#❝Watch the sunset at your shores.❞ — HEADCANON

[tiny-pretty-sana]

gf mina | headcanons

warning: nsfw content (+18), men and minors dni

sfw

mina is synonym of elegance, serenity and beauty. being by her side feels like watching the waves crashing on the shore when the sea is calm during a sunset. 

she is shy with a serious appearance and elegant, controlled mannerisms, all of which together can give an impression of her that is far from reality.

she is a quiet person, she demonstrates more through her actions than with her words. but if it’s something she’s passionate about you can hear her talk for long.

when she is ready and voices what she thinks or how she feels, she does it just as she is, calmly and elegantly. even when she demands something it doesn’t sound like it and you just feel the need to listen to her.

she's not oblivious to the effect she has on people and especially on you, she will demand your attention in subtle but effective ways. she knows what makes you weak.

your first impression of her is that she was sexy but cold and mysterious, it turns out she is the definition of “loser trapped in a hot girl's body”.

she's a nerd. she loves video games, knows the names of too many pokémon, watches superhero movies, recreates poses of anime characters and builds legos that she then puts in display cases. 

when you started going on dates you noticed she seemed too focused on something and you felt something was off. turns out she was a bit self conscious of her walking. 

time passed and soon enough she stopped hiding her penguin like walking around you.

her love language is gift giving, but also acts of service.

you do whatever she asks (or commands), but she is always there for whatever you need. whether it's to help you, to be by your side or to do it for you.

she isn’t a romantic person, although she does romantic things. expect to receive bouquets of your favorite flowers, stuffed animals, the snacks you like the most, something she has crocheted or made.

for your birthdays, anniversaries or valentine's day she won't post anything on social media or do anything that other people can see. you like to celebrate things privately.

mina's favorite dates are the ones that include going to a nice restaurant, a bakery shop, eating ice cream or trying new food. no matter what you do, food is a must. 

when you don't stay home with a nice wine, home-cooked meal or take out to watch a movie or play video games you enjoy quiet dates. 

you go to the movies, go to a museum, the aquarium, botanical garden or shopping so she can indulge in her hobbies.

when you go shopping together she stuns you when she tries on clothes and the next minute she's dragging you through the whole store to show you a minecraft tshirt. 

the gifts mina gives you are things you like and will use. if she gives you jewelry it's nice, but also something you can wear in your everyday activities. and another day she might give you an overpriced toaster in your favorite color. 

mina is the kind of person you have to take care of and make sure she eats on time and drinks water. if she has a new game or building a big lego set, you have to remind her to take breaks and go to bed. 

she is a homebody and sometimes you have to drag her out of her home but a promise to grab some food and a few kisses will do the trick.

when situations in her life, work or your relationship overwhelm her, her way of dealing with it is to walk away. 

she is learning to count on you and understand that she is not a bother, but it can be hard to break out of old habits.

mina is a private person. she won't say she loves you out loud or kiss you in public. instead she gives you affection in subtle ways to let you know she is there for you. 

she follows you with her eyes, feeds you, slides her hands between yours, places her hand on your thigh, or keeps her hand on your lower back while you talk. 

she sometimes gets overwhelmed in big crowds or when meeting new people, when this happens she clings onto you.

she is not jealous at all, she is very confident in herself and also in you. she knows she has you hooked.

in private she's all over you. she’s really affectionate and touchy once she lets herself go, sometimes she sits on your lap while she plays or will ask you to straddle her while she’s gaming on the computer.

nsfw

once again her calmness and quietness may give you the wrong impression of her. mina is not innocent at all, it didn't take you long to realize it.

sex with her is passionate, intimate and fun, but also dirty and rough. behind closed doors you get to see the less elegant, soft and collected version of mina. 

mina gives herself to you whether she is in control or not. and you have no choice but to give her everything she needs, no matter if she begs for it or demands it.

to put it in another way, mina bottoms most of the time.

she knows how hot she is and she knows she has you wrapped around her finger. she knows exactly what words to use and how to touch you to get exactly what she wants from you.

she's a tease. it doesn't matter if you're in public or private because she'll find the way.

her gestures, her touches or the way she looks at you may go unnoticed by others, but you know perfectly well the intentions behind them, however subtle they may be. 

when you’re at home she wears obscenely short clothes, she purposely raises her arms until her t-shirt slides up showing her abs or bends over to give you a perfect view of her ass. 

she enjoys teasing you but it’s even easier to tease her since she’s horny most of the time. a look, a few words and a suggestive gesture would have her blushing, looking avoiding your eyes and squeezing her thighs together.

you let her misbehave all she wants because it's not like you can punish her. she loves to be spanked, being edged or whatever you come up with.

she will use pet names rather than titles with you (unless you tell her). however, if you use them with her, especially the ones she has taught you in japanese, she becomes putty in your hands

mina is kinky, a freak, a pervert… you name it. she has so many kinks that you’re still finding out and she’s willing to try so many things. that includes bdsm dynamics

once you called her a pervert to tease her but it just turned her on. 

she’s both into praising and degradation, she can’t help it when she just loves getting any type of attention from you. 

she enjoys degradation, humiliation and sadism. for these she enjoys being the receiving end more but when she's in a certain mood she doesn't hesitate to inflict it. 

she also enjoys bondage, impact play, temperature/sensation play and wax play among others.

she likes to try new positions and take advantage of her flexibility but nothing compares to having you eating her out while she plays. 

she has a staring problem, she can't take her eyes off you, your chest or any exposed skin. you don't miss the opportunity to remind her “my eyes are higher up” just to see her reaction.

this does not only happen with you, but also with other people. that's why she doesn’t get jealous even though she's possessive. truly she also gets turned on by the idea of you catching her.

to be fair, years of doing ballet makes you notice other women too much and it's not even a sexual thing, unlike her oral fixation. 

you have no complaints when she puts her oral fixation to good use whether it's with your breasts, putting her between your legs or making her suck the strap.

you can expect anything from her. one day she's wearing a beautiful lingerie set to surprise you and the next day you pull her pants down and find some minecraft boxers

mina has a collection of sex toys that she loves you to use on her, most of them she also uses by herself. dildos, vibrators, whips, paddles, handcuffs, plugs, ropes...this does not only happen with you, but also with other people.

she orders them online but she made an exception of going to a specialized store to get you a leather collar with your name engraved in a silver tag.

mina is always quiet, so during sex it's not much different as long as she's in a more submissive and needy headspace. she'll let out the most adorable breathy moans and whimpers. but if she’s being dominant... she will talk you through it, guide you and bossing you around

it can get rough when she asks for it. in these cases she is the one who needs the most aftercare, but even then she asks you if you are ok and makes you know that she enjoyed it. during the whole aftercare process, she gets shy and hides in the crook of your neck.

[acenturions]

Dark Luke Headcanons

pt2 here

contents: perversion, somnophilia, drugging, non con, etc.

my first luke reader insert, might do more

wc: 505

Luke saw potential in you when you first arrived at camp. He wanted to be the first person you trusted. Sure, he gives everyone a tour, but he was extra friendly to you.

He loved when campers made jokes about the two of you dating. They weren’t true yet, but it was about staking his claim. You were his, it was just a matter of time.

Sometimes if there was a window of opportunity, he’d sneak his way into your cabin and get your dirty underwear. Then at night in his own bunk, he’d inhale your scent. It made all of the blood in his body rush, it was intoxicating. He imagined what it would be like to smell your skin, to taste you in between your legs. Suddenly, his hand would move faster and he’d be struggling to keep quiet in his bed, painting your panties white with his release.

His favorite part of the week was the walks along the shore with you at sunset. The warm colors mixing and panning out beautifully in the atmosphere, listening to your sweet voice. That was until you had started mentioning another camper too much. Eventually, that turned into dating.

He began to wonder if you two had done anything yet. If you had found a private area at camp and fucked him. When he asked, you laughed in his face and told him yes.

He was disgusted. You were his. Couldn’t you see that most other boys here just wanted one thing? That he was different, the better choice.

Luke was the one who should be feeling you like that. It was an urge, one that needed to be satisfied.

It was easy. He just slipped something in your drink, a little gift from one of his friends in Demeter. After dinner, it was just you two walking and your knees buckled. He caught you, not wanting you to hit your head. He assured you that he’d bring you back to your cabin as you became unconscious.

Instead, he took you to the woods. You were so peaceful as he kissed you for the first time, eyes closed and unaware. He couldn’t help but feel your breasts through your shirt.

Then he undressed you, softly sucking on your nipples, not wanting to leave any marks. He wasn’t supposed to penetrate you. Leaving you sore would be a sign. But it was too irresistible. So he started unzipping his pants.

When he finally felt you, it was better than anything he had imagined. It wasn’t fair that your boyfriend had gotten to feel this. He let loose, pumping into you without rhythm. And he knew he should’ve pulled out, but he didn’t want to leave, he was addicted. So when he got close, he buried his cock inside, releasing as he whimpered your name, even though you couldn’t hear.

As he watched his semen drip onto the soil, he knew it wouldn’t be proper etiquette to return you back to your bed without cleaning you up first.

[ladsheadcanoncorner]

asking you to be their valentine ♡ lads headcanons

prompt: how the boys will ask you to be their valentine rating: sfw (tooth rotting fluff tbh) cw: eating + mentions of food ✉︎♡: ask box open, tumblr users + anons

Xavier: -In the days leading up to Valentine’s, you haven’t heard from Xavier as much as you normally do -This is because he’s busy grinding at the arcade for the huge plushie you had your eye on last time you went together -He’s good at games and has quick reflexes, but it is like the arcade made this one impossible to win -After many grueling attempts, he finally wins and gets to take it home, just in time to ask you to be his Valentine -He knocks on your door randomly one night, and when you look through the peephole, all you see is a massive bunny plush waving at you -I’m talking as big as you massive -You open the door and Xavier pops out from behind the plushie -Xavier: “I worked really hard for this one, but it was worth it because it’s just as cute as my Valentine.” Me: “Your Valentine, huh?” -The tips of Xavier’s ears pink and he says, “I mean, I was hoping you would be.” -You pull him and the plush bunny into your arms, kissing both on the cheek -The two of you spend the evening finding the perfect place for the plushie and giving it the perfect name

Zayne: -Zayne claims his sweet tooth has been acting up again while the two of you are casually strolling through town -You want to joke with him about the dangers of sugar, but his eyes light up when he sees a chocolate shop at the end of the street -He’s trying not to seem too eager, but he is practically pulling you inside the store -The shopkeep tells you that they are giving out samples for couples, and Zayne lets you go first to pick your favorite one -After you try a few flavors, Zayne says, “Well, is there one you liked best?” -Before you can answer, the shopkeep emerges from the back with a special chocolate in the shape of a heart -The shopkeep hands it to Zayne, and Zayne holds it up for you -You realize that there are words engraved on the chocolate heart that say, “My Valentine has my heart.” -Zayne: “Since you already have my heart, I guess that makes you my Valentine, too?” -Of course you say yes, clutching the chocolate to your chest and standing on your tiptoes to give Zayne a kiss -On the walk home, you decide to freeze it so that you can enjoy a piece of it on every Valentine’s Day to come

Rafayel: -Rafayel has been working on a custom art project for a “rare and special” customer -If you try to ask him about it, he’ll immediately get defensive and makes some variation of “an artist sometimes needs to work in peace” excuse every time -Eventually, you just let him do his thing and forget about it The day before Valentine’s Day, you’re walking along the shores of Whitesand Bay with Raf -At the end of the shoreline, there is a blanket, pillows, strawberries, and champagne set up on the sand -He leads you to the setup and then hands you a flip book -Going through it, each drawing details moments in your relationship, with cute chibi versions of the two of you acting out the scenes -At the end, chibi Rafayel is holding a sign that says, “Will you be my Valentine?” -Before you have the chance to say yes, you look back up at Raf and he is holding the same sign -Rafayel: “Well, what do you say, cutie?” -After you say yes, the two of you watch the sunset and share the strawberries and champagne

Sylus: -Will buy out an entire flower shop just to ask you to be his Valentine He picks you up for dinner, adamant that you can’t go to his place until after the meal is finished -When you arrive at the restaurant, the waiter delivers a bouquet to your table -You: “What exactly are you planning?” Sylus: “Trying to spoil the surprise, sweetie?” -Sylus doesn’t eat as much as he usually does during the dinner, and even though he won’t admit it, you can tell that he is nervous -When you get back to his place, there is a trail of flower petals leading down the long hallway of his estate -You follow them into his bedroom, where the entire room is filled with bouquets of all kinds. Roses, sunflowers, tulips, daisies…wall to wall covered in flowers -And at the middle of it all, Sylus hands you a single red rose and says, “Will you give me the honor of being your Valentine?” -He hoped you would be surprised, but he isn’t expecting you to take the rose out of his hand and jump into his arms -The rest of the night is spent enjoying the elaborate display he put together (and if you’re really lucky, he’ll even wear the flower crown you make him out of one of the bouquets)

Caleb: -You and Caleb are having your weekly dinner night, but he is acting suspicious this time -He won’t let you help in the kitchen, and he even makes you sit on his couch so that you don’t try and take any sneak peeks -You try to guess what the food could possibly be based on the smell alone, and it isn’t until the timer on the oven dings that the room is filled with the delicious cheesy smell of pizza -Caleb, donning two oven mitts and a “kiss the colonel” apron, places the pizza in the center of the table -He calls you into the room, and when you enter, you realize he has transformed the whole kitchen. The table is illuminated by the dim flickering of pink and red candles. There are heart shaped plates on the table, and heart shaped balloons on the ceiling -When you sit down to eat, you realize the pizza has a message for you spelled out in the pepperoni pieces: “VALENTINE?” -Caleb: “What, too cheesy?” -You can’t help but laugh at his dumb joke before agreeing to be his Valentine -The two of you spend the rest of the night eating the pizza together and planning what you’ll do on Valentine’s Day

[mapsthewanderer]

Maps headcanons -

The LADS boys

🧳 The Holiday Edition

Details: 2200 words of pure, comforting fluff—soft moments, warm feelings, and the kind of sweet daydreams we all need right now (especially after that main story update). Wrap yourself up in it like a cozy blanket. Take a breath, enjoy the calm, and be kind to yourself. You deserve it.

💜 Rafayel takes you to

🌊 Isla Holbox, Mexico

“I’m taking you somewhere the ocean glows, the sky forgets what time is… and the sand? It’s good at keeping secrets. Just like me.”

Tucked just off the Yucatán Peninsula, Isla Holbox is a barefoot paradise where cars are banned, flamingos strut through lagoons, and the sea glimmers with bioluminescence after sunset. Rafayel doesn’t call it a vacation—he calls it a reset.

You’ll know you’ve arrived when the ferry slows down and the island rises from the horizon like a dream. The air smells of salt, lime, and distant charcoal fires. Rafayel steps off barefoot, squinting against the sun, already wandering ahead with a harmonica in one hand and a small sketchbook in the other. Before the light hits too hard, he turns back, slips a pair of Maybach sunglasses onto your face—sleek, tinted, and probably worth more than the ferry itself. Then he pulls on his own matching pair with a lazy grin. “Now we look like trouble,” he says, already halfway down the dock.

🌴 Where You’ll Stay:

A secluded, modern beachfront villa wrapped in flowering vines, its wide glass doors always left open to the salt-sweet breeze. Sunlight spills across polished stone floors. The entire back wall opens straight onto a private pier, where steps lead directly into the ocean—clear, turquoise and endless. He swims there in the early mornings, trailing light behind him, then returns dripping saltwater onto the floors.

Refusing to cook, he takes you to a weathered shack near the shore, where the ceviche is served in chipped ceramic bowls, still cool from the ice. He takes one bite, leans back with a sigh, and mutters, “Tastes like the ocean never let it go.” Then he steals a piece from your bowl without asking—grinning like he earned it.

🐚 What You’ll Do:

Bioluminescent night swims: Just after dark, he takes you to the beach. You wade into still water, and every movement sets off an electric shimmer of light. Rafayel doesn’t speak—he just watches it like it’s holy.

Wander the street murals: Holbox is known for its street art, layers of color on cracked stucco. Rafayel critiques each one with a shrug, sometimes stealing an idea or two with a grin. “Pretty colors, no soul,” he mutters, then adds with a smirk, “Except that one… maybe I just like the curve—it reminds me of you.”

Hammocks: Long, lazy afternoons in hammocks—he insists you always share. You rest back against his chest, his hand slipping under your dress to rest on your thigh. He sketches with one hand, tracing the memory of you walking down the beach. Then he leans in, lips brushing your ear, and murmurs, “You looked so pretty backlit by the sun… I almost forgave humanity for a second.” His fingers trail lazily along the hem of your dress as the hammock sways gently beneath you. “You know, cutie…” he drawls, voice low and amused, “the sea’s warm enough… and no one’s watching. We could make a different kind of memory.” He grins, teeth flashing, eyes never leaving yours—“Unless… you’re shy now.”

🧡 Caleb takes you to

✈️ Interlaken, Switzerland

“It’s a place between sky and earth… quiet, steady. Even gravity feels gentler there. Thought we could use that.”

Cradled between Lake Thun and Lake Brienz and surrounded by the towering Bernese Alps, Interlaken is a town where the air is so crisp it feels engineered, and the stars seem within reach. It’s quiet, pristine, and high up—just how Caleb likes it. It reminds him of Skyhaven: elevated, distant, removed from chaos. But it also reminds him of simpler days—ones where you were close enough to reach without reaching for a weapon.

🏡 Where You’ll Stay:

A minimalist chalet perched just outside the town, where the windows stretch wall to wall and the fireplace is always lit (he’ll pretend it’s for your comfort—but it’s for his own warmth, too). He cooks for you here, though he insists on trying the local rösti and fondue at least once—grimacing at the smell of the cheese but finishing every bite anyway.

The shelves are lined with journals and dry biographies. He claims they’re for light reading, but you both end up ignoring them in favor of quiet evenings tangled up on the couch, listening to the fire crackle. At some point, he nudges your knee with his and says, “Loser has to cook tomorrow—first one to blink watching the flames.” He stares way too intensely, like he’s in a cockpit again, then grins when you finally laugh and look away. “Knew I’d win,” he says, smug as ever—then immediately pulls you closer like he hadn’t planned on letting you go, even for that.

✨ What You’ll Do:

Scenic flights over the Alps: Caleb books a private tour, but insists on co-piloting it himself. You see a real smile from him—aloft, above the clouds, where gravity is optional and time feels slower.

Hiking: He walks ahead in steady silence, only slowing when you fall behind. At the top, he stops by a pine tree and quietly carves both your initials into the bark. You tease him for it, and he just smirks—nudging the toe of your brand-new La Sportiva hiking boots with his own, like it’s not obvious he bought them for you. “What? You think I’d let you get lost up here without me?” Then, quieter, more serious: “Now the tree knows we were here. That’s binding, you know.”

Stargazing at the Observatory: Late at night, he brings you to a private viewing. He programs the telescope to your birth star. Then, without a word, he kisses you—like he’s been waiting years to catch his breath. His hand slips beneath your sweater, resting over your heartbeat like he needs to feel it to believe you’re real. “Pip-squeak… I kept looking up, hoping we’d be together again under the same sky.” He pulls you into a room and closes the door fast, like he’s sneaking you past the whole galaxy. His ears are a little pink, his smile just shy of cocky—but his hands are anything but hesitant as they find your waist. “This is probably a terrible idea,” he mutters, already leaning in, “but I’ve been dying to kiss you again since, like… ten minutes ago.” Then quieter, breath against your cheek— “And I’m not that patient anymore.”

❤️ Sylus takes you to

🏰 Sintra, Portugal

“Found a city carved out of myth and stone. Felt like ours. Secret. Sharp. Older than truth.”

Sintra is a town carved from fairy tales and nightmares. With its mist-drenched forests, winding stone paths, and gothic estates hidden behind ivy-covered walls, it feels like a place where time folded in on itself—and Sylus loves that. Old power breathes in this place, and so does he. It’s neither too sunny, nor too open. Here, the shadows know his name. He doesn’t visit Sintra—he returns to it, like something waiting for him never quite let go. Only now, he’s not alone. This time, you walk the paths with him—and the city seems to notice.

🍷Where You’ll Stay:

A centuries-old manor built into the forest hills, with high vaulted ceilings, stained glass windows that catch the dusk light like jewels. The air always smells faintly of candle wax, and red wine. The bedchamber fits the rest of the house: grand, shadowed, and meant to be lingered in. Heavy velvet curtains spill to the floor, half-drawn to let in moonlight through arched windows. The wardrobes, of course, are already filled—lined with Tom Ford velvet jackets and silk-lined Alexander McQueen evening coats in his size, and for you, bias-cut gowns by Iris van Herpen and delicate La Perla robes that barely count as clothing. Nothing sensible. Nothing simple. Every piece chosen like a promise he expects you to wear. There’s an underground wine cellar beneath the manor. You find a box there labeled only with your name. You don’t open it—until later, when he walks in, holding two glasses. Inside: a bottle of Colares red, aged and rare.

“Grown in sand. Impossible to tame,” he says, uncorking it. “Thought it matched you.” He pours a glass, eyes lingering on you—not the wine. “Complex, bold, with a taste that lingers. Familiar, no?”

🕯️ What You’ll Do:

Wander the ruins of Quinta da Regaleira: A castle that feels more maze than monument. Sylus walks ahead without a map, always knowing where to go—down spiral wells, through hidden tunnels, into chambers where crows perch. He teaches you how to read the symbols carved into the walls.

Attend a secret masquerade at a nearby palácio: He wears a sleek black half-mask with gold accents, sharp around the eyes. Yours is white lace, delicate, almost translucent—soft where he is all edge. When he pulls you close, the contrast looks intentional. It is. Someone asks you to dance, but before you can answer, Sylus appears at your side, offering his hand without looking at them. You dance once. Only once. He keeps kissing your neck between steps, his voice a low murmur against your skin: “You weren’t going to say yes… were you?” Then, lower, darker—“Good. I’ve got plans for you after this… and they don’t involve anyone watching.” His fingers trail up your arm, catching the strap of your dress. He tugs it just slightly—enough to make you shiver—then smirks without looking down. “Careful,” he murmurs, “this fabric’s begging to misbehave.”

Midnight horse ride through the forest trails: No lamps. Just you, him, and the echo of hooves. His coat flares out behind him like a shadow with its own will. When you try to kiss him mid-ride, he catches your chin with a smirk and mutters, “Bold move, kitten… but if you fall, I’m not catching you until I finish the lap.”

🩵 Zayne takes you to

🧊 Hokkaido, Japan (Winter Season)

“It’s quiet. Where silence speaks, steam curls into snowfall… and nothing’s in a rush to chase time. You’ll rest there.”

In northern Japan, Hokkaido turns into a quiet winter dream. Wide skies, frozen lakes, and natural hot springs tucked into snowy hills. It’s a place where nothing moves too quickly—perfect for a man who needs calm but can’t stand idleness. You arrive to soft flurries and pine-scented air. Zayne steps off the train in silence, adjusts his scarf, and takes your mittened hand like it’s instinct. He brushes a kiss over the fabric, like he doesn’t care if you feel it—only that he knows it’s there.

🎍Where You’ll Stay:

A secluded ryokan outside the city, with private onsen baths surrounded by snow-blanketed stones. Tatami mats, sliding paper doors, and dinner delivered in silence—steaming bowls of nikujaga, rich with simmered beef and potatoes, warming the space more than the heater. There’s only one futon, and though Zayne says nothing about it, he doesn’t hesitate to settle beside you.

Later, the two of you read side by side—your book, and in his hands, a freshly printed medical study he brought along “just to skim.” Eventually, he leans over and rests his head in your lap, the pages still open in one hand. You feel the shift in his breathing before the words stop. He’s asleep. You brush his hair back gently and keep reading, pretending not to notice the faintest smile on his lips.

❄️ What You’ll Do:

Onsen: The steam hides you both from the world. His muscles finally relax here, arms resting behind his head. When you move closer, he reaches for you guiding you gently into his lap. His hands glide beneath the water, warm against your back as he pulls you in, and he kisses you once—unhurried, sure, enough to leave your skin tingling despite the heat. After a long pause, his voice brushes your ear, low and steady: “You make it hard to stay composed.” Then quieter still—like it slipped past his guard—“I could get used to this.” With a quiet sigh, his fingers trace up the back of your neck. “You’re holding tension here,” he mutters like a diagnosis, thumbs already working at the muscles. “Cervical extensors are practically begging for intervention.”

Snowboarding: Zayne, practical as ever, is shockingly agile on the slopes. He helps you adjust your boots with quiet efficiency, double-checking every strap. The Gentemstick board? A gift. Custom-fitted, like it didn’t cost a small fortune. He barely mentioned it—just handed it over with a “You’ll need something better than rentals.” When you inevitably fall, he’s already there—brushing snow from your jacket with that rare, fleeting smile. The kind you feel for hours.

Stroll by the Otaru Canal: Lamps light the snow-covered path, their reflections dancing in the still water beside you. His breath fogs the air as he listens to your stories, his hand warm and steady in yours, thumb brushing softly against your knuckles. Zayne doesn’t say much—but when you pause, he gives your hand a gentle squeeze and murmurs, “Keep going. I like hearing you talk.” He buys you a cup of amazake and steals a sip, then another. “I told myself one sip,” he mutters, taking a third without breaking eye contact. “…That’s your fault.”

🩷 Xavier takes you to

🕊️ Hallstatt, Austria

“It’s this village… time sort of wanders, the mist forgets where it’s going, and even the silence feels warm. I think you’ll like it.”

Hallstatt is a lakeside village nestled in the Austrian Alps, where pastel houses cling to the cliffs and swans drift like whispers across still water. It’s small. It’s quiet. And it doesn’t ask too many questions. Xavier blends in here like a passing fog: strange, beautiful, unnoticed by most—except you.

He walks the dock with you in silence, fingers curled loosely around yours, like it’s the only tether he trusts. Sometimes, he glances out at the water, gaze distant—like he’s waiting for something only he’d recognize.

🚪Where You’ll Stay:

An antique guesthouse overlooking the lake, with creaky wooden floors and a perpetually sleeping cat that Xavier will definitely name something like “Commander Fluff.” The guesthouse is run by an elderly couple; the husband loves fishing, and Xavier quickly becomes his silent apprentice. The place is quiet, save for the ticking clock and occasional piano notes when Xavier thinks you’re asleep.

He tries to make breakfast—burns the bread, shrugs, and disappears into the main house. Thirty minutes later, he’s back with kaiserschmarrn, apricot jam, and fresh rolls, all neatly arranged like he didn’t just trade favors for it. You raise an eyebrow. “I asked nicely,” he says. Then, after a pause: “…And said I’d tune the piano.” He sets the tray down, takes your fork without asking, and adds—almost like he’s quoting someone—“They said it was romantic.”

🌫️ What You’ll Do:

Boat Drift on Hallstätter See: You rent a small rowboat. Xavier rows slowly, then lets the oars rest. You drift in silence until he suddenly says something ridiculous. “If I fall in and get eaten by a swan, promise you’ll tell people I went out heroically.”

Salt Mine Exploration: He insists on taking the oldest, least-trafficked tunnel. The air grows colder the deeper you go, the only light coming from scattered lanterns reflecting off salt-veined crystal. You brush your fingers along the wall—coarse and glistening. He catches your wrist before you can pull away, eyes dark with something unreadable. Without a word, he brings your hand to his lips and licks the salt from your skin—slowly, like he’s considering every grain. Then, lower: “I wonder,” he murmurs, mouth ghosting along your knuckles, “if the rest of you tastes like this.” In the next chamber, surrounded by silence and light fractured into a thousand gleaming shards, he kisses you—deep, consuming. When he finally pulls back, breath warm against your mouth: “You taste like the story this place tried to bury.”

Night Fishing: You do it together, lines cast in silence under the stars. You don’t catch anything, but he doesn’t seem to mind. At some point, you both drift off on the dock. When you wake, there are heater pads tucked under the blanket, warm tea in a thermos beside you, and a cashmere Loro Piana beanie pulled snug over your ears—one you definitely weren’t wearing when you fell asleep. Xavier is half-awake, blinking at the bird now perched on his shoulder. “Nap Assistant No. 4,” he mumbles, “brought nothing to report. Still… decent company”

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I wanna be a provider

Garner you in silk like a spider

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Writer’s note: Provider did things to me. This is the result, aka travel headcanons I’ve been working on since Even in Arcadia dropped. Feels so good to just drift away on a lil holiday with the boyos heeeh. (I’d love to try writing out Sylus’s full masquerade story someday because aaaa—it fits him too well, in my humble opinion lol). Okey then, thank you for reading 🫶🏻

[ellenhghg]

˖⁺‧₊˚Final Fantasy 7 boys and Beach dates˚₊‧⁺˖

Its way too hot here, so here are some Beach date headcanons for Cloud, Sephiroth pre- and post Nibelheim, Zack and Reno

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Cloud Strife ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

♡‧₊˚ Cloud is the type to pretend he's too cool for beach activities, but secretly loves building sandcastles with you ♡‧₊˚ Cloud is a low-key beach bum. He loves just lying on a towel, soaking up the sun, and napping the day away with his you by his side ♡‧₊˚ He's the kind of person to get sunburned easily, so you always have to remind him to reapply sunscreen. It's adorable how he wrinkles his nose at the smell. But Cloud would also be very vigilant about reapplying sunscreen on you, worried about you getting sunburned ♡‧₊˚ He gets flustered when you ask him to rub sunscreen on your back ♡‧₊˚ He's always vigilant, scanning the beach for any potential threats to your safety. Lifeguard Cloud is on duty! ♡‧₊˚ At night, he'd suggest a moonlit walk along the shore, holding hands and sharing deep conversations

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Pre Nibelheim Sephiroth ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

♡‧₊˚ Sephiroth arrives at the beach in full leather, refusing to change until you convince him ♡‧₊˚ Seph treats beach days like a military operation. He has every activity planned and scheduled, from sunrise yoga to sunset strolls ♡‧₊˚ He's the type to rent out an entire private beach just so he and you can have some uninterrupted alone time ♡‧₊˚ Sephiroth is an expert at beach sports. He'll dominate at surfing, jet-skiing, and paddleboarding, all while looking effortlessly cool ♡‧₊˚ He's not big on PDA, but he'll make an exception for holding you close while watching the sunset over the ocean ♡‧₊˚ Sephiroth would surprise you with a romantic beachside dinner, complete with gourmet cuisine and expensive champagne

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Post Nibelheim Sephiroth ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

♡‧₊˚ Lets be real he will probably think such dates are beneath him. But lets still imagine him. Post-Nibelheim Seph sees the beach as a reminder of his own godhood. He'll stand at the shore, arms outstretched, declaring his dominion over the waves ♡‧₊˚ He's the type to use his powers to create unnatural phenomena, like parting the sea or summoning a storm, just to impress (or terrify) you ♡‧₊˚ Sephiroth becomes obsessed with the idea of "purifying" you in the ocean, seeing it as a twisted sort of baptism ♡‧₊˚ He's not above dragging you into the depths, convinced that they'll emerge reborn as his perfect, submissive mate ♡‧₊˚ He becomes possessive, not wanting anyone else to lay eyes on your beach body. He'll glare daggers at any admirers ♡‧₊˚ He's oddly fascinated by seashells, collecting them obsessively and presenting them to you as "tributes"

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Zack Fair ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

♡‧₊˚ Zack is the ultimate beach himbo. He'll spend hours splashing in the waves, building sand sculptures, and playing beach volleyball ♡‧₊˚ Zack is the type to bury himself in the sand and pretend to be a merman, complete with a seaweed tail and shell bra ♡‧₊˚ Zack loves any excuse to show off his toned physique. He'll "accidentally" flex while applying sunscreen or challenge you to a swim race just so he can dive into the waves ♡‧₊˚ He loves to surprise you with underwater kisses, dragging you beneath the surface for a playful smooch ♡‧₊˚ He'll insist on taking a million couple's selfies, wanting to capture every moment of the perfect beach day together ♡‧₊˚ He'd be the type to buy matching couples' swimwear, insisting on wearing cheesy printed shirts ♡‧₊˚ He's a pro at giving piggyback rides through the waves, making sure you have the best time

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Reno ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

♡‧₊˚ Reno sees the beach as his own personal playground. He'll spend hours surfing, cliff-diving, and getting into all sorts of mischief ♡‧₊˚ He would "borrow" a jet ski and take you on a wild joyride, complete with daring jumps and 360 spins ♡‧₊˚ Reno is a shameless flirt and will use every cheesy beach pickup line in the book. "Is that a sunburn, or are you always this hot?" ♡‧₊˚ Would get drunk on beach cocktails and serenade you with off-key renditions of summer love songs ♡‧₊˚ He's the type to start a water gun fight with strangers, using his Turk skills to dominate the beach battlefield ♡‧₊˚ He'd suggest sneaking off to a secluded cove for some skinny dipping and underwater makeout sessions ♡‧₊˚ He's terrible at applying sunscreen evenly and ends up with the most ridiculous tan lines, much to your amusement

[scarletnakazato]

In the spirit of summer(ugh it’s still freezing over here but still)— what are your hc’s about a beach date?

• All Initial D Male and Female Characters • Word Count: 1,782. • Synopsis: In which you're on a beach date with the lovely boys and girls. • Note: Thank you for the cute ask Anon, apologies it took me forever to get to it!

Keisuke: Will go in the water with you for a bit, but I feel like this guy gives into his primal urges and likes to dig holes in the sand. Will probably dig a massive pit and shape it into a circular sitting lounge, sticking the umbrella in the centre to shade the entire pit and sit with you in it while you sip on cold fruity drinks after being in the hot sun for hours. If you both stay the whole day and sunset comes around, he’ll take you to a beachside restaurant or pub to sit outside and watch the sun set over the ocean while you eat and drink.

Ryosuke: He’d indulge you and go in the water with you a bit, but he seems more of the type to relax under the umbrella and simply enjoy the breeze and the warmth while staying under the shade to not burn, he’s pretty pale. Would also love to enjoy the sunset with you at a beachside restaurant with a walk on the pier together to enjoy the views before leaving for the night.

Takumi: If he’s not zoned out and blushing at the sight of you in a swim suit, he’d follow you around as you collect shiny shells and hold them for you in his hands, finding it adorable how you take the scavenging seriously and fish through the shallow water for them, sometimes get caught with a sneaky wave and get submerged for a second before popping back up, hair soaked and sticking to your face before plopping a shell or two in his hands and continuing on, earning a chuckle from him.

Takeshi: Oh, yes. Sure, it may have been your idea to go to the beach for the ocean, but those plans changed the minute he took his black t-shirt off, casually setting it atop your towel bag. His hair was left messy, seeing as gelling it would be useless if he’s gonna go in the water. His little messy strands on his forehead are doubled now that his hair was left natural. The water was completely forgotten as you sat on the large towel, simply staring and admiring his form. He’d give you one of those raised brows, his lips pressing together in a “really babe?” expression once he caught on to what you were doing. Don’t be surprised when he picks you up to carry you to the water, enjoying how you’re squirming around to get out of his hold, but also enjoying how easily those defined arms are holding you. The clear smirk on his face tells you he knows the effect he has on you before he drops his arms without warning, dropping you straight into the water. Only he’s surprised when you grab onto him at the last minute, taking him with you.

Shingo: Is a little shit. He’ll straight up carry you over his shoulder before Batista bombing you into the water like a WWE fighter. You’d resurface and find him laughing his ass off with that high pitched voice of his before deciding to take him with you and knock his legs out from under him, making him squawk before he goes under. Gives you the same unimpressed look you gave him after he comes back up. If you both go to back to shore to lay on towels, he’ll try to get a tan but with how pale he is, he burns easy so he’ll tan first, looking like how he did in Final Stage, but then the sunburn will come in a few hours later. Refuses to sunbathe again after that, going back to being pale and pasty instead of tan and tasty once again. He’d take you to a pub as well, but as I’ve previously headcanoned for him, he’s a lightweight, so expect to be driving the EG6 back home.

Itsuki: Probably got a beach date by doing that double date stuff with Takumi and Natsuki, or even when the SpeedStars went to the waterpark with Sayuki and Mako. You’d be a friend of one of the girls and basically be Itsuki’s date for the day. Though, he’d spend more time gawking and daydreaming about “hot babes in bikinis” than actually holding a simple conversation with you and spending time in the water or going down waterslides together if its at a waterpark. Typical Itsuki, heh.

Iketani: Holds it together better than Itsuki, will actually go in the water with you, maybe try to play volleyball with the large blowup beach ball. If it’s another double date, he’d be on your team of course, even if it’s against your friends. If it’s not a double date, he’s pretty much down for whatever you want to do. Doesn’t mind sitting back and relaxing at a table, or laying on towels with snacks and drinks while you two talk about cars, hobbies and anything else that interests you. He’s just happy to spend time with you.

Kenji: Similar to Iketani, just loves enjoying the moment. Definitely is the one to drive you to the beach, making a fun road trip out of it. Will like to check out nearby shops for goodies, and get one of those disposable cameras to take pictures of you in your element, and even request some where you pose in front of his car. Bro’s living the high life. Will totally rub it in Iketani and Itsuki’s face, showing him the pictures and going on about how hot you are, much to the dismay of the Lonely Drivers™.

Kenta: Will sunbathe 100%. As seen in Project D when Keisuke and Takumi get to sleep in that lovely hotel, the rest of the Project is “chilling” in the middle of summer under a tree in the shade. Except Kenta. Bro’s tanning full on. He’d be cool if you wanted to go out and do your own thing, play in the water, build sandcastles, dig holes, whatever, as long as he can get a good tan in, he’s a happy guy. I definitely see him falling asleep at some point, most likely on his stomach while he tans his back, and you decide to just bury him in the sand, putting scoop after scoop on top of him until it’s just his neck and head showing. He’ll have an uneven top tan and be mad about it lol. His front looks good, but his back is probably paler since he was covered by then and didn’t know about it. His sleeping mind wouldn’t process it either since the sand made him warm with the sun soaking it up so it’d feel the same to him.

Kyoichi: Doesn’t strike me as a beach enjoyer. I feel like his tough guy act and pride would tell him that enjoying the beach is a wuss boy’s activity. However, he’s more than happy to watch you enjoy yourself and admire your form in that swimsuit. Would definitely take you out to a bar later to fit his tough guy vibe, and give you his large jacket to keep you warm, but more so to keep you covered and prevent weird guys from staring at what’s his for a second too long. Only the Emperor gets to admire his Empress for longer than a second.

Rin:  Takes you on a romantic walk along the shoreline at early sunset. Ankle deep in the water as it rises and lowers periodically, enjoying each other’s company and talking about anything. Will take you to a scenic pier or nearby shrine overlooking the water after the sun goes down and perhaps dinner shortly after.

Go: Water fights you, hands down. Loses very quickly because he’s easily distracted by the water droplets flowing down your boobs and into your top. When you notice him standing still too long and catch on, not even registering your hand waving in his face, he’s completely unprepared to be tackled head on and dunked into the water. You wrestle him in the shallow water with alarming strength telling him that you’ll “cleanse his dirty mind of boobs forever” as you dunk his head in the water several times like a baby getting baptized.

Wataru: Is down to do anything, really. Will take you to the beach early in the morning so you have plenty of time to check out shops, restaurants, ice cream stands and more. Will also get a disposable camera, happy to take pictures of you with his car, building stuff in the sand, going in the water, any and all of it. Will help bring you buckets of water for your sand creations if you need more to help shape it. He’s rewarded with a kiss and “What would I do without my muscley hero, hmm?”

Nobuhiko: Seems pretty chill, would probably prefer to sit back and relax over anything else. Would go for a short walk with you before he’s ready to cool off under the shade again. I see him being temperature sensitive so he gets hot or cold easily. Would pack a bunch of snacks and drinks for you two to have as you lay on the towels, taking in the moment.

Mako: Would enjoy having some fun with beach volleyball. If it’s a double date with Sayuki, she’d team up with her against you and your friend and get as fiercely competitive as she does behind the wheel. Inadvertently kicks Sayuki’s ass and smiles all innocently about it. She also loves sitting back and enjoying some talking with you and learn new things about you and vice versa.

Sayuki: With how energetic she seems to be, I feel like she’d want to go to a waterpark over the beach like she did with the SpeedStars and Mako after the Usui race. Would drag you with her on all the rides and go in the massive wave-pool. If they had any little competition activities, she’d sign up right away and go full send, having every intention of winning. She’d be down for an early evening dinner and drive after to unwind and relax.

Kyoko: She’s the one who drives you both to the beach. Can’t go a day without driving her FD and would ask you to take pictures of her and with her next to the car. Like the time Natsuki asked a nearby guy to take pictures of her and Takumi at the beach, she’d do the same to a passerby while she hugs your arm or side sweetly, smiling bright for the camera before thanking the person and taking off with you to enjoy the water and find a couple fancy shells as keepsakes.

[merylstreepsworld]

Ohh lovely! In that case, may I request headcanons on how Donna and (preferably) fem!reader got together? Maybe reader is a guest at the hotel or something like that. With reader having a huge crush on Donna if that's possible. :)

Certainly! Thank you so much for the request! If you have any more requests, feel free to drop them in my request box!

Here are headcanons about how you and Donna got together:

1. You, a guest at Donna's hotel on the picturesque island of Kalokari, first encountered Donna when checking in. Donna's warmth and welcoming smile instantly made an impression on you, leaving you with a fluttering heart.

2. It was practically love at first sight for you. Donna's radiant beauty and magnetic personality had you swooning, and you couldn't help but steal glances at Donna whenever you crossed paths.

3. You found any excuse to ask for Donna's assistance, whether it was with luggage or advice on where to explore on the island. Donna was always willing to help, and you cherished those moments.

4. Donna noticed your frequent visits to the hotel's common areas and bar. She often engaged in friendly conversations with you, learning about your interests and passions.

5. Over time, you and Donna discovered common interests, particularly a love for music. You bonded over your favorite songs and artists, and Donna even serenaded you with her beautiful voice one magical evening.

6. You started volunteering for small tasks around the hotel, like helping with decorations or organizing events, just to be closer to Donna and get to know her better.

7. You couldn't help but daydream about scenarios where Donna might return your feelings, and these daydreams often involved romantic walks on the beach, shared laughter, and heartfelt conversations.

8. Both you and Donna were hesitant to admit your feelings. You shared knowing smiles and lingering touches, but it took a heart-to-heart conversation for you to acknowledge the undeniable attraction between you. You would often blush or stutter in Donna's presence, making it apparent to anyone with a keen eye that they had a crush

9. Donna's friends and coworkers at the hotel would tease her about your infatuation, causing her to chuckle and playfully deny any knowledge of it.

10. Donna, while initially oblivious to your crush, began to sense your growing affection. She found herself looking forward to your interactions and appreciating your presence at the hotel.

11. The island's enchanting moonlit nights became the backdrop for your late-night strolls along the beach. Under the starry sky, you shared your dreams, hopes, and secrets, forging a deep connection.

12. It was during a starlit beach walk that Donna's hand slipped into yours, her fingers entwining with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The connection between you both was undeniable.

13. One special evening, Donna invited you to join her for a private dinner on the terrace overlooking the sea. The intimacy of the setting allowed your feelings for each other to flourish, and a shared kiss under the moonlit sky sealed your attraction.

14. From that moment on, you and Donna became inseparable. You explored the island together, danced under the stars, and enjoyed each other's company in ways that made your bond unbreakable

15. Donna planned surprise romantic date nights for you, including candlelit dinners, stargazing on the beach, and even a private boat ride at sunset.

16. On a quiet afternoon, while watching the waves lap against the shore, Donna confessed her love to you. The words came naturally, as if they had been written in the sands of Kalokari itself. "I love you."

17. As your love deepened, you decided to make Kalokari your permanent home. Donna welcomed you with open arms, and together, you built a life filled with love, laughter, and unforgettable moments.

18. Sophie, Donna's daughter, was your biggest cheerleader. She encouraged your budding relationship and couldn't have been happier for her mom and you.

19. Together, you continued to explore the island, creating countless memories as you navigated the challenges and joys of your newfound relationship.

20. Deep down, you believe that Donna is the one who makes Kalokari the paradise it is, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

[scntlisi]

Creole monolingualism was very much a thing until the 1960s in St Lucia, with a majority of the population, particularly in rural parts speaking St Lucian creole exclusively.  As education became more readily available to people, only in English, this monolingualism declined though it was common to speak creole at home with about 80% of schoolchildren having creole as their first language in the 80s.

So Selipha spent a good time speaking creole on the island exclusively, not to the point where she’d forget French or English, but creole is definitely the language that comes most easily to her and the one she’ll default to whenever she can. She still tends to speak it depending on where she is on the island and will use it when talking to any other nation who speaks creole.

On a slightly related note Selipha’s spelling in creole hasn’t always been up to scratch as it was only standardised after St Lucia gained independence, she went through a phase of having awful spelling because she’d write it phonetically as opposed to it’s standardised form. 

Also there’s this really fun video about whether someone who speaks Haitian creole can understand St Lucian creole.

[creepling]

dating sammy fabelman headcanons

can be read as gn!

you definitely star in a lot of his short films. you are his muse

the way the light hits your face, the way you look on camera... oh he gets carried away

you're probs shy to be in his films and ask him to give you small parts -- or just cut you out entirely. but he says "no, nooooo you're amazing"

you'll be like "sammy i'm not an actor, give the part to someone who wants to do it"

and he hits you with the "you should be an actor! what, you just wanna have a normal, boring job like everyone else?"

and you're like "...yes, sammy. normal is fine"

you admire his creativeness, and he loves how straightforward you are. you can't think outside the box like him, but when he's getting too carried away with ideas, you're there to ground him.

he likes to film you doing mundane things. doing homework? cameras on. styling your hair? smile!

"sam, put the camera away"

"why? you're gorgeous"

"enough with the romantics, romeo"

his parents actually found out about your relationship because of the abundance of film he has of you. one day he was showing one of his movies to his family, but put the wrong film in by accident. then your face projected onto the screen and sammy can be heard saying behind the camera "there they are, the love of my life"

sammy's sisters erupt in shocked laughter "you're DATING someone?"

mitzi gushes "who is that, sammy? do they go to your school?"

sammy is fumbling with the film that refuses to shut off, his face crimson, "MOM STOP"

sammy's a hopeless romantic. before you become official, he was smitten by you and found it difficult to not gawk at you

and now he's dating you?? good golly, he feels so lucky

he makes it mandatory to take you on a date every weekend. your favourite spot is the beach, sitting on the shore and watching the sunset.

i see his love language being words of affirmation. he constantly wants to remind you how much he loves you, and likes the favour returned, but doesn't get butt hurt when you're not as intense as him. he's tries his best to refrain it but.... oh he loves you too much

you hate to admit it, but you like it when he's clingy. because on the days and weeks where he's too busy making his movies, he can't spend as much time with you (hence why he always wants you starring in them)

so when you meet him after a week of not seeing each other, and he just hugs you and splatters kisses all over your face, it makes you feel so happy.

when you don't have classes together and past each other in the corridor, you brush your hands in passing, taking in each others faces, before you have to go off again.

you love watching sam when he's concentrated. the way his lip is tight and eyes hyperfocused, it's a derpy face, but you think it's cute

he likes it when you play with his hair and sing songs softly in his ear. he thinks you have a lovely voice.

when sam is prone to have a panic attack, you're always there to comfort him. you get him a glass of water, sit with him silently and rub his back. now and then you'll say to him "everything is okay" "i love you" "i'm here for you, always". you seem to be the only person that can help him surpass it.

whenever you're having a bad day, sam knows you don't like the extravigants, so he does small things for you. when you graduate and live together, he cleans the house, does the dishes, makes the bed; and cooks your favourite meal for you coming in from work.

he'd just be an amazing partner, and you'd be high school sweethearts grown into loving, supporting relationship later in life. you're there for each other, thick and thin.

he really makes an effort, considering he seen how his parents ended up. he doesn't want the same happening to your relationship. if you were to leave, he'd have no idea what to do with himself.

[happypopcornprincess]

The Heartbreak Prince - Chapter Six

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

Word count - 2.3K

A/N - Angst, angst, angst, ANGST!!!! That's it. *I'm sorry :(*

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“…Miss Bagchi?”

Nisha’s eyes focused again on the girl sitting before her, staring at her in confusion.

“Yes, Sinopa?”

"I just wanted to know what you thought about supervising my project for my final year. You just grew quiet suddenly. Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine Sinopa. No worries.” Nisha laughed nervously and straightened up in her chair.

“Okay,” she smiled and got up from her chair, “I’ll mail you the project details then.” As Sinopa exited her office, Nisha saw how excited she was, probably overwhelmed by having a project supervisor.

A sad smile spread on her face, rewinding back years ago to watch Bradley do the same on his 18th birthday.

They cleaned the entire house for a birthday party. He refused a party at first, but Elena and her friends wanted one, so he agreed. Ice and Maverick flew in from Miramar. That might be the only positive thing that girl ever did in her life. This is because cleaning the house with Maverick, Ice, and herself made him come back.

The sunshine boy, her Sunny.

She heard his laughter after months. Maverick and Ice started a water fight in the garage while washing his Bronco. This ended up with all four drenched and soapy.

She shook herself out of the memory. Whatever happened in the past didn’t matter anymore.

-/-/-/-/-/-

The west coast sunset was as beautiful as the day Bradley saw them for the first time.

He swam in the shallow water, watching the sun disappear on the horizon. The water was cold as ice, and the clouds overhead approaching the beach were a welcome relief from the heat.

He had turned to the beach for answers since his Miramar posting. With everything going on in his life right now, the only thing that could clear his mind was a swim in the infinite ocean.

He called Nisha countless times and texted her to ask if she was okay. She hadn’t replied to anything. She was the only thing he could think about. It had been forever, but he was too dumb to realize that.

He swam to the shore, where he had left his belongings, carefree as the beach was empty of visitors on this stretch. As he got dressed, the wind blew hard and he shivered. He looked around the sand stretch and noticed someone sitting far away.

The flowy skirt, and her hair blowing in the wind, her eyes locked on the horizon.

Nisha.

-/-/-/-/-/-

The bottle was almost empty. The familiar burn of whiskey on her tongue did little to calm her down.

She had sworn off alcohol since moving to Miramar, but one phone call from her parents was enough for her to return.

Silent tears ran down her eyes thinking about her parents back in India, and how they handled her broken engagement, even after so much time had passed. Shame, ruthless comments from relatives, the shunning from the whole town for rejecting 'The Maheshwaris.'

Her mother cried on the phone, and her father refused to talk to her. They wanted her to get a job in India. With her qualifications, it would have been easy. But she could not go, leave San Diego. It was one place that felt like home after so long. She hadn’t told them why.

She doesn’t want to think about the reason right now. She wants peace.

“Nishi?”

Oh, how unlucky this day could get!

She turned to the source, and it was Bradley Bradshaw standing right next to her.

She attempts to get up, but stumbles, her head spinning from alcohol effects. If it wasn’t for Bradley, she would have fallen face-first into the sand. He grabs her arm and steadies her, his touch gentle and caring. She stares into his eyes for a moment before pushing him away. “Go away, Bradshaw.”

He straightened her up easily. “So, we’re on a last-name basis now? Great!” He grumbled, looking down at the bottle. He struggled to keep her upright. "You're drunk?” His grip tightened on her arm.

“Uh, huh?" Nisha mumbled, reaching out for what was left in the bottle.

Bradley took it away, “Nisha, why are you drinking?”

“-oh my god! I’m thirty-four for fuck’s sake Bradley, I can drink as much as I want!” Nisha staggered back, trying to get out of his death grip on her arm.

“Nisha, come on!” He dropped the bottle to hold her steady.

Nisha pushed him away. “You idiot!” she screamed. “That was expensive!”

/-/-/-/-/-/

Bradley had never seen her like this. He had no idea what to do. She was alone, and it was getting dark with storm clouds overhead. And there was no way she could go back to her house being this drunk out of her mind.

“Nisha, listen to me,” he tried to hold her hand, but she repelled him, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Nisha, listen-“

“Let. Me. Go!" she growls, walking away from him.

He ran after her. “What’s wrong? Talk to me, Nisha, please."

She didn’t even look at him. “I don’t want to.”

Bradley spoke up, his heart racing up at the way she was acting. “Nisha I’m here! Talk to me!”

Nisha stopped hearing this.

She turns to look at him, with teary eyes and her face etched with hurt and betrayal, she speaks, “Bold of you to say that.”

As much as he tried not to, Bradley felt anger rising in his throat. “Nisha, let’s get you home.”

She laughs humourlessly, “Yeah, no thanks.”

“Nishi…”

Angrily pointing at him, she shouted, “You don’t have any right to say that,” Before walking away, she said, “You don’t have any right to say that.”

She sobs, "You left. Bradley. You left and never looked back. You don’t get to drop into my life out of nowhere and ask to take me home.”

Bradley had been dreading this inevitable conversation for days. He breathed nervously, “I had nothing left back in Virginia…”

“You had me!” Nisha screamed out, “You had me, Sunny. Okay. You had me, and Dad, and Mom, you had us.” She sniffled.

The wind picked up, and Bradley was frozen looking at her.

“Ever since you helped me on the first day of freshman year I have been there. I was there at every game, every test, every time you fell sick, every time you lost, I was there Bradley.” She cried on. She has been by his side through all the ups and downs, supporting him every step of the way. She has been there to encourage him when he needed it most and to console him when he faced setbacks.

Bradley felt his face heat up, his heart beating fast with an ache in his throat.

“I told you not to go out with Elena. I told you so many times and you called me paranoid.” Nisha wiped off her tears and continued, “And I was still there when she left.”

“I missed Carol.” the ache in his throat grew as he heard his mother’s name. Bradley wanted to speak up but could not, “She was my mentor. I cried and cried for days and tried to make you cry too because you needed to. And when you finally did, I was there.”

His mind told him her words were influenced by alcohol, they meant nothing. However, his heart, his heart took over his senses and cried, “Why?” He screamed. “Why Nisha? Why did you...” He stopped abruptly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Because I love you, Bradley! I love you.” Nisha screamed out.

A cold wind blew their hair in all directions as the first drops of rain fell, and soon they were drenched in rain. She breathed heavily, and even though it was dark, he could see tears falling from her face. Her hair was stuck to her face, and for a second he saw the bubbly seventeen-year-old girl who was his light at the end of the tunnel.

“Nisha…” he tried to speak up, but she continued, “And no matter how hard I tried not to… I still do.”

Bradley’s vision blurred. He stepped towards her, but she staggered back again, “Don’t…” but before she could say further, her vision blurred, and she passed out seconds before he could catch her. Bradley quickly caught her and laid her down on the ground. He wiped away her tears gently before he closed his eyes and cried silently. He had never seen her so vulnerable before.

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“Come on Nishi pick up the goddamn phone!” Eric paced through the living room, looking outside at the weather worsening. Rain hit the windows at full force, the howling wind sending shivers down his spine.

He contemplated calling the University to ask about, and was seconds away from doing so before the doorbell rang. He ran to the door and opened it to give her a piece of his mind but instead, he was face to face with Rooster.

It took Erin a while to register him standing on his doorstep with Nisha on his side, hanging from his arm.

"Hi." Bradley says, adjusting Nisha to his side.

“Rooster?” Erin recognized the regular at the bar instantly and wasted no time taking Nisha’s other hand and carefully guide them to her room.

===

Bradley sat by her side after.

She dosed off as soon as her body touched the mattress, still in her soaked dress, still with dried tears on her face. His fingers ghosted over her hand.

But they stayed there.

He admired her from afar, her confession still ringing in his ears.

Because I loved you, Bradley! I loved you… And no matter how hard I try not to… I still do.

How blind. Oh, how blind he has been.

He looked around her room, how she had turned it into an exact replica of her Virginia home.

Books stacked everywhere, posters of singers and bands from their youth and… was that a lightsaber? A laugh escaped his lips and his eyes settled on her bookshelf. Or a picture frame to be exact.

He got up and looked closely. It was them. One of their first pictures ever.

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

1999

They posed in front of their high school’s headstone. His mother held the camera, gesturing for him to move closer to Nisha. She said something, but he couldn’t hear anything.

He looked at her, “Bradley, smile!” Nisha tugged on his arm as she laughed.

His eyes remained fixed on her face as she inched closer. He smiled, a funny sensation rising in his chest, the same one he felt the moment her hand stuck to his with duct tape. He was drawn to her like a magnet, and for a second, he thought he saw the same glimmer in her eyes. In fact, he must be imagining that, but before he could move away, he heard the camera click.

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

They were forever frozen in that picture. Two kids looking at each other, standing in front of their high school headstone. Unsure of what would happen next.

She fell in the hallway, and he fell for her the moment he looked into her eyes.

Warm and brown.

The same as his.

He loved her since he saw her.

And he didn’t even know it.

Erin's voice broke the silence as he looked at him standing in the doorway. "This will keep her warm," He had bought some blankets, and Bradley helped him cover Nisha with them.

“Thank you,” Erin breathed out. “I was worried sick. She wasn’t picking up her phone and-“

“It’s alright Erin. She’s safe now.” He says, looking at her sleeping form for a last time before moving out.

He couldn't give her peace, but he hoped she would find it in her sleep. She was safe here, with her trusted friend. He will keep her safe.

They left her sleeping in her room. Bradley closed the door after looking at her for the last time. "She was drinking on the beach when I found her. I've never seen her like this, what happned?" he asked Erin.

The young man breathed out, his shoulders falling. "It's not my story to tell. Just... life's been harsh on her for a while." Erin looks at him, "Did she say something to you?"

"No," he replied abruptly.

Erin smiled in response, "I'll let you know when she gets up. You should change before you catch a cold." He pointed towards his wet clothes.

"No, Erin," Bradley replied. "Don't mention me," he said. He looked around the room, then back at Erin. "You take care." He smiled and stepped towards the door.

Before he could step out of her house, Erin spoke, “Be gentle with her Rooster,” he turned to see him standing in her doorway, “she’s healing something she didn’t break for the second time.”

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[awkwardtortilla]

Ayoo I discovered your blog not long ago and I find that what you write is really cool, so if you are interested can you make headcanons of the Madrigal grandchildren when they do summer activities with their S/O pls :))?

Ooo sounds fun

Summer Activities w/ the Madrigal grandkids

This is an interesting idea, I like it! Antonio isn’t on here tho bc he’s a wee babe. Sorry this took forever to answer I kinda forgot about it

warnings: none???

Isabela

I honestly think summer is Isa’s favorite season

Everything’s so bright and colorful and alive

So you guys would be all over the place

Lazy days at the beach

Wandering around the forest

Hell maybe even surfing

Oooo and food

Popsicles, ice cream, etc

There would rarely be a time you guys had a healthy meal

Idk if this counts as a summer activity but y’all would definitely do tie-dye projects as well

Luisa

I can’t really see Luisa doing anything super crazy or active

But she does really love hanging out at the beach with you

She would love making sand castles, burying each other in the sand, and collecting sea shells

She very much enjoys goofing off in the shallows with you

But Luisa is a more laidback person so her favorite is being sprawled out on a big ass blanket or towel under a big ass umbrella with you next to her

On said blanket or towel you guys would sit and watch the sunset

Your knees would be loosely tucked to your chest

She’d be leaning back on her hands with her legs spread out in front of her

You would sigh and rest your head on her shoulder

In return Luisa would rest her head on the top of yours

As the sun dips below the horizon your guys’ wide, lovesick grins would still be shining bright

God it would just be so wholesome, much like everything else with her

Mirabel

You would have to drag Mira out of the house

I mean she doesn’t like being cooped up and would love to go out with you but it’s just so friggin hot

So you’d have to bribe her with a “we can get fabric while we’re out?”

She’d be all dramatic and flop out of her chair and be like “fineeeee”

So y’all would get cold treats and roam about the market and Mira would insist that you were just here for fabrics but you’d lead her everywhere else

You guys would be sweaty as hell but you’d still hold hands

Idk it just seems like Mira would love holding your hand

You’d have so much fun shopping and ppl watching the heat would be forgotten

And by dinner you’d be so full of street food you’d have to skip the family meal

Dolores

Dolores would also not be doing anything super exciting

She’d go shopping and take walks around the town and spend days at the beach with you

I know, I know, I’ve said the beach for a lot of these but that’s the only summer activity I can think of

She seems like a pretty mature person but I could see her building sand castles and splashing around in the shallows

She’d love to walk along the shore as the sun sets, talking about nothing and everything, occasionally picking up a pretty seashell

She doesn’t seem like she’d be a fan of sweets either so probably not too many frozen treats but she’d enjoy an ice cream I think

Camilo

Oh boy

Summer activities with Camilo would be fun but chaotic as hell

I mean almost everything with him is but ya know

Like Isa, you and Milo would also be all over the place

You’d be dancing around town to street performers’ music

Handing ice cream and popsicles out to kids while stealing a few for yourselves

Exploring the forest, walking in streams, splashing in rivers

And if you’re going to the beach you’re gonna be there all day

You’ve got food, floaties, blankets, towels, more food, and one giant ass umbrella

Like it’s so big you’re pretty sure Camilo had to ask specifically for this size

You two are having a blast, building sand castles, finding critters in the sand, starting full blown splash wars in the water

You’d have to fight birds off your food but you were giggling about it after so it wasn’t all bad

You guys would be walking back to your blanket and umbrella as the sky starts to turn orange, finally settling down to watch the sunset

You’d plop down on your blanket and Camilo would wrap a big towel around you both, pulling you close and resting his chin on your shoulder

You’d probably take a deep, content breath and say “it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

And I have no doubt he’d say “yeah” but not even be looking at the sky

Instead he’s looking at you

You’d scoff and laugh and shove him a little “god you’re so cheesy” but you can’t deny the blush

Camilo would laugh and pull you back into him and be like “ayy, you know you love it”

You’d probably miss the sunset bc of all your flirting and goofing around

[toraashi]

reuniting with them; genshin impact

feat. kazuha, xiao and scaramouche (headcanons and blurbs)

mild angst in scaramouche’s, skinship, gn!reader, no other warnings

Kazuha

☾ Kazuha misses you like he misses home. It’s a dull ache in his chest that grows when he looks out to the ocean, watching the waves push and pull. It’s a grim reminder that you and he are separated by miles and miles of emptiness.

☾ Ever the romantic (and the optimist, I think), he pulls through with the knowledge that despite your distance, the wind will always connect you and return you to his side. 

☾ Kazuha places a lot of faith in fate, so he isn’t too disheartened, but his wistfulness makes appearances in his poems and the distant looks he gets when left in thought for too long.

☾ That being said, he keeps tabs on your through connections, if possible. When they dock in Ritou, he asks Beidou if she’s heard anything regarding you or your well-being. It comes off rather nonchalant, like just another conversation topic, but Beidou knows better.

more utc!!

☾ Any longing is only heightened when they occasionally dock in Ritou. God, the knowledge that you are but a breath away tears at him. Out at sea, you feel like a dream, but in Ritou, you feel so real. Too real. The maple leaves, street lamps, warm laughter, and a pink sunset usher back fond memories of what was left behind. The irrational side of him longs to find you with urgency, to grab your hands and press kisses to your knuckles. To plead with you to leave with him, to apologize profusely for leaving with only a note. The guards lining the shores stop him. Kazuha couldn’t put the burden of that life in your hands, even if he knows you’d accept his offer in a heartbeat.

☾ So, for now, he lets your memory linger in his mind, thinking back on shared experiences in the quietest moments and entrusting your protection to the wind, praying it keeps him informed on your safety.

Scene

A fall return to Ritou felt like things were coming full circle. It could have been just yesterday he had slipped into your quarters with a signed and sealed letter bearing a solemn apology and earnest promise of return.

Since abolishing the vision hunt decree, Kazuha was free to resume his life in Inazuma, but walking the streets of the port town felt off. While the maple leaves felt heartbreakingly nostalgic, indulging in the sights felt trivial with his narrow focus. His legs itched to run, fingers twitching with anticipation as he searched (seemingly halfheartedly, but he would fool no one with that austere gaze) the area.

"Kazuha?" The meek voice stiffened his shoulders, and he swiveled with shock, the ups and downs of his name like honey on the individual's tongue. It was a sugary sweet sound that sent chills down his spine, and his heart melted at your familiar visage standing down the road, a bag tucked into your arm, eyes a collection of emotions under the orange sunset. You looked quite like an emissary from Celestia, and Kazuha's lips pulled into a quaint smile, heart swollen with adoration and resolved longing. The boy simply held out his hand, watching as your body went taut with emotion, bag clattering to the cobblestone. In a heartbeat, you were in his embrace, arms thrown around his shoulders, nose tucked into his neck, painting the pale skin with relentless tears. His fingers pressed into your back, eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled your autumnal scent, brain fuzzy as you engraved wobbly smooches into his shoulder like a wax seal into an envelope.

"You came back-" You bawled, a fresh wave of tears soaking his clothes when his embrace tightened. Contentment washed over him like a cool breeze, "I thought I'd never see you again." At that, the wandering samurai withdrew slightly, sliding a hand up your shoulder to pinch your chin, angling your watery gaze to his. He appeared calm as ever, but only you would notice the twitch of giddiness in the corner of his lips, the soft crinkle to his eye.

"Nothing could keep me from you for long. The winds will always bring us back together, and that is a promise, my love." His words coaxed a whine from your lips, and he slid both of his hands to cup your damp cheeks, thumbs brushing across your cheekbones. The softness in his eyes was practically tangible, a heart-aching mix of adoring, pleading, and absolute gratification. "Don't cry, dear." Your fingers cinched into his clothes, and he let out an exasperated sigh - all love - and dipped to your lips, tasting the salt and indulging in the pleasant nostalgia.

Xiao

☾ Xiao has been alive for a very long time, but time has never passed as slowly as it has now. 

☾ He has spent a vast majority of his life alone, so he wouldn’t feel the deep burn of longing up front, and if he does (he will), he shovels it down as trivial feelings. The way he sees it, he has a job to do. Mortals come and go, and although you swore you’d return before long, it wouldn’t make much of a difference if you didn’t, nor would he be surprised.

☾ But, it’s your persistence and reliability that intrigued Xiao to begin with, and that creeping black hole you’ve left in his chest with your absence only grows and grows. 

☾ Xiao gets antsy. As time ticks on, it gets harder for him to ignore the intrusive thoughts that ring through his brain. True, mortals are finicky and unreliable, but it was you who promised. He’s afraid to place his trust in you, and as time drags on, his inner conflict on whether he actually cares if you return only grows.

☾ Additionally, the thought of your well-being is a pressing thought. He had you swear up and down that if you needed even the smallest thing, you would call for him, and yet you haven’t. He trusts your capabilities, you’ve proven yourself countless times, but he hates feeling helpless, and not being clued in on your well-being eats at him. 

☾ All of these emotions fester in him violently. He’s quicker to anger and less patient with other mortals. He tries to reign himself in, feeling irritated that he’s giving into petty emotions so easily, but deep down he knows that first he will have to sort through the hurricane of emotions raging in his chest. 

☾ He starts counting down the days until your promised return, building quite the lecture to give you, and another if you show up late. He desperately doesn’t want to think of what he’ll do if you don’t return at all. Of course, when you come home at your promised time, all of Xiao’s bottled up anger dissipates.

Scene

You returned to the inn with a sunny smile, greeting the employees amicably, and as Xiao watched from his perch above, face placid, he couldn't help a huff, folding his arms across his chest. The light caught your eyes so beautifully, and the twinge in his heart fought its way to the surface. 

He waited with an impatient tap to his foot as you climbed the stairs, fighting the urge to run over and carry you the rest of the way. Why were mortals so painfully slow? Did you not understand the urgency of the situation? 

Once you reached the top, you dropped your bags with a sigh, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a breathy laugh. You caught Xiao's narrowed eyes with a radiant glow that nearly had him rethinking his faux irritation. You were so intertwined with Liyue it startled him sometimes. Your love for his nation and its views warmed his heart more than he liked to admit. It was such a wholly human trait that almost made him envious, yet so subtly pleased you were able to enjoy the mortal existence he fought for you to enjoy daily. 

"What took you so long?" He demanded, shifting when you approached carefully like he was an alert animal, fangs bared.

"I came back exactly when I said I would." You stopped a few feet in front of him, your happiness blinding. "I missed you." He scoffed slightly at that, but the gesture held no malice. His piercing gold eyes followed your hand as it outstretched, fingers wiggling invitingly. He stared them down accusingly; of course, you came back when you said you would. He should've expected nothing less, and he felt a wave of repugnance for himself at his own distrust. You'd never been anything but reliable. 

Sighing lowly - relentingly, he allowed himself to be swallowed by your encompassing love, ignoring your open palm and encasing you in his arms. His forehead pressed against yours as his eyes fluttered closed, basking in the sensation he didn't realize he missed so desperately until now. Your head tilted up just slightly, and he flinched faintly when your nose brushed against his, his fingers digging into your skin. 

"You could've been hurt," He reprimanded half-heartedly, shivering when your hands traced his shoulder blades, leaving a trail of goosebumps (involuntary, he'd insist) in their wake. 

"Does that mean you missed me?" Your voice wafted over his lips in soft puffs, and he clung to you tighter, wanting to deny it yet not having the energy to lie that outright. Thus, he chose to ignore it, brows furrowing and letting the conversation putter out, basking in your comforting embrace and the soft chirps of crickets outside. 

Scaramouche

☾ Scaramouche takes it the least well.

☾ He does trust you, to some level, but there is a massive inner conflict that he no doubt takes out on you. It’s Xiao’s situation x100.

☾ Scaramouche misses you like you miss your favorite restaurant being closed down or a song you liked being removed from Spotify (uneloquent, but probably the most accurate description), he is angry. He feels betrayed and it only grows with your absence. 

☾ Your leaving was unjustified. While originally he said he was fine with it, he feels like there’s nothing that needed to be done that was more important than you remaining by his side.

☾ Scaramouche has the misfortune of viewing the world as inherently untrustworthy. He doesn’t even see himself as a good person (most certainly not an honest one), and thus he is convinced that you have left him perpetually. 

☾ His staff is entirely a victim of his anger. Excuses are unacceptable, and he will not let them forget if they disobey his orders for any reason.

☾ But in the quiet of his quarters, he sits and he boils with frustration that you are not here to run your hands through his hair while he pours over paperwork. That you are not here to rub his shoulders when the vexation gets too much, or to snap at him when he maybe takes it out on you. You were his partner. His companion.

☾ On one cruel night when his thoughts grow louder than the crickets, he storms out, and his fury melts into something else when he looks at the stars. In his experience, everything in this world, every desire was born out of pure selfishness. He truly believed this, yet why did he crave you so desperately? Why did you promise to return, and why did he want to believe you?

Scene

“So you’re back?” He demands, indigo eyes raking over your form accusingly. You drop your bags to the floor like you own the place, and he is appalled by your audacity. 

“Of course I am. I said I’d come back, didn’t I? It was only a few weeks, Scara.” Your smile burned a brand into his heart, and he jolted back like a vampire from light. 

“I’m not a fool. There must be a reason for you to come crawling back to me.” The confusion etching into your features at his biting words only served to irritate him further. “Your faux innocence isn’t amusing. You’re naive if you think I can’t see through it.” He sneers, ignoring the voice in his head, begging him to stop pushing away the one good thing that’s happened to him. 

“Excuse me?” The question comes out shrill with disbelief, your lips downturned. 

“It was only a matter of time. I’m only glad I anticipated your betrayal.” His last words have you folding your arms over your chest, inhaling his guarded persona. You appeared irritated, and he supposed it was only fitting. Your pathetic plan was painfully obvious, and Scaramouche wouldn’t be the idiot who fell into your trap. 

“I wrote to you weekly, Scara; what are you talking about? I’m exhausted, and I’ve missed you.” Your voice grew soft at the end, and he scrutinized your features with a thick scowl, watching intently as your face fell with discontent. 

“If you missed me as dearly as you insist, there wouldn’t have been a return. You never would have left.” Out of longing or scorn, Scaramouche steps towards you, smiling haughtily, leaning towards you condescendingly. He mocks, painting a wicked grin onto his cheeks, playing the role of a winner in a one-sided battle. 

“I had somewhere to be. I thought we discussed this already.” Your frown felt like an arrow to the heart, but the harbinger was no stranger to pain and let the wound be. 

“You were my partner.” He snaps, gnashing his teeth like a frenzied animal, like a dog backed into a corner. The words are laced with far too much sentiment for his liking, but they won’t stop pouring from his lips despite it all. “There was nowhere more important for you to be than by my side.” 

You click your tongue, eyes softening as your fingers inch closer, enrapturing his and bringing them between you. An amused glint shimmers across your sclera, and the boy’s initial reaction is to take offense, and yet when you smatter kisses across his reddened knuckles, the defenses seem to crumble. Naturally, his eyes remained narrowed, gaze suspicious as ever.

“I see how it is,” You begin, peeking over his hands into his eyes. “I’m sorry I scared you, but I promised I’d come back, didn’t I?” Somehow, this level, expecting tone you displayed in moments like these seemed to coax him from his hysterical high, and he was scoffing, avoiding your searching gaze like the plague. “I’m not going to betray you, Scara. I’m not going to leave you alone. I know you have some complex about humanity being loveless, but I love you; therefore, there must be some good in this godforsaken world.” 

He chose to remain silent, side-eyeing your expectant, ever-patient gaze. 

“Fine.” He grunts, but the wash of relief in his chest is unmistakable. Especially so when you cross the final bridge, slowly folding your arms around his shoulders, fingertips dancing across the nape of his neck, breathing pluming pleasantly against the shell of his ear. 

“Did you miss me too?” Mischievous. It warms his cold heart somewhat as you slowly coax him down from his suffocating anger, reminding him that emotions don’t have to be so overwhelmingly bombastic. They, too, can be a slow burn in his chest that soothes his soul, and you seem to quell the worst of it to cool embers. Maybe that’s why he likes you, but as he finally cedes, leaning into your touch and grumbling a ‘whatever’ into your shoulder, he decides he can’t be bothered to figure out the schematics of his feelings right then and there. All that matters is that you’ve returned precisely where you belong. 

[chocobrotus]

May I request headcanons for the chocobros on how they would propose to their crush?

Thanks for your request!

Honestly. This took me soooo long because I had no idea of how Noctis would act. I'm not fully satisfied with the results but I hope you enjoy it anyways ❤️

How the Chocobros would propose to their crush

Noctis:

Tries to act chill but is a flustered mess on the inside

Holding his neck, eyes on the floor

"so..." Doesn't know what to say

"I think it's kinda obvious why I brought you here...right?"

He clears his throat before he continues to talk

"I was... thinking about how much time we've spent together..and..well...I want to be honest with you: I really like you and I would love to be your boyfriend...but being the prince can be a pain in the ass when it comes to such things...but...maybe if you also like me this way we could try to make it work"

He looks up to your face again when he finished talking

Prompto:

This guy is a MESS

So flustered, that he forgot how to speak properly

Starts with a joke because he doesn't know how to handle this awkward situation

Pushes out a nervous laughter until he starts with a "uhm...yeah..."

"I was just...wondering...you know.."

He moves back as the courage leaves his body

"it's stupid...I mean...not you! I'm stupid! You're great!...it's just stupid to think that you would feel the same way as I do"

He didn't even realize what he said until he stopped talking

He takes a deep breath

Now that it's said, he has no choice but to simply say it out loud

"I would...love to be your boyfriend..if you do.."

Looking towards the floor until you answer him

Ignis:

Is very confident because being a gentleman is one of his main traits

Will invite you to a walk through the garden

cuts off a flower you admire and gives it to you

He stopped as he turnes towards you

Takes your hand before he starts talking

"you know dear... everytime I look into your eyes, it takes away my breath for a moment... I've never been interested in relationships since I'm the prince's advisor...but if you feel the same way as I do...it'd be a pleasure to call you mine.."

There is strong eye contact in every moment of this proposal

Gladiolus:

This man is not shy AT ALL

Very flirty

He takes you to his favorite place on a small lake as you both sit down on the shore

You both watch the sunset as he takes a breath

" I think it's time to make things clear"

It's weird for him to have such strong feelings towards one person since he has a flirty personality

"I guess I don't have the right words for that...its just a fact that It drives me nuts to think about anyone else touching you..or that there could be anyone else who'd be with you"

He intentionally holds your hand while talking

He finally looks into your face

"so... if I also drive you crazy like this we should consider being crazy for each other"

[curryandbread]

The male student ask but for the first year gang pls

TWST first years falling for a male student headcanons

hi anon!! i’m so sorry but i only got to work on this again after a while >< so sorry for delay;;; been too busy lately.

if you guys know genshin impact, i was busy preparing for an event i’m hosting, also where i get to interview Christian Banas (ENG VA of Thoma) anyways 😭

hope you enjoy!!

TW: Mentions of homophobia

Ace Trappola

He’ll somehow feel confused. He also feels a little weird for liking the same sex as him.

He’ll just shrug it off and say it’s just a phase.

Until the feelings became stronger and pretty much occupied him the whole day everytime you’re in his sight.

Honestly, he starts to act really awkward around you the more he discovers these feelings for you.

And everyone can see right through him. He’s stupid to realize soon that he’s exposing himself.

Nowhere to turn anymore, he has to accompany you nearly everywhere, just so that he’d hint you that he has completely taken an interest in you.

He’d perhaps offer to fetch you from your dorm and walk with you to your class every morning.

Deuce Spade

Okay, ever since the whole egg realization he became more antsy around you. He actually commends you for that, giving him a new light in his knowledge of life.

He still doesn’t know how to react to falling for a male like him,, however he’s been open about the topic for a while. So it shouldn’t bother him.

He commends you a lot for how you’re always there to actually restraint the ADeuce + Grim trio.

However his fondness to you absolutely shows, and he just chickens out everytime someone talks to him about it.

He’s still kinda denying these feelings for you. “I came here to study!!!”

He’ll pretty much do the same as what Ace offered, fetch you and walk to classes...

He’ll take you to the shore and maybe, just maybe, he’ll find the right time to tel you these uncontrollable feelings, since he knows he gets relaxed around the environment.

Jack Howl

Jack’s eyes are filled with stars every time he sees you.

He adores your courage, especially with you stood up for your friends. He finds it quite charming.

He will be just as confused as Leona. Wanting to harbor these strong feelings for you.

That gave him more reasons to fall in love with you, and the sex doesn’t matter to him. He’s happy that he met you.

Leona sees hearts flying right behind Jack everytime he’s seen around the dorm. It honestly pisses him off. “Oi, fresh baby. Stop with the fawning and just bring that disgusting lovey dovey shit elsewhere. Just not near me.” Leona said.

And when he does realize his feelings for you, he’s a bit embarrassed to know he keeps these kind of feelings despite his wild, strong appearance.

He’d take you out to watch sunsets with him, at the same time show you how much he appreciates and loves you.

Epel Felmier

His heart started beating for you the moment you defended him agains Vil’s forceful wishes onto Epel.

But you’re a guy, and he’s a guy! Of course Epel finds it absolutely weird!

He somehow felt ashamed, why and how on earth did he gather these feelings for you?

Of course, he’d tell these frustrations to Deuce rather than to Rook. Who knows what Hunter can do after receiving such information?

Deuce tells him it’s totally normal, but Epel goes like “W’THE ‘ELL?? ‘S NOT NORMAL”

Honestly would take him lots of convincing until he learns to embrace it.

He would try his best to get closer to you, offering you a helping hand when in need. Hoping you’d get the message.

Sebek Zigvolt

Honestly this man is loud, so of course his feelings towards you will be very loud.

He’ll turn into a tomato every time you’re around. It’s painfully obvious, unfortunately.

“HUMAN! W-W-WANT ME TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR BOOKS?!?!”

Honestly.... He’d hate himself for falling in love with you. He’s scared that he’d end up just like his parents who he’s despised for he’s born as a half-human.

“ME?? I-INLOVE WITH THE HUMAN?! NONSENSE!!!!!! NOBODY KNOWS.” Everybody knows.

He’ll just be tailing you everywhere, hoping to learn new things about you in order to turn your attention to him.

Everyone in Diasomnia just encourages him to make his move, but Sebek’s too stubborn.

But of course, if Malleus said it, Sebek does so in a flash.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello Miss Raven! Happy one year to you and your blog! May I request some wedding headcanons with Azul and Jamil with a fem reader please? Thank you! 🧡

I also wrote these Azul x merperson S/O wedding headcanons if you’d like to read those~

***Mild spoilers for the Scalding Sands Fireworks event!***

I do.

The venue is to be on the beach, where the shore and the sea meet. It’ll be hot, so you take care to order tents to keep seating cool, and warn the guests to come in appropriate footwear. (You opt to go for strappy sandals yourself to make it easier to walk around in your wedding attire.)

Speaking of guests, there’s a mix of humans and nonhumans, namely merfolk, at the ceremony. Whereas the human guests happily wander on the golden sands, the merfolk guests splash around in the water. It’s a union of land and sea, a reflection of your perfect partnership with Azul.

Just because the wedding is outside doesn’t mean it can’t still be classy! The décor is mostly white, with lavender accents, pearl beading, and water lilies and colorful coral centerpieces. (Azul spent a long time meticulously combing through wedding catalogues to find the ideal silverware to pair with your decorations!)

There’s a large variety of food at the wedding, but of course, your husband-to-be makes a beeline for the fried stuff. It’s a special day, so he figures why not indulge? You join him to feast, offering to hand feed him a piece of fried chicken or a bit of cake every so often--which Azul graciously accepts with a bit of a blush.

You were originally going to hire an orchestra, but Idia ends up being all the music you need. (”He’s free and convenient,” as Azul had described him. “Not to mention he owes me, and the time has come to collect.”) With DJ Shroud running the dance floor, there’s a mix of classic and modern music sure to satisfy guests from all walks of life.

The weather’s so nice on your special day, so you take advantage of that for pictures! You can walk along the shoreline and perch on the pier, or even leave messages in the sand with sticks or your own feet and hands. Azul’s very shy and hesitant about having his picture taken at first, so it takes some encouragement on your end before he becomes more comfortable around the lens. As long as he’s focusing on you, he’s never nervous, and his smile doesn’t fade.

When the time comes to toss your wedding bouquet, you and Azul instead write your vows out on slips of paper, then place them in a bottle and cork it. The message in a bottle is set into the sea, with the hope of one day blessing its discoverer with true love.

The ceremony concludes with you and Azul riding off into the sunset on a lavishly decorated ship. Your guests see you off with smiles and waves--and with the smashing of a champagne bottle against the vessel (the twins’ idea, not yours or Azul’s) your voyage to newlywed life begins. 

The wedding is to held in the heart of Silk City, in Asim Park. Of course, you’ve got Kalim’s full support and financial backing for the event! He’s so excited to attend his best friend’s wedding that he waives the entire rental fee for the venue for you. (Yay, money saved to go toward an extravagant honeymoon vacation!)

Being the worrywart and the overachiever that he is, Jamil originally attempts to arrange the entire wedding by himself. He’s used to this work thanks to Kalim’s constant parties, but it soon becomes apparent that a wedding is too big for even Jamil to handle alone. You intervene to remind your husband-to-be that this should be a team effort. Then, and only then, does he finally relent and invite you to assist.

The wedding pays homage to the customs of the Scalding Sands, with an extravagant twist (thanks to funding from Kalim). There are traditional instruments and foods, plus swathes of fabric and jeweled decorations abound. Your garb is just as bejeweled and flowy, with a sparkling headdress, fine slippers, and jewelry hanging off of your neck and limbs.

Jamil is obligated to invite Kalim and appoint him as the best man and ring bearer (much to his own chagrin). Kalim ends up crying while giving a speech about his friend, which makes Jamil want to disappear into the ground. Meanwhile, Najma is one of the bridesmaids, and excitedly helps you do your hair and makeup for the ceremony. (By comparison, she and Jamil bicker as they’re preparing.)

The centerpieces feature jasmine and desert roses--though Asim Park boasts so many flowers that the entire wedding smells lovely anyway. While you’re going around and greeting guests, Jamil picks a jasmine flower and tucks it behind one ear. “As pure and as graceful as you are,” he murmurs, a sly smile on his lips.

Most of the guests are standing or walking around the park. Kids enjoy running their hands around or playing near the peacock fountain, while the older folk like admiring the plants. But most importantly, people love tearing up the big dance floor! Jamil joins in himself, putting on a stellar break dancing performance in spite of his suit. It’s rare to see him so loose, so free--it puts a smile on your face. He catches you staring and grins, tugging you by the wrist to join him in the next dance.

Instead of doves, parrots are released into the sky. You and Jamil open up their cages and set them free together--and as the parrots escape and fly away, you watch them, hand in hand, wishing them the same happiness as what you’re experiencing today.

As the night draws to a close, you and your new husband board a magic carpet. You still hear Kalim sobbing happily as you take off-- Fireworks light up the sky as you delve into the diamond-dusted evening, promising a bright and colorful future for you both.

[bajisfangs]

hi, hi! may i request late night walks hcs with sanzu, shinichiro, and inupi? thanks in advance, have a good day/night ‹33

LATE NIGHT WALKS

about ; sanzu haruchiyo, shinichiro sano, seishu inui

contains ; gn!reader

note ; lmao i finally got around to finishing this </3 thank u for requesting !

SANZU HARUCHIYO

late night walks = sanzu hitting you up at 3 am telling you to get up get out and walk with him

he secretly liked watching the sunset with you in silence and on the roof of someone’s house

if you get cold easily he doesn’t even hesitate to give you his jacket or hold your hands to keep them warm

he’s not very vocal about his affection but he shows it through actions a lot and it’s nice for the most part

SH: do you want to eat? my treat.

i headcanon him to be kind of broke as fuck but he scrapes what he has and makes do

SHINICHIRO SANO

why would you walk when he has a motorcycle

makes you wear the only helmet he has because he’d rather be the one who gets it bad rather than you

he drives you and him anywhere and wherever his bike takes him but of course he stays within tokyo because his grandfather would beat his ass if he goes further than that

sometimes he stops by the ocean view with you so you can hear how the waves kiss the sandy shore and how pretty the moonlight is dancing on top of it

despite all that, he looks at you like you were the only view in the area, kissed by the moonlight as you enjoy the place he brought you to

SEISHU INUI

i like to think that he’s more of a homebody but fuck there are times where seishu needs the peace and quiet late night walks offer

it’s better if you’re walking with him

it’s only during those times where seishu actually opens up about how he’s feeling, vulnerable to you with his emotions

like expected seishu carries a lot of burdened feelings that you didn’t think he even carries

at the end of the walk, he always holds your hands and thanks you for accompanying him on a nice walk

SI: i’ll call you again. please wait for it.

he always leaves with a small peck on your cheek