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dayfalwastaken · 1 year

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All the stories are true - Chapter 21 Update

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“It is. I was surprised by how well they managed to capture my likeness with the statues, and the masks.” it wouldn’t comment on the plushies for the time being, for motives it wouldn’t elaborate on.

“Yeah, this thing especially, like, check this out.” he rose, holding the mask near the Puppet’s head for a direct comparison. “It looks just like you!” he set the object back down on his pillow. “But my favorites had to be the plushies! Man, let me tell you something, those little-”

“-That’s enough of that, dear.” Mari put a finger to his mouth, being met with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t mean to sound… vexed- I’m not, but I’ve already heard what you think of those dolls.” his eyes shot open, instantly making sweat start to form on the bridge of his nose as he tried to pull away but found himself against the wall. The Marionette had him cornered. “Could you do me a favor and never speak of them from now on? Unless of course, you’d like for me to enlighten oh, I don’t know, Charlotte perhaps, of what you truly think of me. You know you wouldn’t even survive one day if I had her know about your… animatronic inclinations.” Mari dragged out those last words to get its point across. Matthew gave it a nod while making himself look as small as possible. The Puppet held his gaze, smirking smugly, before taking its finger off his lips and leaning back. The boy looked the opposite way, processing the implications of what he’d been informed of.

“…You’re evil, you know? Whatever you heard, it wasn’t what you-”

“-What I heard was actually highly informative. I never would’ve thought, had it not been for you to so plainly declare your infatuation. What was it you said? Oh, I remember! You talked about the tasteful thickness of my forearms, my thin waist-” it spoke, lacking any trace of shame. “-my slim build- should I go on? Or maybe it’d be better if I let you say it.” static emitted from its music box followed by a click, and then Matthew’s own voice coming came through. It was in that instant that the boy’s face had reached a shade of pink never before seen. Horror painted his features.

“Look at those curves…” the audio began unhelpfully, causing Matthew to flinch upon hearing the unfiltered thoughts that were coming out of his mouth.

“No! Why would you- h- how- just, just stop that, please! I never- I uh, that wasn’t- I- I d- didn’t mean it like that! Mari, you gotta believe me, I- please don’t show Charlie that…” he soon ran out of pleas, holding the Puppet by the shoulders while glancing up at it beggingly. The Marionette shut off the recording, crossing its arms.

“If you promise not to speak like that in public and forget about the bird thing… maybe.”

“I’ll do it. I swear. You won’t ever hear me talk like that again!” he agreed without a second thought. The Puppet chimed in delight.

“Then we have a deal! I’m very glad to hear that. You’ve made the right choice.” he whined at that, pushing the mask aside to cover his head with the pillow. His pouting made it chuckle, going so far as to make the Puppet rub the mirth out of its eyes, but eventually it stopped, and stared at his back. When he remained there, unspeaking, for more than half a minute however, panic decided to flare up through Mari’s chest, instilling a desperate need to placate its child, one born out of fear. His lack of response suggested it had crossed the line for fun. “H- Hey, I’m sorry, you can relax. I don’t plan on telling anyone anything.” the sentences came out strained, as well as poorly said. It hadn’t meant to go this far- Mari never intended to give him this much of a hard time.

Stupid. How can you act like that when you know what- what’s wrong with you? Don’t you know what he’s-…? Idiot. You should know better than to start this, Mari chastised itself, mad that it was so foolish as to cause its child this kind of inner turmoil…

But maybe it was exaggerating. Maybe it shouldn’t worry over nothing- or maybe it shouldn’t assume this hadn’t hurt him. Clearly he was bothered if he wasn’t even trying to answer with one of his own snarky remarks.

Then Matthew pulled his head out from under the pillow faster than a human should’ve been capable of.

“Wait!?! You- you won’t?!” …maybe not. The Puppet breathed an internal sigh of relief. Stupid mind for making it stress like that. Its greatest asset as well as its greatest liability was its mind, and the wrongly inflicted protectiveness it spawned. The Puppet’s child wasn’t so sensitive to be hurt by some teasing when he liked to do it so much in the first place. Oh, how it despised that part of itself. The questioning one that made it think and do unreasonable things. Part of it was tied to Mari’s emotions, but the Puppet was still more than enough machine to use logic rather than the more useless aspects of the human emotional spectrum, and yet somehow it let itself get consumed by worry. But at least Matthew’s mouth hung open, the boy appearing ready to jump into the ceiling from happiness. That calmed it down a notch.

“Yes. I may be evil, but I’m not so malefic that I’d ruin your reputation to such a degree, dear. I care about you, even when you express such things while surrounded by other people. I was only teasing you.” the Puppet defended smoothly. Ease seemed to flood the boy’s system. From the breath he’d held in up till now Mari knew he was seconds away from fainting. “Although, I feel like I should lend you a piece of advice. Coming from me it may not mean that much since I’ve never been in a relationship, but when you like someone try not to speak in a thirsty manner around them, hm?” Matthew snickered nervously, a drop of sweat going down the side of his face. Mari amazed itself with how swiftly it could change tunes from agitated to humorous.

“Y- Yeah, I g- got that, but- uh, it’s not like that! I was talking about the plushies. Not like, you you. It’s `cause they were so… you know, accurate! It’s hard to find toys that are high quality. That’s what I was talking about, even though um… I might not have said it in the best way possible.”

“The cat is out of the bag now, I’m afraid, but not to worry, your secret is safe with me!” it placed a palm over where its heart would be, keeping the other hand raised.

“…You’re loving this, aren’t you?” it was. “But I want us to be clear. I don’t have a crush on you, Stripes. That’d be weird.” he said as he kept his eyes on the bedside lamp. That was cute, but the Marionette had known- or, it had suspected better, and since he’d gone as far as to bring it up, well…

“Hmm, I would’ve better believed that had you not mentioned it just now.” it shrugged nonchalantly. “But I suppose it’s only natural. After all, resisting my charms is virtually impossible, so you cannot be held accountable for falling for them.” Mari explained like it was preaching gospel.

“Well, don’t let me stroke your ego then. It seems you’ve got that covered in spades.” he tipped his head back, eyes closed in a scorn.

“Sweetie, I can make you eat those words.”

“Uh huh. I mean, I don’t doubt it, since you’re the literal devil… but…” the glint in his eyes changed, cluing the Marionette in that he’d just had a second thoughts. “Gah, well, dang it, alright, you know what? Sure, if you feel better hearing it from me… can’t believe you’ve made me admit to this…” he muttered under his breath, visibly annoyed while also ashamed. “I just- I can’t help myself, Mari! I was always a simp for you.”

…

That probably should’ve amused the Puppet, but it couldn’t recognize where the comedy was supposed to be.

“A simp?” it studied its child, puzzled as to what he meant. “Matthew, um, that word is short for simpleton, so I don’t-”

“No, that’s- bah, forget it. Never mind that… I like you, sure, but not like that, so uh- just stop insinuating what isn’t true, `kay? It’s weird.” for some reason or another the Puppet got the impression Matthew did not really agree with his own sentiment.

“I find it precious, but alright. However, what did you mean by… you’ve always been a simp for me?” if Mari were to take that statement at face value, then Matthew had liked it before Henry had created it, but how could the boy have known about it way back then? Was it because of his visions?

“Exactly what it sounds like. I’ve kind of… always liked you- that’s what simp means, a- and I still do. Just not uh- the way you think I do.”

“I understand now.” it said with a nod. “But I was wondering about the always part of it.”

“Ah, well, uh… I s- saw you in my visions, right?” of course. He didn’t sound too sure of himself though, to Mari’s confusion. “Everything you did for the kids, how you were there and looked after them, how mysterious you were and stuff, uh… I couldn’t help but like you, and then, what do I know? Henry brings me out one day to show me and Charlie he’s actually built you, and that you’ll be like, living with us until Fredbear’s opens… It was awesome to meet you. Um…” he paused, biting his upper lip, and then lifted his shoulders. “I was a fan, I guess you could say.” a pleasant something hummed through the Puppet at his words. Its music box sang a plethora of songs all at once, reflecting how grateful it was to receive his admiration. Matthew had a knack for getting a reaction out of the Marionette simply by his way of being, to its glee. “But ah… you don’t think it’s… I don’t know, strange?”

“Oh dear, no, you flatter me. Seeing, or experiencing those visions… as young as you are, they would leave their mark on you, so it’s understandable that in all of that suffering you found something to um, look up to, but well, you do know that wasn’t me in your visions, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, Charlie, I know, but still, it was like, the Puppet, so uh, I didn’t care- or I don’t care that you’re not like that now. I uh, I like you because you’re you- wait, that’s superficial, um… No, I like you because of how you are, and all that you do for me, not just `cause of who you are, if that um… Yeah.” he finished awkwardly, correcting himself. Seeing him worry it would take offence and apologizing- that was so thoughtful of him, but Matthew shouldn’t think that would upset Mari, because it understood what he was saying. The Puppet took a moment to find a suitable reply.

“…Thank you for your honestly, and the trust you’ve shown to share this with me.” except Mari was the one to back him into a corner with the teasing and make him say so. Not the best move, in retrospect… “I know I’ve made you admit to this when you wouldn’t have wanted to, so I apologize for that, but I, um… the simplest way I could put this is that your feelings are reciprocated, platonically, that is…” there, Mari said it. That was… it hadn’t come as hard to admit it as the Puppet would’ve assumed. Still, if it focused, there was a pressure that had been lifted of its chest. “Should I explain what that is or…?” platonic was a big word, and while its child did not usually have trouble with big words, Mari felt responsible to at least ask if he happened to hear one and not know what it was.

“Nah, I know what it is… Wow, this conversation turned unusual real fast- how did we get here? Anyway, uh, so since we’re on the subject of visions, have any lately? And oh, it’s- it’s great to hear it…” he quickly added, struggling to keep the pink off his cheeks.

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jakemoogle · 3 years

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I FOUND A SNORLAX PLUSHIE TODAY AND I LOVE HIM OH MY GOD

#LOOK AT HIM #so damn adorable #it’s going to act as a plushie and intended pillow #pokemon #snorlax

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candymeowz · 3 years

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OM!Characters Reacting To Receiving A Gift From You:

@yukihaie : Give a gift to Beel as an appreciation for his good acts :3

❤️‍🩹 Candyz: How about the SN group? For your enjoyment of course!

Mammon, Satan, Beelzebub, Simeon, and Solomon.

Tw: None(?)

Fluff

Mammon has always been there for you, from the start of the exchange program -though at the time it was reluctantly- to now as your lover and best friend. Yes, he might complain every now and then whenever you ask for his help, but it's obvious how he loves knowing you chose him. Not his brothers, not Diavolo, but him.

The stutter in his words and avoidance of eye contact whenever you do is proof enough.

Thus, why you barged into his door on a random afternoon, holding a giant handmade plushie in both your arms as you wore a look of satisfaction and accomplishment.

"Mammoney!" You called, and he screamed from where he was counting grims on the couch.

"M-Mc! Ya scared the living hell outta me!" He heaved, the grim in his hand clutched tightly as he glared at you. You're sure if you were close enough though, you'd feel his cheeks heating up. "Are ya tryin' to kill me?!"

You snickered, plopping yourself down on the couch besides him.

"Nope! But I do want to show you your new friend!" You dropped the black plushie into his lap, shaped like a blob of crow, ready to be used as a pillow. "Had a bit of trouble choosing the design, so I do hope you like it."

He stared at the crow, it's black beady eyes staring right back at him. Reaching a hand out, Mammon touched the fluff of it's wool, squeezing it and admiring it in detail.

"Ya- ya made this for me?" he asked, a cracked in his voice as he turned to look at you.

"Uhh.. yes?" And suddenly you're insecure. "...Do you not like it? I can take it back, if you want-"

"What- No!" His shout surprised you, and the way he turned around to protect the plushie from being taken by you left a fluttering feeling inside you. "I- I like it. I mean, ya already gave this to the great Mammon, so it's mine now! Ya can't steal it back!" He said as he hugged the plushie in his arms, looking at anywhere but you.

You giggled, closing in to hug him on the couch, closing your eyes as you laid your head on his chest.

"I'm glad."

After a beat, a strong arm wrapped itself around you gingerly, and, not soon after, you felt a tender kiss pressed to your brow.

"Thank you," he whispered, and you smiled.

You looked at the origami bookmark you were making, having taught yourself how to make one online, and... Not to brag or anything, but it looked amazing! It was in the shape of a cat, of course, with black eyes and a cute little blep.

No one needs to know about the pile of failures that's been thrown into the bin.

Satisfied with your work, you marked a page of the book you've bought Satan, intending for him to read the romantic highlighted text, before going to his library of a bedroom, a skip in your steps.

"Satan?" you called, poking your head inside after a 'come in' came from inside.

"Good evening, kitten." He looked up at you with a smile, patting the spot besides him on the bed as he scoots to the other edge, a book in his hand. His arms almost immediately curled around you when you sat besides him, yet a light tint of pink still graces his cheeks.

No matter how many years you've been dating him for, he's still the sweet demon you've known him to be.

"What brings you here?" Satan asked. "I thought you had a special project you needed to get done 'asap'?"

"Well, maybe it's 'cause I've already done it 'asap'." You grinned, holding up the new book. His eyes widen at seeing the book he's been wanting for months now, looking back at you with eyes glimmering in contentment.

"You've bought this... for me?" he noticed the cat sticking out from the top, immediately opening the page. His heart only swelled larger at the sight of a cute origami cat hanging from the top of the book.

"This is- but I- why?" The smile never left his face as he read the text you've highlighted. "Is there a special occasion?"

You giggled. "Nope." You pressed a kiss to his nose. "Just felt like it. Do you like it?"

He answered by pulling you into his lap, setting aside your gift and returning your kiss tenfold.

"I love it."

Knowing Beelzebub was a fan of movies, you've impulsively bought two tickets to a favourite of his when you saw the movie theatres open. Yes, the theatre's open every day, but today's special. Today was... Alright, it was just another Saturday, but who said we can only give gifts to our loved ones on specific days?

Also, he was being such a good demon this week, the amount of times he's caught at the fridge being much lesser than usual... And you saw him help another demon during one of his restaurant hopping activities! Why would you not want to reward him for his good behaviour?

Arriving back home, you saw Beelzebub in the kitchen, washing the dishes as he continued munching on food. How he's managing to do that, you're not sure, but you do know this renders him useless against your plan.

With an evil smirk, you sneaked behind him and slithered your arms around his waist, resting your face against his back and chirping his name.

"I'm back, Beelz," you muttered, and he tensed before relaxing as he realized it was you.

"Hello, cupcake," Beelzebub replied, smiling as he finished the last of the dishes. Wiping his wet hands on the towel and finishing the rest of his food, he turned around to wrap his arms around you in return. "You look happy."

You looked up at him with a grin, cheek to his chest. "Maybe it's because I've bought us tickets to your favourite movie?"

His smile was so wide it was like the sun existed in Devildom, before it suddenly fell. "But why? Did I forget something? Is today special-"

Your eyes widen as you quickly shook your head, grabbing his face and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"No, no. It's just a reward. For being such a good demon."

His smile returned and he immediately returned a quick peck, picking you up as he stared into your eyes. He nuzzled his nose against yours.

"I love you."

"Love you too," you replied. "Now let's go see the movie!"

Simeon, despite his secretive attitude, is a very sweet angel. With how he always takes care of Luke and finds amusement in the smallest of things, you find it comforting whenever you're with him, from cooking a meal together, usually accompanied by Luke, to studying, him teaching you his millenia's worth of knowledge.

So, although it might not be much, you thought you'd gift him something.

"Good morning, starlight," he greeted you when he saw you approaching him, giving a casual kiss to your lips and smiling brightly. "You look quite happy today."

"Mornin', Sim," you replied, hiding the notebook you've bought him in your bag. "Of course I'm happy! I get to see you~."

He chuckled, feeling warm at your comment. "That's nice. Are you ready for our date?" He went to hold out his arm, but you held up a palm to stop him. "Oh?"

You took out the notebook, handing it to him and he stared at it. It's cover had a gorgeous scenery of an autumn forest with a stag and deer in the middle, his name written beautifully in cursive at the dead center. He took it, tracing his name.

"Thank you," he smiled, admiring the artwork. "Did you make this yourself?"

You smiled bashfully."I bought the book, but only handpainted the cover," you said, watching his reactions.

A few seconds of observing the artwork later, he tucked it under his armd and cupped your cheeks, pressing a few butterfly kisses on your face.

"You truly are a talented human," he smiled. "I'll surely treasure it. I've actually prepared something for you as well."

Your eyes widen, excited. "What is it?!"

He pat your head, nodding towards the cafe. "Later, alright?"

You followed him with a skip in your steps.

Cutting the last piece of thread, you leaned back and smiled at your latest project. The satchel was finished, stitched together in a durable pattern with a type of leather that could withstand the most extreme temperatures, ready to be used whenever Solomon went out exploring. You're sure he'll love it. It's even got a couple pockets!

You'd add safety spells on it, but you knew he could cast them better and stronger than anyone else.

Adding a keychain, one that matches yours, you were about to go search for him when you saw the person himself on your bed, clad in his usual black attire with legs crossed and head resting on his hand, an innocent smile on his face as he faced you.

"Hello, beautiful," he said innocently. "I see you've finished your project?"

You screamed as the bag was held to your chest, slowly lowering it down before mustering the sharpest glare you could send him. Solomon raised his hands up in surrender, dare looking surprised.

"Ah, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Where did you come from?" you hissed.

"Uhh... Through the door." Your glare didn't falter. He gulped. "At least I didn't sneak in through the window this time?"

You sighed, huffing out a laughter as you looked at him in disbelief. He legit doesn't know...

For a man so powerful and knowledgeable, he sure can be oblivious and naive at times. Some would say it's an act, but the amount of times he still offered to cook for you despite your honest attempts to stop him is too many.

"You're quiet... Is something wrong?" There was a hint of concern in his voice as he cautiously neared you. Your eyes widen and you immediately shook your head.

"Ah, no! Nothing's- wrong. I just- Nevermind that," you said. "Here, I made this for you..."

He took the the leather satchel, thumbing over his name pressed onto the front, with roses blooming freely around it and making itself at home. Custom made, just for him. His heart filled with tenderness and peace.

You've spent hours making this, for him.

"Thank you," Solomon said, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your forehead. "I'll be sure to use this."

You grinned.

A/N: First of all, ❤️🩹 candyz, I missed you~ and how are you so sweet?! Come chat with me anytime! And Han, tq for the idea~ added Mammon 'cause i didn't do anything for his birthday.

:I've started watching Attack on Titan 😆 it's definitely the most gruesome anime I've ever watched. Already on episode 37 after two days. Update: Day 3 passed and I'm on episode 62. Update: Day 4 and I'm up-to-date(13/9/21) and now I'm sad. DID LEVI DIE?! MY BELOVED 😭 I can't wait for the next ep! Any AoT watchers here?

On a serious note, sorry I didn't post anything for the past week... I realized I'm being rather useless and idk how to get my life back together. 😅

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me satan #obey me satan x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me simeon #obey me simeon x reader #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x reader #obey me fluff #meowz writes #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x reader

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thedandelion-writer · 3 years

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❝sleeping habbits, liyue edition❞

Pairings: Xiao x gn!reader, Ganyu x gn!reader, Zhongli x gn!reader, Keqing x gn!reader

<- Mondstadt edition

A/N: I just thought it'd be cute, okay?

P.s. This is a modern au just because

He sleeps with a nightlight and you cannot tell me otherwise

Don't tease him about it! He will get all cold and snappy

You know why he keeps it on though, it helps with the nightmares

Xiao doesn't really like to sleep, so sometimes you have to coax him into bed

Even then, he's always up before you are

You rub your eyes awake, rolling over to his side of the bed. It was cold, evident that he'd been up for a while now. The window was open, letting in the cool morning air. Xiao always said it helped calm him when his head started getting too loud.

"Breakfast is getting cold," came a gruff voice.

He was leaning against the doorframe.

"It's not my fault you made it so damn early," you yawned and stretched, not bothering to even sit up.

"Come kiss me good morning, or else I'm going back to sleep."

You closed your eyes, offering him your cheek while still comfortably swaddled in blankets. It took some time for him to come over, the crossed arms and annoyed face did nothing to cover his red cheeks.

Briefly pressed his lips to your temple, muttering a "childish" before he walked out.

Sometimes, you'd even have to sing him to sleep

He won't ask you to do it, but when you do, he sleeps relatively better

Acts like he doesn't want you close but when you snuggle up to him, he never refuses

Lets you steal all the blankets because he'd give you the world if you asked for it

The type of person to have a schedule of when to sleep and when to wake up

According to Ganyu, sunlight is nature's alarm clock

She keeps the curtains open to let natural moonlight in because for some reason, it makes her feel safe. And in the morning, she's up when the first rays of sunshine hit her face

Would love to sleep in if she could honestly, but duty calls (she'll just take an afternoon nap later)

Also snores lightly, not enough to disturb you, but enough for you to coo to yourself at how adorable she sounds

For some reason, it was still dark, and you were already awake.

"What time is it," you made sure to lower your voice, then propping up your body on your elbows to check the time on Ganyu's bedside table.

"4:32 am...what the hell..."

You looked over to your sleeping girlfriend, hair looking an even deeper hue of indigo due to the pre-sunrise sky. She whimpered, shifting about a little, and you were afraid she would wake up, so you caressed hair ever so gently.

"Shh, it's alright," you whispered. "That's it, don't wake up yet, you've got a busy day tomorrow."

You kept your hand on the side of her head, eventually falling asleep to her soft snores and the peacefulness of it all.

She gets cold feet, so one day you decided to buy her a bunch of cute socks and now she wears them everywhere. Even to work!

Ganyu also likes scented candles, preferably nature inspired fragrances like rain, grass, etc

You grew to like them as well, and now you both can't sleep without lighting one every night before bed

This man sleeps like a rock

No pun intended, I'm being serious

If anyone remembers that scene in Mulan 2 when Mushu unsucessfully tries to wake Shang up by crashing his cymbals? Then yeah, like that

Minus the part where Shang eventually wakes up

I'm only half kidding

He doesn't move either. Like at all.

Zhongli would stay in the same position throughout the night, which is usually facing you

This makes for opportunities

"Lao gong~" you inched your face closer to his, testing if he was asleep before proceeding admiring him as if he were a marble statue at a museum.

You poked his cheek. No reaction. You brushed his bangs away from his forehead, kissing him there, down to his nose and then at the corner of his mouth. You'd have to save one more for later.

"Truly, how did I get so lucky?" You settled in between one arm, lying your head down on his chest.

If only we could stay like this forever. That would be enough.

The beating of his heart matched yours, the sheets intermingled your warmth with his, never have you felt this connected to another being. In the quiet moments of the night, you told him you loved him.

*lăo gōng (老公) a sweet way of calling one's husband

Whenever either of you have trouble sleeping, tea is always the answer (or just for those cold nights)

Therefore, a boiler, tea pots/cups, and a variety of tea bags could be found in the bedroom

Goodnight kisses are a must, almost always given from him to you.

No matter when she sleeps, Keqing will always wake up at the same time every morning

And no matter where you both start out at the beginning of the night, she would always end up tangled with you

Not that you mind, but she got all huffy and embarrassed at first

Now she just accepts that it's her fault

Something was tickling your nose. In a bleary daze, you tried to lift your hand to swipe whatever annoyance was causing it--to no avail. Both your arms, and even your legs were locked down by a weight.

You blowed at it, scrunched up your face to hopefully get rid of the itch. Which backfired because your movements caused Keqing to stir, tilting her head up a bit and shoving hair into your already violated nostrils.

"Oh archons I'm gonna..." your eyes turned watery, shoulders rising as you tried to suppress it. And failed, yet again.

"A-ACHOO!"

You lurched violently, waking your lover up in the process. But at least the itch went away, and your limbs were no longer constricted!

"Y/N, couldn't you have sneezed into a pillow?" Keqing grumbled (as you can tell, not a morning person).

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, it's just...your head was so close to my face and-"

She held up a palm as if to say 'I get it, please shut up', and laid back down, scooching to the end of her side of the mattress.

As if that would do anything! She'd likely invade your territory again before daybreak, you guarantee it.

"Uhh- tian xin, maybe if you tied your hair? You know you're just going to come to me again."

Keqing thought about it for a moment (or maybe drowsiness delayed her reaction time), so she reached into her bedside drawer, handing you a ribbon.

She spread out her locks onto the pillow and turned to face the other way, pointing for you to do it for her.

You chuckled, getting to work, even giving her a short scalp massage in the process. After tying the knot, she was back to being fast asleep.

Snaking an arm around her waist, you kissed her shoulder, wishing to join her once again in slumber.

*tián xīn (甜心) meaning sweetheart

**mom i'm finally using my sucky chinese for something useful, aren't you proud?

You can't tell me she doesn't have at least one Morax plushie

One time you got jealous because it was like that one meme

Ah yes, my girlfriend and her favourite thing to cuddle to sleep, her Rex Lapis doll

You find out that Keqing actually needs to hold something to sleep properly

Which is cute but she'd deny deny deny

Later on, she latches onto you (as shown above)

You're warm, she says

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wonderwomanfantasy · 4 years

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Rilled up

This isn’t very cannon but soft bakugou make my brain go brrrr

Omega!Bakugou X Alpha!Reader

word count: 1,500

warnings: swearing, that's about it

Summary: Bakugou isn’t clingy, He just isn’t so shut up and just go cuddle him okay?

Despite being an Alpha, you weren’t all that confrontational, in fact, you avoided fights as often as you could. And if what people said about opposites attracting was true then you were destined to find yourself a rowdy little omega. So when you met Bakugou, you knew he was perfect.

Bakugou acted as aggressive, territorial, and brutish as any Alpha. it was almost jarring to smell the sweet caramel scent that radiated off of him. Your alpha purred at the smell and you knew you had to win him over.

He had been reluctant to let you court him in the beginning, but even he, as stubborn as he was, couldn’t deny the pull between the two of you. you were simply meant to be together. He had agreed to court you on the condition that you wouldn’t baby him like other omegas. Even though you had promised not to pamper him, there were times where you simply couldn’t help yourself. Like now for instance.

You were in his nest with your body wrapped around him like ivy. Bakugou didn’t complain, instead, he nuzzled into your protective embrace. He enjoyed drowning in your scent. His whole nest smelled like you, but the scent was starting to fade, so he had dragged you in here to set things right.

Katsuki wore a gentle smile on his face as he teetered on the edge of consciousness. As cute as he was when he went ballistic, this softer calmer Katsuki was nice too.

“ ‘Suki it’s getting late,” you whispered earing a small groan of protest. you smiled and pulled away from him. you didn’t really intend on leaving but it was fun to tease him. Before you could even crawl to the outer circle of his nest Bakugou was yanking you back into place with a threatening growl.

“You’re not going anywhere dumbass, you didn’t even scent me what kind of shitty alpha are you?” he barked tightly holding you in place.

“If you wanted me to scent you all you had to was ask,” you teased rubbing your neck over his face, throat, and his hair. letting your scent absorb into his skin. Katsuki purred as you ran your fingers threw his spiky blonde hair.

“Stay,” he growled fisting his hand in your shirt.

“I will,” you promised with a yawn, it really was getting late.

“I mean it dumbass If you aren’t here when I wake up I'll kill you,” he grumbled.

“Relax Omega I’ll be here,” you muttered. you waited for him to fall asleep enjoyed his relaxed features before slowly drifting off to sleep yourself. you loved how much he trusted you, and how he sought protection in your arms. technically you weren’t supposed to share dorms like this but you didn’t care about stupid rules like that and Bakugou, who did care about stupid rules like that, could never seem to resist you. so more often then not, you found yourself sleeping In Bakugou’s room.

Katsuki was the first to wake up. for a moment he couldn’t find you and he panicked whirling around. you had pulled away from him at some point in the night you had shifted away from him. Bakugou was glad to find you before you woke up so he could snuggle back into your chest under the guise of still being asleep.

“mmm stop pushing me ‘mega,” you groaned batting him away.

“Shut up I’m just trying to get your lazy ass up,” he snapped trying to hide the blush on his face.

“lair,” you snorted sitting upright and stretching. you pressed a sleepy kiss to his temple before standing up and moving to the door

“Get dressed or you’ll be late babe,” you teased before ducking out of his room, just narrowly missing the All Might plushie he chucked at you. As soon as you were gone Bakugou started to miss you again. He hated how weak you made him feel but there was something pleasant about the ache. he nuzzled his freshly scented nest breathing you in one last time before getting ready for the day.

He didn’t get the chance to see much of you during the day, there was just to much shit both of you had to do. It was all made worse by the fact that while he was stuck in stupid revisional courses you were at your internship actually getting to fight crime leaving him behind in the process.

Not that he cared or anything It wasn’t like he was the boss of you. you could do whatever you wanted and Katsuki wasn’t going to complain. Even if he pretended not to care that didn’t stop him from missing you.

So when you were supposed to meet him after school he was pissed when you didn’t show. All he wanted was a god damn hug, was that too much to ask? you were his Alpha you were supposed to be all annoying and overly affectionate. With a grumble, he padded off to look for you.

you gulped looking down at the omega pressing herself to your chest, her sickly sweet scent sticking to your clothes.

“I- uhm thought you needed help with carrying something?” you tried meekly backing away from her.

“That was a lie to get you alone- but you aren’t mad are you alpha?” she laughed following you as you retreated until you were pressed against the wall.

“I have an Omega you know-” you tried to explain weakly you really didn’t want to have to fight this girl physically if you didn’t have to but it looked like that she wasn’t getting the message.

“I know but I just think we would be a better fit, I love you so much (y/n) More than that brute ever could,” She purred. Something primal snapped inside of you. while you could handle her advances on you, it almost sounded like she was insulting your omega and you wouldn’t stand for that. a low growl built in your throat but before you could do anything she was wrenched off of you.

Bakugou had no problem holding the smaller Omega in the air by the scruff of her neck he growled threateningly before dropping her to the ground.

“If you don’t want to get your ass blown into a million pieces you’ll leave my Alpha alone,” he barked as the other Omega tore out of the room Before he whirled around on you.

“Thank you for rescuing me,” you laughed awkwardly Bakugou just growled begore grabbing you by the wrist and yanking you into his arms. roughly he began scenting you until the stranger's scent was no longer noticeable. you could almost laugh, you had never been scented so roughly, but you knew he would kill you if you did laugh now.

“Shitty Alpha letting Other Omegas get close to you like that, what were you trying to make me jealous? how the fuck are you supposed to be a hero if you can’t even fight off pushy omegas?” he growled and this time you couldn’t stop your laughter. you giggled and tackled Katsuki in a tight hug.

“Ah but I have such a strong Omega to protect me,” you crooned planting soft kisses all around his face He tried to shove you away but your grip held as you clung to him for all it was worth, still laughing and kissing him.

Bakugou dropped the incident after that, but you could tell it was eating away at him. He spent the rest of the day staring at you from across the room like he was trying to gauge whether or not you really liked that other omega, but every time you asked him he told you to fuck off.

Again you found yourself in his nest late at night all though this time he wasn’t clinging to you. Instead, he was coiled around a pillow not looking at you. “ ‘Suki stop pouting and talk to me,” you whined reaching for him.

“Eat shit I’m not pouting,” he snapped as you pulled him into your arms and kissed the back of his neck. seemingly against his will he shuddered and melted into your arms.

“You know I love you right?” you purred

“Of course I do dumbass,” he growled then suddenly his voice turned surprisingly soft

“I just hate people getting touchy with you and thinking I’m a bad Omega,” He sighed.

“you wouldn’t leave me for a more feminine Omega would you?” he whispered you turned him around so he could look you in the eye.

“Of course not Omega, I love you and I wouldn’t have you any other way,” you assured him, brushing his blonde bangs back and out of his face.

“No Shit I’m the best-” he laughed snarkily, his full confidence suddenly back. you just rolled your eyes and went back to holding him. You really did love your unconventional omega

#bakugou x reader #imagine bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #bakugou imagine #omega bakugou #alpha bakugo #alpha bakugou katsuki #my hero academia head cannon #my hero academia abo #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia #alpha reader

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kanene-yaaay · 3 years

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5+1 [Part 3]

5 times Iida was tickled and the one time he wasn’t.

[PART ONE]

[PART TWO]

Kanene’s note: Heyaaa! Okay, I just want you to know that I am WEAK for b-day tickles ! It's just so cute and :'3 *whispering softly* truly precious. Oh, Tenya is 12 years old now! Y a y

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic with family tickles, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of very greeat arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Tenya with Ler!Hizashi + Ler!Aizawa with brief Ler!Tensei and Lee!Aizawa. All relationships are platonic. Around 1.800 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Allow yourself to have a slow day. Don’t forget to drink water, sleep and eat! <33

[~*~]

Iida drank a second cup of his special orange juice - used only on commemorative days and events - thoughtfully. His birthday party would be late in the evening and, since his family wanted to make it a surprise, he would spend the whole day hanging out with his brother, Aizawa-san and Hizashi-san until all the preparations would be complete. He, of course, offered himself to help with all the decorations, but his parents were firm on their decision and Tenya would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to have some quality time with his brother and the other two heroes. Their work usually demanded a lot of their time.

Still locked on his thoughts, as the doorbell rang, the teenager opened the door without a second thought in a polite stance, being rudely pulled out of his own mind as he stared at Aizawa and Hizashi, both with dangerous smirks that suddenly filled Iida with clear memories of a tradition Tensei started on the boy’s birthday and his ‘uncles’ (Tenya one day protested at the nickname, pointing it didn’t make sense call them like that because they aren’t blood related. However, his parents explained that this was just a way to express fondness and closeness for someone you care about. The younger one began to call them uncles with more frequency, except on social gatherings) caught on it as well.

“Hello! ~” Hizashi chipped, making goosebumps run down his spine as Iida closed the door on their face, internally wincing at the clear disrespectful act, however valuing much more his safety than being a polite host.

(But, actually, he wasn’t truly anxious about it. They were always nice and kind with him, making him smile and enjoy himself, even when he wasn’t the perfect model he struggled to be.)

Tensei’s head peaked from the second living room’s hall as he dashed at full speed across it, accompanying his baby bro with ease and drops of confusion. “Who was it at the door?”

“Uncles!” Tenya frowned in concentration as he turned the corner, lowering his speed enough to not go face first on the wall, cheeks slightly red and sputtering starting to become present on his tune. “They are going to do that hideous tr-tradition you started when I was a kid!” And Iida Tenya, future hero from a whole noble ancestry of skilled heroes, definitely did NOT pout at his brother’s carefree laughter.

“Oh, yeah! I forgot about that! It’s so polite of them to help me to remember, don’t you think?”

“No!! It’s not polite! High level heroes like you shouldn’t be committing such embarrassing, hideous act in the first place, even less repeating it yearly!!”

“Aww, you’re repeating your words. You’re excited, aren’t you?” Tensei smiled, knowing his brother enough to notice that gleam in his eyes and the lack of a real protest in his words. He ignored the squeaked ‘NO!’ thrown at him and smiled even wider, doing a fast maneuver that put his body between his brother and the door, hugging him on his chest with a ‘oof’ when they inevitably collided. “You know what? Since they’re being so nice with us, I think we should repay their kindness, right?” Tensei grinned when he heard the footsteps coming closer, shouting “HEY, GUYS! BIRTHDAY BOY IS HERE!”

“Tensei!!” But he was already smiling, squirming excitedly on his brother’s hold, especially when a loud, happy ‘YEAHHH!’ boomed through the house. “No, no!! This is betrayal! Deception! Dishonesty! Trickery! Treason!!!”

“Now you’re just reciting the dictionary.” Ingenium laughed, no hint of regret on his voice, distractedly nodding at his friends when they appeared at the door. “Look,” he whispered, conspiratorially, “I will need you to distract them until Shouta lowers his guard so I can sneak upon him. Hizashi would never pass up an opportunity to tickle him too, so you will be safe to run and get something useful for us to bribe them with, ok?” The younger gasped, quickly nodding. “Right. So, are you ready for your part of the plan, sidekick?”

“YES!” Iida chomped the air, voice louder than he originally intended, but his squeal even louder as the other Iida squeezed his side before any hint of what they were talking about could be noticed by the two guests, who now were now much closer, I might say.

“Now, now. It seems like a little listener here is excited for his so desired birthday tickles!!” Hizashi wiggled his fingers in his direction, meaneancily. “Oh! They grow up so fast! It feels like it was yesterday we would be playing heroes, and I, the most incredible villain LoudChaos would be defeated by Ingenium Junior and his vicious attacks of kicking his pillows at me!!” The blond pinched his cheek playfully, watching as the groan of his nephew dissolved in a determined look a few seconds later, energetic gestures following him.

“You will never be able to crack me, villains. Not even with embarrassing memories from my childhood!”

“I don’t know, I think those times when we had to buy at least three copies of your favorite plushie because otherwise you wouldn’t let us wash the original was pretty- ack! Hey, hey!” Tensei snickered as he tried to dodge from Tenya’s warning kicks, “I was kidding! I was kidding!”

“Want me to hold him?” Aizawa asked nonchalantly, a small quirk of his mouth showing his amusement about the whole situation. At Tensei's affirmative nod he held the younger’s arms above his head, briefly messing with his neat combed hair before smirking. “Congrats for being twelve years next to death, brat.”

Tenya deadpanned at him.

“Ooh, right, twelve!!” Hizashi’s fingers were teasingly getting closer, slowly and then even slowlier, almost touching a spot before pretending to launch at others, resulting in kicks and muffled shrieks from the younger one. “You know what that means, right, Shou?”

“Yes. We will have to tickle him for twelve entire years.”

“Aw, such a pity.”

“No! Lies! That is incorrect!”

“Is that so, not-so-little listener? What should we do then?”

“According to your rather silly and foolery tradition you should tickle me for twelve entire minutes. One minute for each year.”

Aizawa and Yamada shared a look, Tensei holding his chuckles and tears in the background. His brother was just way too much precious.

“We should what?” Shouta questioned with a voice completely devoid of emotion, maybe that is why Tenya felt the answer slip away from his lips easily even before he could register the potential trap.

“Tickle me!”

“Well,” Hizashi attacked, skilled fingers tickling and tickling and tickling every spot they could research. “If you insist.”

There were fingers dancing on his ribs and poking his stomach as a maddening prodding began to be delivered on his sides and even a squeeze found its way to his knee. A much more lazy, almost unbearably light touch drew shapes on his neck, scribbling lightly and softly to his ears and then all the way back to his collarbone, going from one side to another, over and over again.

“Coothie coothie coo, little listener!!” His loud laughter, intertwined with squeaks, yelps and guffaws due the mix between all the soft and energetic tickles, almost made the teasing disappear. Key word: Almost. “Have a tickle, tickle here!” He shook his head, trying to dislodge the fingers on his neck. “And tickle, tickle, tickle there!” Spidering on his shoulder blades made him squirm more. “Have all the tickles, tickly tickles everywhere!!”

“YOHOHOHOU WILL NOT DEFEHEHEAT ME!” Tenya’s smile was almost taking over his entire face, chuckles and giggles spilling freely from him. Yet, - he decided, - he has an important part of the plan and would not lose easily! That was the only reason why he continued firm on his position, figuratively laughing his head out, and definitely not because of how their attention and silliness made him feel happy, safe and loved.

“Of course not.” Shouta paused for a few pieces of seconds, checking his phone. “You still have five minutes left. I am sure you will agree to a defeat, eventually.”

“Nehehever!” Iida did his best to shout, quick, airy snickers floating in the air when Yamada decided to give him a break, leaving only Shouta’s torment to keep the other smiling.

“Hey, hey, hey, little listener!” Tenya knew this tune. He knew that when Uncle Hizashi used that he was planning something. His smile became wobblier and he refused to open his eyes. “Come on, don’t let me hang on here! Look at me, pleaaase?”

The boy just shook his head, eyes still firmly closed.

“Shoouuu, he doesn’t want to see the big, great, amazing surprise I have for him! That is not fair.”

“He is smart. It’s not his fault for your lack of charisma.”

“Gaaasp! You wound me! Friendship ended with Ereaserhead, now my new best friend is Tensei!”

A pause.

“Buuuut, the vacancy is still open if maybe, just maaaybe,” A wiggly finger tickled under his chin, a snort flew in the air, “a clever teenager with a cute laughter and blue hair decides to open his eyes…”

“Yohohou will not crahack me!”

“Please,” Poke, “Please, please, pleasepleaseplease!” Poke, poke, pokepokepoke-

“Stop!” And then he finally opened his eyes, finding a very smiley Hizashi in front of him, making a silly face. He half groaned and half giggled, the former action only due Aizawa’s tickles, of course.

“Aw, you didn’t find it funny?” The blonde crossed his arms, pretending to think about his next move. “Donut worry, then! I know something that will make you laugh!!”

And then, in a blink of an eye, he blew a gigantic raspberry on his tummy.

In the exact moment Tenya’s loud, uncontrollable, squeaky belly laughter exploded, Aizawa let go of his arms, a surprised, sharp snorts coming out as Tensei hugged him from behind, his hands being quick to attack his unprotect armpits, low muffled squeals and rumbling chuckles beginning to float in the air.

Tenya fell on his knees, hugging his stomach and tittering non stop as Yamada tenderly ruffled his hair, giving the boy’s cheeks another gentle pinch before getting his attention captured by his best friend’s tickled laughter, his wicked grin making another appearance.

“Is it already Tickle Shouta hours??” He cracked and wiggled his fingers, making a whole show of getting prepared, crackling in delight as the black haired adult laughed harder at the silliness, laying completely limp on Ingenium’s embrace, face starting to be colored by a light red, legs kicking and a hand hiding his mouth, even if the corner of his smile was still clearly visible.

And, as Iida laid on the cold floor, rarefied giggles escaping from time to time, as new laughter and teases filled the room, he thought that he actually didn’t mind that much that such foolery, silly tradition had wormed its way in their family.

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guardianoftheotherside · 2 years

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You as Horsemens comfort character

What if you were their comfort character?

War: Youngest horsemen was on his run to prove his innocence when it start heavy raining. He don’t mind rain, he like it but now is not a good weather to travelling. He stopped in a cave where he want to wait for rain to stop. He felt his eyes being heavier and soon he felt asleep.

He found himself in strange place. Everything is in light blue and calming aura make him relaxed. Soon he saw a human. They have e/c and l/c h/c . He recognized Y/N- a human that he saw before in fanfiks that Strife showing him when they were ogether.

-Hi War-Y/N said with a smile

-Y/N?!-War was suprised

- Yep.

-But you are not real

-I know. But you are and I only want to say that you are doing great and I’m proud of you. You are not alone and trust me that me and your sliblings believe in your innocence. Truth sooner or later see the light of daylight and you and Ruin be tohether like in good old days. I be watching over you and cheering you. We ‘ll see each other soon.

Y/N hugged him and War return hug.

When war get up he found that he is hugging the little plushie of Y/N- gift from Strife for his birthday. “ Y/N what a shame that you are not real. But promise to you that I prove my innocence... for you.” he wispered to a plushie.

Death: The voices inside his head was talking again. That was driving him insane byt suddenly he felt someones heand in his arm. He turn around ready to shout at anyone who was brave enought to make such act when he saw a familiar l/h c/h with e/c. That was Y/N from Strife’s stories readen somewhere in internet. Y/N was calming smile on their lips and warm look in eyes. Voices suddenly stop whispering but Y/N take a voice instead.

-Hi Death. I know that all of this voices are a pain in your head* laught* but I assume you that everything is going to be ok and I’m proud of you.

Y/N took off his mask and continue

-You don’t have to hide your face under this ridiciolus mask. Showing emotions is ok and perfectly showing that you are someone with history and emiotins.

While Y/N was talking he start to feeling happines that he is not alone and start tearing apart.

-I have to go, but I’ll be watching over you and we’ll see each other soon.

Y/N disappeard and Death start to crying and thinking to himself ” Y/N how are you not real yeat so real at the same time?”

Strife: He had another argument with Death and gone to his room to calm himself. As soon as he get to his bed he saw a moving in the corner of his eye. Thinking that it is enemy he took his pistols aiming to shadow when suddenly

-Strife, easy. It’s me.-Y/N said with smile

-Y/N?! It’s really you?

That was Y/N- a human that he met while reading fanfiks and imagines on Tumblr and who was his favourite character. They had the smile and looking just like he remembered from posts.

-Yep. It’s me. Can I sit?-Y/n asked showinh finger to bed

-Yea.- he sit with them

-I’m here to say that you are great just because you are youreself. Don’t stop. Ignore Death, he just try to ignore his own pain and owerhelming of this negative emotions make him snap sometimes. Don’t hide your own pain with jokes because it only make you feel worse. I always be there for you, and now go take your horse to a ride and have fun.

Y/N hugged him and disappeard. Strife now was hugging a pillow

-Y/N. Why aren’t you real?

Fury: She was involved in a fight with demon, but not feel happines after she won. She never admit it but sometimes all what she need is someone to listen to her problems- not giving stupid advices but only someone to just listening and making her feel more than killing machine. Let’s be real, she is not mindless and emotionalles person. When she come back to cave where she left some of her belongings that she intend to sell to Vulgrim she saw someone standing back to her.

-Turn around you thief or I’m going to kill you without hestination

-Easy Fury. It’s me Y/N

She knew Y/N only from imagines in internet that showed her Strife. Whenever she have a free time she come back to stories and reading it because she start to liking this e/c character. Now they were standing in front of her just like she remember them from fanfiks.

-What are you doing here?!

-I’m just come to tell you that you don’t have to hiding your problems nor struggle on this poor demons and angels* laught* I know that if they are attaking you you need to defend youreself but if they just minding their own bussines? Let them. When you need to talk to someone your sliblings and me are for you at every moment.

Suddenly Y/N was looked up behind her and said

-Someone is comming. I had to go. But remember* hug her* You are not alone. See you soon!* disappeard*

Fury start to feeling strange warm after hug and start to feel im place. “ Thank you Y/N. I need to thank Strife for introducing you to me.” Soon she had a chance because the person who Y/N heard was... Strife.

#Darksiders #Strife #War #Fury #Death #imagines #comfort and love for the four #comfort imagine

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neo-ct23 · 3 years

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please do yangyang for the fluff alphabet:)

Hey y’all, I will say please only request one person at a time because I’m doing these in response to asks and I’m indecisive!!

Also, sorry about the delay on this! These are pretty time consuming. If anyone wants to send easier or shorter asks I’d love to do those!!

Affection: Their love language & how affectionate they are.

Annoying little kisses. Tries to piss you off sometimes but it’s out of love.

Behavior: How their behavior is when it’s just the two of you vs with their other members around.

I feel like he’s very authentic. Doesn’t act super different around others. Probably a lot sweeter around you. Annoys you but always regrets it.

Cuddles: HC about cuddling with them.

Probably plays with your hair. Says he doesn’t like when you play with his but he actually loves it.

Dates: First date & their favorite thing to do on dates as well.

Probably takes you out & you get all dressed up, except instead of him taking you to a nice restaurant he’d take you to a fast food place or maybe even a bodega. Finds a way to make it romantic though. It turns into his favorite date activity.

Effort: The ways they put effort into their relationships. How they to the extra mile.

Buys you stuff!!! We already know he’s a big spender and spending his money on you would be his favorite. Also of course affection.

Future: How often they think of the future, their plans, etc.

I mean he’s made that comment about “anything can happen” before, however I don’t think he thinks about the future that much. Probably only does it when he has a deep conversation with someone. Also when he’s drunk. Probably not direct about it with you.

Gifts: What they like to both give and get for gifts.

Designer clothes, jewelry, shoes you want, plushies and blankets, probably once buys you a pillow cover with his face on it.

Habits: Any habits, good or bad, that they may have.

He’s always annoying the other members, as we know. However, he knows when to stop and be serious. Sometimes it gets out of hand.

Insecurity: Their main insecurity and how to comfort them about it.

Probably insecure about his talent. Rapping, singing, dancing, etc. He first came to SM barely knowing how to do any of it and has come such a long way since then. Still not sure if all the effort he’s put in has made him talented though.

Junior: What they were probably like as a kid.

Troublemaker. Not as much of one as he could have been, but probably the clumsy kid who became a troublemaker. Was probably good in school though.

Kisses: Your first kiss story and their favorite type of kiss

Honestly I feel like Yangyang would kiss someone even before the first date. Maybe you’re hanging out and there’s an awkward moment of silence before he just slowly leans in and kisses you softly. A very soft first kiss. He’s too shy to touch you. His favorite types of kisses hmmm. Probably loves when you kiss his neck and loves kissing your hand.

Liquor: How well they handle it/how much they can handle.

Probably one of the members in wayv that drinks the most, but I don’t see him drinking much. He enjoys his life the way it is and doesn’t feel the need to alter it with alcohol. Drinks casually. Handles it pretty well. Probably starts saying random stuff in German when he’s drunk.

Mature: How mature or immature they are and the ways they show it.

Quite immature, but that’s nothing new. Annoys everyone, but as I said before he usually knows when to stop.

No: A dealbreaker for them. Something they couldn’t deal with in a relationship.

If you’re not patient in general or patient with him, he’d feel like he’s wasting your time. Would also feel bad about being his true self around you.

Online: How public your relationship would be. Whether or not they’d post about you online.

Wouldn’t be able to resist posting about you. Posts shots of you sleeping or you guys holding hands.

Protective: How protective and jealous they get.

Gets more jealous than protective. I feel like he especially feels jealous if you’re talking to Lucas. I get the vibe that as close as they are, he’s very intimidated by Lucas and would feel like he’s losing you to him.

Quarrel: What fights would be like with them, what they’d be about, etc. Might get a lil angsty.

Probably not a lot of serious fights but I feel like if they were, he’d be a really good listener. Might get defensive, but still would try his best to understand.

Room: What their room is like, living habits, etc.

Not the neatest or the quietest, that’s for sure. He does room with Kun, though, so maybe he’s improved/improving.

Social: Their favorite way to communicate with their s/o when they’re not around, how social they are, etc.

Very social all the time. Social battery is long lasting. People get tired of him before he can get tired of them.

Travel: Where they want to go & what they want to do.

Probably wants to go back to Europe and explore more of it. Especially Germany and England to visit and probably wants to explore Italy or Spain.

Unwind: What helps them relax after a long day.

He’d be so sleepy he’d just take a nap. Probably sleeps way longer than intended and wakes up the next morning instead.

Vulnerable: What makes them vulnerable & why.

Talking about his jealousy. He probably hates talking about emotions with you. Doesn’t want you to know he’s insecure.

Wedding: whether or not they want to get married, if/how they would want to do it, etc.

Probably in the distant future. As I said before, he doesn’t think too hard about the future. Wants to do it but doesn’t care how it happens.

X: an AU that comes to mind.

I could definitely see him as a barista. Would get all nervous seeing attractive people come into the coffee shop.

You: Their absolute favorite thing about you & why.

He loves your hands. Loves to hold them and loves when they’re on him. Especially back hugs & hand holding.

Zzz: Cute sleeping HC.

Sleeps in ball form. Quiet sleeper. Gets adorable bedhead in the morning. Probably sleeps with a sleep mask.

#Yangyang #liu yangyang #Yangyang fluff #wayv #fluff AZ #yangyang x reader

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notveryglittery · 4 years

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birthday prince (3)

summary: virgil decides roman deserves a day off. words: 2,100 / ship: prinxiety (roman/virgil) author’s note: this is part three of my Giving The Gay Anything He Wants series for roman’s birthday (june 4)! all ships are written implied romantic but i’m not stopping you from interpreting it otherwise. check the end notes on ao3 for credit on these gifts (bc i don’t know where to put them in this post)! i hope you enjoy!!

part 1 (roceit) | part 2 (logince) | part 3 (prinxiety) part 4 (royality) | part 5 (dlampts) read on ao3

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“Best two out of three.”

“I thought this was a birthday gift!”

“Yes and?”

“So why don’t I automatically get to pick the first movie?”

“Because I know you’re on a princess kick and full offense, if I have to deal with a talking animal as the comedic relief sidekick, I might actually die.”

“... Okay. Fine, okay, that’s fair.”

“On shoot.”

One, two, three, shoot — Virgil’s scissors versus Roman’s paper meant that the birthday boy did, in fact, not get to pick the first movie. He feigned upset for only a few moments longer before flopping back into their pillow fort. He supposed, given all the hard work Virgil had put into this, he could put up with one non-princess Disney film.

Earlier in the day, Virgil had rather unceremoniously kicked Roman out of his own room, claiming he had something important to do. Were it not for how close they’d grown, Roman would have been upset and suspicious; he trusted Virgil now, though, and knew that nothing would go wrong. He’d spent an hour playing cards with Logan and Patton before Virgil shouted for him from upstairs. When he’d arrived back to his room, it looked almost unrecognizable. It was mostly illuminated by fairy lights, providing a cozier feel than what he was used to; the floor to ceiling windows looked out into a rainy forest instead of the usual rolling hills; his bed had been turned into a truly impressive collection of blankets, pillows, cushions, and stuffed animals. The canopy had been removed which bothered him a little but only until he realized the projector that had been set up, pointing at the ceiling. There was a basket at the foot of the bed, filled with snacks and bottled drinks. Roman figured they could stay here for the next twenty four hours and be perfectly fine.

Surrounded by what was possibly every soft thing to be found in the Mindscape, Roman clutched Mrs. Fluffybottom to his chest as Virgil got the movie set up. She’d been his favorite plushie for the entirety of his existence; he’d taken her on many adventures over the years but she’d comforted him through a number of breakdowns too. He swore there was actually something magical about her.

Virgil threw himself down next to Roman; he had swapped out his usual hoodie for one that was fully dark purple and had even longer sleeves. After Roman had stopped gawking around his room, Virgil had tossed a sweater at him. It was so bright it was practically neon but it was rainbow print and he loved it. He’d immediately changed out of his t-shirt and had grabbed Virgil in a tight hug. Roman definitely intended on starting a sweater paw fight at some point during their movie marathon.

“You good with Hercules?”

“No comedic relief sidekicks, huh?”

“Phil is not a sidekick!”

“What? Are you trying to tell me right now that Philoctetes is a main character? You can’t say he isn’t comedic relief! He gets hurt just for laughs way too often!”

“No! I mean. Maybe?”

Roman laughed, bumping his shoulder against Virgil’s. “Whatever, you dork. Of course I’m good with it. You could have picked The Black Cauldron and I would’ve been good.”

“Talking animal. Comic relief. Sidekick. Gurgi checks all of those boxes. I would’ve been going against my own word.”

“Hmm, fair,” Roman said, humming a little.

As the Muses began singing them through the opening, Roman took a moment to appreciate everything Virgil was doing for him. The basket of goodies was stocked with every one of Roman’s favorite snacks, including enough chocolate to make him sick. In fact, it’d been the first thing he’d decided on, before Virgil could even tell him what the plan for the day was. Not that it was really much of a plan, anyway. Today specifically had been set aside just for Virgil to spoil Roman however he wanted. That apparently meant marathoning Disney movies, napping as much as they pleased, and eating all the junk food they wanted. It was a far cry from how Roman usually spent his time; what with all of the projects he was constantly juggling, or the content he had to help Thomas produce, or the issues to take care of in the Fantasy Realm. He didn’t really realize even how hard he was always working.

Apparently, however, Virgil had.

Something was shoved into his face, startling him out of his thoughts. He shot a glare at Virgil, who was watching the movie and acting totally inconspicuous. The item turned out to be a stuffed dragon, one he didn’t recognize from his usual pile of plushies. The scales were shimmery, a nice ombre of purple and blue shades, the wings were tucked against the body, and… Holding his hand against the stomach was warmer than the rest, as if it had a belly full of fire. That was so cool! He squeezed it tight in his arms and went back to watching the movie, feeling even comfier than before.

With the credits rolling, Virgil ushered them both out of bed and into a couple minutes of stretching.

“I’m not having you complain to me later on when your bones start creaking.”

“You make it sound like I’m so old, Virgil!”

“Older than me,” Virgil teased. He ducked out of the way of a thrown cushion. “Oh, is that what we’re doing?!”

Roman took a face full of pillow and suddenly it was on. He couldn’t begin to guess how long they fought for, darting around the room and over the bed, swinging their feather-filled weapons at each other. He did know that by the time he collapsed on the floor, he was breathless with laughter. Virgil was so far gone that he’d dissolved into alternating between wheezes and complete silence. Eventually, they did manage to get back into their nest of blankets, though there was plenty of shoving, poking, and tickling as they did so.

“I dunno if I’ll make it through this next movie so pick one that I won’t mind falling asleep during.”

“You besmirch the name of Disney if you think there’s a single film boring enough to allow that!”

“You dozed off the first time we watched The Good Dinosaur.”

Roman spluttered. “I had just come back from a week-long quest! And that’s Pixar!”

Virgil actually cackled. “You can’t pull that excuse! Disney owns Pixar!”

“Stop bullying me,” Roman cried, “it’s my birthday!”

“It’s two days before your birthday, actually, so I can bully you all I like.”

“I’m picking The Black Cauldron, then! See how you like dozing off during your favorite movie.”

It perhaps hadn’t been his best choice. With Virgil snuggled into his side, warm and soft, the sound of his even breathing accompanying the utter lack of any songs… Well, Roman really didn’t last much longer. They found each other in the Dreamscape. Edges were fuzzy, sounds were muffled, and touch was electric. The Dream Palace was a blurry shape in the distance, attracting his attention every so often when its crystal spires caught the light. Virgil sort of just appeared, as if created from the colors of the setting sun. Roman had a feeling he was made of the field of flowers he’d woken up in.

“I like it here,” Virgil said, sitting down next to Roman.

“Remy does a nice job with it,” Roman agreed, slowly picking daisies and dandelions to weave into a crown.

“You do, too,” Virgil argued. “You have a hand in almost everything, you know.”

Roman frowned at him. “I do not.”

“Yes, Ro,” Virgil insisted, “you do. The Memory Archives look the way that they do because you and Logan watched one episode of Doctor Who together and had the inspiration to redesign.”

Roman chuckled, a little nervously. “I guess.”

“Memory Lane doesn’t hurt Patton because it knows better than to hurt anyone you love. It might be connected to him and his room, but you’re the one that created that safety net.”

“Virgil…” Roman tried, voice slightly strangled.

“I just need you to know how important you are. You aren’t told enough.”

“It’s fine—”

“You’re important, Roman. You matter. You make a difference.”

Roman finally stopped trying to tie together the stems of the flowers. Virgil took his shaking hands into his own and held them tightly. It was just enough that Roman could actually feel it versus the tingly sensation that the Dreamscape normally worked with.

“We love you. We appreciate you and your hard work.”

If it weren’t for that everything around them was already blurry, Roman might not have noticed his vision swimming when tears filled his eyes. It was hard to not know suddenly that he was crying, though, regardless of how physically present he was in this space.

Virgil let go of his hands and instead, cradled his face gently. “I know I go against you sometimes but in the long run, I want you to be just as happy as you make the rest of us.”

He waited a moment longer before smiling and squishing Roman’s cheeks. Roman giggled a bit in response. Virgil gave him two careful pats before pulling away. Picking up the flower crown Roman had abandoned, he set to work on finishing it. Roman wiped his tears away and sat still in the sunshine, content to simply let himself soak it up until he was completely warm from the inside out.

When they woke, the screen projected onto the ceiling was displaying a screensaver of 3D pipes. The forest outside the windows had been replaced with a cliffside view of the ocean. Virgil stirred next to him, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He absentmindedly pressed a kiss to Roman’s cheek before getting out of bed. He was gone for a little while, during which Roman found two more plushies that he didn’t recognize. They were a gryphon and a lion, both extremely soft to the touch, and with fierce expressions that reminded Roman of how Virgil looked when he was in fight mode. He wondered how these new stuffed animals kept sneaking into his collection but he certainly wasn’t complaining.

When Virgil returned, Roman burst into laughter, because yes, he supposed there was no chance of sneaking that one into the pile.

“There won’t be any room for me in bed, Virgil!”

“Guess you better get used to sleeping on the floor then,” Virgil said, dropping the massive Simba plushie on top of Roman.

This just made Roman laugh harder. The fabric on this one was fluffier than on the others, something he could sink his fingers into if he wanted. It was nearly as big as him, or maybe it just felt like that right now since it was smothering him. Before he could move it, though, Virgil sank himself down onto it as well.

“Virgil!!” Roman gasped between snickers. “Get off, you fiend!”

“Hmm…” Virgil hummed, pondering. From where he was laying, he could just barely look directly into Roman’s eyes. This made it all the funnier when he finally decided, in the most deadpan tone, “nah.”

After some wrestling, which led to them both falling out of bed and Roman bumping his elbow and howling for five minutes about his funny bone before Virgil kissed it better, they were finally settled back in to continue their movie marathon.

They watched Moana, Tarzan, and, Mary Poppins before sleep began to take them once more. Seeing as the sun had sunk below the sea quite some time ago, it was safe to assume it was late enough to call it a night.

“I got you…” Virgil paused to yawn. “Got you one more thing…”

“Vee—”

“‘S not much.” He held out Mrs. Fluffybottom for Roman to take. “I just… I made it so that she can never be hurt.”

For a moment, Roman’s lethargy was chased away by astonishment and surprise. He could feel the enchantment just from holding her, though it was passing by the second as the magic was fully absorbed.

“I know you… take her on adventures a lot. Fightin’ bad guys ‘n stuff.” Virgil shifted further into the blankets as sleep continued to take hold on him. “Wanna keep her safe. Know you will, anyway. But jus’ in case.”

Roman rolled onto his side so that he was facing Virgil. He kept the bunny plush tucked between them and took one of Virgil’s hands in his. “Thank you…”

“Love you. Happy birthday, princey,” Virgil told him, papping him once more on the cheek.

Sleep settled over them quickly after. Roman would wake in the morning, feeling more secure and warm than he had in quite some time, surrounded by plushies and Virgil’s arms, and know that he had so much to be grateful for.

#sanders sides fan fiction #prinxiety #prinxiety fan fiction #roman sanders #virgil sanders #gifts for roman's bday #dani writes

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illinoisadventures · 3 years

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All of soft sunday..............for both............>:)

Soft Sunday meme (has some suggestive answers thanks to the nature, but nothing blatantly nsfw)

Illinois

Yancy

Favorite way to receive affection?

Words. Affectionate words, especially accompanied with affectionate touches like hugs or such, will always be Illinois’ favorite. Illinois is a sponge for any type of affection though, and is sure to try to return it tenfold. However if talking a specific action, he loves to be carried or pet.

Gifts. Yancy likes nothing more then to receive gifts, as it shows he’s thought about. Especially when it’s tailored to him, and thanks to how many of his lovers try to show affection through gifts. For a specific action, he doesn’t get it too much, and he doesn’t like to say it, but he loves being spanked non sexually as well. If he’s asked however, he’ll say wrestling.

Favorite way to give affection?

Gifts. Illinois does a lot to try to show affection, but gifts are the easiest way for him, and he loves to bring new things, or loves things, for those he cares about. A lot of thought is always put into picking things, and they almost always have a meaning behind it, even if he never divulges it. If talking action, he loves to hold his lovers, and let them snuggle into his chest as he caresses them.

Words. Yancy will be the first to admit he’s not too good at them, he doesn’t have the vocabulary that the others do, but he does have the heart behind his words. He loves to sing to who he loves, and reassure that he’s there and cares for them. That no one will mess with them while he’s around, and make songs for them as well. For actions, his favorite is to tackle someone, and then just lay on them. That, or pull someone in his lap and squeeze the hell out of them like they’re a personal teddy bear.

Non-sexual thing that always makes the muse melt?

Pretty much anything can make Illinois melt if he trusts the person doing it, or at least has a bit of trust in them to at least not kill him. It has to be genuine, or genuine enough, that he doesn’t catch a hint of it shifting to sexual areas, and even if it’s something he has gotten used to, if the person doing it keeps doing it he will undoubtedly melt.

Yancy melts for softness. But he can’t feel like he’s being undermined or babied. Basically if a persons acting soft, he’s going to be softer too, though maybe not as soft as them.

Places they don’t like being touched non-sexually?

Illinois can handle pretty much being touched almost anywhere, but the places he doesn’t like much go for sexually too. The only place he might shift someone away from is his chest, specifically his pecs.

Yancy doesn’t like being grabbed below the belt if somethings not happening. Same for his neck.

Do they like giving nicknames to their significant other?

Illinois adores it. He gives everyone nicknames, or blanket nicknames, but for significant others he usually has a main one that is only for them now. On top of that, he may call them other nicknames on occasion when one on one talking with them to express how wonderful he thinks they are.

Yancy is give or take. He’ll share nicknames between others, and sometimes he only has them keep one. It all depends on his mood.

Do they like being called a nickname?

As long as it’s not intended rudely, he does. His favorites though is Kitten or Doll, thanks to Dark and Yance respectively. He hopes to get one from Yanny, and that Dark will use that name more.

He doesn’t mind, it’s how he got stuck with Sweetheart by Illinois. His favorite nickname though is Boss.

What’s something their significant other can do to make them feel safe?

Just hold Illinois. Hold him, and don’t make him talk, and don’t make there have to be noise. If holding him isn’t an option, taking him somewhere dark and comfy works wonders, let him nestle in blankets and pillows, and anything plush like plushies to hold.

Simply being by his side usually makes him feel pretty safe, or standing behind his back. Holding his hand does as well, or his arm.

What’s the best way to calm down your muse when they’re angry?

There’s… not really a best way for Illinois. At least, not one that’s been discovered yet. So far it’s just let him walk away to go cool off.

Touching his arm usually does the trick, if it’s by someone he’s not used to getting hyped up at. Soft words of reason too. Other then that, just let him go beat up a punching bag or something.

Little things your muse does to show their significant other they care?

His gifts and massages, for one. Another is how he tries to remember all he learns of likes and dislikes, as well as favorites, that if he doesn’t think he’ll remember he’ll scribble a little note on for all. Sitting near someone, as he does things, or tries to just be in the room is another.

Little notes, cooking, and coming to hang around. Yancy likes to have a schedule, even if it’s one he’s given himself, and he will put someone he likes into his schedule and go bug them at those exact times for about 15 minutes before leaving again.

PDA that’s a definite ‘no’?

Any is fine.

Anything is fine for Yancy too.

Does your muse want to have kids? If so, how many and what’s the reasoning behind the number?

Illinois never really wanted to. But when he finds someone he cares for, if they want kids, he’ll think it over. As it is for Main Thread, he has some later on. Two biologically his, one not but he loves all the same, and a step daughter.

Yancy didn’t really, because of how his family went… but he is overjoyed when he does have them. Same as Main Thread Illinois, he has two biologically his, one not but he loves all the same, and a step daughter.

Side note— they do care for their stepdaughter, they just have some awkwardness because she is an adult when they met, and she just comes to visit sometimes.

Are they loud and proud about their relationships, or do they keep it private?

Illinois is loud and proud… as long as it’s not around his work. Too dangerous, he doesn’t want anyone to know and hurt them.

Yancy only knows loud and proud. In fact, you can say he is just loud as a default, even when talking usually— if he’s not using his Boss voice.

Do they workout or put on makeup for their significant other?

No, but he would if asked. He more of does workouts for his job, and he likes makeup for himself… though he doesn’t wear it much.

Yes. He puts makeup on, but only if they’re having a fun day, and they all are. He does it to support Illinois’ exploring of likes, and because he says he looks damn good. For out of main thread though, he usually likes the aesthetic of upper lip lipstick to wear, and maybe eyeliner sometimes.

Do dirty jokes go over their head, or are they the one making the dirty jokes?

He usually knows, as he’s always on guard, but when he’s taken off of it, especially if someone first is befriending him, it might go over his head. For Free Illi, he wouldn’t realize unless it’s blatant from a friend (who’s told him they’re friends) and especially if it’s referencing him subbing, as he never has before.

No, unless he really isn’t thinking on it, or it’s something he hasn’t heard of before. So he’s more likely not to pick up on it or know if he’s focused on being good and fresh out of prison. Yance though for main thread… all he makes is dirty jokes, so.

Do they find a need to be in a relationship, or do they have a ‘if it happens it happens’ feeling?

Illinois never sought it out, but if it happens it happens. Just have to let him know by asking him out, or hear him eventually half way into the relationship ask the other out because he didn’t know if it’s not said. He’ll do what he can to maintain it.

Yancy is weird in that he does pursue it, but he will growl about not needing it.

What food or drink can be given to them to show that their partner really cares?

Hot chocolate, and giving him frosted cookies. Or a bowl of frosting. Any will do even if he doesn’t like it, but those are his favorite and most likely to make him happy, or simple foods.

He’s a garbage disposal. Any will do, but he does love his cheesy powdered things, like Doritos and popcorn. Giving him caramel candy apples though would probably make him most happy.

Is your muse good with kids? What ages?

Illinois is give or take. He could be, but usually he doesn’t deal with them much, and he doesn’t really know what to do. On the other hand, he enjoys playing a lot of the games it takes to entertain a child, and he can come up with kid friendly stories to capture their attention.

He’s the best with kids. All ages, though he’s more likely to get into fights with teenagers.

Would your muse be the one doing most of the cooking or not?

He’ll try. But in main thread they don’t let him cook besides on occasion for a reason. He tends to over cook/burn food, as he gets anxious on not wanting to feed others under done foods. There is a few things he won’t burn though, like tacos/enchiladas/and other foods specific that he’s practiced making for others. His hearts in it all though, burnt or not.

He can, and would. Yancy just doesn’t get much chance thanks to Dark being inhuman.

Is your muse good at housework?

Yes, if he’s shown. He needs to know specifically what to do.

Yes. Him doing it however is another matter.

#ask #doctordiscord123 #answer #Illi things #Yancy things

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narrysgolden · 3 years

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So uh, hi, I’m not a writer but I do occasionally (used to) write and some lovely lovely person brought that to my attention today! They mentioned a totally different fic I was writing and forgot about (oops) but reminded me I wrote Part 3 of this ficlet ages ago and never posted it SO here’s that now. Happy Holidays to you all ☺️

Private Nights - Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

They were both much more quiet now than they had been the whole flight. Thoughts, and a hangover, swimming around in their heads. Niall was debating in his head whether he was hoping to not have to see Harry again this weekend, or was hoping to run into him again. He was leaning more towards the latter.

With an ounce of liquid courage left, he decided to ask anyways, just out of curiosity. “Hey where are you staying tonight?”

Harry’s face went blank. He closed his eyes, lowered his head into his hands and whispered shit.

“I think….I don’t think I actually have a place to stay.” He said with a chuckle, an attempt to not scream. In years past Harry would just stay at his house, but since he sold his LA home he had been staying with Jeff. Now that Jeff and his wife are out of the country, Harry not thinking to bring his spare key, that’s not an option either. Surely he could call up another friend, pop into a hotel or something. “Forgot I don’t live here anymore and usually I’d just go to Jeff’s but, “second honeymoon.” He shrugged.

Without thinking Niall blurted out “you can stay at mine” before realizing what he said. “I mean got a spare room and all, not too far from tomorrow’s venue.”

“Oh I don’t want to be a bother, can just call up a friend, get a hotel for a change or summat.”

A friend? Did he not consider me a friend? Niall thought. That kind of hurt but he tried not to take it personally. Would probably be awkward to have Harry sleepover anyways. “Uh yeah sure, sure. I’ll be there if you uh, need anything or whatever.” Now Niall was being awkward, tripping over his words and trying to play it cool.

“’course, thanks Niall.” Harry pat him on the shoulder with a soft smile as he peeled himself off the leather seat.

The boys parted ways after the flight, engaging in a much less awkward hug than the first one, and hopping into separate cars. As Niall went back to his LA home, Harry was feeling out of sorts. Even with his countless contacts in the area, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do and had the driver drop him off at the Beachwood Café. Out of all the places in LA, this it felt most like a home away from home. He frequented the dainty café every time he was in town, knew the workers by name and they were always considerate of his privacy.

After greeting the employees behind the counter and ordering his usual, he sat himself in the back corner booth, shoving his Gucci bag underneath the table and pulling out his book. He had brought Norwegian Wood with him, grabbing it last minute from his shelf as a way to keep himself busy on the long flight. Even though he’d already read the book, twice, it was his favorite and impossible to put down. In an attempt to clear his mind, he began reading, for the third time, sipping on his coffee in an attempt to beat the already setting in jetlag.

When he woke up the room was half lit with soft sounds of mugs clattering together. He jolted his head up with a gasp, forgetting where he was and searching his surroundings. Harry had gotten so engrossed in his book he completely lost track of time….and consciousness. Jetlag hit hard and despite his second cup of coffee, he dozed off through chapter nine and slumped back in the booth. A slight bit of panic set in as he frantically looked at his phone, not knowing what time or even day it was at this point.

9:45pm

The café closed in 15 minutes. Harry quickly shuffled out of the booth, grabbing his stuff and swiftly placing his dirty dishes on the counter. “So sorry for hogging up the booth all day, keeping you here” he quietly apologized to the employee, voice coming out hoarse from sleep.

As he darted out the door he really started to realize he has nowhere to stay tonight. It was nearly 10pm on a Sunday and he’d feel bad for bothering anyone for a place to crash at this hour. He quickly remembered Niall’s offer earlier, along with how much of a dick he probably sounded for so quickly turning it down. In his sleepy haze he decided to just fuck it and call Niall up anyways.

Three calls later. No answer. Harry would really start to feel like a needy boyfriend if he called again. And fuck all if he remembers how to get to Niall’s house, let alone his address. Unless…

Harry unlocks his phone, scrolls through his contacts, and clicks on Niall’s name. And sure enough, right under the address bar is Niall’s street, number and all. Even after all these years, Harry couldn’t bare to delete Niall’s number or any of his information, and he’s thanking God now that he didn’t.

While in the Uber on the way to Niall’s he starts to become really anxious. This isn’t creepy right, just showing up at his house? I mean it’s Niall and he offered anyways. Right?

The car pulls up to the soft gray home, light coming through a couple windows with Niall’s car parked in the driveway. Thankfully Niall’s gate code was still programmed into his phone as well, so he could at least get past the fence without looking like an awkward stalker who shouldn’t be at this residence in the first place.

With all signs that Niall is home and another few phone calls going unanswered, Harry assumes Niall must have fallen asleep early too. He makes his way up to the front door and knocks, then rings the doorbell, then the buzzer and repeats the three for what feels like 30 minutes before giving up. He doesn’t want to yell or cause a disturbance in his neighborhood at now 11pm. So he sits down on the stoop, back up against the door, jetlag already taking over again.

Niall jolts awake with a weird feeling. All the lights are on, his damn shoes are still on and he’s very disoriented at this point, not intending on passing out so early in the day. He goes to check his phone, 11:30pm, and notices the 6 missed called from Harry. Immediate panic shoots through his body. Is something wrong? Did he need me? Oh god I wonder where he is. Am I overreacting?

Despite his hesitation, he decides to just call Harry back. No answer. So he calls again. After the fourth ring with no answer is when Niall really starts to panic. Without thinking he jumps up, grabs his keys from the counter and heads for the door. He flings the front door open so fast he barely has time to process the body thumping at his feet.

Harry is shocked out of his slumber as he flies back and his head smacks down on Niall’s feet.

“Jesus, fuck! Harry what the fuck!?”

Harry rolls over with a loud groan of pain and confusion. “Oh my god” he grunts.

“Harry WHAT the hell” Niall yells.

As Harry continues to writhe around on the stoop, Niall’s demeanor changed. “Har-Harry are you okay? C’mere”. He reached down to gently place his hand under Harry’s head and help him sit up, worried that he smacked his head too hard. Harry finally squints his eyes open to look up at Niall. He doesn’t know if it’s the jet lag delirium or the fact that he banged his head half on Niall’s foot and half on concrete, but he smiles up at the Irishman with a dopey grin and dimple on full display. “Hi.”

Niall is confused but can’t help smiling back. After a moment of innocent affection, Niall’s concern creeps back in. “Are you okay? Really? Need some ice?” Harry’s smile turns into a frown as he remembers his throbbing head and nods, taking Niall’s hands to help him up. In full disclosure, Harry is a total baby when it comes to being sick or hurt. He will take all the love and care that anyone is willing to give him and he will milk that shit like it’s his job. Niall knows, Niall kind of loves it, and Niall acts just like the caretaker Harry wants. “C’mon baker boy” he chuckles, wrapping his arm around Harry’s waist to lead him inside.

The name gets Harry to chuckle, lightening the mood. “Baker boy? Really? It’s been nearly 10 years Niall.”

“And yet you still talk about bread, Harold.”

For those few moments it’s like Niall and Harry we’re back in 2015. It felt different than the plane ride earlier which was fueled by alcohol. This time, the comfort was fueled by vulnerability. Something they shared closely between each other, years ago.

Harry laid down on the couch, sinking into the big plushie cushions and trying really hard to block out the memory of what happened on this couch the night Niall moved in. The heated kissing, the touching, the clothes thrown about the kitchen. It was also the one and only time that Harry had stepped foot in this house, other than at this moment. Niall brought over a bag of ice, handing it to Harry along with a pillow to prop his head up. As his mind began to clear up, he decided to take a seat at the other end of the couch. He could feel emotions resurfacing that he wasn’t ready for and did not think was appropriate for the time.

Harry thanked Niall and laid back on the ice, wiggling uncomfortably as the cubes poked the back of his head, but he was grateful for the gesture. Neither of them said another word, sleep taking over both of them yet again after Niall had put the golf channel on the tv for some background noise. As Niall dozed off, he could hear Harry’s labored breathing. Through hooded eyes he took in the sight of Harry’s chocolate curls sticking to the melting ice bag. His lips slightly parted, looking plush but dry, in need of some chapstick. The way his skin was so clear and glowed under the light of the tv. He was just....so....pretty. And with that thought, Niall fell into a deep sleep as well.

Niall awoke to a heavy weight on his stomach and a tickle of hair on his arms. He squinted one eye open in the dim lighting of the room and moved just enough to get Harry’s attention. The lanky boy on top of him groaned a small “mm cold” before readjusting his head to now be on Niall’s crotch and curl his legs up next to him.

“D’you wanna go up to bed?” Niall mumbled. Harry nodded, continuing his “baby” act.

The two of them groaned as they got up, sore from the awkward couch positions and groggy from on and off sleep all day. Harry slung his bag over his shoulder as they trudged up the stairs, coming to the guest bedroom on the right. Niall stopped ahead of Harry. “Sheets are clean, bathrooms on the le—“

“Can I...” Harry began to interrupt. “My uh, my head still hurts.” It didn’t. But Harry didn’t have another excuse to sleep with Niall and he knew Niall wouldn’t deny him the comfort he really needed right now.

“Uh yeah, sure, my rooms down thi—“

“Mhmm I remember” Harry interrupted again with a smug tone. Niall just rolled his eyes and continued on down the echoey hall. With each step Niall began to strip off another article of clothing, desperate to be comfortable in his own bed again and not caring that Harry was right behind him,

“Eager are we?” Harry remarked, watching closely each piece of fabric fall to the floor.

“Oh shut up.” Niall jabbed back, sprinting the last few steps and catapulting himself onto the bed. His head fell back, getting engulfed in the mountain of pillows stacked at the headboard.

“Jesus, Niall. Preparing for a pillow fight or something?”

Niall let out a cackle, pick up the pillow closest to him and chucked it in Harry’s direction. ”Maybe.”

Harry caught the pillow with impressive accuracy and threw it straight back, jumping on the end of the bed and launching Niall’s legs in the air. The two boys burst into a fit of laughter, lazily tossing pillows at each other in the process.

The laughter died down and their eyes began to droop again, but neither of them wanted to sleep another minute.

#narry fic #Niall horan #harry styles #private nights fic #private nights #part 3 #narry #fanfic

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2elements-blog · 6 years

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Stray Kids taking care of their sick S/O

//Authors Note//

HI- It’s Liv, the younger one. Ida is currently sick, and I really felt like writing something for this blog. I really hope you like it when you read it. It’s about you being sick (OBVIOUSLY LIV, WOW) BTW-

IF ITS TOO LONG IM SORRY

(oh yeah, if any wrong grammar stuff. Just ignore thatXD)

ENJOY

Woojin

He was very worried and wanted you to get better as soon as possible. but also wanted you to take your time to recover. He would literally be THE BOYFRIEND to take care of you because he wanted you to feel that you could count on him.

He would make your food and would definitely make you eat it. He would literally not stop talking about it. He would keep nagging till you at least had taken a bite. And then he would hug you all the time. feeling cold, he would hug you. Being in pain, he would hug you. Everything, he would hug you.

“How are you feeling?” Woojin takes his hand and places it on your forehead.

“Would you believe me if I said dying?” You said in response, moving a bit more under the covers to get a little less chilly.

“Well- I guess I’ll have to give my last love then- Be prepared though, its a lot” And with that, he threw himself down beside you, hugging you tight.

Chan

Safe to say our leader is also a worrywart when it comes to you. Finding you sick, he would keep taking care of you. He would force you back to bed if you intended otherwise. He would tuck in your covers around you so you wouldn't freeze. Make you food. Like, he would do anything for you.

He would keep worrying and keep talking about you and how sick you were to the guys. Asking for advice to “cure” your sickness. He would just be extremely over worried. In a cute way, of course, he just wants you to feel okay again.

“...You still have a fever” Chan moves his hand on your forehead, but you shrug him off and take his hand.

“Chan- Listen, I haven't had one the last two days- You’ve gotta stop worrying” You giggle by you boyfriends cute gesture.

“But-... Fine” Beginning to pout a bit, you couldn't help but laugh at him. He just wants the best for you.

Minho/Lee Know

This boy would be the mood maker while you being sick. He will always be, but he would turn it a bit up since he knows how it can bring one down being the sick one. So being there to turn your mood the good way. It's just a way for him to show his love and support.

He would joke around, but would also respect if you needed a little space with all this sickness stuffed in both your body, face, and mood. Not always the best to keep a joke going, but he knows that. Though, he would never say no to a hug or a cuddle session, even if you were sick.

“You are pretty hot,” He says, having his hand behind your neck, checking the temperature. Though a little smirk would appear.

“Shut up-” You said as you pulled the covers and jerked away his hands.

“I love you too” A chuckle escaped Minho as he placed a quick kiss on your cheek.

Changbin

Changbin would be the guy to keep his distant, not wanting to disturb his S/O. Though, when you asked him about things, like coming and helping something, he would be there not even in a blink. Because he would want you to feel support even when you were sick.

Though, if the days were long, he would sneak into your room to see how you were doing and would tell you about his day and such. It would usually stay like this till night time where he suddenly would fall asleep beside you since he would miss you not being sick- even if its only been a few days.

Hearing knocks on the door, you looked up from your book and when it opened a smiling boyfriend would come inside to join you.

“I don't know if you are hungry, but I bought a pizza” He begins to walk in, towards a smiling S/O.

You put on some background music and invited him beside you. You sat up, having the covers wrapped around you, to not freeze. Talking all night.

Hyunjin

So, yeah, he would definitely also be one to be worried sick when you were gone with a fever. When he would go to practice, his mind couldn't wander off how you were just laying home, sick, alone- so he would keep sending you messages. Asking about how you are, if you are hungry, if you needed him, all that.

He would be a puppy when he came home, all up in your space, but not being annoying, cuter. Still asking you about anything you needed. He would be so adorable, especially when it came to you.

“You sure you don't need it?” He asks again.

“Hyunjin- Don’t worry, the doctor said I was fine without it anymore,” You say, trying to prove that you have gotten a little better.

“BUT, you only used it for two days! What if it comes back!” he was so adorable when he acted like that-

Jisung/Han

Okay, Jisung. He would be trying to lighten your mood when you felt down about it, just like with Minho.

Though he would try not to cuddle too much since he knew how bothered you were by having him by your side as you were sick. That wouldn't hold him back from hugging you though. That he would snuggle up to you when he was trying to get you up in the good mood again, smiling his usual mood making smile. You love that about him

“Jisuuung- you should go do your work... didn't you say Chan needed you?” You said as he was attacking you with his hugs.

“Hhhhm... I guess I should~” He said, stopping giving you a quick squeeze before getting off the couch.

As he walked away you could hear a chuckle with a line following it “Remember to get better!”

Felix

He would literally frame you with plushies. I’m not kidding. He is so soft for you, that when he isn't home he wanted you to feel protected, and he got the idea to put actual pillows and plushies around you. Mostly around your head, since a headache had been killing you.

Would also be the person to write to you constantly, but still being concentrated about his work. So the messages would be more like about how much he loves you and about he can't wait for you to get better. He is an angle- just saying.

“Okay, so... you really didn't have to do this...” Smiling at him, yet giving him a confused look.

“No- I had to- what would you have done if no ones protecting you?” He said, actually being serious and focused on putting the pillow the right place as there was almost no more space on the bed. Living THE life.

Seungmin

Okay, he would be savage about you being sick, teasing you about you should have been more careful about it and it was your own fault. But we all know he would secretly worry sick about you. He might come with a few teasing comments, but would also show his love through affection like getting you the stuff you need you know.

Even checking on you. He would love it, taking care of you, because he would love the attention you gave him when he was teasing and such.

“It’s your own fault you know,” He said, giving a smirk bringing you a glass of water.

“Jerk” Throwing a pillow on him as he put down the water. He just smiled.

“Good you have me to take care of you huh” He put the pillow down beside you, still giving you the teasing smile.

Jeongin/I.N

He wouldn't know what to do the poor boy. He would ask the members about some stuff that was some symptoms. The guys would calm him down and just tell him that it was probably just a bad virus going around, but it would be fine and comforting stuff like that.

With that info, he began to calm down and wanted to show your love even when you were sick, so he kept sending video messages to show himself to you.

He would buy you a little thing or something for a good luck and a quick recovery. He would e so adorable about it. Worried, but not as much as Chan.

“So- I found this little thing being out with the guys” He Give you a little, wrapped, bunny plushy with a red bow on.

“Just for a quick recovery!” He smiles with his braces in sight and a smile grew on your face.

#stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios

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perikallis · 3 years

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THE SLEEPY MEME

NAME. Zinon Konstantinou

RESIDENCE. A flat in Nicosia, Cyprus (a house in Lefkara on weekends)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP. He considers himself lucky if he gets 4 hours (per night) during the work week. He’ll try to catch up on sleep on weekends and holidays.

TYPE OF BED. Double

AMOUNT OF BLANKETS. Depends on the season. In the summer, only one. In the winter, too many. Houses in Cyprus are designed to keep cool in the summers, so in the winter you just drag a radiator in your bedroom and pile on the blankets.

AMOUNT OF PILLOWS. Two or three. Possibly four. His bed is a super comfy nest.

TYPE OF CLOTHING. His intended sleepwear is a t-shirt and sweatpants, though in the hot summer nights he might sleep in just his boxers. There have probably also been times when he has crashed for a six hour nap in his day clothes.

DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY? No, unless it’s someone he considers family. Family in this context includes both other Greeks and the Commonwealth nations.

DO THEY SLEEP WITH PLUSHIES? Haha, no. He may hug a pillow, though.

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY? I don’t think it makes much of a difference to him. He’s more used to sleeping alone.

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP? Not really. He’s constantly sleep deprived so he has developed the skill of (sometimes involuntarily) napping virtually anywhere to catch some extra sleep. Couches, aeroplanes, outside in his garden, at the beach, at boring world meetings...

FREQUENT DREAMS, NIGHTMARES? He says he doesn’t often remember his dreams but. He’s a busy man so I assume his dreams are very busy and chaotic as well. Whether they count as nightmares is up to question. Even if his dreams are distressing, he doesn’t toss around much and might only wear a pinched expression and mumble unintelligibly in his sleep.

WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CANNOT FALL ASLEEP? So here’s a man who’s a chronic insomniac. He has many worries and while he’s good at acting like he’s fine, his constant tiredness is... p much a characteristic at this point. So his nightly routine would include stuff like: tossing in bed, sighing a lot, getting up to do more work bc it’s useless to stay in bed when you’re not sleeping, going to his balcony to chain smoke/stare out at the city lights, perhaps try a nightcap tho timing is important bc he has to drive to work in the morning, read one of his thick philosophy books or a novel in bed, and wait until he crashes out of pure exhaustion.

DEEP SLUMBER OR NAPS? He sleeps like a rock once he can actually fall asleep.

WHEN DO THEY WAKE UP? He has to be at his office job at 9 am so he wakes up around 7 am to have time to make himself presentable and commute to work (and he usually gets his breakfast from a café along the way). On weekends he might sleep til noon.

WHEN DO THEY SLEEP? He tends to have dinner and do his nation work and read reports (on top of his civil work) late at night so he gets to bed around 1-2 am... but it may take him hours to actually fall asleep.

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP? His fifth alarm, maybe. I don’t think anyone else would have the heart to wake him up when he’s finally resting.

Tagged by: stolen from my other blog

Tagging: steal it from me and tag me

#🌿 | know first who you are and then adorn yourself accordingly (hcs)#//I had to do this meme here too as sleep is probably Zinon's greatest enemy #sleep and staircases #this man is a disaster

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nightmares | conrad & eliwood

Eli-mun and I were talking on Discord about Eliwood’s nightmares, and how what would happen should Conrad find him suffering so. Unseen context: Conrad lit several candles and brought an overstuffed plushie to Eliwood before waking him to help ease his nerves upon waking. Thread was trimmed to fit size limit.

E: "I've always relied on taking walks during the night to calm myself," Eliwood admitted, "my retainers do not like it when I wander off at night though. I am beginning to believe that talking is helpful as well. I appreciate your care Conrad, truly."

C: “If it helps, then I’m very glad to do it. There’s no need for thanks.” He sat the bear he’d brought down on Eliwood’s pillow. “Would you like me to stay, or are you alright? I have no issue remaining.”

E: "Pray forgive me, for startling you with such a display," Eliwood replied, running his left fingers over his right knuckles with unease, "it seems no matter how often I have them, I am unable to remain composed when I dream."

C: “Apologies aren’t necessary, my lord. You can’t control how you act when you dream. I’m only sorry there’s no way to ease them.”

E: "I suppose it isn't unfathomable for one to be unable to forget their regrets," Eliwood stated, taking in a shaky breath, "ah, I digress...I mustn't overwhelm you with such details."

C: “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t willing to listen.” He placed a hand on the other man’s shoulder. “You are my friend, Lord Eliwood. Or at least I pray I am not wrong in that. I should like to help as I can.”

E: "Do you remember...when I mentioned my father?" Eliwood asked, averting his gaze.

C: He gave the other a small squeeze before taking his hand back. “I recall you mentioning his death,” he spoke gently.

E: "My goal was to save him. I had journeyed for months in search of him. When I finally found him, I was so happy," Eliwood began, "but I was powerless to save him. I could only hold him as he died." He closed his eyes, his hands trembling as he tilted his head downward. "I...I s-still can't forgive myself." His voice faltered.

C: “Eliwood,” he spoke, softly as possible, not even noticing he’d dropped the title from the other’s name. “You did not strike a blow against him. You are not at fault for something you didn’t do.”

E: Eliwood found himself unable to meet Conrad's eyes as his breathing grew ragged from emotion, "He died because I wasn't strong enough to save him...I couldn't keep my promise to my mother. Had I been stronger, I could have done more..."

C: “No.” Conrad spoke with a strange authority. His hand hovered in the air, considering making the other look at his eyes, but decided against it. “Sometimes, your best will never be enough.” His own voice began to waver. “It is not because you are at fault. It is because as painful as it is, what happens was destined to come to pass.”

E: "Destiny is cruel," Eliwood muttered, for a moment his emotions dampering his idealism, "I was too weak to save my father, but strong enough to..." His words drop off and he places his hands onto his knees, his knuckles white from grip.

C: Conrad could see just how distressed his friend was, and it pained him in turn. What had occurred to make him hurt so? “You needn’t hold back with me, but you should not push yourself too far, either,” he spoke. “Be gentle with yourself.”

E: "Before my wife and I were married," Eliwood paused, feeling hesitation to admit the horrific deed he had done, "...I killed h-her." He gripped his knees tightly. "By mercy of the Gods she was given back to me...only to lose her again." He shifted a hand to his face, willing the tears away.

C: Conrad’s eyes widened, and he bit his lip in nerves as he decided what to say. “I cannot imagine the pain of losing someone twice,” he began, hands fidgeting. “But I know you to be a good enough man where it was never your intention. Mistakes... mistakes happen. But who you are is not what you did, Eliwood.”

E: "I...I cannot forget the sound of her last breaths. Almost every night, I relive those moments...helpless to change the outcome." Eliwood explained, his voice resonating with defeat. He paused for a few moments, brushing a hand over his eyes. He chuckled weakly, almost sensing Conrad's anxiety. "Pray, forgive me. It was never my intention for you to see me in such a state."

C: “Apologies are unnecessary.” He tucked some of his hair behind his ears, looking for anything to do with his hands. “You needed someone, and I am more than happy to do my part. I’m just... so sorry that this haunts you so.”

E: Speaking the words that had been buried in his throat provided him a sense of relief, even if it did not change what he had done in the past. He took in a deep breath, feeling composed once more. His eyes moved to study Conrad and he smiled gently, "You have my thanks. After admitting the details of my dreams, I feel a bit relieved," He paused, "but look at you, your hands are trembling...I did not mean to frighten you."

C: “Frightened is the wrong word.” He smiled, doing his best to look at ease. “I’m just happy to hear I’ve eased your hurt, even if only some.”

E: Eliwood reached forward, placing a hand on Conrad's shoulder, "Thank you, truly. I apologize if I brought you any discomfort." He gave him a friendly pat, before he drew his hand back. "Will you be returning to sleep as well?"

C: “In time.” In truth, probably not. But that was of no importance. “If it’s all the same, I’d like to stay for a time. I would prefer you sleeping soundly when I leave than to go and worry.”

E: A playful glint shone in Eliwood's eyes, "Oh? Are you fond of watching others sleep?" He teased light-heartedly.

C: He laughed quietly. “Certain others, perhaps. You should be proud to have caught my attention.” The teasing was certainly quite a sudden shift in mood, but Conrad was happy to see it.

E: The lord was unable to resist the chortle that escaped him, which quickly transitioned into poorly stifled laughter, dimples forming upon his cheeks. "I hadn't expected you to be witty, Conrad! I must admit I'm pleasantly surprised."

C: “Not always, I’m afraid. Typically I can’t tell when someone is teasing or not.” Eliwood was genuine in his actions - it was easy to know when he meant what he said. Others... well, Conrad mourned for his aloof reputation.

E: "Is that so?" Eliwood asked, a few residual chuckles escaping him. He smiled, "Then I'm happy to know my intentions come across clearly. After worrying you so, I wanted to ease the tension. It seems I may have been successful, given you laughed."

C: “It is only natural to worry. You are my friend, and you appeared terrified. I’m simply relieved I could help, and that you’re feeling better.” He reached to the side, picking up the plush bear. “Why don’t you keep him for a while? Mr. Snuggles is a terrific listener, should I not be around.”

E: "My apologies. Speaking honestly, I was quite distressed," Eliwood relaxed, his shoulders far more loose than they had been just minutes before, "you have my thanks again." He paused, taking the bear that had already been offered to him once before. He rested it in his lap, almost naturally, "Do you perchance sleep with this bear?"

C: Conrad flushed. “Not... always. I am perfectly capable of sleeping on my own.” The bear was only for the times he awoke from bad dreams - it was some semblance of comfort when he needed it most. But it seemed he’d serve Eliwood better.

E: Upon hearing Conrad's reaction, it was Eliwood's turn to become a bit flustered, "Pray, forgive me! It wasn't my intention to tease you," He sputtered, attempting to alleviate Conrad's embarrassment, "my question was rooted in the fact that the bear faintly smells of you." He paused, realizing the oddity of his statement. "A-ah...my, those words registered far less strange in my mind...pray, pay me no mind!" He said sheepishly, a slight pink hue burning in his cheeks.

C: Conrad’s cheeks darkened further. “W-well, I pray it’s at least a pleasant scent and not bothersome! If so, I... probably have another that is less used...”

E: *Oh dear, I am certain I have just made him even more uncomfortable.* Eliwood thought to himself before shaking his head, "Ah, yes! It is quite pleasant, not appalling in the slightest. Peace Conrad, I...Sweet Elimine my words are jumbled," He took a moment to collect his thoughts, still a bit pink from embarrassment, "I intended to ask you if you perhaps used any essential oils. I do myself and the scent reminds me of such."

C: “Ah. That’s not so bad, then.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, nerves easing some. “Sometimes, yes. Burning them helps me to relax.”

E: "That is certainly wise. I am fond of patchouli and vanilla. I often dab a bit along my neck," Eliwood replied, tracing his fingers along his collarbone to describe the location, "right here. In doing so, it remains fragrant for a significant portion of the day."

C: Conrad’s immediate reaction was to trace where Eliwood mentioned, or for his hand to follow his friends’ - but he recognized the oddity of it, and pulled his hand back before making contact, flushing. “Vanilla is nice, yes. I prefer rose the most.”

E: "Rose? My mother is very fond of rose," Eliwood smiled warmly, "for her birthday I have always sought out exotic rose oils for her use. Perhaps I shall have to keep you in mind as well."

C: He laughed. “I like it because of my mother, as well. She used to spend hours in the gardens, and every time she’d bring me back a rose or some petals. It reminds me of her.”

E: "She sounds wonderful. I'm glad you can find comfort in a familar scent," Eliwood replied with sincerity, "my mother wasn't much of a garderner, but she loved to dance. We like to dance in the garden together." He recalled, the memory fond in his heart. "Do you like to dance Conrad?"

C: He shook his head, though clearly amused by the memory the question recalled. “Goodness, no. I tried once, and it didn’t end well. Halcyon almost killed me when he realized how many pieces I managed to break a glass into.”

E: Eliwood couldn't help but to laugh, "Ah, so you have two left feet?" He teased lightly, "worry not! I shall take you under my wing and you'll learn to dance in no time." He encouraged, his eyes full of determination.

C: Conrad gave a small, nervous smile. “I don’t think you understand what a task you’re taking under,” he warned. ”Two left feet is the nice term for it.”

E: Eliwood smiled, "Regardless of the outcome, I think it will be fun. We shall plan it for another day." He replied, before releasing a soft yawn into his hand. He had nearly forgotten how late it was.

C: “You should sleep,” he replied. “If you do not object, I shall come to see you before we go to breakfast. Just to ensure you’re alright.”

E: "Very well. Then I shall see you in the morning," Eliwood replied, looking to the bear in his lap, "I'll take good care of Mr. Snuggles I assure you. Though he may not smell like roses upon his return to you."

C: “So long as he is safe, his smell is quite trivial.” He was hesitant as he began to stand, unsure if his friend was truly alright. “I just wish to be sure you are alright.” He looked Eliwood over, thinking, before finishing standing. “Are you?”

E: "I am certain I will manage," Eliwood replied, running a hand through his hair, brushing the bangs off of his face, "I truly appreciate what you've done for me tonight. Pray, be at peace. Sleep well, Conrad." Eliwood replied, smiling lightly. I am certain I've grown closer to Conrad tonight. May our friendship grow...He thought to himself, patting the bear absent-mindedly.

#devotedscarletknight #(thread: nightmares.)

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valkerymillenia · 6 years

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Omg there's so much I want to talk about in TLJ that I don't even know where to start!

And my ships 😏 hehe I see what the authors are doing.

Red herrings everywhere.

Spoilers ahead.

These are random disjointed fangirlish thoughts on the movie that I have to spill out before I can become coherent again. Bare with me.

THE HUMOUR! So good and yet so well nuanced that it complemented the seriousness of the movie very well.

GENERAL HUGS and SALT GUY need to be memes. I mean, c’mon guys, you know I’m right.

LEIA USING THE FORCE TO SAVE HERSELF, IN THE VACUUM OF SPACE! My gods, she always had so much potential and it’s good to see some of it finally being expressed. They built Leia up so well in this movie, so much development, I love it but now I’m so afraid of what they’ll do for ep IX without Carrie...

Billie Lourd having way more protagonism! The legacy continues.

WOMEN EVERYWHERE! As many as the men and in equal posts! Thank you, gods! Also, POC everywhere! YES, THANK YOU!

Rose is freaking adorable and well written, the viewers form an instant connection with her through her sister and she has that innocent and wonder that we haven’t had since New Hope’s Luke.

Though Rose describing Canto Bight made me laugh because it was a perfect echo of Obi-Wan describing Mos Isley... In fact when she described it as an ugly horrifying place filled with the most despicable people, all I could think was ‘girl, you’ve clearly never been to Mos Isley’. Though in the end Canto Bight is more civilized but morally worse than Mos Isley so she’s not wrong.

Still wondering was the message Rey asked Chewie to give Finn...

Shipping wise... They're baiting us with Finn x Rose AND Finn x Poe AND Finn x Rey all at once. Interesting to see the guy being the center of a love tangle for a change. Anyway, they are clearly letting the audience chose how to interpret each relationship.

Now, I’m trying to analyze this without shipper goggles (yet) so...

Poe's body language is all over Finn who seems clueless, Poe just acts so differently around Finn compared to others, hell, he even acts possessive of Finn (the way he examines all of ‘naked and leaking’ Finn, and, his face when he meets Rose and slightly places himself between her and Finn- “Who’s this?”).

Rose kisses Finn but he doesn't kiss back, it's not even shock he just looks confused and more concerned with saving her. In sum- Rose's body language is all over Finn, even more explicitly than Poe (because heteronormativity and all) but once again Finn looks absolutely clueless of what others feel towards him.

The only times Finn's body language and attitude go beyond more than friendship and admiration are when it's related to Rey... Though then she’s the one whose body language only denotes platonic feelings.

I see what's happening- the authors are showing all these options as red herrings under our noses, which often happens in the middle of trilogies, all so the fans won't be able to guess what's coming. Hell, I could almost feel an asexual vibe from Finn and the Rose x Finn kiss echoes the red herring Leia x Luke kiss in ep V so much...

Personally I still ship stormpilot (though not averse to Rose and Poe sharing Finn but that will never happen and still prefer stormpilot), even though I openly admit that it's clear they wanted to show obvious Finn x Rey chemistry and some Finn x Rose (albeit more one-sided).

Moving on...

ALL THE FUCKING REYLO! My poor shipper heart was exploding!

Topless Kylo! Flustered “please-cover-up-that-distracting-bod” Rey! LMAO!

I'm so happy that reylo is a cannon thing now. Sure, it's in a tragic ship sort of way instead of openly romantic, but damn, that back to back battle against the praetorian guard... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Scarred Kylo!

Kylo hesitating and refusing to shoot, most likely because Leia was on board the ship...

Rey crying when she touches Kylo and connects to his emotions.

Official confirmation that Snoke was already manipulating Ben when he was Luke’s apprentice (like what was stated in the novelization of TFA).

Ben turning to the dark because he felt betrayed by Luke (echoing Anakin and the Jedi Council).

Kylo constantly conflicted and expressing it through anger and obvious emotional vulnerability, even (or even more so) as he becomes “the big baddy”.

Kylo BEGGING to have Rey on his side. And vice-versa.

Kylo killing Snoke, not for power but for Rey, the power was just his ambition and greed bubbling up as Rey denies him.

Pretty sure Kylo will get a redemption arc- I know it doesn't seem like it but the clues are there and I'm a good 90% sure of this, otherwise we'd just have a copy of Anakin's conflict all over again albeit Kylo being more ambiguous and also less determined in about his intentions. Now, if this redemption ends well or not, with love or without it, with grey jedi or otherwise, that is where the mystery lies.

Ok, I admit, Reylo is my otp but objectively in canon I don't know how the ship will end, at this point it can go either way; but imho Kylo will be redeemed somehow. As a writer and someone very much used to deconstructing plots, I can tell that there are enough clues for this, not just in this movie but in the big picture of the whole SW movieverse.

One thing is for sure- the old dichotomy of jedi and sith as we know it is dead. Luke, Kylo and Yoda give us enough confirmation of this (and admittedly the whole black-white/good-evil extremes thing was getting SO old).

Personally I'm praying with all my might that we get Grey Jedi at last! And that would make both Rey and Kylo’s predictions true- she strays from the light and him from the dark and they meet in a middle term... It would make sense and seems to have been foreshadowed but unfortunately it’s not one of those things I can say I’m certain off.

Let’s also have in account that the title of the movie is “The Last Jedi” but intended as plural (even here the subtitle was plural) so when Luke says “I will not be the last jedi”, I don’t think he means Rey exclusively.

Kylo was not made for leadership and rule either so I do wonder who will take the reigns of this crumbled government when it’s all said and done.

What else...

POE BEING A HOT-HEADED DAREDEVIL! He had such an aura of competence and poise in TFA but in TLJ we saw so much development, he was so humanized and flawed (but in the best way).

Phasma’s death was... as we say in Portugal “soube-me a pouco”, aka it felt lacking. Don’t get me wrong, it was epic, but they made such a huge deal of her in PR and marketing (especially in TFA) that it feels like she had a bigger role that got edited out in post-production. The fight with Finn was perfect and excellent for his growth but it felt like we needed more on Phasma to make it more meaningful.

HOLDO’S KAMIKAZE MOVE! Goddamn, I had mixed feelings about her through the whole movie but, although I usually dislike the kamikaze martyr trope, at that moment I just adored her. I feel like we could have gotten a bit more personal with her but either way it was tragically perfect.

Luke’s death felt unnecessary. Again, don’t get me wrong- I was afraid I’d hate it but it was a good death, an appropriate and meaningful one; however, it felt anti-climatic and unnecessary in the progression and pacing of the story itself. Perhaps if framed differently... Either way, the only way the manner of his death can be justified to me is if he has an important role (big or small, whatever, but meaningful) as a Force Ghost in ep IX.

Kinda wish we'd have a Luke-Anaking force ghost reunion; the two of them guiding Leia and Rey and even Kylo... But that's just wishful thinking.

The sweet moment between Leia and Luke broke me, I wanted to cry. They deserved so much more time together, hell, WE deserved to see so much more interaction between them as close siblings.

The almost imperceptive glance we get of the Jedi books safely stored in the Falcon! Begging the questions- who and why?

I wanted more Chewie and definitely more Maz! I really, really, REALLY want more Maz as a sassier modern version of Yoda.

Speaking of- loved the Yoda cameo- Mr ‘if you don’t have the balls then I’ll do for you’.

I get a feeling we’ll be seeing DJ again... But, honestly, so many new characters and they COULDN’T BRING BACK LANDO FUCKING CALRISSIAN?!

Please tell me Rey will build her own lightsaber now! And make it a lightsaber pike, it fits her much better than than the Skywalker saber.

Liked Rey’s parentage reveal, honestly so much better than having her conveniently be the heir of a pre-existing character. Also gives her tragic past much more intensity.

Porgs were cute but screw them, the Vulptex’s were soooooo much better.

I’m conflicted about Snoke’s death... It was brilliant but at the same time it wasn’t as impactful as it could be if his role had been more pronounced in TFA. Still, very good though.

Best of all- HUX BEING TOSSED AROUND LIKE A DOLL. Deflates his ego beautifully. And when Kylo gives the “shoot with all you got” order when Luke pops up and Hux repeats the order word by word but louder to the troops and Kylo just gives him that ‘bitch, I just said that’ face... Priceless.

I loved BB-8 before but now I ADORE HIM! In Poe’s ship trying to fix the circuit board and then just goes “fuck it” and smashes into the whole thing. xD “Finn, wet, leaking” ! And taking out the prison guards! And piloting a damn AT-AT alone to shoot troopers! He’s so fucking smart and resourceful and just as much a daredevil as Poe, not to mention cute AF!

BB-9E was interesting we didn’t get much more from him than appearance so BB-8 FTW!

Give me BB-8 merch. All the BB-8 merch! Pillows, plushies, the drone! I’m in love with all things BB-8!

But when it comes to droids, I wanted more from R2, he felt neglected. Though that move of showing the old recording of young Leia’s distress message to push Luke really was genius.

Wondering if the little boy at the end is force sensitive or if he (or other kids) will have any role in the Resistance, there was a lot of foreshadowing there.

OMG the movie was just sooooo good! The spoilers terrified me but it was so good, for a mid-trilogy movie it was just right. Let’s hope IX lives up to it.

Finally, one last question- WHY IS NOBODY ASKING WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OTHER HANDFUL OF PADAWANS (KNIGHTS OF REN) THAT LEFT WITH BEN??????

I got up and practically saluted when the “in memory of” showed up. It got me in tears.

Ok, end of rambles... for now.

#star wars #sw:tlj #spoilers #MASSIVE SPOILERS #theories #star wars VIII #sw8 #personal opinions #i really want lando or a descendant in ep ix #geez billy dee already stated he'd love to reprise the role #this movie was a rollercoaster #both in plot and twists

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