#Do they worry if someone looks too still while sleeping? Do they always bring extra food

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

By the time Fingolfin’s host came to Beleriand they had fashioned additional clothes from the pelts of beasts. They hung as heavy with memories of the ice as they did with fur and snow. After Lammoth Fingolfin burnt both orc bodies and clothes, leaving the memories with them.

[locketsvault]

「 CUDDLING WITH TOKYO GHOUL MEN 」

pairings: jūzō suzuya x reader ፥ ayato kirishima x reader ፥ renji yomo x reader

tags: gender neutral reader, no agab mentioned, first person, fluff, cuddling/phyiscal affection

warnings: angst in ayatos, mention of parents dying in ayatos, cursing in yomos

request: Heyy, can i please ask for cuddling headcannons with tokyo ghoul guys? (Juuzou, Ayato and Yomo) (request found here.)

a/n: I’m so happy to write for jūzō I love him sm. this request was very fun to do! I do warn later on, but I’m not too familiar with yomo though I did do my best! if you have any comments or ideas about cuddling these silly men, feel free to comment or send something through my inbox. I take anons too!

// jūzō suzuya⌇˚.༄

⮑ You’ve managed to get him to sit still long enough to cuddle? I’m impressed.

⮑ No really, he’s hard to cuddle because of how much energy he has, not to mention the fact he always wants to be out and about. Funnily enough, not to lean into the stereotype but I 100% see him being docile if you give him sweets and snacks lmao. As long as you feed him he will remain in your arms like a good boy.

⮑ That brings me to my next point actually, he’s mostly always a little spoon. On rare occasions he’ll be big spoon, but the problem is that he doesn’t… know how. He doesn’t know how to be big spoon, he doesn’t know how to be the one comforting physically. But he tries!!! And tbh he’s pretty good with it, even if he can be slightly awkward at first. He learns, especially if you willingly help him.

⮑ I think because of his personality and upbringing, most people assume he doesn’t understand affection. While I can agree, to a certain extent, he isn’t clueless, and it doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand all forms of affection. He does, and he learns well. Even if his ways of showing affection are not traditional lol.

⮑ He does not mind pda, he doesn’t get why people are uncomfortable. He loves you, and if he wants cuddles from you while working or going around the city, then he should get what he wants no? Plus, it’s not like he’s worried about his reputation.

⮑ A solid 8/10 in the cuddle department. if he sits still long enough and is willing, his cuddles are warmth. they’re home.

// ayato kirishima⌇˚.༄

⮑ He must really trust you if he’s cuddling with you willingly.

⮑ Hear me out okay. I know he’s not only the whole “bad boy” persona we all see. But it is a big part of him and how he thinks. Affection is weakness, and showing weakness is asking for death. Especially in the earlier days. The idea of being vulnerable even in the safety of his own home freaks him out.

⮑ I think for the longest time he wouldn’t entertain the idea. That is until he’s had a rough day, and suddenly he finds himself burying his face in your torso, holding you between his legs. You can’t move, you’re not allowed to. Not that you’d want to; because finally subjecting himself to affection has caused him to break down. Yep, your first time cuddling involves a very vulnerable and probably crying boy in your arms. He’s back to the age of his parents still being alive in that moment.

⮑ But! Once he’s finally given himself the taste of affection, especially from you, he can’t let it go. It’s still only in private though, he can’t bring himself to feel comfortable cuddling you in front of others. Honestly it’s probably not until after :re that he feels comfortable with pda.

⮑ His cuddles are rigid at first, he can’t get himself to relax. But over time he softens up. He loves cuddling you face to face, he loves admiring you. You may even find his eyes soft and adoring. His body runs extra hot so he’s perfect to sleep with in the winter. Oh, couch cuddles that consist of you being a personal weighted blanket are also always welcome.

⮑ I’ll give him a 6.5, he’s still figuring himself out but somehow his cuddles are still nice.

// renji yomo⌇˚.༄

⮑ Honestly he looks like someone who gives wonderful hugs.

⮑ Now you’ll have to forgive me, I don’t really know too much on yomo, though I did try to read up a little to refresh my mind.

⮑ If we’re talking about early days yomo, when he was a little shit (sorry yomo), I don’t really see him as a cuddly person. He’s too hot headed and violent, especially after losing his sister. But if we’re talking about Anteiku and beyond yomo, I could see him appreciating cuddles very much.

⮑ And I mean it too. I think physical affection is one of his main forms of affection right next to act of service. So he’s always down to cuddle you if you ask. You’ll usually have to initiate it though, unless you’re at home. He’ll open his arms for you and pull you close.

⮑ I can vividly picture this man allowing you to lay on his chest and probably fall asleep while reading a book peacefully. And he’s willing to stay that way for hours. It’s probably very soothing to him. Especially if the room is quiet and he can hear your heartbeat.

⮑ When it comes to pda, I don’t really think he’d do it. And if he did he never initiated it. he’s a man of few words, and is reserved. His actions can speak for himself yes, but he doesn’t go out of his way to. He doesn’t care if anyone comments on it though, and is probably both amused and annoyed at the gawking of someone curled into his side at the coffee shop lol.

⮑ 9/10 as well, as long as it isn’t early yomo, you’ve got yourself a wonderful protective cuddler.

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[wxnheart]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

part two (nsfw)

What are the odds that you're the object of affection for not one but two masked killing machines?

Well, that's what they would have you believe, that they're deadly. I mean they are and they... aren't. Simon is a giant armored teddy bear and König is a playful Golden Retriever. Your good boys. Your best boys. Your good, best, and chaotic boys.

Well, uh... Ghost will forever call bullshit and protest because he is NOT chaotic. Now that is bullshit because his chaotic nature is more subdued. You can admit that König brings out this part of him more than you do.

Though to be fair, you've gotten in your fair share of shenanigans with König. Ghost swears he rolls his eyes more often than not when it comes to you two.

They also tend to lowkey compete with each other and it's made you laugh more often than not.

You thought you were a worrywart but König and Ghost have you beat. By miles. And König has you both beat by lightyears.

He'll bring you up a lot when he and Ghost are gone. When the three of you are in different places, best believe a conference call will be had. You and König are talking the most and Ghost will interject every so often. And then König and Ghost will talk and sometimes they will... not!bicker like an old married couple.

Their voices (especially the rumble of Simon's) are so soothing to you. You fell asleep on the phone while talking to them once and they got so worried that they were THISCLOSE to sending someone to check on you.

Speaking of being away, König absolutely does not like the fact that you're alone when they're gone. Thinks it makes you susceptible to an attack. Simon disagrees and vouches for you ("Alone doesn't mean weak. You'll be fine.") but in pure König fashion, he surprises you and Simon with the cutest Doberman puppy ("To keep you company and protect you when we're gone, Schatz."). A Doberman puppy who, to date, has no name because you three can't agree to one. König calls her Königin (Queen), Ghost calls her Pup, and you call her Lola.

Speaking of pet names, you're either Schatz or Schatzi to König and Baby or Love to Simon. They're usually handsome or gorgeous to you. You're still working on giving them specific pet names but those two will suffice for now. It's cute watching König glow whenever you call him that.

The dog is more company than she is protection because all she lives for is table food, scritches, and 'stalking' Ghost and/or König. The latter absolutely loves to roughhouse with her, too. She made Ghost her personal couch/bed/thing. Yeah...

You also encourage your four-legged baby to smile, too, and when she first did it in front of Ghost he was almost scared shitless ("What the fu—?").

Ghost is also a little dismayed and turned on that König can pick him up and carry him like a sack of potatoes. Ghost.exe stopped working the first time it happened. When YOU witnessed it for the first time, you, uh... well... let's just say you were deliciously sore the next day. (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

The same thing usually happens when you watch them spar and it gets a little heated (König gets that little glint of determination in his eyes and like fuck will Simon admit that it gets a little personal when he loses). Goddamn, just look at those physiques.

In the bed: You had to upsize because your lovers are fucking gigantic. König prefers to be rather confined when he sleeps so he's always in the middle. Ghost likes to sleep facing the door and you and the furbaby are... everywhere in the bed. She also gives no fucks and will plop down on the closet body.

Simon is also the resident pillow princess. Yeah, his pillows need to be extra fluffy and he keeps an abundance of them on the bed. So fucking what. You tease him about it endlessly but he couldn't give a shit. Funnily enough, König almost got supplexed once because he called Simon that in public.

Speaking of being in public, they're your protectors when you're out and about. Either they're walking in front of you if there are too many people or they're by your side. You do prefer for them to walk in front of you for... reasons. That involves the view. (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

And by the way, they can get a little jealous. They will feel some type of way if your attention is on something or rather, someone else. You are theirs and they have no problem letting people know that.

Oh yeah and König, fuck you. Ghost calls bullshit. Your mask does not look better than his.

[brxttydevil]

Dating SuHyeok

Pairing: SuHyeok x Reader

Warning(s): No use of y/n

Before the apocalypse

- SuHyeok will ask you out first if you are super shy. He would always smile at how flustered you got when you two made eye contact. If you asked first, he would be flustered. He just did not expect it but would still say yes no matter what.

-SuHyeok would pack an extra lunch just in case you forgot your own and if you still had your lunch he would still give it to you. Just so in case you are hungry after school and do not have enough money to buy anything.

-SuHyeok walks you to school. He loves to see his lover early in the morning and be able to be in your glory. He would text you when he is outside. He does not mind if you take some time getting ready. But if he knows that you are sleeping he will call you ahead of time.

-SuHyeok would put on his front wallpaper you two on the first date you go on together. It is his favorite picture of you other than pictures of you looking cute.

-SuHyeok would always make sure that you are ok and drinking water. If he finds out you have not drank water in a while then he would make you drink water.

-SuHyeok would sometimes have study sessions with you to help you stay on track with your work. He knows you can get distracted.

-SuHyeok loves to be around you. He would always come over to your house with permission. When he comes over he brings a gift or something he wants to try out with you.

During the apocalypse

-SuHyeok would worry about you since you two got separated when it first started. he would be fighting zombies just to see you okay and alright.

-SuHyeok when he finds you is all relieved and does not want you to go out of his sight. He would hold on to you when you are sleeping. He is too scared to leave you.

-SuHyeok would make dangerous missions for his friends and you to have food. He would always tell you to not miss him too much. But he knows that it is for you and his friends

-SuHyeok would be happy to see some safety if you make it out alive with him. If you got bitten and had to be taken out he would hesitate. He already lost a lot of people not you too. Even though you would tell him to let you get out, he would not let you go.

After the apocalypse

-SuHyeok would be glad it is over. He is glad you are still here with him.

-SuHyeok will put a ring on your finger even if both are teenagers. I mean you survived it after all this time and it felt like years.

-SuHyeok would take care of you if you got injured. Sometimes he would have nightmares about you getting hurt.

-In the end, SuHyeok would be glad to have someone like you no matter where you came from or how you are.

[doumadono]

Emergency request!!

New to your blog but so far I Love your work and saw that there were slots opens🫶🏻 I’ve been feeling this way for a few weeks now where it got to a point where I’ve cried myself to sleep so I just need a bit of comfort

Could I request a fanfic featuring either Denki or Sero, where the reader is a "floater friend"? The reader often feels overlooked since their friends tend to favor others and rarely make time for them. All the reader desires is to be appreciated and recognized, receiving the same kindness they show to everyone else, but it seems like no one is there for them. Denki or Sero eventually pick up on the reader's changed demeanor, especially during class when everyone is together. If possible, I’d love for it to have a mix of angst and fluff! 🐸🫶🏻

A spark to be seen - Denki x Reader

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST - PART 2

You sat at your usual desk in class, watching as everyone around you laughed, talked, and interacted like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. Yet, no matter how many times you tried to join in or be part of the conversation, you always felt like that one extra piece — overlooked, left on the edge.

It wasn't like you hadn't tried. You were the floater friend, bouncing between groups, always lending an ear or offering a kind word when someone needed it. You were the reliable one, the one people came to when they needed advice or someone to vent to. But it was becoming painfully clear that while you were there for everyone else, no one seemed to be there for you.

The loneliness weighed heavily on your chest, especially during moments like this, when your friends sat with their favorite people, completely absorbed in their own worlds. No one looked your way. No one noticed you at all.

You let out a quiet sigh, lowering your gaze to your notebook as the familiar ache of being overlooked gnawed at you. You didn’t ask for much. Just… recognition. The same kindness you extended to others. Was that too much to hope for?

"Hey, you good?"

Denki's voice broke through your thoughts, and you looked up to see him standing by your desk, his usual playful grin softened with concern. It wasn't the first time he had caught you staring off in your own little world, but today something was different. There was a deeper worry in his golden eyes.

"Yeah, I’m fine," you mumbled, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. You didn't want to burden him with your feelings. He was always so full of life, always laughing and making everyone else laugh. The last thing you wanted to do was bring him down with your own struggles.

But Denki didn’t buy it. He slid into the seat next to you, not taking his eyes off your face. "Nah, I don’t think so," he said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "You’ve been… different lately. Quieter. And not in a 'good student’ kind of way."

Your heart gave a painful thud. Of course, Denki would notice. He had a way of picking up on things, especially when it came to people he cared about. But part of you still hesitated, unsure if you should even say anything. Would it even matter?

"It’s nothing," you tried again, though your voice wavered. "Just… you know, busy with school and stuff."

Denki leaned in closer, resting his elbows on the desk, still looking at you with that soft, unwavering gaze. "You know you can talk to me, right? I mean, I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I’m not that clueless either."

That comment made you chuckle, though it was a hollow sound. You sighed, staring down at your hands. The words were on the tip of your tongue, but they felt heavy, like speaking them would only make you sound pathetic. But Denki’s patience, the way he sat there, waiting, without pushing or prying, finally wore down your resolve.

"It’s just… I don’t know, Denki," you began slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes it feels like… like I’m just here. Like I’m part of everything but not really in it, you know?"

Denki’s brow furrowed in confusion, but he nodded for you to continue.

"I’m always around, always trying to be there for everyone, but no one seems to notice when… when I need someone." You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to continue. "It’s like I’m just this… floater friend. Always there but never really… there. And it hurts. A lot more than I thought it would."

Denki didn’t say anything for a moment, and the silence made you feel even more exposed. You shifted uncomfortably, wishing you could take it all back, wishing you hadn’t said anything at all.

But then Denki surprised you.

He reached out and gently took your hand, his touch warm and grounding. "You’re not just there," he said quietly, his voice filled with sincerity that made your chest tighten. "I see you. I’ve always seen you."

Your breath hitched, and you looked at him, blinking away the sudden sting of tears.

"I know what it’s like to feel like you’re in the background," Denki continued, his thumb brushing softly over the back of your hand. "It sucks. You feel like no one really sees you for who you are. But I do. I see how much you give to everyone. How much you care."

He smiled, but there was something tender in it now. "And it’s not fair that people don’t do the same for you. You deserve to be seen, to be appreciated… because you’re pretty amazing, you know that?"

You blinked, trying to process his words. The warmth of his hand in yours, the softness in his gaze — it all felt too much. Too overwhelming. But in the best way possible. For the first time in what felt like forever, someone was looking at you, really looking, and it wasn’t because you were there for them. It was because they were there for you.

"Denki…" Your voice broke, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward, burying your face against his shoulder. The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, and for once, you didn’t feel like you had to hide them.

Denki wrapped his arms around you without hesitation, pulling you close as he rested his chin gently on top of your head. "I’ve got you," he whispered softly, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "You’re not alone, okay? Not as long as I’m around."

You stayed like that for a moment, letting his warmth and presence wash away the loneliness that had clung to you for so long. It didn’t make everything go away, but it made it a little easier to breathe.

After a while, Denki pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you with a playful grin. "Plus, if anyone keeps ignoring you, I’ll just zap 'em a little. Nothing too crazy, just enough to make ‘em pay attention."

You couldn’t help but laugh through your tears, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. "You’d get in so much trouble."

"Totally worth it," he replied, flashing you his signature grin. "Anything to make you smile again, Y/N."

And for the first time in a long while, you did. Not because you felt obligated, but because you knew, deep down, that Denki meant every word. You weren’t just the floater friend. You were seen. You were valued. And, for once, someone was there just for you.

How about I get some snacks and we watch a movie in the evening after our homework is done?" Kaminari offered sweetly.

You smiled softly, nodding your head eagerly. "Sounds like a plan."

[faith-forgxtten-land]

If I may oh-so-humbly request smth else:

Bayverse Leo x back scratches/shoulder rubs

How would Fearless react to a partner that is always ready and willing to help him release the tensions that leading his brothers and being a vigilante cause? Maybe his reaction to the first time his gf comes up behind him when he's sitting on the couch, frustrated at something and starts to knead the tightness from his shoulders?

Thanks again💙

Balm | Leonardo

i'm not kidding when i had a plan to write something along these lines yesterday morning and started writing ideas in my notes app... also, hello, leo's eyes in this gif????

okay this one kind of got away from me i won't lie. even i'm not sure how it ended up how it ended up. so, i'm adding in little headcanons at the start to make up for my detour because i did not expect to get angsty and introspective and barely include what you specifically asked for...

warnings: kind of longer than i thought, i fear it drags. angsty, sad leo, nothing really? fluffy ish too. bad writing that's not proofread. everyone is 18+!! bayverse

summary: leo is tense and brooding but your delicate touch and kind words are what he needs

word count: 1, 375 (incl. headcanons)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

he's not really expecting it at all

gets extra tense the first time and worries a little that his skin is too rough and his muscles are too hard for your human hands

meditation is the be-and-end-all of "relaxation" for him (and he has a tendency to see it as training and a way of pushing himself even if he enjoys it and it's good for him)

so having someone take care of him in such a tender way without any motivation beyond comfort kind of breaks his brain

his shoulders and neck are wrecked

your hands are so tiny on his body that means you have to massage a lot to reach every spot, right? right? he is obsessed now

feels a bit hesitant to ask for a while at first, but you spoil him and he's easy to read

becomes a ritual for the both of you after he's been out on patrol

but you like doing it any time for comfort and intimacy

it's become habit for you to massage or brush your fingers against his shoulders whenever you pass him by

definitely brings you closer together

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Leo couldn’t remember the last time he slept. His head was pounding, an unrelenting percussion beating across his temples, and he could feel a wave of nausea crashing against his chest, a tell-tale sign that he’d been pushing himself too far. It was a sign that he tended to ignore (foolishly so, a mini voice that sounded suspiciously like Splinter chided). His hands trembled imperceptibly, and he gripped his knees to avoid acknowledging it a little longer.

He must’ve been really out of it because he jumped when he felt a pair of warm hands settle upon his shoulders. A burning shame fanned smoke that clogged his throat, a humiliation stitched into his veins that your touch couldn’t cleanse. “Leo?”

He couldn’t reply, letting himself recline and press gently against your palms instead. “Leo,” you murmured again, and he glanced at you tiredly, normally bright blue eyes hollow with exhaustion. You looked pensive and worried, brows drawn and eyes soft, wearing an old shirt he never wore anyway, and he wanted nothing more than to sooth the anxious lines of your face with the fingers that still grasped his knees. A fresh wave of guilt clawed its way into his gut and nestled there. He was worrying you, he knew, and now you weren’t sleeping either. He had warned you before you’d gotten together of what things would be like. Maybe you didn’t believe him at the time, and he wondered if this was the moment you realised and walked out (or he drove you away).

You’d come into his life when things had been eerily calm, and he’d stupidly felt confident that he could juggle everything and still have you, still indulge in something he had refused to let himself consider a realistic possibility. He knew Raph longed for acceptance and comfort and love, and that, despite his insecurities and anger and hurt, he would never stop dreaming of it. Donnie would envisage it quietly, usually agreeing with Leo’s dismissal of acceptance but privately yearning for it more than he’d ever let his family know (but Leo knew). Mikey wanted it too and wasn’t shy about it; he was so happy and sociable and sunny that it made Leo nauseous to repeatedly shut down dreams of the life he deserved. The thing that made Leo truly sick, sick with the world and with himself, was that Mikey truly believed, even after all these years, that he’d succeed in attaining it.

Leo thought he’d succeeded, thought he’d managed to find the thing that tore his brothers up inside without even looking for it (and that only made him hate himself more, something he would never – could never – bring himself to admit to you). You had only been dating a month, but God, he thought he’d found everything he had always refused himself. Love and acceptance outside of his family weren’t things Leo allowed himself to consider before. As a teenager, he’d meditated over and over to clear those useless longings from his mind. Then you appeared in his life out of nowhere like an apparition, offering solace and tenderness, and he didn’t want to refuse himself those impossibilities anymore.

Perhaps he’d been too hasty, it wasn’t like him to throw caution to the wind, to dive in headfirst. He hadn’t considered the implications enough, had been foolish to think he could be a leader, a hero, a brother, and a lover to you, and now here he was trembling and feeling sorry for himself with your sad eyes watching him and cutting straight to his core.

“Mikey got hurt,” he rasped. He’d let Mikey get hurt, he added silently, and somehow you must’ve heard him.

“Mikey is fine, back in one piece thanks to you,” you shot him a half-smile that made his heart stutter even at a time like this. “He was practically bouncing off the walls when his stitches were finished.” 

Leo didn’t reply.

You placed your hand against his cheek, and he clenched his jaw to stop himself nuzzling into its softness. “It’s not your fault.”

“They’re my responsibility and I failed them,” he said simply. They’re my brothers and I didn’t protect them. “Things are getting worse with the Foot Clan and I–” I don’t know what to do.

Your sad eyes were somehow even sadder, and it made his own sting. He blinked quickly. “You’re not infallible and invincible, Blue; your brothers know that, your father knows that. You do your best.” What happened when his best wasn’t good enough? You clasped his jaw tighter, somehow reading his mind again. “You’re more than good enough, you can’t control everything, and you can’t keep carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

The terrapin let you remove his gear, the heavy straps that had been digging into the hardened skin of his shoulders. You pressed soft kisses into the scales, and he closed his eyes at the reverence in your delicate touches as your nails trailed along his shell. “Everything will be okay,” you whispered, the heat of your breath soothing his still-trembling hands and warming his soul. “Your brothers are safe,” another kiss as gentle as moonlight, “I’m safe,” one more to the junction between his shoulder and neck that made his eyelids flutter, “and you’re the most incredible man I’ve ever known.”

Leo hated the shakiness of his breathing, torn between the urge to tense further and wanting to melt into your touch, as your fingers kneaded the strain poisoning his muscles. You pretended not to notice, movements heartbreakingly tender. Had anyone ever been this gentle with him?

“You do more than anyone could ever ask you to. Well,” you amended softly, a hint of fond exasperation colouring your tone, “anyone but yourself.” Your hands continued to work in tandem with your words, one a balm to the aches of his body and the other a balm to the aches your hands couldn’t wash away. “You do so much for this city, for people who won’t ever know it.”

The churrs that rumbled his chest were deep and Leo couldn’t do anything to prevent the unwinding of his limbs and the slowing of his anxious thoughts under the comforting weight of your affection and acceptance. He brought his hand up to clasp one of your own. You were so small it made his heart clench with fear and desire, and for a moment he felt that familiar feeling of inadequacy at his own monstrosity before you chased it away with a loving kiss to each fingertip. He swallowed thickly as you managed to tangle your fingers with his, your hands slotting together with ease. You smiled at him and kissed the top of his head, squeezing his hand, and he pushed himself deeper into your embrace. Looking at your joined hands again, Leo pressed his lips reverently against each knuckle, feeling like if Icarus had somehow managed to cradle the sun. He repeated the kisses once, then twice. Thank you.

You smile wider and he lets you lead him to his bed and your accepting arms.

[oh-stars]

Out of Sync

Love is wanting to do everything with someone, even if its nothing special.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1311 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G

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It’s as if the universe is actively working against him right now. Keith was out sick, so Steve had to take on more during his shifts on top of covering the shifts they didn’t work together. And then, Keith’s return lined up with Robin’s family vacation, so he had to cover her shifts too. He’s less bitter about covering for her, at least, but that’s not the point. Working two weeks straight, with his usual six hour shifts turning into clopen after clopen – it’s like he’s living at Family Video. 

That’s not even the worst of it, really. Steve likes the extra money and working through Robin’s time off is always a good distraction from her being gone. The problem is Eddie’s working at the plant with Wayne now and he’s temporarily on Wayne’s shifts while a coworker is out on worker’s comp, so they’re all out of sync. It works great for Eddie’s schedule, lets him go to his physical therapy appointments he’s still doing and hang out with the kids and Steve usually, but not so great for Steve’s current predicament. 

It’s been a month since they’ve had one-on-one time and Steve feels like he’s losing it. 

Eddie’s shift change was a nightmare to get used to at first, and it didn’t help that Steve’s parents were in town so they couldn’t really see one another. Not when Steve had to pretend he still lived at the Harringtons rather than the trailer (Eddie had yet to ask, but if Wayne’s comments are anything to go by, it’s all but official). Then the Keith thing, now Robin’s out, and Steve’s just tired of seeing him in passing or when they bring one another lunch sometimes. 

He doesn’t mind losing a bit of sleep to go eat “lunch” with Eddie at two in the morning. It’s nice, being able to just sit with Eddie in his car as Eddie eats the sandwich Steve made him with one hand and holds Steve’s with the other. They’re hidden in the dark of the late hour, safe in his car to be themselves, but neither are up for much conversation. Steve’s usually half asleep and Eddie’s trying to eat as much as possible to get him through the rest of his shift, too sore from working to really engage. Still much better than when Eddie pops in to bring his lunch at Family Video, where they can’t even hang out some days when Keith’s being a dick about non-employees in the break room or Eddie lingering at the counter “scaring” customers away. It’s usually a drop off and a quick hug situation. 

Steve just misses him and he knows Eddie misses him too. 

But they endure and the second Robin is back, Keith approves of Steve having a few days off in a row. Steve thinks it has more to do with corporate seeing an employee working for three weeks straight rather than Keith having a heart, but he’ll take what he can get. 

Which means when Eddie comes shuffling into his (read: their) bedroom, eyes already closed and his belt undone, pants unzipped, Steve can help him into bed and take his time with him. He helps Eddie undress enough to be comfortable and makes sure he’s content laying down, then spends a bit of extra time massaging his back. He gets to enjoy feeling Eddie melt for him under his palms, to take his fill and look at him without worrying about the clock. They don’t say much, Eddie barely conscious as he grunts and moans as the knots in his back and the tightness in his skin are worked out, eased by Steve’s touch. The most he says is a mumbled, “Thank you, baby,” when Steve leans down to kiss his neck after a particularly painful knot.  

And when Eddie falls asleep, Steve gets to curl back up with him. He doesn’t care if he actually gets to sleep, just luxuriates in Eddie’s warmth and the lack of responsibility for the day, stuck in that early morning haze.  

They wake up a few hours later, when Eddie’s alarm goes off.

“You’re still here,” Eddie says, brow furrowed and frowning. 

Steve chuckles. “Keith gave me three days off,” he says. 

He watches as Eddie processes the information, concern turning into a shit-eating grin. It’s the only warning he gets before Eddie tackles him, hands in his hair as he kisses him. They don’t get out of bed for a while, too preoccupied with revisiting one another’s bodies and reacquainting themselves. 

When they do finally emerge, Wayne’s pulling on his shoes. “What are you two thinking about for dinner?” 

Eddie shrugs, yawning as he fixes their coffee. “Whatever works for me. Just not sloppy Joe’s again.” 

“That ain’t much help,” Wayne huffs. He turns to Steve. “You goin’ to be here for dinner?” 

Steve nods as he takes the mug Eddie offers him. “If you’ll have me.” 

“Like you ain’t always welcome,” Wayne says, shaking his head. “You got an opinion on food?” 

“No sir.” 

“You boys aren’t any help,” Wayne grumbles. “Can’t buy shit for dinner if none of us know what we want.” He’s grabbing his coat and keys as he speaks, walking around the small living space as he gets ready. 

Eddie shakes out his hair, eyes more alert. “Wait, it’s my turn to go to the store,” Eddie says. 

Wayne waves him off. “I’m not blind, boy. You two have barely seen one another in a minute now and I can’t take any more of your whining. You’ll get the next time.” 

“No,” Eddie protests, setting down his mug, “I’ve got this. You should resting–” 

Steve’s brow furrows. “What happened?” 

Wayne starts to grumble about nothing as Eddie turns to him with a scared look in his eye despite the serious expression. “His back is acting up. He says it's just a pinched nerve but I don’t think he should be risking anything.” He turns back to Wayne. “Go sit down. I’ll go to the store.” 

Eddie doesn’t give anyone time to say anything before he heads back to the room. 

“I’m sorry, Steve,” Wayne says as he shrugs off his coat. “I didn’t mean to mess up your day.”

Steve tilts his head. “You didn’t mess up anything. You should try to rest before your shift tonight.” 

Wayne sighs as he sinks into his chair, face contorting in pain with the movements. 

It doesn’t take much for Steve to head back into the bedroom in search of fresh clothes, his wallet, and Eddie’s keys. He meets Eddie at the bathroom, slipping inside to brush his teeth and try to figure something out with his hair. 

“Why are you dressed?” Eddie asks as he wipes the toothpaste off his mouth. 

“I’m going with you.”

Eddie shakes his head and puts his hands on Steve’s shoulders. “No. It’s your first day off in ages. Go rest.” 

Steve takes Eddie’s wrists in his hands and pulls them off his shoulders. “I just want to spend the day with you, no matter what we’re doing.” He leans forward to kiss his cheek. “And I’ve got your keys so either I’m going or none of us are eating tonight,” he whispers, lips brushing against Eddie’s ear. 

He laughs, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist and pulling him in for a proper kiss. “I love you, you know that?” 

“I love you, too.” 

“What do you say to grabbing lunch before we go to the store? Make a date out of it?” 

“Greasy diner food and grocery shopping,” Steve says with a laugh, “you sure know how to woo a man, Eds.” 

Eddie winks. “Someone has to compete with the Harrington charm.” 

Steve pulls away and tugs Eddie out of the bathroom. “C’mon. Quicker we leave, quicker we come back and can go back to bed.”

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Thank you @lady-lostmind for betaing this story!

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[normal-thoughts-official]

Hopping off that last post slightly to say that I also think a good part of the reason Joe can afford to still feel everything so intensely is because of Nicky. Not just because of the obvious part where they are both sickeningly in love and have been for thousands of years without ever feeling it any less, but also because I think Nicky built a dynamic with him that allows Joe to stay so passionate

(There's more than just that, obviously, such as the fact that the group NEEDS someone like Joe, who isn't jaded or cool headed, but I already talked about that on the other post)

Nicky is the ice. That's a fact. He's not cold as in unfeeling but he is extremely cool headed. The greatest example of that, in my opinion, is the way he treats Booker after his betrayal: while Joe rages and screams at him, Nicky just tells him to leave it. You'd think that he isn't mad, but in the end, Nicky is the only one who doesn't say goodbye to Booker. Nile talks to him at the bar. Andy tells him about his punishment and hugs him. Even Joe looks back and gives him a nod, despite his anger. Nicky doesn't acknowledge him. I don't think he looks at him or talks to him once after they learn about the betrayal. He isn't telling Joe to leave it because he isn't pissed; he is saying it because now is not the time and they need to focus on getting out of the lab. Rationality first, feelings later. The goal always comes first to Nicky. He's a sniper, he's calculating, he's steady. It's the main mark of his character, in my opinion

So, he provides the steadiness that Joe needs, which allows Joe to not become quite as steady himself

I see that in pretty objective, practical ways - their dynamic in battle being the most obvious example. I am once again bringing up the battle outfits; Joe is more focused on his damn baseball cap than on packing his weapons. He puts his scimitar on his back (completely impractical) and then also tries to carry a bag slung over one shoulder (that keeps bumping into the scimitar and going back and he needs to keep readjusting it in a never ending battle with his own setup). He has like one gun on him. Meanwhile Nicky is Weapons Georg-ing his way through the desert like nobody's business. And then we see that half of these weapons are meant for Joe. Nicky is so attuned that he knows instinctively when Joe has ran out of bullets and he passes him guns without either of them even needing to look at each other, much less say anything; it's completely obvious that this is something they have been doing for centuries, that it comes naturally to them. If Nicky weren't there to give Joe weapons, Joe would have to have an ounce of practicality and keep his love for the vibes at bay long enough to pack efficiently. But Nicky IS there, and so Joe can afford to be the dorky, somewhat carefree man that Nicky adores, and bring some levity as they are heading to their mission (his cocky, teasing little smile as they are in the helicopter, for example)

If Nicky weren't there to stay between Joe and the door, if Nicky didn't sleep with a gun in his hand, then Joe would have to. But he does, so Joe doesn't, which allows him to dream peacefully and without worrying too much about whatever nonsense might be heading their way. I could keep going, but you get the picture: Joe would have had to keep more of a lid on his feelings if Nicky weren't there to take care of the practical problems that demand a cooler head

(And just to be extra clear, by that I don't mean that Joe is a Hotheaded Angry Brown Man and Nicky is The Voice Of Reason. I mean that Joe is a romantic and an artist, someone who's very in touch with his feelings and open about feeling them, which makes him uniquely vulnerable in their line of work. And that Nicky, knowing that, covers his blind spots)

And Joe, in turn, covers Nicky's blind spots as well, of course. He's the one (quite literally) holding Nicky together, making sure he doesn't let that overly rational head of his get the better of him and bury his feelings too far. Where Nicky hands Joe weapons, Joe finishes off Nicky's kills; most of the time, when they're fighting together, it's Nicky incapacitating people and then throwing them over his shoulder so Joe can kill them. That always stood out to me, because we know that none of them like killing; I think this is Joe's way of shouldering that weight for Nicky, making sure he has less to worry about and feel bad for, too

I used to think that Joe was the emotional protector and Nicky was the physical protector because of that (like, obviously both do both, but this was the role they took most prevalently). But the more I think about it, the more I realize that Nicky is also protecting Joe's feelings; because Joe doesn't have to grow more jaded and cool and rational if Nicky can do that for him. So he can continue to be who he is - light, passionate, loving, intense, open, vulnerable - because Nicky's got his back. It's my personal headcanon that Nicky has vowed to himself that he'd do everything in his power to keep Joe from losing that spark in him, and he's making good on that promise

It's a very interestingly equal relationship, where they not only balance each other out, but in doing so, allow the other to remain who they are, because that stark difference is part of what they love about each other

[caramelstarlight]

Shsjs I don't have any ideas anymore but maybe a sumeru men with a reader that like has a cryo vision where sometimes when they sneeze or get scared snowflakes appear randomly around them

OMG R U ELSA THAT YOU???? /j

The sumeru men are usually referring to our good 4 Kaveh,Alhaitham,Tighnari and Cyno I’m pretty sure. Sorry if you wanted all the male sumeru characters-

I love getting replies from Tighnari people bc they all say they’re coming home. Also does anyone know where which mcdonald he works at?

(YES I USE LIGHT MODE DONT BULLY ME-)

Snow-?!

How the sumeru boys react to snowflakes appearing around you at certain types of interactions.

Tighnari,Cyno,Kaveh and Alhaitham (Separately and by order) (Stalking / Following in Kavehs and Alhaitham’s.)

Tighnari

As you sat around his room in Gandharva Ville while he did research a bit of oxygen came into the room. With pollen. It landed right onto your nose somehow and you sneezed.

Snowflakes appeared around you as Tighnari turned around to checks up on you from the sneeze.

He was confused,startled and worried seeing you sneeze when snowflakes were around you. It rarely snows in the avidya forest so he figured it came from your vision. Maybe you haven’t finished your learning with it.

“Y/N are you alright?” He’d say as he came closer to you. Watching a few snowflakes dangle and dance around you before they melted to the floor from the heat.

“Yeah it’s just pollen. It triggered my nose.” You would say as all the snowflakes melted. Dangling your feet off his bed.

He sat down next to you and curled his tail around you bringing you closer. “It’s not too cold for you is it…-?” He would ask as he rarely got cold due to the extra heat he gained from his tail and ears. Seemingly trying to warm you up before you answered.

“No it’s at a comfortable temperature. Well only at the daytime I suppose. It does get more chilly at night sometimes.” You would reply to him.

“Tell me when you get cold then alright?” He’d ask and you’d nod at his words. You both sat in silence for a few moments. Playing with his tail as his head was buried into the crock of your neck. He held back purrs till he couldn’t. Not knowing until you pointed it out.

He’d get up and go back to his desk quickly afterwards. Focusing on his research again as he tried to hide his blush. You laughed slightly amused about it before going onto your phone as you waited for him.

Cyno

He sat next to you looking at the night sky. Maybe trying to come up with more jokes at the moment or thinking of new TCG strategies.

A sudden gust of wind from a sandstorm made you sneeze from the dust. Snowflakes appeared around you and cyno craned his head around. Feeling a few land on him.

“You sneeze snowflakes-?” He’d question most likely coming up with a joke. “Yes, I do.” You would say as he changed his siting position. His gaze lingered on you and the snowflakes watching them melt quickly in the heat.

He seemed to be stumped on any jokes with sneezing and snow. His eyes still on you as you waited for him. Knowing he was thinking.

“If you cryo’d(cried) would they still appear or freeze?” He’d ask. “Really-? I don’t know actually.” You would say at the joke.

“Maybe the snowflakes are getting to you. My audience seems cold(no reaction) with the jokes.” Cyno said. “Yeah…” you’d say still not laughing or finding it funny.

He’d stopped telling jokes as he seemed to not come up with any more. “Do you want to go to sleep yet? I can keep watch.”

“Why can’t we both sleep together at the same time. I don’t want you to always keep watch and end up tired.” You’d say with concern. “Don’t worry I’ll join you once I know nobodys coming to harm us.” He’d say as you went inside the tent.

Only feeling his presence within 2 hours later. He would wrap his arms around you as he fell asleep. Getting your rest from the lengthy trip.

Kaveh

Someone was following you at the store. Hurrying to get what you needed from the isles. Doing it quickly as he kept following. Calling kaveh while using the shopping cart.

“K-kaveh…-?” You’d ask as he picked up hearing your voice his heart shattered. “Y/N?! What’s wrong-?!” He’d ask with panic hearing the fear. “This guy won’t stop following me Kaveh please help… I’m at (store in port ormos or sumeru city)” walking faster to the register. “I’m on my way! I’ll be there. Kavehs coming.”

You’d make a slight whimper as you reached the cash register. The man didn’t go into your lane and instead watched you from the distance.

The cashier saw you scared with snowflakes around you. “D-don-don’t worry about me or my snowflakes it’s just comes with emotions. This guy won’t stop following me. I’m scared…” You’d tell them as the guy came closer to you and the lane you were in.

When kaveh busted in to the threshold. Seeing you about to be taken by this guy. You letted out a few whimpers until kaveh kicked them away. (In the nuts LMAOO-)

“Are you alright Y/N dear?” He’d ask holding you immediately from their grasp. He saw you sobbing into his chest as he became angry at them. “How dare you make Y/N cry! Why I will report this to the corps of 30 on you with evidence!”

He’d say angry at them as the man was on the ground. The cashier recording the situation for evidence later on.

Kaveh carried you Bridal style back to Alhaitham’s house. After knowing you weren’t injuries and just scared he held you. Letting you sob with your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry Y/N… It’s my fault I should’ve came with you.” He’d tell you. “It’s not your fault Kaveh…” you said to him as he comforted you.

“Next time I’m coming with you.” He would say as he ignored the snow falling onto his clothes. “Thank you kaveh.” You would tell him. Grateful he arrived quickly.

AlHaitham

As you arrived in sumeru city you noticed someone following you. From the grand bazaar to lambads tavern.Seemingly trying to take you when no one was around. You went inside lambads cafe as you told lambads what was happening. You quickly went upstairs to order. Hiding your phone behind the menu.

“Al-alhaitham…?” You’d say quietly as he picked up his phone and responded to the call. “Do you need something- Oh Y/N. Are you okay-?” He’d question as you informed him on the situation. “Alright I’ll be there with backup. I’ll get him behind bars don’t worry.”

He stayed on the call to keep you company as you waited for your food to arrive. Trying to hide yourself from the stalker. Who was near your table. Suddenly the door was opened by Alhaitham with multiple corps of 30 people. Everyone was shocked as he went towards lambad to know your table.

He went upstairs to you and near the stalker. Who seemed to want to fight with alhaitham for some reason. Definitely not a smart move. “I don’t need to fight when all I need to do is think.”

He’d say as he showed the video recording you gave him of them following. He was already telling the corps of 30 multiple pieces of information of this man and he seemed to match a description of a person perfectly.

The man was then arrested as the corps of 30 left to go deal with the man. He sat with you at the table to eat lunch as you ordered what he and you wanted.

“I’ll pay for us Y/N.” Alhaitham stated as you both began to eat. Enjoying the food in the little chatter and mostly comfortable silence.

Once he payed he took you home. Already knowing about the snowflakes you would have appear at certain situations. He held you close to him as he helped you try to forget about the encounter you had.

Which seemed to work. You fell asleep on him and he put you on his bed before sitting down next to you and reading a book.

[moonswolfie]

Kageyama-kun from class 1-3

Kageyama x fem!reader

YOOHOOO so this is a short fic based off the extra chapter "Class 1-3's Kageyama-kun" in Volume 8 of the manga.

It's sort of like a prequel to something i'm working on right now (wink wink) but both of them can be read as individual works.

I'm writing for Kageyama again !!!

"Hey, have you seen Kageyama-kun before? He's from class 1-3." your friend said, looking over at the group of girls.

This was a regular occurence for your friend group. Your friends bring up a guy they think is hot at the moment and gush over him all day. Sometimes you participate in their conversations, but none of the guys they talk about really caught your mind.

"Oh my god, yessss. He is so hot!" another said. This Kageyama guy was someone you've never heard of before. Maybe you have seen him, but you just didn't know he was Kageyama.

"Isn't he like, the ace or something?" the last one asked. "That is so cool!"

"What is an ace?" you asked, having no clue about what they were even talking about.

"Isn't that the player who scores the most during games?" one offered, the other two agreeing. "Honestly, I thought you would know by now, considering all the sportboys we crush on."

"Oh... Well, I know now." you smiled awkwardly, continuing to walk with them down the hallway. Should you be embarrased for not knowing?

"And he looks so smart too!" a friend squealed, another adding "Yesss, he could lecture me and I would like it...!" You always found comments like those strange. Why would anyone want to be scolded or lectured by their crush?

Your friends stopped close to a classroom all of a sudden.

"Ooh, there he is!"

"That's Kageyama-kun!"

They said excitedly as they look at someone in the... make-up class? But your friends just said he was smart?

"He's the one sitting in the front desk with the black hair." your friend guided you since she knew you probably didn't know who he was.

"Make-up class? I guess he's not any good at studying..." your friend said quietly so he wouldn't hear. Or maybe she just didn't want to be heard bashing her crush.

"But that's still kinda cute though... Imagine the study dates..!!" the other responded quietly.

"Let's go closer, let's see what they're studying!" your friend grabbed your hand and started dragging you along with her. You kinda wished you could be eating lunch right now.

"Hahaha! His eyes are all rolled back!" "Take pics! Take pics!!!"

You heard the boisterous yelling of teenage boys inside the classroom, and sure enough, Kageyama was asleep sitting back with his eyes rolled back while the guys behind him were taking pictures.

Your friends exchanged bewildered glances, but you didn't join them.

"You haven't even been here for two minutes!! Wake up!!" the teacher scolded him, though it didn't seem to you like he heard it at all. Was it even possible to fall in such deep sleep at school? You were never successful, at least.

Dissapointed glances were passed around your friend group, but they didn't reach you.

Kageyama-kun... The way he slept was funny, and you supressed a giggle, only a small huff coming out.

"Hey, ummm... Don't you think that Hattori-san from the soccer club is kinda hot?" your friend changed the subject and turned away, silently inviting the rest of the group to walk away.

You find yourself wanting to keep looking at his face, even if just for a bit longer. With twinkling eyes, you stare at him as the friend group starts leaving.

"Oi, aren't you coming?" one called out to you, everyone stopping and turning back to see you leaning closer to the door to get a better look at Kageyama.

"Don't tell me..." one of them looked at the others with a worried expression.

"Do you think she likes Kageyama?"

[mezzy-1]

A Bunch of WHOLESOME Valorant Headcanons

Damn I shoulda posted these a week ago but here goes. Also thank you to @eviethelesbian for coming up with the prompt. Gotta give credit yknow.

Neon

Is always challenging people to race her or beat her in some way.  Competitive as hell but just likes the thrill of it

Misses her old home, but brought a lot of her mementos along and has a story behind every one of them in her room

She’s worried about her powers acting up, but Sage and Reyna helping her out has given her a little more confidence.  She’s grateful to both of them

Sleeps like a rock after a hard day, to the point where it's usually impossible to wake her and not get shocked in the process

Has big sister energy with most of the other young agents and lightly teases them if they lose to her.  Always lets people rechallenge her and may or may not let them win 

Complete menace to the fridge because of the calories she burns running so fast, but shares the food she preps.  

Gets excited when she meets dogs and will absolutely lose her mind if someone lets her pet their dog

Brimstone

Despite being the leader and ex-military he’s not really harsh on any of the younger agents

They still hate him for the PT he makes them do, especially because he knows how to bring out the best of them.  

Usually it's reminding them about not letting someone close to them down, but other times it’s about proving themself

A lot of personal records have been set thanks to Brimstone, but the aches and pains from intense exercise are the price of hard work

He is always there for agents when they have self doubt or regret.  A hand on their shoulder, giving them some time to themselves, or a quick story from his ‘younger days’ that manages to provide some guidance

Him and KAYO sometimes take a few extra minutes after a briefing to go over ‘potential strategies’ or ‘advanced tactics’ but everyone knows it's for them to talk about something pleasant before getting back to work.  

When agents return from a successful mission and are unharmed, the look on his face is of pure relief

Killjoy

A lot of her ideas come from something someone says or suggests, she’s always listening to people intently because of this

The chicken design on the turret was in reference to a chicken she kept after her school did one of those agriculture/biology programs.  She named it ‘Gelbie’ and the turret shares the name.

She may build her gadgets, but she prefers to have people weigh in on the colors (hence Raze helping her out a lot).  She lets people pick out some of the colors of things

She’s the tech support for a lot of people and likes using it as an excuse to get to know people.  Also has left notes for people who don’t understand tech as well, signed with little doodles 

Can and will outdrink other agents, and loves dragging people to go clubbing.  If whoever she brings isn’t the most social, she’ll keep close if they need it and encourage them to try dancing with someone

Huge nerd for everything and somehow part of every fandom.  Will definitely rewatch or replay things with fellow agents.  Enjoys talking about the nerdiest stuff with anyone 

While working for Kingdom, she’d hack the coffee machines and vending machines to spit out free drinks for her favorite coworkers.

Absolutely loves her jacket, and it was a gift from one of her friends back in Germany and she does her best to keep it in the best condition she can, despite the firefights

If an agent is a little shaken from the last fight, she’ll lay her jacket on them if they need it or if they’re sleeping.  She sees it as extending a bit of good luck.

Blushed a lot when Raze joined the VP and stayed up late to help her with any kind of work.  She’d make excuses for it too and try to avoid letting people see how red her face was.  It made it even more obvious

Deadlock

Didn’t realize how serious she seemed at first and used to scare some of the younger agents, much to the amusement of Viper.  Apologized a lot after she realized it

Has moments where she drops her formality and everyone kinda stops what they’re doing.  When she isn’t restraining herself to monotone or quiet it’s really noticeable

Nobody knew she could laugh at first but it came out once.  It’s one of those really loud and tearful ones that she can barely breathe through.  Borderline snorting laugh

On occasion she’ll tell people how they remind her of her ‘sisters’ 

Will sit in with the other agents while they watch dramas and whatever else, despite her obvious confusion.  

Is blunt, but tells people what they need to hear to get things done.  Never leaves any room for miscommunication or anxiety at all

Understanding and observant with the other agents, and is often able to bring an element of calm to tense situations

Kept the tags of her Staljaeger unit and has them in a locked box in her room, along with a group photo

Enjoys doing her weapon maintenance because she can sort of lose herself in the work, but doesn’t mind doing it with others

Wears a ton of sweaters, like absolutely lives in those ultra-comfortable ones that are constantly warm

Gekko (+ Wingman)

Wingman will grab people’s hands and try to lead them to things.  It’s always the fridge cause he isn’t tall enough to reach the handles

Wingy will bring things to his favorite people, and most of the time its things from Chamber’s room cause of how shiny they are

Neon loves that Wingman steals from Chamber and lets him into Chamber’s room for the hell of it

If asked to grab things by anyone other than Gekko, he brings the wrong item most of the time.  Cypher once asked for a soldering iron and Wingman brought back a minifridge that let cans and food everywhere

Dizzy passively floats in Gekko’s room like a helium balloon and is usually found on the ceiling.  All curled up and sleeping like a cat.

Thrash will follow a laser pointer around and yes there’s a video of it 

Gekko may not have a lot of battlefield experience but he’s always ready to charge in to save someone.  

He also gets along great with everyone by keeping things light and throwing compliments around.  Phoenix and him brighten up a room, and behave like brothers

Loves having dinner with the protocol, it feels like the dinners his familia would have 

Will attempt to do challenges from the internet with other agents.  Most of the duelists are usually game but getting Brimstone to try something makes his day

Discussed working with the protocol with his mom before leaving, and sends her little postcards from the places he’s visited.  The radivores sign them with paw prints

Will help people dye their hair no questions asked and knows all the places to get tattoos and dye in LA.  Loves showing his home to the agents.

Loves getting together with people and hitting up food trucks, doesn’t matter what kind of food either

Protocol Wide Headcanon

One time someone (Neon or Jett take ur pick) put a Jalapeno in someone’s (Harbor’s) food as a prank.  When he ate it no problem, that’s when some other agents chimed in saying that Jalapenos aren’t spicy.

This began a debate as to what is and isn’t considered spicy, and to test their theories more chiles, peppers, and habaneros were eaten.

This led to almost the entire protocol having a contest to see who could eat the spiciest food.  A lot of people were either trying to prove a point or show how tough they were

It got so heated that Brimstone stepped in, and decided to make a point as to who knows spicy food the best

He made a chili the next night that had people turning red, downing milk and chewing ice, and generally rolling around in pain

Undiluted spice hell

Brim said he used a family recipe and that nobody would ever be able to handle the chili his grandpa came up with

Viper had poured straight capsaicin into the chili the night before, she just wanted to stop the contest and since capsaicin is a neurotoxin she had a ton of it lying around

Brim still thinks it was his cooking

Now from time to time, small contests of spice tolerance break out over dinner but not enough to get the attention of the higher ups, fear of the chili haunts them

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

🖌️ 🩹 if you want? I always need more Joshua content (and the poor man is going to beat the lice-having allegations someday I swear)

Old Houses and Forever Homes - Joshua Whitmore/Reader

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N.

Wordcount: 6256

Summary: You've done it, you bought a house with the mysterious artist who captured your attention in a hospital parking lot, and you're more than ready to start this new chapter of your life with him as he builds the place up for you.

Notes: Lice check secure, he is all clear 👍 this ended up changing from my initial idea as I wrote this time, usually my ideas don't stray too much when it comes to readers unless they get away from me and become super long, but hey, that just means I can always write more for him hehe hope you like it, my fellow Joshua lover 😊🤝🖌️🤝😊

The house is everything you’ve ever wanted in a Forever Home, even if it did need some work done. Joshua was again proven wrong as you'd toured it together, the photos on the realty site had been old, due to the fact that the owners had been hiring someone to fix it up so they could update everything for the new year and hopefully bring in some buyers. Because of this, half the work had already been secretly done with everyone thinking it was still a dump, so they’d been able to work in peace for months while looking forward to being able to ask for more when it was finished. This makes him surprisingly happy as he checks everything out, rushing ahead of you to claim his new, larger studio with a view he could actually enjoy when he feels like it, and you fall even more in love when you join him as he talks to himself about where everything would go.

He’s so vocal now because he doesn't need to hide, and you decide that you love the sound of his voice even when he’s being completely insufferable as you wrap your arms around his waist and just listen and picture what he’s saying.

You let your landlord know of your upcoming move and thank him for everything, and while he’s sad to lose out on such a good tennant, you know that he’s no doubt relieved now that people wouldn’t be flocking to his property the moment you and Joshua leave for work to get a glimpse of his art. It’ll be nice to not have to worry about that, and you make sure to ask him where he bought your tub as you sign off on your final month to make sure there’s time to pack everything up. The house is still being repaired, but Joshua keeps insisting that he wants to do the rest himself, to know that him getting out a hammer would be to build things up, not to tear them down so he had a place to sleep, and you can’t argue with that, even if you still have no resume of that kind of work by him yet.

That week, you finally meet and come to a wonderful deal with the elderly couple who’re selling. They take one look at the two of you, young and in love and ready to take this step together, and talk fondly about how they see their own children, their growing grandkids. Immediately they know that you are the ones who have to be the new owners, it just feels right, and it makes you so happy to think about the idea of starting this journey with Joshua. 

Of course he just rolls his eyes at that, he’s very much done with talk of fate and other miracles to last him a lifetime, but they’re happy and old and don't even notice as you shake their hands and accept their hugs and offers of some of the candy she has in her purse for her grandkids.

You waste no time on moving your stuff over once the paperwork is finalized and the locks are changed again for his peace of mind. The floors and walls have already been fixed up so they could proceed with the rest, and he gladly takes it all on himself as each room is slowly completed so they can be filled one by one. You still have the rest of the month in your apartment so there's no rush, and your landlord is nice enough to give you an extra week or two, free of charge, if need be since you’re doing this all by yourselves, but it seems like he can't get there fast enough now that the deal has been made. You know it's for purely selfish reasons, he was so ready to turn this place down until he saw what it could offer him, but again, he was so used to taking whatever he could get, so you'll gladly let him think this was all his idea while the mood is still high.

You're spending your weekend off work moving the last of his studio into place since it’s the easiest room to finish, his completed paintings since he’d returned from New York now decorating every room and adding colour to the walls while he fixes up the kitchen, he truly wasn't lying about being a handyman in one of his old jobs; the patio doors are open wide as he measures, cuts, and paints the new cabinets so they fit the old frame, and a big bag of handles and their screws is resting on the ‘new’ stove the elderly couple so kindly donated since they'd wanted to upgrade theirs, or so they said. 

He doesn't turn it down, it's a few years old but it's in great shape and that's several hundred that you don't have to spend, and he installs it himself until you need to step in and finish the job when he can't get it to work and you start fearing about the house blowing up.

You keep taking peeks at his progress between each trip back to the apartment for more, you can only bring so much at a time, but you don’t complain even though it seems like his things are endless. It allows you to enjoy the nice weather before the fall chill can start to take over soon, and you can't wait to start enjoying those cold nights with him curled up with you. It's been months but the thought of him sleeping alone with nothing but his sleeping bag and backpack still makes you pause when you think about how he is now, what he has because you'd been unable to let him go. 

He's so different from the man you met in that hospital room, that man was still there of course, but now he’s happier, more lively, ready to finally live again instead of just run and survive in order to keep himself. You're so glad that you were the one to give that to him when no one else could, that your curiosity had been so strong that you couldn't stay away to the point that you'd inserted himself into his life when he'd wanted nothing more than to continue on as he was forever, and now his forever was currently being spent drilling cupboard doors that he'd built himself into place.

You grin wide as you wait at the stoplights, your backseat and trunk full of the final boxes of his art to mount to the walls along with the smaller miscellaneous things you’d left for last, and by the time you get back to him he's moved onto the big pantry next to the fridge, everything else done. ‘At this rate you'll be able to finish off the bathroom too,’ you say as you walk in with another box of art to place by the door, and when he looks up at you he looks very tired, but content. 

‘You work me harder than Bryant,’ he jokes as he wipes off his forehead, and he falls back so he can sit, take a moment to rest his weary limbs, and watch you carry in the next box. ‘Were you able to get the rest of it this time?’

‘Yeah, last box is all your brushes,’ you tell him as you set down another box, the sweat gathering on your own forehead with each trip. When you carry in said brushes along with the rest of his tools you set it down and sit next to him so you can catch your own breath, and he glances at you before leaning against your arm.

‘I forgot how nice it was to do this kinda stuff, to create other things even though art will always be my passion, to make something for myself,’ he says almost to himself as he looks at what he built, the two of you no doubt already sorting the dishes still at the apartment into the many available spaces he'd been working on all day. 

‘You're good at it, why'd you quit?’ you ask as you mentally stack all your plates, and he gives a small shrug and itches at his ear until you make him stop.

‘It was a job, something to do so I could keep going after a couple months, I don't think I could've been happy doing it everyday, not like when I paint,’ he explains as he draws a design in the air with his finger, and you lean over more to see that he was planning something for the cupboard door above him.

‘Well, we still have that hole in the roof to deal with before it starts wrecking stuff down here, so when the bathroom is done you can fix that up and be free to go back to your painting, Mr. Whitmore,’ you tell him as you look up at the ceiling, and his eyes follow yours as the final task looms overhead. ‘I mean, I get why they didn't tackle it first since they wanted to be as discreet as possible, but I feel like they really should've at least started on it, right?’

‘If it's there then they could get more in the end by making the house look undesirable until they can start on the outside, if the place gets bought before everything's done then they only lose out on a lemon,’ he figures with a frown, his eyes then trailing over the room. ‘There has to be a way up there, we've been here so many times already but I can't find it, I don't wanna scale the outside just to jump into the attic.’

‘Well, let's take a break and find it, who's gunna stop us?’ you suggest before standing, and you offer your hands to him to help him up before you take one side of the house while he takes the other. You search every ceiling, every closet, every single room for a way into the small attic above, because there had to be some way even if it was too rundown to have a use, but come up with nothing until you lean against the wall in defeat and hear a faint thud of hollowness echoing behind you. ‘Hey, Joshua?’ you call out to him as you jump away like it'll break under your weight, and he rushes over like he's worried you're in danger. ‘Check out this wall, am I crazy or does it not sound… solid?’

He comes over and knocks on it, his ear pressed to it to listen, and he comes to the same conclusion as you before rushing outside to grab his tools. He comes back with a hammer and a crowbar, practiced hands carefully tapping until he finds the seam hidden under the new paint and putty, and you give him space as he jams the end of the crowbar into the wall and starts to break it all down again. You're thankful that your furniture is still back at the apartment as the floor gets decorated with bits and pieces of wall, and he doesn't stop until he's torn it all away to reveal an old door hidden behind the new drywall.

‘Okay, I'm starting to regret signing the deed so fast,’ you try to joke as every horror movie you've ever seen suddenly comes back to you at once, but he isn't afraid, he's been living in places like this for years, and he shows you how unafraid he is as he quickly locates a flashlight and walks right in. ‘Wait! Don't- christ, don't go without me, if you fall through the ceiling and break your neck I'll never forgive myself,’ you nearly stutter as you file in the thin hallway behind him, and your hands cling to the back of his shirt as he shakes his head at you and presses on. The hallway is very short, less than the length of the rooms on either side so it could fit the stairs up, and you almost comically loudly gulp as your wonderful Forever Home slowly turns into a haunted house before your very eyes.

‘It's okay, just take my hand, the railing needs to be replaced,’ he tells you as he starts to go up, and you can see the light from the flashlight mix with the sunlight coming through the hole in the roof as your eyes readjust. He doesn't let you go as you go up together, and when he reaches the top of the stairs he brushes off a place to sit before taking up the landing and helping you cross that final threshold; your eyes are shut tight as you expect a horrorshow to be awaiting you up there, but at the gentle touch on your cheek you crack open an eye and see that it's surprisingly not as bad, just as the downstairs had been. It's still bad, the hole in the roof is very much creating an entire ecosystem up there, but you can feel how excited he is at how big the place is, how much extra space this will surely give him.

‘This room is mine,’ he tells you before you can even offer it to him, and you lean your cheek against his thigh with a smile as he starts talking about all the work he has yet to do.

He switches gears to start on the attic now that the way up has been discovered, and together you guess about why it was closed off to that extent as you help him measure and cut and paint. You provide all the horror ideas, all borrowed from movies you've seen while he counters them with more realistic ideas; for a person who loves to create he always gets so literal about these kinds of things, and you just listen fondly as he spouts of very plausible options of them just not wanting to climb the stairs anymore, or not needing the space and eventually forgetting it was even there after they walled it off.

You decide that the whole thing should be left open since it was hidden between the open living room and his closed off studio, and the door to the latter ends up moving from the far wall to right next to the stairs with a bit of fanagalling. You do need to end up hiring some men to help open up the wall so a new bannister could be added, and to rebuild the stairs so they were a bit wider, even though Joshua could've done it and he lets you know that repeatedly the moment they leave after doing their initial diagnosis and measurements for tomorrow. You just kiss him until he falls silent again, many promises that they won't touch the attic so it can be all his enough to satisfy him now that he's fully in building mode. 

With the added help it’s enough of a push to make you start moving in all the furniture to the bedroom since the living room was now being taken over by their equipment, and the only additional hiring he allows is the small trailer you rent so the bed and dresser can be easily relocated. He's so protective over his space you start to notice as he shoulders most of the heavy lifting, he'd always been almost territorial in a way once he'd moved in with you, but now you were seeing that it extended to the whole house as well. 

He doesn't want anyone to come in, to invade his space where he felt safe with you, and you feel a twinge of residual guilt at not keeping them out the last time. He doesn't blame you for it, you'd been charged at after all, no one could stop an entire group on their own, but you still feel bad as he avoids the eyes of the men who’re now working on the stairs and sticks to moving his door and fixing the new hole in the wall where it used to be. 

Thankfully, if they recognize him from the news they never say anything to either of you, and you slowly fill the kitchen with dishes and other cookware as they screw the new bannister into place so he’ll be able to easily get to his second studio.

He starts working on the attic alone once they're done, and you only bother him to move the heavy things as you handle everything else by yourself. It's good, hearty work to make sure he feels like this place won't be swarmed with the press and old bosses again, you haven't even told anyone at work that you've moved just for that extra bit of security until he's completely certain that this place will be what he needs in his own Forever Home. 

You'd set up the bed alone before, dragged your dresser into place with a broken back, unpacked everything you owned into that apartment, and you have to admit that it feels nice to be able to yell up the stairs for him whenever it becomes too much, which it thankfully rarely is. You can tell where he is above you as you stuff your clothes back into the dresser and new walk-in closet that he gave all to you, he still doesn't have enough to take up more than a drawer in your expansive dresser. With the size of the place you can easily fit in a second for when he was ready to buy more, art supplies always take priority when his few outfits still work for him just fine, and you make sure to leave space for it as you finish off the room.

You hang up his hoodie on the hook by the door next to your fall jackets when you get to it, it's so nice to have that sight back again in this new place, and you're in the middle of folding up the now empty box when you hear a shout and a clatter. You race upstairs, the place doesn't feel haunted to you anymore so this is easy, and find him on the ground as he sucks his finger into his mouth, the fallen hammer laying by his feet. He looks positively sour, he'd smacked his finger in the dimming light of the setting sun, and you walk over to check it out and access the damage; the nail is miraculously saved but it's still bleeding something awful, and he hisses between his teeth as you decide that he's done for the day, time to come downstairs and decide on dinner, you don’t have the energy to cook anything.

‘I'm almost done, just hold the light for me so I can finish this, then I can tile tomorrow,’ he frowns as he yanks his hand back when you try to make him stand, and you scoff and look at what he's done today.

‘You are, but I've got the bedroom done now, so I can help you finish this up tomorrow, I'll take the day off before the rain hits this week,’ you promise him, but now that the stairs are open it's a perfect doorway for creatures to pry past the plastic and creep inside, and he knows what it's like to wake up to raccoons and possums digging through his things. 

‘The faster it gets done the better, you won't be so ready to sleep when the wind blows the staples out and we get bats,’ he mutters as he tries to go back to it, but the sun is setting faster thanks to the late month, if you let him keep at it then he'll forget to eat and even sleep just the same way he does when he paints, so you have to forcefully drag him away until he stops fighting you. He goes quiet as you check out the takeout menus you brought over now that almost everything is there, you can eat without having to drive home officially, and it takes you until you hold them up for him to decide on what he wants before it hits you that he's upset.

‘Joshua, I'd really like it if you got cleaned up and ate something before you go back to it, I'll help you, you don't have to do this alone,’ you give in at the sight of his expression, and he picks at his nail with a wince until you make him stop that too.

‘I thought I'd been doing better with this, so you don't have to worry about me like before after everything,’ he mutters so softly that you almost miss it, and you pull him against you as you lean back against the counter.

‘You have been, and you are, I can't tell you how proud I am of you for it,’ you tell him with a kiss to his forehead, and you taste the fallen dust and various hazards that’d stuck to his skin over the day before you quickly spit into the sink. ‘Sorry, I got too eager, we need to remember to put in a window once the roof is fixed, otherwise you'll never be able to paint up there,’ you point out after rinsing out your mouth, and he looks at his caked arms between the clean patches thanks to his sleeves and gloves.

‘Proper ventilation is vital for any painting space, otherwise I'll risk slight suffocation as well as possibly getting too high to focus off the fumes, I also got ahead of myself,’ he admits as it hits him that he was so determined to close everything off that he would be keeping all the toxins in, and you tap where you kissed with a slight grin.

‘And we can't have that, can we?’ you tease him, and it eases him enough despite looking upset about relapsing back into old habits. ‘C’mon, the tub might not be what we had, but I can still wash your hair for you before you get sick of how cramped it is, gotta make sure you don't bring any friends to bed with you tonight after being up there all day.’

‘Friends?’ he asks as you lead the way, and your face flushes as you open the door at needing to explain the joke.

‘Y'know, lice and other creepy crawlies, who knows what's been living up there?’ you whisper as he frowns again, and he glances at himself in the mirror before really leaning in.

‘More likely to get fleas, but I should be fine, spiders never bother with me,’ he says as he determines that he's still safe, but now the thought of the man you're about to hug might really having some guests hanging on makes you jump back before you can touch him. ‘You'd never last a night in any of the places I've been in, here.’ He quickly strips everything off and tosses it into the washing machine, and you eye it just to see if anything will run out before he's the one chuckling at you. He strips you down next, tosses your clothes in with his before immediately starting it up to prove to you that it was fine, but you're no longer as eager to leave the attic open until you both can go through and finish cleaning up every corner now that the floor was laid and the roof was almost done. 

He's the one to guide you to the normal-sized bath and shower combo, no large jacuzzi until you could save up and get a similar one so this place could truly be a home, and it's very cramped as he pulls the curtain closed and reaches past you to get to the tap. The water that sprays out is so cold it makes you yelp, and he laughs a little louder before adjusting it to your usual comfortable temperature and locates the body wash sitting on the corner shelf. 

‘Never done this before, can't say I prefer it to the baths,’ you confess even though being so close to him is still nice, and he makes you turn around so he can start cleaning away the sweat you'd worked up over the day.

‘It’s not as nice, but I'm glad we can still do this much together, you've honestly made me hate showering alone, since we met,’ he says as he washes, carefully lathers up every dip and curve to the body he's memorized better than a paintbrush, a canvas, the same painting he tried over and over to perfect. 

‘I'm glad the room is big, there'll be just enough space for it once everything else is taken care of, maybe for Black Friday we can find one on sale,’ you plan ahead, and at the sound of his sigh you know you've just found another thing he hates.

‘Consumerism at its best, people literally killing themselves for a better deal, each store marketing themselves more than ever before to bring in more dollars than they'd make even with the slashed prices, I'm not surprised you bought into it,’ he groans as he reaches for the shampoo next, and you're not offended as you silently urge him to continue. ‘Even before I left New York I'd see it, before I realized how much each year was offering more and more distractions to take everyone away, how everyone would nearly freeze themselves to death out there in their lines, like cattle naively lining up for a slaughterhouse, and the butcher's knives were the products they wasted all their hard earned money on. Things they didn't need, just because it was there and cheap, just one more distraction or pill to swallow to make them forget that we're all one step closer to the grave.

‘Now it's all electronics, flashing distractions that can kill time for longer, to teach their kids for them, to make life a little easier when really it's just turning them all into zombies at the push of a button, all for an easily affordable price if you can get to it before that kindly old lady over there breaks your jaw trying to get it first,’ he grumbles as he washes your hair for you, but even with him being angry he never tugs or tangles, his hands still gentle as he runs his fingers through the bubbles to make sure there's no knots.

‘Wow, you really think you're better than everyone, don't you?’ you say as you turn to face him, the suds instantly getting in your eyes like karma as the both of you then quickly rinse them out again. ‘I don't- ugh, ow- I don't mean it like, you're playing up the pretentious artist looking down on all of humanity schtick or anything, it's just that we've been together almost four months now and you haven't run out of things to say, there has to be something in there that you don't feel this way about.’

He thinks about it before leaning under the water to wet his hair, and when he pushes it back he looks like the man you saw on stage before it fades back to him, from Mr. Whitmore back to Joshua. ‘I don't feel this way about you, even though you keep repeatedly falling into every single society trap that ruins people,’ he says as he brushes your own hair back, and he thinks some more before leaning down, plugging the drain so the tub can fill, and shutting off the shower head so the water can run freely from the tap instead. ‘You do, but it's never ruined you, I've seen it affect so many people over the years that it made me do nothing but hate, but not you.’ He guides you down until you're kneeling, and with a bit of trouble he spins so his back is to you so he can be cleaned next, just like you always did back at your apartment. ‘Maybe miracles do exist…’

‘I think they do, I mean, if I hadn't left early that day I never would've seen you, never would've wanted to meet you, then we wouldn't be here.’ You hold him as the water rises, your chin on his shoulder as he slides forward so his joints can rest more comfortably even though he can’t stretch out fully in here with you behind him. ‘I'd still be alone back at that apartment, and you'd-’

‘Still be out there, probably switching states because those kids told someone where I was,’ he finishes for you, and you don't want to picture him sleeping on the floor after a long day of painting in another empty house instead of fixing up his first home in years. ‘I never wanted to admit it, because I didn't know when I'd move on again, but this whole time I've been waiting for the dream to end, for me to get sick of you the way I did the others because I still didn't know how to love, or for you to cash in on me and sell me out when you got tired of me like everyone else.’

Your eyes go wide as you look at the back of his head, and he visibly shrinks as he voices not his fears but his expectations. ‘Joshua, I would never,’ you swear to him without mentioning the first part, because, if you were honest, you still don’t know why you’ve been the only exception to his frustrations over everything even when you keep offering him more and more reasons to toss you in with the rest.

‘I know that now, I started believing it when you came to get me, and don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you keep trying to hide us from everyone even during all this, so they won’t find me again,’ he admits, but he’s still tense, something is still eating at him. ‘And before you say it, yeah, there’s been a time or two where I thought that all of this was too much, just too much work, too much stress, too much that was different between us for this to work out just like the last person I was with.

‘Between you coming around at the hospital like all the nosy reporters I’ve ever avoided, to you hounding me to make sure I took care of myself, and then you constantly insisting that you didn’t hate me even though I’ve brought nothing but trouble into your life since we met, I was truthfully going to end it when you looked at this place and actually wanted me to be here with you in it, like you saw all of the bullshit I put you through just because I’m me and still wanted to keep spending time with me and waking up to me and watching me paint not because I could offer you something in return, but because you- because you…’

‘I love you.’ You stand up and carefully step around him, your legs forcing his together as you find a new place in his lap, and he avoids your eye but has nowhere to go in a tub this small. ‘You’re insufferable, you talk like you know everything about everything when in reality, you’d gone for so long without being around technology that you couldn’t tell a goddamn iPod from a tape recorder. You’re pretentious about things, you lose yourself in your work until you make yourself sick and I have to take care of you, you talk shit through all my movies about how much you hate TV, but you’ve got nothing to say about that when it’s time for you to show me your own favourites.

‘You ignore your own needs because you don’t want to be a bother to me, you keep insulting where I work because it’s a boring desk job instead of something I can be passionate about, you make me feel guilty because I drive places instead of walk if the destination is far even when I need to get groceries. You keep telling me that you don’t know how to love even though being with you is the happiest I’ve ever been, and sometimes you act like I’d be better off if you’d just disappeared even though you know that living through that exact situation broke my heart,’ you list off relentlessly at him, and with each one he shrinks more and more until the water running down his cheek isn’t from the turned off shower. ‘You do all of that, and you still don’t get that I want to live here with you because I love you so much despite it all, despite everything that drives me absolutely insane day in and day out, because it’s you that’s doing it.’

He meets your eye when you touch his cheek, brush away his tear with your thumb, and you kiss his forehead again before pressing your chest to his so he can feel the way your heart is beating behind your cooling skin.

‘I went to New York because I can’t live without you, so of course I wanna move into my dream home with you, that won’t ever change no matter how many times you remind me that technology is splitting people apart and that the world is a scary place. I never have and never will want to take anything from you, I want to create a new life here with you, and whether that be through rebuilding this house or… or starting a family, hell, even by buying some fish or something, I want that, so as long as you don’t get sick of me, then can you maybe stop trying to convince yourself that I’ll get sick of you?’

You don’t realize that you’ve also started crying until he kisses the wetness from your cheek, and you just hold each other in the tub until the water gets too high in your distraction and starts to overflow. You quickly shut it off as the two of you scramble for the towels and make an even bigger mess in the process, the tub really is too small after all with how fast it filled, but cleaning up the mess and protecting his new cupboards is just a comfortable closer on the knowledge that you’d both gotten some bottled things out and worked through them without having to catch a plane to a different state to make it come out. 

You steal glances at him as you try and get the water that spilled under the washer and dryer while he soaks up the main mess with every other towel you own, the both of you completely naked and shivering and covered in goosebumps, and when he meets your eye you can’t help but laugh at the pleasant absurdity that your lives have become, which makes him do the same. So much has happened since you met him, and yeah, maybe buying a house together after a few months was moving pretty fast, but once you’d had to watch him drive away, and then felt that pain of being alone, you’d known that you could only ever be with him, and this just solidifies it as he drains the tub so it’s usable again and tosses the wet lump of fabric into the washing machine with your clothes.

‘I never wanted to start thinking about you getting tired of me,’ he finally says after getting back into the tub with you, and the water is much lower as you start washing him like you’d both gotten so used to. ‘It’s just hard, not to go to that, after everything else I’ve been through since I started being more public with my work.’

‘I know, you’ve lived through more than I probably ever will, but I want to make sure that the rest of your life is everything you deserve, starting with a warm bed, your own studio far away from prying eyes, and hot food made by someone who loves you,’ you whisper as you wash off the soap and start lathering up his hair. He hums to himself, he truly likes the sound of that, and he’s ready to fully let himself enjoy it as he leans into your touch until you’re washing it all away, no creepy crawlies would be joining you tonight when you get into bed with him for the first time in this place.

‘I didn’t know the pizza guy loved me,’ he jokes once his hair is rinsed, and you gently shove him with a snicker as he lets himself laugh at the joke.

‘You’re absolutely insufferable,’ you groan as you squeeze the water from his hair as much as you can now that you have no towels to dry off with, looks like you’d need to settle for dish towels for tonight if you wanted to answer the door in about a half hour’s time.

‘And you love me for it,’ he says softly like he’s not only teasing you but also finally accepting it now that he’s said it out loud.

‘And I love you for it,’ you agree, and you kiss him as the drain swallows all the proof of your shared hard work for the day so you can eat, finish the roof together so you could avoid those visiting bats, and then wash it all away again before bed.

[the-phantom-author]

when popstar!gf and hasan first met, it was basically love at first sight for her. it’s cliche but it’s true. he’s beautiful and treats her firmly as an equal, he never dismisses her because of her age, gender, career, anything. he’s so in tune with her they basically finish each others sentences. he even lets her borrow a hoodie when he notices she’s getting goosebumps because it’s pretty cold in his house.

the accidental touches, or the on purpose ones like when he hugs her goodbye and he rubs her back…. the eye contact…. the everything.

she KNOWSSSS she over romanticizes everything. heck, that’s her whole career basically. she chalks it up to it being a few months since she was with someone (in any way), she’s a libra she’s just attracted to. all things romance, just the fact that he was nice to her (the bar is in hell ladies) but she likes him sooooooo so so much. it gets worse the more they get to know each other.

she’s on multiple streams for a good few months. he goes to a concert as a friend, he invites her to his birthday, etc.

and it’s breaking her heart he doesn’t see how head over heels in love she is with him.

with hasan it took more time. sure she was GORGEOUS and so so so smart and insanely talented but hasan is always so focused on his work, he barely even thinks about relationships until it’s too late and he’s left heartbroken because he never realized someone was into him.

so when she starts pulling back after like 5ish months, when she’s busy all of a sudden, when she acts weird on socials, when she seems so much more guarded and focused on the topic at hand, when she’s up late at night posting sad songs, new sad lyrics……. he’s worried.

but more than worried, he’s sad. because not seeing her like once a week, sometimes more, it’s left this hole in his heart. he can’t explain it at first but the more he sees from her on socials, he knows his missing her.

then it’s like an ache. it’s there all the time, he can’t make it stop. he can’t stay asleep, he’s walking up thinking of her. he’s going extra hard in workouts out of pure pent up emotion. he doesn’t feel like eating. he’s extra grumpy to chatters, lashing out at very minor things. doesn’t want to hang out, not into the podcast. he’s gotta do something.

she’s pulled back so much, she misses him the same as he does her, but she knows it’s just better to stay away. but one night, after an awful night on a date with some guy, she miserable, the pap photos hasan sees on insta are her looking angry and sad, he’s gotta do something. his palms are itching seeing her upset. he knows a lot of private stuff about her dating life, he knows how hard it is for her to open up, he knows the look on her face and he knows it’s not good. he realizes he’s in love with her and it’s almost too late.

she gets back home and is just sitting and kinda crying.

he can’t sleep that night knowing she’s so upset so he’s booking it to her place

when he knocks and she opens the door, he sees the mascara streaks in her face and he’s breaking, he’s pulling her into his arms and kissing her, more intimate and more lovingly than she’s ever been kissed. they stand and kiss. and kiss. and she finally pulls him inside her place, he’s pressing her to the door, kissing her more

“i love you,” he breathes

“i love you too” she whispers back.

Popstar!gf being the embodiment of "she fell first, he fell harder" always makes me 😭😭

It's the way he's able to be goofy with her without patronizing her, and how he's able to act silly with her, joking while they are reading the horny DM's the other has got, but he's still able to be respectful of her opinions when it comes to the more serious topic they talk about. The hoodie, I-

The way that the two of them just start hanging out together and can't think not spending their free time together. She's bringing him to concerts, he's having her on stream. He mentions that he's wondered what the process of making music was, so she brings him to the studio a few nights. She mentions how bad at sports she is, so he teaches her how to play basketball.

She's so so so in love and Hasan is so so so oblivious. He likes having her around but he doesn't give himself any room to be able to put a reason why behind it. He doesn't think about why he enjoys their little dinners, where they talk about anything and everything, including how they're viewed by the public. Including how their jobs effect them. Including their dating history.

Her pulling away. Like she knows better than to stay that close to him, she's been there before, and she know what it'll do to her mental health to stay. So she has to pull away and isolate herself away from him. And so she starts dating again, partly because she needs the distraction from Hasan. And he's aware that she's dating, he's seen some of the paparazzi photos of you on dates, and while they all have made him feel a certain way. Nothing ever stacks up to the photos from the last date.

Those photo make him upset in a way that he didn't know he could be. (I can only think of the Madison Beer photos with Zack or whatever his name is). All Hasan knows is that he needs to get to you. There is no other thought in his head, just that he knows that he can make it better and he needs to fix it. It's the moment that she opens the door that he realizes that he loves her.

[acamaryseinteery]

Httyd Modern AU

Ships: hicret/eretcup, former hicstrid

Sumary: first time meeting, number puns, new flatmate,...

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One thing Hiccup didn't expect to see so up close was a picture of some more furred deer with large antlers and body made of lines. Much less to bump into the picture on the box.

He was running late to meet up with his ex for a breakfast at their favorite cafe and already sure that he attached his peg leg wrong. Now he was on his back and trying to regain consciousness over seeing tribal furry deers fly above him. It took him a few minutes to notice someone was calling him.

"Hey! Are you okay?!" As if an alarm activated in his head Hiccup sat up and instantly held back of his head in pain.

The big box was dropped on the ground carefully as the one holding it rushed to help him.

"Hey, slowly okay? That was quite a fall." The man spoke softly and one big arm supported his back while other batted his hand away to feel any swelling.

After regaining some consciousness and his vision cleared up better(though every around the center was still blurry), he noticed a tattooed man with tribal tattoo on his chin watch him with deep worry.

His eyes were amber brown, his skin was tan and he had his mid long hair tied, but that didn't stop bangs to sneak past his ears. Wait, were those beads in them?

After looking down he noticed that he was wearing a worn out dark green sleeveless hoodie and grey sweatpants.

"Hold on, I'll bring you some water." He quickly left, but not for a very long time. Just now Hiccup noticed that the man put a folded blanket behind his head and put his legs in the air by putting them against the box he was holding.

At least he seemed to know what to do.

Hiccup on the other hand didn't know what to do at all. But guessing by the spinning feeling in his body he could only wait to get better before-Oh shit.

Astrid!

He should be going, else she's gonna be worried sick!

He tried to get up only to find his peg leg detach when he tried to take a step.

What would have surely been a splat on the ground was avoided by a strong arm hooking him from below around chest to stop his fall.

"Easy now I got ya. Holding on?" Asked the man and tried to help him balance on one leg and aim him down to sit.

Once they managed that Hiccup let go of his hold and accepted the handed sports bottle of water.

The man took the prothesis and placed it next to the leg it belonged to.

"Want me to call you an ambulance?"

"No no, I'm fine thanks. I was just in the hurry and didn't notice you in the hallway." He took one more chug of water and gave the man the bottle back for now.

"Thanks."

"No problem, sorry for causing your fall. I'm moving in and this was the only box I could take while my cousin is parking." He motioned the the huge box with the reindeer logo.

Hiccup chuckled and reattached his leg "Yeah, this hallway always seemed too narrow for my taste. Hopefully I won't see reindeers in my sleep now."

His joke got the man to snicker before he held out his hand to Hiccup.

"Eret Eretson, room S8." He said with a bit of an accent. Maybe British?

"Straight?"

"No sir, gay."

Hiccup burst into laughter after the number pun and grin Eret pulled on after saying that.

After minimizing the laughter to giggles he said "There's no room S 8. The landlord ordered wrong fond so the 5 looks like a S."

"Shoot, there goes my chances of an endless joke opportunities. But at least it's not A5. Because anyone I would anger would write an extra S there and my address name would be an Ass." Joked Eret, cracking Hiccup again before saying.

"That's your aim anyway, so it would give a straight up message."

Now that cracked Eret into laughter "Good one."

"Hiccup."

"Um, bless you?"

Hiccup then chuckled "No that's my name. Harry Hiccup Haddock. But everyone calls me Hiccup. My mom's idea when she was high on adderall and dad on antidepressants on stress. My room is 54."

Eret clearly fought another laughter as he grimaced and made stiffened giggles after shaking his hand and helping him up.

"That must be a great story for office parties."

"Eh, after a few years it gets old." Shrugged Hiccup and drank rest of the water.

"Anyway I should go else my ex is gonna think I stood her up on our breakfast plans."

"Trying to get back together?" Quizzed Eret curious but Hiccup shook his head "Nah, just a tradition from college years together. Anyway, see you around. Hopefully next time without any crash collisions." Eret let Hiccup walk past him before taking the box and taking it to his apartment.

"No promises. See ya!"

[drpoisonoaky]

Who let them drink?

As soon as she entered what was supposed to be a party at which she nicely declined the invitation, the explanations from Aang weren't necessary anymore.

“LOOK, EVERYONE! THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND! LOOK AT HER. ARE YOU LOOKING?! LOOK. AT. HER,” yelled Katara as she climbed her like she was a tree. Having your drunked girlfriend shouting next to your ear isn’t a pleasant experience, but she has had a lot of worse experiences.

“How much has she drunk?”

“I lost the count a while ago.” Aang was trying to catch Sokka who was on the chandelier. Having in mind that they’re still in the royal palace and how high it was, Azula was kind of impressed.

"NO! MY GIRLFRIEND IS PRETTIER AND WAY NICER. LOOK AT HER," he exclaimed, pointing at a very drunk Suki sleeping on the floor.

“Good grief.”

“NO! MY GIRLFRIEND IS THE BEST. SHE ALWAYS HAS SOME KNIVES WITH HER. ALWAYS. YOU KNOW HOW USEFUL THAT IS” Looking at the scene Azula had forgotten about Mai’s knives. The last time Mai got drunk, Ty Lee almost lost an eye.

“They decided to mix something with something and it seems it was easy to drink but pretty strong”

As soon as Aang said that, Mai began to throw up through the window. “Well, at least we don’t need to worry about someone being hurt by her” Azula thought.

“Are you the only one who hasn’t had a drink?” As she pronounced that last word a very drunk Ty Lee revived from the floor next to Suki.

“WELL YOU ALL HAVE GORGEOUS GIRLFRIENDS BUT GUESS WHAT I MADE OUT WITH ALL OF THEM AT SOME POINT SO VICTORY IS ON ME.”

“Wait Katara too?” Azula did not want to be that person, but there’s something uncomfortable about your ex-girlfriend making out with your current girlfriend. “Maybe if I wasn’t dating either a good couple could have been born. I’m pretty sure someday someone would be in that situation.”

“I don’t know where Toph is, but yeah.” If, at that moment, you looked into his eyes you would see how those people right now were taking away years of his life.

“Azzzulaaa, why aren’t you paying attention to me?!” said Katara with her face buried in Azula’s neck.

“That’s a lot of Z’s and A’s for a single word.” said Azula while bringing back her attention to Katara “How much did this woman drink.”

“Don’t cry.” Katara unburied her face from Azula’s neck “How am I not going to cry like in your face?!”

“What about my face?”

Katara began to sob while she said “IT IS PERFECT. HOW ARE YOU EVEN REAL.”

“So I guess emotional drunk Katara is here.”

Suddenly Azula felt how someone had climbed up her body to perch on her shoulders. “Shhh. You also are perfect.” said Ty lee trying to not to fall having 0 balance.

But with that Katara’s change her demeanor and pretends to be serious and sober, only for a second.

“I am not making out with you so you can say you made out with every girl in this room Ty lee.”

“So Katara didn’t do it after all” though Azula with a little bit of relief that she never ever would recognize.

“I girl have to try.” As she said that Ty Lee was down on her feet and Katara face was back on Azula’s neck.

“Zzzzulaaaa she’s trying to get into my pants. But I don’t want her. I only want you into my pants because you are really good in-“ Without letting her end that sentence she decided it was enough.

“Avatar, I'm taking her and I’m sending some servants to help you because Ty Lee is 30 seconds away from throwing up. And then Zuzu will do it after her.”

Aang gave her a confused look but 30 seconds after there was a gross noise coming from Ty Lee

“Whao, do you know their vomit schedule?”

“I usually don’t drink either. And they don’t know how to drink. So I have to develop a plan to proceed every time they say “I have this bottle.””.

The first time she began planning, she was holding Zuko and Ty Lee at the same time while they emptied their stomachs. Also, she developed a sweet revenge plan to enact when they woke up hungover. It changed depending on what instrument was available in the palace. Or if she wanted to be extra evil, she-

“‘Zzzulaa”

“It seems we lost some z's and a's,” Azula said while she dropped her gaze to Katara’s.

“I love you.”

“Wait when did they reach drunk loveliness Katara…Oh shit.”

“WAIT THE BATHROOM IS NEA-“

Too late, it was Katara's turn. “The fucking vomit schedule.”

As Katara kept throwing up a victory shout resonates in the room. “I WON I WAS THE LAST PERSON STANDI-“ Sokka shouted. Then he pass out.

So everyone, except the former princess of the Fire Nation and the last airbender, was down. Thank Agni the Avatar state it's pretty useful to clean vomit.

[milekael]

show me 🐞🥊👠 forrrr LAUREL AND OLIVE !! and how about 🍓 for any other street cat of ur choosing >:3

OH HELL YEA BABY SWAG!!

🐞 - What does a perfect day look like for your oc? What do they do? Who do they see?

For Laurel it would be a day where he manages to solve a complex case that also doesn't take too much sleep out of him while also being 100% happy with the results where he can go "Yes, I did something good this time" (So rarely LOL) and then go home without much issue without anyone extra trying to talk to him to sit down in front of his aquarium eating something sweet. Basically peak autism day for him where he does everything he likes and nothing that annoys or overwhelms him. An alternative is like if there is one of those aquarium conventions in the city where people all over the world bring and sell fish (Legally) and stuff for aquariums and just passes the whole day planning a new tank without, again, anyone trying to talk to him more than necessary or ever getting touched. Literally pure vibes.

Olive.... Olive just wants to rest LOL For her staying to long in one place would eventually lead her thoughts wandering into Bad Places, and going to work or tagging along Ryan and King's jobs just reminds her of her situation so that also is a no-go. I think a good day would just be one where she can try and do something pretending she is still a journalist, some low-stakes reporting while just hanging out around the city and not worrying, although the anxiety gets to her when she least expects it so U know, give or take.

They both could go to the aquarium and would have a pretty good day. Perfect date.

🥊 - Has your character ever been in a fight? Did they win? Do they fight often? Are they professionally trained or self taught? Do they enjoy fighting or only do so when necessary?

Their job usually forces them into fights from time to time and neither of them are particularly good LOL Laurel quickly resorts to firearms because that's the way he can try and take control over a situation, but Olive has been banned from using them (The first and only time she used a gun she did it so badly and in such an unsafe manner that she got hurt) so for her fights are straight up avoidance game, and if forced she would try to take advantage of the terrain to get away more than confront anyone.

They leave the fighting job to more capable people like Frederick or Tania or in Olive's case, King and his bazillion dogs or Ryan. Laurel is interesting because a lot of his relationship with Frederick is that if there was ever any issues, Laurel just waits for his friend to beat whoever is bothering them.

👠 - How does your oc dress? Are they stylish or casual? Do they keep up with trends or do their own thing? Do they prefer designer clothes or going to the thrift store? Do they have a signature item of clothing?

Teehee they dress like meee :3 But real talk, they do have a pretty similar style lol I will say Olive's prioritizes comfort while Laurel tries to look professional. Also Laurel is more used to buying his clothes from good places while currently, most of Olive's clothes have been given to her by someone else (Although she would buy if she could).

For signature Item mmmm I would say Olive's oversized jacket is important as it is the only thing she has left from Adrian, and now she uses it anytime she can. And for Laurel mmmm while I forget to add them LOL I would say is that he always has gloves on. It doesn't have to be an specific pair, if anything I think he has a bunch of them to make them fit with whatever he is wearing. He just has a bunch of gloves that he doesn't take off because if he ever was to touch something or someone and not like the texture (which is most of the time) he would cringe into non-existence and his whole day would be ruined lol.

AND FOR 🍓MMMM Like I said before I need to worldbuild whatever religion these people have (Is very similar to Christianity I just- Don't want it to be straight up Christianity U know? SDFG) but I do have some vague ideas so I will just make a lightning round of characters at the top of my brain 🍓 - Does your oc believe in anything? Are they superstitious? Religious? Atheistic? Has anything in their past made them this way?

Laurel - Atheist, he is a "I believe in science!" guy

Olive - Grew up with the religion but doesn't really believe. If anything she believes in luck over how bad hers is and if there is a god, it is out to get her Belen - Religious trauma and she will kill god with her bare hands

Frederick - The same as Laurel but actually holding religious shame.

Tania- She believes in god and practices her religion and she is normal about it

Mathew - Religious trauma and atheist. He no longer cares.

Sonia - Agnostic and normal about it

Ryan & Maria - Both grew up religious and still are but in a very casual way, only go to church if needed

King - Religious and in a very loving way because that's how his mom is. Hates the church because they mistreat people like his mom

Sebastian - Atheist and is extremely annoying about it

Mikan - Believes in god and she hates him so engages with Sebastian being annoying about it.

Raphael and really any of the Fjords- Really religious and whatever actions they take can be justified in the eyes of god... somehow.

Merida - "I am going to be the president of this country and this country has been blessed by god 💖"