#MY HEAD IS SO FULL OF PURRING HEADCANONS DUDE

[drizztdohurtin]

BG3 Tiefling Purring Headcanons

okay guys i'm so fucking serious right now I was working on my general tiefling headcanons post and I got to the purring part and I was like.... I literally have to make this its own post because I have SO MUCH to say

if anyone gets particularly inspired by any of my headcanons and decides to write something involving it, PLEASE send it to me so I can read it, or tag me in the comments or something <333333

NSFW under the cut -- MDNI

SFW

purring is a reflection of emotions the majority of the time, but it can be done both voluntarily and involuntarily

i think of it like a deep rumbling at the bottom of the throat where you feel your two collarbone bumps, and you can physically feel the rumbling if you were to put a hand on their chest or neck

some have louder 'default' purrs than others, but if they focus on it then they can manipulate the volume

my overarching concept for their purring has to do with the idea that it's mainly used for comfort

my absolute favorite purring hc that I've thought of is that it's used to soothe their babies!

if a parent tiefling is holding their distressed, crying baby, they will automatically purr to comfort them

I also think that they will use it to comfort other people that they're very close to when they're really upset

going back to the baby thing, I believe this kind of purr will almost always be an instinct...

okay bear with me for a second.... you know how people who breastfeed (STAY WITH ME) their bodies automatically know what nutrients to put more or less of in the milk based on their baby's needs? it's like that.

no matter the sex of the parent, their body automatically knows how it should purr to best comfort their baby (think of pitch, volume, and the resonance of the vibrations)

but I think this instinct goes away after their child is around the age of 7 or 8 -- and it doesn't apply to what I said earlier about purring to comfort people they're close to

NEXT: they purr to comfort themselves <3333

It sorta depends on the person, some might be quicker to do it than others, doing it even when they're just mildly upset, and others only doing it in the most extreme circumstances

NEXT ☝ obviously it's also a sign of extreme comfort or contentment <33333

I love a good fluff moment, thinking about one of our beloved tiefling NPCs cuddled up with their significant other and they're just so deep in their happy place that they start to purr

generally, I think of the concept of purring to be an emotionally intimate thing - so it's not to be done for just anyone

they use it for their babies, their loved ones, and anyone else that's very close to them,

it'd be rare to do it for just anyone, even if they're a friend... they'd have to be a very, very close friend

because of this, each type of purr will sound different in some way

Alright, let's take this party down below

NSFW

speaking of being extremely contented, they might purr in bed heh

because purring is an intimate thing, purring in sexually intimate situations would only happen in established relationships

they also might purr when they're trying to initiate sex, but this would be accompanied by feeling up their partner/giving them suggestive kisses or bites on their neck, or something similar

this "suggestive purr" would be light and hushed, hard to pick up on by anyone outside of a radius of 2-3 feet, as it's meant only for their partner to hear/feel

☝ take a minute to imagine your tiefling lover walking up to you and giving you a kiss, feeling the lightest flutter of a purr from their chest as they press a few gentle kisses to your temple, cheek, and jaw, then giving you bedroom eyes... maybe nuzzling their nose against yours or against your neck........ good god.

now, purrs of pleasure during the act having a much wider range of pitch and intensity

I offer you a brief description of a blurb that I often see in my head before falling asleep: Rolan going down on reader/tav, instinctively purring because he loves doing it so much (fear not, I will definitely talk more about this in my rolan nsfw headcanons &lt;333)

the general takeaway is that when they feel great pleasure (physically, mentally, and/or emotionally) you might earn a purr from them

the caveat to that, though, is that they would only be able to do it when they're not exerting a lot of energy, as it would be hard to purr and breathe heavily at the same time - their body would prioritize breathing

because of that, I really only see this happening if they are having slower sex, maybe something very intimate, or just lazy? like early morning sex or sleepy sex

really just anything slow, including giving and receiving head <33

That's all I have to say for now but I hope you enjoyed this because ☝ I certainly did

Masterlist here

#MY HEAD IS SO FULL OF PURRING HEADCANONS DUDE #this post will 100% be linked in my upcoming tiefling and rolan headcanon posts <3 #my hcs #my writing #if this flops I'm lighting myself on fire #serena the yap-atron 3000 #baby boy #bg3 #headcanons #rolan #karlach #zevlor #alfira #dammon #tiefling #fluff #smut #brainrot #hcs #x reader #x tav #tieflings #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3

[cheesecakezyum]

Being Courted By Macaque. <3

Work has been kicking my fucking ass man. Stuck to doing headcanons for a request on Ao3 instead of a full on chapter. Like, I'm pooped OUT. Miss spitting out 2,000 words in an hour </3

Probs gonna remake this, we'll see. Def gonna add more stuff + images— Or I'll actually make this a one-shot. I just need to destress :D

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♡- Things have been strange. Well, stranger than usual when one of your closest friends was a demon. 

♡- And at first you couldn’t seem to put your finger on it! Others had mentioned it, but you just hadn’t seemed to come up with a viable conclusion to your concerns. 

♡- I like to think that despite them having more humanistic ways of living, manners etc– Both demons still have suppressed, more on the feral side type of urges despite how long they’ve adapted to civilization or not. It’s something that they can’t help, ingrained in their programming from the start. When it comes to finding a potential mate and courting them, this would definitely be included. 

♡- It takes Macaque a genuinely long time for him to realize he has feelings for you in the first place. I mean– dude has serious commitment/trust issues. 

♡- Even being his friend took outstanding patience. You always told him he was worth it though, which would result in the usual roll of his eyes with a passive grin.

♡- He really doesn’t believe he’s pining for you until it’s too late to go back. Although reading others is terribly easy for him, he’s blind to feelings of his own at times. It would just– click for him one night when he realizes you’ve been in his mind much more than usual. And it's just

“Oh?

Oh.

Fuck.”

♡- Courting is new to him, no doubt. Although you weren’t the first person to have caught his eye you were the first person he’s wanted to take seriously in who knows how long. I mean, He cares about you! He wasn’t going to say that things were smooth from your first few interactions, but now he genuinely wonders how he’s lived so long without someone like you– right by his side. 

♡- So he’s willing to try! His attempts rely solely on instincts, but his goals are showing you how great of a mate he’d be!

♡- The first thing you take notice of is how often he’s been grooming you. Usually you volunteered to detangle his fur when it became matted; Or just weave your fingers through his hair while the two of you rested. 

♡- Usually he’d take any chance he’d get to tease. Pass a compliment, flirt– anything that might get a rise out of you. But he just seems so out of it whenever he’s close to you. Lost in thought.

♡- Most likely it’s because he’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he’s very much into you. Like, really? Why now and not ever before? It just didn’t make sense to him whatsoever. 

♡- While you never had seemed to mind, sometimes he tried to pick through your hair way more than usual. His nails would sometimes brush against your scalp, and hurt from the repetitive motions. And whenever you mentioned it while he was in the process, it's like he’s practically in a daze! Concentration beyond belief, to where it takes him a bit to snap out of his thoughts and quickly brush it off and tell you to continue whatever you were working on/distracted with before. 

♡-He loves holding you, being held by you, touching you, you touching him. Just– gods. Cuddles were mandatory on days when one of or both of you were just tired of shit altogether, platonically. Although, that was before these feelings for you surfaced. 

♡- What was different on that part was the excessive rubbing. Like, rubbing his face alongside yours, your neck, shoulders. Not only does it tickle, but sometimes it can get a bit uncomfy when all he’s doing is moving around when you just want to relax. 

♡- You never knew the reasoning for his actions and hadn’t asked. 

♡- You have to admit the purring feels nice though! 

♡- Once you had asked him if it had good benefits similar to how a cat’s purrs promote healing; His expression was priceless. 

♡- Your final straw was when you told him you were gonna bring some food so the two of you could spend one of your free days off binging some show which had piqued your interest a while ago. But when you had opened the doors of the dojo you were just met with–

♡- A nest. What had seemed like a nest? You couldn’t honestly tell. It had really been a circle of blankets wrapped around each other. 

“What… Is that?”

Seemingly having been caught in the act of still preparing it, his eyes went back and forth from you and the mess of  blankets on the floor.

He was frozen in place as he tried to think of an excuse for his actions. 

“Uh. Ah– A place to eat? Got a bit bored of our usual spot.” Smooth.

♡- There was a long period of silence as the two of you watched the show from your computer. Besides the thumping of his tail on the wooden floors and the low volume of the show which was being played, It took about 3 episodes before you ultimately spoke up. 

“What’s been up with you?”

“What?”

“I mean, like– in general. You’ve been… different?” It was the best way you could’ve possibly explained.

You paused the show. It could wait as you explained all of the changes surrounding him and his behavior. And he just responded as simply as ever, like it was obvious to anyone. 

“Oh. Courting you.”

♡- He never really hid it from you, in all honesty. Just kinda thought you got the hint. And you had to give him that– you never rejected any of his advances. 

♡- The rest of the night was spent having a very long talk about the differences between courting a human and a demon. 

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brainrot honestly

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk x reader #monkie kid #lmk macaque #macaque x reader #reader insert #six eared macaque #macaque headcanons

[unknownarmageddon]

Okay so stray,,,,, my cat cross au,,,,,,

There will be a Catnip Episode,,,,,,,,

and I'm gonna make it full of kross, like omg,,

i wanna have it be like, cross essentially just gets high from it, and gets immensely affectionate, and a little attention seeking, so im picturing killer with a little baggie of catnip

and cross is already high off his ass, clinging onto killer and purring so hard that killer can feel it in his own chest, and cross cuddles up and just nuzzles him and doesn't really any anything but killer keeping cooing at him, like "lookit you, sweet thing,,," and giving cross all the scritches and pats

and cross just,,,,,,,, stays there, all limp and happy and killer can't move because cross is laying on top of him so he just give in and they fall asleep in a little tangle,,,, just the ultimate softness uwaaaaa......

I also have a headcanon that skeletons can purr, and its definitely different from a cats purr, so when killer ends up purring back, cross is like :0??

and maybe they try to kiss but cross's tongue has Cat Texture, and the vibrations from his purring combined make Killer keep giggling because it tickles the inside of his mouth, and cross is just determined to get kisses,,,,,,,,

Killer quietly nips at Cross's tongue at one point and cross gives a startled little "mrrp??"

he bites killer when he tries to put away the Catnip

Gripping my head I've been thinking about this all night long, I have not slept help

Ohhhh,,,, ooooh dude,,

Dude legitimately. Like. Love this uwaa

Okay but the Cross trying to get kisses but Killer laughing too much absolutely has me in chokehold and I don’t know why I’m

#I really probably should read stray cause I haven’t yet #I just literally never actually read fanfiction for some reason fbfhf #answering asks #chair asks #chair!!

[daprosy]

A-90 Headcanons Rewrite :3

I just wanted to rewrite all of my doors headcanons and thought I'd start with A-90 bc I am the one and only :3

He/Him - Trans Man :]

He looks like a knight. He even has a sword and shield and everything. But it's an act. He is really bad at using his arsenal and would rip off the armor in a moment's notice for attacking more up close.

His sort of "Species" of entity is that who can switch between functioning more like humans or acting more feral (re: getting on all fours, purring, etc.) Unfortunately he fucked up somewhere in childhood and doesn't have a proper balance between the two like most of his kind. He's very clumsy and it's partly why he only does 90 damage when "Humanlike".

Sometimes (Usually when very stressed or hungry, can be anything really) he will go through what he just calls "Reversion" in which he'll flip into his feral state and how he acts depends on the severity of the cause. (Sometimes he can still rationally think, sometimes you need keep an eye on him, other times he'll probably go nuts, etc.) and during this timeframe he tends to get memory issues and will be extremely wobbly when he's "normal" again. He calls being traditionally functional "Suppression".

He has retractable claws and blades yes exactly like the razor stp

His armor makes him heavier than any other entity but he's very underweight without it and almost one of the lightest. When he's not wearing his armor, he's most likely wearing some generic tank top and shorts lawl.

Hates noises. Primary reason he attacks is to JUST STOP THE NOISE. Especially the sounds of ringing phones.

Well, he's neutral-ish of a guy. His biggest reasons for aggression are his feral nature, annoyances, and fear that someone will hurt Curious Light. He does snap at people often though.

Found Curious Light roaming the rooms when she had first gotten lost and pretty much serves as her father figure. A-120 looks after CL when A-90 is busy. He eventually reunites her with her mom (GL).

Was the last of the rooms entities to show up in the hotel before their banishment, he went there in order to figure his life shit out. Obviously short lived cause El Goblino fucked everything up and banished them.

He does not like that red fucker. But do you wanna know who he does like!?!?!?!?

"Is it Seek-" yeah it's Seek <3. He loves them too much. They're both doomed by the narrative. Oops.

Struggles a lot to clear his head when stressed. Is also quite introverted and can't really communicate anger, he will start speaking in gibberish when aggravated. Guiding Light, Ambush, and A-120 are the only people who can translate it (Though A-120 can only translate if it's written down).

Collects skin conditions like pokemon cards sparkle emoji "dude can you take your lotions and stop having acne and eczema and sjs for five seconds" -GL

Hoarder but not to Ambush's degree. Collects things from intruders albeit pointless bc A-120's contracts can bring just about anything into the rooms lawl. Still nice for him. He carries a duffel bag full of goodies.

HUMAN FLESH HEART EYES EMOJI <3 <3 <3 He will tear up corpses and eat them right then and there if his head is feral enough. He usually leaves the bones for A-60 though.

Depending on his mood, his blood will turn red/yellow/green/etc. Yellow is the default but he's almost never in a good mood so he's usually the classic red. Hardly anyone has ever seen him green.

BLOOD STAINS EVERYTHING LITERALLY NOBODY CAN CLEAN IT D:

Eyes appear as just a dark void but his pupils will show up when he feels strong emotion. Shape and size depends on intensity.

#radley's headcanons #roblox doors #roblox rooms #YAYYYYYYY #SO AWESOMEEEEEE

[shadow--writer]

Please do cuddling hcs with the main six! You’re headcanons are so cute!!🥺🥺

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!! I’m so glad you’re liking them! I hope you like this little blissfilled cuddle headcanon mess I have created XD

oh and headcanons close this friday (Jan 29th) so I can work through the ones in my inbox! AND!!!! We hit 100 followers :DDDDD I was asleep when it happened but the ungodly shriek I let out omg.

I’ll make a separate post on a fun little thing I have planned to celebrate, but until then please send in headcanon requests before I close them! Once they’re closed I’ll probably open something up to ask about my apprentice.

Headcanons will not be closed forever, just until I get what I have in here done but I’ll make another post lol. Enjoy cuddles!

Main six x MC cuddles

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Julian

Full body cuddles my dudes. Legs tangled in yours, hands running through hair I mean full body

His favourite cuddles though, are when you two are facing one another

Chest to chest cuddles, with your arms around him and his around you

It means he gets to look at your beautiful face and it means even cuddling for both of you

He loves it when your limbs get tangled together, especially when it’s too the point where he can’t tell where his legs start and where yours end

Kiss him

Do it

Kiss that nose of his

I dare you to

He’ll let out a high pitched squeak and turn bright red

After seeing you giggle at the squeak his eyes will narrow and you can feel the chill of uh oh

Revenge kisses

He’ll kiss your neck softly, but leaving before you get what you want

He likes seeing you pout

Cuddles are some of his favourite things in the world. It’s no secret he likes being little spoon

But I raise you this

Big spoon Julian letting out little whimpers as you kiss his arms and lace your fingers together over your stomach 

Asra

Asra loves being big spoon

Loves it loves it loves it

He loves holding you close, pressing kisses against the back of your neck and running his hands down your stomach

They just love holding you, and if you fall asleep in their arms they’ll just listen to you breath, face buried in your neck

Lace your hands together and he will straight up die and go to the afterlife

He loves holding hands he just...loves touching you

Faust will curl up on your head making it triple the cuteness

When you big spoon they like snuggling right into you 

The way you two curl around one another it’s like putting on a nice pair of warm socks

So many blankets and pillows

If you two move around too much while cuddling the pillows you stacked up with fall on you

Making a pillow cave

Plant kisses along his neck as you spoon him, go on and do it

He’ll let out a small squak, before nuzzling into the touch

They fall asleep very easily in your arms, but they do love chest to chest

But spooning is their fav kind of cuddles

Nadia

Nadia loves spooning you 

She’s never been the little spoon before but she’s open to try it

She loves it

She loves the feeling of your arms around her, and she’ll press soft kisses against your hands and wrists

Things are very soft and quiet during the mornings

Nadia likes cuddling with you, she doesn’t get to do something like this often 

So it’s a real treat being able to spend this time with you 

She enjoys talking to you while you’re settling into the sheets of your bed

When you spoon her make sure you kiss the back of her head, and keep your voice soft when you talk 

She’ll fall asleep like that, holding onto your arms and tangling your legs together 

When the two of you do mundane tasks together, like read, sew, etc she’ll settle her shoulder against yours

Soon that turns to you lying down in her lap while you do whatever you’re doing

She likes that type of cuddling the best

Silently doing tasks while being near one another

Muriel

Poor baby hasn’t cuddled with anyone besides Asra

He’s so scared to cuddle with you, last time you spooned him he rolled over and squished you

He misses your touch though, so you decide to come up with a system

Chest to chest cuddles are really nice

But having his head in your lap

mmmm that’s where it’s at my guy 

Running your hands through his hair while he falls asleep, reading to him as he’s curled up on your legs

Domestic bliss

If you can, play jetpack for him

Run your hands down his arms as you hold him, kissing where his neck meets his back and his shoulders

He’ll melt into your arms

It’s so quiet and blissful he loves it so much 

When he holds you it’s like a giant holding onto a small stuffed animal 

Prepare to to become the teddy bear

Kiss his hands and arms and he’ll squeak (like Julian)

But don’t stop touching him, he’ll sink into the touches

He loves holding you, that’s his favourite kind of cuddle

Portia

As I have said many, many, many times before (and it is canon!) she has tons of pillows and blankets

So cuddles are amazing covered in blankets (a purring Pepi) with tons of pillows piled under and on you two

Portia likes hanging on your side

She likes messing with your hair, braiding it and combing it out with her fingers

She really likes it when you hold her hand and settle into her body 

Pepi will curl over your guyses legs, purring gently as you two talk and doze off

When you’re cuddling in bed she wraps her entire body around you

She sleeps like a starfish much to your amusement and dismay 

You love her but you’ve gotten kicked off the bed twice in one night

She’s very cuddly when awake but not as much when she’s asleep

Unless you hold her which she’s not opposed to 

She likes it when you hold her, your legs braiding together in a way

Hold her hands, kiss her ear

She’ll let out a little sigh, falling asleep in your arms as you shower her in affection 

Spoon her and maybe you’ll be spared from falling on the floor

Lucio

Lucio is VERY pro touch and cuddling

He loves it when he’s holding you and you snuggle into him

But he really really likes the quiet almost intimate silences of cuddling

Playing with your hair, playing with his

Taking his prosthetic off and kissing the skin and scars there very gently while murmuring compliments

Putty in your hands

When he holds you he’ll kiss wherever he can reach

Neck, head, shoulders, spine everywhere

He loves it when you do it back to him, kissing his arms, fingers and hands, neck, face

He loves chest to chest cuddles, arms wrapped around waists and holding one another close

Kiss his nose, the corners of his mouth 

Play with his hair while talking softly

He really likes talking with you like this. It’s nothing serious just stuff about one another's day, the weather, a funny story or two

Anything

everything 

He loves hearing your voice and feeling you close to him

He’ll fall asleep to the sound of your voice as you run your hands down his arms in slow circles

#the arcana #the arcana headcanons #julian devorak #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #muriel #portia devorak #lucio morgasson #main six x mc #headcanons #portia headcanons #nadia headcanons #julian headcanons #asra headcanons #lucio headcanons #muriel headcanons #fluff #cuddle fluff #all the fluff #arcana apprentice #main six x apprentice #my writing #please look at my announcement #thanks for 100!!

[kirishwima]

could you do number seven of the soulmate aus with Jaehee 🥺

7. Your internal voice is the voice of your soulmate’s, rather than your own.

Ok listen, I love most soulmate ideas but this one’s just....it confuses me so much???? I figure it’s more like when you’re possessed by a ghost/demon and they sorta hear/see what you  do and can give some input, I guess that’s sorta how it’d work so let’s go with that kind of idea bc i have 0 brain cells and can’t comprehend this otherwise lmao

******

* You can usually start hearing your soulmate’s thoughts by the age of 16-17, and Jaehee was no exception

* She could hear her soulmate and how they narrated her life, and though she wasn’t in the best mental state at the time, hearing her soulmate dramatically narrate how she’d brew her coffee in the morning before dashing to class was kind of funny

* “And now my beloved soulmate runs to the cupboards, their gait nervous-oh no...did they remember to re-fill the coffee jar? Did they...and yes, ladies and gentlemen, they did! They have coffee to brew and can now survive the day to come!”

* As for her, she was much quieter, only occasionally speaking up-it’s hard to quite explain what it’s like, to be able to see into someone else’s life, to be able to see their thoughts and narrate them, being the little voice in their head.

* Everytime she felt her soulmate’s thoughts pop into her mind, she almost felt as if she were intruding when she’d try and talk about it-but occasionally she would, and she instinctively knew that made her soulmate happy. 

* “Should I eat the souls of the damned for lunch~” her soulmate would think, and make Jaehee burst into a fit of giggles in the middle of classes. “A bagel” Jaehee would say, raising a brow at the agonised “Noooo!” her soulmate thought when they heard her. “TWO BAGELS” she said, relishing in their mock anguish.

* Their days continued on like this, neither attempting to really meet one another-from what Jaehee gathered they were both quite busy with their day to day lives, and as Jaehee had just gotten out of university and her life was only getting busier, any thoughts of meeting her soulmate quickly vanished, especially after she began working for C&R.

* But her soulmate never stopped popping into her head, sneaking around to voice their very valid opinions on her new boss.

* “Miss Kang”, Jumin would adress her, not even looking up from his phone, apparently highly engrossed in a buzzing chatroom-the RFA, Jaehee soon learned, “I need you to write up a proposal for a new cat park. It’ll be thrice the size of any we’ve ever built before, so I need your full attention on it.”

* Jaehee sighed, clenching the files in her hands tighter, until her knuckles turned white. “Mr. Han, with all due respect, there’s many more projects that require your attention and need to be looked at. Could you put this park to the side in the meantime?”

* Jumin looked up at that, a frown on his lips. “No. I’ve recently found out cats need large areas to exercise in, and it’s ridiculous that there’s so many dog parks yet none for cats. Cancel all other projects, and work on this one, starting now” he said, and with that, turned back to his phone, furiously typing something with a scowl.

* “Wow who shoved a dead stick up this dude’s ass?” her soulmate groaned, and Jaehee couldn’t help the unholy snort that left her body at that, apologizing to Jumin as she left the room biting back laughter.

* “Bye bye dumbass~” her soulmate sing-sang, and even if Jaehee couldn’t see them, she knew they must be doing a little silly dance, probably flipping Jumin off-and she couldn’t help the fluttering in her chest, the thought of how adorable they must look too loud to hide from them.

* “N’awe, my soulmate thinks I’m cute?” her soulmate said with a mock drawl, almost purring in Jaehee’s head, were it not for the awful associations she had with the word, “well I think you’re twice as cute. And I think we should meet up sometime, so I can prove that theory” they added hastily, embarassed almost.

* Jaehee hummed, hid her face in her files from passing co-workers as she dashed to her desk.

* With a bite of her lips she let her eyes flutter shut, took in a deep breath. Was it really about to happen? It was wasn’t it?

* Letting herself seep into her soulmate’s mind, she could almost feel their nervousness, palpable, throbbing through both their veins. 

* “Your number”, she said, hoping her soulmate could hear her in their mind loud and clear, “give me your number, and let’s-let’s meet up soon. I’d...I’d like to prove to you that you’re cuter” she added, sinking down into her seat, a puddle of embarrassed blushing.

* Unable to keep her cool anymore she stopped peeking into her soulmate’s mind, hid her face in her hands. 

* But before she could regret her words, she felt the familiar tingle, her soulmate’s soothing voice resonating in her head.

* “Hope you have a notepad ready honey-here’s my number.”

*****

pls help me im a useless bisexual that lives for embarassed blushy flirty Baehee :’)))

-send me a mystic messenger headcanon for caracter headcanons!-

-soulmate headcanons-

#asks #jaehee kang #jumin han #mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger prompts #mysme prompts #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme headcanons #jaehee headcanons #mysme imagines #mystic messenger imagines #jaehee prompts #jaehee imagines #loving-loving-loving

[littlemessyjessi]

“Back to Break”: Thor Odinson Imagine

Thor Imagine Endgame Thor also known as my precious Asgardian King who I share adore and worship forever and also leave him alone because he's perfect.   *rant over...maybe* Thor x Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader and Thor’s new bod, Yas King! 

Imagine giving Thor tummy kisses....

Since the beginning of your relationship, Thor had always been bigger than you.

Just always.

It's never mattered what your weight was.

If it fluctuated or not.

He was just a big dude and he always had this massive presence to him.

Now, for most of the time that you knew him, he'd been very cut and trim which you know- whatever.

Sure, he was sexy and had a certain look to him that was deemed desirable by the public.

But Thor was sexy in any way or form because he was Thor.

You've wanted to fuck him when he was passed out on the couch and drool sliding down his chin.

You've wanted to fuck him when he got kicked off a building into a pit of mud.

It's Thor.

So with all the weight gain, you never even stopped to question your attraction to him.

Because that didn't change.  

You adored him in all forms...and to be honest, there was more to love.

And you were fucking into it.  

Now, you understood what it was like to question your body- as most people do.

Regardless of whether or not they want to admit it- most people struggle with SOMETHING.

And certainly if you happen to be plus sized.

Additionally, he'd gone through a lot in the past few years.

Even before the snap, Thor lost so much in such a small amount of time.

He was severely depressed and anxious and constantly dealing with past trauma.

Did that mean he was a mindless zombie?

Well, of course not- but it did call for space sometimes and you tried to respect that.

You got it.

So when one day you noticed him glancing at you a certain way- you took it as your opportunity.

Knowing him the way that you did- you could tell whether he was into it or not and lately- he just hadn't been.

But when you saw him staring past the television at you with a certain look about it.... you fucking attacked.

Honestly, you just internally celebrated because you felt like maybe now was your chance.

You'd never attack.

Well, ok maybe you would but that's not the point.

To begin with, you acted like you hadn't seen it - even though you had and you kept busying yourself with whatever you were doing.

The next time you decided to be a bit more deliberate as you made your way into the living area.

You leaned over him to open the window and felt his hand subconsciously come up to support your stomach to keep you from falling.

The touch made you look down to see his brown and blue eyes already staring at you.

In a moment, he dropped his hand and looked away making you furrow your brows.

"Thor?" you questioned.

"Sorry." he said with a shrug and you watched as he began to put on a brave face.  "I wasn't trying to push it.  I just didn't want you to fall."

"What do you mean?" you asked, brows drawing together.

"I didn't want you to lose your balance so I was just-" he rambled.

"No, babe. I got that.  I just meant- what do you mean...push it?" you asked and then something dawned on you. "Thor, do you think I don't want you to touch me?"

The way he avoided your eyes told you everything.

Caution be damned.

You climbed into his lap immediately, startling him.

Your soft belly pressed against his and your own wonderfully soft body rested so perfectly on his larger thighs.

They were still the big, muscular legs you knew but now a layer of soft padding made it even softer.

A perfect seat.

You grabbed his face and turned to look at him.

"Thor, listen to me." you said. "I ALWAYS want you.  Always."

"You've been distant..." he said.

"Only because I didn't want to cause YOU any stress." you said with a shake of your head. "Babe, you've been through a lot.  That snap had nothing to do with you even though I know that's what you tell yourself.  But you had a lot on your shoulders BEFORE all that.   I'm here for you no matter what but I've been trying to give you space and not smother you as well."

His large hands had founds their place on your soft hips immediately and you could feel him squeezing the soft, pliable flesh there.

His bottom lip trembled a bit and you could see his mismatched eyes watering.

"I thought...I thought- " he started. "I thought you didn't want me anymore.  Like this, I mean."

"Because you've gained weight?" you asked and he nodded as his chin dropped sending his long hair into his face.

He was hiding from you and so you pushed it back as your hand found his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

When you broke, the both of you were breathless.

"Thor, I love you- forever and more and more every day.  That's what I want you to remember first." you said not letting him get far from you.  "Second, I am so attracted to you it's a constant battle not to want to ride you like a mechanic bull."

He nearly choked on his own spit and he cleared his throat to try and recover from it.

You giggled, "I've always been attracted to you.  I was attracted to you the moment I met you.  And if you'll remember correctly, I didn't even see you for about a month.  We literally talked on the phone because Steve's a loser and he won't text me."

He laughed at the memories.  

He was still somewhat fresh to Earth and you'd taken a quick friendship to Steve...and was appalled that he wouldn't text you.  

Thor had caught on rather quickly.

"And then you sent me a picture one day on accident." You reminded him. "It was 100 % an up the nose shot and you even had a boogey.  But I would've smashed right then.  And I had no concept of the rest of you at that point. "

"You sent me one back and you made yourself look like a monkey." he laughed. "I thought you were the sweetest thing I'd ever seen in my life."

"See." you reminded him. "Now, if I wanted to smash an up the nose shot of you with a booger in the cave, do you really think that I wouldn't want you now?"

He was smiling a bit now which you loved more than anything.

"And if you'd like to know the absolute truth about it." you said leaning back and getting a bit more comfortable. "I'm actually very much into the fact that you're even more bigger than me now.  We've discussed this before.  I've always like that you can just toss my ass around like it's nothing even though we both know I'm PLENTY.   And now you're even bigger than me.  You're still strong as hell and now you're squishy too.  I'm way into it."

He stared you at in a way that almost made you squirm.

"It's been a constant thing to remind myself to not just be on you all the time while you're going through this.   We both know I'm a sex craved demon, Thor." you said half joking, but both of ya'll knowing you were kinda serious.

You slid off his lap and his breath hitched as you came in for another kiss.

They migrated over his jaw and down his neck as you pulled his shirt up before your sinful lips left marks over his strong chest.

He was just as strong as ever but now, there was this softness to him that drove you wild.

Every inch of this new soft stomach was adorned with hot open mouth kisses and he nearly lost his mind at the feeling of it all.

He grabbed you and quickly swapped places and thrust you back into the couch as he got to his feet.

You bit your lip at the sight of seeing him stand over you like that.

You were no stranger to his position but now....it was so much better.

"Is this what you want?" he asked finally shedding the shirt and standing before you in his loose fitting pants.

You nodded as the cheshire cat grin stretched over your face.

He chuckled as he looked down at you.

His perfectly plump little goddess staring up at him with adoration.

He wondered how he could have ever doubted you?

"Well come on then." he said, a familiar spark in his eyes as he held his arms out.

You jumped into his arms without hesistation.

It was one of your many favorite things about Thor.

He could always carry you like it was nothing.

Your legs wrapped around him and his soft  belly pressed into yours and you damn near purred.

"I really like this." you told him motioned to your stomachs pressed against each other. "You're so soft."

"Do you finally understand what I've been telling you since we met?" he asked walking you both towards the bed.

"Yes."  you said. "Do you?"

He laid you down gently and smiled at you softly, "Yes, my Queen.  Thank you."

And then, he fucking smirked as his hand drew back and he popped you right on the ass.

"Now, bend over." he said.  "I've got to catch up on a few things."

You grinned at him wickedly as you felt his lips on your thigh and kicked him away.

"You can eat this cake later." you said. "Right now, you got a back to break."

His fingers dug into your ample hips and the sound of skin on skin was all but music to your ears.

Apparently ya boy was hungry...and he was just getting started.

Heeeeey, smoochies! So we saucy up in here but damn boo, I like me a juicy, thick and delicious Thor, ya know.  

Anyway, I hope you liked it and I want to you know that I am fully open to requests for Thor.  Especially Endgame Thor.  Yes, juicy King.  Break this back anyway you want.  

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[my-miraculous-headcanons]

Kwami Swap AU

Yup. My take on one of the most popular prompts out there. :D

MARINETTE

     • Marinette, when she becomes the next Black Cat, doesn’t really take into consideration her hero name or her outfit. In fact, the only thing that’s going through her mind in terms of a black cat is one of those void cats— just a quiet, black blob with big eyes full of wonder and curiosity. 

     • Her costume reflects that, as well as the instincts she gets from it. She ends up being the mostly silent hero, who only really talks to her Beetle. She’s ridiculously good at stealth, but she’s not really fantastic at loud distractions. She learned later on, however, that she can steal an akuma’s attention by terrifying it. If she keeps blending into the shadows and popping out, like she’s stalking them, it seems to seriously unnerve them.

     • Her relationship with Plagg is, to put it simply, great. He doesn’t bug her for expensive cheeses, because he knows that she’s not a rich kid and her parents would notice immediately, but she still likes to surprise him every once and a while by using whatever money she scrounged up from commissions and getting him fancy camembert. Usually he’ll settle for cheesy bread, cheese danishes, and cheddar snacks. 

     • Marinette and Plagg are both mischievous beings. She comes up with wild ideas, and he full-heartedly supports them. She sort of becomes the school’s resident schemer. It’s been a long time since Plagg last had such a troublemaker for a chosen, so he’s really enjoying himself this time around. Plus, she gives him head scratches and cuddles. This is the life.

     • Marinette’s superhero alter ego has many different names in the public, because she’s never bothered to come up with one of her own, and she doesn’t deal with media really well. In fact, she just straight up tells Beetle her real name on the first meeting— Plagg hadn’t told her much about secret identities. He probably forgot, too focused on how exceptional her parents’ cheesy bread was.

     • She tells Beetle to just call her Chaton. The public sees that as more of a pet name, so they make attempts at other names for her, but she doesn’t really like any of them. 

     • She has a bit of a crush on the Beetle, but she stays quiet most of the time, so really, there’s no way of him knowing. She doesn’t flirt, and since she’s on the job, she never allows herself to stutter. The most she does is blush, but that just makes her seem a bit shy. She’s not.

ADRIEN

     • Adrien, when he becomes the next Beetle, is wholly prepared. He has a whole costume planned out, with a cool jacket, gloves, a black mask with white spots on either side, everything you can think of. Hell, he even has the transformation sequence down to a pat. 

     • Adrien’s eager, maybe a bit too eager, and ends up getting a lesson on patience pretty early in the game. He’s not meant for close combat— his abilities are more long-ranged, and he has to sit back and truly think about how he’s supposed to use his Lucky Charms. The start is rough, because him and Chaton didn’t really have any way of keeping the akuma off their backs long enough to formulate any solid plans. However, later on, things start to go better for them, and he at that point had already figured out how to think quickly whilst under pressure.

     • His relationship with Tikki is rather sweet. She has an open opinion about his father, and takes it upon herself to pretty much properly raise him. She smothers him in affection, gives him as much advice as she can provide, and listens to his heart troubles when he needs to vent. In return, Adrien likes to spoil her with the best sweets he can find. 

     • Adrien and Tikki both have a huge thing for sweets. Particularly the ones from the Dupain-Cheng patisserie. (Tikki likes to tease him about it though, so he only ever goes there on special occasions.) The school pretty much shoves any sort of snack they can find into Adrien’s arms, because everyone knows about his ginormous sweet tooth, and everyone thinks he deserves as much as he wants. Marinette brings him a croissant every morning, and Nino always hands him a chocolate bar during lunch. He usually gives the chocolate bar to Tikki, but those croissants? All his. Back off.

     • Adrien already prepared to call himself the Beetle before he even left his room, the day he got his Miraculous. It took him a while to actually announce that to the public, however, since the first few fights he had next to no time to stick around and answer questions— he spent way too long trying to figure out how to use his Lucky Charm. Eventually he was able to tell friendly teenage reporter, Alya, that he calls himself Beetle. It blew up rather quickly. Unfortunately, he couldn’t tell anyone what his Chaton’s name was. He just calls her Chaton. 

     • He’s okay with the public disregarding his pet name and trying to figure out their own name for her. After all, he feels like he should be the only one who gets to call her that. 

     • Adrien has a ridiculous crush on Marinette, and yes, that crush extends to his friendly kitty, because he pretty much knew her identity from the beginning. She had just blurted it out, apparently not being informed about the whole secret identity thing. Begrudgingly, he didn’t want to disappoint Tikki, so he kept his mouth shut about his own identity. Marinette never seemed to mind, thankfully.

MIXED HEADCANONS

     • Adrien and Marinette quickly become good friends after the gum incident. Marinette was a bit embarrassed in the beginning, apologetic for having judged him so quickly. Adrien was super awkward at first, especially because of the sudden realisation that this girl is his superhero partner and he isn’t allowed to say anything about it.

     • Alya ships MariBeetle and has absolutely no shame about it, even though she does feel a little sorry for Adrien. After all, that poor boy has a crush the size of a skyscraper on Marinette, but... Well, best friends come first! And besides, she’s SEEN the Beetle give Marinette The Look™, which means there’s a legitimate possibility of it happening! At least Adrien also has a crush on the city’s feline hero. After all, once she makes MariBeetle happen, she’ll have the connections to make AdriChaton happen. 

     • Nino is also aware of that Look™ that the Beetle had given Marinette, but he’s quite frankly totally against MariBeetle. It’s the only thing he and Alya wholeheartedly disagree on. First of all, he has to look out for his bro, and he knows Adrien has a thing for Marinette. Secondly, there’s no way he’d ever let Marinette get swept up in that superhero business! She’s like his little sister, he doesn’t want her getting hurt or targeted by Hawkmoth!

     • Literally no one knows about Marinette’s massive crush on the Beetle except, possibly, Alya, and even Alya’s not 100% sure about it. Marinette keeps her secrets locked up tight, and if it were any other boy, she’d probably gush about them all the time, but... It’s a little weird for people to think that she’s just some fangirl, when in actuality, that’s not the case. She doesn’t want people she knows to dumb down her infatuation to some simple celebrity crush thing. That’s not the case at all.

     • Adrien’s, like, secretly on board with more than half of the wild plans Alya has in order to set Marinette up with the Beetle, but he can’t say it because it would look super suspicious of him to suddenly be okay with Marinette dating some other dude. It’s unfortunate that Marinette quickly and calmly shoots down every idea, using perfectly logical points.

     • Adrien has spotted Marinette and her Kwami once, and it was... possibly the cutest exchange he’s ever seen in his life. Plagg kind of acts like a snot, but it’s perfectly clear that he has a major soft spot for his chosen. He called Chloe a very colourful name, then started purring and cuddling up into Marinette’s cheek. Tikki was fighting to keep her giggling in at the sight. She later tells Adrien that Plagg very rarely acts so openly affectionate.

     • Marinette doesn’t put up posters in her room. She’s seriously not in the mood to seem like a fangirl, and since Alya’s in her room all the time, she really can’t put any even if she wanted to. She doesn’t want Alya to know. She does have her phone screensaver as the Beetle and his Chaton, though.

     • Tom and Sabine absolutely know that the strapping young man who sometimes visits the bakery has the biggest crush on their daughter ever, and they’re, quite frankly, on his side. Or, well, Tom is. Sabine is a little scary and makes a point to give him a hidden threat every time he visits, basically informing him that if he hurts Marinette, he’ll be uppercutted directly into the sun.

     • There’s a lot of pranks and stuff that happens at the school, but the problem is that literally no one knows who’s pulling it. Well, that isn’t true, pretty much everyone high-key expects that it’s Marinette, but the problem is that there’s no proof. No one can ever catch her in the act, and no matter how much searching you do, you won’t find your stolen items on her or in any of her belongings. She’s a ninja.

Anyone is welcomed and encouraged to add their own thoughts! Hope you liked this, it was fun to write. My mother and I caught a stray kitten recently and I’ve just been brimming with happiness and creativity since then. :)

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[insfiringyou]

BTS - Stranded - (Suga proposes to his girlfriend)

Contains: Angst. Soft smut. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Sex outdoors (in a car.)

This is part of our headcanon universe and involves Suga’s girlfriend, Jeong-sun. New readers can find out more about our headcanon universe here. Jeong-sun and Yoongi find themselves stranded in a freezing cold car in the middle of nowhere, forcing them to confront each other about their feelings. But  the pressure of balancing his career and their relationship is taking its toll on both of them. 

We have also created a fan art of a scene from this fic here

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM   /   Jin  /   Suga  /   J-Hope   /   Jimin   /   V   /   Jungkook & Our full masterlist can be found here

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The sun had already begun to rise as he slipped into bed that morning, utterly exhausted. There was a measly page of writing in the notepad on his bedside table – far less than usual, but much more than he'd managed the past few days. It had been the first night in over a week that he had been able to pen lyrics without them ending up in the rubbish bin beside his desk. Donghyuk's advice had been to take a break, to take care of his health more and eat well. But though Yoongi felt better in confiding his stress to an impartial friend, he knew when he opened the text that it simply was not an option. Instead, he continued to push on, hoping that something would come of his effort. A sharp pain troubled him as Yoongi readjusted his pillow, and he rolled over onto his other side. He suspected that the nights of falling asleep in his studio chair had brought about these familiar aches in his shoulder, and so had made an extra effort to drag himself to bed on this occasion.

He glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 4:14 am. That left just four and a half hours before he needed to get dressed, yet the nagging feeling he'd forgotten something kept his bleary eyes open. With a soft sigh, he slid the phone from the tangle of bed sheets and was met by the picture he had taken several months prior. His girlfriend was laid on his couch, her legs dangling over the edge. Her face was barely visible past the glare of the phone screen reflected in her glasses and the dark hair framing her face. It wasn't extraordinary by any means, but Yoongi felt his lips tug into a reminiscent smile. The top buttons of her blouse were incorrectly fastened where 10 minutes before, he had pulled them apart to tenderly kiss and suck at her breasts. Without thinking, he opened up her name in the contacts and pulled up the text chat, his brow creasing. Had it really been 9 days since they’d spoken? He had mentioned that he was working on his lyrics that evening and would write to her in the morning. A pang of guilt swept through him as he realised he never did, and he slid his tongue over his lips anxiously.

I've just finished a song and will see RM & JH in the studio this afternoon. You should come over, so let me know your schedule and I'll pick you up after work. I've missed you. He pressed send, looking at the screen for a few minutes though he knew she would be asleep and wouldn't respond. With a weary sigh, he pushed the power button on his phone and rested it against his chest, finally allowing his eyelids to shut.

*

The room fell into a natural silence as his team members studied the sheet of paper. Yoongi's penmanship was delicate and spindly, despite the many crossings out and revisions across it. Perhaps there were a few more blemishes than usual, but it was not hard to read, even in its rawest state. Namjoon's brow was raised as his eyes stopped moving across the page. Meanwhile, Hoseok's lips had parted in their characteristic grimace.

"What's wrong with them?" Yoongi prompted as the two skimmed the lyrics once more. He could tell there was something off. "Woa...are you sure you wrote these, hyung?" Hoseok said, leaning back in his chair. "What's with this line 'when you said you loved me it split my heart in three'?" He looked irritatingly boyish as his grimace turned into a teasing grin. Yoongi's stomach twisted. What the hell? Is he laughing at me? "That's my handwriting isn't it?" He replied sharply, beginning to feel annoyed. Why couldn't he have written something like that? He looked to Namjoon for an explanation. The leader was still pondering the lyrics, his lips mouthing the letters as though he already knew the melody. "Well, it's not that the lyrics are bad..." Namjoon said slowly, "but they just don't fit with the concept of the track. We need a strong rap part in this song. This is too romantic. Maybe we can make it work for the vocal line, but..." "Yoongi!" Hoseok interrupted, a wide grin spreading across his face as though he had just realized something. "This is about your girlfriend, right? It's not your usual style at all." He folded his arms, impressed.

"Hey, who said it was about anyone? Can't rap be romantic? We needed lyrics, so I wrote them. And I don't see you coming up with anything." His pale complexion began to redden, but it seemed to amuse Hoseok, who was a coward in every respect- except when it came to Min Yoongi. "Chill, dude. He didn't mean it like that." Namjoon said calmly, placing a warning pressure on the arm of the over-excitable dancer."We can use them for a different track, or solo stuff maybe." "Ah, I really envy her," Hoseok continued recklessly. " I could really fall for a guy who wrote me lyrics like this." "Just fuck off, will you?" Yoongi snapped, snatching the paperback from Namjoon's hands, stuffing it deep into his jeans pocket. His heart was pounding in his ears, making everything sound as if it were underwater. But as he stormed down the corridor, away from the studio, a sharp voice cut through the noise.

"He's too touchy these days! What did I say?"

Yoongi's head pounded hard as he got as far away as he could from the studio, the bickering of the two fading away with each large stride. Before he knew it, he was in his car, turning the ignition and gripping the wheel tight enough to turn his protruding knuckles white. The vehicle rumbled into life at his touch, and he pressed his head to the cold leather, feeling the vibration against his aching temples.

A different, persistent sort of buzz took him away from the gentle hum of the engine. Yoongi ignored it for a while. Finally, he raised his head to the dim fluorescents of the underground garage and pulled his phone out from his back pocket. His heart sank as he saw a string of missed calls from Hoseok and a single text that made his temperature rise.

Is everything okay with you and Jeong-sun? The brat needed to understand that he had crossed a line. Angrily, he flung it into the back seat. Why wouldn't everything be okay with Jeong-sun? And what business was it of his to go shouting about it? Unaware that he was biting his nails, he withdrew his fingertips from his mouth and put his car into gear as inspiration struck. Maybe Donghyuk was right about needing a break, and right then, getting drunk seemed like a great idea.

Yoongi pulled into a tiny parking lot. The signs outside the convenience store were weathered, merchandise spilling onto the pavement outside. He adjusted his beanie, disguising nothing but the scar on his ear, more out of habit than anything else. The wrinkled old man at the register greeted him as he entered, and returned to his bookkeeping. With a courteous nod, Yoongi made a beeline for the alcohol. He didn't even bother to inspect the labels as he hooked three bottles of soju between his fingers. Pausing, he reached out and grabbed three more in his free hand. The bag clinked heavily as he lowered it onto his car seat, and he removed his jacket, laying it out next to him. Deftly, he wrapped the bottles inside the fabric and knotted the sleeves to create a neat package. He tucked it under the passenger seat, thinking almost longingly of the prospect of feeling nothing. The phone in the back seat called out to him, but he continued to drive with a sense of purpose. It wasn't just Hoseok of course. He knew that blaming Hoseok was an easy excuse, that though he was irritating and insensitive, he had no malice in his words. But it gave him a reason to feel angry, and that was good enough.

The car came to a stop in front of a tall building covered in mirrored glass and grey concrete. His knuckles were white as he clutched the wheel, the engine still purring beneath his touch. A short woman with jet black hair was standing a little way off. She would have been hard to recognize if he hadn't known her so well, but he knew her silhouette perfectly even through her floaty white dress, leather jacket, and ankle boots. Yoongi watched her, his mouth popping open slightly. Once more he drew his fingertips to his lips and waited anxiously. The woman pressed the button of the call box, which he knew was to his apartment. When there was no response, she pulled out something from her pocket.

The cell phone in the back seat began to ring again, and slowly, Yoongi reached over and slipped it against his ear. "Jeong-sun..." He said, in a heavy voice. "Yoongi," His girlfriend interrupted, her voice sinking audibly with relief. "I've been trying to call you. Hoseok said that you went home, so I wondered..." "You spoke to Hoseok?" Came his voice, low and monotonous. "He called me... is everything okay?" There was silence. "Yoongi? Talk to me, please." his girlfriend called softly, and he closed his eyes at the sound of her voice. "Get in the car."

He heard a slight intake of breath through the handset as the figure turned, instantly recognizing the black vehicle. She hesitated before hanging up, staring hard at the blacked out windows. Too slowly, she walked over, and Yoongi watched, feeling his heart pound with every step. He needed her to get in quickly, yet she was dawdling, and he tapped his forefinger on the wheel impatiently. The passenger side door swung open as she approached, and he was already putting the car into gear as she fastened her belt. Eyes full of concern, she searched his face for answers, wanting to understand. He glanced at her and quickly broke the eye contact, focusing instead on the road moving past them.

"I said that I'd pick you up." He muttered, and she did a slight double-take at the blunt edge in his voice. She adjusted her seatbelt to rest more comfortably between her breasts. "I just finished work and it's not that far from my apartment so..." Jeong-sun inclined her head a little, trying to see his expression better. "I was worried. So are you going to tell me why you're mad, or do I have to guess?" "Hoseok. " He said tightly, giving nothing away. "But he can't have said anything that bad, can he?" She said, incredulous. She'd never known the two to argue and was not sure that it was even possible.

Yoongi knew verbalizing the argument would make him sound stupid. It wasn't like they had never critiqued each other's lyrics before. In truth, he knew that it was the mention his relationship that had bothered him the most.

"Look, maybe you should just call him," Jeong-sun said reasonably, seeing as there was no reaction from Yoongi otherwise. "I bet it was a misunderstanding." Yoongi looked sideways at her, his eyes flitting momentarily from the road. "No. I'm not going to call him." "Well, if you don't do it, I will." She said sharply, beginning to feel a bit annoyed. "I'm serious." He repeated sternly, his eyes back on the road this time, though he held out his hand insistently. What the fuck was he supposed to say anyway? "Give me your phone."

Jeong-sun bristled at this, pausing as she searched through her contacts."Fine," she said tersely, handing it over."So where are we going?" "I don't know." He replied bluntly, and she rolled her eyes at him. Yoongi delicately fingered the knob of the radio and music began to play. Jeong-sun took the cue sullenly, folding her arms and looking out of the window, knowing the conversation was over. When she opened up his text that morning, she couldn't wait to see him. Now she almost wished she hadn't bothered rushing home to change, ditching her usual band tee and jeans in an effort to dress up.

Hadn't it been Yoongi who wanted to see me? She couldn't help but think. Of course, she had wanted to see him too; they had barely spent any time together in the past few months. The last thing she wanted was to get in his way, so she had graciously accepted that Yoongi needed space. She understood that he had responsibilities, but, so did she. After dating him for a year, she'd grown used to his frequent absences. But recently he had become more distant, more tired, and she was beginning to feel like an unnecessary burden on his already busy schedule. Even her colleagues at the pharmacy had begun to notice the absence of the mysterious man who lurked around the toiletry aisles, wondering if he had finally realised the huge mark up on their products. Today, inspired by his text, she'd decided to be more proactive- but it was all backfiring terribly.

She gave up trying to speak to him as he continued to drive, her mood souring. After a while of driving in silence, she began to recognize fewer and fewer of the streets. She glanced at him as the light began to change, and suspected he didn't either. Yoongi flipped on the headlights as the sky grew dark, yet he showed no intention of stopping or even speaking. He pressed his fingers against his lips as he drove, and eventually, they had left the long highway out of Seoul. It was hard to tell, but he seemed to be choosing routes based on how sparse the traffic was, and a couple of times they found themselves surrounded by anonymous farm land.

They were heading down a dead end dirt track before he put the car into reverse and rejoined the long, deserted road. Her heart had begun to thump harder now as she realized there was no way that Yoongi knew where they were. Maybe he wasn't just being childish when he said he didn't know where they were going, but she didn't ask whether they were lost. He seemed to be rooted in thought. She searched both pockets for her phone, thinking to switch on the GPS before remembering that Yoongi had taken it from her. Anxiously, she cast a wide-eyed glance at her lover, urging him to speak. But his otherwise beautiful profile was cast in shadow, and she could tell he was oblivious to her rising panic. It wasn't that she'd never seen him this way before, but it was the first time that she felt powerless to do anything. She could only watch as he slipped further away from the man who had made sweet love to her just a few weeks ago, the one who had said he loved her. Her eyes began to water at the memory, not understanding what had changed. "Please...talk." Jeong-sun whispered, so low that he barely heard her. "Yoongi, you're scaring me..."

His eyes darted to hers at the quiver in her voice. It was the first time he'd made eye contact with her in what felt like hours, and they grew wide as though he had been woken from a deep sleep. Suddenly, the car lurched, their seatbelts cutting hard against their chests as the wheel hit the curb. He tore his eyes quickly from her to readjust the wheel. "Stop it!" She yelled, her pitch unnaturally high. "Stop the car!"

He pulled into a grassy lane away from the road and came to a bumpy stop. He turned to her, hands reaching out to hold her. But to his surprise, she moved quickly away from him, belt already unbuckled as she flung open the door and tumbled out. "Ya, Jeong-sun!" He yelled in shock as he saw her run into the darkness into the long grass. Yoongi flung open his door and ran after her, shouting her name so that it echoed through the silent night. She hadn't gotten so far as to be completely invisible, and the glare of the headlights made her white dress glow phantom-like in the blackness. His heart pounded hard as he caught up to her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to face him. But she wouldn't, resisting him fiercely. "Jeong-sun! Why'd you run like that? Look at me!" He yelled, his voice still echoing around them.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" She yelled, her voice wavering in an attempt to compose herself. Her face was flushed, and as he met her eyes, he saw that they were wide, red-rimmed, burning with anger. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she wiped them messily away with the sleeve of her jacket. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Let go of me." "Jeong-sun..." The edge in her voice was painful, and Yoongi reached forward again to hold onto her. "I'm sor..." "Don't touch me." "Jeong-sun..." He repeated, shocked, as she tore her wrists away from his soft grasp and held them stiffly by her sides. " I told you to keep your fucking hands off me. " "I thought you'd understand that I -" "What the FUCK am I supposed to understand about any of this, huh? " She yelled fiercely. "How am I supposed to know what's going through your head when you won't fucking talk to me."

Yoongi's lips plump lips parted. Her words were sobering. "Genius Suga, right? That's what your fans call you. Or am I just too stupid to understand? Well, I think you're a fucking idiot, Min Yoongi. Why don't you go write a fucking song about how upset you are?"

For a moment she thought that he was going to vomit as he wretched, pressing his palm hard against his mouth and turning quickly away from her. He had doubled over, and she realised quickly that it wasn't the case. It caught her off guard, and although she wanted to keep shouting and to expel the rage she felt, her passion cooled instantly as she saw his shoulders heave with silent sobs. Despite pushing him away only moments before she pulled him instinctively into the crook of her neck. Her face was still hot with emotion, her wet cheeks pressing against his dark hair. As she felt his warm, hot ragged breath against her skin, an uncomfortable pressure slipped into her stomach. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she let them fall freely, mixing with Yoongi's own.

After a few minutes, Jeong-sun felt his fingers splay across her lower back, bunching the material around her hips. She held him up, still cradling him against her body, sure that he'd sink onto his knees if she let go. When she spoke again, her voice was softer, more familiar.

" Yoongi. Please...talk to me. I hate this." "I-I'm sorry..." The crack in his voice pained her. "I didn't plan any of this." "No you didn't." Her arms were beginning to shake a little as she supported his frame, but she didn't loosen her tight hold. "Are you...breaking up with me?" She asked after a pause, even though the thought of it made her ache inside. "I'm not breaking up with you," he murmured hoarsely against her neck, pressing his burning forehead against her collar. "Then, why…" Her stomach was knotting so hard she thought she might be sick. "If I'm making it hard on you..."

Pulling away, he ran his long fingers through the back of his tousled hair, his eyes not quite meeting hers. "You're right, I am an idiot." He drawled, lips pursed a little as he spoke. "Yoongi," she sighed. "I was just...mad. I didn't mean it." "You were right though. I should have told you what I was thinking."

Jeong-sun agreed, a little uneasily, as an uncomfortable silence stretched between them. Their surroundings were full of black shadows as she gazed ahead, a few stars dotted over the inky sky and a crescent moon disappearing into the clouds. Yoongi wiped his wet eyelashes with the back of his hand.

"I've not been able to write anything decent for weeks." He admitted, gazing into the darkness. His voice was low, a soft resonating murmur."I try, but it's no good. When I perform, I forget my lines, I forget the choreo. PD-nim scolded me for the performance on KBS last week, in front of the others. I feel like I haven't been able to do anything right for a while." "You're tired, Yoongi. That's all. We all get overworked. I mess up prescriptions all the time when I've slept badly."

Her boyfriend met her gaze with a small, empty smile. "I just feel like I'm going to lose everything."

He looked so sad, she thought, and she could tell from his tone that he wasn't just talking about music. She couldn't find the right words to comfort him, so instead reached out to take his hands in a reassuring gesture, squeezing them gently. They were stone cold, his fingers stiff as they entwined around hers. He was shivering slightly in the cold breeze, dressed in only a black tee and jeans.

"Didn't you bring a jacket?" Jeong-sun asked. Yoongi shook his head, stroking his thumb sweetly over the back of her hand which was pleasantly warm in contrast to his own. "Let's just go home."She suggested simply. Hand in hand, they walked back towards the gleaming headlights and slipped quickly inside. With a soft click, the doors locked. The car's interior was warmer only by a few degrees, and Jeong-sun did not remove her jacket, which had once belonged to her boyfriend, as she buckled her belt. Yoongi made no move to start the car, ignoring his own buckle as he cut out the blinding glare of the headlights. She gazed at him, questioningly."Don't you know the way back?" Yoongi shook his head. "Not at night. I remember we drove somewhere near here for a shoot a long time ago, but I think I took a wrong turn or two." Reaching over to him, she slipped her hand in his snug jean pocket and slid out her phone. They were illuminated in the bright glow of her screen, and she clicked her tongue impatiently. Yoongi watched her cautiously. "Shit, no service..."

He seemed unsurprised by the fact, pulling his lower lip lightly between his thumb and forefinger. He didn't bother to try his own phone, knowing that good reception was miles away. Jeong-sun leaned back in the seat, and the car once again became shrouded in dark shadows from the fringe of trees ahead. "I liked the view of the stars away from the city," Yoongi said, in an air of explanation. "We didn't finish filming that night till around 4 am. It was ice cold outside - we had to share a big blanket between us whilst waiting for the director to call us up. I remember thinking that I wasn't cut out for it. I even thought about stealing the company car to drive home." "But you didn't?" "No , of course not." He replied, steadily. "Hoseok and Jin convinced me to stay, and in the end, we had fun. Though I was exhausted. " She wondered why he was telling her this . He rarely shared moments like this, except through necessity, but this time she could tell he wanted to talk. "It sounds like you all need each other," she said, gently. Jeong-sun knew that they were a big part of his life. She thought she could understand the pressure he felt, trying to please so many people and how it must affect him. Though she had to admit to that she couldn't possibly comprehend the full extent of it.

Yoongi was quiet, his brow furrowed miserably as he stared at the dashboard. "I've not been a good boyfriend."

The admission was full of guilt, and he said it shamefully, hanging his head a little as he fingered the cool leather of the steering wheel. It was clear that this had been playing on his mind. A pang of regret swept over her for what she'd said, knowing that it'd been from a place of passion.

"I wouldn't change a thing about you." She said earnestly, leaning to pull his face close to hers. Tenderly, she pressed her forehead to his and captured his lips in a soft kiss. The seatbelt tugged against her, and their lips broke apart several times as they explored each other delicately. The pressure of Yoongi's lips was so light, and she couldn't help but pull against her restraint in an effort to bridge the gap between them. Jeong-sun fumbled with the clasp to free herself, feeling the gear stick prod into her stomach as she inclined to the scent of his skin. His usual vanillary fragrance was a little lost in the overwhelming aroma of cold winter air. He closed his fingers around hers as she tried to find the clasp, and she paused, feeling his other hand slip under the belt and rest between her breasts. Momentarily still, the lock yielded with a soft click as he pressed his thumb over the release. He slipped it over her shoulders, allowing her to press her lips more energetically against his. The taste of him was healing, addictive and utterly consuming. When they parted, they pressed their foreheads together as they regained their breath. It wasn't enough.

"Backseat..." She panted, craving to feel his skin against hers. His low purr of consent rumbled across her lips as he kissed her once more. The gap was small, but Jeong-sun manoeuvred herself to squeeze through it, her dress riding up as she tried to slip her legs over the seat. His fingers gripped tightly around her ankle, holding her in place and forcing her to grab a hold of the set infront of her to steady herself. Yoongi's free hand ran up her exposed thigh to the peachy flesh of her behind. She groaned in anticipation as she felt a pair of lips trail the way up her bare legs and finally press against the cotton of her underwear. He inhaled her deeply, pressing his mouth to the warm fabric. "Are you comfortable enough?" She felt his voice rumble against her labia.

She panted, feeling breathless. The seat created a strange pressure in her stomach which seemed to sharpen the familiar, throbbing, ache between her legs. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but the anticipation of what would come next made it bearable ."Yes, it's fine..." And with that a finger ran under the band of her underwear and was pulled the entire length of Jeong-sun's legs. The cool air in the car tingled for a moment until she felt Yoongi's hot breath on her cunt. He pressed his plump lips against her labia and kissed her, open-mouthed, his tongue running along her exposed core. She felt his tongue enter her, pushing as deep as it could physically go whilst his mouth continued to suck her. When he made love to her like this she couldn't help but hang her head and lose herself in the sensation.

"I love the way you taste." Yoongi purred, pulling away to breathe. His chin was glistening with her arousal, and he slid his tongue over his lips salaciously, savouring her. He kissed her once again, hungrily, pulling her arse cheeks apart to deepen it. Jeong-sun groaned as he moved further up her cunt to capture her throbbing clit and suck on it, flicking and circling it in his mouth. The ache between her legs built, and finally as he drew the nub between his plump lips and suctioned it, a strong pulse shook through her. Paired with the pressure on her stomach, the intensity of it was almost painful. The rhythm of it was unusual and left her feeling incredibly sensitive as his tongue continued to circle around her.

When she spoke, her breath was irregular, "Y-Yoongi....wait a minute." He paused, his lips still on her, and she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm a little more smoothly. She sighed in relief, a warm blush colouring her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" He asked, stroking her thigh as he pressed his lips to her bare skin before adjusting her dress back over her behind.

"Yes...it was just...a little intense." She said, pulling herself through the gap and dropping, onto the back seat. Yoongi followed swiftly, his slim figure easily slipping between so that he could join her. Automatically, their lips rejoined and she tasted herself on his breath. Her body began to sink back as they deepened the kiss, the seats clearly not designed with the kind of activity they had in mind. Her right leg dangled over onto the floor, her foot pushing a bundle of cloth further under the seat as she tried to stabilise herself. His body was impossibly close to hers, perhaps through necessity, though they both knew that they would have been just as entangled in the back of a limousine as a Hyundai. Jeong-sun's nipples were already hard as he pulled aside her bra to capture one between his lips. He pushed her breasts together to create a valley of flesh, kissing between her cleavage before working the other. When he drew away the cold air bit the already sensitive nubs, his saliva cooling quickly in the falling temperature of the car. Yoongi pulled the cups of her bra back over them tenderly.

"I need to be inside you." He murmured, and she felt the sincerity of it resonate deep inside her. She needed it to.

Agreeing, she snaked her hands under his body, running her fingertips over his pelvis and towards the small trail of pubic hair escaping the confine of his jeans. She managed to unhook the top button and slid the zipper carefully down, feeling his erection through his boxers. Yoongi brushed her hand, pulling his cock out from his underwear and sinking into her slowly. He was quite still as they met, sharing each other's warmth and savouring the intimacy of the act. Jeong-sun wanted desperately to hold him there, wishing that they could stay like this; it'd been so long since they'd been so physically close, and she realised in that moment how much she had missed him. Slipping her hands under his shirt, she ran her fingertips over his soft stomach and towards the dimples of his spine. The hard denim of his jeans was creating a barrier, rubbing awkwardly against her thigh and bunched dress. She tugged them down a little and curved her hands over his backside. Yoongi moved barely at all, filling her entirely as he pressed his lips lovingly against her own. She flinched a little as his icy fingers skimmed under her dress but they warmed quickly as they spread along the curve of her waist. Gradually, his hips moved under her hands as made unhurried love to her. It was achingly tender, gentle beyond words. The silence would have been overwhelming were it not for the small exhalations they made, their breaths turning to mist as each unspoken word and emotion evaporated between them. It felt different this time. Jeong-sun knew that she would not come like this, but she did not care. She just wished that they could stay like this, entwined, pressed together, feeling every inch of him. His eyelids fluttered open as he pulled back slightly to see her face, his dark eyes searching for hers. "I love you," he admitted. "I love you..."

The soft rumble of his voice made her heart unexpectedly lurch, clenching at the sincerity of his words. "I love you too, Yoongi." He sighed, almost in relief, pressing his nose against the crevice of her neck. He readjusted his position, fingertips running messily through her hair as he formed a barrier between herself and the car door. Yoongi sank deeply into her, his breath growing short and his own orgasm drew close. In a small gasp, he stilled, curling his fingers against the back of her head as he found his own release . The sensation lingered, ebbing away little by little as he clutched onto her. What seemed like minutes passed before he eventually pulled out of her. Reverently, they pressed their lips together and Yoongi rested his warm forehead against hers.

"Marry me." His breath was so sweet, so soothing, that the meaning of his words didn't immediately sink in. She was quiet, her mind a little foggy with his proximity. "Marry me, Jeong-sun." He repeated. There was a desperate ache in his voice, and unexpectedly she felt her stomach turn, leaving her feel short-winded. "Yoongi... think about what you're asking me." She said, seriously, searching his expression for an explanation. "I am." When she opened her mouth again, she sounded exasperated, bewildered. She couldn't articulate her thoughts. "Why?" "I love you," he said in a simple answer, though he looked slightly embarrassed with himself.

"Yoongi..." She sighed, running her hand along his cheek, fingertips brushing despondently through his hair. She had never been so in love with another person, but the thought of accepting his proposal was inconceivable. The realisation hurt. "...I don't think I can say yes."

He closed his eyes in thought, understanding that it wasn't a rejection. Yoongi knew deep down that she was right, that perhaps now wasn't the right time or place, and that marriage would not solve anything. "Forget I mentioned it." He muttered. "You know I love you,” she continued a little more softly, “...that’s enough. I don’t think you need a wife nagging you, on top of everything else.” Jeong-sun pulled his face into hers and placed her lips delicately against his eyelids, needing him to understand the depth of her feelings for him. He exhaled slowly, cherishing the kindness of this simple action. Silently they righted themselves, Yoongi tucking himself back into his jeans, and her sliding her panties back over her hips.

"Were you really scared?" He asked seriously. Jeong-sun nodded, meeting his eyes uncomfortably. "Honestly, yes." "I'm sorry. I never meant to make you feel like that." He looked away, guiltily.

"We should try and get some sleep," she suggested quickly, wanting to move on from the topic. "We can figure out how to get back when it's light." He nodded, looking thoroughly drained, she thought. Automatically, she pulled him against her chest, allowing him to rest comfortably against her. His body was cold, and he wrapped close around her, his face resting against her breasts. After a little while she was sure he had fallen asleep, his breathing rhythmic and slow. She, however, couldn't fall asleep so easily. She ran her fingers methodically through his dark hair. Jeong-sun wondered for how long they could continue this way, loving each other intensely whilst side stepping around each other's own lives. A little shiver caught her attention and she brushed his bare arms, feeling little bumps raised on his cool skin. Trying not to disturb him, she freed one of her arms, remembering the bundle of cloth that she had nudged with her foot. Her fingertips stretched under the passenger seat, and she managed to grasp the coarse fabric between her index and ring finger. She pulled it, realising it was trapped under something heavy. There was a light tinkle of glass as she managed to extricate the blanket from underneath it. The thin slither of moonlight illuminated the outline of her boyfriend's jacket, wrapped neatly around the green bottles. Pulling aside the collar, she felt the long, cool necks of the bottles before pushing the parcel back under the seat. Had he been intending to get drunk? The thought troubled her a little, and she wondered had she not been waiting for him would he have remembered to pick her up at all. Yoongi purred against her chest, his lips pressed lightly against her exposed skin. Jeong-sun tried to forget it, remembering how sweetly they'd made love, how impossibly close their bodies had been pressed together, his proposal... A little unevenly, she managed to pull the scratchy woollen picnic blanket over them, covering her bare legs which had begun to tingle in the cool temperature. Eventually, after what felt like hours, her eyes closed and the darkness became absolute. * "Was she mad?" Yoongi asked, opening the car door and slipping back into the driver's seat. The smell of cigarette smoke and petrol followed him, and he tucked the pack of menthols back into the glove box. Jeong-sun lowered her phone, finally having enough network service to make a call to the pharmacy. "I don't think so. She just asked me to come in as soon as I could." "That's good." He said, relieved. "I don't want to get you into trouble. Here, I got you this." Yoongi reached into a small plastic bag and pulled out a triangle package, a tuna and mayo sandwich on wholegrain, and a bottle of water. She took it, wondering whether she should mention what she had found under the seat. Deciding to drop the matter, she wordlessly unscrewed the cap and took a large gulp, her dry throat soothed at once. Yoongi's phone vibrated several times and he pulled it from his jeans pocket, sliding the screen across and tucking it away with a slight frown. "And what about you?" "They'll be fine...I'll just tell them that I overslept."

Turning the key, Yoongi started the ignition and pulled out of the gas station carefully, rejoining the slow flood of traffic back into the city. It took another 40 minutes before they finally pulled up to the kerb outside Jeong-sun's apartment, neither of them moving immediately. Cutting the engine, Yoongi reached for her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. "I'll wait for you." "Maybe you should go." She began, a little gloomily. She didn't want to leave him, but she knew that she'd have to, that he too was procrastinating. " I have to shower and change. Besides, I only work around the corner...and I'm sure you have work to do too." He looked a little dampened by this.

"I promise, I can manage." She reassured, more softly. "Besides, you need to make up with Hoseok. You will, won't you?" "I will." He assured her. Jeong-sun leant into him, pressing her lips against his and allowing her taste to linger there, trying to ease the knotting feeling in her stomach. They broke apart all too soon, Yoongi's dark eyes desperately searched hers. Finally, she unfastened her seatbelt and drew it slowly away from her breasts.

He reached to capture her hand once more."Wait a little, Jeong-sun...stay..." "I can't, Yoongi. I have to go." She echoed the ache in his voice. Their lips met once more, a little sadly. "Take care of yourself." Untangling her fingers from his, she opened the car door and stepped out, dawdling as she reached into her pocket for her keys. She looked back to the car as she opened her door, seeing nothing through the tinted glass, and eventually it pulled away and blended into the street.

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AVENGERS + DOGS HEADCANONS

So @thiccestavenger asked about dogs and it got a little bit out of hand, so I’m posting it here. I don't know what happened, this spiraled out of my control, but here you go:

(Everything’s below the cut because it’s a long ass post.)

• I think Bucky would totally have a rescued pitbull. He takes it home after finding it on the street, the poor thing is wounded and under fed and it recoils from human touch so quickly Bucky feels its pain. So he takes... Her. It's a she. He takes her home, feeds her, takes care of her. Eventually the dog starts feeling better and trusting him, and Bucky finds out how touch starved she is. It takes a long time before the dog stops flinching when Bucky does a sudden move, but eventually she does and Bucky counts the victory. She sleeps at his feet on the bed, nuzzles against his thigh on the couch, sits patiently at the kitchen door when he cooks. Bucky finally settles into this new life, just him and his dog in his Brooklyn flat, living a normal life. Early retirement doesn’t seem so bad now. One night, after waking up from a pretty bad nightmare, the dog jumps on the bed and starts licking his face. Bucky runs his hands through her fur and it anchors him to the present, he calms down, and thinks that maybe he wasn’t the one to save that small pitbull but the other way around. He doesn't realize that by working on the dog he's also working on his own issues until one day he finds himself at a crowded park, watching the dog run and play, when it hits him that it's the first time he's willingly gone to a public area full of people on his own. Well, he's not alone, he has Winter. The name started as a joke from Clint, "but dude, it's you, she's your dog version. Gray, has blue eyes, misunderstood misfit. It fits." And it did fit, so it stuck, and Bucky learned to give the word a new meaning.

• Steve would have a dog he could work with. Labrador, German Shepherd, the likes. Eventually he finds out he really likes to train him, Brook, and he's damn good at it too. He also realizes that it does wonders for his mind. He trains Brook for field work, explosive recognition, extraction protocols. He teaches him basic signs and they learn to communicate with and without words. The dog learns to be on and off the job, so when they're home, Steve lets him lay on the couch with its head on his thigh. It's nice, the company. Having something to take care of and come back home to. Steve scratches its head and behind its ears and it's comforting. Brook becomes a really good agent after training for so many months, he goes with Steve on some basic missions. Steve's reclutant on taking Brook to more dangerous operations, because he didn't get the dog to make it his partner like that. Eventually, he gets called by Tony, who's been watching him, and the proposal of having dogs for field work gets dropped on his desk. "You're good, Rogers. You've done an impressive job with this one" Tony points at Brook, who sits by the door, eyes fixed on Steve. "You could take some time off the field, stay at the compound and do this." Steve turns to look at his dog, who wiggles its tail once in return, still on working mode. "Maybe you could learn some more and train them not only for field work but for therapy. Actually, hold on, I think we need more therapy dogs than agents around here." Steve scoffs a laugh at that because well, where's the lie. And it could be good, he thinks. Taking some time off, no more missions. Just, staying back, train the dogs. He could start off slow, with two or three. Brook by his side. It could be nice. He tells Tony he's gonna think about it, and that night he falls asleep on the couch with Brook pressed against him. He already made up his mind.

• Natasha is definitely not a dog person. She has a black cat and denies that she loves her. Cat, yes she named the cat Cat, turned up at her windowsill on a stormy night and contrary to popular belief Natasha's not heartless, so she let her in and fed her a can of tuna. The cat purred, rubbed her head against Natasha's leg and jumped on the lounge chair Nat had been occupying, the spot still warm. Natasha shrugged and went to bed, deciding she'd get rid of the fur ball the day after. It never happened.

• If Thor were to have a dog he'd probably have a Golden Retriever and it would be the funniest thing to watch them together because they're practically twins. Thor loves the dog, he loves him and pets him and hugs him and he takes him outside to play fetch under the sun every single day until they're both tired and crawl back to the compound happy and sated. Kvasir is a happy and silly gigantic furry bear and loses too much hair, so he's banned from the living room. Tony almost breaks at both the dog's and Thor's puppy eyes, but then he looks back at his expensive couch and shakes his head again. Thor still sneaks him into his room all the time and they sleep sprawled on the bed. Twins, I’m telling you.

• Tony, according to his own words,  is not a dog person. He doesn’t want a dog, but secretly dotes on everyone else’s pet and sometimes, when no one’s watching, he lets Kvasir in the living room. Tony sits on the floor with his back against the couch, the dog lying next to him, and he closes his eyes and rubs Kvasir’s belly and head, relaxing as his fingers run through the smooth fur. It’s better than any anxiety therapy he’s tried so far, but he’s not ready to commit to having a dog of his own yet, still scared of losing what he loves and not willing to add something else to the small list of things he holds close to his heart. So, for now, he’s content with sneaking Kvasir in for some petting when everyone is away. Thor knows, of course he knows, and he’ll be dead before he says anything about it.   

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Convergence.

A/N: I’d like to thank @ubeshibe @wolfyfloofs @gladiolus-mamacitia for keeping my Twin AU alive with their love. So here’s a fic where all the twins exist in the same universe. This is based off Doodle’s comic ahhhAAHHHHHH.

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I listened to La Vie en Rose by Pomplamoose over and over while writing this it seemed to fit it somehow lol. 

Caelum Twins | Argentum Twins

Scientia Twins | Amicitia Twins

It all began with a cough from a passing councilman. Or it could have been a sneeze. Aurelio found himself sneezing up a storm as he put books away for that evening; the Citadel library was empty except for his echoing sneeze. With that, he prayed to the stars and Gods above to spare him the from the flu.

The brothers and sister group of the Caelums, Scientias, Amicitias and Argentums were out enjoying a night out together. It was a rarity; Vega was home for the winter break and staying with her brother, Noctis. Aster was back home from guarding the Wall, which was a relief for Gladio and both Ignis and Aurelio were not working late tonight. No doubt, Noctis would have pulled strings to get them all to come out. With the eight of them, they were all able to fill a lazy susan table. As everyone was eating fried rice, noodles, flanks of barbequed pork, sweet and sour chicken, and sauteed veggies (except Noctis), Aurelio felt the beginnings of a headache. Vega was spooning chicken onto her plate in great quantities when she noticed Aurelio massage his forehead, “You alright?”

Aurelio winced at the volume of Aster’s and Gladio’s guffaws and sniffled, “Yes, I think so. Just a headache, I’m afraid.”

Vega gave him a knowing look and said, “I’ve got you covered.”

From her purse, she pulled out a small bottle of naproxen sodium, and shook out two tablets, “That should do it. Let me know if you need more.”

Aurelio thanked her. The pills were like rough stone going down.

The pills weren’t enough; Aurelio woke up the next day with a fever, sore throat and a plugged up nose. He wrapped himself up in his comforter and set himself on the couch. His little black cat Fish hopped up on his lap and started rubbing up against him. He gave her a quick cuddle and set her down on his lap. He reached for his phone and as he clicked the screen to life, he immediately put it back down. The screen was far too bright to handle. Fish purred next to his ear and rubbed against him again purring loudly.

“Can you tell Ignis that I’m sick, Fishie?” He asked pitifully. She gave a little mew and sneezed herself, spraying Aurelio’s ear.

He scribbled note hastily and tucked it into Fish’s collar and let her out onto the fire escape. She climbed up to the floor above and started meowing right at Ignis’s window. She meowed and meowed until Ignis plucked her from the windowsill and plopped her right on the couch, “Alright! I heard you the first few times, whats the matter?”

He saw the note on her collar and he unfurled it.

“Oh, bother, dear brother…”

Ignis sighed and Fish blinked at him with her deep blue eyes. “What a fool, my master is,” her eyes said.

Ignis nodded in agreement. As Ignis gathered his things, Aurelio wailed in his apartment, “Igniiiisss, I’m out of tissues, I can’t breaathee!”

Ignis found Aurelio in his apartment buried deep in his blanket, a bag of used tissues at his side. His cheeks had taken a ruddy hue and he was half asleep.

Ignis touched his twin’s forehead and it was just as he feared; Aurelio’s fever was running high. He sighed and tried shaking Aurelio awake.

Aurelio groaned weakly, “I think I’m a bit ill.”

“A bit ill? I could fry an egg on your forehead.”

Aurelio groaned again and settled back on his couch. His face was just peaking out of the pile of blankets. He looked at Ignis dejectedly and Ignis got up to make a phone call.

“Hello Aster. Might you be able to do me a favor?”

**

Aurelio was still covered in blankets when he and Ignis had arrived at Aster Amicitia’s apartment. Aurelio had started to shake, “W-why can’t you take, take care of me today, Ignis?”

“I’m very sorry, the prince needs me today, I can’t stay with you. And if I remember, we agreed that we would stay away from one another, to isolate the illness.”

Aurelio slumped into Ignis’ shoulder with a whine, “I don't remember such a silly thing. And just call Nooctt, pleaasee.”

Ignis rolled his eyes and sighed; Aurelio always got needy when he was ill. It was worsened with his delirium the fever had brought on.

“No, I can’t. And you promised!”

Aurelio had started kicking up such a fuss that Ignis had to pick him and carry him bridal-style all the way to Aster’s door. By the time Aster had answered the door, Ignis was struggling under the deadweight that Aurelio had set. He practically threw his brother into Aster’s arms with a, “Be strong for mother, Aurelio.”

“Ignis, what the hell?”

“You’ve got this covered right?” Ignis didn’t even wait for Aster to reply, he was practically sprinting out of the apartment complex.

“Hey! IGNIS?! YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME WITH YOUR SICK BROTHER!”

Aurelio peered up at Aster with watery eyes, “Gladio?? Aster?? I can’t see, I don’t have my glasses.”

Aurelio decided that maybe he could tell by the scent of his cologne. He sniffed, “… I can’t smell, my nose is too clogged…”

Aster grumbled under his breath and set Aurelio down on his futon and asked, “Have you taken any medicine yet?”

“Cough syrup… Ignis ran out of medicine and I didn’t have any.”

Aster hummed, “I don’t have anything for what you’ve got, bud. I’ll make a quick call, though, don’t you worry.”

“Thank you,” Aurelio said, his voice quivering.

Aster couldn’t help but laugh at his poor friend’s misfortune. Aster reached for his phone and as he unlocked it, his apartment buzzer went off. He went to answer, “Yeah?”

“Aster, dude, open up! Hands are kinda full!”

Aster was taken back, “Cassiel? Don’t you have the key?”

“Like I said hands are full, I’m using my forehead to press the button.”

He buzzed Cassiel in and a minute later, the door burst open. Prompto and Cassiel came in, looking as identical as ever down to the last freckle. They each had bags and bags full of things.

“We heard Aurelio was sick,” they chimed together.

“We brought stuff!” Prompto waved a bag cheerfully.

Aster waved them in, a hand clapping each Argentum on the shoulder, “Great timing! I’ve been gone for months, I don’t have anything in my place.”

Aurelio greeted Prompto and Cassiel as enthusiastically as he could. Cassiel set about making cups of tea, walking around the apartment as if it was his own home.

“How do you like your tea? Sweet, unsweetened?”

Aurelio made to answer, but was overcome with a coughing fit and he retreated into his comforter. He didn’t come out until his face was red and he wiped a bit of spittle from the corner of his mouth.

“Honey, if you please.”

Cassiel nodded and Prompto sat down next to him. He held a thermometer in his hand, “Open the hatch.”

Aurelio held the thermometer under his tongue and winced at the pounding in his head.

“Can I ge-”

“Minutes almost done, hold tight.”

Aster sat down next to Aurelio and the sick man slumped against him. All Aster could do was give him a sympathetic pat.

When the thermometer beeped, announcing Aurelio’s 102°F fever, Aster said, “Wonder what got Ignis so busy today.”

As Aurelio gulped down his tea and cold pills, he rasped, “He’s been working late for the last few weeks. I think it’s in preparation for something in Niflheim. It’s months away from being complete, should be in the summer that it should pop up again.”

Aster nodded, “I would hope it’s something good then.”

**

Vega poured herself a cup of tea while waiting in the Citadel garden for Ignis and Noctis. She picked at her nails, eager and sort of anxious to tell them something that had been troubling her. She wished her hair was longer; she had cut it short to stand in for Noctis at a gala the last time she was on school break. She missed toying with the long strands.

She heard echoing footsteps, so she stood. Noctis came first, followed by Ignis and Gladio. Noctis ruffled her short hair as he sat down, Ignis gave her a little bow and Gladio said, “How are you, Royal Princess?”

“I’m good, nice to be home.”

“Training tomorrow at 7pm, sharp.

Vega rolled her eyes, "Good, I get to kick your ass again.”

Gladio gave a hearty laugh as he stood against the wall and she smiled as she took her seat.

“Thank you for organizing this tea for us, Vega,” Ignis said, “But I’m afraid we might have to cut it shorter than anticipated, I have a meeting and Noctis has his training.”

Noctis sighed and frowned, “Oh, c'mon Specs, Vega’s here, I just wanna relax-”

“Tomorrow, your highness, you should be free.”

Noctis relented with a “bah,” and reached for a slice of cake.

“Cake before training?” Vega tried stealing some off Noctis’ plate, “You’re gonna make yourself sick.”

Vega was successful in taking a piece with her force, much to Noctis’ chagrin. She paused in thought as she licked the frosting off her fork.

“Ah, I suppose you’re old enough, just aim for Gladio when you puke.”

Ignis managed to stop himself from snorting into his tea, “No, I don’t think that’ll be good for either of them. They’ll end up worse than my poor brother.”

Vega had been ready to sip from her tea but she placed the cup back down, saucer and all, “What happened with Aurelio?”

“He’s indisposed, nasty bout of flu.”

Vega raised her eyebrows, “Is he okay?”

“He’s a grown man, he can take care of himself.”

“He’s Aurelio; He’s alot like you but you know how he gets.”

“That’s precisely why I left him with Aster.”

“You left him- you do realize you left him with someone who doesn’t even have crumbs in his fridge? He’s been gone for months!”

Ignis sighed, “I’m not a fool; I sent Cassiel and Prompto with supplies.”

Vega propped her chin in her hand and her elbow against the table, “Lords almighty, Igs. I know things are tough with the councilmen right now- mind you, Noct’s been talking my ear off.”

“Aurelio does get rather difficult when he’s ill,” Ignis had the tiniest bit of grace to look slightly ashamed, “Which is why we agreed on not caring for one another while ill. I’d rather not say something too brash by accident and offend him.”

Vega sighed and nodded. She got up and said, “I’m gonna go check up on him, just in case.”

Noctis tugged at her sleeve, “Hold up, you said you wanted to tell us something.”

She had almost forgotten.

“Ahh, its not that important, it can wait.”

“Nonsense,” Ignis said and he finished his tea, “Pray tell. We might not get a chance to talk later.”

Reluctantly, Vega sat back down. She took a deep breath to calm herself but she felt her heart pound heavier.

“I’m not going back to school after break.”

Ignis dropped his fork, “Y-You’re dropping out? What ever for? Are you failing?”

Vega could feel Noctis’ eyes bore into her and an uncomfortable heat went through her, “It won’t be forever, its just a gap year! I still haven’t chosen my major…”

“Vega, I thought we discussed this-,” Ignis began but Vega interrupted, “You know my heart isn’t in government. You’ve known that! Medicine is good and all, but that’ll take years and I’ll be stuck, an-and I don’t want that.”

“Well, what do you want to do, Vega?”

She hated that question so much. She never had an answer.

“I don’t know…”

Ignis sighed and she could tell he was trying to collect his remaining patience.

“Why don’t you stick out the remainder of the semester? Maybe by then you’ll figure out whatever you want to do?”

“Ignis, I’m going crazy there. I like school enough but I’m not going anywhere with it. It’s like being stuck-”

“Stuck in a cage with no where to go,” Noctis finished for her. She looked at him, and he held a somber look.

“What do you think Dad’ll say?” Her throat had gone dry.

Noctis looked away and his eyes settled on the table, “I dunno… You’re gonna need to talk to him yourself.”

Vega shut her eyes and let out all the air she had been holding in.

She didn’t look at either them for fear of seeing disappointment in their eyes. She got her motorcycle helmet from under her chair and she started walking out.

“Hey, Vey,” Noctis called out. Vega spun just in time to catch his keys. It was a new set of keys. He had talked about driving around with her, to hit up their old haunts, places she hadn’t been to in a while.She

Vega shook her head and tossed his keys back.

**

The ride from the Citadel to Aster’s apartment was enough to relax Vega enough. She was buzzed in with a “Holy Crap...” from Aster and right when she entered the hallway, she smelled burnt rice. She practically sprinted down to Aster's door and started pounding on it.

Cassiel answered the door and the burnt stench followed. Vega covered her nose with her sleeve. He greeted as casually as he could, “Hey Vega! How are you?”

“What in the gods are you guys doing?” She pushed past him and found Prompto opening the window in the kitchen and Aster trying to scrape the rice off the pot. Vega couldn't have come at a better time.

She spotted a very sorry looking Aurelio on the futon, lying back with his eyes half open. Vega shook him gently, “Hey, how are you?”

“Vega? What's that smell?”

“Someone other than your brother trying to cook,” she said with a smile. Aurelio chuckles turned into coughs and she touched his forehead. His fever was still burning on and he said, “Gods above, I feel awful.”

“You don't look too good, either, sorry to say.”

“I just want to go to bed...”

Vega started to kick herself for not taking Noct's car. She said, “Let me see what I can do.”

She went over to Aster, who was soaking the pot in hot water. Prompto and Cassiel were trying to read out a recipe from their phones. They were arguing over whether they could feed it to Aurelio or if they would be able to make it in the first place. She said to the three men, “You guys mind if I take Aurelio back to his place? I think it'll be better...”

“Aww but we wanna help!!” Prompto and Cassiel cried. Aster pouted at them, “Yeah and you guys almost burnt down my kitchen. I was supposed to hang out with Nyx tonight but I gotta stay and clean up.”

Cassiel frowned, “I'm sorry, big guy.”

Vega took out her phone, “Alright, how about a game plan? I'll take Aurelio home, you three clean up, yeah? Team Argentum can take over cleaning when you need to get going, Aster.”

“Will you be okay with Aurelio?” Aster asked as he took out cleaning sprays from under the sink.

“Yeah! I'm in college, I get sick all the time. I can handle it from here. Can you guys watch my bike while I get Aurelio settled?”

Cassiel and Prompto gave salutes.Vega called a taxi.

**

Immediately after arriving (and after Vega had to break in to collect Aurelio's forgotten keys and glasses), Aurelio crashed onto his bed. Vega was able to coax some toast and juice with medicine into him before he passed out. She left a note next to his pillow saying that she would be at the store and called a taxi to take her back to Aster's to pick up her motorcycle.

She picked up a bit of fruit and some chicken to stew, if Aurelio felt he was up to it. She also picked up some tissues, frankincense oil, some honey and lemon. These were her staples for survival back at school when flu season hit the campus. She'd pick up more later if need be.

She was setting a pot to boil and looking for a cutting board when Aurelio shuffled into the kitchen. His hair was mussed up and he rasped out, “I think my head might explode.”

“That's not good,” Vega said as she reached out for a mug, “Want a cup of tea?”

“Yes, please.”

She prepared his tea and he perched himself right at the counter. He was in his scruffiest cardigan and shivering. Vega stuck a thermometer in his mouth before he could take a sip of his tea.

She laughed at his pout and when she finally found the cutting board, the thermometer went off. She plucked it from his mouth.

“Hmn, 101.5. What was it the last time your temp was taken?”

“I dunno, I think I was dead.”

Vega laughed and handed him his mug, “How so do you feel about having a bit of chicken stew?”

“That would be great, thank you.”

Vega sent him to the couch to settle with a movie and set herself to dicing carrots and onion. She set the chicken, veggies and some herbs to boil then simmer. She set a timer to an hour and she sat next to Aurelio. He looked about ready to doze off again. He shifted when she sat and said, “Wont be for another hour, sorry.”

“No hurry, I'm not all that hungry yet.”

She nodded and pulled her knees to her chest. They sat and watched the movie in silence for a minute and Aurelio said, “I can't thank you enough for being here. But why?”

“I'm not up to much most days,” Vega yawned. She looked at him, “Honestly, I don't mind, it gives me something to do.”

“How kind of you. Really, I-”

“Don't mention it, its no big deal.”

Vega turned to watch the movie. Aurelio asked with a light air, “How has school been?”

Vega shook her head, “I'm dropping out. Or well, taking a break for a year.”

“Has it been that tough?”

She sighed, “I'm just tired... I don't know what I'm doing there, to be completely honest.”

Aurelio scooted to face her. She looked at her knees, “My grades are fine... I just don't think I'm all that passionate enough about anything to pursue a degree.”

“Hmn.”

“Ignis wasn't too happy to hear.”

“Well, that's Ignis, dear. He's already got things figured out, he's always finding more things to figure out.” He paused to blow his nose.

Once the trumpeting petered out, he said, “You just focus on what you want to do. You're still young and though you may be royalty, you're human.”

Vega felt her eyes sting slightly and her voice was small, “What if my father is disappointed in me?”

Aurelio took her hand, “Now, I know that to be impossible. He'd want what's best for you. Understand?”

Vega nodded and whispered, “Thanks.”

They continued watching the movie until Vega's timer went off and she went back to fixing up the stew. Aurelio had dozed off while she finished and she brought him a bowl. He downed some medicine and fell asleep again. Vega picked another movie to play and found her thoughts drifting back to this afternoon. She knew Ignis meant well; he'd been a great help though the past few semesters when she felt herself close to losing her mind. They'd all talk about it more later. She'd talk to her father when she got the chance.

For now, she closed her eyes and let the movie lull her to sleep.

#ffxv fanfiction #ffxv au #twin au #noctis lucis caelum #vega lucis caelum #ignis scientia #aurelio felix scientia #gladiolus amicitia #aster amicitia #prompto argentum #cassiel argentum #my writing #ffxv ocs #i think?? #*shrug* #gahhhfngjfgsnfg #im nervous about this

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TMNT Fanfic: Fire And Oxygen: Where My Demons Hide

Testing out the full “Mikey The Lifegiver” fanfic based on that headcanon where Mikey, still new to his Utrom-enhanced inborn psychic empath powers, teaches Raph to control his emotional rages, for which Angel123 did a beautiful illustration. Going to edit and post on both AO3 and FFnet later. Do give feedback here for content and such, like if I should add anything, etc. Remember, right now it’s just telepathy and intuitive sensing and some clairvoyance, and the telekinesis comes much much later in the series once he and April and Splinter start training. Plus, there are always side effects. He’s got temporal lobe epilepsy and a migraine disorder now. Sometimes headaches precede visions too.

 Fire And Oxygen: Where My Demons Hide

 Raphael was having nightmares again.

They were always the same. The endings were always different.

This time, Michelangelo took the katana in the side but Leonardo didn’t notice in time.

This time, Michelangelo took the knives to the chest meant for Donatello, but they couldn’t save him.

This time, Michelangelo was raped by that Foot ninja more than once, more than just fingers, and Raphael could not reach him.

And Raph bolted up in his bed roaring, tears streaming down his face. He was rasping out his little brother’s name. Chompy had climbed onto his chest, pawing at his face, making those little frantic whimpers, the same whining sounds he had made when Tokka came to get him and he realized he would be leaving Earth – Raph – behind.

His hands trembling, Raph clutched the puppy-like alien turtle delicately and growled, hiccupping.

Just a dream, his mind begged. Please, it’s just a bad dream, Mikey’s alive and he’s fine, there’s nothing wrong.

This time, Mikey’s latest seizure – the one caused by Raph hitting him and yelling at him – didn’t stop, it led to what Donnie called status epilepticus. Which, Donnie added, often lead to Sudden Unexpected Death In Epilepsy, it had its own acronym.

Mikey had stopped breathing. His heart had stopped beating. His brain shut down. He had died.

Raphael let out a sob that Chompy somehow echoed.

Raph’s bedroom door opened, not slowly, and it banged against the wall. Raph kept his eyes shut.

Someone sat on his bed; he felt the bottom of a carapace brush his blanket-covered leg. A three-fingered leathery smooth hand landed on his left shoulder. It began to rub up and down his arm. Another hand cupped the right side of his head. A large smooth leathery thumb wiped under his eyes.

A kind of energy – undeniably familiar from so many meditation sessions, breathe in breathe out – very carefully swept over his head, down his shoulders and arms, covering his torso, all the way down his legs, pooling into his feet, then disappearing and gathering in the very center of his forehead, swirling, full of all the shades of red, fading down to pink, then very slowly shifting into dark dark orange, cascading through that color wheel until the orange was bright, almost dark yellow, almost sunset, tinged with dark pink, red and yellow bleeding into one another, the way orange did, delight and passion eternal twins.

Raph felt himself take three deep breaths. He opened his eyes.

Michelangelo’s faces was inches from his own, kissing close. His mouth was tilted up on one side into a gentle smile and his eyes were overwhelmingly kind and gentle.

“Hey, bro,” he said quietly.

Swallowing, Raph suddenly felt humiliated. “H-hey.”

“You okay now?”

“I, um, I think so.”

Sighing, Mikey leaned in and pressed his forehead to Raph’s, still looking into his eyes. “It’s okay, you know.”

Raph didn’t blink but he mentally shrank back. “Uh…?”

“Freaking out. The nightmares. I’m like an expert now. I literally have no shame. It happens.”

Raph’s throat closed up a little. He pulled away just enough to wipe his face with the palm of one hand, and then he noticed that Chompy was snuggled in his lap, looking at Mikey with his tongue lolling. “But…I, um…they…”

“They’re memories,” his brother confirmed. “And then they change, and they’re nightmares. And you can’t do a damn thing.”

Raphael just nodded. “Y…you kept…dying. We…we couldn’t…nothing…”

Mikey suddenly grabbed Raph’s shoulders and narrowed his eyes, although his smile didn’t fade. “Dreams, Raph. Just dreams. Your fears. Your…your demons. I’m still here. Leo and Don, still here.”

Raph felt himself swell with what he could only identify as anguish. “But. Mikey. It could happen. It could really happen, for real, okay? It’s not my imagination, it’s stuff that could happen to you! And I can’t stop it! I can’t!” Heat gathered in his eyes and he sucked in a shuddering breath.

Mikey nodded and leaned back a little, clasping his hands together, as Chompy reached up to lick his fingers. Mikey kept smiling. “Y’know, a while back, I was helping Leo in the dojo because he was super duper tense and Sensei was worried he was pushing himself too hard. I picked up on that, and I went to see him and he was totally tense and zoned out. I put a little too much empathic energy into him, I had a seizure, Leo freaked out. Like, I think he thought I was dying. But I always come back. You know that. I’d never leave you guys.”

Raph looked down at Chompy for a few minutes. When he inhaled he tasted tears. “But…remember that time…you were so depressed…you let that katana wound get infected and you didn’t care, Mikey. I was holding you, you were crying. And then you got even worse, you were in a coma for over a week! And…and remember when you took that hit to the chest for Donnie, you were out for two whole weeks, you needed machines to breathe for you, you were in so much pain, Mikey, we really thought you might die, and when you woke up you were so numb…you…you…”

And Raph was crying, and he didn’t care.

And Mikey was hugging him tightly, and he sobbed into his little brother’s neck, deflated and defeated, grasping and grabbing Mikey’s carapace, holding on for dear life as though his baby might fade any second.

“I’m here,” Mikey whispered. “Raph, Raph, I’m here. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. I have you. You won’t let me fall. You won’t let me drown. Remember? Remember the squirrelanoids? You got me. You caught me. I didn’t drown because you caught me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Raphael gasped, “Lucky shot. Got lucky. I could’ve missed. I dream about it. I didn’t grab your hand fast enough. I didn’t hit the squirrelanoid that grabbed you. You got pulled down. Into the water. You were screaming for us. They bit you. They…they ki-”

“Sshhhhh. Raph, it’s all right. That’s not what happened. We’re home, you an’ me, and we’re safe. I promise.”

“Mikey, fuck, I love you. I can’t breathe.”

“Breathe, bro. C’mon. Breathe for me, Raph, I got ya, no one’s gonna hurt ya, I won’t let ‘em.”

Raphael gasped for air and found it somehow, tinged with sunshine.

“I love you, Raph.”

That same soothing energy washed over him, crashed through him, and it wiped away the fear, the anxiety, the rage. His body stopped shaking.

He pulled away and huddled against his headboard, frowning, breathing breathing breathing. Chompy was now pressed against his side.

Mikey was staring at him with a rakish, lopsided grin. His hands were folded, index fingers raised and pointing at his chin. “Feel better?”

Raph nodded. “Calm.”

“Good. Calm is my speciality.”

“Mikey, your speciality is being an annoying little goof.”

“But it brings calm and sanity to the group, doesn’t it.”

Raph found himself grinning. “If by sanity you mean utter confusion.”

“Hey, I never said I resonated with this reality.”

“Mikey, you’re a separate reality on your own.” And Raphael found himself reaching out to give his baby brother a noogie, which was graciously accepted.

“I know it’s, like, three in the morning,” Mikey said, “but I can sense you can’t fall asleep without help. Feel like a lesson in how to soothe your emotional rages?”

Raph grinned. “Why the hell not. You’ve been good at that all our lives, just by givin’ me an outlet.”

Mikey booped him on the nose. “’kay. First step is learning how to breathe.”

Raph began to roll his eyes, until he felt Mikey’s entire hand slam against his face.

“Dude. In for as long as you can go. Picture gold light as you inhale. Out for as long as you can go. Picture silver light as you exhale.”

Raph pushed the hand away. “Whatever you say.”

But it worked.

As the breathing exercises continued, Mikey cupped Raph’s face in both hands and pressed their foreheads together. “Remember. You control your flow. Even when it gets away from you. It’s yours. I am going to tell you exactly what I told Donnie and Leo. The first rule of being is this: Let yourself go. Let it surround you. Don't push it away, don't fight it. Just exist in the moment. Let everything come into you and breathe. Just breathe. Got that?”

Wordlessly, Raph nodded.

“Your anger is always in you, right at the surface,” Mikey said. “It’s part if you, like logic is for Donnie. You have a kickass temper, you have a short fuse, it’s who you are. But it’s like a controlled burn, if you let it be. It’s power.”

“Like yours?”

“Yeah, a little. It’s energy. You gotta direct it or it just slips out and does what it wants. It can hurt. It can hurt other people. But it can help. Let’s make sure it helps, my bro.”

Biting his lip, Raphael felt and saw the crimson glow of his anger surrounding him, waiting for orders. It was like a creature, a beast. Something with teeth. Surrounded by his own psychic darkness, kept hidden yet right at the surface. He reached out mentally to touch it and felt it press against him, curl around him purring. His creature. His emotional rage, his emotional excitement. Everything he felt to the core, even the happy emotions; he could sense its odd ability to break off into smaller beasts to represent all his feelings. It was beautiful, it was his, it was terrifying, it was beautiful, it belonged to him.

A ring of orange suddenly surrounded it, and brushed against it; some of that light wrapped around the red like a harness. Mikey, he realized. The creature purred louder and seemed to relax into that orange, like old friends.

“Let your flow exist,” Mikey’s voice drifted through his ears and his mind. “But let it stay close to you. It wants you to work with it.”

Raphael leaned back and opened himself wide. As if sensing the acceptance, the red glow, massive and thick, moved through him, thrumming, growling softly. He realized that he had never felt such peace with himself.

“There ya go, awww” Mikey said, out loud or telepathically he didn’t know. It didn’t matter. “S’gonna be super hard to maintain when you’re fighting in battle, but at least it’s a good start.”

Raph opened his eyes. Mikey’s hands had begun to move away from his face. Without thinking, Raph reached up and grabbed them, squeezing. Mikey’s eyes widened a little. The blue, thinned due to dilation, was glittering, like a gemstone, slightly glassy, and his face was a little pale.

“Thank you, baby brother,” Raph whispered, a lump in his throat.

Mikey swallowed and nodded. His left eye twitched a little.

“You okay? Raph asked. “You need anything?”

Smiling wanly, Mikey inhaled. “I’m cool.”

“You sure? You look like you’ve got a hell of a headache.” Raph ran his hand down the side of Mikey’s face. Concern and fear gripped him, but somehow that force of calm held them back from rising too quickly.

“Just…a side effect from these powers, y’know? I’m still learning.” Mikey smiled again, but Raph could swear he looked dizzy.

“Here, lay down.” Raph shifted until he was against the wall. “It’s three in the mornin’ after all.”

Mikey instinctively shifted and shuffled until he lay on his side. Raph guided his head to his own plastron. “I’m glad you’re here, Mikey.” And he yawned.

“Me too, Raph.” And then Mikey was silent, and his body slumped and he began to softly snore. Raph simply let his hand rest on his brother’s head.

Chompy burrowed a little further into his opposite side, and Raph scratched his chin. “’Night, Chompy,” he whispered. “Hopefully, no more nightmares.”

When he closed his eyes, a bright mix of red and orange danced across his mind, and he found himself smiling.

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[hiro-gari]

Imagine if the wild bobcat is Garou and the housecat is Badd like in the video 🐱💕🐱

One afternoon they just chilling out on the couch together and suddenly Garou gets in the cuddling mood. Badd immediately sensed Garou’s intention and gladly letting him do it. Cue he comes onto Badd omce he gets his approval, being kissy-kissy to him before hugging Badd, enveloping the other with his huge body.

Badd accepted the big hug from Garou like no big deal despite he was practically being burried under the heavy weight of Garou’s larger figure lol. Badd even purring in happiness while Garou slowly but affectionately snuggling his head on him, kissing Badd’s head or cheeks repeatedly, and caressing his silky messy hair with so much tenderness (just like how affectionate the bobcat grooming the housecat’s fur in the video). Then they spend the rest of afternoon nap time by cuddling together..

Of course Badd enjoyed all of Garou’s affection gesture thoroughly, he was in pure bliss. Somehow Badd feels very grateful to have a loving boyfriend who is secretly a softie. Garou maybe looked like a tough chaotic guy, but surely he is a sweetheart! And Badd truly appreciate this side of him 😌💖

Btw I just adoring these cats who are showing genuine affections despite their size (also species) differences and still can get along under the same home.

Not to mention knowing that a bobcat is not supposed to be living domestically in the house (probably the bobcat was rescued by humans under some circumstance?) and the housecat could be their easy prey, the bobcat wont be attacking the housecat as they are both already bonded. Looking on how the housecat seems so calm and chill towards the bobcat, no threat detected.

Those reminds me a lot of Batarou relationship, especially with the idea of ex Hero Hunter Garou comes to live in Badd’s house, and together they are doing all the daily domesticity as loving boyfriends. My goodness they’re such cuties, both the cats in video and Batarou 😣💕

Hehe I hope this smol cuddly Batarou headcanon can entertain you! Hope you have a great day, ilysm~ 😉😚💕💞💖💝🌻💐

-Little1993lamb-

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Dude the sound I just made 😭💕 omggg he just *flomp* right on top of him my heart 🥺 This is totally how it would go down too, with Garou like ok, this is what we’re doing now, and all personal space is forgotten about ahdhsjskks i’m crying

Feral boy isn’t your typical houseguest, but he sure is full of love 🥺💗

ILY THANK YOU FOR THIS💕😚🥰

#i love bobcats so much too AHHH #with their big ass feet and all #so cute <3 #tysm this made my day :') #hope you are doing well!~ #batarou #garou #metal bat #headcanon #opm #submission #emoji anon