#I finally felt the need to write up one of my headcannons as a post

[prythianpages]

Dandelions | Headcannons

azriel x green witch | these headcannons focus on Az and you starting a family, introducing the children.

a/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for months so I decided to finally just post them. I have so many ideas for this series since I love it sm but writing them out has been a struggle. Maybe, I can write some of these out just as I did with the first set of HCs.

warnings: mentions of pregnancy/child birth, fluff, dad Az

After the little incident with the aphrodisiac that awakened certain desires in both you and Azriel, you realize you both are ready for the next step...finally starting your family.

As much as Azriel wants a family with you, he is worried about you due to his Illyrian blood and does not want what happened to Feyre to happen to you.

But worry not because that's where your witch abilities come through! There is no witch lore in acotar so I'm just going with my own lore, please bear with me lol.

"How do you think my mother had Thea?"-Luckily for you, your mother has had experience with having a winged baby.

It's a little ritual that gets Az a bit too hot and bothered. Needless to say, after it's done, the two of you have lots of fun trying to have a baby.

You don't notice your pregnant at first.

There's lots of signs such as plants following you everywhere you go, your cat being more affectionate, your spider making elaborate webs everywhere.

You don't notice because you're used to the attention from nature and think nothing of it. What you do notice, however, is how clingy Azriel's shadows become.

Those inky tendrils love you and there's always a couple around you but you start to notice more and more. They help you and keep you safe. If you're going to trip, they stop it. If you need to reach for a cup on a high shelf, they grab it for you. They even force you to walk down the stairs instead of run like you usually do.

Around this time, Azriel starts to feel sick so you attribute the shadow attention to that. Maybe, they just want you close to their master?

Azriel thinks he has food poisoning since he wakes up nauseas and has felt overall, tired and drained. The inner circle has noticed him become more clingy and emotional but no one dares to tell him anything. Meanwhile, you don't question it because you love clingy and emotional Az.

It's one morning during training that Azriel can't hold it in and throws up. He then explains to Cas that he doesn't know what's happening and is starting to get worried.

"Mother's tits!" Cas figures it out immediately. "You're pregnant."

"I'm pregnant?" Cas grins and gives Azriel a big bear hug. "We're pregnant!"

"Who's pregnant?" You call out, looking at Nesta curiously. She shakes her head at you and then you look at Az.

The shadows that hovered by your side parted from you briefly, revealing what they had been protecting for the last couple of weeks. "You're pregnant." Azriel breathes, eyes focusing on your stomach.

Those shadows that have been by your side flutter toward him and that's when they let Azriel hear it--a second heartbeat. When the shadows carry the subtle change of your scent to him next, he faints.

Protective Az comes at you full force after your pregnancy is confirmed. He hovers over you a lot and when you need to go the forests to pick pick out some herbs and ingredients for your potions, he doesn't let you lift a finger.

It often leads to you sitting on the soft grass while he collects what you need with a frown, your own fingers itching to do it yourself. The frown doesn't last long as the sight of Azriel on his knees picking herbs makes the love in your chest swell and he always picks the prettiest flower to place in your hair.

Though he's happy, he can't help but be anxious over whether the ritual worked or not, despite your sister's (Thea, the seer) reassurance.

It's not until you have a check up with Madja that he allows all anxieties subside as she not only confirms that your baby is healthy and has wings but that your womb has accommodated for them.

There's nothing but excitement now and Azriel eases up a bit on his hovering, letting you pick your own herbs and travel among Prythian's forest. Never alone though.

Your relationship with your family has always been a little rocky. You loved your mother and sisters but did not see eye to eye with them on many things...and your dad...well, your dad was hexed into a lizard. But the news of your pregnancy brings you closer to your mother and sisters.

Though your mother gave her approval of Azriel, she is not fully trusting of him, as if she's waiting for him to fuck up and give you a big "I told you so." He's always respectful toward her, even when she keeps nagging at him for a lock of his hair (that you keep reprimanding her for.)

Ever since learning you were carrying his babe, Azriel likes to rest his head on your shoulder or chest while one rests on your stomach. So imagine his delight when you start showing and when he first feels the baby kick, he'd be so happy, it'd bring him to tears because his dream of starting a family with the one he loves is finally coming true. (Like with any acotar male, I also think the sight of your bump would make him feral.)

The inner circle is also so happy for you both. Though your sister told you, you were having a girl, Cassian insists on calling your baby "Azriel Jr" and after she's born, you joke that he manifested it as she takes after Azriel a lot.

Now, here are some HC's of their children <3

Melaina

Melaina's name was inspired by the goddess Melinoe.

Mel inherited her father's shadows. Some of the shadows that had clung to you all throughout your pregnancy remained by her side, multiplying every year. You suspect it has to do with the ritual you performed to ensure a safe birth.

At first, Azriel still had control over them and would use them to keep your daughter safe but given that you and Azriel are really protective over her, the greatest danger Mel ever faced was tripping over one of your rugs.

Az calls Mel "my shadow" since the moment she knew how to crawl, she loved trailing after him like his shadows do.

Once she's older, she gains control over her shadows and since she can sense things that others can't through them, it's no surprise to you that she later becomes a death witch.

Mel's hobbies include reading about poisons, walking her pet scorpion throughout Velaris and crafting dolls from recycled material. She enjoys using her shadows to bring her dolls to "life" and torment her cousins, especially Cassian's twins. When she was young, she'd beg Azriel to play dolls with her.

Mel can be a little menace but despite this, you and Azriel are so endeared by her that she can do no wrong g (though, you both do have your boundaries and when it comes to punishments, it is surprisingly you that has to carry them out)

It's no secret that Azriel isn't fond over his Illyrian heritage but Mel is interested. She asks to train in Windhaven like he had done but it's an immediate no from the both of you. The three of you come to a compromise and allow her to join the little army of Illyrian warriors (that consists of Nyx and Cas's twins.)

When Mel starts school, Azriel goes through it, not wanting to accept that his little girl is growing up. You can read more about it here.

Mel loves going to school but she does run into some trouble with some kids who want to tease her because she’s different (with her shadows, wings and witchy heritage) The mean kids at school realize that they can't go after Nyx or Cas's twins bc they'd lose any fight and seeing as Mel is small and a girl, they underestimate her.

Instead of letting her cousins take care of her troubles with the mean kids at school like they’d be happy to, she does it herself and ends up in the principal’s office often for threatening to hex her classmates.

It’s not until she becomes older and learns some spells/tricks that she actually places hexes on them. No one picks on her bc they learned their lesson but if she saw anyone getting bullied, she’d stand up for them.

When Mel begs Azriel to allow her to become a spy for the Night Court, he denies her, not wanting her to live the same life he does. But on one mission, she follows him and he reluctantly acknowledges her powers and abilities. He also realizes that as much as he can push her away or deny her, she'd find a way to become a spy anyway.

Mel admires her father so much, she wants to be like him.

She meets Eris's son through her job as a spymaster of the Night Court, which causes a bit of chaos amongst the two courts, even more when she starts to fall for him. If you ask her, she'll deny, deny, deny...

Alora

When Azriel's shadows begins to get clingy again (I feel like the mating bond would overwhelm with the urge to protect you and be by your side, therefore his shadows would follow suit), you start to suspect you're pregnant.

As your further along in your pregnancy, you begin to experience some things similar to Mel. With Mel, you were able to understand Az's shadows since that was her power. But with this baby, the further along you get, the more romantic you become.

Your dreams consist of going on multiple dates with Azriel and bringing others together. You often wake up really emotional, crying as to why Azriel hasn't taken you out on a date.

Azriel is a fast learner and increases his romance with you, which sends you over the moon.

Since this baby gave you lots and lots of dreams, you and Azriel decide to name her Alora. Lor for short.

She comes a bit earlier than expected and though it nearly gave Azriel a heart attack, you both like to joke that she was simply too excited to see the world.

Lor does not have wings and takes more after you but has Azriel's hazel eyes. She's so curious about the world.

If we're talking about vibes. Mel gives off Wednesday Addams meets Louise Belcher vibes and Lor gives off Enid Sinclair meets Tina Belcher vibes.

Her hobbies include writing romance novels or in her journal, gazing at the stars with her pet bunny, and giving free tarot readings under the school bleachers.

Lor is very sweet and an empath, always making sure everyone is happy. It's why one year, she insisted you helped her buy Azriel's and Mel's shadows beds so they have a place to sleep in. Once she's of age, she becomes a love witch.

She also might've set your father, who had been hexed into a lizard, free one day...

She can be naive at times, choosing to see the good in everyone.

Mel takes advantage of this and likes to mess with her but the moment someone messes with her little sister, it's over for them. (Since Lor is a love witch, I can see her trying to bring two fae together and it backfires and Mel has to save the day.)

Since Mel and Lor aren't too far apart in age, they were sure a handful growing up. Azriel learned a new type of stress with them. Lots of "Can you tell Mel's shadows to stop breathing in my direction?" "Hey, that's, my shirt! And you turned it pink!" "What did I say about leaving your toads all over the floor??" "May your next crush be as slimy and gross as slugs!"

Lor is the first to catch on to Mel's crush on Eris's son and of course, she wants to meddle. It only stirs up more drama though.

While Mel got sent to the principal's office for hexing her classmates, Lor would get sent there from trying to meddle into her favorite teacher's love life.

As she gets older, she's not really interested in training like Mel was. Yet, Az insists she joins to at least learn self defense. She puts this off as much as she can until, one day, Az drags her to the HOW so she can learn from the Valkyries.

It's there where a pretty Valkyrie catches her eyes and suddenly, Lor is at every training session.

(You can read a bit more about Lor through this one-shot here.)

Dimitri

Not liking even numbers, you ask Azriel for another baby and who is he to deny you?

Other than Azriel's shadows being clingy and overprotective much like their master, the pregnancy is smooth sailing. Nothing seems out of place, neither you or Azriel experience morning sickness.

Since you seem so connected to nature, you suspect this baby will follow into your footsteps. The two of you decide to keep the gender a surprise until birth.

Lor was ecstatic when she found out she was going to have a new sibling and though Mel denied it, she was too. They both hoped for another sister, having had enough of boys with their reckless cousins.

Azriel is also convinced it's a girl, even though his shadows snicker at the thought. But when Madja places a baby boy in his arms, Azriel is shocked to the core.

He's such a girl dad that he doesn't know what to do at first, feeling overwhelmed and underprepared (even though he's such a good dad.)

It's after this birth that your mother finally gives her full trust to Azriel. It's like she senses his slight unease and in a vulnerable moment while Azriel stares at his son, she gives him a pat on the back and praises him for being a good father and mate.

Azriel blinks, thinking he's dreaming. He'd never say it out loud but those words from your mother meant the world to him.

So welcome Dimitri, the "earth lover."

He does have wings and takes more after Azriel in physical appearance but in terms of personality, he takes after you.

He's a heartthrob bc c'mon, he's Azriel's son.

His hobbies include volunteering in the Spring court to help restore parts of the forests (I imagine that must take years to recover from), hiding away from the girls who madly crush at him at school, and training with his father.

While his older sisters would be sent to the principal's office often due to stirring up trouble, he'd be sent to receive awards and for being a good samaritan.

Because he loves nature, he has many pets throughout his youth, his first being two sugar gliders, followed by a toad. I feel like your house is a zoo at times.

Growing up, he liked messing with his sisters and hiding bugs in their backpacks or room. It was hard to mess with Mel due to her shadows but he's smart and quickly learned a way around it.

His little pranks bring Mel and Lor together. They once placed a hex on him, turning his hair pink, after hearing him be a bit cocky of all the girls crushing on him at school. But it backfired because it only made him more "dreamy" to them.

Though he's the youngest, he's very protective of his older sisters. They have a strict policy that they can mess with one another but def have the "the only one who can torture my sibling is me" mindset.

With these three, your house is never quiet and if it is, it is not a good sign. Hexes, spells, insects, galore! It certainly doesn't help when your mother visits, teaching them new curses and rituals.

Though sometimes they make you want to pull your hair out and Azriel's hair turn gray with their shenanigans, you two adore them and wouldn't trade your family for anything else in the world.

Bonus: I was watching Bob's Burgers & Linda gave me such Green Witch reader vibes so here's a link to some HCs based off the show lol.

a/n: hope you enjoyed these! I am not done with writing about Az x Green witch so some of these may turn into fics. I actually got the idea of writing about a love witch when I thought of Lor and that's how the Cas AU came to be.

(I'm already toying with the idea of Lor setting your lizard of a father loose and causing a bit of mayhem.)

series tag list:@fxckmiup, @aria-chikage

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

so gang....there's this historian...who's only had approximately 21 minutes of screentime...

unhinged rambling over a fictional character under the cut

I have always loved ulysses ever since the prologue came out back in december 2022, but after my recent rewatch in preparation for chapter 1 coming out later this year, my interest in his character has sparked into a full-blown hyperfixation??? it feels like ulysses wilhelm was designed specifically for me I'm going to be so honest. like, there's the surface level being that he's a boyfailure twink and that kind of character always seems to attract me, but everything else about his character from his design, his personality, his voice, the little aspects of him like the fact that him specifically noting down classmate birthdays and him updating a common phrase to sound more modern shows a genuine desire to connect with his class despite his clear social ineptitude, and also just...him having knowledge about the internet enough to know about internet arguments despite disliking computers?? silly ass. I've also like, never really seriously headcannoned a character with a mental disorder before, even ones that I have myself, but I am actually being so serious when I say that ulysses is literally just my inattentive adhd manifested into a person. I have not felt so represented in so long, and its by a character who doesn't even canonically have it, and I think its very special and a testament to how talented the writing crew behind p:eg is that they can make me feel that or anything I'm typing in this post despite, again, this character only being on screen for 21 minutes he is literally just me in every single way possible, actually. we literally even have the same birthday. I'm not a supernatural person, but like..I think me saying that this character was made for me might not be hyperbole after all. ...he's also just so fucking cute. Can I say that?? LOOK at this fucker??

his slightly scruffy hair that looks like he just woke up from one of his naps, his small but silly little smile, his dumb eyebags, his fucking VOICE, his lame as fuck sense of humor, his sprites, his dumbass sleepy noises, the fact that he's the shortest out of all the male characters, his everything?? I want to be his friend and listen to him yap about history, and I also want to make out with him sloppy style. I am sleepy all the time but he is sleepier, which means I can spoon him. I'd imagine his lifestyle of constantly being in his office doesnt really lend itself well to him receiving affection. he is probably very touch-starved... what if he encountered my persona. would he initially think the lack of sleep has finally caused him to hallucinate, considering I doubt you see slutty demons with big wings in real life. when he finally realizes that I am actually there, would he be fascinated at the sight of such a nonhuman creature being right in front of him? a new piece of history he has yet to discover? what if we become best friends. what if we become best boyfriends. my brain is moving at 200 miles an hour and I cannot stop it, I need him so fucking bad. if you have read this far, I'm not sorry and I'm not ashamed for my actions. except if you happen to be doctor pap (ulysses' va), in which case I politely ask you that you forget everything I have said today. thanks for reading

[ellouchi]

Jimmy wedding/marriage headcannons (sfw (see disclaimer)/gn)

Disclaimer: abusive and toxic relationship, mentions of physical and sexual assault. Please read this work at your own discretion.

Side notes: OHHH LOOK AT WHAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST YESTERDAY AHAH...hah my bad. So this started out pretty tame, too tame for my liking. I wanted to get more toxic and miserable and finally I managed to write this. I'm very proud of it tbh lol. First part is alright but second part has things mentioned in the disclaimer. As per usual if I made a mistake or forgot to include smth lmk!!

Lighter scenario:

— Jimmy wouldn't bring up marriage, why would he really? Yeah you two may have been a couple for years but this man literally sees no point in marriage. For him, marriage was not about love — it was about benefits. This doesn't mean Jimmy is unable to love, he can, granted in a very convoluted hot and cold way.

— provided your relationship is on the healthier side, if you bring up the topic, initially Jim would genuinely think you were joking. You weren't. You had to repeat yourself for him to finally consider your words, carefully.

— the man was torn: on one hand, of course you would want to marry him, on the other hand, why did you want to marry him? Jimmy will flat out ask a single "why". He expects something pragmatic, realistic but you give him nothing but a look full of love. Because you loved him, wanting to swear to remain by his side for eternity to come. It was corny, Jimmy couldn't understand how you didn't feel an ounce of embarrassment and yet... Jimmy looked away: dammit, how stupid you were. Now his mind was occupied with the thought of you being his spouse. Great....

— Jimmy would settle for a civil marriage, maybe a short trip to a chapel also. You must understand: this man chronically doesn't have money. You will either have a big proper wedding (which is highly unlikely, besides Jimmy doesn't even want it, he just has an idea that that's how it supposed to go), or just your signatures on the marriage contract. If you follow some specific religion pretty serious, he is willing to fulfil all needed procedures, but that's still bare bones.

— the surname thing can go two ways: either Jimmy insists that you take his surname or he takes yours provided he hates his family with burning passion. If your surname carries some status, definitely takes it, like no way he wouldn't. The idea of double surname weirds Jimmy out a bit but he would permit it if you used his surname more often.

— now, the ceremony: Jimmy will rent a rather chic costume. It's probably the first and last time you will see Jim looking so well groomed: his posture upright, hair slicked back and no traces of the stubble you came to adore. He looks like an eye candy, and even though the suit is not to his liking Jimmy felt all smug with the way you fawned.

— the image of you in your attire makes an impression on him too. Jimmy just stares at you shamelessly as always, he's not too generous with praise but his "wow" and a smirk tugging at his lips tells you all you need to know.

— Jimmy would struggle to find a ring for you. He was well aware he had to go to jewelry store, but the mental image of the employees' treatment of him made it excruciatingly hard. After several attempts, he finally found a decent store with an adequate selection of rings. The piece itself didn't have a diamond in it, but Jimmy was very proud of his find.

— no proper wedding didn't mean that there would be no celebrations. Together with none other than Curly you planned a tiny wedding party, Jimmy had already been suspecting that something was in the making. Despite anticipating the surprise, he had to admit he was looking forward to what you two had planned.

— Jimmy doesn't wear his ring, makes excuses like it's too tight or too loose or uncomfortable to wear but in reality he's afraid of losing it one way or another. He has to hide it from himself actually, just in case he was going to do something foolish.

— now that you're officially married, Jimmy will use his newly acquired status to his advantage. Whether it's legal dealings or winning petty confrontations, Jimmy is using you in many ways you aren't even aware of. This man truly felt like a winner after declaring to some jerk that he was your husband, not some random boyfriend.

— Jimmy will keep the little bride and groom statue that has been on the wedding cake, puts it somewhere on the shelf so anyone could see it. "See? That's you and me. Don't forget about it" he would remind you whilst pointing at it like a child.

— this doesn't end here however. Being your husband means having a silver of authority over you, even if you two are on "equal" standing. Gives Jimmy many opportunities to (un)consciously manipulate you or gaslight you into whatever he wants. "Maybe instead of listening to your "friends" you should be listening to your husband", "As your husband, don't I have a say in this situation?" and "Don't forget you choose to marry me, I didn't force you." are the most frequent ones.

— Jimmy still would struggle with the idea that out of all the people, you've chosen to marry him. He didn't have a high standing in society, a respectable job, or best of character he was painfully aware of that, just as you. During those moments of doubts, Jimmy would come over to you and hold you, possessively. You both swore to be with each other forever, there was no going back.

Darker scenario:

— if Jimmy thinks you're better than him, like you being more successful and respectable, he latches onto marriage like a starving wolf. There is no better way of keeping you to himself than marrying you, especially if you show the initiative. This man projects a lot of his insecurities onto you like it's his full time job. This creates constant arguments and fights, threats of divorce and tearful apologies.

— Jimmy wouldn't believe in spousal infidelity (if he does it, naturally). If you remind him he's a married man, who's married to you, Jim will become annoyed, hostile even, and ridicule you for being overly jealous. The whole marriage situation becomes more of ordeal to him than something of use, especially if you put pressure on him "for no reason". Jimmy's attitude will get worse and worse with time, if he previously didn't pull any weights into the your relationship, now he actively sabotages it.

— Jimmy normally doesn't have paranoia but he's very susceptible to it. Marrying him in order to ease his worries, like you leaving him, won't work and would make things worse, so much worse. Precisely because you're his spouse, Jim would monitor or outright stalk you. It will start with checking your phone, any written journals, receipts from purchases and will escalate to him wandering nearby your work and following you when you're out with your friends or family. Even at home, where the two of you live, Jimmy won't take his eyes off from you.

— paranoia with turn into controlling your every move. Jimmy would create some absurd narrative, stemming from his own insecurities no less, and would frequently accuse you of being unfaithful. At some point smiling at your phone becomes something you have to look out for unless you're prepared for a round of questioning. Retaliation would be met with even more aggression: do you think he's blind or stupid?

— since Jimmy is your husband, you must listen and obey him. Doesn't matter if you are too, or if you are the breadwinner, he is in charge of the household (like, the man barely contributes and when he does, likes to exaggurate his input). Jim loves feeling like he is in control so it's easy to stroke his ego simply by complying with whatever he says, but this will also inevitably trap you. From now on, Jimmy will tell you what to like and dislike, how to dress, whom to talk to and how to talk. With no retaliation from your side, he wouldn't be above getting physical with you, with time he would dehumanise you more and more. Yanks, pushes, slaps and finally beats you if you disobey or "act up". And worst of all Jimmy doesn't even register what he's doing to you.

— I'm not going to go into details, but I do want to bring up the fact that Jimmy would think it's okay to have sex with you whenever he wants. He believes that there is no such thing as "rape" in marriage, because why would you marry in the first place? Gropes you and uses dirty talk at semi public spaces and at home all the time, no matter the situation you're in. You're his spouse (property) after all.

— trying to plead to Jimmy's human side would be a futile attempt. He would remember all of your "cheating", your outbursts, cries and hurtful words towards him. Jimmy knows what you're plotting, you are making him furious with you to look like a victim when it's he who is suffering. You should be grateful he's not divorcing you, no one would want such an awful spouse like you.

— final point, the song for this relationship would be Mascara by Deftones (yes I'm a basic bitch)

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

My lord i would give you my firstborn for more Erik content, hes literally my babygirl.

Hello my darling!! I decided to do some cuddling headcannons for you as well as some random tidbit headcannons!!! {it’s extremely unorganized} this can be read as any Erik of your choosing, but some specific phantoms are mentioned once or twice!

I’m not super proud of this, but I felt like I had to feed you guys something.

I am not officially back to my full tumblr writing, but I am hoping to make a steady return! Also, I made a Lerik bot on Character.ai if you guys want me to un-private it and post the link. :)

When you cuddle with Erik, no matter which version, you basically have to plan on taking the first or second half of the day off.

He’s very touch starved, so he doesn’t like letting you go unless he absolutely has to, and even then Erik will probably throw a fit of some kind, too desperate for your touch to even think about how it may affect the rest of his opera house.

He’s not ashamed about voicing his need for you either; if you try to leave, he will drop down to his knees and blubber like a child, begging for you to stay and love on him. If it’s a specific person that is causing you to leave, Erik will threaten to kill them! It doesn’t matter if it is the managers, Meg and Madam Giry, or even Christine (should she stay there after the whole final lair scene and the phantoms activities die down)! It doesn’t matter! They don’t matter! The only thing that matters is you and your love! Erik needs you, (Y/N)! He needs you to love him until he can’t think! For you to cuddle him and kiss him like he’s your beloved pet!

Concerning you being friends with Christine, Erik absolutely despises it! She had already abandoned him for the Vicomte, she can’t take you away from him too! She mustn’t! No, if Christine even tried to advise you away from him, he would make sure she wishes she never approached you!

Please, if he starts on one of his tangents about you leaving him for someone else, make love to him and tell him what a good boy he is. It’s a sure fire way to calm him down, and Erik, even though he is likely significantly older than you, loves being coddled and reassured that you won’t leave him.

you will find that almost all versions of Erik prefer to be held rather than just hold you, with the exception of Cherik. It’s not because they’re selfish! It’s because Erik needs you to hold him in order for things to feel okay, and it feels good that you would hold him of your own free will and kindness. If he was the one completely holding you, he would be worried you didn’t actually want to be close to him!

To expand on that a little more, Cherik is the only phantom that prefers to be the big spoon. All the others want you to press against them from behind and wrap your arms around their waist, pressing kisses into the sensitive skin of their neck. {as mentioned in one of my previous posts, Kerik is a horny bastard and will probably start getting hard if you’re not careful.}

Get them to lay on top of you.

Do it. Well… do it if you can handle them crying from emotional release, anyway.

Laying on top of you will give Erik the feeling of maternal care and nurturing he never received as a child, and it’s bound to make him cry from the sheer love he feels for you and the feeling of love you’re giving him, and even then the abandonment issues and childhood trauma just overflows from him like a fountain of sadness.

For versions of Erik where his deformities are a little more open and wet, like Meriks, you’ll have to reassure him that you don’t mind touching it. That the feeling of his open flesh against your skin doesn’t bother you, and that you’d love to cuddle him regardless.

Phantoms with deformities like Meriks are almost always between a rock and a hard place when it comes to cuddling you because on one hand, they’re worried about you seeing their deformities up close and so they’ll want to lay their bad side on your chest so you can’t see it as well. On the other hand, they’re paranoid about you finding the feeling of their deformities gross against your skin and making you uncomfortable.

It’s a lot to unpack when you cuddle Erik, or even give him attention in general, but you will find that it is well worth the effort. Erik loves you and would burn down the entire world to make you smile, and yet he finds himself feeling he is unworthy of even mere scraps of your attention and love, but you always reassure him otherwise. :)

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Characters w/ black! s/o who’s mad at them

LAW, ZORO, SASUKE, KAKUZU, ARMIN, EREN, ICHIGO, BYAKUYA

contains

__ +18 black coded reader, female reader, nsfw for most, sfw for some, only the Aot men are modern, usage of ‘slut’, Kakuzu uses his tendrils.

__ a/n : Can we talk about how I got so much love from my trafalgar law post? Thank you so much. This is just a small little small headcannon thing.. I needed to write something.. even if it’s shitty lol.

Trafalgar Law is the epitome of ‘get somebody else to do it’. This is only at first when he notices you’re slamming things, rolling your eyes, or sucking your teeth. The surgeon can barely give a damn when you’re acting like this. Most of the time, he knows it’s his fault why you’re acting this way. Law won’t give you any attention until you calm down though.

When you’re finally quiet and shriveled up in a corner with anger looming over you, that’s when he appears. He will be as calm as ever and this will piss you off even more, but alas, Law isn’t dealing with your bratty self anymore.

If this is a public dispute, Law will in fact use his devil fruit to ‘room’ you away from others. There’s just no way he’s going to argue or let you scream at him in public. His eyes would squint at you as if you’re dumb and he’ll grip your chin with his tattooed hand. This of course only gets you to shut up for a little while.

“You are picking at my nerves. Pulling the strings even, and if you do not stop your petty behavior… I will stop it myself.” His voice would be at a low tone, mixed with harsh intent. His eyes would be directly looking into yours. And if his demand did not frighten you in any way, he would then have to resort to getting closer while his thumb slips into your mouth.

Law had never been so sexual before you.. but he knows how much of a slut you are for him. He just knew you’d wrap those glossy lips around his thumb. Not only did it keep you quiet, but it turned him on.. and he’s sure you were just annoyed from him ignoring you… So, his other hand would slip away and down into your bottoms. The only thing he felt was the shameful wetness.

Maybe you were just horny and mad..

“I will not tend to your every little need if you keep acting like this everytime you want to be a little slut..” he says as his fingers slip inside you.

Roronoa Zoro didn’t even know you were mad. Mad at him? For what? The blonde cook was the one that had to flat out tell him that you were angry with him. That’s when Zoro becomes pissed about you even spilling your problems to Sanji. Then, the whole ship has to hear you two verbally brawl.

He’s a petty asshole alright. He’s hidden every bonnet and scarf you’ve ever worn, and to his disbelief, you had one stashed. He’s also the one to cross boundaries and purposefully watch your bonnet fall off your head at night.. and he will not pick it up. He’s just that petty.. But when he finds out why you’re mad, he may stop.

Zoro will end up doing things under your nose. He’ll bring you something at most. He’ll let you sleep with him again.. but the biggest of them all would be how he apologies. It would be murmurs. You wouldn’t even notice he’s trying to say sorry.. The only time he can do it is after he cums in your pussy.

Makeup sex is the way for Zoro. He cannot just verbally say sorry, it doesn’t feel correct.

“..a-ah!… Zoro~… Fuck-.. Fuck-…!” Once you’re creaming all over his cock and he’s digging his cum in you, he will be a panting mess. But yet, his kisses would be planted all on your back and your neck.. up to your ear.

“…I’m fucking sorry…”

Sasuke Uchiha has either left the building or has laid back to watch the show. This man is the most flip flopping character anyone has ever seen. It really depends on the time and day you get angry. There’s the Sasuke who will sit there and watch you with a hard cock, and there’s the Sasuke who will ignore you for the rest of the day until he comes back.

When you’re yelling, cursing and using your hands to talk, Sasuke gets hard. What can I say? He loves strong, determined women. He cannot deal with weak women who stay cooped up in their emotions and never speak up. This is why a black woman is for him. He has a thing for women who speak their mind… and he doesn’t mind saying sorry with his tip kissing your womb.

However, there’s the other side of him that wishes you would shut up for one minute. He knows he’s most likely in the wrong, but hearing you say it and curse him out kind of hurts his pride. He likes to leave home around this type of situation. Does he come back? Yes.. Does he say sorry for leaving? Sorta. He comes back with a gift that’s for sure, but he doesn’t mutter the words ‘I’m sorry’. Not until you’re doing that favorite move on his cock.

If you say sorry for yelling and screaming while bouncing on him.. he’s in heaven.. and it’s not because you apologized.. it’s because he knows you love him just enough to say sorry..

He also knows you’re too stubborn to say that to anyone else.

“Fuck I’m sorry-… I’m sorry Sasuke-… baby…” It literally makes his eyes uncontrollable. His rinnegan stays the same, however his other eye turns that signature red. It’s like he just wanted to see more with his sharingan…. He wanted to see your brown pussy lips even more, and your pink insides..

“Sorry..”

Kakuzu is just that one man that doesn’t care. Really. He had more important things to do. If you’re the type to scream and curse him out while angry, then you’re out of luck. If you are the type that says nothing and presents the silent treatment.. then you may have a chance.

There’s something about the silent treatment that gets Kakuzu’s blood boiling. He cannot stand seeing you avoid him, let alone go running to his partner and talking to that silver haired bastard. Kakuzu cannot stand it. He will constantly give you a harsh glare until you talk to him. But, if you’re consistent and you don’t tend to him at all, he’ll only wrap his tendrils around you.

Doesn’t matter if you’re talking to someone or not, he will wrap them around you and take your bratty ass with him. The second that door slams, you’re all tied with his tendrils and he forces you to tell him what’s your problem.. if it’s someone else.. he’ll deal with it. If it’s something he did.. he’ll only apologize by releasing you and buying you a silky scarf the next day. Hey.. he’ll even eat your pussy for a bonus.

“Oooeh… fuck~…” you purred, curling your toes as those black tendril’s kept your thighs parted. You could see just as well. Kakuzu was slurping every drop of juice that came out of you… and his green irises didn’t fail to stare into your soul while he did it..

“Still pissed off, woman?..”

Armin Arlert will be the one to talk things out with you. There are two men on this list who will, and he’s one of them. He will not force you to do anything, let alone fuck you to tell the truth. The blonde will only watch your anger disperse into thin air after he pampers you with services and material things. He knows you don’t care much for money, but he will buy you whatever you want.

He doesn’t want you pissed off at him forever. That’s what he believes will happen anyways. But, to put things short, he gets you happy faster than the rest. He does this within the hour he sees you mad. If he’s made you mad in some way, shape, or form, he’s going to apologize regardless. Even if it isn’t his fault, he’s spitting out apologies and begging for forgiveness.

He will not go straight to sex, as he believes it will alter the way you two go about things. Instead, after he pampers you in such a manner, he will take you out to dinner and he’ll then.. make passionate love to you.. filled with ‘I love you’.

“Armin-… oh-… right there baby…”

“Right here..? Alright baby I got it.” He softly spoke, his cock rushing through you time and time again. His voice was so soft compared to his hips..

“I love you… I love you so much…”

Eren Yeager. Toxic as hell. We all know this man. The first thing he does when he notices how mad you are is ask you. Yes, he asks you what’s wrong. If you comply and tell him.. it’ll be all dandy.. but if you’re a brat and you say that he should already know what’s wrong, you’re in for it.

This man will not only fuck the truth out of you.. but he will be so rough that you’re seeing stars and you can barely remember what you were even mad for. He cares about your feelings, yes, but the fact is that you were trying to be smart.. so he just fucked the smartness out of you.

Honestly though, after Eren does that and when your brain comes back to life, he will hold you. He won’t leave your side and he’ll even lift you and take you to the bath after a while. No doubt, he has his answer now. He got it while he fucked you silly. If it’s his fault, he’ll actually apologize, however if it’s someone else’s fault… he’s gonna grab his glocky and that’s that.

Long story short.. he’s trying to do better about that..

“Don’t try to hide anything from me.. I just don’t like that shit…”

“Okay.. so that means fuck me and make me mess up the sheets..?”

“Well.. Nah…. I just don’t like that smartass attitude, baby. Now cmere’ I gotta fix that” Eren says as he points to your lifting lace front.

Ichigo Kurosaki will only make the situation worse before it gets better. However, this isn’t such a bad thing. His brain can only comprehend women a little. He doesn’t understand why you’re even mad. He’ll have to get a lesson from Kisuke, that's for sure. The lesson being, women are always right.. which isn’t true at all, but it’s a known motto. Ichigo will try to stand by it..

But he’s Ichigo.

The argument between you two will go on for less than an hour before you're laughing and he’s laughing non stop. Either you two saw someone fall, or you ended up watching something that was entirely too funny to not laugh. Not only that, but you two are straight back to holding each other close.

Ichigo is always so tired from dealing with the soul society, so you naturally understand he comes and goes. But, he does say sorry eventually.. with a letter. He cannot verbally say it because he’s a secret tsundere and will blush like hell is on earth.

‘ I’m sorry for being a bastard. I love you.’

Byakuya Kuchiki, the other man who will talk things out. He’s not dumb whatsoever, and frankly, he knows you’re mad just from the way you hold a glass or the way you move your lips. He’s very attentive and cannot miss a beat with you. Another main, obvious example would be when you are doing your hair and you get frustrated too quickly.

The way of approaching you would be quite formal. He’ll ask pretty quick. He won’t hold back, and he prefers you don’t either. He’s such a good man that you’ll most likely be spilling out what’s wrong. Once he knows, he’ll immediately try to fix said problem, it’ll be easier if it’s because of him… However, if it’s because of someone else, they better run like hell.

Byakuya may be pissed at himself if it was him, but someone else??? Not only will he have a long talk with you, but it’ll also be a long talk with that other person.. and you are also tagging along. He doesn’t like when you’re mad, simply because it interrupts the peace and he wants you happy. He’s the dull one here.. he doesn’t need you to be the same.

After correcting said situation, Byakuya would have a meal ready for the both of you.. and he will make sure to pamper you in a bathtub.. he’s also the king of kissing hands.

“I’d love it if you kept that gorgeous smile on your face. Don’t let anyone take that away, not even me.”

ⓒ Monstas1ut (do not copy)

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begging for a river cartwright bf headcannons🙏🙏

River Cartwright as a boyfriend

I am so sorry this took my ages, darling 😓 Uni and family stuff made complicated to post for the last months. But now that I am back there is nothing that can stop from writing something for one of my fave losers (affectionately). Without further ado, let's go! 🫶🏼

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Okay, this man lives for his shitty job. He hates Lamb and the Slough House with all his heart, yet he would never leave it for anything in this world as he needs them to get his career back on the right path and secretly cares about his co-workers there. Being a spy is literally in his DNA and through the seasons we learn that he is indeed a workaholic. With that being told opportunities to date are few, he does not have the time or the interest to look for a partner rn

So that the situation would be that you both met at Slough House where you ended because you fucked it up and were forced to share office with him. Reluctantly you had to adapt to each other. First of all, you thought you had few things in common: being in a place neither of you wanted and feeling like completely losers. But in a job like that with little to no ways to lose time one afternoon you started to chat in hopes that the hours would run faster. To your surprise they did

First weeks were not much different from the usual, tired “Good Morning” 's and “Goodbye” 's which weren’t good at all, exchanging papers, offering to make a cup of coffee for other when needed… Yeah, he did not give much of thought to your bond. There was no need, you were another co-worker. One much less annoying than Roddy, and in fact prettier and kinder than Shirley. But a co-worker nevertheless

Under that annoyed and tired facade, River is quite nice. Pretty intelligent and can keep a sarcastic banter although impatient and impulsive as you later found out in a mission you worked together. In so told mission you ran into Duffy and his dogs, which left River with a bloodied nose, a purple eye, and nasty cuts. He claimed to be fine and able to handle them on his own but as he nearly fell on the floor while trying to stand up you insisted on helping him

And there you were, with him sitting on your desk hissing like a kid being scolded for scratching his knee and you patching him up. Between "I told you we should have asked Shirley to back-up up", "I said we did not have time to wait for here" and other various reproaches you found his gaze casually drifting to your lips too many times to keep playing obvious. So, you went for it. Soft at first, slightly hesitant he thought, before parting away scared you had messed up again

Your doubts were quickly erased by a smirk and his response, more needy and equally sweet, that soon followed after. It was like walking on a tightrope, the thrill of it but also the feeling in your gut that you could fall in any given moment. It felt good… the best, whether it was because he hadn’t kissed someone for longer that he would like to admit or because he truly liked you was a question for another night. At that moment he did not need answers, but somebody to hold and feel alive once again. A night to forget all his past mistakes. So, he lost himself on your touch and your care

-But this is River Cartwright who we are talking about. He would rather get stabbed (again) than talking with his feelings to anyone. The following days and weeks he acts like nothing has happened and you are too proud and hurt to bring it up. It takes another case, and a bullet nearly ending with your life for him to gather the courage to be honest with himself. He is not good with words, so he does not say anything, just holds your hand in the hospital’s bed while trying to plan how to proceed

However, after nights of losing sleep when you finally wake up all intentions fade to nothing. Instead, he wraps his arms around your neck and whispers softly but seriously “Don’t you ever scare me like that again” You can’t help smiling and the moment he parts away realizing the rush of his actions you feel his gaze on your lips. A nod is the only confirmation he needs before making the move for you to forgive him

Let’s be honest, he is not the most “boyfriend material�� person you have met. Reckless, stubborn, impulsive… But also, caring and sweet when he wants to so he makes up for it. His love language is probably acts of service and quality time, but he won’t say no to a couple of hugs and kisses (his childhood made him kind of touch starved)

 Your work does not give you much spare time, but he swears he will redeem himself once you are both out of that hell hole giving you the life and treatment you deserve. Meanwhile you are just happy to clean him up after he returns mostly safe and sound from mission and to have him snoring on your bed because that means he actually trusts you enough to rest by your side

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Christmas in Diamond City

Chapter 1: Synths are not made for winter

Summery: This is a story about the two sides of winter people. The ones who hated it and the ones who love it. And guess what, these two became pretty good friends beforehand, but can the winter lover bring some christmas sprit to her grinch friend?

Note: This is my first real work and a test for later. I try to get into writing and publishing my writing. I wrote a lot over the past 4 years but never come to post something of it. So have fun with this little holiday special. It starts slightly angsty but it will get fluffy at the end. I put in the beginning some headcannons I have for Nick.

Wordcount: 829

Nick Valentine hated winter. Hate is even for him a strong word but the coldest time of the year didn´t do something good to him at all. It already starts in autumn, when the leaves started to fall and the humidity gets unbearable high. He always needed to be careful that his unprotected hand didn´t rust away, but especially in the wet days of fall, the humidity crept into his core like cold crept into bones. He felt like, he was corroding from the inside.

But that wasn´t the worst of this time. Nick needed to change his coolant twice a year. When the days became colder, he needed one with anti-freeze in it, which was thicker and his pumps had more work to do to keep it circulating if needed. The process of exchanging was humiliating, too. He needed half a day, just sitting there and waiting until the old coolant was out and the new coolant with the anti-freeze got pumped in. Just sitting with an open chest and waiting. Nick tried to distract himself from the terrible feeling he always got in the process by reading. He read a book or went through some case files. Besides him was always a cigarette burning. Sometimes, he put it to his lips. This old habit from his former self was soothing somehow, even if he didn´t get something out of it physically. Until the new coolant was finally in him, he emptied a whole package. Fortunately, cigarettes was still as common to find as NukaCola.

He cannot bear company during this time. Ellie sometimes helped with the tubing, but he didn´t want to bother her too much with it. He didn´t want her to saw him so vulnerable. Heck, he only can bear to be seen like this by people he really can trust, which was Ellie, Nora by now and his first mechanic, he didn´t know his name anymore. He did many of his repairs by himself most of the time, but sometimes he just needed a helping hand.

But the coolant wasn´t his only issue in the winter. His joints got stiff in the cold and exchanging the lubricant was a far more difficult tasked, so he often stayed inside when the weather got too extreme, which wasn´t always possible. Nick had been once surprised by a snowstorm, which were pretty rare after the bombs and even more unpredictable. It had frozen him to one place. As a human, he probably would had been dead, but he wasn´t keen on waiting until summer to be finally able to move, again either. But he had been lucky. He was found by a caravan who he had helped out once. They had warmed him up and escorted him back to diamond city. This winter he found enough excuses to not leaving his agency or at least DC.

And last but not least, he was haunted by memories, which wasn´t his own. Prewar Nick Valentine loved winter and especially Christmas. The lights, the smells, the food. And he had loved it because Jenny had loved it. She had decorated the house, cooked and baked the most delicious food. What would he do to properly taste food, again. The institute messed up his taste buds, but hey at least he got some. Even if food hadn´t a big effect on him physically like smoking. The food just got combusted and produced some heat, but that´s all. And through his messed up taste buds, it even didn´t taste good. Sometimes, Nick´s memories made it better, remembering the taste, but nether the less, he didn´t enjoy eating anymore. Food was also a rare resource and the people of the Commonwealth need it more than him.

Nick shook his head to dispel the memories, which stung in his chest. Maybe it was his pumps fighting with the thicker coolant. He thought, after killing Eddie Winters, Nick Valentine was finally gone, but his memories were still there. He still lives in him with all his good and bad times. But especially the good times were the ones hurting the most. The memories of Nick´s fiance smile, even if it became indistinct.

The good thing was, the people of the Commonwealth didn´t know the traditions anymore. They had other problems to deal with than buying expensive presents and decorating a way too big tree. So, this memories weren´t directly triggered around every corner. Maybe it would had been something else, if the bombs dropped two month later. He only was reminded of Halloween here and there, which was kinda ironic in a post apocalyptic world. And in all his years around the Commonwealth, he only saw two or three times really snow, which he wasn´t mad about.

Nick was pulled out of his thoughts when his door opens. Still sitting there with an open chest.

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treasure reaction :: when their crush kisses them randomly!

pairing. ot12 idol!treasure x reader genre. tooth-rotting fluff and that's it word count. 6.3k a/n. i had gotten a request for this on my previous blog and had only posted the hyung and middle line parts, so this is a repost with the maknae line included as well <3 i had so much fun writing this and i can't wait to write more fluffy headcannons like this in the future.. also some of these are wayyy longer than others don't mind me i got carried away lmao and if u read one of these and think it'd be a good long fic then let me know i'd be more happy to write them out in more detail ok hehe enjoy and don't forget to reblog and lmk what u think please !!!!! xxxx

HYUNSUK. whenever you were around, this man became even more of a giggly mess than he already was. you’d clicked as soon as you’d met and lately, you’d been hanging out more and more, never getting bored of each other but not quite ready to put a label on your relationship just yet. this particular day, you were hanging out at his studio - his flattering excuse to hang out had been that he needed inspiration for his next song and your presence would give him just that. he’d been working on his song for about five minutes when he turned to you, saying he was unable to concentrate with you around. clearly, he hadn’t tried to keep the charade up for long. you told him you’d try to be as undistracting as possible but he shook his head and said he wanted to spend time with you anyway. and that’s how you found yourself engaged in an aegyo battle with hyunsuk, the goal being to make the other cringe as much as possible. you realized right there how whipped you must’ve been for him, considering his aegyo didn’t make you cringe at all, but rather made him all the more endearing to you. so much adoration for him washed over you that, without thinking, you placed your palms on the sides of his face and pressed a kiss to the top of nose. you quickly pulled away, both of your faces turning a deep shade of red as realization of what you’d just done dawned on you. after three seconds of looking stunned, he fell into an umpteenth burst of giggles and asked with a grin, “what was that, y/n?”. you hid your face in your hands and mumbled that it was nothing. “just ignore it,” you said. “i don’t think i want to ignore it,” he said, a smile still playing on his lips, but the lightheartedness of his tone did nothing to hide the meaning behind his words. you felt your breath hitch in your throat as his eyes drifted down from your eyes to your lips, and this, ladies, gentlemen and non-binaries, is how you had your first kiss with choi hyunsuk.

JIHOON. treasure finally had a day off and jihoon had insisted on taking you out for a shopping date. (when he’d called it that, his usual confident facade had crumbled just a bit and his cheeks had reddened as he finally fully admitted to his intentions with you.) you’d told him to spend the day relaxing at the dorms or with his family, but he’d been adamant on taking you out, promising he’d pay for everything and anything you wanted as a thank you for waiting so long to hang out with him. he took you to a shopping mall in the fancy part of seoul and you had one of the best lunches of your life there - you weren’t sure if the food was just that amazing, or if it was because the boy you were with made everything a thousand times better. after that, you’d strolled from boutique to boutique, you too shy to ask for anything, but him making up for that by constantly handing you a bunch of clothes for you to try on. you grew more and more confident as you tried more outfits on, pretending the changing rooms were your personal runway as jihoon clapped for the outfits he particularly liked - although he found you so pretty, you could wear the most disgusting piece of clothing on earth, he’d still think you were incredibly beautiful. by the end of the day, you had a wardrobe full of new amazing outfits, and you wondered how jihoon still had a cent left in his bank account. you insisted on paying for coffee as if that changed anything, and he’d said it wasn’t necessary but he found it endearing how resolute you were about getting him that latte. as you waited in line to order, you noticed how he was carrying all of your bags without a single complaint, and you were just so grateful for him in that moment that you leaned in and pressed a peck to his cheek, muttering a small ‘thank you’ as you pulled away. as soon as he’d felt your lips, his heart had started beating like crazy, but he didn’t want to lose his cool in front of you so he simply looked down at you and said, “i should take you out more often if this is how you’ll thank me.” let’s just say you went on many, many more dates after that.

YOSHI. after not seeing you for a few weeks, yoshi missed you more than he wanted to admit (even though he’d tell anyone who’d listen just how much he missed you). you knew he was busy with comeback preparations and told him you could wait, but one afternoon, he decided to sneak out of practice, knowing he’d get told off by his leaders and managers but missing you too much to care. he made sure you were actually free that day and told you to meet at your favorite hang-out spot, an underground arcade and food court. his heart was pounding at the idea of seeing you again after such a long time, and when his eyes finally found you, arms crossed as you waited for him at the entrance of the building, a huge grin spread onto his face. you could tell something was different by the way he hugged you when he got to your level - the hug was a bit longer, a bit tighter than usual, and you felt your heart swell when you realized that maybe, just maybe, he liked you the same way you liked him. you pulled away after a few seconds, his arms still around you as you smiled at each other. you did all the things you usually did: compete on the dance game machines (he always won) and on the car racing machines (you always won), then tried to win the other a stuffed toy from the claw machines (neither of you ever did), then ate an unhealthy amount of french fries as you sipped on a strawberry milkshake and he on a vanilla one, even though you always stole a bit from each other, and both ended up with a strawberry-vanilla shake. everything you did was the same as usual - but it felt different. his eyes lingered on your face, his hands found a way to sneak themselves around your waist. when you decided to take a few pictures at the photobooth, he insisted that you sit on his lap rather than side by side like usual, and you did, wrapping your arms around his neck as he held you firmly by the waist. after two shots, you decided to take your courage in your hands and finally do something about this tension between the two of you, so you leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek. but he must’ve felt your stare on him, so just as you leaned in close to him, he turned his face, and your lips ended up on his. you both pulled away at the same time, the photobooth taking a picture of your stunned expressions. however, his shock quickly turned into giddiness as he added another coin to start the booth again, and just as the lights went off, he kissed you on the lips, on purpose this time. “that way, we have pictures of our last seconds as friends and of our first seconds as a couple,” he’d explained afterwards.

YOSHI. after not seeing you for a few weeks, yoshi missed you more than he wanted to admit (even though he’d tell anyone who’d listen just how much he missed you). you knew he was busy with comeback preparations and told him you could wait, but one afternoon, he decided to sneak out of practice, knowing he’d get told off by his leaders and managers but missing you too much to care. he made sure you were actually free that day and told you to meet at your favorite hang-out spot, an underground arcade and food court. his heart was pounding at the idea of seeing you again after such a long time, and when his eyes finally found you, arms crossed as you waited for him at the entrance of the building, a huge grin spread onto his face. you could tell something was different by the way he hugged you when he got to your level - the hug was a bit longer, a bit tighter than usual, and you felt your heart swell when you realized that maybe, just maybe, he liked you the same way you liked him. you pulled away after a few seconds, his arms still around you as you smiled at each other. you did all the things you usually did: compete on the dance game machines (he always won) and on the car racing machines (you always won), then tried to win the other a stuffed toy from the claw machines (neither of you ever did), then ate an unhealthy amount of french fries as you sipped on a strawberry milkshake and he on a vanilla one, even though you always stole a bit from each other, and both ended up with a strawberry-vanilla shake. everything you did was the same as usual - but it felt different. his eyes lingered on your face, his hands found a way to sneak themselves around your waist. when you decided to take a few pictures at the photobooth, he insisted that you sit on his lap rather than side by side like usual, and you did, wrapping your arms around his neck as he held you firmly by the waist. after two shots, you decided to take your courage in your hands and finally do something about this tension between the two of you, so you leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek. but he must’ve felt your stare on him, so just as you leaned in close to him, he turned his face, and your lips ended up on his. you both pulled away at the same time, the photobooth taking a picture of your stunned expressions. however, his shock quickly turned into giddiness as he added another coin to start the booth again, and just as the lights went off, he kissed you on the lips, on purpose this time. “that way, we have pictures of our last seconds as friends and of our first seconds as a couple,” he’d explained afterwards.

JUNKYU. this was another normal day for you and your best friend: just hanging out on his bed, laying in increasingly random but comfortable positions, stalking your old classmates on facebook or watching niche asmr videos for hours and ordering your comfort food when your stomach growls became too loud and painful to ignore. this time, you were separately scrolling through tiktok, only ever talking to show the other something you think they’d like. you stumbled upon a new trend, one where two friends sat together and the one making the tiktok kissed their friend when certain lyrics of the song played, hoping they will kiss them back. you glanced at junkyu - maybe he didn’t know the trend, because the sound coming from your phone hadn’t seemed to catch his attention. it painfully reminded you of just how much you’d been wanting to kiss your best friend immediately. how could you not when he was so adorable? wiping the corner of your lips when you ate messily, the way he laughed when you made stupid jokes, his warm hugs whenever you had to go home; it all made you fall more and more for him, but like any person with feelings for their best friend, you knew it was risky to admit them to him. so you stayed quiet - until that day, at least. you thought, “if he doesn’t want to kiss me, at least i can play it off as doing the trend.” so you sat up and asked him to do the same, sitting at the edge of the bed together. you prompted your phone on one of his shelves, making sure the audio and video were cropped right before you pressed play and ignoring him as he bugged you with questions. “you’ll see, just sit there and uh… listen to the audio. listen carefully, okay?” you instructed quietly. he obediently did as told, an excited expression on his face. when he realized he knew this song and what lyrics came next, a huge grin spread onto his lips, and before he knew it, you were leaning in and kissing him. neither of you knew that the other had been waiting for this exact moment, but he kissed you back instantly, even pulling you back in when you started leaning away and smiling into the whole kiss, the tiktok long forgotten as the music played over and over in the background. long story short, this was how make-out sessions became a thing when you and junkyu, your best-friend-turned-boyfriend, hung out.

MASHIHO. finally back home in japan for a month-long break, mashiho was planning on spending as much time with his family and his friend group from high school, which you just so happened to be in. once upon a time, you and mashiho had been very close. it was very obvious to all of your friends that you liked each other, but neither of you had dared to make a move, scared of damaging your friendship, and before you could gather the courage to confess your feelings, he had been whisked away to south korea to finish his training and debut as a member of treasure. this was the first time you saw him in real life and not on a screen in almost two years, but it only took a couple of days for your feelings to come back as if they had never disappeared in the first place - which they probably hadn’t, anyway. it’d been a week since he’d come back, and you were all hanging out at the basketball court of your old high school at 10 pm after having gone out for dinner. most were playing a game of basketball but you and two of your other friends had decided to hang back, saying you’d eaten too much to move around when you really just couldn’t be asked. mashiho, who was used to destroying absolutely everyone on the court, was of course surprised when his friends were able to stop some of his attacks and shoot perfectly even from afar. they took a small break and you told him how they’d practiced during his absence so that they could finally play an actual game against him without being ridiculed. the smirk on mashiho’s face as he said, “alright then, bring it on,” was very unhealthy for your poor heart who started beating a thousand times a minute, the simple action launching a horde of butterflies in your stomach. you watched the game, and more precisely him, with a lot more attention after that, shouting his name for encouragement and clapping when his team won a point. when he winked and waved at you after landing a shot, you really felt like the girlfriend of an american athlete at one of his college games, and you liked that feeling a little too much. you were so invested in this game that when his team finally won, practically all thanks to him, the adrenaline made you jump up from your seat on the ground to run over to him and press a congratulatory kiss to his cheek. this already made everyone cheer louder than the game did, so imagine just how loud your friends were when mashiho, shaking off his surprise, grinned wider, took you by the waist, and kissed you on the lips. 

JAEHYUK. similarly to junkyu, i imagine jaehyuk as being a besties before lovers type of guy, except that he really treats you like his girlfriend but just doesn’t have the guts to actually call you that. he always takes you on ‘hangouts’ that are more like dates, facetimes you at random hours of the day and night, calls you pretty whether you’re dressed up or not; he just does everything right, basically. everything but one thing, which is to make things official, and you’d be lying if you said his behavior didn’t worry a little bit. you’d heard too many stories of girls being led on by their friends who act like boyfriends without the label and then turn around and make her think she’s delusional when she asks them about it. you really doubted jaehyuk could act like that, and in your head the worst-case scenario was that he was just oblivious to what he was doing and thought it normal, even though his friends always told you it was as clear as a sunny day he liked you and was just too scared to make the final move. this was why you had made up your mind that on your next date-like meeting with him, you’d finally gather enough courage for the both of you and act on your feelings, whether that meant straight-up confessing or doing something that couldn’t be seen as ambiguous in terms of where you two stood. it hadn’t even been a couple days since you’d taken this decision when he called you, asking if you were free next sunday, his nearest day off. as always, everything went perfectly, from his compliment on your new outfit, to the diner he’d picked out, to the way he made you laugh and your heart skip a beat. jaehyuk, however, wasn’t the type to flirt just to make you happy, but also so he could hear it back, and so he always found ways to make you compliment him as well - the fun part was to tease him and pretend you hadn’t noticed his new haircut or that you didn’t like his outfit that much just to see him pout and then grin widely when you said you were joking and that, yes, he looked very handsome. “oh yeah? so handsome that you wanna kiss me, i bet?” - this was another one of his favorite lines. you usually dismissed him with a roll of your eyes and told him to shut up, but today, you stayed quiet, thinking this might be your chance. he took your silence as flusteredness and added, “oh my god, you totally wanna kiss m-”, but you effectively interrupted him with a quick peck on the lips, shutting him up for good as you leaned back in your seat and continued eating as if nothing happened. he stared at you blankly, mouth slightly open, and touched his fingers to his lips like the female lead in a kdrama. without a word, he leaned in as you did seconds prior and pecked you just as quickly as you had, making you the shocked one this time. “if you get to do it, i get to do it too,” he said, pouting down at his food. when your gazes found each other, you burst into giggles, and after you calmed down, he very cutely threatened “just wait until it’s the two of us. i’ll show you what a real kiss is.” let’s just say that from that day on, there was no hesitation as to whether you two were just friends or dating (hint: it’s the latter). 

ASAHI. no matter how much he liked you, asahi had a tendency to get very immersed into whatever he was doing at the moment and sort of forget about your presence in the room. in his own somewhat awkward words, he’d tried to reassure you that it was just because he felt extremely comfortable around you and didn’t feel the need to keep you entertained, that he was happy when you just chilled together, each of you simply doing their own thing. you were usually fine with it too, happy to just be with him, but this one day, you’d gone over to hang out at his dorm so you could spend actual time chatting and hanging out with him, not just scrolling through social media while he worked on his latest painting. you’d whined about it when he started painting but he told you he’d be done in ten minutes. ten minutes passed, then another ten, and another ten. you’d call out to him every now and then but he’d always repeat the same thing - “i’ll be done soon.” your complaints barely reached his ears, your whines earned a mere chuckle, so when you’d had enough, you’d gotten up and said, “fine, guess i’ll just go hang out with jaehyuk then,” sure that that would get his attention. but he just replied with an unbothered, “sure, he’s probably in the kitchen.” you scoffed at his nonchalance, and decided desperate times called for desperate measures, so you stomped over to where he was sitting and pressed an aggressive kiss on his cheek. this finally got his attention and when he looked at you with a stunned expression, you were scared you’d completely overstepped your boundaries - it wasn’t like you two were actually dating, even though every member and their mom were telling you to. but his face immediately softened as he took in your small frown and pout, realizing he’d been very negligent of you. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you. let’s hang out now.” his words already warmed your heart, but when you saw he’d been drawing a picture of you from when you had gone to a park together, you thought you couldn’t get more in love with him. later on, he teased you about your method of getting his attention, but he definitely didn’t complain when you did it again, practically lending you his cheek (because he was too shy to give you his lips) for you to peck. 

YEDAM. you realized that bang yedam liked to show off, just a little bit, when he invited you to watch practice at his company building for the fifth time. he liked impressing you with the new intense choreography they’d just learned or with his angelic vocals that never failed to make goosebumps appear on your skin. the members teased him about having ten times more energy when you were around, but your smile and claps as you watched him and the praises you gave him afterwards made it all worth it. he’d liked you since he met you at school - you still remember his trembling hands and his deep blush as he asked you if you wanted to come to his practice for the first time - but seeing you getting along with his members, learning the dance from mashiho, copying hyunsuk’s rap and laughing at asahi’s and jeongwoo’s antics, it all made him like you even more; you fit right in. he asked them what to do about these feelings, and they all advised him that next time he asked you out, it should be just the two of you. yoshi, in all his wisdom, told him that having you over at the company like he usually did was a good idea because it was familiar and comfortable, but that it could be at a time where he practiced individually. doyoung added that he should sing a love song as way of confessing, and everybody groaned at the cheesy idea, but yedam, for some reason, thought it was the greatest, most romantic thing ever and thanked his friend, thumb on his phone already pressing your contact, ready to call and ask you out. you said yes immediately, heart pounding at the idea of it finally being just you two after months of hanging out in groups, whether that was with your friends at school or with his members during practice. when you got there, you talked for a bit, the electric tension in the air making you both feel giddy. he warmed up before he got the song ready and told you to “listen to the lyrics carefully” with a very pointed look. you couldn’t contain your smile as you nodded, excited for whatever he had planned. lo and behold, you had the honor of not only being the first to hear the piano, demo, yedam solo version of the one and only darari, but also of being the inspiration behind the song. when it was over, yedam turned to you with a sheepish smile, asking “did you like it?” and being answered with a chaste kiss to his lips. his hands found your waist as if by instinct and, as he looked up at you with wide eyes and you looked down at him with a huge grin, you replied, “i loved it.”

DOYOUNG. nobody will ever convince me that doyoung doesn’t give the biggest university campus hearthrob vibes. i know this whole post was idol!treasure but just for him i’m gonna make an exception cause… yeah. doyoung is that guy in your really boring class that you only go to because he’s there, even though you never speak to him. all you’ve done is gaze longingly at him and look away abruptly when he catches you staring, so you’re sure he must think you’re crazy until one day when your professor announces a group project in pairs and doyoung swings around on his chair, looking right at you and smiling as if you were friends that already knew they’d partner up. you look around and behind you, trying to see if his smile is actually directed at someone else, but everyone’s already speaking to their partner. when your eyes find doyoung again, he’s already walking towards you, grabbing the empty chair beside you and plopping himself down on it. “wanna do this together?” his smile is blinding and all you can do is nod slowly and mumble out “s-sure.” and that’s how you become friends with doyoung, and how your infatuation with him turns into an ever-growing crush. working on a project together leads to meeting at the library for study dates, leads to taking coffee then lunch breaks, leads to texting random things during the day, leads to inviting each other to parties, leads to hanging out outside of school when the project is over, leads to you being head over heels for him. it doesn’t help that along with being ridiculously handsome, doyoung also happens to be a gentleman who knows your coffee order by heart, is easy to work with, makes you laugh, and flirts with you shamelessly. you’d like to say that after a few weeks, comments such as “you look pretty today, y/n” don’t affect you or that you don’t feel anything when he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, but that would be the world’s biggest lie. the fated kiss happens at half past midnight on a tuesday during exam season. there was an essay you had completely forgotten about, and you only had twenty hours to do all the reading, come up with a topic, and write it out - the professor didn’t accept extensions, because they were evil. you had briefly told doyoung about this, but you just thought he’d send you a sweet text of support - not that he’d show up at the library, two cups of coffee in hand. “here, they’re both for you. motivation and comfort,” he grinned, placing them on the corner of your table. “oh my god, doyoung, i could kiss you right now,” you breathed, heading straight for your first cup. you almost spat out the coffee when he replied, “then do it.” you don’t know if it was the deliriousness of having been awake for such a long time, or if it was the adrenaline of having to finish an assignment on time, or the fact that he still managed to look good at midnight under the bright yellow fluorescent lights of the library, but you did it. you stood up and pressed your lips firmly against his for a few seconds before pulling away and returning to your essay. your cheeks were burning and you were too shy to look back at him, the realization of what you had just done hitting you. “y/n?” “yeah?” “is that it?” you can feel his gaze burning holes through your head, but still you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes.”i don’t have time right now. sorry.” a beat passes and you pretend to read a paper, but none of the words on your screen passes. “then will you come to my dorm when you’re done?” another beat. “yeah. okay.” “okay.” he kisses the top of your head and whispers ‘good luck,’ and your cheeks manage to burn even more. you think you might combust right then and there, but at least you have an even better incentive than a good grade to finish this assignment. ok now who would read this if i turned it into a full fic…

HARUTO. the gods of love and fanfiction were on your side when they made you besties with haruto’s sister. he was back in japan for his break, and on his second day home, his sister asked if you could come over for dinner. you usually saw each other every day, if not at school then at each other’s houses or in town, but that hadn’t been possible the day before since it was her brother’s arrival, and she was already having withdrawal symptoms. their parents gladly agreed - you were like a second daughter to them at this point, much like your friend was to you parents. he hadn’t really thought twice about it at first; he remembered you as his sister’s shy friend that smiled a lot but didn’t talk very much. well, you still smiled a lot but were more talkative now; and either you had changed immensely in the year since he’d seen you last, or he just didn’t have that good of a memory, because when he saw you again, he himself grew shy because of how pretty he found you. his cheeks reddened when his parents coddled him or bragged about his achievements, his head hung low in embarrassment when usually he’d have welcomed the compliments with open arms. “gosh, you need to eat more, son! it’s like they don’t feed you over there,” his mom grumbled, scooping a huge portion of rice in his bowl. he wanted to dig a hole in the ground when you giggled at his mom’s antics. he grew more and more comfortable around you as time passed, considering you were over at their house at least three times a week, but he still found himself unable to get a full sentence out while looking you in the eyes. the way he was around you was so different from his usual personality that it was obvious to everyone that he had a crush on you. you found him extremely endearing, but knew there was no point trying to pursue what might be there, since he’d have to leave soon. it was only on his last night home that you gathered enough courage for the both of you. it was late in the night and you were sleeping over at your best friend’s house, but the coffee you had stupidly had at 6pm was keeping you awake. quietly, you walked out of your friend’s bedroom and into the kitchen to get a glass of water, but sound from the living room distracted you. you took a peak in and found haruto on the couch, watching an action anime. he almost had a heart attack when you called out his name, not expecting anyone to be up at this time. “what are you still doing up? shouldn’t you be getting some sleep before you leave?” you asked, sitting down next to him on the couch. if you couldn’t sleep, might as well stay here. “i can never sleep before i go back to korea. i love being there but i just… i hate waking up and knowing today’s the day i leave home.” it surprises him how easily the truth comes out, but it feels nice to put it out there - he doesn’t want to cause his parents sorrow by telling them how much he wants to stay even though he can’t. “you want to make it feel like your time here is longer or something? so you stay up…” you say, looking at the bright colors of the tv. “pretty much, yeah.” you ask him what anime he’s watching and scooch closer to him, letting a comfortable silence fall between you after he’s answered, the only sound in the room coming from the tv. after a couple of episodes, you feel sleep wash over you, and stretch your arms, letting a big yawn out. “going to bed?” haruto asks, pausing when the next episode starts to play, and you nod. “you know, ruto,” you start, and his heart skips a beat at the familiar nickname - it’s a lot nicer when you say it rather than his mom. “it’s normal to feel sad when you leave home. but it’ll still be here, waiting for you to come back.” you smile at him. “i’ll be here too.” you get up, but before you leave the room, you turn back towards you, and lean down to press a soft kiss to his nose, a feature of his you’d always secretly loved. you grin as you watch his face break into surprise, and wish him goodnight, chuckling. “g-goodnight, y/n.”

JEONGWOO. as soon as he’d stepped into the classroom on the first day back to school and saw you there, jeongwoo knew he’d have the fattest crush on you. your carefree laughter as you talked with your friends, the glint in your eyes, the sound of your voice. he liked everything about you immediately, and that feeling only grew as time passed, even though you’d never had a proper conversation. always the class clown despite his idol status, he never failed to bring attention to himself with his funny comments and reactions, yet somehow managed to stay likable and not become that obnoxious guy who doesn’t know yet to stop. but when he was with you, he grew quiet. if you were on the same group, he’d barely look at you, only talking to you when absolutely needed. naturally, you thought he hated you. but when he found out you lived in the same neighborhood as his dorm, he’d shyly asked his manager if he could walk home from school once in a while rather than be driven home, and then he’d shyly asked you if you guys could walk home together, taking you by surprise. rare were the days he actually got out of school at a normal time, but when he did, he always waited outside the classroom door for you, earning him a few whoops from his friends and hushed giggles from yours. the first few times, he stayed pretty quiet, and you almost wondered why he’d asked you in the first place. but soon enough, his more playful side, the one you’d see at school or on t-map episodes (although he didn’t need to know you watched those), started to come out, and he’d talk with you about anything between the earth and the sun. you found yourself agreeing on the same crazy things, making up insane conspiracy theories, going back and forth on a topic no sane human would talk about and each sentence you uttered only adding to the craziness, both of you egging the other on and nodding as if you had unearthed the planet’s wildest truths. when you got to your house, you were so high on the incredible things you and jeongwoo had discovered that you pressed a quick peck to his cheek, thanking him for walking you home. before either of you could realize what you’d just done, you’d already closed the door behind you, leaving a very stunned jeongwoo to stand at your door for a few seconds, two fingers on the spot your lips had blessed his cheek and a smile growing on his face. his hyungs never heard the end of it that evening.

JUNGHWAN. i have no idea what it is about the three youngest members that give me huge ‘shy-when-in-love’ vibes, but junghwan is no exception. it was your last year of high school and even though you were drowning in homework and college applications, your parents had made you get a part-time job to help with the eventual university fees. luckily for you, your mother had a friend whose hairdresser had a cousin that worked at YG entertainment, and could get you a job as a part-time barista in the building café. he just needed to make sure you weren’t completely unqualified and wouldn’t freak out whenever you saw an idol, and it was set. you can’t lie, the first few times a winner or ikon, or worse, blackpink, member walked in, you had to really concentrate to not spill the coffee everywhere out of nerves. but it didn’t take you long to realize they were just regular people craving caffeine like you, and the fact that your coworkers and the company staff were completely unfazed helped as well. treasure, as the newest and most active group of YG, came by a lot, and you were glad to notice they were always friendly and polite with you - your friend who was a huge teume would be enthralled by the information. however, even if they weren’t all talkative extroverts, there was one member who was particularly quiet: junghwan. you thought nothing of it until one day, walking in for the start of your shift, you saw him chatting with the other barista, but as soon as he saw you, he grew quieter, answering in hums and short sentences, glancing at you in what seemed a nervous fashion. since you were a new addition, you chalked it up to him being shy around strangers. but then, he started coming in in the evening, when the café was relatively empty, and sat at a table after ordering rather than just getting his drink and leaving. he got out his homework and would simply work on it for thirty or so minutes, most of the time alone, sometimes with one of the older members. you didn’t say anything, and after a month, he finally talked to you for something else that his coffee order. you placed his drink (always an iced choco) down on his table, and as you were about to walk away, he called out your name. “yeah?” you said, turning around quickly, perhaps too quickly. the fact that he came in at such quiet hours meant that you had much leisure time to do nothing other than stare at him, unbeknownst to him. you knew he was a handsome guy, but being able to observe him so closely made you notice so many of his cute habits, and before you knew it, you were developing a crush. “how do you like it here?” he asked, and that was it. he forgot his homework as you answered his question, which prompted more from him, which prompted more from you. after that, you got into the habit of talking every time he came in, venting about your problems, bonding over shared interests, laughing at cat memes together. more often than not, this resulted in him being late for practice or never getting around to his homework. since you were in the same year level and he didn’t have as much time to study as you did, you also helped him with subjects he struggled with. you’d spent a week going over a history lesson with him, which had started out with him hopeless but he grew more and more confident about the upcoming test, thanks to your help. he had been really nervous about it, so when he barged in the café, a huge grin on his face and graded paper showing a bright red ‘B+’ in hand, you were so proud that you couldn’t help but run to him and take his face in your hands, pressing a firm kiss to his cheek. his eyes grew wide and he looked down at you in disbelief, but before you could run away and hide from what you just did, his grin found its way back to his face and he took you in his arms for the warmest hug you’d ever received. “i couldn’t have done it without you, y/n.”

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Bahama Momma Headcannon 🌊🌴 (Little Duck AU🐣)

pairing: Chris Evans x Wife Reader (Momma Evans)

summary: after a few rough weeks, Chris figured it was time to get his family out of Boston and into the sunshine and warm air

warnings: slight angst, body insecurity, mentions of post partum depression, sweet Chris and very fluffy family content

a/n: here’s a little little duck headcannon i wanted to get out, i hope you guys enjoy it! i’ve been feeling crap about my writing but i know how much you all love this au🫶🏻

Honestly if you knew the warm air would help alleviate the heavy feeling you’d been struggling with for the past few weeks, you would have asked for a vacation sooner

The warm sand underneath your feet, the sun shining down, you had little baby Wesley in your arms, he seemed happy to be in the Bahamas too, even if he was too little to say so

“Momma look at my floaties!!!”

Arlie came running towards you, a strawberry bathing suit on with some pink arm floaties, so she and Chris could go into the ocean, something she’d been so excited for since you’d arrived 45 minutes earlier

“Wow baby, you look so perfect! You excited to go swim?”

“Mhm! Daddy and me are gonna get shells too!!”

You smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead, her little dimples showing which made you smile more, she was almost the spitting imagine of her daddy

You opted to stay on the lounge chairs under the shade of a few umbrella’s you didn’t want to bring Wes into the ocean yet, and truth be told you didn’t want to be out in a bathing suit either.

You’d kept your coverup on, not feeling happy in your body at all, fat in places you forgot could get extra skin, stretch marks, you just felt gross

“Duck, can you wait in the sand for a minute?”

Chris looked to Arlie who nodded, immediately going for a bucket and a few sand toys that sat near you, he then came over and sat in front of you

“How’re you feeling?”

You shrugged

“I’m okay, happy to be here…think I needed the sun”

He chuckled

“Yeah, I’m glad we did this too, you sure you’re being honest with me”

Looking at him he could tell you weren’t letting him fully in, which you knew would hurt him a bit, but you sighed looking away

“You know you can talk to me about anything honey, I promise you…”

“I know, I just…”

Wesley yawned on the little pillow he was situated on, but thankfully stayed asleep, Chris smiling down at him

“I just don’t want you to look at me”

“What? What do you mean..?”

Checking on Arlie quickly you tried not to get too emotional

“It’s just that, i’ve gained so much weight, and my stretch marks are worse that they were with Arlie…I forgot I got so ugly after having kids…it’s embarrassing”

In an instant his hands framed your face, mindful of the little man laying in between you both

“I know i’ll never experience the pain and feelings you go through when it comes to being pregnant, and being a new mom again, but one thing I do know, is you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me, and you always will be”

You couldn’t help the tears that started to line your eyes

“And before you try to give me any objections, I love you and I love your body with stretch marks, without them, your body is evidence of the two beautiful little babies you brought into our family, I know your brain is your biggest enemy right now, and I’m going to continue to help in anyway I can, but you are everything to me Y/N…everything.”

“I love you..”

Chris knew you wouldn’t know what to say or how to put words together the best right now, but those three words meant the world to him and you knew it

He pressed a few kisses on your face finally meeting your lips for a sweet and love filled kiss

“Now, I’m going to take our crazy girl into the ocean, if you need anything, just holler”

You smiled nodding your head, one more kiss being pressed to your lips before he got up

“Last one to the water is a rotten egg!”

Arlie jumped up and let out an excited squeal

“You gonna lose daddy!!”

Laughing as the two of them took off towards the ocean, you couldn’t help the sudden lightness that filled you, you knew it would still be a long road to healing and working through the thoughts you were having, but being here in the Bahama’s with the sun shining down on you, it started to become just a bit easier 🌊

[justins-1-justan]

Hiii, can you please please please do dating Bridgette Headcannons? Preferably with a Gender Neutral or a Female Reader?

Yesyesyesyesyes YESSS! Would you all believe me if I said Bridgette wasn't one of my faves till I started this blog but now, I LIVE FOR WRITING FOR HER!! SHE'S JUST SO FUN OMG!

More Bridgette Hcs!!

^also there making the same face which is ADORABLE OMGGG anyways,

contents: Fem!reader (reader is referred to as lobster mother and as bridgette's gf), I am not endorsing lobster stealing I am just acknowledging it.

I'm gonna start right off with a crack headcannon. You both are the moms to a lobster family stolen from a fancy restaurant Bridgette got a coupon for after winning a sponsored surfing tournament.

They live in a beautiful tank with all the amenities little lobsters would need. Their names are, Susie, Snips, Dive, And dine in.

Dine in is named after the sign hanging next to the tank.

You have nights where you stay inside and test out vegetarian recipes.

If you suck at surfing:

one time after a particularly, uh, 'epic' wipe out of yours, Bridgette felt the need to bring reinforcements, the woman who taught her everything. Her mother. While meeting your girlfriend's mom for the first time ever would usually be anxiety inducing anytime, having her witness you manage to get on the open water and stand on the board, but somehow managing to have the board turn up right and smack you dead in the face before you fell under water is certainly an ice breaker.

^ that story will be told to any member of Bridgette's family learning to surf afterwards. "Oh you're doing fine! At least you're not as bad as Bridgette's girlfriend!"

If you're good at surfing however you get to have loads of aesthetic moments surfing together, think that one scene from Lilo and stitch with Nani and David before lilo and stitch almost drown to death.

Bridgette genuinely is one of the most understanding people you've ever met, if you're uncomfortable with something or someone she'll be there to help make you feel more comfortable.

REALLY likes watching documentaries about marine life with you, cuddling on the couch under a blanket while learning various facts.

Takes you to beach clean ups with her.

I like to think she has various hoodies, both oversized and cropped in her collection to the post she doesn't notice you stealing some of them until she sees you wearing one.

She sucks at ice skating. Like really bad. She falls over every five seconds. So if you are good at skating you get to have her cling to your arm for balance,

But if you also suck, you get to fall ✨together✨

Her love language is quality time, just like how she enjoys taking you to partake in her hobby of surfing. She also loves participating in your hobbies no matter how niche. Making sculptures of chicken heads? She'll make her best chicken head she can, as long as she's spending time with you.

And finally she LOVES it when you kiss her freckles! It gives her butterflies.

[bababaka]

Clexa x reader headcannons

Part 1

English is not my first language, so if you catch a grammar mistake or have any tips to help me improve, just send me a message.

This was meant to be a fic i was writing but i'm lazy and wouldn't finish it. This is best second thing. I wrote this cause i wanted to read it. Write the fic you wanna see in the world.

If ends up being too OOC i apologize. Its been years since i watched the 100 and i was too eager to write and post this to do any research of the plot and Lexa and Clarke personalities.

That's it. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: violence, mention of child abuse and death. 

- You are an assassin.

- Some would call your methods cowards ones, but they couldn't deny they were efficient.

- You were from Azgeda.

- A fierce assassin. Trained since you could remember.

- The first things you could remember was your trainer hitting and toughing you up. Molding you.

- The twin knives you had were what gave you comfort.

- The lifeless gaze of your victims was what gave you purpose.

- You were a puppet of Queen Nia. With no mind of your own. Not really. What she said was what you believed.

- So when she said "the Heda is weak. She must be dethroned". You didn't bat an eye. You sneered at the thought of Heda.

- When they kidnapped Costia. You were there. You didn't get to torture her. But you watched.

- Costia never said a thing. Screamed. Begged. Yes. But never said anything about Heda.

- You felt disgust, disdain. She was pathetic.

- You had been through this many times. As a part of your training. You wonder why she couldn't hold herself. You did this when you were a child. She is a woman, in her 17 years old. She was just a disgrace to her lover.

- But, somewhere deep and hidden within you felt respect. She was loyal. You could see in her eyes. She knew something and yet she never told. You could admire that despite her making such a mess.

- She just was caught in a dangerous game.

- Ronan was your bestfriend. He was your greatest rival and greastest ally.

- He gained your respect when he bested you.

- And gained your friendship when he protected you from a punishment.

- He was the one to gift you your twin knives.

- He was soft. You knew that. But he still did what needed to be done.

- Until he didn't. He tried to free Costia, to run away with her.

- He didn't suceed. He was exiled. She was killed.

- You were on a mission when that happened. They sent Costia's head to Lexa then.

- Once you came back and learned of Ronan's betrayal, you were livid. disapointed. Alone.

- He was just too soft. Not fitting for the prince of the great Azgeda.

- The Queen Nia told to send for you. She had another mission for you.

- Heda forgave Ice Nation, therefore there was no war. So, she came up with another plan, perfect for your skillset. An assassin and spy.

- You were to serve Lexa, gather information, and when the time was right, assassinate the Heda.

- So along with other gifts, you were "given" to Heda as an "apology".

- Gustus and Indra didn't like you, they distrusted you.

- Titus was indiferent.

- Lexa hated your guts. Because of what you represented. Costia's murder.

- It takes a long time for you to get Lexa to even look at you. Let alone speak to you.

- When Queen Nia gets insastified with the lack of progression, you come up with a plan to get Lexa to see you as more than your nation.

- You plan something like Gustus did.

- A meeting of the clans is about to happen. But before that, there is a feast. And that's when your plan come to fruition.

- You poison Heda. "Save" her. Blame one of your companions. They take the fall without a complaint.

- When they look at you, awaiting for Lexa's final blow. They see the words forming in your mouth "Glory to Ice Nation".

- Lexa begins to trust you. And bit by bit, you two start to form a relationship.

- And slowly worm your way into Lexa's heart. And secrets.

Relationship with Lexa

- Angst :)

- Enemies to friends to enemies to lovers

- Lexa hated you and you hated her.

- To you, she wasn't deserving of being the commander.

- She was no Heda. Not your Heda.

- To her, you were a reminder of what was done to Costia. Her suffering, her murder, her severed head in a box.

- She may have allowed Azgeda to enter the coalition, but she didn't forget what they'd done. And she didn't forgive them. She couldn't.

- Before your plan, she wouldn't look at you. After it, she looked and talked to you, but distant, cold.

- But, oh well, it was something. And you tried to take advantage of that.

- You tried to talk. To aproach the Costia subject. To apologize.

- She almost cut your tongue right off.

- You don't try that again.

- None of your tricks to get her trust and sympathy were sucessful.

- What worked was something you didn't plan.

- Your interactions with the young natblida. Especially with Adrien.

- You liked children. Being among them. Playing and laughing as if everything was alright and nothing mattered more than having fun.

- You didn't have a happy childhood. It was robbed from you. And some part of you yearned for that.

- Kids reminded you that life could be good. If only you let yourself believe.

- Until one mission went wrong. You had to kill a mother and her child. Now, you couldn't bear to look at kids. The guilt consuming you.

- But, in Lexa's castle(?) you sometimes had to interact with them. To care for them.

- And, with time, you warmed up to them.

- You watched them train, and tried to give some pointers but not too much to reveal you were a very capable fighter.

- You started talking with them. At first very formal and to the point, but as time went on and they started to annoy and try to lure you into conversations, you somehow became a part of their group.

- Pranks, fights, and some missdeeds. All of that far from Titus of course. And near you.

- And sometimes, there were times in which you caught tears streaming down your face. Your heart squeezing. In those times, you always leave early.

- Lexa found you there. Playing fight with the natblidas.

- You built a bond with them.

- And when she saw you with Adrien, laughing so carefree, enjoying the ausent adults, she thought that perphaps, you were not that bad of a person.

- And that way, finally, your attempts at talking with Lexa were met with answers.

- At the begining, the thing you talked the most was the natblidas.

- That was how you found out how Lexa was protective and wanted to change things for the next generation. To be better. For them.

- And, slowly, little by little, your view of Lexa began to change.

- She was smart. Driven. Fierce. Strong. Determined to do whatever it takes to protect her people.

- Lexa was a stoic person. Not one to laugh easily or to joke and play around.

- There were few moments you saw her smile. Most of them were around Adrien.

- And you loved when she had a smirk in her lips.

- You start hunting together. And you had to downplay your real abilities.

- Still, there were times you tried to impress Lexa. And you did. She just didn't make a big deal out of it.

- Then, like a fire or a star falling from the sky, a new threat apperead. The skaikru.

- And you realized Lexa trusted you when she asked your opinion of them.

- She also took you with her. To meet those people who fell from the ceilling.

- You sure were an oddity. Normally helpers weren't brought along. Considered an annoyance, you received a few ugly looks, but you weren't bothered by it, you were used to a lot worse.

- Despite being busy trying to deal the best way with the skaikru, you tried to spend time with Lexa.

- Help her. Sooth. Plan. Train. Prepare. Talk.

- One night, she talks about Costia.

- She was so bare. Vulnerable. So genuinely sad. Your heart broke for her.

- And the guilt came like a snow storm you didn't prepare for. It buried you alive.

- And when she slept and you looked at her, you knew at that moment. You couldn't bring yourself to kill her. To pierce a knive in her heart.

- She did it to yours first.

- Queen Nia found a way to contact you. Eager for information on the skaikru.

- But once she learns Heda intends on forming an aliance to rescue the people locked in the mountain, she sets her plan in motion.

- This happens shortly after Gustus death

- You tried to stop it, but it was too late.

- The army was ready and coming towards you.

- You talk to Queen Nia, subtly trying to convince her to at least delay her attack. But to no avail. It was happening.

- You didn't want to. But as Nia looked into your eyes with ones hard as ice, unmelting and unrelenting as the cold, you were reminded of your duty. Of your purpose. Lifeless gaze. But, for some reason, imaging it on Lexa's green eyes sickened you.

- The attack started and you awaited in Lexa's tent. Full gear. Your knives in your hands. And your heart on the ground. Shredded to pieces for what you'd have to do.

- Lexa enters in a haste. An enemy army was attacking. Azgeda.

- Not only preparing to fight, but to make sense of what was happening. To make a plan.

- When she sees you.

- And her expression of despair. Of urgence. Of worry falls as soon as she realizes the blades in your hands. The light armour on your body.

- Her expressions hardens then. As her heart breaks as she comes to an understanding.

- You don't talk. Nothing you could say would be able to remend the situation. Or your heart.

- As you lunge for her, she dives for her sword, in the far corner in the room. And as soon as she gets it, you know you're in disadvantage

- Lexa was an acomplished warrior. You were an assassin. You were quick, silent, deadly. She was strong, resistent, powerful. And deadly.

- Either way, you held your ground. As did she. Though you didn't really think you could overpower her.

- Until she slipped. And you took advantage of it. You disarmed her and pinned her to the ground. A knive to her neck.

- If she wanted, she could throw you over. Switch positions.

- If you wanted to, you could slit her throat.

- Yet, you both stood still. Panting. Waiting for the other to make a move.

- You heard footsteps.

- Whatever was your decision. You needed to do it now.

- You tensed. Gritted your teeth, trying to steel your resolve, still your trembling hands. But it all came tumbling down when you locked eyes with that emerald green.

- And you were reminded of that little smirk on the seldom times she'd make a joke.

- Of the strong and beautiful woman, that wanted to do good. That thought of Adrien as a little brother, but would tell no one. That would bring down anything and anyone that disturbed the peace and threathened her people.

- A great leader. The Heda.

- Your Heda.

- You couldn't kill her.

- So you fleed. Got up and before Lexa could say or do anything, you ran.

...

"What about Clarke???"

Worry not, she's a lot more on the part 2 :)

Part 2

[soulsisterif]

Progress Update 1/11/2024

So, here we are once again.

• Right now I'm mostly expanding the scenes with flavour text, particularly the options to choose your MC's hobbies, as they felt a little too brief when I read through them as a player.

• I'm going to add an option to have Joanna tag along with you after you first meet her if you so choose. This action will have consequences *insert Life is Strange butterfly*

• I'm spending quite some time doing research because I really want to have a character who is hard of hearing or has some degree of hearing loss. My intention and first option was to give you a choice for that character to be your MC. While challenging, it could make for a very interesting route. It would also mean I could depict the use of sign language at some point but the thing is I only know a little (very little) American Sign Language and (also very little) Spanish Sign Language (LSE). While I'm Spanish, I think the best course of action would be to use ASL instead of LSE, because when I need to go and look some things up there are infinitely more ASL resources out there. Believe me, I know. I wanted to give you guys the option to headcannon your MC's nationality, but I'm afraid if you choose the hearing loss option you'll have to bear with me and just pretend you're using your country of choice's sign language. Sorrys.

The other option would be to add a new RO who has hearing loss. That would make my life a little simpler because it wouldn't demand as much coding. After all, for an MC, there are certain, already written scenes that would need branching/flavour text, but a new RO would "just" need a new route. I'd already considered adding a bombshell later on, anyway. It would also mean that this is a problem for Future Me, which Present Me appreciates.

I'd like your opinion on this so I'll probably make a poll.

• If you've seen the previous post, you know I finally decided what the first game of the show will be, now it's just a matter of thinking about whether to make it happen before or after the first dates. Common sense tells me it should be; game, then dates. But having the date first could give you a chance to learn some of the answers and not go in so blind. Choices, choices...

In theory, Chapter One will end once you receive the confirmation that you've been selected as a contestant, so the game will feature in Chapter Two. If you're wondering why I'm spending time on it already when I haven't even managed to release Chapter One, well... I needed a break from testing the game and writing different scenes depending on personality LMAO

• You'll be notified when a triller is added to your feed.

• You'll have the option of hooking up with Joanna on Day One if you play your cards right.

[bulldog-geckorahhhhh]

I finally feel confident posting my Lizzy writing here lol. Uh so, (semi old) Lizzy fic be upon ye! Quick info:

Lizzy is a half vampire, Strebers younger sister, a hardcore gamer and local menace. This takes place after tender treats, and is headcannon heavy! Also candybats is mentioned cause I’ll die on that hill.

Usually, late november was one of the best months for Lizzy. With the cooling weather and discount halloween candy being even more discounted. The movie theater getting rid of all the excess candy they couldn’t sell during the halloween rush. For Lizzy it was heaven! She had no need to stealthily hop the counter and grab handfuls of sweets, when Radford was tossing packs of twizzlers and skittles at her the moment she walked through the door! But this November she couldn’t stomach a single sweet at all.

While the cold draft swirled around her and the old metal bench she sat upon, Lizzy absentmindedly pulled her collar up with a shaky hand. Her fingers were freezing, nearly purple from the cold as she struggled to press the buttons on her Nintendo Switch. It wasn’t every day she brought it with her, she never had before, but now she had to have something to entertain her while she waited for kevin to pick her up from school. He got off work an hour later than she got out of school, and the only bus in town never went down her road. So while she clicked away on her console, the wind barely muffled the two sets of footsteps rushing towards her.

Along with the footsteps, high, shrill voices carried in the wind. “HI LIZZY HI LIZZY HI LIZZY HI LIZZY”, the chorus raced towards her, echoing around the empty parking lot as the two costumed children ran up to Lizzy’s bench. Skid and Pump, the two kids who wore halloween costumes even into late december circled the bench, waving their arms above theirs heads. “What are you playing, Lizzy? What are you playing, Lizzy? What are you playing, Lizzy?” They chanted, climbing onto the bench to peer over her shoulders at the small screen.

She could smell the sugar on their breath, and it made her insides flip.

“Ju’th fortnite.”, She mumbled, gently nudging the two younger kids away with her elbows. They apparently didn’t catch her hint, and immediately leaned back on her. “Can we play next??” Skid asked loudly, looking away from the screen to give Lizzy his best puppy dog eyes. Pump matched his friend, staring up at Lizzy with a quivering lip. She could only spare a glance to the two though, as she was currently in a chase with another player. Her fingers ached as she pressed down hard on the joystick to activate her sprint. “Maybe, guy’th. I’m trying to complete th’ome que’ths.” was her delayed response.

The two younger boys groaned, dropping their pleading expressions in favor of watching the screen once more. Admittedly Lizzy was great at the game, as she eventually gunned down the other player. The number of people in the game ticked down as Lizzy got her kill, leaving her as one of the only ten players left. She sucked in another sharp, cold breath as another player ran into her scopes view. She pressed down on the right bumper, landing a shot on the person, smiling to herself as they were eliminated, their items spilling out onto the ground. Nine players left.

Next to her, the younger boys gasped in awe, amazed grins stretched across their masked faces. Amazingly, they stayed quiet while Lizzy played, the only noises emanating from the bench being the sound effects from the game. Time ticked down, and the storm grew closer, more people were eliminated until it was just Lizzy and one other person remaining. A cold chill ran down Lizzy’s spine as she searched for the other player, adrenaline buzzing in her frozen fingertips. As she listened closely for the sound of other players' footsteps, even the raging wind seemed to go silent, holding its breath in anticipation. The world felt so empty for a moment, the quiet so deafening as Lizzy’s finger squeezed on the right bumper, her scope locked onto the other player in the distance. A hushed breath escaped her lips, her finger pressing down firmly on the bumper.

She missed

The other player spun around, quickly moving towards her as Lizzy fumbled to switch to one of her other guns. Squeezing down on the left bumper she aimed and started firing, her heart thumping from the thrill of fire-fight. She had landed two good hits on the other player, the two boys next to her, as silent and still as statues drew their own quiet breaths. The air continued to remain so still, and thick around the bench none of the children noticed the three sets of crunching footsteps coming closer. Lizzy, still fully engrossed in the match, grimaced as she ran out of ammo and had to reload. She jumped around, mashing the B button until her gun was reloaded. She aimed again, ready to unload what would hopefully be the last round of bullets onto the last player, when she was startled by a loud, barking shout. The controller nearly slipped from her hands, and the other player used this moment to spray her down with bullets and eliminate her.

Lizzy breathed heavily, tightening her grip on the console after nearly dropping it. The exit menu flashing in her face as the winning player claimed the Victory Royale. Slowly, with defeat, Lizzy clicked off the console and looked up to see who startled her and cost her the match. And of course it was a particular set of three boys. Signified by the fact they were all wearing hats, and that two were taller than the last boy. Who just happened to be Lizzy’s arch nemesis. Roy. and his two cronies. Really, she only hated Roy.

“What.” she deadpanned, glaring daggers at Roy, her annoyance deepening at the smug grin he returned. His two friends behind him offered her softer expressions, but did nothing to stop their friend. The two kids next to Lizzy waved brightly at the other three, greeting each of the boys by name. It seemed they shared little of Lizzy’s reservations about Roy and his friends. Even if they tormented them the same.

“Surprised to see you sitting in one place and not bothering anyone like you usually do! Shouldn’t you be at the mall or something?” Roy chided, crossing his arms tightly to his chest while he stood in front of Lizzy’s bench proudly. “But I mean of course you’re sitting here playing video games like a loser- so it works.”

To be honest Lizzy found the attempted slander pitiful and lame, causing her to roll her eyes and shrug. Following the advice Kevin gave her once, she didn’t dignify Roy with a proper response. She doubted he could make her feel any worse than she already did, so what did it matter.

“Oh so now you want to be quiet? Lemme guess! You played so much, you rotted your brain and forgot how to talk!” The shorter boy cackled, glancing back to his friends who offered nods and a thumbs up in response. Lizzy grunted, pulling her collar back up over her mouth and nose. Still not offering a response to the lackluster attempts to rile her up, she thought that maybe if she was boring enough they’d leave her alone for a day. Really, she just wanted to go home.

Her silence had a clear effect on Roy, as the boy sneered, his eyes darting to the side as he scrambled to come up with another insult. “Why- why are you even still here anyways? Your lameass brother forget to pick you up again? He’s probably too busy making some stupid invention or something and forgot you!”

Oh. Lizzy felt her stomach flip when her brother was mentioned. If anything she’d kill to be at the hospital with him right now. But Kevin was still working- and she didn’t have anyone available to take her. Maybe it was something in the way her eyes grew sadder, or the fact that she slumped in on herself that gave it away to Roy that he struck a nerve.

“Hey! You leave her alone, Roy!” Skid said from her left, pointing a finger at the other boy. “Yeah! Don’t be a meanie!” Pump chimed in, putting his hands on his hips. Lizzy remained silent, her cheeks flushing from embarrassment. She gently nudged the two boys again, trying to get them to stand down and drop it, but they refused to. Eventually the back and forth between Roy and the younger boys reached a head, and Lizzy abruptly stood up. With the sun behind her, she was silhouetted by shadow, giving her an admittedly scary image. The bickering died off quickly, as all eyes lingered on Lizzy for a moment.

“Th’ut up Roy.”, she mumbled after a moment, tucking her switch into her coat pocket. Kevin wasn’t here yet, but she couldn’t stand to be in the middle of this situation anymore. Despite her own short stature, she stood about a head and a half above Roy. She was eye to eye with Robert, the tallest member of Roy’s group.

“Oh are you going to go CRY to your stupid dork brother?”

Roy snarled, staring up at her. Lizzy could easily compare him to some sort of small dog. A scared animal that feels cornered.

“I’m going home”

She mumbled, shoving her hands into her pockets. She wasn’t actually going home. She couldn’t walk that far in the cold. The mall wasn’t too far, and Radford could call Kev and let him know where she was. She started to move past Roy, not expecting the sudden shove she felt on her back. Before she knew it, her chest hit the ground, her head following not long after.

She heard four- or three shouts. She could barely tell. Someone shouted Roy’s name- someone shouted hers. Her head was spinning- and she could feel a trickle of something on her forehead along with a sharp pain. The dull ache that followed kept her down for a while- even when she felt the urgent tugging at her sleeve, and Ross’s voice mumbled “Dude- did you kill her!?” Other voices and noises barely reached her as she slowly pushed herself up. Blood trickled down her face, down onto her coat collar. Dark red stained the neon green, and Lizzy simply groaned. Collecting herself while piecing together what happened. Her eyes drifted from the ground to Roy’s face. His eyes were wide, and face tinged with slight guilt.

Any other day she would have jumped on him immediately. Would have punched his lights out- would have screamed at him. But she couldn’t find it in herself to do that. She pulled her switch out of her pocket, quickly checking over its screen to check for cracks. With the device seemingly fine, she slipped it back into her pocket and stalked away.

She felt so empty and so messy and so terrible at the same time. The blood trickled down her face but she didn’t bother to wipe it away. It didn’t matter to her. She was cold, and achy, and so so close to a meltdown. Everything bubbled up in her chest, pushing and thrashing to escape. Hot tears pooled in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. It wasn’t worth crying, not over this. Lately she’s been saving all her tears for the long, scary nights at home without her brother. Kevin went to bed fairly early compared to her, and by the time she finally allowed herself the freedom to cry, he was fast asleep. Which was fine for her, he didn’t need to see her cry anyways.

It took longer than usual for Lizzy to tramp her way to the mall, once or twice thick globs of blood got into her eyes, and she had to stop to rub them away. By the time she got to the mall, her face was stained a deep red, and she slunk around to the back entrance to avoid being seen and stopped. She knew someone would question her if they saw her face drenched with blood, but she really didn’t want to deal with that. Not until she got to the movie theater. The movie theater she was rapidly approaching now, her head angled sharply down. She didn’t need to see where she was going, it was practically muscle memory at this point. Slip in through the back, and jog to the movie theater. That’s what she did, but with much less mischievous glee than usual.

Soon enough, she reached the doors of the movie theater, pushing them over and slipping inside. Thank gods Radford was right up at the counter, though he usually was. The counter worker lifted his head, smiling brightly when he saw who it was.

“Heyyy, Lizzy!”

He greeted with his signature jovial enthusiasm. Though there was a softness to it that was impossible to ignore.

She looked up from the ground, blinking away another glob of blood that slid down into her eyes. Through blurred, red vision, she watched as Radford’s face contorted into a look of shock and panic as he hurriedly rushed from behind the counter towards her. His movements were blurred behind a thick trickle of the blood, nearly black. Lizzy barely reacted as Radford carefully pulled her bangs up to see the source of the smear on her sorrowful face.

“God- Lizzy what happened!?”

The counter worker asked loudly, his voice cracking behind worry and panic. Lizzy could barely hear him, a foggy numbness spreading across her brain.

“I fell..”

It wasn’t a complete lie, she had fallen. But it wasn’t the whole truth, she hadn’t done it herself. She was pushed.

“Hit my head..th’idewalk. “M fine though..”

She slurred, wobbling on her feet slightly. She really would be fine- she just needed a snack or something. Sweets and fruits sped up her healing process by days, but she still couldn’t decide if she was able to stomach that stuff anymore.

Her blurred vision settled on Radford again, watching his face contorted in pity and fear. His hand moved from her forehead, to his pants to wipe off the blood- then to his back pocket to grab for his phone.

“I’m calling Kevs- uh or- do you think you should go to the hospital??”

Rad pulled his phone from his back pocket, his fingers hurriedly pushing in his passcode. His fingers shake as he adjusts the phone in his hand.

“M’ fine- ju’th. Gimme th’om water n- n’ a twizzler plea’th”

Her voice came out barely above a whisper, her vision momentarily coming back into focus.

Radford knew she wasn’t fully human, and thankfully he didn’t protest and got her what she asked. Ushering her towards the counter, and helping her up, he gave her a cup of water and a handful of twizzlers. Afterwards, he turned his back and brought his phone up to his ear.

Gratefully, she brought the cup to her lips, emptying it in record time. Afterwards, setting the cup aside to chomp down a few twizzlers at a time. Chewing the tough candy brought mixed feelings. The taste made her want to cry, from relief that it’ll speed up the healing process- or from the sorrowful pit clawing in her chest. Feelings of disgust surfaced as she gnawed on the red strings. She didn’t want to be eating candy- not while her brother was laying in the hospital with no candy of his own. It wasn’t fair to him, it really wasn’t. She reluctantly swallowed the candy, staring down at the rest of the torn up red candies in her hand. It made her want to gag, the blood in her eyes obscuring what she saw just enough for the Twizzlers to appear like rippled apart tendons and guts.

Choking back the wail that threatened to rip itself from her throat, she dropped the candies onto the counter next to herself. Lazily wiping blood from her face with her arm, she turned her head to look over at Radford, who spoke quickly into the phone. Lizzy wondered if he was calling the cops or Kevin, until she heard him say “Kevs” and she had her answer. Figuring it would be better than going to the hospital as a patient, she didn’t say anything as Radford urged Kevin to head to the theater as soon as he could. After a few more minutes of rushed and shaky talking, Radford hung up. He turned back to Lizzy and leaned forward, examining the gash on her forehead.

“This did not come from just a fall- Liz what happened??”

He pleaded, using part of his sleeve to wipe away a bit of the fresh blood that slowly oozed from her wound. Lizzy could tell he was worried, but she just shrugged, batting his hand away.

“I told you, I fell. On the th’idewalk out’hide the s’thool”

She deadpanned, crossing her arms over her chest and averting her gaze. She wasn’t going to tell him she was pushed. She didn’t want to deal with anything legal, knowing what she could do due to Roy seriously injuring her. She knew neither her nor Kevin wanted anything to do with Roy’s mom. That was something they bonded over, their shared beef with that specific family. She didn’t know the specifics, but she knew that woman tormented Kevin at Candy Club sometimes. Lizzy herself just got the brunt of Roy’s aggression at school.

“T’ho..i’th Kevin coming?”

She quickly changed the subject, looking back up at Rad. Her head tilted ever so slightly.

“Course he is! I think he almost had a heart attack when I told him you showed up here all bloody and out of it!”

Rad explained with a wild gesture, throwing his hands up above his head. He stared at Lizzy like her question was insane, and she couldn’t blame him. It was silly. For as much as the two pretended they couldn’t stand each other, Lizzy and Kevin were the closest they’ve ever been. Through all her self loathing and self depreciation she knew he cared about her. He does try.

“I’ths not like I’m dead.”

Lizzy shrugged, feeling the brain fog that swirled around her head begin to recede. No longer could she feel the trickle of blood over her skin, so she had to assume it stopped.

“Okay well I’m half undead. But that wa’th a th’ide effect of birth”

She mustered a quiet chuckle at her own joke, flashing a lopsided grin. It worked as intended, slightly easing the worry that thickly clouded the theater front-room. Tension still lingered however, and the two simply sat in quiet. Only a few minutes in, Lizzy reached into her pocket, pulling out her switch. Radford couldn’t stop the disbelieving laugh he squawked out.

“Seriously!? You have your switch with you?”

It was hilarious to him, because of course she did. It's Lizzy, why wouldn’t she have her video games with her? Even Lizzy wheezed out a chuckle, just holding the console in her hands. Offering a shrug, she clicked the console on, but quickly turned it back off as Kevin burst through the door.

Immediately, the tall ravenette rushed over, and grabbed Lizzy by the shoulders. She could almost swear there were silvery gray hairs sticking out from under his work hat. Kevin’s face was etched with worry and anger, his hands firm on her shoulders. Just looking at him made her want to cry. He looked so worried about her- causing a little voice in the back of her head to whisper about how she was a burden. Kevin was so stressed already-

“LIZZY! OH MY GODS LIZZY! Elizabeth May-Weather Alberich! What the hell happened!?”

Kevin asked in a slightly squeaky, but urgent voice. His hands shook where they gripped her, and his face reddened like he was going to cry. Nearly all reservations Lizzy had about telling the truth came crumbling down, as tears pricked in her eyes.

“Got pu’thed- Roy- freaking- he-”

She could barely start her sentence, tripping over her words. Her face reddened underneath the dried smear of blood. Her tears started to flow, huge and heavy. Everything bulled over, the tears she had tried so hard not to cry started to spill from her eyes. She hiccupped and sobbed, pulling her coat collar up over her mouth. Every mournful tear that welled up in her when she thought of her brother waterfall down her face, pooling on the bottom of her chin before dripping off onto her shirt.

Kevin took his hands off Lizzy’s shoulders, hovering them close to her for a moment as he thought of what to do. It wasn’t like he hadn’t ever seen her cry, but it always took a second to figure out what he needed to do to help her. Hesitating for another moment, before he reached forward and pulled her into a hug. Moments later her arms were wrapped tightly around him, as she sobbed against his shirt. He didn’t need any more information to figure out what happened, or at least some of it. It made his temper flare, anger bubbling low in the pit of his stomach.

Couldn’t life just leave his family alone for five damn minutes?!

His anger went back to a low broil as Lizzy mumbled something, poking his back lightly.

“What’s up, Liz?”

Kevin asked gently, cocking his head to the side. Watching Lizzy lift her head slightly, her teary red eyes staring into his own.

“Can we go home..?”

She asked after sucking in a shaky breath. Really, all she wanted was to go home and curl up in her bed. She thought that if she had to stand one more second anywhere else she’d explode. Her skin crawled and she could hear the buzz of the fluorescent lights above. The sounds dug into her ears and pulled at her brain, making her wince and bury her head back against Kevin’s shirt. She clung tight to him, even tighter as he scooped her up into his arms. Holding close against him carefully, he said something to Radford that Lizzy couldn’t make out. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and her shoulders scrunched up against the sides of her head.

She only realized they were outside when the cold November air hit her like a heavy wave. She shivered, lifting her head to see the fading lights of day sinking over distant hills. The dim lights hurt her eyes less, and the muffled noises of the town around her were less grating than the harsh buzz from inside the movie theater. Eventually, Kevin set her down outside his car. Lizzy heaved the passenger side door open and climbed inside, slumping against the worn cloth seat. Her blood-caked bangs clung to her forehead, and her stomach began to hurt.

Kevin got into the driver's seat, and started the car. They sat in the parking lot for a moment, letting the car heat up. Neither of them spoke, and Lizzy turned herself to slump against the door, looking out the window. She let her eyes unfocus, the slight strain in her head fading away for a few moments. The next thing she knew the outside world on the other side of the window was moving. Colors and shaped blurred past as she stared out the window, the fog from her breath obscuring everything just a little more.

The drive back home didn’t take too long, but Lizzy was asleep before they even approached the road their house was on. Her cheek was pressed against the window, and she snored softly, though it was lost against the gentle hum from the car. As Kevin pulled the car into their driveway, Lizzy barely stirred. For a moment all her worries were gone, everything that clawed and scratched at her mind was quieted. This was a peace she longed for in her waking moments, a peace she was unsure if she’d ever actually feel again.

[thenightlymartini]

Hey I'm back again! (Most recent anons) I've been muling over ideas for the last week and I think I finally was able to put the idea into words. I'm still not quite ready to post any of my own Commieburger content [because I'm in the process of trying to create my own N!Korea OC, and because this idea fits more with the version you use.]

After being in a relationship for some while, the stuff they say to eachother around other people start to have double or even triple meanings. Alfred doesn't quite realize it until he picks up the very slight difference in the way that North was yelling something at him, and he immediately understood that there actual meaning. Neither of them meant to do it, and no one has caught on yet, but it becomes the only way they can seem to communicate while around other nations.

Congrats on deciding to make your own OC! Just remember to do lots of research and, especially since this is N. Korea, you need to make sure you are not glorifying his government nor the human rights atrocities the country is doing. If you are looking for inspiration or need an example of how to go about that, I recommend looking at @circlique's OC of N. Korea, the same one I use for my headcannons. You can find the dedicated blog for N. Korea under ask-north-korea. I believe they do a very great job at building his character and answering questions through the OC's perspective while also being respectful of the people and culture and critical of the actual country's government and history. Always important to take as much time as you need!

For your idea, it reminds me a little of what I've done before in some of my fanfiction, as well as some of the writing by circlique on their AO3 account. Though, mostly both writings focus on keeping up the act of America and N. Korea hating each other. I do like the idea of some of the things they say to each other having a double or triple meaning, like some things they would say to a passerby may sound condescending or they are trying to rub salt in the wound, but between the two of them it is a subtle way of checking in on each other. Two ideas I got while reading your idea was one about America doing his own way of making sure NK is alright and subtly displaying his love and affection and NK very subtly consoling America, and they show their real meanings through very small physical movements or tonal shifts that they honestly didn't realize they ended up doing until much later.

America would be really cocky and essentially looks like he is mocking NK for his government not being able to feed his citizens adequately, but in reality the way he structured his words and changed tone ever so slightly indicated he was checking to make sure NK was eating properly and that he would make sure the other got something if he needed, maybe even discretely paying for delivery to NK's hotel room later if he couldn't be there with him. NK, likewise, especially after witnessing or hearing about America being called fat or someone being critical of America's health or diet, would sound like, to anyone else, he's mocking America for being so nosy about what other people do or say that he should learn to back off or that he deserves what people are saying about him, but the subtle way of how a finger or hand slightly reaches for America's and the way his tone indicates he's dialing back on his annoyance or meanness actually tells he's trying to comfort America and tell him don't take those words to heart and carry on being himself otherwise he's just going to get more depressed if he thinks about it for too long.

I think they eventually pick up on these slight changes and differences as they progress and date for longer, as they have more time to really analyze and see each other as people and figure out the little quirks each have. In the end, I think they take it as a way to develop themselves, too, such as America learning to be more tactful with his words and tone, as well as learning to not be as pushy and just learning the art of subtlety in general, while NK learns to dial back on his general mean sounding-ness and sarcasm/snark when he's trying to be nice and to be more open in private or when one-on-one.

Thinking back on one of my more popular stories on AO3, I got the idea of NK being more subtle with physical displays because, despite being so attention and touched deprived that any sort of attention he gets he will cling to whether it's good or bad, he is bad at initiating physical touch himself unless he's really passionate. He also doesn't communicate wants that clearly since he's not used to opening up that much and his brain is so used to suppressing his own wants and desires for the sake of putting everything and everyone else first that he has a hard time letting himself be free to act on his own desires and wants, so if he wants to cuddle or hold hands, his fingers or hand act just ever so slightly quicker than his brain, but his brain catches up before any full action is made, thus looking like a twitch or subtle hand shift. NK, if it is just America and him alone, is prone to pouting as well, though it mostly comes when he isn't getting what he wants and he himself doesn't realize he's doing it unless America pointed it out.

I've left a few excerpts from one of my stories to help kind of clarify what I'm talking about with the changes in how America and NK act around each other:

"America quirked an eyebrow at the Korean, unused to the other relenting that easily. He was about to leave to fix up the couch when he noticed the subtle pout on the smaller man’s lips. The one thing he can say for certain about the past year of their blossoming relationship is that he started picking up on North’s quirks; including when North was trying to express what he actually wanted. If the pout weren’t present, he would have just figured the other was nervous, but North never pouts unless he isn’t getting what he really wants." "He glanced over to his left and noticed North opened his eyes again, this time seeing the conflicted look. America raised an eyebrow, then saw the twitch of one of North’s fingers reaching out towards him. After a year, he had learned that sometimes North was too scared to verbally ask for something if he felt insecure about it, and he took the hint. 'If you want, you can cuddle. Think of it like we do normally on the couch watching a movie.' America coaxed the hesitant Korean, opening up his arm so his side was exposed." - Excerpts from "First Night With One Bed"

[white-cat-of-doom]

I feel the need to tell everyone about my headcannons regarding Coricopat and Tantomile, and how I do not believe that either of one truly exist, at least in a physical manifestation that a human would see as a normal cat. (This post inspired to written by @incorrectcats, @therum-tum-misto, and @magical-marvelous-mistoffelees, please let me know if you want me to remove tagging you).

The basis for this is that I see both of them as a spiritual representation of The Everlasting Cat outside of the Heaviside Layer. They are not actually two separate Cats, but rather a manifestation presented that way. The Jellicles see them as if they were any other Cats in the tribe separately, and are physically present in their eyes, however they appear slightly different to each Cat, as to not show that they have no end of life. To put this another way, the Coricopat and Tantomile seen by someone young like Victoria will be presented differently than to someone like Jellylorum, as to not show that they are in a way immortal beings. Their visualizations would age according to the respective age of the individual Cat, but neither of them would ever pass away before the individual Cat who sees them. A caveat to this is that some Cats would develop or otherwise obtain the realization that Coricopat and Tantomile are manifestations of The Everlasting Cat. Old Deuteronomy understands that they are The Everlasting Cat, due to his advanced age and the fact he is the Jellicle Leader, given the ability to make the Jellicle Choice. Jemima would develop the realization as she becomes older, as I see her as chosen to be partially entwined with The Heaviside Layer by The Everlasting Cat, but in her presented young age she would not have this information. Any Cats asking them questions would be given sage advice, and they are present to help guide any Cat through their respective life. Each response would be tailored to the respective Cat asking. Although they have the ability to see partially into the future, they cannot interfere with the direction of a Cats life, or fully interpret the visions they see.

They would appear to humans as a set of cat eyes reflecting momentarily back in the dark, or the quick blur of something that runs past; a form of something that seems like it is there, but there no proof or capture of the intrinsic reality of them actually being present. They manifest as a form of energy. When an owner sees their cat staring into the void, with seemingly nothing present, they are interacting with Coricopat and Tantomile, and by extension The Everlasting Cat. (In the typical production of Cats, they allow themselves to be seen by humans.)

Although they are manifestations of The Everlasting Cat, they are still cats after all, and are allowed to interact in less serious ways with the others. I see Coricopat as representing the social playfulness and wide-eyed wonder and curiousity found in all cats, while Tantomile represents the independent, serious, and judging side of cats. At points these representations are combined to show the strong emotional side of cats, such as confronting Grizabella, while at others times they share one braincell between them, such as dancing along with Tugger at the end of his song.

They are the spiritual protectors of all Cats and the bridge between the physical world and the Heaviside Layer. They are serious, stone faced Cats judging you in the background. They are the fun Cats, having the time of their infinite lives, without a care in the world at the forefront. They truly are not present in a physical plane of existence. They are The Everlasting Cat. They are Coricopat and Tantomile.

[buckys-little-belle]

I love all your ideas for the gummy stealer! Pick which you like best ♡ I want you to like it too.

-♡

Someone Ate My Family

AKA - How Different Marvel Cg’s Would React To Your Avengers Gummies Being “Stolen”

Steve, Nat, Tony, Wanda, Bucky, x Little!Reader (Gender nutral language, no pronouns used, though Wanda calls Little!Reader “Petal”. So please keep that in mind when reading.)

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post and blog SFW

Warnings - Mentions of food/Mentions of eating food, Talks of giving someone a mean talking to, Nat is overly worried about people lying, crying, sadness, also happy endings and fluff!

Notes - I was very indecisive on who I should write this concept with and ended up thinking about how so many people would react, so I just decided to write down a few of my ideas in a headcannon type way. I hope everyone enjoys!!!!

Based on this ask/message from my beloved ♡ anon

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Steve

“Daddy?” You yell, your voice carrying through the apartment, the noise finally finding Steve in his office. “What Baby?” He yells back as he begins walking towards to noise you’re currently creating. “We have to go!” You shout, your voice urgent and persistent. “Where do we need to go baby?” Steve chuckles, his arms now crossed as he stands in the entry way’s wall opening. You sat on the bench in front of him, one shoe on and the other in your hand.

“Someone ate my gummies and I need more daddy!” You say as if he should clearly understand the situation. Steve, well he knew that you had none left, he may have eaten the last pack … But he planned to go to the store while you went to Auntie Nat’s house, but here he was faced head on with the issue at hand. “Okay okay, but you need to wear running shoes baby, your sandals aren’t going to cut it.” You nod, knowing there’s no point in arguing with him, he’s somehow almost always right anyways.

The two of you eventually head out to the store, matching running shoes on and all. The store of course is busy, the weekend is fast approaching and people and rushing home from work. You lead the way towards the snack aisle, Steves hand grasping yours as you walk fast. Eventually you break from his hands grasp, running towards the middle of the aisle where your gummies are before stopping. “Sorry.” You squeak as you almost run into the lady standing in front of you. Steve smiles, he’s proud that you use your manners, pride building in his chest.

The moment the two of you are back on the street, gummies in hand, Steve is already ripping the box open and picking you up to rest on his hip. You easily grab a new bag out of the box and Steve opens it, handing the small bag back to you so you can distribute the gummies to the both of you. “Daddy!” You call out, startling Steve slightly, him looking at you confused. “I have to eat all the yous!” you say, snatching the gummy that resembles him just slightly and popping it into your mouth. “Sorry baby.” He chuckles back.

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Natasha

“Mommy?” You cry from the kitchen, Nat immediately running to you from her office. Her face drenched in panic as she sees your back turned to her. “Baby? What’s wrong?” She calls back. “Someone ate m’gummies!” Nat chuckles silently, not wanting to get you work up any further.

She instantly asks a few questions, making sure you weren’t just saying there were none left so you could have two packages.

When she realizes that you really didn’t eat them, she checks the garbages for any wrappers, she walks over to the linen closet. Swiftly grabbing a towel and unwrapping it, a new and full box of gummies awaiting. “Here my love.”

Nat then apologizes for not believing you, she knows that you wouldn’t lie to hurt her feelings or lie to be mean, but she struggles to trust people. Usually she would just ask twice, but today she just felt off and ended up being extra cautious. The towel snacks were for emergency’s, but when she saw the tears streaming down your face when she kept checking the garbages, she knew she had to pull the, out.

Her work is then long abandoned, the two of you curled up on the couch watching a movie. “Here.” You would mumble, your hand reaching up towards her, offering your least favourite colour gummy.

“Thank you baby.” She would coo and happily accept the snack.

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Tony

“DADDY!” You screech, your body frozen, sitting on the kitchen floor, an empty gummy box in front of you. Tony of course rushes in, a small first aid kit in hand, he knows how a “DADDY!” screech usually plays out.

“Smush what is wrong?” He questions, out of breath, his body still reeling from the rush of adrenaline. “S’mone ate m’family.” You cried, your tears running down your face as you look at him defeated, your legs crossed on the compounds kitchen floor. “Dey can’t do that! M’ the only one who can eat dem!” You sob, your heart beating fast as your voice grows quieter.

“Friday?” Tony called out, a slight chuckle building in his throat, of course you call the gummies family, but why can only you murder them?. “Yes Sir?” “Who ate smush’s gummies?” He asked, his hands on his hips as he watched you perk up, wondering who had taken your gummies. “That would be Steve Rodgers Sir.” Tony sighed, slowly regretting putting your snacks in the main kitchen instead of his own.

“Okay smush.” Tony sighed, gesturing you to come towards him. You stand up and walk closer, quickly wrapping your arms around his middle, smushing your face into his chest. “I will have someone get you more gummies, I will also talk to Cap later tonight. How about we go get cozy on the couch and watch a movie?” He asks, his arms wrapping around you.

“Okay, b’we can eat gummies later right?” You ask, the most important thing at hand on your mind. “Of course smush.” He says, kissing the top of your head and turning you around to walk towards the couch, his phone is soon pulled out of his pocket and a pack of gummies are quickly on their way to you.

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Wanda

“Petal?” Wanda asks, her voice floating through the play room, yourself sat on the play mat, a few toys scattered. “Yes?” You said defeated, your voice showing clear signs of slight distress and sadness. “Why have you been so quite today?” You just shrug your shoulders, never meeting her gaze, instead looking around the room at anything but her. “No lies, petal, tell me what’s going on.” She persists, her voice stern but not mean.

“I jus’ dere’s no more gummies.” You sigh, your eyes landing on the window and staying there. “Did you eat them all?” She asks concerned, she wouldn’t expect you to be sad they were gone, you usually just ask her for more. “You didn’t eat dem?” Your tone perks up in confusion, trying to grasp the situation. “No petal.”

“Oh … Den who did?” Your questioning gaze finally meeting hers. She chuckles. “I’m not sure, but why don’t we go out and get some more hmm?” You stand up right away, picking up a few toys and putting them away. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She chuckles again, content standing in the doorway, watching you happily put away your toys.

“Can we also get some juice?” You ask, your eyes slowly widening, your grin turning into its classic, and effective, pout. “Of course petal, anything for you.” Her arms wrap around you in an instant, her warmth washing over you as her embrace gets tighter. “Anything.” She says again, this time in a very quite whisper. “Me to mama.” You smile, pulling away and dashing down the hallway to retrieve your shoes and sweater.

A few tears descend down Wanda’s cheeks, her brain running rampant, trying to figure out why you love her so much. Your heart so full and pure, even after knowing who she is and what she’s done you still love her. She whines her tears and begins walking down the hallway, stopping halfway when she hears you humming the lullaby she sings to you every night.

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Bucky

Bucky stands in the middle of the kitchen, his head facing the ceiling as he takes a deep breath in. You break out in another sob, your left arm flailing and landing on Bucky’s foot. “You feel any better lovie?” He questions, his tone bored and his head still pointed at the ceiling. “No, I can’t live like this!” You sob, tears still flowing down your face. Bucky begins to let his mind wander, trying to figure out why you are acting this distraught over the empty gummie box you found on the kitchen counter 6 minutes ago.

“Did Stevie put you down for a nap?” He questions, realizing Steve was babysitting you today during nap time, Bucky out doing mandatory paperwork for an upcoming mission. “He said I can’t tell you!” You say, your voice still weary and now exhausted. “Hmm.” Bucky sighs, your vague answer clearly a ‘no’. He now looks at you, your face still wet with tears, eyes red, but you now just look tired and worn out. Bucky knows Steve would have gladly eaten your gummies while babysitting, and Bucky also knows you probably feel like the world is ending right now.

He swiftly bends down and scoops you up, his hand going under your legs as your arms wrap around his neck. “Lovie let’s do bedtime a little early tonight okay?” He asks, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Okay.” You say, your voice barely audible, your almost asleep by the time he reaches your room.

He stands you up on the soft rug that sits on the floor, your eyes just slightly open as you yawn. “We can have gummies tomorrow right?” You sigh, your fingers weaving in and out. “Of course, why don’t we get some pancakes tomorrow morning and then stop by the store?” He smiles as he rummages through your dresser, trying to locate a soft pair of jammies. “Really!” You say as excitedly as possible. He nods, giving you a quick kiss atop our head.