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moremaybank · 5 months

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AIN’T A LONELY CHRISTMAS SONG — j.m

pairing: dad!jj maybank x mom!reader warnings: sexual innuendos (sort of), jj being a tad mistletoe obsessed, your daughters get into a tiny disagreement, mentions of pregnancy, i think that's it author's note: so i was trying to stay away from using names, but it was getting repetitive saying your older daughter and your younger daughter over and over so i gave them names. hopefully you find them cute LOL. also, this isn't technically part of my holiday event, but i wanted to write this to sort of kick things off ♡︎ naughty or nice ! ౨ৎ

“C’mon, pretty girl. It’s getting hard holdin’ on like this. You sure it’s not too big?”

“We just need to finesse it a bit. Nudge it a little to the left ‘n then we can slide it in.”

Beads of sweat started to form on JJ's forehead. His muscles were starting to cramp and he had to hold his breath to make sure he didn’t physically combust. “Okay, baby. How ‘bout now? ‘M I good?”

“Yeah. Okay. You’re good.”

With a collective heave, JJ pushed while you pulled, but the oversized tree seemed determined to resist. Then, after numerous strategic twists and turns, you managed to get the tree inside of your shared home. Needles of pine littered across your wooden floors like confetti.

JJ chuckled as he looked at the slightly dishevelled tree. “Well, you said you wanted the entryway to look memorable, right?”

You sent a glare his way. “Not what I meant, J.”

Soon, you heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet against your stairs, followed by two adorably shocked gasps. Your older daughter Avery sprinted down the steps, her little sister Elle hot on her trail as they rushed over to the two of you.

“Woah! Big tree!”

“Big tree,” Elle echoed in agreement. JJ crouched down, scooping her into his brawny arms and lifting her so she could get a better look. She reached out, her small fingers brushing against one of the branches and she retreated with a curious and excited squeal.

“Yeah, I think Mama went a little overboard. You agree?”

Avery clung to your side, her arms circling your hips as her chubby cheek smushed against your thigh. Big blue eyes gleam as they stare up into yours. “I think it’s perfect.”

You broke out into a smile, smoothing out some of the frizz on the top of her head. “Me too. Daddy just doesn’t see our vision.”

JJ rolled his eyes at that.

—

Soon enough, Christmas music swirled through the air, and the sweet fragrance of your festive candle made your home smell like its own winter wonderland.

JJ used his manpower to retrieve all of your decorations from your basement, earning a sweet but fleeting kiss from you before you lugged it all over to the tree.

Boxes upon boxes of ornaments and other decor littered around the room, messily so as your girls dove in with eagerness. Their decorating skills were definitely…questionable, but neither of you could deny how adorable they looked as they overflowed the tree with everything they could find.

JJ instantly recognized that caliber of enthusiasm, knowing that his gorgeous girls had no doubt inherited it from their mom. The woman of his dreams had passed on everything he loved about her to their children, and it warmed his heart.

“Look at this, babe,” you said, peering at your husband over your shoulder.

JJ abandoned his place on the couch, crouching down beside you to get a look at what you were showing him. It was an ornament, a very worn one. Inside laid a picture of the two of you, huddling together with bright, toothy grins and Santa hats on your heads. You couldn’t have been more than twelve years old at the time. Your parents had invited JJ to stay over for Christmas, knowing full well that Luke wouldn’t try to give him much of a memorable day. They’d gone over the top, getting double the amount of presents and matching pyjama sets for the both of you. You’d crafted gingerbread houses (in which JJ had tried to make a competition out of it and lost severely), drank copious amounts of hot chocolate, and watched Christmas movies until you slumped together on the couch in deep slumber.

JJ smiled fondly. Those times were so precious to him, then and now. He’d just started to recognize that he was nursing a crush on you, and being with you at your favourite time of the year only made him fall for you more. Sure, he was just a kid in middle school. But that didn’t mean he was too young to realize how much adoration he held for you in his heart.

“You were so cute,” you gushed, turning your face to him so you could kiss his cheek. “Baby JJ.”

He arched a brow. “You sayin’ I’m not cute anymore?”

A laugh bubbled from your throat. “Of course not. But look at those cheeks. So squishy.” You pinched one of his cheeks, maybe a tad too hard, and he shoved your hand away, massaging the soreness away.

“Ouch, baby.”

You leaned in to plant another kiss on the apple of his cheek but were interrupted when a sudden and spirited fight broke out between your daughters. Both of your heads snapped toward them, your shared bubble of love now popped.

“I want the star!” Elle insisted, clutching onto the golden tree topper with all her little might.

“No fair! You did it last time!” Avery’s arms crossed over her chest and she stomped as her tantrum began to surface.

JJ, sensing the inevitable meltdown about to ensue, intervened with his signature, charming grin. The one that had convinced you to marry him and had managed to give you two beautiful children. “Alright, ‘lil ladies. There’s no need to fight. You can both do it together, yeah? Can you do that?”

JJ’s hands reached out, tickling each of their sides and watching their twin frowns dissolve into smiles. Giggles filled the air and warmth bloomed in your chest instantly.

“Okay, Daddy,” Elle spoke, giving in to her favourite person in the world. Her eyes drifted onto her sister. “‘M sorry, Avey.”

“That’s real nice of you, Ellie,” JJ praised, kissing her temple. Then his gaze moved onto her sister. “How ‘bout you, Aves?”

Your eldest nodded, now looking bashful. Avery, ever the sweetest (despite her occasional outbursts), caved in the moment her little sister’s nickname for her hit her ears. “I’m sorry too. We can be a team.”

Your smile grew larger, making your face sore.

You and JJ had been through it all together. From friends to lovers, and everything in between. He’d plucked his heart out of his chest and handed it to you on a silver platter without thinking twice about it. The power of his love was almost surreal. But the most magical thing you got to witness while being with him was watching him transform into an amazing father. Sure, he was a goofball who was constantly bouncing off the walls with all that energy pumping through his veins twenty-four-seven, but when it came to your little girls, he was a natural. Hell, your theory was proven to be right yet again when he handled that impending tantrum with just the flash of his smile.

“What are you lookin’ at, goof?”

JJ’s voice broke you out of your daze. He was standing now, each of your girls propped up on both of his hips as he carried them. Avery and Elle eyed you curiously while their hands both held the golden star.

You gave him a shrug, walking over to them. Your arms wrapped around all three of them as best as you could manage. “You’re all just so lovely.”

JJ burned to kiss you. He almost did. But when Elle whined about how her arm was getting tired from holding the tree topper up, he was returned to reality.

The kiss can wait, he thought.

“Alright, my little star commanders. Let’s do this thing.”

He carefully stepped up onto the stool sitting in front of the large tree, and with a team effort, Avery and Elle strategically placed the star at the very top. They clapped and cheered together, high-fiving in victory once JJ stepped down and back to let them admire their work.

“Nice work, babies. You killed it.”

—

You passed through the living room and into the kitchen, taking note of the mistletoe that your husband had sneakily hung in the doorway. You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you headed over to the cupboard to grab some mugs and the hot chocolate mix. As you waited for the milk to warm up, your eyes landed on the alternate entrance into the kitchen. More mistletoe dangled from the doorframe. You knew without a doubt that you’d find it in every entryway that adorned your home.

You made all four cups, completing them with dollops of whipped cream and chocolate shavings. You placed them on your wooden tray, but before you could pick it up and bring it to your family, strong arms wrapped around your frame. The owner’s chin dropped onto your shoulder after leaving a kiss there.

“Hi, Mama,” he rasped. You could hear the mischievous grin in his tone. “These look amazing.”

“I figured we deserved something sweet for all our hard work,” you responded. You turned around in his hold, your hands running up the lengths of his arms and coming to a stop on his shoulders. “Nice job with the mistletoe, by the way.”

He shrugged casually, but his smirk only grew wider. “Can’t be out here wasting any opportunities. Y’know I can’t live without your kisses.”

“Mhm.”

“Hey. ‘M serious. Gotta be prepared.” JJ pulled something from his pocket, and his arm raised over your heads. “See? Prepared.”

You laughed softly, leaning up to peck his lips. “You don’t need to carry that around. I’ll kiss you any time you want.”

“That a promise?”

“The biggest promise, Maybank. Those lips are mine.” You granted him another kiss, this one languid and loving. “Now let’s go check up on our troublemakers. It’s way too quiet in there.”

—

The four of you settled in on your couch, the fireplace glowing and providing a coziness to the room. You all found refuge under one of your thick, fluffy blankets, with both girls plopped in yours and JJ's laps. The soft, golden cast of the lights on your tree illuminated the room enchantingly.

Avery nestled against JJ, her head resting comfortably on his chest, while Elle found a cozy spot in your hold. The familiar tune of Where Are You, Christmas filled the room, Cindy Lou Who’s sweet voice carrying out the lullaby that seemed to put everyone at ease.

As the plot unfolded, the Grinch was giving a dramatic monologue at the annual Whobilation festival in Whoville. Even with all the chaos ensuing as the he burned the town tree and destroyed the celebration, Avery’s eyes drooped, and Elle’s rhythmic breathing told you that she was already fast asleep. You shifted her into a more comfortable position gently and looked over at JJ. His eyes were fixated on the sleeping girls, a soft smile playing on his rosy lips.

“I’ve dreamt of nights like this.” His voice carried in a whisper, careful not to wake the kids up.

“Yeah?”

He nodded, his expression clear with contentment. “Yeah. When I was younger, I’d just sit ‘n imagine what it’d be like to have a home, a family…all of this. Luke never gave me any of that.”

His arms tightened around Avery, who curled into his chest further in her sleep. “Never thought I’d have this, y’know? Never thought I’d get to call you my wife — I still can’t believe I get to call you that, by the way. Or have a real home, a real family. I love you guys more than I ever thought I could.”

“We love you. The girls are crazy about you, ‘n so am I. We’re so lucky to have you, baby.” You extended your arm toward him, placing your hand on his shoulder and giving him a comforting squeeze.

He shook his head. “Nah. I’m lucky. You made this real for me. I never thought I deserved any of this, but you never stopped trying to convince me that I could have it all. This is all ‘cause of you, pretty girl.”

“It was a team effort,” you assured him. “The house, the girls. Our life. This was both of us.”

“When you talk like that, it makes me wanna give you another baby.”

You bit your lip through an uneasy smile. “I don’t think it’s gonna take that much work…”

His blonde brows pulled together in confusion. “Huh?”

“I’m pregnant.”

JJ’s eyes widened once the words sank in, showcasing a mixture of surprise and overwhelming joy. His smile was so bright that it gave your decorated tree some tough competition.

“Really?” He whispered, breathless.

You nodded, your smile mirroring his. He’d always had that effect on you, always had such contagious enthusiasm. “Yeah. Looks like we’re getting our dream again.”

With a lack of better judgment, JJ let out a whoop of excitement that echoed throughout the room. He had temporarily forgotten about the peaceful slumber that had taken over your girls. “Fuck yeah!”

You giggled softly, placing a finger on your lips and shushing him. “Shh. You’re gonna wake them.”

He half-ignored your words, leaning in to kiss you deeply. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled against your lips. “‘M just excited.”

“It’s okay, babe. I’m happy you’re happy.”

Your head tilted, resting on his shoulder. You settled further into the couch, feeling the warmth of the joyful news you’d just shared. JJ swore to himself that he didn’t think he could get any luckier, but in a matter of mere moments, he learned that he was wrong. Your family was expanding, and there was more love to be shared. Love he didn’t even know he had in him. Each time you have a child, it grows more and more, yet it still shocks him every time it appears on his doorstep.

JJ’s head rested against yours after he kissed your hair. If this was how he’d live out the rest of his days — surrounded by the beautiful family you two had created together, he’d never want for anything else. His dream came true, now four times over.

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bleubrri · 1 year

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grocery shoppin’ baby-time fluff with bo \^o^/

before you even turn onto the aisle, you can hear your daughter squealing with laughter. bokuto is crouched in front of the cart, meticulously balancing an absurd amount of blueberry yogurt pots in his arms which she apparently finds hilarious. her heels kick back against the metal below her seat and the whole cart jolts from her excitement.

you stroll up, a poorly subdued smile etched onto your lips as your boyfriend struggles to clear the last few from the shelf.

“you realise we’re not buying all that, right?”

kotarous eyes dart up to where you’re leaning against the cart, smoothing your fingers over your baby’s hair. he pouts, yogurt tucked under his chin as he stands to face you, “it’s her favourite.”

you chuckle, reaching for one of the packs cradled in his arms. “last week her favourite was peach-mango. and the week before, she would rather throw yogurt in your face than eat it.”

bokuto counters your argument, “okay that was once, and i’ve got a feeling blueberry is the new wave. trust me on this, babe.” he grins at his little girl, babbling and waving her fists in agreement. you’re unconvinced.

you smirk, remembering empty yogurt pots littering his desk and berry flavoured kisses when he’d pick you up in the mornings. “oh yeah, whys that?”

bo puffs out his chest, strides over to your place beside the cart and confidently unloads his haul with the rest of the groceries. (which—now that you’re looking— seem to have been given a similar treatment, if the months supply of cereal boxes and apocalypse-prep level of crackers are anything to go by).

“because,” he drawls, “it’s in her blood! right, muffin?” he blinks expectantly at your daughter, who kicks her heels even more fiercely and giggles up at her daddy.

bokuto beams, scooping your little bundle of sunshine into his arms, turning to you with her perched on his hip and a smug smile on his face. “see?”

you roll your eyes playfully, reaching out to tickle the rounded tummy underneath her dungarees, “okay traitor, majority rules.” and dropping the pack that you’d swiped into the cart.

you watch with a droopy gaze as he spins her around in triumph, bubbly laughter filling the aisle and your heart squeezing in your chest. oh, you love them so much. you wonder if she’ll ever comprehend it, if he could ever understand all that he’s given you. you think you could burst into tears right here, feel your heart melt under your ribs and pool out at your fingertips right in the dairy aisle, watching bokuto babble nonsense at your baby like it’s the most important thing in the world.

he nods solemnly, leaning in to whisper, “tell mama we got the cookies she likes.”

you laugh, reaching out at the grabby hands made in your direction. “let’s get out of here before you two bankrupt us.”

“how could you do this to me?” bokuto whines, chin against the table and shoulders slumped in defeat.

you fight the smile that wants to emerge as you spoon the last of the yogurt into your daughters mouth. the dinner table has a pile of unopened yogurt packs in the corner, and a much larger trail of empty pots surrounding where bokuto slumps. he looks expectantly at the little girl perched in her high chair with strawberry-banana residue smeared onto her cheeks. she claps her hands and gurgles.

you make a show of wiping her down and chattering to her, “wasn’t that yummy! shall we try a new one tomorrow, hm?”

kotarou drops his forehead to the table with a resounding thud, muttering to himself, “i think i’m gonna throw up..”

even when she gets a little older and will eat most flavours without much fuss, there’s the odd pot of blueberry that remains untouched until after her dinner, when she’ll proudly deposit it in front of bokutos place and state that “daddy can eat it!”

he doesn’t have the heart to refuse her. he accepts it with vigour, “oh you treasure! thank you for sharing, baby.” and spoons down every mouthful as she watches him with glittering eyes that match his own. it’ll never fail to make you laugh when she totters off and his face drops into a groan, pushing the infernal blue pot as far away as possible.

#self indulgence time #i love that big beefy sunshine boy #˚⁀➷｡˚ selfships !#｡･:*:･ﾟ★ bokutoverse #bokuto x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #bokuto x you #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #bokuto koutaro x reader

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strniohoeee · 4 months

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Not Mine

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: A glimpse into the rise and downfall of Y/N’s relationship. Torn between wanting to move on with her life, but also wanting to relive the past. Constantly struggling, but will she figure it out in the end?🫂

Warnings⚠️: None really just get your tissue boxes ready😔. This one’s longggg too LOLLL

Song for the imagine: Strange- Celeste

Isn’t it strange

How people can change

From strangers to friends

Friends into lovers

And strangers again?

Day 374

Another day slipping from my fingers. My breathing shallow as my eyes blinked slowly. Staring out my bedroom window as the rain trickled down the glass offering me a reflection of who I hated.

I’d like to think I’m numb to the feeling at this point, but everytime I hear his name, or see his face my chest physically hurts. Some sick and twisted part of me indulged in this feeling. I wanted to feel pain. I thrived off of it. I mean it makes us stronger in the end doesn’t it?

200 days pondering. I’ve spent 200 days trying to scoop my life together. When you’re left with no true explanation your mind tends to go overboard. Filling the cracks with reasons and excuses that you were never given.

He wasn’t mine, and I was so blind to it. Trying to fix someone who so badly didn’t care. Too blind by infatuation to see how he truly felt.

Day 180

“I just don’t understand why” I stated staring down at my empty cup

“You can’t sit here and try to figure out someone who was never even open to you fully in the first place” my friend said to me

“I mean I know, but why give me this false hope. Make it seem like you saw a future with me. When he didn’t” I said swallowing thickly

“It’s been 6 days, do not beat yourself up over it okay? You’re killing yourself trying to rack your brain looking for the whys?” She said caressing my arm

“ I reached out to him yesterday” I said sniffling

“And?” She asked looking at me with a soft smile

“He said he couldn’t see me this weekend, but maybe another time” I replied breaking down

“Please don’t cry okay, you’re going to be okay” she said pulling me and hugging me

Day 374

I got up from my chair and walked out to my living room. I inhaled a shaky breath as I looked around the dimly lit room. My eyes landed on my coffee table. I trembled at the sight of the Polaroids of us littered along the mahogany wood, the vase he got me with nothing in it, and the books he purchased for me.

I started to breathe heavily and my hands began to shake.

“I HATE YOU” I screamed, shoving everything off the table with my fists. Breaking down as I heard the glass shatter and the books tumble down

“I hate your stupid fuck boy hair cut, I hate your cold blue eyes, I hate your stupid dry skin and your cracked lips, I hate your ugly smile….I HATE YOU” I screamed the last part as I banged my fists on the table

Dry heaving from the panic attack I was putting myself through.

Day 1

My eyes browsed the pastry display as I waited in line. These all looked so good, and it was hard to pick just one, but finally my eyes landed on the last heart shaped cookie on the rack

“Next!” I heard someone yell out, my eyes darting their way

“Good morning” I said offering a smile

“Good morning! What can I get for you today” the older woman said smiling at me

“May I have a small hot latte, and the heart shaped cookie right there” I said pointing over to the glass

“Sure thing honey” she said ringing me up

After paying she turned around and began to make my latte while I waited.

As I waited I felt a presence next to me, so I looked over locking eyes with a pair of blue ones. I offered him a smile and he returned the favor

“One latte and one heart cookie” the woman said handing me my stuff

“Thank you” I said grabbing my stuff and smiling at her

“Have a good day” she said

“You too” I replied and began to walk away, nodding my head at the guy who was next to me

I left the cafe and walked to the bookstore down the road. I was browsing around when I decided to walk into the horror aisle

I was looking at some books, mindlessly walking sideways when I bumped into someone.

“Oh sorry” I said looking up, and meeting those same blue eyes

“You’re good” he said smiling at me

“I was walking while looking at the books” I said looking over at the shelves

“You’re heart shaped cookie girl” he said pointing at me

“That would be me” I said laughing

“Those are my favorite, and you got the last one” he said fake pouting

“Would you like it?” I asked him offering him the bag

“Oh no no, thank you though” he said with his hand on his chest

“So you like horror too?” I asked him

“Uhhh no” he said laughing at bit

“Well then I think you’re in the wrong aisle” I said giggling

“I actually don’t read” he said putting his hands in his pockets

“Then why are you at a bookstore?” I asked tilting my head

“Well I like to look at the covers, I’m more of a visual type of guy” he replied

“Ahhh makes sense” I said nodding my head

“But uh don’t let me stop you from looking” he said stepping away from the shelf

I nodded at him and began to look at some books. My eyes landed on a Stephen King book, and I grabbed it immediately

“I’m going to have a seat at those tables and read this book a bit, you can join if you’d like” I said looking over at the boy

“I wouldn’t want to infiltrate” he said back

“Oh no never, join me” I stated smiling at him

We sat at the table, and I took the cookie out of the bag breaking it in half.

“Have half” I said looking up at him

“No don’t worry” he said nodding at me

“Please I insist” I said handing him the cookie

Finally he obliged and began to eat it. We sat chatting for a while about random stuff. When suddenly my phone rang, and I realized I was late to meeting up with my friend

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, but I’m actually supposed to be somewhere right now and I’m totally late” I said scooting back from the chair

“Oh no worries” he said standing up as well

“It was nice talking to you…” I said looking at him

“Matthew, but I go by Matt” he said sticking his hand out

“Well Matt it was nice talking to you, I’m Y/N” I said shaking his hand

“It was great talking to you too” he said smiling at me

“Here let me give you my number. I’d like to talk again” I said nervously

“Yeah sure” he said taking his phone out

After we exchanged numbers I went on with my day

Day 5

Matt and I had met for dinner to catch up. I was enjoying my time with him. He was truly a cool person to hang around, and I slowly felt myself looking for him in my day to day interactions.

“So Matt what brings you to LA” I said looking up at him

“Well I just moved here with my brothers. We’re from Boston and we came here for our jobs” he said

“Ohhh nice what do you do?” I asked taking a sip of my drink

“Well we’re social media influencers” he said laughing a bit

“Oh that’s nice” I said smiling at him

He had shown me their pages and what they do, and I found it fascinating. They were also pretty famous might I add. I felt special hanging out with him, not going to lie.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked him

“No” he replied

“Is it hard because you go between LA and Boston?” I asked

“No I just prefer to be alone” he said chuckling

“Ahhh I see” I said nodding my head

“I just don’t believe in the whole love and soulmate stuff” he replied

“No? How come” I asked him

“I mean what even is love you know? People just throw that word around, and it just ends up hurting people. I like to keep my peace and I like to be single. Less problems” he said

“That’s true” I said nodding my head

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked

“Oh no, but I do believe in love and soulmates. I just haven’t found mine” I said laughing

Matt nodded his head and we continued to eat. The rest of the night was amazing, sharing our philosophies on different topics and truly enjoying each others companies

Day 30

Matt and I had been hanging out pretty much everyday, and I truly enjoyed it. Of course I had my own friends, but he was a breath of fresh air.

The only other issue was that I began to have feelings towards him. I tried not to because I know he didn’t believe in love or girlfriends. But he made it hard when he was exactly what I looked for in a man

“You know I enjoy this a lot” he said as we sat on a bench eating ice cream

“Yeah? Me too” I said looking over at him

“It’s nice to just get out with you and have a good time I like it” he said eating his ice cream

“I like it too” I replied

“And I like you too” he said shrugging his shoulders

“I like you too Matt” I replied looking over at him again

That night Matt had walked me home since I wasn’t too far from the ice cream shop.

“Well this is me” I said pointing to the building

“Thank you for coming out tonight” he said

“Thank you for inviting me I had a blast” I said

“Well I’ll let you go now” he said opening his arms for a hug

I hugged Matt and in that moment I felt like my dreams were slowly becoming a reality.

When we pulled away we stopped and stared at one for a moment. Our eyes searched for an answer when suddenly he leaned down and kissed me.

Our lips locked in such a beautiful kiss.

That night when we parted ways my heart thumped with adrenaline. My mind racing with all the possibilities of what we could be.

Day 50

“This view is amazing” Matt said looking at the city line beneath us

“Isn’t it? I come up here when I want to think and clear my mind, but it’s just so beautiful I had to bring you” I said

“There’s not many people here” he replied looking around

“Well yeah, it’s a secret spot” I said smiling at him

“You took me to your secret spot? Am I that special?” He asked

“I guess so” I said biting my bottom lip

He came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist as he leaned his head on my shoulder. Swaying us side to side slowly.

“When I want to clear my mind I got to this small beach that not many people know about in Boston. It’s actually a place I discovered when my first girlfriend broke up with me. I was so hurt and angry that I just kept driving and landed there” he said looking at the skyline

“I’ve never told anyone that” he whispered

My heart fluttered at this. Being able to break down his walls to get him to tell me more about himself made me warm inside. I think I was changing him….

“I thought you didn’t believe in love?” I said in a whisper

“Well after her I don’t. She completely destroyed me, and I vouched to never give my heart to anyone again” he replied looking at me

“And what about me?” I said laughing

“You’re different” he said tapping my chin with his thumb

Day 63

Matt and I had just had sex for the first time. I mean it was amazing he was so careful with me like I was a dainty feather. He took his time, caressing my every inch, kissing all my insecurities away. He made me feel loved.

My mind moved as we laid in his bed, the sheets keeping us tangled together. The sunlight kissing his skin as he laid on my chest lightly snoring.

His right hand gently placed on my torso as my right hand raked through his hair. Massaging his scalp and occasionally running down his back as the goosebumps rose on his skin.

A smile growing on my face as Matt laid in my arms. My mind playing all our possibilities repeatedly. Matt made me the happiest girl in the world, and I didn’t even know if he realized how special this made me feel

Day 97

My mind began to race as insecurities began to cloud my mind. We’ve been seeing each other for well over two months now, and I wasn’t sure what we were?

I paced around my living room as Matt sat on the couch watching me.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” He asked me, causing me to stop in my tracks

“What….what are we?” I asked looking at him

“What do you mean?” He asked

“I mean us Matt. Were sleeping together, going on dates sending each other gifts, but you haven’t said I was your girlfriend” I replied

“I liked you Y/N a lot, and who cares about labels okay? I want to be with you and that’s all” he said

“I guess…I guess you’re right” I said nodding at him

Day 132

I slammed the door behind me as I stomped into my kitchen throwing my stuff down. I grabbed a bottle of water and began to drink it

“What's the issue now?” Matt asked throwing his hands up in defense

“The issue? Matt some girl was practically throwing herself on you, and you didn’t do a single thing, but when I tell her to back off I’m the problem” I said walking over to him

“Well I can handle my own. I told her I wasn’t interested, and the way you acted was embarrassing” he said

“Matt this happens all the time, and I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, but I’ve had enough of this shit happening” I said shoving past him

“It’s not that serious okay” he said

“You know what? It is serious Matthew. I don’t get this whole casual thing. I want to be your girlfriend. You don’t take me on dates, buy me flowers and have sex with me and say you want this to be casual and just a friends with benefit type of thing. FRIENDS DONT DO THIS” I said raising my voice

“I don’t know what you expect from me. I’ve made this clear from the beginning” he said sighing

“Get out….JUST GET THE FUCK OUT” I yelled opening the front door

Matt left and I slammed the door behind him. Falling down and breaking down on the ground. Why was he being so cruel to me? I didn't get it.

Day 135

I hadn’t spoken to Matt in 3 days, and it was truly bothering me. I prayed he would call or, or show up at my door, but I was disappointed when I got nothing.

I paced my living room anxious and biting my nails contemplating if I should head over to Matt’s house.

After some more bantering with myself I opened my front door to walk out, when I saw Matt getting ready to knock on my door.

“I…what are you doing here?” I asked him

“I came here to say sorry” he said his head hung low

“It’s okay Matt. I just need you to tell me that we aren’t just friends” I said as I moved out the way to let him walk in

He slowly began to walk in without saying a word when I stopped him

“Please” I said in a whisper

“I can’t give you that because it’s not the truth. I’ve made it clear from the beginning I don’t do love. I’m sorry if this isn’t what you want” he said looking at me

Like an idiot I ignored his statement and let him into my house. I swore up and down I could change his mind and make him see that we were meant to be together.

Day 171

Matt and I went bowling which was his favorite thing to do, but the whole time it was like his mind was elsewhere.

“I got a strike babyyyy” I said doing a dance that he loved seeing me do

“Nice” he said offering me a half smile

“What’s wrong?” I asked sitting down next to him

“Nothings wrong” he said looking over at me

“I can tell by your demeanor, are you okay?” I asked again reading his face for an answer

“I’m just tired is all” he said

“We can leave, we can get something to eat or head back to my house” I said smiling at him

“I think…I think I’m going to call it a night” he said standing up

“Oh okay” I said also standing up

We closed our lane and headed outside. He waited for a Uber while my house was two blocks down.

“I’ll uh I’ll see you in a few days” he said nodding at me

“Umm yeah sure” I said bluntly

He kissed me on the cheek as his Uber pulled up. He got in without saying anything else, and didnt even look at me as it drove away.

I walked back home that night confused, hurt and angry. Why was he being this way with me?

Day 174

Matt had asked me to meet him at the cafe we first met around 12. I had gotten there around 12:05, and met him at a table in the back

“Hi” I said sitting down

“Hi” he said staring at me

“Sooo what’s up” I said getting nervous

“I think we should part ways” he said swallowing thickly

“What?” I said as my brows furrowed

“I mean we’re just not meant to be. We fight all the time now and I find no joy in what we do” he said blinking

“I mean couples fight all the time right? This is normal we just have to learn to talk it out” I said reaching out to grab his hand

“The thing is I don’t like who I force myself to be around you. What we had was great, but I’m not ready for a relationship and I can’t give you what you want” he stated

“But…but we can work this out. We can find a middle ground” I said fighting for my life

“No Y/N….we’re over” he stated

I looked at him and blinked. When I saw how serious he was I got up from the table and walked away.

I looked back and prayed he’d be lookin for me, but he wasn’t. He didn’t even care to watch me walk out of his life.

That day ruined me

Day 200

I laid in bed most days tossing and turning as the memories of us played in my mind. Haunted by these memories I often forced myself to sleep, or to cry. My wales so loud I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts

Day 43

“So how’s it going with Matt?” My friend asked

“Oh it’s going amazing! I’m head over heels for this guy, and I think we’re going to end up together” I told her

“Tell me more about him” she said as her eyes lit up

“Oh god I love his hair, the wavy brown locks, and I love his blue eyes I swear I could see a glimpse of us in them, and I love his skin how soft it is and how his cheeks flush when I compliment him, I love his lips they’re so plump and moisturized all the time and I love his smile. His teeth are gorgeous and his smile lights up any room he walks into” I said smiling like an idiot

“Oh god… you really are in love with him” she said laughing

“I guess so” I said laughing with her

Day 205

It was a bit over a month now since I last spoke to Matt. I mean I used to see him everywhere and it’s just like he disappeared off the face of the earth.

My chest physically hurts every single day. I was so stupid to think I could change him. He made it clear from the beginning that he didn’t want a girlfriend.

How stupid and blind could I be to think he’d want me. I mean no one ever wants me in the end.

I killed myself for a guy who didn’t care.

Day 387

Here I was finally stepping out of the house after a week of trapping myself away. There was a crafting fair in my area, and I really needed to get out and walk and smell the fresh air.

I stopped at a few booths and purchased some things. Trying my hardest not to purchase things that reminded me of Matt.

After the last booth I decided to have a seat at a small table as I watched children play in the street. A smile creeped on my face as I watched them.

So pure and innocent, and life has yet to screw them over. On how I’d pay to go back in time and be a kid again. As I continued to watch them my thoughts were interrupted

“Y/N?” I heard to the left of me

My brows furrowed and I turned my head looking over. My breath hitching in my throat.

“Matt?” I said confused

“How have you been?” He asked smiling at me and taking a seat

“Oh I’ve been good” I said offering him a smile

“That’s great. I haven’t seen you in so long. You look good” he said

“Thank you, i know it’s been a long time” I said laughing a bit

“What are you up to these days?” He asked me

“Uhh you know just working, reading and writing” I said

“Did you ever finish that book you started writing? It was…it was really good” he said

“Oh man I forgot about that book….Im not even sure where it is” I said

“You should look for it, and finish it. I’d love to read it” he said smiling at me

“Maybe one day” I said nodding at him

“How have you been?” I asked him

“Me? Oh I’ve been good just working with my brothers still can you believe we’re at 5 million subscribers” he said smiling

“Congrats you guys deserve it” I said

“Thank you….wow this is just amazing seeing you again” he said looking at me with soft eyes

“Yeah it is” I said swallowing thickly

He went to speak when a girl appeared behind him

“Oh there you are Matt” she said walking over to him

“Oh hi” he said standing up

“Uhh Crystal this is Y/N, and Y/N this is Crystal my girlfriend” he said

“Nice to meet you” I said, shaking her hand. My stomach twisting into knots

“It’s so nice to finally meet you. Matt has told me so much about you. He says he’s learned a lot about life from you” she said

“That’s great to hear” I said glancing over at Matt

“Well um I don’t want to keep you, it was great seeing you” Matt said

“Ditto” I said

With that they gave me one last glance and walked away.

My mind wrapped around the word ‘girlfriend’……I wasn’t even sure how to feel truly.

Day 426

I had driven up to the hilltop I always went to when I needed to think. After splitting with Matt I refused to come up here. The memories paining me too much.

I was ready to start fresh, and let go of the past. I wanted to be released of Matt’s shackles, and I needed to start somewhere. So the hilltop was the first thing that came to mind.

I watched the busy street bustle beneath me as I let my mind race freely. Coming to the realization that love and soulmates were all bullshit.

Lies fed to us through books, music and movies. It’s a nice thought, but in the end it doesn’t really work out.

I couldn't be angry at anyone. I mean this is just the fact of life.

I let a smile creep on my face as I sniffled. Finding peace of mind was something I looked forward to and I had to take it day by day.

I let the wind rustle through my hair as I watched the trees sway and the golden sun kiss my skin. Life was beautiful and I was taking it for granted.

“Y/N” I suddenly heard from behind me

I quickly turned around and met eyes with Matt

“Matthew” I said giving him a weak smile

“Strange finding you here” he said walking over to me

“This is my secret place” I said batting my tears away

“I suppose that’s true” he replied laughing and sitting next to me

“Congrats on uhh the girlfriend” I said looking at the skyline

“Don’t say it unless you mean it” he said bumping his shoulder into mine

“Well then in that case my lips are sealed” I said

He let out a breath of air and looked at the skyline

“So uhh are you okay?” He asked after a moment of silence

“I will be” I said kicking the gravel around

“You know it sucks realizing everything you believe in is false” I said wiping my nose

“What do you mean?” He asked looking over at me

“You know soulmates and love and all that shit, you were right” I said looking over at him

“No” he said shaking his head

“Yes don’t look at me like that” I said rolling my eyes

“It was meant to be with Crystal and I. I mean if I never stopped her to tell her she dropped her bag…we wouldn’t be where we are now. And the whole time I would think you were right” he said

“No you didn’t” I said laughing

“Yes! Yes I did” he said laughing too

“It’s just….its just me you weren’t right about, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be the one for you” he said looking at me as he blinked a few tears away

I looked at him and let a few tears fall. Someone I thought was truly mine…but he was not mine. I was the person who paved the way for him to find who he truly needed in life

“You never wanted to be my boyfriend, but here you are” I said nodding my head

“I know, but it just happened” he said

“I don’t understand…I don’t understand how it just happened” I said shaking my head

“I just woke up one day and I knew….I knew that she was who I could spend the rest of my life with” he replied wiping his eye

“Knew what?” I said as my voice got shaky

“Knew what I was never sure of with you” he said looking at me

Those words pained me….they did, but I couldn’t be mad at him. I can not hate someone who doesn’t want me, it's not their fault.

Day 78

“Matt how do you know believe in love I don’t get it” I said laughing as I played with his hair

“It’s simple, I just don’t. What does it even mean? I say this all the time” he said laughing

“How do you know you’re not in love is the real question” I replied back

“Well how would I know?” He said running his hands up my thigh as he laid on my stomach

“I don’t know…..you just wake up one day and you just know” I replied back

To this he stood quiet, and it made me wonder if he was falling in love with me

Day 426

“Yeah” I said ina whisper

Matt pulled me in for a hug and rubbed my back. A hug I so badly needed and I gripped onto him letting a few more tears slip from my eyes. I thought what we had was real, and it wasn’t. And this would be the last time I would really feel Matt

He pulled away and looked into my eyes smiling at me

“I should go, but I’m really happy to see that you’re doing good” he said standing up and walking away

“Matt” I called out and he turned around

“I really do hope that you’re happy” I said standing up

He looked at me for a few seconds licking his lips and flashing a toothy smile at me. Nodding his head and whispering a thank you.

He turned back around and walked away.

I sat back down on the bench running my hands through my hair as I let the tears fall.

This…this is where I would be leaving any memory and may hope of Matt. He would stay here on this hilltop overlooking LA.

Day 574

Dear Diary,

It’s been 400 days since I parted ways with Matt. It’s been over a year and I can finally say that I am happy and okay. The very last conversation with Matt was hard, but it was needed.

I needed him to let me go, so that I could let him go. He helped me understand it all, and for that I’m thankful. He cleared a path for me that would make it easier for me to go on with life.

Although I spent many nights praying that he and I were meant for each other deep down I’m glad that we weren’t. I’m glad he was in my life when he was because who knows who I would be right now. I’m forever grateful he was put into my life to show me the beauty and the pain of it all.

I still have love for Matt, but in a different way than most would think. He helped me find peace of mind, and although it was painful and agonizing torture I’m glad I went through it.

He showed me that there’s much more in life and even though he was not mine I could push forward with myself. He opened my eyes to a lot of things, and I’m grateful for it. He’s doing well with his girlfriend, and I couldn’t be more happy for him. I sometimes find myself wondering what that would be like if it was him and I, but I try not to think about it.

He’s helped me be a better me. I finished my book finally and had it published. It’s actually doing really well, and even showed his support. Saying even though he doesn’t read he finds himself going back to my pages and re reading them. He really is the best thing that has happened to me.

Even though he didn’t make it to the end of my story I’m still grateful he was a part of the chapters. And I will always be grateful to be a part of his story, watching from the sidelines as one of his cheerleaders.

He deserves it all!

So with that diary I am finally closing this chapter of my life, and beginning a new one. Manifesting the life that I have always wanted for myself and happy where I’m heading.

This is the last page of this diary, and it’s such a bittersweet ending to end this right here and wonder if it’ll continue on a new page in a fresh book…..I guess time will tell, and with that I’m off to new ventures!

Sincerely,

Y/N

I shut my book and closed my pen. Rolling my shoulders as I looked out the cafe window. Smiling at the young children playing in the streets….the beauty of life!

I finished my coffee and threw it in the trash. Stretching and cracking my neck as I gathered my journal and pen. I began to walk away

“Excuse me miss” I heard from behind me

“Uh yes” I said turning around

“You left your bag” he said walking over to me with it

“Oh shoot! My minds all over the place” I said shaking my head and grabbing my bag from him

“Oh man I get that!” He said laughing

“Well thank you….” I said waiting for his name

“Oh Samuel! But I go by Sam” he said sticking his hand out for me to shake

A chill ran up my spine….i've come full circle again

“Well thank you Sam, I’m Y/N” I said shaking his hand

“You’re welcome Y/N” he said smiling at me

“I’ll see you around” I said nodding at him

“Yeah I’ll see you around” he said moving his glasses up with his right hand

My eyes immediately darted to the book in his hand….

The same Stephen King book I picked up when I met Matt.

What a small world….

The End

Alright this one was LONGGGGG, but I loved writing it🥺, and I hope you guys enjoyed it. This will not be a series just a quick little imagine where the ending is up to the reader🤭. I love yall and I hope you enjoyed reading it🥹🖤🖤 Also this is based on 500 Days of Summer because that movie broke meeee😭

-J💅🏽

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batbirdies · 11 months

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ADHD and being your own zookeeper

So, I was diagnosed with mixed ADHD in my late 20′s. It’s been a couple years since then and I was recently lamenting to a close friend about the difficult process of working out alternative methods of doing things once you’ve (finally) realized the standard ways don’t work.

With that in mind I thought I would just volunteer some advice I have gathered over the last couple years of attempting to be my own zookeeper.

This will mainly be with an ADHD focus since that’s me but hopefully it will be helpful to lots of ND people.

to start, you’ve probably heard of inviting people over to force yourself to clean. This is.... a method. And it works! until it doesn’t (ie burnout). Basically this is a way to trigger a stress response in yourself that forces motivation. You can do this. I have done this. But I would say this is an absolute last resort and not something you should ever be doing on a regular basis. It is not the healthy way to go about this. So here are my tips on hopefully maintaining your life without needing to resort to this stressful method.

(also I know this is long ADHD peeps, I’m sorry I’m just longwinded it can’t be helped.)

So, to get started

1. Time yourself.

Sometimes a whole task is overwhelming to think about and starting it feels impossible because the idea of finishing it feels impossible. So what I often do instead is just choose a specificed amount of time (a SHORT amount). I usually do 15 minutes, but you can do whatever you choose, and tell myself I will spend that amount of time on a task (usually cleaning but can be anything). This feels much more managable to me, it’s a definite length of time and I know I am capable of 15 minutes (or whatever amount of time you can manage) of sustained activity.

also DO NOT keep going after the time is up. Stop. Because if you keep going your brain will then remember this and know that 15 minutes isn’t actually just 15 minutes and then you’re back to the initial problem of being overwhelmed. Pick a time and stick to that time.

2. Do things the easy way.

When I say this what I mean is “do things the way that sounds easiest to YOU”. Sometimes that is actually, objectively, the harder way to do something. It’s less efficient, takes longer etc, but it feels more doable for whatever reason. Just do it the way you are capable of doing it.

As an example I needed to clean the litter box really bad but I just kept putting off and then feeling guilty and also gross and instead of just cleaning it I dumped the whole thing and started fresh because it felt like less work. Alternatively on other days I have been planning to dump the whole thing and start fresh but THAT sounds like heavy lifting and being outside but I can manage to just scoop the box like normal. So I do that instead.

3. Do things part way

This is more something to learn to be ok with rather than a method in and of itself. But along with the first suggestion, 15 minutes sometimes isn’t long enough to complete a task. And sometimes you don’t have another 15 minutes later in the day to finish it etc. But doing part of a task is SO MUCH better than doing none of it. I have started using the mantra “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing what you can.”

4. Make a list

This is a suggestion I see on tons of (bad, unhelpful) articles online about ADHD and accomplishing tasks. I find that it can be sometimes helpful and sometimes not, depending on what it is I need to get done. For my actual office job, it can be really helpful because I sometimes get frozen because there’s too many things to do and I can’t seem to just pick a place to start. Making a list in this case helps me to just start moving in a specific direction and keep going. This can also be the case with cleaning if you just don’t know where to begin. But do not feel like you have to do this either, because sometimes a list just feels like pressure to accomplish things and that’s not helpful at all.

An alternativey way I have found to make lists in relation to #1 is to make a list of things I will spend X amount of time doing, because as someone whose brain flits between tasks rapidly when I’m not in hyperfocus mode it’s sometimes easier to keep swapping back and forth, however if you do it TOO quickly you don’t accomplish anything. So I try to time things. Ten minutes here, ten minutes there, etc. or whatever amount of time you choose.

5. Do things the minute they occur to you if at all possible

I’m sure I don’t even need to say this and people will know immediately why, but just literally. You won’t remember. Do not tell yourself you’ll do it later when it’s more convenient you are GOING To forget until you are laying in bed trying to sleep and then go “oh shit I didn’t do the thing”. And for the record it is totally ok to get up and out of bed and go do the thing if it feels managable and won’t keep you up all night. If it will, put an alarm in your phone to remind you the next day at a convenient time.

6. Get a body double

This is something I’ve always sort of known about but didn’t understand until recently, and it’s actually a thing you can even look up articles about it now. Basically for some unknown reason it will feel easier to stay on task if there is another person with you. I have invited my sister over to hang out with me while I clean my apartment before. The difficult aspect of having someone in person, especially if its for cleaning, is that you have to be ok with them seeing the dirty version. However I have also found this can work almost equally as well over the phone! So totally get on the phone with a friend while you task!

I do advise that you tell whoever you are asking for help this way that that’s what you’re doing. at least for me, depending on the task, if can take up enough attention that it’s hard to maintain conversation. But if they person knows that they can either carry the convo or be chill with silence while they also continue their things on the other end.

7. use a crock pot

This is obviously cooking specific, but I recently bought myself a slow cooker and it’s been a game changer for making myself cook. For whatever reason it is so much easier to make myself get meals going midday than it is in the evenings. And I’m also much more likely to clean up the mess when I can do it before the food is ready. There are ALSO CROCKPOT BAGS YOU CAN BUY!! SO YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO WASH THE CROCKPOT BETWEEN USES, JUST THE LID! But if the bag leaks or something you can wash the pot part in the disahwasher (and the lid)

8. buy frozen meals

tbh frozen meals are way too small they do not equal an actual meal in my mind, however when you are full on into hyperfocused mode and the idea of stopping to eat is laughable, these will be your rescue. Pop it in the microwave and go back to your thing, eat it while you continue your thing. It’s at least a more healthy and well rounded snack than potato chips, or alternatively, not eating.

9. Make your next appointment before you leave

If you’re anything like me, sometimes making that phone call and scheduling something is like some incomprehensibly unmanagable task even though it will literally take 1 minute. (But then if you have phone anxiety then that complication is thrown in.)

So when possible, after a dentist or doctor appt, make your next one before you leave. Most dentists want you on a 6 month rotation, doctors on a yearly one (chiro monthly etc). I know that is like a crazy long time away to think about having something on your schedule but they’ll call you a day or two before the appt to remind you and if you MUST you can reschedule, but that will at least force you into making the phone call if you end up being unable to keep the appt. (however be aware of cancellation fees etc. this is ALWAYS a good idea because of such things)

Also ask if you can schedule online, a lot of places have that ability now!!

10. Try new methods and be flexible

As I’m sure is the case for a lot of peope with ADHD, things that work really well one day will not be an ounce of help the next. This can be particularly frustrating because you will think you have found the holy grail method. FINALLY, SOMETHING THAT WORKS!!! I WILL BE ABLE TO ACCOMPLISH ALL OF THE THINGS I HAVE STRUGGLED WITH MY WHOLE LIF-- WTF this doesn’t help anymore.

I have found that when something is a NEW strategy, it helps a lot! and then after a week or two it loses effectiveness. This is fine though, because if you have enough methods you can cycle through them and they are like new again!! It’s like hiding a toy from your cat after it gets bored and then giving it to them again in a month and oh wow! new toy!!

This is where I’m at currently and all of the helpful things I could come up with. I may add things as they occur to me<3

#adhd #advice on adhd #nd #neurodivergent #I'm sure this is full of typoes sorry folks

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luimagines · 10 months

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He’s Sweet On You Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3 will contain Wild, Legend and Hyrule.

Content under the cut!

Wild

“You know what?” You turned your head to look at the young man next to you.

“What?” He turns his head to look at you. Wild blinks slowly and smiles in that boyishly carefree way of his.

“I adore you.” You kiss the scars on his face. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Wild hums, closes his eyes as you kiss him. “Thank you.”

He reaches over, scooping you up gently into his arms and pulls you close. “I happen to adore you too. So I believe this works out for the both of us.”

He laughs gently and moves your hair away from your face. “You’re very pretty.”

“Am I now?” You snort. “And what about you, Pretty Boy?”

Wild looks away. “If it was anyone else-”

“What? You’d try to disagree?” You grin and lean close to him.

He meets your gaze head on and smirk. Moving quickly, he dashes up and kisses the tip of your nose. “Maybe. But I don’t want to fight you.”

“I’d win that fight.”

“You would.” Wild giggles, running his hands over your back in alternating patterns. “But only because I’d let you win.”

“Nu-uh!” You kiss the tip of his nose as well. “I’d put up a good fight and win because I strong and powerful.”

“And beautiful and stunning and breath taking and talented and lovely and badass and-”

“Ok, ok, I get your point.” You laugh and turn your face away. It feels warm but you’re too happy to care.

“Do you?” Wild teases. He rolls the both of you over and pushes himself on top so that he doesn’t crush you. “Do you really? Because I’ll be happy to remind you. I’ll repeat it for as long as you’ll let me. I don’t think I’ll get tired of letting you know just how much you mean to me.”

“You’re sappy.” You push him away. He doesn’t budge.

Giggles fall from your lips regardless and Wild catches them one by one with his own.

“Marvelous.” Wild whispers against you. Noses brush hesitantly against each other as breathes begin to mingle. “Absolutely magnificent.”

“You’re too much.”

“And you’re my one and only.” He kisses you once more. “Forever and ever more.”

You sigh, enjoying the attention. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer just because you can. “And you’re my knight in shining armor.”

Wild sags against you, groaning quietly. “We talked about this- the knights didn’t have shining armor. That was a myth and a show of social status. Not a common sought out truth.”

“What about my prince in blue then?”

“It better be the right shade.”

You laugh louder. “Fine! You’ll just be myyyyyy..... Link.”

“I like that one much more.” Wild smirks, leaning closer to you than before.

“I think I do too.”

Legend

“Is there anything you don’t need?” You look around the room. It’s covered head to toe with nick knacks and brick bracks and every square inch was littered with paddy whacks.

“What do you mean?” Legend turned his head to you. “This is just stuff I’ve collected over my travels.”

You hum. “I believe you, don’t get me wrong... But why would you ever need seven different shovels?”

“I just couldn’t get rid of them.” Legend returns o the box he was looking through. “It’s not like there’s six different people to take the shovels off of me.”

“Hmm.. I can think of a few.” You smile and looks around anyway. Legend had made you swear that you weren’t going to touch anything unless he was already giving it to you and you were trying to honor the code. But with so many little thing to poke through, the temptation was tough.

Not to mention that clearly everything had a little memory attached to it. It was bits and pieces of Legend that you wanted to know about and study. Maybe it would tell you stories that he would otherwise keep to himself. Would it be rude to search through them anyway?

Your brain tells you yes, without a doubt. But your heart has never been one to listen to reason.

“Here.” Legend closes the box and makes his way over to you. “I want you to have this.”

You straighten almost immediately. “What is it?”

Legend smiles, gesturing you to bend your head down. You tilt and does as he asks, even if he doesn’t use his words. Something cold slides over your head and it lands with a sizable weight on your sternum.

You straighten up and put your hands over it. It doesn’t take a genius to recognize that he placed a necklace over you, but you don’t know the significance of it.

The necklace is a pearlescent blue with a gold clasp around it. There’s a small carving on the pendant but you can only see it as swirls. You don’t know if it has any meaning to it. All you know is that it must be expensive to be made from this kind of material and that it is very beautiful. Somehow- the pendant feels warm.

Looking at it makes you feel light an airy. Your heart could burst with emotion. If You spend too long thinking about it, you might begin to cry.

“It’s pretty.” You say quietly, admiring it. “Thank you, Link.”

Legend flushes. He’s always seemed to go a bit shy when you used his name while the others weren’t around. “It’s...charmed. Enchanted. There’s a spell on it. It’s not as fancy as anything the Champion has and it doesn’t work the way the Sailor’s stone works... but it gives the impression of ....my thoughts... to you.”

He kicks the floor with his toe. His whole face is pink. But his eyes.. his gaze...if so soft. So loving.

You clutch the stone tight in your grip, looking at it once more but with new determination. The same feeling from before grips you tighter with your acceptance. It’s overflowing.

You actually do cry.

It’s warm and loving and whole. Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. It’s joy and happiness and elation. It’s fear and depth and height. It’s his thoughts, emotions- his heart.

Link loves you.

“I l-love too.” You say through the tears. A laugh blurts out and you jump on him in a hug. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Thank you.”

Legend seems startled but he grips you tightly. “Just so you always know that I’m with you, no matter what happens.”

You nod. “I’ll take good take of it. I promise.”

Hyrule

Hyrule had noticed that you were feeling less than stellar as of late. He wasn’t sure what it was but from what he could it was personal. Something that you didn’t plan on sharing with the group any time soon.

While he was willing to wait for how long it would take you to open up to him about it, he wasn’t about to see you down in your spirits if there was something he could do. So he started planning.

Granted, there was very little he could go to make it as extravagant as possible. He lamented to Time about it. He wanted to do everything in his power to make you smile. But there were things he was limited to. He didn’t have all the power in the world and he hardly had the funds to give you all that he wanted to.

Time has listened patiently and waited until he had said everything he wanted to say. “Perhaps-” He started with, “-they chose you not for your power or your abilities, but for your heart. Give them that, and it will prove to be enough.��

Hyrule steeled his nerves then. You had known from the beginning that he couldn’t provide much but he could do his best. And his best he will give.

Hyrule asked around the locals and managed to figure the best spot just outside of town.

When the night began to quiet down and the others were setting up camp, Hyrule snuck to your side and took your hand. “I have something to show you.”

He wanted to keep the atmosphere light, hoping that it would boost your mood as well. You didn’t seem to be any wiser. You tilted your head and began to follow him unquestionably. “What is it, Link?”

Hyrule tried his hardest not to preen. He loved it when you said his name. After so long of not hearing it around others, the small action had taken on a more intimate tone in his mind. “Something special.” He answers you. “It’s for you.”

You seemed to try and smile for his sake. It hurts his heart to see you struggle with something as soft and sweet as one of you smiles.

Suddenly, Hyrule begins to feel sheepish. Maybe this wasn’t such a god idea after all. Oh well, you’re both already there.

“So remember the time when you showed me your happy place?” Hyrule clears his throat. He pushes past some bushes and clears the way to showcase his surprise. “I know it’s not the same but I tried to get a close to it as I could.”

You gasp and your hands fly to cover your mouth.

It’s a small swing, surrounded by the fluttering lights of fairies- something you knew only Hyrule seemed to be able to do. The ropes were tied around one of the lower hanging branches of the tree with enough soft cricket songs to put your mind at ease.

Tears spring to your eyes.

Hyrule scratches the back of his head. “It’s not much but I noticed that you haven’t been feeling so well-”

“Thank you.” You smile. It’s wet and weak, but genuine. You pull Hyrule close and give him a kiss. “You’re too sweet to me. How did you put this together so quick?”

You take his hand and begin to pull him to the swing. Hyrule follows you, feeling much better about his decision. “It wasn’t so hard. I know you mentioned that you would go to that corner when you were feeling bad. We’re just no where near it. So I thought instead of bringing you to your corner... I could just bring it to you...”

Man, that sounds cheesy.

You laugh as much as he expected and push him onto the swing. You quickly place yourself on his lap and make yourself comfortable. “I think it’s better than my corner.”

“Y-yeah?” Hyrule begins to push your both on the swing. “I’m glad. I was worried it wouldn’t even come close.”

“Nonsense.“ You hold him close. “It’s better because you’re here with me, of course.”

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu x reader

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l3irdl3rain · 9 months

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seeing the horse bedding anon inspired me to try and switch our cat to pine pellets, but coming from clumping litter, I'm a little confused by the box cleaning process. do you need a sifting litterbox to get the dust out? this feels like such a silly question, but how does cleaning the litterbox differ with the pine pellets? we got a 35lb bag for 5.89 which is a crazy savings if she actually likes them!

Thanks so much, here's Bathtub as cat tax :3

Hey! I’m going to explain the method I use but I’m sure other ppl have differing opinions. This is just what works for me.

I only put a small amount of litter in each box. I actually don’t scoop poop daily unless someone did a really stinky poop or there’s just a lot. But every other day I dump out the entire litterbox because basically the whole thing is soiled with urine. On the litter boxes they don’t use as often I can get an extra day or two.

If you only have one or two cats you’d probably end up wasting a lot of litter if you dumped the boxes that often. I have 5 cats and even tho I have 6 litter boxes they really only use 3 of them regularly, so they get really gross really fast. I’ve found that just using small amounts of litter and starting fresh more often helps keep my house from smelling like one big litter box

I know other people will fill the boxes like normal, scoop poop daily, and then give the box a little shake to make the crumbled pellets settle down on the bottom of the box. Then when there’s too much urine they’ll dump the whole thing. So basically the same idea as a sifting box without spending the extra money for one.

#if I don’t clean their 3 favorite boxes every other day? it would be BAD #and I don’t scoop poop daily because Im gonna be dumping the entire box the next day anyways 🤷🏻‍♀️#so far they haven’t seemed to mind #if petunia does a really stinky poop and I’m home she’ll actually come and meow at me to fix it for her #then she runs back in there to try to bury it more while she waits for me #ask

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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 10 months

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Ok idea I know he has a dog but hades, loki and Beelzebub also give me cat dad energy? So maybe reader getting them a cat? That’s exactly like them? Fluff plz

Seperate btw

Thanks for the request! Sadly I haven't read the manga up to Beelzebub yet so I can't write for him. I hope you don't mind I only did Hades and Loki! These where very fun to write for though.

Warnings: none. Just Loki and Hades being Cat-dads.

Request: Yes.

Words: 515.

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Hades

Visible confusion. Why are you bringing him a cat?

"Darling, what is this?"

Allows you to set the said cat down into his lap as you explained you'd found the poor fella outside and thought he'd be a good cat dad.

He's flattered, truly.

Hades accepts this cat as a gift from his beloved and names them Diablo if it's a boy and Luci if it's a girl.

Unlike his dog, Cerberus, this feline is small and therefore accompanies him everywhere. Hades has taught this cat to perch or lay across his shoulders. They are with eachother all the time.

He enjoys how calm Diabolo/Luci seems to be and how clean they are while grooming themselves.

Hades also makes sure they get premium cat food and are only served the best. They are the King of helheim's pet, after all. Their litter is scooped at least once everyday and they are fed steady meals.

They're a pampered cat, though they never seem to mind if something falls behind schedule. Hades only realizes how alike he and this cat is when you point it out to him.

His response is a smile and to rub behind the cats ear gently.

"I suppose you are correct, my beloved. I do make a good cat dad."

Loki

This cat was made to cause trouble. And Loki knows and exploited it from the day you came in with them.

"Oh? And who do I owe the gratitude too?" He had asked, laughter in his voice while you set the cat down in his lap.

"I found the little booger outside. I figured you'd be a good Catdad."

Inwardly snickers. Oh he's going to teach this cat how to terrorize in style.

He names this cat Bandit. Doesn't care if it's boy or girl. Loki makes the cat float around with him w/magic just because I said so.

Munin and Hugin are less than happy Loki had taught Bandit how to case them down and knock them out of air. Odin also does not see any good in this.

Bandit is always knocking over things. Not a very graceful cat if they get up on a shelf and there's something on it- just pray it's not fragile. Because they are knocking it or themselves off the shelf and then walking away like nothing happened.

They usually nap with Loki and are always curled up on his chest or under his arm when you guys go to bed.

Loki has pointed out so many times how alike he and Bandit are. He's quite proud of it.

Not the cleanest, Loki does always make sure Bandit has food and water, though the litter box may get a bit dirty before it's cleaned out.

Thor is unamused at Bandit coming into his room to chew on his hair.

#x reader #gn reader #record of ragnarok #ror hades #ror loki #snv loki #snv hades #shuumatsu no valkyrie

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xxhappy-chickenxx · 6 months

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snippets dump round 2!! i don't even remember the context of this but i thought it'd be cute if Pete brought a stray kitten home and control-freak Vegas felt immediately out of his element (dw, he comes around in the end) ~~

“Vegas-”

“No, Pete,” Vegas huffs, pacing around the bedroom. He can hear the… thing in their tub, meowing pathetically. His lip curls in disgust, “those things just piss and shit everywhere!”

“Cats are actually very hygienic,” Pete frowns, “look, I know it’s unexpected, but he found me, Vegas, what was I supposed to do? I couldn’t find his mother and he was hungry!”

“Not your problem,” Vegas says flippantly, distantly aware that it’s a very callous thing to say. Whatever, he’s a mob boss, or… ex-mob boss. Either way, he’s literally killed people, he can put a kitten out on the street. “I didn't know you were in the business of saving pathetic creatures.”

“And yet I saved you,” Pete crosses his arms, clearly not budging on this. Vegas bristles at that, but sighs, crossing his arms right back.

“If you keep it,” he grits out, trying to ignore the look of sheer joy that crosses Pete’s face, “it’s your responsibility, I’m not doing anything.”

“I’ve taken care of your family for seven years,” Pete rolls his eyes, “a kitten compared to all that is nothing.”

The final nail in the paw-shaped coffin is Macau, home from the movies with a soda that announces his presence before anything else does.

“What’re you guys doing in here?” He rattles the ice in his cup, sucking the straw loudly. Before Pete can answer, another loud meow sounds from the bathroom, and Macau’s ears perk up comically. “Is that a cat?”

“A kitten, actually,” Pete corrects him, smiling as he follows Macau into the bathroom, while Vegas sits defeated at the foot of their bed.

“Woah, no way! Where’d you find him?”

“You know the alley behind the market? He was pawing around back there, eating fish guts. I offered him a piece off my skewer and he ran right up to me, not afraid of anything.”

“Awww,” Macau coos at him, and Vegas rolls his eyes. He doesn’t understand how something so pathetic could be considered cute. The thing can’t even defend itself. “How old is he?”

“No idea,” Pete hums, “I brought him straight home, we’ll need to look up a veterinarian.”

Macau gasps, “Can I come?”

“Sure,” Pete laughs, “We’ll go first thing tomorrow, but today, it’s getting late. We should try to get to the shops before they close, he’ll need food and a litter box.”

“Let’s go!” His drink abandoned, Macau cradles the bundle of black fur against his chest, beaming as he exits the bathroom. “Hia, look how cute he is! Are you coming with us?”

“Hm,” Vegas frowns at the little creature wriggling impatiently in his brother’s arms, “I need to get started on dinner.

“Aw, ok,” Macau leaves their room, chattering to the kitten all the way, “let’s go, little guy, we’re gonna get you all the good stuff, you’re gonna love it…”

Pete comes out of the bathroom a moment later, watching Vegas closely. “You’re sure you’re ok with this? We can always find him a new home.”

“It’s just a cat,” Vegas huffs, “what’s the worst it could do?”

A day later, Vegas learns the ‘worst it can do’ is use his tailored pants as a ropes course. He storms into the closet when he hears the hangers rattling, his hands clenching into fists at the sight of dozens of tiny rips and holes in his painstakingly curated denim. “You little shit!” he yells, turning when Pete runs in behind him, “Look at what he did!”

“Fuck,” Pete murmurs, scooping the tiny menace into his arms, “poor little guy, you’re just trying to explore, huh? We’ll have to get him something to climb and make sure to keep the doors closed.”

“That’s it?” Vegas asks, “You’re not going to discipline him?”

“How am I supposed to discipline a cat, Vegas?” Pete replies, his voice flat, “He doesn’t even know what he did wrong.”

“That doesn’t matter!” Vegas rages, while Pete just blinks at him. In his arms, the kitten wriggles impatiently before flattening its ears and hissing at Vegas. He steps back, affronted. “Did it just hiss at me?”

“I think so,” Pete snorts, “first time I’ve heard him do it. Glad to know you’re making a good first impression. I’m going to feed him and overnight a new cat tree,” he walks out, calling over his shoulder, “make sure you close the door behind you!”

#vegas tries to fight a kitten and loses #it's an emotional battle tho #vegaspete #my writing #my fic #fanfic #vegaspete fanfic #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #fluff #snippet

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lantur · 8 months

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It's been such a rough week+. My mom is still here and I have five more days until she's gone.

Everything I do is messed up or wrong in some way. Things I do wrong:

Cook tonight's dinner recipe

Inside of fridge isn't clean enough

Inside of washing machine isn't clean enough

Boil water for steaming vegetables

Prepare ginger for cooking

Prepare sliced green chilis for cooking

Use the wrong lotions/moisturizers

Prepare frozen vegetables wrong

The way I slice my bell peppers is wrong

Car isn't clean enough

Garage isn't clean enough

Put whipped cream into latte

Dispose of my opened mail and boxes incorrectly

Scoop the kitty litter incorrectly

Buy too much tea

She doesn't just say these things once. Everything is repeated over and over again.

Things I am at risk of, apparently:

Becoming (more) fat

Becoming a hoarder

Miscellaneous other things my mom has complained about:

All of my cousins who are women. (My two male cousins can do no wrong.)

The parenting and appearance of my cousins who are women and/or parents.

Her sisters - including the sister who's let her stay in her home for the past 4 months.

Immigrants with strong accents (my parents are/were immigrants with strong accents...)

I am not kidding or exaggerating when I say my morale is broken. My mom has always been awful - there's a reason I moved halfway across the country from my parents. She's only getting worse with every year that passes, despite my attempts to try and make the relationship work / try to have a positive relationship.

I get no escape/respite from her - just my ~two hours of alone time at night and ~40 minutes at the gym. I don't get to read my book and drink my tea quietly in the morning. I'm not able to listen to my podcasts and audiobooks as I cook, and as I drive to and from the gym. I can't grocery shop alone in peace.

Last weekend was miserable. Pretty much every day since my mom got here on the 7th has been miserable. This visit has basically ruined most of my September. I normally cherish my weekends, and I can't even look forward to this weekend because it'll be more of the same.

I'm so overwhelmed, drained, and miserable. My husband has been encouraging me to cut my mom out for the past 3 years because of how unhappy she makes me, but it's hard/impossible, considering I'm her only child and she doesn't even have my dad anymore. Just wanted to write this to vent and pray for strength and get it out that I'm at the end of my rope.

#lanturing

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noose-lion · 6 months

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I need to hear more about count stabbington please

OF COURSE!!!

Count Stabbington is one of Dazai's three pets. He's a red rock crab/Sally Lightfoot crab (Grapsus grapsus). One of these:

Why is such a crab in a Yokohama port? Idk, don't ask me questions I don't have an answer for, makes me feel stupid.

Dazai found the little guy while he was strolling alongside the Yokohama port. Upon seeing him, Dazai immediately thinks 'free food' and scoops him up in a random cardboard box he finds littered on the sidewalk.

He gets him home. Gets a pot boiling, gets out all the necessary utensils, and gets the crab out of the box. Mind you, Dazai doesn't know much about living crabs, so he just plops it on the counter.

He turns to get something. Turns back, and suddenly the crab has a knife. Kinda like this:

Dazai is so enamored by his 'gonna be food' trying to stab him, he can't kill and eat it.

After a long song and dance of trying to grab the thing without getting knicked, he gets it back in the box.

Two days later, he's researched what he needs to create the best crab enclosure ever, he's named him Count Stabbington, and he's emotionally attached. The thing is his baby.

Chuuya hates the thing.

(Dazai's other pets are a black panther and a rainbow boa)

#pet dad dazai #bsd #my stuff #screaming into the void #and the void screams back #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd headcanons #bsd headcanon #soukoku #jester thinks #anon asks #asks #answered asks

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bedbugbiting · 5 months

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I almost never remember dreams, but I had one last night that was so vivid that it stuck with me all day. In my dream, I was going to scoop the cat litter and my entire litter box was missing. Someone had broken into my place and stolen nothing but the litter box. I went outside to see if anyone saw anything, and I found the litter box with a sleeping baby in it. Someone had stolen Millie's litter box, lined it with a garbage bag, and put their baby to sleep in it. I decided to just let the baby sleep.

In my dream I thought "This is just how it is in this neighborhood." Honestly, weirder things have happened.

#Dreams

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trensu · 9 months

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an excerpt of the newest chapter of the halfway house fic based on this past post. Enjoy :)

“Steve, come get your furry little menace! He’s chewing up my laces again,” Robin grumbled.

“Maybe if your laces are ruined, you’ll finally buy a new pair of shoes,” Steve snarked. Steve walked to the living room to find Robin attempting to tie her old Converse only to snatch back her hands every time the kitten took a swipe at the laces in question. “He’s just a baby. He wants to play.”

“He can get his own laces to play with, then. And there’s nothing wrong with my shoes. I’m not going to go buy new shoes when these are perfectly functional. And my favorite color.”

Steve scooped the kitten up even as he kept reaching for the laces and cuddled him to his chest. Steve rubbed gently behind the kitten’s ears until the kitten relaxed into tiny purrs.

“What do you think, Dustin? Should Robin get new shoes? Raise your paw if you agree with me,” Steve said. He lifted the kitten’s right paw and waved it a bit, making the kitten squirm. “See, he agrees with me.”

Robin snorted and rolled her eyes at his teasing smile. “I still can’t believe you named him Dustin.”

The kitten chose that moment to start climbing up Steve’s shirt to reach his shoulder. His tiny claws pricked at Steve’s skin through the thin fabric but they were so small, they barely hurt at all. Steve laughed as the kitten settled on his shoulder and began to mew at the top of his lungs.

“It’s not my fault he looks like a Dustin,” Steve insisted. When he brought the kitten home two days ago, Robin tried to name him something else but Steve put his foot down about it. He found the kitten, and he thought the kitten was a Dustin, so no other name was allowed.

Dustin let out another mew so loud he nearly toppled over. Steve pulled him off his shoulder with an amused huff. Dustin wriggled incessantly in his hands. Steve lost his grip on him but thankfully he had gotten him close enough to the ground by then that the fall was negligible to a cat.

“Okay, okay, we’ll play for a little while, you needy baby.”

He and Robin were waiting for payday to run to the pet store for more supplies. They were lucky that their neighbor across the hall had an old litter box that her cat had outgrown, and a couple of spare food bowls. She had even given them a few cans of wet food, cooing over the kitten all the while. Dustin, apparently, was a charming little guy. He obviously took after Steve. Robin had punched him on the arm when he said as much.

In the meantime, they were using old bits of string and a little orange ball Robin had stolen back when they worked at a mini-golf place. The kitten seemed to enjoy them well enough but Steve planned on getting him fancier playthings and some catnip. He rolled the ball across the floor and the kitten chased after it. He pounced on it, wobbly, which sent the ball rolling again for another chase. Steve laughed. Robin giggled along with him.

“He’s lucky he’s adorable. Otherwise we’d be having problems, him and I,” Robin said with a grin. Her mischievous demeanor softened slightly. “I’m glad you found him, you big old softie. Now you can stop moping so much.”

Steve ducked away when she reached to ruffle his hair.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said, lightheartedly. “Maybe if I do a good job with him, someone will finally let me have a kid.”

The kitten had apparently gotten bored of the ball and was attempting to climb up the back of the couch. Steve quickly grabbed him so he would damage the upholstery. He booped the kitten’s nose.

“What do you think, baby? Will I be a good dad? Be honest.”

Dustin grabbed his finger and gnawed at it while making the most precious sounds. A purring mew. Steve’s heart melted; though from what he had read, he really shouldn’t let Dustin get accustomed to using his hands as playthings.

Steve resigned himself to losing half his paycheck to cat toys.

Continue on Ao3

ps: i do not do reader tag lists or whatever those things are called. i tag all my writing with 'trensu tells stories' so please just follow that tag if you wanna keep up with my stuff, thank you

#trensu tells stories #hawkins halfway house for homeless horrors #stranger things #steddie #buckingham #(at least the full chapter on ao3 has that ship; it didn't quite make it in this excerpt)#not my favorite chapter tbh #like it's fine #but i feel like some parts got kinda clunky maybe #i'm already mostly done with the fifth chapter i think #though depending on how i tie that one up i might split it into two chapters #i haven't decided yet #i'll be glad when i'm done with it #i have so many unposted wips i could be working on #you know i haven't touched my st/tma fusion fic in MONTHS??#and that's the one i really really wanna finish!!#it's been kind of a daunting project though #so as you can tell #i've been distracting myself with other wips

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cravingsfromatwistedone · 2 months

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could i get some hop headcanons (pkmn swsh) both fluff and yandere with a fem reader, thxs!

FLUFF AND YANDERE HEADCANONS FOR PROFESSOR! HOP [ HEADCANONS / FLUFF + YANDERE ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELLO, DARLING! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS ! I HAD SUCH A BLAST WRITING THIS AND IT JUST MAKES ME WANT TO REPLAY SWSH AGAIN TO SEE HIM !! ANYWAYS, I HOPE IT'S TO YOUR LIKING AND ENJOY READING IT, MY DARLING ! YANDERE HEADCANNONS ARE UNDER READ-MORE ! FOR YANDERE HEADCANONS: TW: BREACH OF PRIVACY/BOUNDARY, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOUR, STALKING, FORCED RELATIONSHIP, GASLIGHTING, MANIPULATION, GUILT-TRIPPING COERCION PROFESSOR! HOP X FEM! READER

╭───────────────── ╰──➤ (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ FLUFF ♥

┊❥ Hop is the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for!!

┊❥ Now that he's a full fledged Pokémon professor, he doesn't have much time with you but he makes it up with leaving presents littered across your shared house !!

┊❥ The presents vary from just a small sweet confectionary treat to actual jewelleries, like silver bracelets and necklaces placed in ribbon wrapped boxes (his family is pretty-well off thanks to Leon when he was Champion)

┊❥ Sometimes, the presents he leaves are just so huge that they stick out like a sore thumb so it's obvious where he hid it (he thinks he's smart for placing them like that)

┊❥ One time, he had left a wrapped plushie of your favourite Pokémon in one of the kitchen cabinets that the door itself couldn't be shut right ! The gift then soon fall flat on your face right after, it's a good thing that it wasn't heavy or else it would've hurt !

┊❥ Once he's done with his research at the laboratory, he puts his phone on Do Not Disturb mode for the entire rest of the day and directs all of his focus on you only, littering kisses all over your face as you greet him by the door

┊❥ He'll draw circles on your tummy as he hugs you from behind, his chin tucked into your shoulder while you cook up lunch/dinner and just relishing the scent of your shampoo and the food

┊❥ Hop just loves, loves whispering praises to you, how he's just grateful to have you in his life and that he'll never trade it up for anything in the world while interlacing his fingers with your own; it's such an intimate moment for the both of you ! !

┊❥ On his off-days, Hop will just spend the day laying in bed with you, flashing those golden eyes of his so that you'd stay with him longer, his lips pressed to your cheek and arms wrapped snugly around your figure

┊❥ You'll find yourself in his more often than you realize, the male is very keen on physical affection behind closed doors where he can simply scoop you up and twirl you around as if you weight nothing ! And partially, because he wants to show off his sculpted build after working hard on it over the years so please, compliment him lots and lots about it !

╭───────────────── ╰──➤✖✖🔪 YANDERE ❤︎ ✖✖

┊❥ The first he had laid eyes on you, he knew he just had to have you all to himself ! It was simply love at first sight ! He can still even faintly remember how fast his heartbeat was on that day

┊❥ The amount of times he had followed you back home was incomprehensible, the male simply watching and admiring the way you keep on turning around to try and catch a glimpse of the shadowy figure before hurrying back; he thinks it's so cute !

┊❥ Everyone knows how kind and sweet Hop is, so nobody would really believe you if you were to say that Hop was the one standing next to your bedroom window every night; he's just too innocent to do such a horrible thing !

┊❥ Hop uses Leon to get you to him, he knows how much influence his big brother has so he doesn't feel an ounce of guilt when he sees Leon usher you into the laboratory, his brother's hand holding on tight to your wrist so you wouldn't run away while he excitedly explains that his relationship with you is secured

┊❥ He keeps you under lock and key at another house Leon bought for him, one that's far from civilization so even if you did managed to escape; know that you'll running for miles in the middle of nowhere until he comes and finds you before dragging you back to the house

┊❥ Hop doesn't see any of his actions wrong, in fact, he's in the right for doing this to you. How could you think that you deserve to be with someone else? No one would treat you as good as he does, you'll never want to find someone else once you get a taste of his love. His unbridled, ruthless love that he bottles up in his heart meant solely for you

┊❥ He'll actively manipulate everyone and anyone by putting on a sad face and tearfully expresses to them how you never seem to reciprocate his feelings, how you always seem to be so distant with him in the public eye. Soon enough, everyone you know will keep on pestering you, scolding you, insulting you to try and be a better lover to Hop; he's just that good

┊❥ While he's away at work, Hop keeps an eye on you by discreetly placing a tracker in your phone, where he can check your messages and who have you been frequently in contact with, despite the many complaints you've yelled at him once you found out about it, he doesn't bat an eye as he smiles sweetly at you. It's almost like he enjoys getting on your nerves

┊❥ If you keep on resisting him throughout the many months where he had been nothing but patient with you, the love in his golden eyes turn cold. He keeps a hand wrapped around your throat as he lovingly whispers that if you do resist one last time, he'll make sure to strip everything you have one by one until you're left with nothing. He'll make sure to bring your reputation down into a ditch so he knows you'll come back crying to him to make everything 'better' again

┊❥ If you stayed obedient however, the Pokémon professor will be over the moon. He does let up in his advances just a tad bit, the male being more compliant to your whines of wanting to go out of the house (under the condition that he's there with you) or even letting you have a friend or two but never more than four. He doesn't want you running off with them, after all !

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slowdiived · 2 years

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You asked for Kurt requests! so how about (some hc or fic whichever you prefer) Kurt with an s/o that is constantly praising him and giving him attention for things he does to help? Like even if it's not anything *super* helpful they'll still give him plentiful praise for being such a helpful good boy. Bonus points if Kurt becomes addicted to this kind of approval from them and reader figures out hes only fishing for compliments. Thanks love! >:3

YES PRAISE KINK KURT IS MY FAVORITE

he’s a star! 🌟 (kurt kunkle x fem reader)

cannon to my other stories :) smut mentions (boob sucking) but that’s about it for warnings💙

kurt came over and insisted that he could help take you to get your laptop fixed. you had went to open your macbook and of course, it didn’t turn on. you were pissed, this thing was so wishy washy most days but you relied on it heavily for vlogs and videos. he reassured you multiple times that he was fine with editing all the videos but it made you upset that he had to do all the work on his own.

you just didn’t have the right amount of time to go to the apple store and of course, who wants to go to the apple store? that was purgatory. it always feels like your brain is overloaded and melting once you stand there for five minutes. you explained that to kurt over the phone on the morning of your day off. he was quick to rush over to pick you up.

“hey,” you gave him a kiss on the cheek as he came in through the door. “give me like ten minutes before we leave, i have to finish getting ready.”

“that’s more than o-okay!” he said with a forgiving grin.

you run to your room and finish fixing up your hair, trying to do something with the lifelessness of it. once you were satisfied with it being in a low ponytail, you got your shoes on. the high top converse complimented your brown cargo pants and baggy red t-shirt. you smile at yourself and then run to the bathroom that was across the hall. once you got in there you noticed that you roommate’s cat had tipped over the bag of cat litter that sat next to it’s box.

“fuck dude!” you yelled, grabbing the cat and putting it in your roommate’s empty room.

you were pissed since you had to get to the appointment for your macbook in forty minutes. kurt ran over to make sure you were okay.

“i can clean that up for you,” he said as stress ran through your face. “where’s your broom?”

“no, i got it,” you started walking out of the bathroom until he catches your waist.

“no i’m serious,” he smiled. “i want to help my girl.”

you started blushing and rolled your eyes. a smile couldn’t escape your face.

“okay fine,” you point to the hallway closet. “it’s in there.”

he ran over to grab it and ran back to the bathroom. you sit on the toilet lid and watch him as he cleans up. he was pretty fast, scooping and sweeping it into the dustpan, then dumping it back in the bag.

“you are so helpful baby,” you say, your voice sweet and smooth. “you’re a fast cleaner.”

he perks up as he gets the last of it into the dust pan.

“yeah, my mom makes me clean a lot for her,” he set the bag up in a corner where the cat couldn’t push it over again. “i also clean my room everyday, i just like cleaning things.”

he washes his hands that were covered in litter and you let the cat back in. she meowed at you and rubbed against your leg. you gave her a few little pets, careful not to spoil her since you were still pissed at her.

“princess, do that again and i will never give you any catnip again,” you quietly mumble to her.

kurt giggled at you and shut the light off in the bathroom.

“are you ready to r-rock and roll?” he pulled his keys out and flicked them around his finger.

you rolled your eyes at the stupid saying and then walked towards the door. you went to open it but turned around to face kurt, placing your tote bag on the ground for a moment. you hug him, your hands wrapping around his waist in a tight hug. he full embraces it, his arms around your shoulders.

“you are too good to me,” you giggled into his chest. “thank you.”

“of course,” he pulls away and you give him a quick peck to his jaw.

the apple employee told you it would be a few hours until they could return the macbook so kurt took you around some stores. you guys had gotten something to eat and were ready to walk into target. you had a coffee in your hands and you both were walking up to the doors. before you knew it, a car whizzes by you super fast. it was super close to hitting you and you drop your coffee out of panic.

the liquid splashed back onto your pants and drenched your shoes. kurt had a grip on your waist from yanking you away from the car.

“today is just not my day.” you sighed, pissed off that your pants and shoes are now wet and smell like coffee.

he walked you to the main entrance that was out of the street.

“let’s get you a new pair of pants and shoes,” he said, his hand now wrapping on the back of your neck, his thumb on your jaw.

“i don’t think i have enough money to do that,” you sighed. “i’m gonna have to pay for my computer and stuff-“

“no, it’s on me (y/n),” he smiled, pulling your hand to go inside.

“no way,” you ran up to catch him as he lead you inside. “i can’t let you do that.”

he giggled.

“i will do anything for you, i promise it’s fine.”

he squeezed your hand to reassure you and your heart fluttered. you guys walked until you could find the women’s clothes and you went through the jeans. he held onto you, his arms snaking around the back of your waist. his hands pressed into your stomach and his head rested against your shoulder. he gave input on certain jeans that you pulled out, finally picking a pair of baggy ripped ones.

he was excited to buy you something. he hadn’t really spent his money on anything other than food for you. he wanted to shower you with gifts and love and help. he would do anything for you, he was dying to do anything for you. he loved the feeling of his chest whenever you told him ‘thank you’ or just praised him. he just never gets told thank you or shown any appreciation and when you show it, it fuels him.

you had picked out a pair of knock off slip on vans and headed to the self checkout. you scanned the items and kurt pulled out his card.

“thank you again baby,” you held onto his bicep. “you are such a good boyfriend.”

god! he could take you and fuck you on this register just for the beautiful words you play for his ears.

“i just like seeing you happy,” he put the receipt in his pocket. “i want to make you proud of me.”

“i am proud of you,” you gave him soft puppy eyes, your cheeks red. “i’ll always be proud of you.”

after that, you got changed and you guys went back to the car. you weren’t interested in most of the stores since you were tired and wanted to just get your computer and go have a lazy day at home.

kurt kept leaning over to the passenger seat to give you little kisses on your shoulder or your temple, making you giggle.

“you are needy today,” you placed a hand on his thigh. “a good needy boy.”

you laughed but his breath hitched. he smiled wide and bit his lip.

“i like when y-you call me that,” he said with a tone that warmed your entire body, just so sweet and innocent. “i want to be your g-good boy.”

you grabbed both sides of his face, leaning i’ve the center console.

“always.”

you kissed him after your reassurance, his hands set on your neck. you pull away to your phone ringing, your hand shooting to your back pocket and pulling it out. the apple store was calling.

“hello?” you answer shyly.

kurt watched you, studying your face and your eyes. he could get lost in them forever, drift away in the feelings and further explore. he loved the way your nose scrunched up when you said certain words or the way you nervously take your lip between your teeth. he couldn’t even focus on your words, just how much he cared about you.

you hung up the phone and his eyes were still love drunk on you.

“so they are keeping my computer overnight,” you said in a frustrated tone. “so we can just go back home and lay in bed or something.”

he heard your words but he just still kept his eyes on you.

“earth to kurt?” you laugh.

“what?” he grinned.

“let’s get home.”

he obliged and you guys set off. if kurt wasn’t here, you’d probably just be crying over how overwhelmed all the minor inconveniences felt today. you still felt exhausted as it was only two pm but having kurt next to you settled your nerves. you still felt like being quiet and you stared out the window and held kurt’s free hand.

once you got home, you guys ran to your room and shut the door. you fell back on your bed with a huge sigh.

“today sucked,” you mumbled out. “i just want to lay here forever.”

kurt leaned over you, his legs between yours.

“let me make you feel better,” he smiled, kissing you deeply.

you guys go at it for a moment but he pulls away, getting up. he goes to the shoes and pants you threw on the floor, picking them up and soon disappearing from the room. you sit up, confused to what he is doing.

you shrug it off and you get back up to take off the new jeans you bought to put on a pair of comfortable shorts. after you had kicked off your shoes, kurt comes back and you hear the washing machine starting.

“did you put my stuff in the washer?” you asked with a giant smile.

“of course!” he shut the door behind him.

you start taking off your pants and putting on the shorts. he sat on the bed and took off his shirt. he had finally gotten comfortable to be shirtless when you guys hung out. you loved it, kissing his stomach or his chest constantly.

you crawl up next to him and kissed the back of his shoulder. he smiled and turned to face you.

“c’mere,” he gestures with the motion of his head to his lap.

you sit on him and he starts pulling you close, kissing your neck slowly. it turned you on and was ticklish. he went down to your exposed collar bone and you let out little whimpers.

he soon tugs at your shirt and you pull it off, placing it next to you on the bed. he kisses all over your chest, then over the top of your breasts, making your whimpers turn into moans. he then gestures for you to lay on your back and you follow his instructions.

he starts kissing you all over, your stomach to your thighs, your arms and hands. he went all the way to your ankles. you giggled at how happy and sensitive it made you all feel.

“do you feel better?” he asks, a large grin plastered on him.

“you make me feel amazing,” you say, propping yourself on your elbows.

he smiles and starts kissing your chest area again only to pull your boobs out of your bra. you moan at the contact of his hand, every touch making your burn with lust.

he gently kisses your breasts, giving them equal attention. he then takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks gently. you throw your head back and grab a fist full of his slightly greasy hair.

“you are doing so good baby,” you moaned out, making sure he knew you were excited by his actions. “such a helpful good boy.”

that ignited a fire in him and he was determined to make you feel as good as you made him feel.

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