#actually silly goofy tails for giving him the heart

[bedoballoons]

Just wrote a Sumeru boys request and when I saw there was another one I got so excited!! AHH I LOVE CUDDLY READER!! Thank you for this request and I hope you enjoy <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️

{༻~Cuddles, snuggles and warm bundles~༺}

CW: GN! Reader, fluffy cuddles with the Sumeru boys!!

(Includes: Tighnari, Kaveh, Alhaitham, Wanderer, and Cyno!)

𑁍༄Tighnari:

You pulled the blanket around you tighter, the chill of the morning making you want to stay in bed and cuddle with Tighnari all day, feeling his fluffy tail wrapped around you and his arms sleepy holding you against him. Maybe he felt the same way you did, or maybe you both were so comfortable that any other plans no longer mattered, but neither of you ended up moving even after a couple hours.

Even after he fully woke up and just watched you with this dreamy gaze, even after you talked for hours about everything going on in your life that you hadn't gotten to tell him about, even after the two of you started getting hungry. It was just...so unlike either of you to stay in bed and just, enjoy eachothers company. Forget about work and the things that make the days hurry by.

"Hey Tighnari, can we snuggle like this more often? Just take a break and catch up until we physically have to get out of bed..."

"I love that idea. I think, this may be one of my new favourite things to do"

𑁍༄Kaveh:

You watched Kaveh as he sketched out a entire new layout for the design he'd been stuck on for hours now. This one really seemed to be getting to him and even with all the help you could give, he just wasn't having a good time, he seemed stretched thin...creativity all but gone. "Kaveh, why don't you take a break hmm? We can cuddle for a little and give your mind a rest?"

He sighed in defeat and nodded, smiling as you curled under his arm, using his side as a pillow, "I'm not sure why this idea is so difficult for me to get a grasp on...it's just supposed to be a comfy look, but none of what I had in mind originally really fits what I'm going for." He kissed the top of your head as you listened to his troubles, you wished you could do more for him but you didn't really know how to design anything..,"Well, hmm. When do you feel the comfiest Kaveh?"

"When I'm with you. Oh, my gosh that's it!" He quickly grabbed his sketch pad, his pencil drawing cushions and hidden heart shaped motifs into the design...unaware he'd left you with a goofy smile and a dark blush. Maybe you were more help than you thought.

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

You placed a kiss on Alhaithams neck, feeling sleepy after cuddling with him for so long. Usually he'd have work or other things to attend to, but today, today was his day with you and that meant sitting there reading as you snuggled up to him. The room nice and warm, his arms tightly holding you in place and the gentle sound of the page flipping ever so often...maybe others would find it strange to be so quiet, awkward even, but to you two it was like a comforting silence. A time to unwind and not hear the constant chatter of others or things moving, nothing but the two of you enjoying eachothers presence.

His chin gently rested on your head and you smiled, finally letting your heavy eyelids close and nod off to sleep. You wouldn't even wake up when he carried you to bed, but the next morning would feel like a breeze, like all your stressed had just...melted away.

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer grunted as you climbed into his lap, your head resting on his chest and his arms holding you tight so you wouldn't fall. To think you'd ask for such a silly thing...to cuddle in a tree, was it something you'd seen in a romance book or dreamed of? He didn't know...he didn't even know why he'd actually agreed to it...until you were resting in his embrace, the soft flutter of leaves all around you and the branches hiding you from the rest of the world.

"It's nice isn't it Wanderer..."

"Tsk...I guess so." He hid his face in your hair, thinking about you and your wild imagination, he silently thanked you for showing him this type of love. He never thought he'd enjoy it as much as he truly did.

𑁍༄Cyno:

You smiled as Cyno kissed your cheek from behind, his hands intertwined with yours and your back resting against his chest. You wouldn't say it out loud yet, but cuddling with him were your favourite moments. Whenever he pulled you close, wether it be after he's just won a tcg game against one of his friends or after he's had a long day and just needs to hold you for comfort, you loved it.

"You okay Cyno?"

"Yes, just a had a long day and wished to be close to you..."

"Ah, well I'm here. How about I tell you a couple jokes I heard today, they made me think of you." You tilted your head back slightly so you could see his reaction and the smallest bit of a smile had already started to form. "Tell me."

"Why did the invisible man turn down the job offer?"

"Hmm why?"

"He couldn't see himself doing it." You blushed as he laughed happily, finding the joke far funnier than it actually was.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin x you #alhaitham fluff #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham headcanons #kaveh x you #kaveh x reader #kaveh headcanons #kaveh fluff #wanderer fluff #wanderer headcanons #wanderer x you #wanderer x reader #tighnari x you #tighnari x reader #tighnari headcanons #tighnari fluff #cyno x you #cyno x reader #cyno fluff #cyno headcanons

[ooihcnoiwlerh]

So I've been working on a Feyd-Rautha/Reader fanfic, and am working out various headcanons I have for him in terms of his sexual preferences and past, as well as what I've written but might be a little too silly to include in future chapters and kind of want to get it out there to get an opinion on things.

Link here: And I Don't Want Your Heart - Chapter 1 - ooihcnoiwlerh - Dune (2021) [Archive of Our Own]

Some of my NSFW headcanons down below

-Okay, so it's firmly established that he's a sadomasochist. It's also mentioned in the books that he'd been abused by his uncle when he was younger. I don't think the two necessarily have to correlate but I think on some level he finds physical pain cathartic, and the moments in which he's masochistic to him feel like he's reclaiming something for himself. He chooses the pain rather than having it inflicted on him.

-I get the impression that he's generally more dominant but in the right headspace with the right person can enjoy being more submissive. It has to be explicitly on his terms, though. Like with pain, he has to make it clear that this is something he's giving of his own free will and that is not to be taken lightly.

-I don't think he would or could ever tolerate being subjected to humiliation, degradation, or feeling emasculated. Subjecting a partner to that, sure, but I feel like that would actually be a severe trigger for him so someone calling him pathetic or questioning his manhood in the bedroom may very well get killed on the spot for it. He's buried a lot of his trauma from his uncle's abuse but those things awaken it.

-I don't think there's a specific kink community with a vocabulary or guidelines on Geidi Prime. I don't think he knows what a trigger or a safeword is. As established already in my fic, he doesn't fully understand the concept of aftercare and is pretty bad at providing it (so far.)

-Being an arena fighter on Geidi Prime basically makes him a rock star, and as such he does get his equivalent of groupies. He's never been in an actual romantic relationship, but people fascinated with his brutality in the arena have gotten curious about what he's like in the bedroom and while it doesn't happen all the time, he has sufficiently satisfied their curiosity.

-I'm not sure if this will end up making it into the fic, but I picture him as being predominantly but not exclusively attracted to women, and as someone who's had a couple of consensual encounters with men as an adult, partly out of genuine curiosity/interest and partly to reclaim some level of power.

-Spoilers for future chapters--I'm writing it that he doesn't have sex with his Darlings. They're a little too animalistic even for him. He doesn't mind if people assume he does, though, because of the danger and fear associated with it.

-He enjoys period sex. Nothing deeper about it, the man just likes blood. Will also enthusiastically go down on his partner during the heaviest days.

-So...here's where I'm worried it's going to get a little goofy. While he has a lot of kinks that would be considered adjacent to BDSM, as I said I don't picture there being a specific community. I wrote a scene that hasn't been posted yet of Feyd-Rautha using a flogger on the Reader character and her initially being terrified thinking it's a cat-of-nine-tails and calming down somewhat when she realizes it's not that severe. I'm worried it will seem ridiculous, but I could also picture him having something certain tools custom-made for him. It was one of the first scenes I wrote for this fic but am worried it will come across as tacky/not fitting for the environment. Granted, I'm not writing a particularly substantial fanfic. It's completely removed from the main plot and is mostly a combination of character study and smut so I think anyone who's enjoying it probably knows that it's not that deep. *

*Although to be clear, I'd love to hear from people on that they think.

#dune part two #dune 2 #feyd rautha #feyd rautha smut #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd-rautha #feyd x reader

[dragonjesterwrites]

Hey I saw the marriage request about sun and moon and I thought it was adorable 💕

I hope it's not too much to ask the marriage request but it's montgomerygator and glamrock Bonnie?? 🥺

I hope you enjoy the rest of your day 💕💕

Thank you nonnie, I hope you're having a great day too!! And yeah I gotchu 😎

Marriage HCs with Montgomery Gator and Glamrock Bonnie

~~~~~

🐊

Monty's a himbo (💚)- unlike Roxy, his confidence isn't a front to cover for his insecurities, he just... goes into situations headfirst, no planning, no thoughts, head empty.

So he knows he's gonna propose, he has one of the P&S weld a ring (engraved steel with a gems from a bracelet he found in lost and found), he picks a good day, but as it gets closer, he actually finds himself getting nervous for the first time in a long while. What if you don't like the ring? Could he do more to make the proposal better? What if you say no?

The day of the proposal comes, and it's so sweet and thoughtful- and a lot. He spends the day pampering you, bringing you little gifts and sweets, nuzzling, hugging, and gently headbutting you every chance he gets. Poor boy is anxious af.

Stuttering slightly, he asks you to go to Gator Golf with him later, after hours ofc, and you ask him if everything's okay- he's usually either relaxed, not a worry in the world, or getting into silly arguments with the others, you never really see him this soft- when he gets down on one knee and the ring box floats down the river to the two of you. (You don't see but Chica is doing the Hiccup thumbs up meme at him before disappearing)

You say yes, and he's overjoyed, immediately picking you up and twirling you around, laughing boisterously.

He always boasts about you, lots of sweet stuff about being the world's best power couple, but he says it now with twice as much delight in his voice.

The wedding is held in Gator Golf- there's actually a wedding package you can buy (ofc), so the Glamrocks borrowed one of the officiant STAFF bots- with the other animatronics and any trusted human friends/family present. The officiant bot doesn't get more than halfway through the "You may now kiss the bride/groom/nearlywed" before Monty's picking you up and kissing you all over, his tail thumping in joy.

🐰

Bonnie's got a laid-back, chill exterior, but like any bunny he's a big ol' bundle of nerves. He has obvious nervous giveaways- foot tapping, ear flicking, leg jogging. If his nose could twitch, it would. The others have to give subtle cues to him from across the room to let him know when he's doing it, so he doesn't give away that he's planning something five minutes into meeting up with you.

There used to be bowling championships held at the Plex, but most of the trophies and rings have been stashed away. It's not hard to find a nice ring, though of course he has it personalized (Chica helps him bedazzle it)

He's always a big softie, especially around you, but he's basically heart eyes the whole day. He has a little ukulele he found in Lost and Found and he sings you songs all day.

I feel like he's a goofy dude (I dunno, something about his face on the Bonnie Bowl sign I think lmao), so ofc when he finally pops the question, he starts it off with some pun or joke ("you bowled your way right into my heart" , "your beauty struck me harder than any bowling ball" etc)

You say yes and all of a sudden you're wrapped up in a big bunny hug (he drops the ring by accident)

Bonnie waits until the officiant bot is done talking, but isn't really listening, too focused on gazing at you, and messes up his lines a bit or has to be prompted again. It's very cute and Monty teases him about it later

#monty x reader #montgomery gator x reader #bonnie x reader #glamrock bonnie x reader #fnaf x reader #headcanon requests #fnaf security breach

[melkors-big-tits]

Bedtime story

A short daddy Melkor & baby Glaurung drabble I wrote for the B2ME @spring-into-arda mission

“—and that concludes the wonderful tale of Tilda the terrible.“

The dark lord gives a satisfied sigh, closing the book before regarding the plump golden dragonling, who’d made a comfy nest for himself from his favorite blankie, in his arms.

*so cute* He coos in his mind before shifting in his seat, preparing to stand up and urging his son to do the same. “Now, it’s time for you to skedaddle of to bed, Glaurung”

But the dragonling refuses to move, he makes himself even more comfortable in the warm lap before chirping up at his creator; “More!”

Melkor suppresses the chuckle from hearing that demanding tone, he really shouldn’t indulge Glaurung lest he turn into a spoiled brat --but the expectantly swishing tail is almost enough to sway the valas resolve but no! He needs to put his boot down and be a responsible paren-- “Please, dada?”

The dark lord of Arda is single-handedly defeated by a pair of huge imploring dragon eyes. His heart swells, or it would if he Had a heart -being a bunch of musical notes tied together with some anti-material string and Erus ear wax means that he’s very much lacking in the internal organs department- nevertheless, Melkor reclines back into the plush chair and flips the book around -he’s not actually reading it, just making things up as he goes along- and gets ready to tell another tall tale to his precious spoiled baby.

“Once upon a time there lived a tiny elf named Fingilgarondriel--” “Dada why does the elves names sound like they’re talking with a hot potato in their mouth?” Melkor chuckles at his sons question and kisses the top of his scaly golden head before answering “Not just their names but their whole language, it’s because they have those silly leaf eating teeth, they can’t Hiss or GROWL like proper people.” Melkor hisses through his sharp black teeth and the growl he lets out is so deep that Glaurung can feel it resonate within him. The little dragonling lets out a happy giggle when his creators words tickle him. Listening to Glaurungs happy chirping laugh once again fills Melkor with the lovely gooey feelings that he wishes would never fade~💗

But he’s the Dark Lord and so he valiantly fights off the goofy grin, which is aggressively tugging up the corners of his mouth, before his carefully crafted scary image is completely ruined.

“Let’s get back to the story, shall we?” At Glaurungs enthusiastic nod Melkor clears his throat and continues to ‘read’ the ‘storybook’ to his sweet little son who after just a short while ends up falling into a comfortable sleep right there in his lap and Melkor sees no reason to rush Glaurung to his own bed, instead he sits there, in their favorite chair just holding his precious baby, whispering sweet endearments and promising to forever protect and love him no matter what.

#Melkor #morgoth #tolkien #tolkien fanfiction #silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #my fanfiction #b2mem #back to middle-earth month #drabble #the silmarillion #glaurung #Good dad Melkor #Happy baby Glaurung #baby Glaurung #dragon daddy Melkor

[nikrangdan]

lovestruck!enhypen x reader

pairing: lovestruck!enhypen x reader

genre: FLUFF fluff Fluff

description: how enhypen would be if they became lovestruck by the reader ☹️☹️ this is such an adorable request!!!! itll vary for each member ur relationships so you’ll either be strangers or already dating etc.

a/n: idk if all of them are lovestruck exactly bc i just got carried away with the fluff for some of them and idky maknae line revolves around sleeping BUT IDC sleepy!enhypen is the best 😁

———————

HEESEUNG

u worked at a pretty popular clothing store

and well well well heeseung had shown up dressed very much your style so u were like

Wow who is this guy....

he was alone just looking around

and there were like 10 other people in the store but u wanted to talk to him so bad so u went up like

“hi, welcome! are u finding everything okay?”

he was looking through a rack of shirts and turned around when he heard u but WOW

when this man turned around he looked even better in person u couldnt believe it 😫

BUT IT SEEMS HE FELT THE SAME BC U SWEAR HE BECAME SO FLUSTERED WHEN HE TURNED AROUND

his eyes got so wide u almost laughed it was so cute ☹️

he stuttered and was like “oh um im okay”

Aw man

but u said “okay then! let me know if you need any help finding anything or if u wanna use a dressing room!” and u sent him ur nicest smile u could give

his eyes were still kinda wide open and u gave him one last look before turning around😢😢

BUT THEN HE SAID SOMETHING

“w-wait! actually.. um....uh.. do u.. do u guys have sweatpants..?”

u giggled to urself on the inside bc u knew he just made that up on the spot

“we do! here, follow me”

while u were showing him the clothes u guys had exchanged names and had some small talk

and that was the start of something very Beautiful

and since then he has been coming almost everyday to visit u at work 🤗🤗

JAY

jay swore he found new things about u to love every single day

and today wasnt an exception!!!!

u knew jay had been really tired and just worn out from work recently so u had decided to make him his favorite meal for dinner

a nice little surprise for when he got home ❤️

and also the anime he was watching ready on the tv for u two to watch together :(

u had literally been preparing all day and u even decided to go out and buy dessert too

AWESOMEST PERSON EVER U ARE!

it was 8pm already and jay should be getting home now

u set the table all neatly and put on one of his sweaters

AND WOULD U LOOK AT THAT HE GOT HOME AS SOON AS U WERE DONE

Fate 🔥🔥

romantic stuff like this wasnt really ur forte so this was out of the normal for u

but u wanted to do something for jay because he did stuff like this for u alot

the table isnt in view when u walk into the apartment so he wasnt able to see his dinner yet

“hi” you smile brightly and go up to hug him and give him a little kiss

he had his bad slung over one of his shoulders and he was taking his shoes off in the doorway after he closed it

“hey.. it smells pretty good in here” he gave you a tired smile while one of his arms was wrapped around your waist

“really? it smells normal to me” you giggled before walking to the kitchen area together

he stopped and looked at u with LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES when he saw the table

jay: ❤️_❤️

“y/n..”

“surprise!!! you know im not good with words but i wanted to show you that i can cook” you laugh “and that i love you very much and im so proud of you”

jay doesnt say anything but instead drops his bag on the couch and gives u the Biggest Hug Ever

ur face is practically smushed in his chest and his hand is resting lovingly on ur hair :(((

he loves u so much im so sad

JAKE

“layla!!! layla where are you?” jake was yelling quite loudly in the massive park he was in the middle of

yeah jake lost layla.. uh oh

quite a coincidence you found the cutest dog you’d ever laid eyes on

and she seemed to love u very much

the dog had made u topple over and now she was excitedly playing with you while you were sat on the ground laughing to your hearts content

after a minute of playing you had got up because you knew she was somebodys lost dog and her owner was probably looking all over the park for her

“okay.. lets go find your owner before they have a heart attack” you giggle

just as you said that though, you heard a boys voice yell “LAYLA!!!!”

the dog next to you looked in his direction, tail wagging and tongue out, but she didnt move an inch from her spot next to you

it made me you laugh out loud

as you were watching the boy run up to you, you noticed how cute he actually was

Omg..... ur heart started beating a little faster

“hi..” the boy hunched over with his hands on his knees breathing very heavily “you have my dog”

“uh yeah” you laugh “sorry about that, she ran over to me a couple minutes ago and i was just about to go find her owner”

“its okay, thank you..” he trailed off to find out your name and finally looked up to meet your eyes

“y/n” you told him

“y/n” he repeated with a small grin on his face “im jake”

“hi jake” you lightheartedly give him your hand to shake and he chuckles before taking the offer

“and it was nice meeting you layla” you crouch down to meet her level and she licks your face making you fall on your butt

you laugh and jakes quick to help you up

“layla! thats not very nice” he jokingly scolds her and pets her head

after u got up u bid goodbye to the two before jake invited u to continue walking around the park AND HE EVEN BOUGHT U AN ICE CREAM

Is This A Date, Jake? 😫😫❤️❤️❤️❤️😳😛😛

SUNGHOON

“you should be more careful” you scold the boy sitting with you standing between his legs

sunghoon had apparently gotten elbowed in the face by his friend and scratched by his friends cat on accident????

“it wasn’t my fault! he turned around and i just happened to be in the way. and i didnt even do anything to the cat!” he whined

“i didnt say it was your fault. i said to be more careful.” you tried to sound stern

u knew ur logic was making no sense but u just thought it was so fun to mess with him

he let out a sigh and gave up, slouching over again

you were stood between his legs, wiping the blood away and applying ointment

“im just kidding, you’re so cute” one of your free hands comes up to rub his hair

a small grin pops up on his face and his arms come to rest on your waist

he looks up at you while you focus on tending to his wounds

and u guessed it WITH LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES

❤️_❤️

“you know y/n” he begins

you hum in response, letting him know you’re listening

“im gonna marry you one day”

you freeze in your place

it took you a minute to collect yourself because you felt like your heart almost leaped out of your chest

“who says?” you joke

he leans up to give you a quick kiss on the lips before sitting back down

“me.”

SUNOO

you noticed sunoo had been really tired lately and u just wanted to make him feel better :((

the boys were going out and invited you two obviously but you could tell sunoo was iffy about going

“uhh..” you trail off and look over at sunoo who was laying on the couch

“you know what guys? i think me and sunoo are gonna stay home today.. you guys have fun though!” you bid goodbye to the other boys and they all understood and left

you dont even know if sunoo knew they had left already because when you walked over to him his tired eyes were glued on the tv

“hey” you leaned against the couch and looked down at him

“y/n? are we going soon?” his eyes move to the top of his head to look up at you

you start laughing and he literally goes 🤨???

“silly, they already left! so what do you wanna do?” you plop down next to him and he was in the process of sitting up

“what? when did they leave...” his mouth drops open

“like 2 minutes ago” you giggle, leaning back to rest your head

sunoo had sat still, pondering for a moment

“why did they leave us?” he turned to look at you

your eyes met his “well i figured you didnt wanna go... you didnt, right?”

he slowly shakes his head “how did you know?”

you give him a sneaky smile and jokingly push his arm “because i know you so well”

he laughs at this and leans his head on your shoulder

“wow y/n.. im impressed” he grins, snuggling into your arm

your other arm crosses over to pat him on the head, leaning your head to rest on top of his

“but thank you y/n..” his eyes slowly close to rest “im thankful for all the little things you notice about me”

u literally go 🥺

your hand goes down to squeeze his and he falls asleep peacefully on ur shoulder ☹️☹️☹️❤️

JUNGWON

“y/n..what is that” jungwons eyes can barely open as he tries to comprehend whats going on while hes waking up

you haphazardly tap around the bedside table trying to turn off the new alarm you set last night

and that new alarm was jungwon singing 🤗

“its you, dummy” your eyes were still closed but you turned to face jungwon and snuggled closer to him

“wha- where did you even get that???” he was almost fully awake now, staring down at your half asleep figure

you yawned before answering in your i-just-woke-up-and-i-should-probably-drink-some-water voice “remember when you sang me to sleep last week? yeah i was secretly recording you. no biggie” you pat his chest twice and leave your hand there, content with life at the moment Lol

“y/nnnn” he whines “change ittt i dont like it”

“you’re kidding.” you deadpan, shocked he would say such a thing!!! “jungwon you sound like an angel threw up on a field of flowers full of puppies and kittens! okay thats kinda weird maybe not that”

jungwon giggles a little and sits up so he can sit against the headboard while your head rests on his lap

“you like my singing that much?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he asks you

you finally pop one eye open to look up at him, a goofy grin in your face

“i love your singing”

his hands run through your hair and you let out a sigh at the feeling

jungwon doesnt say anything

all he does is admire you

you can feel his eyes on you so you open your eyes again (both this time🙏🏼) and meet his eyes

“i can feel you staring straight into the depths of my soul, jungwon”

he laughs at this, bring his other hand up to pinch your cheek

“i’ll sing for you whenever you want me to y/n”

NI-KI

“shut up sunghoon, hes sleeping” you whisper-scolded the boy

ni-ki was currently asleep on you

literally SPRAWLED all over your body and you were basically mummified

by nishimura riki

his legs were tangled in yours, his head shoved into your neck, and his arms were bent around you in ways you didnt know were humanly possible

“you literally have an alien taking a nap on you y/n” sunghoon deadpans before walking out the room

“when you’re asleep sunghoon i will send you into a spacecraft for the rest of your life so you can go see aliens for yourself”

“wowww im so scared y/n” the boy remarks and shuts the door

you half laugh and half scoff before turning your attention back to the ipad screen sitting on the bed infront of you

well

kind of infront of you because ni-ki’s acrobatic position was basically blocking the view

you were having a decent time watching the show playing, definitely not the most comfortable person on the planet at the moment

until you felt the body on top of you.. rumble?

you knew that feeling

ni-ki was laughing

HOW and WHY the hell was he laughing ?!!?!!?!

“what the hell?” you look down at him and his face is shoved near your shoulder but you caught a glimpse of his big smile

his laughter gets louder and you still dont have answers yet

“why are you laughing???? i thought you were sleeping?????” you try to push him off you but he was persistent in laughing in your shoulder (??)

after a couple minutes of you just letting this happen

ni-ki finally speaks!

“you’re so funny y/n” he finally pulls away from you and wipes his tears

“what are you even talking about... and how long were you awake, you sneaky kid” you poke his chest

he leans down again to hug your waist and start cuddling you again

“10 minutes”

“so you’re telling me i could’ve freed myself from that god awful demon EMBRACE you had me in 10 minutes ago???!!”

ni-ki starts laughing again and looks up at you

“thank you for threatening to send sunghoon to aliens for me y/n” he grins

you laugh, finally understanding what the boy had been going on about

“sunghoon deserved it”

#enhypenwriters #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen fic #enhypen headcanons #jungwon imagines #heeseung imagines #sunghoon imagines #ni ki imagines #sunoo imagines #enhypen timestamps #enhypen imagine

[tots-insane-ee]

I'm LIVING for these fluffy Animaniacs and reader headcanons. Just wondering, would you be able to write them comforting the reader when they're upset?

I'm glad you like them!! I still need to figure them out tho but I'm getting there. I had a lot of fun making this, please enjoy  ᵔᴥᵔ

The Warners comforting the reader would include:

Reminder: This is completely platonic and just pure fluff. Reader is gender-neutral and not species specific

Wakko:

He would be a little bit oblivious about it at first but when he finally catches on he will not leave your side till you feel better

Will absolutely act more puppy-like. Just 100% more affectionate, more playful but also more protective

He’s just so worried about you ;-;

He will be a ball of positiveness and will come up  with a bunch of plans to make you feel better

Since he’s not as good with words as Yakko or Dot, he tries his best to cheer you up with his own special ways

His plan is just purely about cheering you up, so anything can happen, really

Expect a lot of cuddles and hugs and reassuring hand holding

Would try to make you laugh by making silly faces, play music for you, do a lot of slapstick humor

Hell, he would might even write a song just for you-

Would give you little gifts he thinks you might like, let it be food, small trinkets or random things you might have only mentioned once. He’ll get it for you

Surprise tickle attacks!!

Asks Yakko what to and what not to do, he just doesn’t want to make it worse

If somehow none of his schemes succeeded at making you smile, he would just try to console you in a more serious manner as a last attempt 

“I’m not really good with this stuff, but if you want to talk about it, I will gladly listen!” he would say with a gentle smile on his face at the end of a day full of “cheering up Y/n” shenanigans. You two would sit on the couch, resting his head on your shoulder, listening silently and brushing your back reassuringly as you speak

If you cry, he will cry with you, holding you close

“I’m so sorry you have to go through this...” he would sniffle, trying to steady his voice and nuzzling you tenderly “But it’s gonna be okay… I’m sure of it, You can do it”

If you don’t want to talk about it, he understands that too. He will be more than happy just hanging out with you if it helps

You two eventually fall asleep, him nuzzling you and hoping that he managed to make you feel a little bit better at least.

When he noticed you look happier, he would be just so giddy and relieved, he will wag his tail and have a goofy smile on his face for the rest of the day

Dot:

Oh, she notices something’s up right away

She noticed by the way how your eyes and your body language is different than usual

Wants to know what or who made you upset and then destroy them

Her plan is to make you feel comfortable and to get you to tell her what had upset you

She will take this the most seriously and try to boost your confidence

She kind of tries to help you in a way Dr. Scratchansniff would, even asked him for advice

Also expect a lot of cuddles and hugs from her, these kids are just really affectionate and protective of the few people they hold dear other than each other

Speaking of protectiveness, if somebody even dares to look at you weird, she will glare holes into them

She would take you to different places, like a mall, an ice cream shop, a park or just wandering around in the downtown of Burbank

Will pamper you so much, if you want anything, she will get it for you at all cost

But if you don’t want to go anywhere, no worries! She is full of ideas

Slumber party time!! ....basically

She would have you settled down, and style your hair while helping you opening up (This in an actual method called “Barbershop Therapy”, heard it from Scratchy) 

But she would understand if you don’t want to discuss it, even tho she thinks it would be the best for you if you would just get it off of your chest

“It’s okay, hun!” she would say, while playing with your hair and rubbing your shoulder gently. “Just take your time. When you feel ready, I will be all ears” 

Once you eventually told everything, she will give you the best pep talk and give you reassurance

“Don’t worry, Y/n. It’s going to be alright! And hey!” she would smile gleefully and give you a meaningful wink “If you need anything, we will be always there to help”

If you cry, she will try so hard not to but fails, engulfing you with a big hug

Once you feel better, she would let out a sigh of relief and feel her heart swell. She is just so glad she could help you

Yakko:

He immediately notices that something isn’t right, but just isn’t sure what might that be

Something about the way you smile or laugh isn’t the same, he can obviously tell

Once he realizes that you are upset, his big brother instinct kicks in

Will not out-right show it, but he’s really worried about you, especially when you don’t really want talk about it

But he also understands how difficult it must be talking about your troubles *cough* personal experience *cough* so he won’t force you to confront your problems like this

Instead he focuses on distracting you and complimenting you, making you forget about whatever made you feel distressed

Expect a lot of jokes and puns, comforting touches and a lot of compliment showers

He’s really good with words after all, he will be creative

His main priority is making you smile at all cost

Won’t leave your side and would be so protective of you

Will take you along to the movie lot to cause some shenanigans or take you out for a day full of fun activities, you name it all

But will gladly just hang out at home if that’s what you wish

Chilling while watching some movies, playing games together, cooking for you or just cuddling

As much as he doesn’t like silence, if that’s what you need right now, he will be happy to give you this comfort 

“Hey, just relax” he would mutter softly, a fond smirk tugging at his lips “Things gonna be okay, and you are gonna be okay. I promise…”

But if you feel ready to open up, he will hold your hand and listen attentively

If you cry, he will pull you close and hold you, rubbing your back soothingly and whisper encouraging words. He will try not to cry, feels like he needs to be strong for your sake and giving you all the comfort there is

“I know it must though, but believe me when I say it’s gonna be fine” he would say, as he pulls away a little so he could wipe away your tears “We always gonna be here for you, never forget that…” he would add, nuzzling your nose

He would feel really glad and thrilled after you calmed down and started smiling again

He really missed the sound of your laughter

Together:

Together:

Okay now, these kids gonna be really sweet to you individually, BUT when they are together the affection, the compliments and the cheering up gonna be off the charts

They just can’t bare to see you upset

They will be next to you for a long time, but will also give you space if that’s what you want, however they will still check on you frequently

You literally have 3 hyperactive guard dogs under you hands

Making you smile will become a semi-competition between them 

“This will work, just watch” “No no no, Y/n loves puns more, just leave this to me” “Whoever makes them laugh first can decide what we gonna have for lunch for a week” “Deal!!”

Cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile-

They will take you to out to theme parks, to the cinema, even to the beach or just to have a stroll around the movie lot 

Slumber party at the water tower which means movie and gaming night!!

When you try to thank them, they will tackle you into a hug and just smile

“What are you talking about, Y/n?” asked Wakko, chuckling “There’s nothing to thank, you dummy” Dot added, booping your nose “We know you would do the same for us, that’s what friends are for.” Yakko said, ruffling your hair “And also…”

“We love youuuuuuu” they declared in unison

#animaniacs #animaniacs 2020 #yakko warner #dot warner #wakko warner #animaniacs and reader #animaniacs headcanons #headcanons #ask #don't mind me #i'm just projecting #like for real i wish i could have a hug from them #;-; #i just love them so much

[seasonsofeverlark]

you & I (just meant to be)

Author: @rosegardeninwinter​

Prompt: This silly, silly ditty was inspired by two (count ‘em! two!) lovely prompts which are as follows “Peeta can’t stop staring at Katniss in her costume :0” and “Everlark meeting at a fancy dress party dressed as a ‘matching’ pair, although they don’t each other - maybe a famous couple but who don’t need the other … Joker and Harley Quinn, Batman and Robin or my favorite: Anna and Elsa from Frozen … Peeta would make a wonderful Anna” - I thought these two went well together, and took a couple of creative liberties to make them jive. Hope you lovelies like! [submitted by @deardiaryithinkiamaghost​ and @wendywobbles​]

Rating: T, for implied Everlark shenanigans 

Author’s Note: Thank you to my dear @archersandsunsets​ for her second pair of eyes on this one and to all the lovely moderators and coordinators of @seasonsofeverlark​, the true MVPs. It’s been a busy month, so I apologize for any incoherence. Sometimes, the heart just wants goofy modern AU fluff. Alrighty, Chatty Cathy is done … enjoy! 

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“Katniss, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Prim exclaims, though it sounds pretty pathetic with her congested, pinked nose. “You make the perfect ice queen!” 

“I don’t think that’s usually a compliment,” Katniss says dourly, plopping down on the couch where her sister is situated with several fuzzy blankets, a box of tissues, and a large bowl of ice cream. She can’t taste it very well, but it’s the spirit of the thing that counts. Prim is in denial. 

“I wish I could go,” she whines, holding the “o” in a long, dramatic note. 

“I wish I could stay,” Katniss shoots back, holding the “ay” just as long. 

“No you don’t,” Prim shoos. “You love our friends.” 

“I do,” Katniss sighs, plucking at the silver sequined sleeves of her—well, Prim’s—Elsa costume. It’s too long on Katniss, with her sister’s good half inch on her, but it’s all they’ve got. Her original plan was to pull the classic black top and pants plus cat ears, but when it became apparent Prim wasn’t budging from the couch this Halloween, the real snowy blonde princess of the family had insisted Katniss take her outfit. 

“You can’t show up to Finnick’s in a slapdash, last second costume, Katniss,” she’d said. “The man lives for Halloween. Don’t insult his extravagance with plastic headbands and tails.” 

“I do love our friends, but … I don’t want to go out tonight. I’m tired.”

“Just half an hour,” Prim says. “Snag me some candy, make some pleasantries” — “okay, Jane Bennet” —  “and then come home. At least one of us needs to show up. Just pretend to have a social life for thirty minutes, okay? For me.” 

Katniss rolls her eyes as she gets up from the couch in a twinkling of blue overlay and snowflake hair pins in her braid. She does a quick once over of her shadowy makeup in the hallway mirror as she grabs her car keys. “What do you want?” 

“Chocolate. Anything with chocolate and peanut butter. I’ll save it for when I can experience taste again,” Prim calls back. “Oh, and if Delly’s cousin is there, all of the cupcakes he brought.”

“Mmkay. All the chocolate and cupcakes, coming right up,” Katniss says with a resigned smile. On her way out, she clicks on her phone. It’s just now eight. She resolves to be firmly ensconced in bed by nine at the latest. She gives her sister a wave, keys jangling. “I’ll be back. Soon.” 

At ten thirty, Prim looks up from her Harry Potter induced doze to find she’s received a text from her sister. 

Staying a little later. Fifteen minutes maybe. Have the treats.  

Prim checks the time stamp. The text was sent forty five minutes ago. This might be cause for alarm were it not for the text underneath Katniss’s, from Finnick. It’s a photo, taken in front of a makeshift photo op with purple and silver and orange streamers in the background and cutesy little bat and pumpkin and vampire fang cardboard props for people to hold up. It’s captioned “You can’t marry a man you just met!” 

Prim brings her hand to her mouth to catch a laugh before it turns into a cough. Her sister, Elsa costume sparkling in the flash, is pretending to shake her finger disapprovingly at her “Anna” counterpart. The laugh breaks free this time. Prim grabs for her tepid tea to soothe her throat as she cracks up over the really incredible image of Peeta Mellark, Delly Cartwright’s stocky older cousin, in a red braided wig, and strikingly accurate green rosemaled gown, sitting quite comfortably, if amusingly, over his athletic build. He’s pretending to gripe back at Katniss about why exactly he can marry Hans of the Southern Isles. Their mock scowls barely contain smiles. 

Prim quickly fires a text back to Finnick: How??? Did that happen??? 

Finnick’s text comes through a second later: The Lord works in mysterious ways! Idk!

Okay but like?? Yes??

I know!!!!

Some people are worth melting for???? 

Her cold never bothered him anyway? *finger guns*

Omg. 

Katniss arrives back at the house at five to midnight, and Prim pretends to be asleep, watching with one eye cracked half open as her sister unstraps her silver heels and dumps them by the front door, drops her keys into the bowl. Sets down a full bag of what Prim can only guess are cupcakes and sweets. 

She’s humming under her breath. It sounds like the chorus of “Love is an Open Door.” Prim wonders if it’s possible that her folk and indie music loving sister actually listened to a Disney album on the way home. Katniss unbraids her hair and shakes it loose, dropping the pins on the side table as she sinks into the squashy chair kitty-corner to Prim’s couch. She curls up, knees to chest, making her look like some sort of ice mermaid as she takes out her phone and taps something on it, still humming. Prim watches her chew her cheek pensively, as if deciding to send the text. She takes a deep breath and taps one final time on the screen, then drums her phone nervously against her lips for a moment. Prim’s nerves are firing with anticipation. 

They wait a silent minute. Two. Three. Three and a half — 

Katniss’s screen lights up again and she flips the phone up to stare at the reply. Her whole face softens. Eyes, brow, edges of her mouth. Katniss bites her lip and closes her eyes, letting her head fall back onto the chair cushion with a contented sigh. “‘You know what’s crazy?’” she sing-songs in a mumble under her breath. “‘We finish each other’s sandwiches … I’ve never met someone who thinks so much like …” She yawns. “Me.” 

“You know,” Prim says, and Katniss shrieks, sending her phone flying to the carpet, “Peeta Mellark strikes me more as a Kristoff than a Hans.” 

“Prim!” Katniss yelps, going red. “Wha — what? What do you mean?” 

“So we’re done with stupid plastic cat ears for Halloween then I take it?”

[the very next Halloween] 

“Whoa. Okay.” Peeta sits up from the pile of cushions at the head of their bed, eyes wide and staring in approval, pupils gone dark. “Katniss Everdeen in cat ears is not something I knew I needed until this moment.” 

“Oh sure,” Katniss laughs. “Because it’s definitely the cat ears that are doing it for you. Not these.” She hoists one stockinged leg up onto the bed like a mountain climber posing for a magazine. 

“Well, those are certainly part of the appeal,” he teases, reaching for her leg, running his hands up and down the silk tights. “As is this lovely number.” He toys with the hem of her dress, a strapless black velvet thing that falls just above her knee. “Where’s this from?”

“Jo,” Katniss sighs. “She says if I’m going to be a cat, I need to be a Gretchen Wieners level cat.” 

“For whose benefit, I wonder?” Peeta muses, cheek nuzzling gently at her lower thigh. 

“You wonder?” Katniss laughs, taking her leg away and flopping onto the bed. She glances over at him, eyes sly and somehow soft at once. “I don’t.” 

“I can’t help thinking,” he muses. “that this is something of a counterproductive plan on Jo’s part. Because now, I have a sudden and distinct interest in staying in tonight.” 

“Oh?” Katniss raises a come hither eyebrow and pushes up on her elbows to accept the kiss he plants on her lips as he crawls over her, urging her back to the headboard. “Is it the cat ears?” She reaches up to give the (already molting) plastic and faux fur ears a flick. 

“The Kat ears,” he says. He nips softly at her real ear and she shivers. “The Kat nose.” He kisses that too. His nose nudges her head back, inclining her neck at the perfect angle for him to plant a stretch of kisses down it. “The Kat neck.” His mouth wanders down the front of her dress and he scoots down the bed with it. “The Kat’s cradle.”

“You have that,” she says, hiking her legs up to hug around his middle because her arms can’t reach to hold him. “You’ll always have that.” 

“A piece of that Kit Kat bar.” He kisses her stomach. “The whole Kit and Caboodle,” he teases and she laughs loudly, but on a dime his tone is changing, from silly and playful into husky and dangerous, as he moves lower. “Kitten,” he murmurs and her fingers curl in the bedsheets at the name. “Grab my phone,” he tells her, hooking his fingers around the band of her tights, “Tell Finnick we’re going to be late.” 

An hour or so later finds the cat ears lost somewhere among the remains of their costumes and a hasty snack of pepperoni rolls cooking in the convection oven. Peeta, festooned in boxers and an old apron, presides over the food like it needs a baker’s supervision. Katniss perches on the counter, wrapped chest to toes in the white sheet she pulled from their bed, feet batting absently at the cabinets. 

“This is a good look too,” he tells her, gesturing with the salad tongs he’s using to handle the pepperoni rolls. 

“What is? This sheet?” 

“I was thinking more along the lines of sexy ghost.” 

“Or sexy Roman senator,” she laughs, tossing one edge of the sheet over a bare shoulder. “Sexy Julius Caesar.”

“You’d make a good Julius Caesar,” he says. 

“Why?”

“You’ve got that “came, saw, conquered” vibe. Least that’s how I felt that night at Finnick’s party.”

“Conquered?” 

“I was gonna say seen, but — yes. Conquered too. I couldn’t stop looking at you.” He snaps his fingers. “Sexy ice queen? Definitely.” 

“I’m not exactly sure what kind of Freudian analysis one could make on falling in love with the guy dressed as your fictional sister but — ”

Peeta shrugs as the timer beeps, and he sets to fishing the pepperoni rolls onto a plate for them to share. “I choose to think of it as a metaphor for how the two people you love most in the world are your real, actual sister …” He sets the rolls beside her on the counter and sets his hands gently on her sides. She lets the sheet fall and pool slightly around her waist to cup his face as he leans in to kiss her forehead, very gently, thumbs rubbing circles on her hips. “And some loser who has the luck of … oh, I guess having the same first initial and hair color as she does,” he jokes. 

“And the same beautiful heart,” Katniss corrects in a whisper. “I mean that.” She’s rarely so sentimental to anyone except him. She smirks. “And I haven’t even started drinking yet.” 

“Well, my pretty kitty,” he starts, wrapping both his arms around her middle and hoisting her off the counter. She rolls her eyes, even as her hands card through his hair. “The night is still young.” 

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #autumn #autumn 2020 #rosegardeninwinter #submission #octoberlark 2020 #octoberlark

[gyllenhaalstories]

READER X LEO GYLLENHAAL HEADCANONS.

notes: hear me out... this was necessary. extra: listen to you’ve got a friend in me from the toy story soundtrack and cry all your childhood feels away. @gyll-yee-haw and i are the founders of the leo fanclub and you’re all a part of it because we all know the greatest gyllenhaal is actually leo!

Maybe you did not have a pet growing up, maybe you did. You still felt intimidated meeting with Jake’s dog. It was a big deal. It felt official. It was like meeting your partner’s children, it can be a deal breaker. If he’s as sensitive and goofy as his dad, you knew deep down you did not have much to be scared of.

Jake invited you to his place for dinner and when he opened the door for you to come in, you were greeted by happy barks. Jake took the time to tell you what to do so nobody would be nervous and to also keep an eye on Leo to make sure he stayed calm.

Two seconds later, you were down on your knees giving Leo belly rubs while talking in a high pitched voice only dolphins could understand.

It was hard to tell who was happier about this encounter: Jake who kept laughing and smiling or Leo who wagged his tail all dinner long.

Leo laid down by your feet, at the dining table. He would peak his head from under the table cloth to ask for a piece of food that you would give, despite Jake telling you he fed him earlier. Leo followed you everywhere, waiting on the other side of the bathroom door or whimpering when you had to leave.

It was love at first sight. Jake picked up on his dog’s reaction, the way the two of you just clicked and became inseparable. He was jealous, because his own dog preferred you to him, but he could understand why. You were so perfect, Leo was just a smart boy with good taste (like his dad).

And you spoiled him so much, even from the beginning. You bought Leo so many treats and toys that he had a hard time finding space to sleep in his bed with all the objects around him. His favourite was a stuffed unicorn that squeaked. He always brought it to you when you came over, as if to remind you he really appreciated his gift. 

Except for jackets during winter, Jake hated to buy clothes for Leo. He found them ridiculous. When you came back to his place with tons of bandanas, boots and other ridiculous accessories from the pet store, the Gyllenhaals were perplexed. Leo gave quite a fashion show. Jake could barely recall his favorite moment, because he stared at you the entire time. You were so good with Leo, it was instinctive. You two were meant to be.

Leo would have a different bandana for each day. And he rocked them during his walks around the block! Sometimes you would match the leash or the colour of the ball. Anything just to increase his natural cuteness.

Jake was never worried about letting you babysit Leo while he was out of town for a movie or an event. He knew you would fill him in with tons of photos. He would most likely come back to the two of you all cuddled on the bed, fallen asleep after watching The Lady and The Tramp. 

Leo is very well trained, he’s quick minded and smart. He’s also a service dog and he is the best therapist in the whole world. You can spend hours telling him about your sorrow and your anxieties, he will sit right next to you put his paw in your hand. He will let you dry your tears in the fluffy fur of his neck. He would learn to recognize the signs of your anxieties and panic. He would either try and lay on you to ground you, distract you by acting goofy or go find Jake to warn him something is going wrong. 

Puppuccinos were mandatory! Your local café or Starbucks would be waiting for you around the same hour every day with some whipped cream for Leo and your favorite drink. If Leo did not get his sweet treat, he would just sit on the ground and refuse to move until you said the magical words. 

You’d film tons of cute videos of Leo. And you started an Instagram page just for him. You did not do it for fame or attention, you just needed a place to upload all of the photos you had of your favourite animal. Each picture you snapped was cuter than the previous one. Jake would leave funny comments and fans would melt at how adorable you guys were. 

You would teach him some silly tricks and show them to Jake, congratulating the dog with some “mommy and daddy are proud of you”. The three of you were absolute family goals! 

Puppy eyes. You were both the masters of puppy eyes. Whenever you wanted to go out, to take Leo on a walk to a different park or if you wanted to do something special, you would team up against Jake and convince him to do practically anything. 

At some point, you took photos for the holidays and sent the cards to your relatives. The Gyllenhaals would all wear some ugly sweaters, all smiling and hugging. 

If you wanted kids, Leo would be the first to know. Maybe because dogs have a super power or because he sat with you on the bathroom floor as you waited for the pregnancy test results. Forget your typical gender reveal parties and popping balloons or cutting cake of a certain colour. You would host a party during which a relative, most probably Maggie, would hide with the dog and give him a collar and a bandana either blue or pink and let him run to you to share the surprise. 

He would make the best big brother ever! Very sensitive, gentle and protective. He would help the baby sleep and stay safe. 

If you did not want kids, you would definitely adopt a second dog. Either a rescue or the same breed as Leo, because you loved their temper and their intelligence with all of your heart. Your dogs would be your babies and there is absolutely nothing wrong with this. 

At the end of the day, as much as you loved Jake, you knew deep down your true soulmate was Leo. 

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal fluff #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal x you

[sassyratyuki]

Just One Picture

Pairing: Kyoru | Rating: G | Words: ~1600

AO3 | FF.net

Summary: In which Tohru buys a cat onesie for their son and Kyo can't find it in himself to hate it. Post-manga spoilers

I saw an ask a while ago from @kyosohmastan talking about a headcanon that Tohru buys cat onesies for Kyo and Hajime. I loved the idea, so I wrote it lol

~

Kyo sits on the floor of the living room, back pressed against the side of the sofa, as he waits for his wife to get home from her shopping trip.

His eyes flicker from the television, which he's not really paying attention to, to his son playing on the floor in front of him, several toys strewn about. Hajime sits with his chubby toddler legs outstretched as he tries to force a triangle-shaped block into a square hole.

Usually he would let his son figure it out on his own, but after about the tenth attempt, Kyo decides to step in.

He carefully grabs Hajime's tiny wrist, guiding the block to the right place. He puts it so the hand holding the block is hovering over the triangular shaped hole, perfectly aligned.

"It's right here, Hajime, see?" he tells him, and let's go of his hand.

Kyo sees Hajime's little forehead scrunch in confusion as his son looks back to the square hole. Kyo sees Hajime's hand waiver a bit, wanting to go back and keep trying to cram the triangle block in the wrong place until he somehow succeeds.

Kyo can't help but laugh at his son's stubbornness; it's like looking in a mirror after all. Eventually Hajime slowly puts the block in the right place.

Kyo lets out a triumphant whoop and claps. Hajime begins clapping his little hands together as he copies his father, before Kyo picks him up and tosses him in the air a bit. Both father and son are smiling contagious grins when Kyo comes to rest Hajime on his hip. Kyo kisses the top of his head before praising how smart he is in a goofy voice. He squishes Hajime's pudgy cheek for good measure.

Sometimes Kyo wonders how his son has made him so willing to do such silly things, things he never thought he would ever do before, but he quickly found out after Hajime was born that he would do anything to make his baby laugh.

The squeal of delight that comes from Hajime lodges it's way into Kyo's heart, and it strikes Kyo again how much he loves this tiny human. This tiny human he and Tohru made, and he realized a long time ago he would do anything for.

Sometimes the love he feels is a little overwhelming, especially because Kyo never knew he would ever be able love anything as much as he loves his family. Never having a loving family himself, he'd been a tad scared he wouldn't know how to be a good parent. But that fear was put to rest as soon as he held Hajime for the first time at the hospital. He knew he would never be able to do anything other than love and protect his baby for as long as he's able.

Any thoughts of his own parents' failures were buried deep in the back of his mind. They simply didn't matter anymore, because he knows the love he has for his family is unconditional and that would never change.

And Kyo can't wait to see how their family's love will continue to grow.

Kyo sighs with a content smile on his face. He ruffles his son's orange hair before setting him back down with his toys.

Just as Hajime moves to pick up another block, the sound of the door unlocking catches both of their attention.

The door opens and Tohru makes her way through the threshold, one hand holding two bags and the other fiddling to lock the door as she shuts it behind her.

Hajime shouts "Mama!" and tries his best to stand up to greet her, only to fall back down to his hands and knees, settling on crawling to where she stands by the entry way.

Kyo stands as well as his wife hangs her keys on a hook and kneels down to their son. He makes his way over to the two of them.

Tohru grins as she picks up Hajime. "Well hello my beautiful boy!" she tells him, placing kisses all over his face as he giggles.

Tohru settles him on her hip as she turns her head toward Kyo. "And hello my beautiful husband," she laughs softly as Kyo greets her with a light kiss on the lips.

"Hello to you too," Kyo says back, cheeks a bit pink. "Did you find everything you needed?"

Tohru smiles. "And more!"

"Well that's good," Kyo replies, and for a moment, just takes in the picture of his wife holding their son. Motherhood suits Tohru so well, and while Kyo knows both he and his wife have their flaws, he often wonders how they manage to make their family feel so close to perfect.

"Let me take those bags," Kyo offers, gesturing to the shopping bags still hanging from Tohru's arm.

"Thank you, Kyo," she says, "You can just put them on the table. I'll get to them in a minute."

Tohru then goes to sit down, her son in her lap as she leans her head against the back of the sofa.

Kyo places the bags on the table as he was asked, about to go join his family before something in one of the bags catches his eye.

He runs his hand over the soft orange material before holding it up to see what it is.

He squints. "Um, Tohru, what is this?"

Tohru looks up. "Oh!" she exclaims before getting up and making her way towards Kyo, Hajime still in her arms.

"That was part of the 'and more'!" she tells him, sitting Hajime on the table and taking the piece of clothing from Kyo.

She turns it around in her hands. "It's a little toddler cat onesie! I saw it and thought of you. It was just so cute, I had to get it for Hajime!"

Without missing a beat or paying attention to Kyo's bemused expression, Tohru lays their son down on the table and does her best to wrestle him into the onesie.

When she's finally done, she picks Hajime up and pulls the hood up onto his head. Little cat ears poke up from the hood, and Kyo can see a little tail coming from the back.

"Doesn't he look adorable! Just like Daddy." Tohru says, placing a kiss on Hajime's cheek.

Kyo wishes he could dislike it. After everything he went through being the zodiac cat, after all the bullying, ridicule, and exile from his own family, one would think he would have absolutely no love for anything with any association to cats.

And yet, despite all of the bad memories, all Kyo can think about when he looks at his son dressed as a cat, is how his wife saw the onesie and only thought of how cute it was. She wasn't thinking of the bad memories, only the good ones. She said it reminded her of him... and it wasn't a bad reminder in the way the other Sohma's may have seen it, but a happy one.

Kyo ignores the burning behind his eyes as he's reminded of Tohru's ability to find good in almost everything; one of the many reasons why he loves her.

And Kyo has to admit it, his son does look absolutely adorable in it.

Kyo laughs softly as he puts his arm around Tohru's shoulder and kisses her cheek. "I'd say that was a pretty good buy. He looks really cute."

"Really?" Tohru asks, "You think so?"

Kyo nods and Tohru immediately jerks her chin in the direction of the second bag.

"I'm so glad you say that, because I actually got one for you too."

Hold on. "Wait what?" Kyo looks into the other bag, finding another piece of orange clothing, but this time it's much bigger.

"Yeah!" Tohru says, "They had the same onesie in an adult size and I couldn't say no to the sign from fate that I just had to get both."

Kyo raises his eyebrows. "You want me to wear it?" he asks incredulously.

Tohru giggles. "Oh come on, Kyo. It'll be so cute," she cups his face with the hand not holding Hajime, "Just like your kitty cat form was so cute."

When Kyo starts to shake his head, words beginning to spill from his mouth, Tohru interrupts. "Even if it's just one picture with you holding Hajime. Just one picture for us to have for our family. No one ever has to know but us. Pleeeeaaaase?"

Kyo bites his lip at her pleading, though he knows she's really just messing with him. He can see it in her grin. But he also knows she really does want a picture of both him and their son dressed as cats.

He sighs internally, giving in. Where's the harm really?

"Yeah okay. Just one picture, though, Tohru. That's it."

She picks up the onesie from where Kyo had dropped it back in the bag. She smiles even brighter. "That's all we need!"

She kisses him on the cheek before handing the piece of clothing to him. "Go change so we can get this one picture," she mocks him kind-heartedly.

He kisses her back before taking the onesie. "Anything for you," he tells her, over-dramatically. "But I get the feeling you already knew that."

She giggles as he goes to change.

She sighs with a grin on her face as Kyo exits the room. She boops Hajime's nose with her finger before moving the same hand to her stomach.

"Daddy's so silly, isn't he?" Tohru says and she thinks of the other infant-size cat onesie she left in the car, a gift she can't wait to surprise Kyo with for Father's Day in a couple of weeks.

She smiles tenderly down at her belly, still flat enough no one could possibly know of the newest little Sohma growing there.

"I can't wait until we can all be silly together."

#fruits basket #fruits basket season 2 #furuba #kyo sohma #tohru honda #kyoru #kyoru fanfic #kyoru fanfiction

[mementofloreo-archived]

@sorrowmarked​: His first response startles her, she’s about to object when he apologizes for saying it. A frown still tugs at her lips. Not because of his reaction to her confession, but because his first impulse was to assume he wasn’t good enough for her. Her brows pinched together, “Hey, it’s okay,” she said, reaching over to comfort him, her fingers brushing his knuckles. “And that’s not true." Most days she didn’t feel she she was good enough for him, but love wasn’t about worth. Love was about loving. It was a verb. It was an action. It was a choice. She loved him. She chose to. Maybe if she was lucky he would choose to love her back. And she would do her best to respect him, and treat him with kindness, and trust him, and support him, and be his biggest cheerleader. But worth didn’t factor into it. It was all … just action, and choice. What she decided to do, for the person she loved. Now that she had said it, now that she had done it, she didn’t feel so nervous now. There was no worry hanging over her head. There was just this. The after, the what came next. He’d tell her he returned his feelings, or he he would tell her he didn’t. Suddenly all that worry felt so … silly. Of course, they’d still be friends after this. Of course. Because that’s how they worked. They’d always be best friends. But then he was smiling at her and his eyes were watery, and she knew. Knew where this was going. Should have just told him ages ago. I worry too much over nothing. He pulled her in close and her arms wrapped around him, her cheek against his chest. There’s never been anybody but you, she didn’t know if she felt guilty or elated. Both, she guessed. Her hands tightened on the back of his shirt, bunching in the fabric. "I wasn’t as quick on the uptake,” she said, voice soft, and warm, smile bleeding into her words. “I just needed the time to realize that I loved you,” she said. She paused, “That’s not right, I’ve always loved you,” she said, which he should know. “I just needed to realize I was in love with you." Closing her eyes she paused a moment, listening to the way his heart was pounding in his chest. "You’re my best friend Daisuke,” she whispered. “My life has always been better, my days have always been better, because I have you. I remember how lonely it was before I met you,” two little kids, prone to illness, unable to run and play like they wanted to. He’d become her best friend fast. Stayed her best friend. “You’re my best friend, and the guy I love, I think both can be true,” she whispered. Her arms tightened around him. “Both probably should be true, and I am proud that you’re my best friend. I’m proud you’re the guy I love. I sometimes … god I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Because if you could you’d know there was no one better than you. No one else with your heart, and your kindness, and your compassion, and your optimism. You amaze me every single day.”

[I put this under a cut because it's SO FUCKING LONG????? Have fun reading the extended lotr script I guess LMAO??? Daisuke is extremely smooth here tho tbh]

"...In your defense, I probably didn't make it an easy conclusion to reach," Daisuke says on the tail end of a chuckle rumbling through his chest. The sensation brings with it the odd realization that it's actually been quite some time since he really hugged her, and the last time he did his voice was still only just starting to change.

It'll probably still deepen a little more before he finishes growing, but what used to be a cracking, faltering high tenor is now balanced and smooth and almost baritone. Limbs that were wiry and angular are lean and strong and growing stronger by the day. And he was babyfaced even into his third year of middle school, but when he looks in the mirror now his face is stronger, sharper, almost a little rugged- especially since he's started needing to shave every few days.

In fact, until near the end of third grade, Hikari was taller than him.

They're on the edge of their second year of high school now. Then it'll be their third and final year, they'll graduate...he winces internally at the prospect of having to fill out career plan forms, but what really has his focus is just how long it's been and how much has changed.

They've known each other since before they could string together proper sentences. Since a time when Daisuke was even more timid and prone to crying than her.

He hasn't recalled in a very long time that the reason he first started working so hard to be more assertive and outgoing- to be stronger, tougher, braver- was all because he wanted to be someone who could protect and support her. Not because she needed him, but because she was a source of incredible fortitude for him. Someone who shone brighter than the white hot light of a summer sun.

He'd worked hard to be strong and brave all because Hikari had been his hero. On a bigger level than even Taichi ever was. Taichi was and still is a mentor, a role model, a brother to him. But he knows that if not for meeting Hikari, if not for her friendship, he never would have dared to break out of that timid, isolated little shell. Everything that makes him strong ultimately stems from her, even though he's never told her that.

A hazy, old memory comes to him, and he finds himself recounting it to her out loud without really thinking about it. "...You know, the first thing I ever learned to 'cook'- putting it loosely...it was instant ramen. The kind you cook in a pot, yknow? We were probably in first grade, I think?"

He's holding her more loose and relaxed now, chin nestled atop her head. "You'd been in bed with a fever for a couple of days, and I think at first I was just there to drop off some handouts from school that you needed to catch up on. Neither of us had very many other friends yet."

"Taichi was probably out with friends or something, and your mom was leaving on an errand just as I was arriving and let me in...and you were just waking up when I let myself into your room to check on you."

A quiet laugh bubbles out of him, "...I couldn't even get a word out before you mumbled about being hungry 'for the first time in forever'. 'Course, I knew just how hard a fever could hit your appetite and how much of a pain in the neck it was once it finally came back. I think I stood there all of two seconds before I dropped the handouts and my stuff and turned right around to let myself into the kitchen."

"I don't know how I managed to get everything together but I remember dragging a chair from the dining room so I could reach the cabinets and the stove, opening about a million drawers before I found any measuring cups for the water...I at least knew roughly how much heat I needed for boiling water- probably wouldn't have tried to mess with the stove otherwise, I think."

"...Anyway, I think I undercooked it just a little, but your mom commented all dry and deadpan that she was just thankful I didn't start a fire, once she got back. I ladled out bowls for both of us and I couldn't find a tray or anything so my goofy ass just scrambled to your room as fast as I could without spilling and set them on the kotatsu. While making a noise that probably sounded like a teakettle all heated up."

He snorts at that, "That particular strain of brainlessness has always been a hallmark of me, I guess. Still. You looked so relieved, seemed so glad that I'd thought to make something that would be light on the stomach. Most of all, though..."

He pulls away, dropping his hands to his lap. "I'd never seen you anywhere near that happy because of anything I'd done. It was the first time I'd ever felt like I'd actually done something worthwhile for you, at a time when you were still the only friend I had. I felt so powerful in that moment, more powerful than I ever have since."

Shyly, gingerly, he lifts a hand and brushes some hair out of her face. "I stared up at the clouds all the way home that day and I clung to that feeling for as long as I could, and I knew. I knew then that if it was for you I could become anything in the world, do the most impossible things, carry the heaviest weights. I didn't have the words then, of course. I was six and barely reading. But I felt it. And god, I understood that feeling more intimately than anything else the world had ever taught me."

He knows he's probably pink up to his hairline at this point, but isn't it about time he actually told her how significant she's been? In completely frank and honest terms, without the joking or the melodrama?

"You said that you wish I could see in me what you see in me." His fingers trace down her cheek, "But sometimes I think I do. All I have to do is look at you, and I see myself. Everything I've been, everything I want to be, everything that drives me forward and compels that compassion you're talking about, none of it could ever have sprouted or grown if I hadn't met you."

"I could never have stood and taken my first steps outside of myself if you hadn't been holding my hand." he continues, "And every step forward I've taken since then, I've taken it hoping beyond anything else that I could give you even an ounce of what you've given me."

His hands are shaking when he takes her face more firmly, and his eyes are a little misty again. "I didn't always know I was in love with you, Hikari. But since the moment we met you've been something even stronger than the sun for me. You're the gravity that keeps me grounded so I can run. And what is there to make us fall if not gravity, right?"

It's a horrible, corny line to end on and it has him smiling awkwardly. But even so he leans in, and he presses a firm kiss to the center of her forehead, holding it there for a long moment, only to rest his own against hers when he pulls away. "There's nobody I'd rather have as my core."

#「ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴩʟᴀɪɴ║ꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴩᴀɪɴ」 [Daisuke] #「ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅ║ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴩꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ」 [Daisuke🎔Hikari;sorrowmarked] #Daisuke highkey a way more poetic motherfucker than anybody gives him credit for smh

[miraculouslycool]

Your Strong Disguise - Part 2

Pairing - Ladynoir/Adrienette

Rating- PG

Ladybug was absolutely fed up.

Guilt Tripper's sashes seemed to have an infinite life. Everytime she managed to get her hands on one of them and tear them, they would grow again from the band around her waist.

"Give up, Ladybug. You'd do a better job as a circus act than what you are pulling now." She laughed, aiming at her with her eyes again.

Ladybug vaulted away from her range. Getting close to her was impossible.

She kept on running. This was not going to work, there had to be another way-

"Gah!" She yelped as she tripped over something and fell right into Chat Noir's arms.

"Falling for me again, m'lady?" He smirked, dipping her.

Despite everything that was going on, Ladybug's heart stopped. He called her m'lady. Something he hadn't done in months, and it felt wonderful to hear it again.

"Good, you're here, kitty." She extricated herself from his arms. She had to keep her fleeting blushes in check. Now was not the time.

"As always!" He winked, and somehow Ladybug felt like he was dishing out the flirting to a 1000 today.

"There's been an Akuma. It's Lila Rossi again. Don't let her hit you. Her power is to make you remember your worst regrets and failures." She warned as she ran back towards her.

"I have absolutely none! If anyone should watch out, it's you!" He said, as he overtook her.

Ladybug raised an eyebrow. As sweet and kind as Chat could be, it wasn't unusual for him to act obnoxious sometimes.

Why did it seem like he was taking it up to a 10 today?

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"It hurts!" Adrien sobbed. "I can't-"

Visions flooded his mind.

First it was Nino, glaring at him. Which was exceptionally shocking considering Nino was even more sweet tempered than him.

"Why would someone like me want to be best buds with someone like you? You're nothing but a stuck-up, male version of Chloe. I should never have talked to you the minute I knew you were friends with her."

Next came Kagami.

"I cannot believe I wasted my time with someone as pathetic as you. You are so weak, Adrien! And not in just fencing, you keep breaking my heart again and again because you can't get over her!"

Next came Plagg.

"I could always find a much better Chat Noir than you." He scoffed. "You've never wanted to become a hero to save lives, you just wanted the fun out of it! No wonder Master Fu didn't trust you."

Next to him he could see Fu standing there looking disappointed.

Then Plagg spoke again.

"ADRIEN, SNAP OUT OF IT!"

Wait, no, that wasn't Plagg. It was HIS Plagg speaking.

"I can't!" He was on his knees, holding his head like it was made out of lead. "All I do is disappoint people!"

"You are quite right there." A cold, grave voice startled him.

"F-father??" Adrien stammered, seeing him tower over his pathetic state.

"Let's see. You have the lowest grades you have received in all your life, you are getting worse at fencing, and you play piano like your fingers have been frozen into ice. And that is not even the least of it."

"Father, please, stop it!" Adrien screamed.

"I'm disappointed in you. I didn't raise you to be one. I wish you were never my son."

Then Gabriel disappeared.

Leaving behind the one person Adrien never thought he would see.

"M-mom???" Was his vision fading? Was he going to be okay at last??

"Mom! I missed you so much! Where did you go? Why did you leave me?"

But his mother didn't speak. She just looked at him sadly. And somehow that felt worse than his father's anger.

"I should never have come back." She whispered before fading away.

"Serves you right, Chat Noir."

"Ladybug?" He whispered pitifully.

"You don't get to call me that. You have never been the partner I deserved!" She was behind him.

"W-what?"

"You just couldn't take no for an answer, could you?" She stomped her feet. "I hate your flirting, I hate your stupid puns, your stupid jokes and I hate you! I hate always having to clean up your mess! You couldn't even make a decent Chat Noir, how could you possibly make a decent Aspik??!"

"No, don't say that!"

"25,913 times??? And you still couldn't find a way to save me?? No one else failed me. Only you did! You lied to me, both as Adrien and Chat Noir! You made me feel like I had to be your girlfriend! I don't want to be! I hate you!"

Adrien had closed his eyes the entire time. Looking at her was painful. Breathing was painful. Moving was painful.

Then out of nowhere, Ladybug spoke again, much softer than before. "I thought you said we were in this together."

"L-ladybug?"

"No, it's Marinette."

His eyes snapped open.

"How could you?" She was crying. "You told me you had my back, and you stabbed it."

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes you did!" She cried even louder. "You didn't help me expose her lies! You cared about her feelings more than mine! You did a photoshoot with her after I got expelled by her!"

"I only did it exchange to get you back in school!"

Marinette became eerily quiet again. "It doesn't matter. It's too late."

Then suddenly everything went black.

"Adrien, wake up!" It was Plagg again. "It's okay, I cataclysmed the necklace, you're alright!"

Adrien blearily opened his eyes. He was sprawled across the stairs.

"Plagg?" He mulled.

"Oh, Adrien!" Plagg wailed as he collided with his chest for a hug.

"I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner, I didn't trust myself enough to not cataclysm you along with the necklace!"

Sighing in relief, Adrien cuddled his kwami closer. "Plagg, don't apologise. You saved my life."

"Really? You're not angry with me?" Plagg asked so sadly it nearly made Adrien cry.

"No, I'm not." He said seriously, realising how similar he and Plagg were.

"But we can't stay here." Adrien got up, clinging to the railing.

"Can you walk?" Plagg asked.

"It doesn't matter even if I can't." Adrien panted. "Plagg, Claws Out!"

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What was wrong with Chat??

He got himself caught in Lila's sashes and every single time she had to save him.

He threw his baton at her, and she managed to catch it and land a hit on his forehead.

And worse, they had an audience in the form of their class. Alya was filming the entire thing desperately.

"Chat, I told you direct attacks aren't working!" Ladybug shouted. "I'll just use my Lucky Charm-"

"No need for any of your complicated, convoluted plans, m'lady!" He said aggressively.

Convoluted?

He never said those things about her plans before!

"I'll just Cataclysm her sash! That's where the Akuma must be! Cataclysm!"

"WHAT? NO, STOP!" Ladybug tried to grab for his tail.

Like she predicted, Guilt Tripper simply flew out of his way, Chat tripped and ended up cataclysming the door to the janitor's closet instead.

Ladybug facepalmed loudly.

She flung her yo yo right in between Guilt Tripper's eyes, stunning her momentarily.

"This isn't over!" She vowed, picking Chat off the floor and dragging him away to the nearest empty space, the locker rooms.

She pushed him inside and locked the door.

"Chat, what has gotten into you?!" She yelled. "Why didn't you trust me enough to use my Lucky Charm??"

"Come on, m'lady it wasn't a big deal!" He scoffed, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer than he ever had before.

She knew what Chat's casual touches were like, and this wasn't one of them.

She pushed his arm away. "Yes, it's a big deal, you reckless cat! You could have gotten yourself killed!"

That was when he turned to face her fully.

And for some reason, a chill ran up Ladybug's spine.

A very familiar one that had happened only in front of another person. Felix, Adrien's cousin.

That never happened before. And not in front of him! This was Chat Noir! Her silly, goofy cat!

"Well." He purred seductively. "You were there to save me, weren't you, m'lady?"

"Huh?" She stuttered. "Wait. You used your Cataclysm. Why isn't your miraculous beeping?"

Chat ignored her, pacing towards her as she took several steps back away from him.

"You're just denying the inevitable, m'lady. You and I are meant for each other. Don't you know? The cat and the ladybug are drawn towards each other. They're soulmates."

What the hell?

Ladybug's foot hit the metal of one of the lockers.

Before she could move, he lunged for her, trapping her in between his arms.

"You-you-"

The look in his eyes did not belong to Chat Noir.

Not once did he ever look at her like she was some delicious meal ready to be gobbled up.

"You love me, Ladybug." He purred. "Stop denying it and let me-AGH!"

Ladybug had kicked him between his legs. He stumbled off his balance and she shoved him away from her.

"I don't know what you are but you are NOT Chat Noir!" She growled furiously. "He's a flirt but he would never corner me like that!"

The fake looked up at her from where she had knocked him down.

Then he smirked evilly, giving away his true colours. He got up easily and Ladybug flinched away from him.

"I must say, I underestimated how much you trust my lesser version."

Ladybug punched him. Hard.

So hard he went flying towards the locker closest to the door she had stupidly locked.

"Shut. Up!" She yelled. "You'll never be half the person he is! Don't you dare talk about him that way!"

CRASH!

The door was kicked open and there stood the real Chat Noir in all his leather clad glory.

"You heard the lady." He said, shouldering his baton. "Don't talk about me in that way!"

"Chat?" She sighed, relieved.

"Like I'm actually going to listen!" The fake one scoffed. "Cataclysm!" He yelled, taking a running start towards him, palm outstretched.

Chat shrugged. "Oh well, atleast I tried."

He casually took a wide sidestep to the right. The fake Chat Noir missed him by several inches and to add fuel to the fire, tripped over his real counterpart's foot causing him and his Cataclysm to completely disappear behind the ravaged remains of the entrance.

"Hey there, Bugaboo." Chat grinned, leaning against the locker and crossing his arms. "Sorry I took so long."

Ladybug nearly came undone from the relief that flooded her veins.

She ran up to him and threw her arms around his middle.

"Woah-" Chat stumbled from her force.

"Where were you??" She cried into his chest. "I got- I got tricked by that monster- into thinking he was you and I stupidly fell for it-!"

"Hey, Bug." Chat soothed, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer. "It's okay. I'm here now."

"I'm s-so sorry I didn't recognise him sooner- if I had none of this would have happened-"

"Hey, I am the last person you should be apologizing to." Chat said into her hair. "Don't you remember the Ladybug sentimonster? I totally fell for it. You figured out who he was on your own."

Ladybug desperately wanted to tell him how she had almost gotten assaulted twice in three months, but something else Chat said caught her spark.

"Wait!" She said, pulling away from him abruptly and wiping her tears. "Sentimonster! That's what he is! That's why he is able to use his Cataclysm again and again without running out of time!"

"Wait, are you saying Mayura sent a sentimonster of me to distract you from defeating the villain?"

"Uh huh." She squared her shoulders. "And right now, we need to find a way to release his amok before going after Guilt Tripper, because he is far more dangerous."

"Lucky Charm!" She called out and a roll of red-and-black spotted duct tape fell into her hands.

"Duct tape?" Chat was confused. "How is that going to help us?"

"I don't know, but atleast I can differentiate you from him." She tore off a bit of tape and stuck it around both his wrists. "Don't take them off." She pleaded.

"You have my word." He said seriously.

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Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

#miraculous ladybug #adrien #Marinette #Adrienette #Ladybug #chat noir #Ladynoir #your strong disguise #my fics #lila salt

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

[checkmate] [2]

Summary: After ten years of fighting and surviving their way through the apocalypse in search of their son, Hugo and Isabel Sulieman finally find Ericson’s Boarding School for Troubled Youth and are ready to reunite with Louis.

Notes: I planned on having this posted yesterday, but then I ended up rewriting one of the segments which resulted in the rest of it being reworked so... yay for the writing process. Anyway, as I’ve said before, this is a part of the contest prize story for @bluebutterfly1​. I hope you all enjoy it!

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--- 10 Years Later --- 

Today is important. 

It’s crucial. 

Everything is riding on today. 

Today is the day Tennessee proves himself.

And no matter how many times he rubs his hands against the dirty denim of his jeans, his palms remain unbearingly humid despite the chill in the air. They tremble in such a violent way that he can hardly hold his bow. He curls them into fists to control the shaking, mouth murmuring encouraging words meant only for his ears. 

Today marks the first time Tenn will venture outside the walls of the school and hunt all by himself- well, Rosie will be with him since the number one rule is to never actually go alone, but Rosie’s a dog, not another person, so technically, it’s like he’s going alone. Sort of. 

He’s planned for this day for months, nearly a year. Archery and gun lessons, hunting techniques and trapping, and overall, survival- with AJ’s help, Tenn now feels confident that he can go on a hunting trip by himself without any trouble. 

He’s going to be smart and bring home dinner and make everyone proud. 

He will make AJ proud. 

Tenn swallows, though with how dry his mouth is, that only serves to make him more uncomfortable. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and counts to three, for forward then backward. 

One, two, three… three, two, one… one, two, three…

“You’re okay,” he says, stretching out his fingers as he counts. “You can do this.” 

He can do this. AJ believes he can do this, and so does Clementine, and Louis, and Ruby, and everyone else. 

Well, Aasim had his doubts, but Tenn’s learned to not take offense to everything Aasim says.

“You can do this.” 

Tenn grabs the arrows from his desk, secures a knife to his belt right next to the walkie talkie,  and slips on his backpack. All ready to go, Tenn finds himself hesitating in the middle of his dorm room. There are several things that could go wrong, plenty that he could screw up, and like a tidal wave they all crash against the shores of his mind. 

He knows he’s being dumb. It’s not like this is his first time hunting or scavenging. He’s gone with AJ and Aasim several times, and even a couple times with Louis, and nothing bad ever happened.

Unless he counts the time a trap malfunctioned and caught Aasim, but that wasn’t Tenn’s fault, and it was funny to see Aasim hanging upside down like that. No one got hurt, aside from Aasim’s pride. 

“You can do this.” 

Tenn leaves the comfort of his dorm room and ventures outside. The morning air is sweet, chilly, even. Frozen dew still sticks to the grass and covers the tables. When Tenn lets out a puff of air, it’s visible in a thick fog around him. Tenn swings his back around, unzipping and digging around for the hat Ruby gave him. 

It won’t be like this later. They’re in the weird part of spring where it’s too cold in the morning, but come noon, the sun will heat the earth and melt all the frost. 

Tenn looks forward to seeing the sun today. 

Omar’s moving about, gathering chunks of wood to split. He waves over at Tenn but makes no move for conversation, instead picking up his ax. Tenn doesn’t mind, so he waves back and allows Omar to go about his business. 

Louis is up on watch, leaning against the edge with a blanket wrapped around him. It’s odd seeing him up there. Usually, he talks his way out of the morning watch, opting for night shifts with Clementine. 

His hands begin to tremble again, so Tenn tells himself in a low voice, “You can do this.” He repeats it even as he approaches the gates. 

However, just as he’s about to push through, quick clapping from above breaks his concentration.

Louis grins down at him from his spot.

“Hey, Louis,” Tenn greets, voice wavering slightly. He clears his throat and tightens his grip on the strap of his bag. Louis waves to him before holding up his pointer finger. 

Tenn moves around to watch Louis climb down with a huff. He nearly trips over his blanket, seemingly forgetting that he had himself tangled in it while in his hurry to get down. He pulls an exasperated face at the offending blanket, one that makes Tenn smile, which in turn makes Louis smile. 

‘You leaving?’ Louis points to the gate. 

“I’m going hunting today,” Tenn nods, quickly adding, “by myself. Just me.” 

Louis hums, grinning. He reaches for Tenn’s trembling hand and pulls something from his coat pocket, placing it in his palm. 

It’s a granola bar. S’mores, the kind with the tiny marshmallows in it. Tenn’s favorite. 

There’s a sticky note attached reading, ‘In case you get hungry. Be careful and be SAFE.  You’re going to do great, buddy!’ with a goofy smiley face beside it, silly enough to make Tenn’s smile grow. A warmth surges through him, confident and buoyant. 

“Thanks, Louis.” 

Louis tugs the beanie upon Tenn’s head down more snugly over his reddening ears before giving him a thumbs up. The urge to step forward and hug him overwhelms Tenn, but he doesn’t act on it. Sometimes Louis gets weird about stuff like that, and Tenn doesn’t want to make him feel bad after he did something nice for him. 

“You’re out here early,” Tenn says. 

Louis rolls his eyes, giving a sign that takes Tenn a moment to remember it’s meaning. He has a sign for each of them, all unique, but sometimes Tenn gets them confused. His sign isn’t as good as AJ’s or Clem’s, he’s embarrassed to admit, but he can usually pick up on enough to figure out what Louis is saying. If not, Louis always carries a pen and a small notebook to scribble on. 

“Aasim?”

Louis nods, adding, ‘Ruby needs help.’

“That makes sense. Greenhouse?”

‘Yes.’

“Okay, well, I’m going to go now. To hunt, and maybe fish. I don’t know yet,” Tenn says, glancing back over to the gates. “Don’t get too cold, okay?” 

Louis grins, soft and fond. He twists around and whistles, and barely a couple seconds later, Rosie’s trotting over to them, her stubby, excited tail wagging and ears perked. She barks, sitting down beside Louis as he pats her head and scratches her ears. Louis turns back to Tenn, a brow raised.

Tenn smiles, clapping his hands two times, saying, “C’mon, Rosie. We’re going hunting.”

At that, Rosie jumps to her feet and hurries to the gates. Tenn remains where he is, eyeing his companion and the daunting gates with a hesitation he wishes he could knock right out of himself. The wrapper of the granola bar crinkles when he tightens his grip.

‘You’re going to do great, buddy!’ the note reads. 

He can do this. 

Louis pokes Tenn’s forehead with a grin. 

“I know,” Tenn says. 

‘Be safe.’

With bow in hand and a nervously beating heart, Tenn leaves Louis and Castle Violet with a final, reassuring smile and heads through the gates. He’s greeted by the same woods that are always there, though this time they have this delicate frost covering their usually harsh and green features. Everything’s still, silent. The loudest thing echoing through the trees are his footsteps and his heartbeat. 

“You can do this.”

Today is the day Tennessee proves himself.

---

These woods hold more than just walkers and animals.

Thomas discovered that last week when he spotted a couple of kids setting up traps. How they’ve managed to survive this long, he has no idea, but he does know that they gotta have a hideout. There’s no way they’re out here living in these woods. A walker would’ve nabbed ‘em by now. 

There’s gotta be more of ‘em, too. 

He still kicks himself for losing track of the two kids. If he’d been quicker with the walkers that came sneaking up on him, he could’ve followed those kids right to their hideout. 

But maybe not all hope is lost. 

Thomas watches the couple from afar as they mosey around the old, abandoned train station. They’re older, much older than the kids he saw. Usually, he’d ignore ‘em and go about his business, or take care of ‘em if he needed to, but then he overheard ‘em. 

They’re looking for a school, and now, things are making sense. 

This time, Thomas doesn’t let ‘em out of his sight. 

This time, Thomas follows ‘em through the woods and down to the river, by the wreckage of an old, decrepit boat. 

---

“Geoff says no.” 

“Geoff doesn’t get a vote.”

“He’s apart of the group. He gets a vote and he votes no.”

“The turtle doesn’t get a vote because he is, as I’ve stated numerous times before, a turtle.”

“A turtle with thoughts and feelings and the ability to see that this is stupid and a waste of precious time.”

Hugo glances at the turtle and his dark, narrowed eyes. 

Judgemental little shit.  

“Funny how he always seems to side with you.” 

“He knows I’m right,” Isabel smirks, offering Geoff a bite of her stale granola bar.

“When he learns how to hunt for us, or fight off the walkers, or do anything but take up valuable resources, then he can have a vote. Until then, Geoff gets to shut his trap.”

Geoff eagerly gnaws a piece off, a glare still fixated on Hugo as he chews. 

He’d be lying if he said he was happy to see the elderly turtle survive ten years into the apocalypse. Bringing Geoff along has brought them -actually, mostly Hugo- nothing but distress, having to keep the turtle fed, lugging him around in moments of extreme danger. It’s a damn miracle they haven’t left him somewhere, or that he hasn’t died, or that they haven’t eaten him. 

He suggested that once. Hugo’s cooking skills were admittedly lacking, but he’s confident that he could make a mean turtle stew and enjoy every minute of it. 

Isabel nearly took his eye out for that one, so Hugo scrapped the idea.

Even now, he has nightmares about waking up one morning to find Geoff devouring his leg or biting his nose off. Still, Isabel insists that they keep him along for moral support, of all things. 

That, and for Louis. For when they find him. 

Louis…

Ten years. 

It’s been ten years since they saw Louis, since they’ve spoken to him or knew if he was even alive. Once the first week of their escape from the bunker became a month, then six months, and eventually a year, hope for ever seeing their son again had plummeted. 

“Listen to me. I don’t want to ignore this anymore- I can’t keep talking like this! It’s driving me mad and I just- ...what if we make it to the school and it’s… bad?”

“Don’t say that.”

“I need you to face the very real possibility that if we find Ericson-

“When we find Ericson.”

“...Fine, when we find Ericson,  we might find Louis and-”

“Hugo-”

“-and he might not be-”

“I don’t want to hear it-”

“-alive. What if he’s not alive?”

“He is alive! He’s got to be alive! You said it yourself! Those people would keep those kids safe so Louis has to be safe!”

“Unless something happened. He might be one of them and we-”

“That’s enough!”

With the increasing amount of walkers, nasty people going rogue and killing more of the living than the dead, and limited food, water, and clothing resources, Hugo and Isabel Sulieman nearly gave up. 

That wasn’t in the stars for them, though. 

“I don’t want to think about it either, Isabel, but I can’t help it. I can’t keep going like this with this-this blind hope that he’s safe and sound and still waiting for us! What if he’s a walker? Or, what if the school’s abandoned? I need us to be on the same page! The odds of Louis still being alive? They’re slim. They’re so goddamn slim and if we keep going and eventually find the school? I need to know that we can still make it even if he’s not there. Or, if he is there and one of the dead.” 

Hugo and Isabel survived, wandering through empty towns, killing walkers and hunting for their own food, despite Isabel’s protests in the beginning. Never did they think they’d have to skin and cook their own food, and without any spices to flavor the dull meat. 

From New York, to Pennsylvania, to New Jersey, through Delaware and into Maryland, they’ve traveled. Sometimes with others, but rarely. Most groups meant trouble, they learned that one quick after they travelled with a group in the beginning. One of the men got bit and kept it hidden from the rest until it was too late. When more than half of them were dead, a couple turned on them, taking nearly all their supplies and running off in Hugo’s SUV, leaving Hugo and Isabel and two others to die. 

At least they’d been decent enough to toss Isabel’s bag of Louis’ clothes and photos, seeing no use for them. 

Dangers that others brought with them was something they needed to avoid as much as possible if they were going to make it to West Virginia, to Ericson’s Boarding School for Troubled Youth. After that first betrayal, they swore they’d never do it again. They had each other and that was more than enough. 

So much death and destruction witnessed and experienced. The worst humanity has to offer, a world of kill or be killed. Just like with shooting a gun, Hugo never thought of a lifetime where he’d have to take another's life under any circumstances, but he has. They both have, more than once. A cruel, dark world they’ve ventured through in search of that one speck of light, of happiness. 

Their son, Louis.

All the while, Geoff found himself a snug home within Isabel’s backpack, only ever emerging when they found a safe place to settle for the night and eat. Not a care in the world for the danger that lingers all around them. What a life that must be. 

It doesn’t matter now. They’re close, and Geoff can fuck go himself, Hugo thinks. 

“I have to know, Hugh.” 

“I know.”

“I have to know what happened… even if he’s not there or not… not himself.”

“I know. Me, too.” 

They’re so damn close. They have to be.  After ten years of searching and getting held up, they crossed the border into West Virginia, one more step closer to finding Ericson. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” Isabel leans down, tilting her head towards Geoff. “We should make him sleep outside tonight?”

“Belle,” Hugo warns.

“I know he’s a mean, old man, but that’s no reason to be so cruel, my friend. He’ll freeze to death.” 

“You and that damn turtle,” Hugo sighs. 

Lifting his binoculars, he can see the wreckage perfectly. Remains of a boat scatter across the shore, seemingly untouched. A few walkers roam around with little purpose, nothing they can’t handle. Hugo’s become well acquainted with the hatchet on his belt and the handgun in his bag, skills he never dreamed up picking up years ago but thankfully, he’s a quick study. 

“Looks abandoned.”

“Of course it’s abandoned. No one’s going to mess around with a shipwreck like that. Looks like someone blew it to hell.” 

“I mean, I don’t see any signs of anyone around. Some walkers, but that’s it. Part of it’s washed up on land. It’s worth looking through.”

“For what? Soggy supplies?” Isabel sighs. “It’ll be dark soon. I say we loop around and go back to the train station for the night.”

“It’s barely afternoon, and that place is picked apart.”

“Yeah, but there’s a mattress,” Isabel says. “And a crib for Geoff to sleep in.” 

That gets Hugo’s attention.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Isabel rolls her eyes. “Geoff’s sick of sleeping in the bag, and I’m sick of sleeping outside. And your leg-”

“My leg is fine.”

“It won’t be if you keep overworking it,” Isabel says. “All jokes aside, I’m not carrying your ass back.”

“So you say.”

Isabel sighs, glancing around. With his back still turned to her, Hugo can feel the anxiousness wafting off of her.

 “Look,” she says, “if we’re as close as you think we are, then we gotta find a map or something, get our bearings and go from there.”

“I agree,” Hugo says simply. “After we check out the boat, we’ll do just that.” 

“Ericson is our number one priority, not that boat.”

She’s right, but the main problem they’ve run into is actually finding Ericson. Going based on memory alone, Hugo believes they’re close, but can’t decipher just how close. There are no signs leading to the school, nowhere to lead them in the right direction. Finding the train station was a stroke of luck out there. It gave them a starting place, and surely, it had a map that could lead them to Ericson’s gate. 

However, who knows how long it will take to locate and travel there. 

“It could still be days before we actually find it. We still need food to live, so unless Geoff is on the menu for the next few nights, we’re searching the boat. It’ll only take a minute.” 

The warmth of her glare burns into his back, but Hugo’s grown used to conflict like this with her. Along with many of the things he never thought possible within this world, he and Isabel actually sticking together through it all still manages to surprise him. 

He loves that woman with every fiber of his being and he’d die protecting her, and he knows she feels the same way. Somewhere along the journey, they no longer stuck together with the only purpose of survival and pursuit of their son, but because that love somehow rekindled, despite everything. 

Different. Hardened, even. But, love all the same. 

“You’re sleeping outside tonight.”

“Come now, love,” Hugo smirks back at her. “Where’s your sense of adventure?” 

“It ran off with your prudence.”

“Scandalous.”

Despite herself, Isabel smiles. 

“We’ll be quick?”

“Quick as lightning.”

Popping the final bite of granola into her mouth, Isabel scoops Geoff up, saying, “C’mon, buddy, maybe we’ll find you a fishy friend down there or something.”

“We should let him roam for a bit. I’m sure he misses the water.”

“Nice try, but no,” Isabel says, slipping Geoff into her bag. He protests little, happy to fall into another slumber or do whatever it is that he does in there. 

Hugo doesn’t care what he does. The only thing he cares about right now is finding food and other supplies that may bring him one step closer to finding Ericson, and if he has to dig through the debris of an old, wrecked boat, then so be it. 

---

Clementine runs her thumb over the defeated, black pawn in her hand, finding a chip in its head. The fingers of her other hand tap along the table, anxious and rapid. Perhaps the soft noise will serve as a distraction. 

Louis isn’t bothered by the tapping in the slightest. No, rather he seems amused with that small smile of his as he glances over the board. Opposite of her, Louis sits relaxed, leaning forward with his chin in his palm and a light hum vibrating in his throat. 

It’s almost infuriating. 

Here she is waiting in great anticipation for him to checkmate her, silently hoping that by some miracle, this won’t be her third loss in a row. Clementine tries to follow his gaze to see where he’s planning to strike, but it becomes obvious rather quickly that he’s teasing her with that faux stumped expression. 

Louis looks to her and grins, quirking a suggestive brow as he picks up his queen. With a wink, he makes his move. 

It takes everything in Clementine’s power to not toss the board across the room when he gives her his signature ‘checkmate’ sign. 

“How?” she exclaims exasperated, slamming her hands down on the table, startling Rosie from her afternoon nap beside her. “That wasn’t a legal move!”

As she’s complaining, he’s already jotted down his reply, twisting his notepad around for her to see. 

Someone hasn’t learned anything from the last two games, have they? And yes, it was 100% legal. You’re just a sore loser, my darling. 

“I am not!”  

Louis shoots her a look. 

“I’m not!” Clementine insists.  “I- you are cheating!”

‘Me?’

“You!” 

Louis places his hand over his heart, pouting his bottom lip out as far as possible and knitting his brows, sniffling. He’s such a sad sight that the corners of her mouth twitch disobediently, defying her attempt at a scowl. 

“Careful, Lou. You could trip over that lip.” 

That makes him smile. 

With a sigh, Clementine leans back to look over her defeat, arms crossed and pride only slightly wounded. The walkie talkie beside her falls over with a soft clunk. 

She thought she’d be good at this game full of strategy and thinking ahead, but her mind can’t get a grasp of it no matter how many times Louis tries to explain how to play and win. 

Marlon never beat me either, he once wrote to her. One time I felt so bad for him that I threw the game so he could win, but it backfired. He figured out what I did and we had to play another 3 rounds before he gave up. Wanted to beat me fair and square. Never could.

He tried something similar with her once, but Clementine could see what he was doing, too, and called him out on it. He sighed, checkmated her within two turns, and as usual, she threw a weak tantrum. He then laughed at her, placing yet another check next to his name on their scoreboard: Louis - 7 , Clementine - 0

Louis plucks his winning piece from the board and grabs her hand, placing the Queen within her palm and closing her fingers around it. He kisses the back of her fist with a warm smile, something he does every time he beats her. She’s come to learn that it’s his way of saying, ‘I’m sorry you will never beat me at chess, but for what it’s worth, you are my queen.’ 

Such a thing shouldn’t make her skin flush as much as it does. 

“One day I will beat you.”

Louis nods, but it’s not as much convincing as it amused. He kisses her hand again before moving to clear off the board. Three games are enough for one day, and that she agrees with. As they clean up the table, Clementine catches him grinning to himself. She wants to ask what he’s thinking about but decides against it. 

She wasn’t sure they’d ever have moments like this after the raider’s attack, after what they did to Louis. For a while, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever get to see him smile like that ever again.

Clementine still has nightmares about it. A warped world full of Louis’ sobs and Lilly’s snickers, blood all over the floor and her hands. When she tries to pry the door to Louis’ cell open, her fingers slip. The blood never goes away. She does eventually get the cell open and Louis is there, curled up in a corner, violent trembles wrecking his body as blood and drool drips from his mouth. 

Then she wakes up and Louis is beside her in their bed, alive and healed. Well, physically healed, she supposes. Those internal wounds- the mental and emotional- would scab over, but every once in a while, that scab is torn or completely ripped off and the pain comes flooding back. Never fully healed. She knew all about those scabs.

For weeks after they escaped the delta with their friends- well, most of their friends- Louis secluded himself away to the darker parts of Ericson. He wouldn’t look anyone in the eye, he wouldn’t eat in front of anyone, and he wouldn’t let anyone touch him. Not Clementine, not AJ, no one. 

Clementine thought anything they had between them- the feelings, the quiet, tender moment they shared in the piano room, their first kiss- was gone, that Louis wouldn’t want her after what happened, that he wouldn’t ever forgive her. She blamed herself, even if he didn’t.

A few days after she woke up, she asked Louis to be honest with her.

“Do you hate me?” 

And he shook his head, ‘No.’

“I’m so sorry, Louis, really I… could you ever forgive me?”

And he didn’t say anything. He didn’t nod, he didn’t shake his head. He averted his gaze, stood from his chair, and pulled her blanket up to her chin. He brushed stray curls from her forehead, and then he left. 

But, he came back the next day, and the day after that. He came to see her every day while she was stuck in bed. 

The strangest part was that he would smile, but more often than not, it wasn’t real. No, it was forced, a way to trick everyone into believing he was okay, that everything was fine. 

She saw through it. Sometimes, she went along with it because it’s what he wanted. Other times, she’d confront him about it and the facade would drop and she would see him in his true state. Then he would leave, and she couldn’t follow. She couldn’t walk, and she didn’t call after him. 

After that torture, the mutilation, Louis lost a chunk of himself that Clementine wasn’t ever sure could be filled again. On top of it all, Louis lost two of his best friends within weeks of each other and nearly lost Clementine herself. 

Even she’s surprised she survived the impromptu amputation performed by AJ in that walker infested barn. She woke up hours later without a leg and a sense of relief that she was actually dead and at peace, but the pain swelling in her knee and burning through her body told her otherwise. If that wasn’t convincing enough, AJ and Louis’ hugs and cries were. 

It wasn’t easy getting on with their lives; dealing with Violet’s death, thinking Tenn was dead, the loss of Louis’ voice and her leg, it all added up and waking each morning became a chore. 

Then Tenn came home, and Clementine got out of bed. 

Louis helped her walk to Violet’s grave to pay her respects in the form of freshly picked flowers, and as they stood there, he grabbed her hand and squeezed it. It was the first time he reached out to her since she first woke up, and what was more surprising, he sat down at the table with her and everyone else. 

He ate little, whether it was due to the pain he still felt while healing or his self-consciousness about the whole thing, Clementine didn’t know. She didn’t ask, she was just happy to see him eating something after weeks of not knowing if he was or if he could. 

Then he smiled. A real smile, right at AJ, before smiling at her. 

Even now, Clementine can remember it as clear as day. Louis smiled at her, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a piece of folded paper. He handed it to her, and she read it. 

Clementine, 

Do you know why lobsters never share? Well, it’s because they’re SHELLFISH!

Sorry, I wanted to lighten the mood before I got serious. 

What happened wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you for anything and I can’t even begin to explain how happy I am that you are alive. I was so scared after you and AJ came back and what happened to Vi and Tenn. I will do everything I can to help you through this, Clem.  You’re my best friend and I need you and everyone here. We need each other. 

I’m not okay, but I will be. I want to be, but it’s hard. I want to be better. 

I was also hoping that maybe you’d be my girlfriend? We never really made it official before, but seeing you wake up after thinking you were dead, I know that I still want to give this a try if you’ll have me.

-Louis

That was years ago, and everything’s better. 

Not perfect, but it’s home. 

The school no longer went by Ericson, but Castle Violet, in dedication to their friend who sacrificed herself to save Tenn’s life. They rebuilt several parts that burned down in the past, cleared out restricted areas for use, and now have a thriving rabbit farm next to the well-working greenhouse. 

Ruby and Aasim are still together, living in the same dorm room now. While they don’t necessarily have a “leader” these days, Aasim is the closest thing they have to one of those with Clementine as his second in command. 

Ruby, believe it or not, has spent a vast amount of her time working on a proper prosthetic for Clementine since Willy and AJ’s left a lot more to be desired. 

Omar still plays his role as the main chef, though he’s also taken to caring for the greenhouse and rabbit farm alongside Aasim and Ruby. All the while, he’s the one who found old sign language books, tutoring Louis, himself, and the rest of them to help further Louis’ communication process. For that, Clementine will always be thankful. 

Willy took on all the repairs around the school, as well as bomb preparation- in case of emergencies, he claimed- weaponry, and fixing up a set of four walkie talkies for them all to use to keep in touch throughout the school and outside the walls. 

As for AJ, he’s grown up. It’s hard to look at him and remember he’s only nine-years-old. For so long, Clementine worried about who he was growing up to be, whether he could make good choices or not, if he knew when it was right to pull the trigger or not. He’s proved himself to her time and time again, and learned to trust him.

Then there’s Tenn, who now knows how to shoot a gun properly thanks to careful training from her and AJ, and he’s capable enough to handle himself out on hunts and scavenges. In fact, today’s his first day out by himself. Well, him and Rosie. 

Clementine glances at the walkie talkie beside her. Now that she thinks about it, Tenn hasn’t radioed her all day. God, she hopes he didn’t forget to take the other one with him. The whole point of Willy fixing these things up was so that they could have a line of communication from outside to the school. 

She’s sure he’s fine, but that doesn’t stop her from worrying. It is Tenn, after all. 

Louis hums, slipping the cover over the box containing the chess game and tucks it away. Clementine recognizes the song, one that he does when he’s content. Standing from his spot, box in hand, he kisses her cheek as he moves past her to put the game away. 

Clementine snatches his free hand, pulling Louis back for a proper kiss. He smiles against her lips, a chuckle building in his throat. The grin remains even when they pull away, even as he rolls his eyes and gives a playful pinch of her cheek. 

“Stop,” she giggles, smacking his hand away. 

He laughs, leaving her to put the chess game back where it belongs. 

Clementine shifts and the walkie talkie beside her falls back over on the table. Static breaks through, stuttering, but loud enough for her to take notice. 

“Clem? Clem? Are you-”

“Tenn?” Clementine speaks into the walkie, thumb pressed painfully against the red button on the side. “Tenn, are you okay?”

“I-” a break. “I-I have wounded- they-”

Maybe it’s the effect of the walkie, but Tenn’s voice stutters with a dreadful alarm. 

Louis grips her shoulder, leaning down to hear the walkie better. The worry that furrows his brow matches her own. 

“Tenn, where are you?” 

“Fishing shack- We’re in the fishing shack. There are walkers-” his voice is clear now, but there’s something behind his voice, the voice of another speaking. “There was a man- I-”

A pause.

“Tenn? Who’s with you? Are you okay?”

Silence.

“Tenn?”

#[checkmate] #twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg clouis #clouis #twdg louisentine #louisentine #twdg tenn #twdg aj #twdg aasim #twdg ruby #twdg omar #twdg violet #twdg marlon #twdg willy

[dinosaurs-last-day]

@themagicheartmailman I love fluff! And when I talked to you over DMs, we agreed on a Remus Sanders appreciation fic, so that’s what we’re getting! :D

Read it here on ao3!

To read it on this post, go below the cut!

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“He’s back? Really?” Roman whined. “I try to come up with one super spectacular idea and the Duke has to come and ruin it!” 

Remus feigned shock, “I ruined nothing? I just tried to make your silly dance number more exciting! You can’t expect Thomas to put that into one of his videos the way you left it. He needs to spice things up!”

“No! No spicing things up!”

Patton and Virgil pop up in their respective corners. 

“Is everything up here okay kiddos? I heard a lot of yelling and I just knew this was something that good old pops could help?” Patton let out one of his bubbly laughs, but was interrupted by Virgil. 

“Can you two please stop all the annoying yelling? It’s giving me anxiety,” Virgil said.

“Funny thing you should say, Virg, for the side that’s supposed to represent anxiety!” Remus laughed.

“Can we please focus on me!” Roman shouted. “And stop the feral trash man from ruining everything! I was trying to do my job and come up with a dance for Thomas’s next video, but Dukey over here is trying to get us demonetized!”

A flash went trough Virgil and Patton’s heads, a quick clip of what Roman was talking about.

“Oh god, I wish I could unsee that!” Virgil yelled, rubbing his eyes, as if that would make the image that was now burned into his memory go away. 

“See! That’s what I’m talking about! Remus brings nothing to Thomas that we can use for good! Even Janus looks out for Thomas, but what does Remus do?” The entire room went silent as all the sides that were present processed what Roman had said. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, the only thing breaking it was the sound of Remus eating his deodorant, Patton spoke up. 

“Look, I think we can all agree that while Remus isn’t the most,” Patton paused for a moment, trying to find the words he needed to describe the Duke. “Lovable person ever. Nor is he easy to deal with. But Thomas would be a very different person without him. I hate to admit it, but everyone has a darker side, and it’s part of what makes us human. We all have thoughts that we aren’t proud of, and if we didn’t, then we’d just be Disney characters, living our best lives.” 

Roman interrupted, “Actually, Disney characters have it pretty rough. I mean, just look at Frozen, Anna literally got turned into an ice statue.” Virgil shushed Roman, and made a motion indicating that Patton should continue.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned while having these little meeting with all of you guys, it’s that life isn’t a fairy tail where everything is happy and simple. And not everything is completely family friendly, like Remus. I think,” he paused for a second, gathering up the courage to say what he was about to say.

“I think Remus can bring a new perspective to Thomas’s videos. Now I’m not saying we listen to all of his ideas, in fact I think that’s a terrible idea. Most of Remus’s suggestions are terrible, I can’t and won’t deny that. But if he has a more tame idea that we could use to make it more interesting or relatable to older people or people with a darker sense of humor while still keeping our whimsy child-friendliness, I think maybe we should actually consider it.” 

“Wow Patton, that was, very mature of you,” Virgil noted. 

Roman turned to Remus, “Patton’s right. If we want Thomas to make the best content he can make, you and me have to work together. A dynamic sibling duo.” He held out his hand for the Duke to shake but quickly pulled it away when he noticed that there was some sort of purple slime all over his hands that hadn’t been there a few seconds before.

“I don’t even want to know what that is,” Roman muttered. 

“Ya’ll talking about me like I have appropriate ideas is sooo adorable!” Remus said, clapping his hands and getting the purple slime everywhere. Roman made a face when some of the strange substance splattered on his face and quickly wiped it off. 

“But you will try to work with us, right?” Virgil asked.

“Of course Virgil! It can be just like old times!” Remus said. Virgil tried to protest, saying he did not want it to be like old times, back when he was an active member of the dark sides, but Remus wouldn’t listen. 

“Well, if that’s it, I’m going back to my room,” Virgil said. 

“Love ya kiddo!” Patton called.

“Remus,” Virgil asked before leaving his corner. “Stay out of trouble, and try your best. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I believe in you.” Remus smiled and waved a goofy wave before VIrgil sighed and left. 

“Do you two still need me? Cause otherwise, I’m going to go find some cats to pet!” Patton said.

“Thank you Patton, for those loving and uplifting words. I’ve taken them to heart.” Remus said.

“Really?” Patton asked, eyes widening. 

“Of course! Right after I sta-” Roman put a hand on Remus’s mouth to keep him from finishing the sentance, but pulled it away quickly because Remus licked his palm. 

“One last thing,” Patton said. He opened his arms wide. “Hug?” Remus looked shocked for a second, but then shrugged his shoulders and gave Patton a quick hug. Then, he sank down, waving to the two Creativity sides until they could see him no more. 

“Would you like a hug brother?” Remus asked Roman.

“No, god no. You probably smell.” Remus nodded, admitting that he smelled. “But I tell you what, I’ll take a fist bump.” The two bumped fists.

“Ready to get to work on that dance?” Roman asked 

“Really! Cause I have so many ideas!” 

“Yes really. You heard what Patton said, we should include you in the creative process more. But if you refuse to work with me, consider this done.” 

“Well, I personally think Thomas should show way more skin in your dance and-”

Roman sighed, but allowed the Duke to continue talking, hoping that he’d either tire out or manage to have one idea that they can work with. All he had to do was sit through all the other ideas and reject them. That couldn’t be too bad, right? 

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I really hope you enjoyed this short fic! I know it isn’t the fluff we originally agreed upon, but it’s still a Remus appreciation fic. Feel free to let me know what you think! If anyone wants to send in a writing prompt, my inbox is always open! All I ask is that you read these rules I made, and then if they are within my rules, just send it through an ask! It may take a while for me to finish it, but I’ll try to get it done as soon as possible! 

#ask #themagicheartmailman #thanks for the ask! #who let me become a writer? #Sanders Sides #Remus Sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #Patton Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Thomas Sanders #writing prompt #Remus Sanders gets some appreciation as a treat

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bloom for the character meme >;3

How I feel about this Character

I don’t think I can emphasize enough how much I absolutely LOVE this anxious and loving wreck of a dragon. The count is the first one out of the crew, and out of the entire game really, who I’ve immediately latched onto, honestly? I don’t know what about him it is, that caught my interest right away, but he sure did. Perhaps it was the heartache of his story. perhaps it was the idea, that his story is about loving, and being loved, which really spoke to me. I might’ve gotten a little too much overboard with the way I characterize him and formed his design into how he looks now, with the tail, snout and squish. But it speaks to me! And fact is that I’ve gotten very, VERY attached to him. As of now, I cannot and will not stop drawing and thinking about this squishy blue dweeb hehe

All the people I ship romantically with this Character

Timpani. Not a big surprise at all, I’m aware haha

But I simply love the marshmallow pair with all of my heart. Fluffy and buff werewolf lady dating a squishy, blue dragon? Adorable! Cute! I need more! The total dumpster fire that is my compilation of fluff drawings- almost solely rough sketches- is the direct result of me loving these two together so much. They can be very goofy around each other, as both of them are kinda silly by nature. Generally, they are very affectionate in their relationship, sappy as they are, though timpani usually wants some space for herself every now and then. she can be a little bit condescending towards bloom, especially pre-game, just because he’s very silly and bubbly and does come across as a sorta naïve kid, who needs someone to take care of him. While bloom can get too much for timpani to handle on her own. anxious dweebs is what they are, but they’re working on it.

Bloom and dimentio are sort of lowkey dating for a little bit, upon the clown joining the troupe, though bloom is also a bit oblivious to the fact that dimentio is flirting with him. so he doesn’t really view it as making out, whereas dimentio totally does. It goes pretty alright actually? With dimentio being in for mischief but not actively malevolent, and bloom a hopeless romantic and affection-starved blue boy, things are a bit awkward but not bad. they’re both nice to each other and both are kinda soft bois, so yeah. that is, until a certain point at least… I can see this working the best in the post game at some point, when both of them have started working on themselves. They can kinda bond over how they feel directionless in their identity and how they were both chained to the prognosticus in their respective ways. at that point, they’d both be calmer and more relaxed in their positions, and through their experiences they grew to be more understanding persons, generally, but also for one another.

My non-romantic OTP for this Character

My first thought for this would be mimi in all honesty? She’s one of the first people who doesn’t give a crap about how monstrous and scary the count looks and treats him solely on how he is as a person. Their love for each other, as a grampa and adopted grandkid, is fluid and unconditional. She thinks it’s kinda funny how much he obsesses over his silly book (that is…until a certain point at least) and just views him as a kinda weird and goofy granpa? Which, he is. Besides, she thinks his monster looks is actually really cool, which boosts bloom’s confidence at least a little bit. it sure makes him feel comfortable around her, and the other way around. She can be painfully direct, both in good and bad ways, and it can hurt bloom but it’s also something he needs.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Bloom is an anxious wreck and a trans icon! In short, he’s a disaster gay. And I love him dearly for it. I can also see him filling out a sort of mentor role for some stuff honestly? mimi, as she grows up, and experiments and questions stuff likely, she might go up to him first and foremost to talk with him about it. dimentio as well! he too has trouble finding his identity and who he is, and wants to be, specifically after he’s been freed from his chains that tied him to the dark prognosticus, and dealt with the consequences of his actions. And since bloom’s got experience with that, I feel like he would share some of that to help perhaps? It can be comforting to have someone who can relate to you and understand you in some way shape or form.

One thing I wish would happen/ had happened with this character in canon

I wish we could’ve seen him return somehow, somewhere, and see how he developed? Like, his road of redemption basically. Of course this wouldn’t work within like, only spm itself, the game had to end at some point after all. But it would’ve been kinda cool to see him, perhaps together with timpani, in another game, if only as a side note to see how he’s progressed and changed as a character? Character Development you know.

But that’s what we have fan work for, right X] 

(again. i apologize for being terribly late with this answer! life’s been...something. but i loved talking about The Boy hehe)