#I see those too dw. I'm just slowly getting to them

[necrotic-nephilim]

bruce and alfred: *thinking they managed to tag team jason into staying the night at the manor* 🤡

tim: *just existing as tantalizing eye candy for jason* 😒

jason: 😏

help i love this i'm cackling-

i think it's funnier if Tim also doesn't know and half the fun for Jason is getting to stare down Tim and make Tim wonder what on earth is going through Jason's head. he'd probably assume it's an intimidation tactic, or Jason thinking about all the ways he wants to kill Tim. it's delightful miscommunication of Tim being wary around Jason, always expecting a fight. and Jason damn well knows it, but he does nothing to correct Tim's assumption. He likes seeing Tim tense and ready to throw hands at a moment's notice. Jason just likes seeing what Tim is capable of, knowing how dangerous the little rich kid is. he wants to see how long he can stare before Tim breaks and asks him what his problem is.

and of course, Bruce, Alfred, and Dick are obvious. Cass is curious but not interfering because she just wants to see where this goes. Bruce is so caught up in the happiness of Jason finally playing nice for once pulling his punches and being willing to listen to Bruce that he's overlooking the obvious tension. Jason hasn't actually hurt Tim yet, so Bruce can't get mad for a little staring. he reminds Tim to just not sink to Jason's level.

when Tim does break and he does call Jason out for it, Jason just makes a lewd comment. just to throw Tim off and see how Tim reacts. it sends Tim sputtering and doubting Jason. he calls Jason's bluff and well. we all know how that ends.

[oldwritingm]

South Park - Main 4 When You Fall Asleep Around Them

First post!! aa I'm nervous >-<

Kyle

You were studying together

Well, you were supposed to be studying together

Kyle was engrossed in a math problem. His eyes darted back and forth from the calculator to the paper; to him, nothing else existed in that moment

"Okay, what did you get for number..."

The words died in his throat when he noticed that you were asleep

He just kinda stared for a minute, blinking

You were hunched over, head resting atop your hands on the table

For a second he considered waking you up, but you looked too peaceful

He watched as your back slowly rose and fell with each breath, and found that it brought him peace too

A small smile graced his lips as he chose to get back to work

He tried to be as quiet as possible while he worked, cursing the clicky buttons on his calculator

He frequently stole glances at you as he went

He was finally compelled to wake you up when a drop of drool threatened to fall onto your homework under you

He had a good laugh at your startled reaction

dw, he made up for it by helping you finish your homework :)

Kenny

You were both laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling and taking turns ranting about whatever came to mind

Kenny had finished just finished his turn ranting

The longer the silence continued, the more concerned he got

He glanced over at you, surprised to find you asleep

“Geez, was I really that boring?”

He had said it loud enough that he hoped you would wake up, but you continued to snooze

He watched you for a minute, hoping for any sign that you were going to wake up

He wanted to keep talking with you!!

But he also didn’t want to disturb your sleep

So he went back to staring at the ceiling, lamenting the loss of company (conscious company, that is)

Eventually he started ranting again, but quietly

Just to fill the silence

When you woke up, you assumed you had only been out for a few minutes, since Kenny was still talking

You sputtered when you noticed it had been over an hour

The noise caught Kenny’s attention

“You’re awake! :D Sleep well?”

Stan

You were on the bus, sitting in the window seat with Stan next to you

You hadn’t said anything since getting on, so Stan tried to strike up some conversation

“Did you see that bug Cartman found in the cafeteria today? It was huge!”

He grinned at you as he said it, but his smile faltered as you remained turned away

He leaned forward a little, trying to see your face

He froze when he saw that you were asleep

Bro lowkey panicked: weren’t you uncomfortable with your head against the window? What if he accidentally woke you up?

Well, he had a solution to one of those concerns

He pulled out a spare beanie from his backpack and carefully placed it between your head and the window

He was still super nervous though

He kept his eyes locked on you, waiting for the slightest sign that you were about to wake up and praying that you’d just stay asleep

Cartman and Kyle tried to tease him, but he shushed them aggressively

When your stop finally came, he just about threw up as he gently shook your arm

He really wanted to let you sleep, but also knew that you wouldn’t want to miss your stop

He could hardly speak from being so nauseous, so when you finally roused he just pointed to the front of the bus

Thankfully he did not end up throwing up

Cartman

You were over at Cartman’s, watching a movie

“This movie sucks.”

He awaited your response: he was used to you either agreeing with his commentary or starting an argument over it

But when nothing came, he elbowed you

Well, he tried, but you had slumped over against the arm of the couch, so you were out of reach

He saw an opportunity and took it

Took a kajillion pictures and videos, most of him poking you or making you do stupid poses/faces, but some just of you being peaceful

All for “blackmail material,” of course

Totally not because you looked sweet when you slept

Eventually he got bored of messing with you

He could have gone back to watching the movie, but he needed someone to make fun of it with him

So he kicked you ��

You woke up with a start, shooting a glare at a cackling Cartman as you rubbed your shin where he kicked you

Your glare then shifted to the TV

“This movie sucks.”

“That’s what I said!”

Thank you for reading!!

(divider by saradika)

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Eggsy Unwin x Male reader

New Recruits pt.1

I just thought of this when we had a power outage. I was planning to also make this a slow burn type shit? Idk if I'm good with that, so I will give it a shot. I tried to proof read but got bored half way, hehe sowwy.

Warning: none

Enjoy 🫰

"Fall out."

Merlin said as Y/n stood in the control room, feeling his whole body, his pockets, searching for that one missing object.

"You alright there, Excalibur?"

Merlin asked me as he entered the control room looking at him with a questioning look.

"I think I forgot something in their dorms."

"You can get it after the test."

"I need to get it now, Merlin."

Y/n exited the control room and opened the door to the dorms. Merlin was right behind.

"You can get your stuff after, Excalibur."

He crossed his arms as he stood in the doorway while Y/n walked around the dorm. The candidates giving me a questioning look.

"And who are you, you look too pretty to be in that suit. How about taking it off?"

Chatlie said, so he heard Merlin call him earlier. Y/n merely glanced at him as he continued searching.

"Back off, Charlie, or I will not interfere with the consequences of your actions."

Merlin warned.

"What's wrong with flirting with a cute boy?"

Charlie responded with a smirk

"Excalibur, hurry up so the tests continues smoothly pls."

Merlin called out to Y/n as he was on his elbows and knees looking under the beds and everything.

"Just a moment, I see it."

He reached out his hand under one of the beds and pulled out a piece of paper. He stood up and smiled at Merlin while waving the paper.

"I found it!"

Y/n exclaimed in joy as he walked towards the exit and leaving, Merlin rolled his eyes.

"Excalibur?"

Eggsy asked with an amused smile.

"He is the weapon of Arthur."

Merlin said as he left the room not before saying goodnight to the candidates.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

Eggsy looked at Roxxie for answers but she shrugged.

"Just get to bed, we have quite a day ahead of us."

Roxxie said as they went to their beds.

A few hours after they got to bed to sleep, the room began to fill with water.

*You lot get this shit already, please I am too lazy to write the whole thing 😭😭😭 nothing changed dw.*

"Good job, Charlie and Roxxie for firguring it out, if some of you are still clueless, if you manage to get a tube down the U of a toilet you have unlimited air."

Merling said as he looked at the candidates.

"However, you all failed."

Y/n said with a smirk as he crossed his arms.

"What do you mean?"

Charlie asked with an angry tone.

"Watch your tone, boy."

Y/n gave him a glare, his previous cheery mood now gone.

"The vital asset we are looking for in a kingsman, is teamwork. Look back inside and see if you can spot the reason for your failure."

Y/n said with a serious tone, the candidates looked back inside the dorm to see the body of a girl lying there lifeless, some let out gasps of surprise.

"Excalibur will lead you all to your actual residence while in here."

"Hey, I thought you said I would only observe? I'm not even meddling this time."

Y/n crossed his arms in protest.

"Yea, and you can observe whether they won't have trouble getting to their beds."

Merlin smiled at Y/n.

"Whatever, baldie."

Y/n ran out of the room laughing after saying it, while Merlin was about to hit him with the clipboard in his hands. Some of the candidate let out laughs while the others snickers.

"Follow him and he will lead you to your beds. Bloody childish."

Merlin said as he also left the room.

"Where would he be?"

Roxxie tried to ask Merlin but he already left and her voice slowly getting more silent. After waiting a few moments they heard some ruffling behind them and Y/n jumped into the room through the broken mirror.

"I heard a door, is he gone?"

Y/n asked as he hid behind the candidate and peeked out.

"He left."

Roxxie replied, confused.

"Now, about those beds, I actually have no clue where."

Y/n walked infront of them and stood there with a sheepish smile.

"I know a bed you can join me in, Love."

Charlie flirted, Y/n just gave him a disgusted look and motioned for them to follow him. Some of the candidates laughed.

———

"Right, now as you already know, teamwork is the most vital quality of a kingsman."

Merlin said.

"So, you lot are going pick a dog for the rest of your recuitment process. Go ahead."

Y/n continued.

"Eggsy, that is uhmmm.. nevermind."

Y/n spoke up slightly snickering after he saw Eggsy pick up the pug, with delight. He knew then that Eggsy was clueless.

"yea?"

Eggsy said confused.

"Continue."

Y/n hid behind Merlin who also had a ghost of a smile.

"Now, all of you run around the place 10 times with your companions, and you are not allowed to pick them up."

Merlin said as Y/n went down the stairs on to the grass.

"Excalibur will be observing and making sure nothing bad happens or no one cheats."

Merlin went inside the building.

"Chop chop then, get your packs beside me and get to running."

Y/n pulled out his phone after saying it and began scrolling on social media. The candidates did as their told, grabbing a pack and began to run.

"Who are you, exactly?"

Eggsy asked as he stood beside Y/n.

"Get to running before I give you a reason to run."

Y/n responded not even glancing at him.

"Can't you answer a simple question?"

"Can't you do a simple command?"

Y/n now stood up, 'he's just as tall as Harry.'

Eggsy thought to himself.

"Start running."

Y/n leaned down to come face to face with Eggsy. After few seconds, Y/n stood back straight and let out a way too high pitched whistle.

"Are you trying to defean me to run?"

"Look behind you."

Eggsy looked behind him just in time to see two massive dogs running towards them. He immediately picked up his pug and hid behind Y/n.

"Pick, you run of your own free will or you run for your life?"

Y/n asked as he stepped aside, the two dogs sat infront of them looking intensely as Eggsy.

"Former, thank you."

He said as he began to run.

"No carrying your dog or these two will have a snack."

Y/n shouted, as Y/n was about to sit on the grass the massive dogs jumped on him, nearly suffocating him and their fur was just too much and they kept licking his face. He let out a few screams of their names and soon he managed to stand up and began to run away fromt he dogs. But he was ultimately unsuccessful and the dogs tackled him and began licking his face and wagging their tails.

As this was happening the candidates that were near Y/n or heard his screams stopped to look at what was happening. They were laughing at his expense, after a few moments the dogs got bored and laid down of him, one on his chest and the other on his belly, bothe crosswise.

"Fucking hell, you lot should be running."

Y/n tried to scold them but he was having difficulty breathing with the dogs on him.

"Can someone help? I may be strong but if you have these two ass hats on you, your will to live becomes non-existent."

He managed to say even tho he was minutes away from passing out. The candidates' laughs were slowly dying down and they tried to help Y/n.

"Jesus, what the fuck are these dogs made of?"

Charlie said as the dogs refused to get up, and i stead of biting them, the dogs just let them to whatever.

"Usually they are very curious and try to explore new people, not in that way."

Y/n managed to free his arm under the dog and began tried to get his upper body up. He failed, horribly.

"Fuck sake."

He said out of breath as the candidates were tired and just sat beside him petting the dogs.

"What the fuck, stop petting them and help me."

Y/n said angrily, Eggsy began to pet Y/n's hair.

"Are you taking the piss, Unwin?"

Roxxie let out a snort as she saw.

"Excalibur, What the bloody hell is happening?"

Harry shouted from the stairs and began to make his way towards them.

"Dogs."

Y/n managed to shout out.

"(You decide on the dog names), come on, get off him."

Harry said as he tried to get the dogs off Y/n, they immediately got off him and began licking Harry's face.

"Fucking finally."

Y/n said as he sat up and took deep breaths.

"Hurry up, Merlin needs to have word with them."

Harry got up with the dogs standing beside him as he motioned to the candidates.

"You heard the man, fuck off."

Y/n laid back down on the grass.

"You're not off the hook for petting me instead, Unwin."

Y/n shouted and Harry let out an amused chuckle.

"I missed a lot, must've been fun?"

Harry sat down beside Y/n as one of the dogs went away and the other laid down beside Harry and rested it's head on his lap and he started petting it.

"I need to have words with that boy of yours, Hart."

"And you will."

.

[dannyz0ur]

hello! I was wondering if you could do a EJ with a male or gn s/o who cooks really well, and tries to cook kidneys in different ways for him?

Have a good day!

I didn't know what format you wanted this in so I improvised a bit heh :'3 hope you enjoy~!

Eyeless Jack x male!reader who cooks his fav organ in different ways! :3

ok so... i hope we all know human meat has to be cooked in a different way than regular meat...

yk for safe consumption and stuff... but guess what!! Jack eats that shit raw so dw about food safety!!

unless you're gonna eat it as well, then be careful

but overall just worry about seasoning it well, man!

So I think if you asked Jack if you could try and cook for him he'd be... at least skeptic at first

he likes the taste of kidneys raw, he's always eaten them that way, why change that?

but he can't say no to you, he'll let you experiment...

and obviously you will fail once or twice... and Jack will not tell you...

Jack takes a bite of the kidney stew you improvised for him while you stood by his side, eagerly waiting for his reaction. He takes a second to taste the food well, slowly chewing, not showing you much of a reaction. Or so you think... because he was doing his best not to cringe... some foods are just not meant to be prepared in certain ways... "so... how is it..?" you curiously asked your lover. He swallowed with somewhat evident difficulty before answering, giving you an empathic smile. "it's... interesting... but I'm afraid my apetite isn't very open right now, my dear... I'll finish this later. Thank you." He gets up from his seat with the plate in hand, kisses your forehead, and puts it away in the fridge. Later that day you don't see the food anymore, so you assumed he actually liked it and ate all of it. Maybe you should make it for him more often!!

please don't he threw it all away ALONG with the ingredients to make that stew

if you ask him to go get more of those he'll subtly tell you to try other recipies...

but that's ok!!! he loves you and your cooking!! he'll try literally everything you make, just try and explore with him to see what turns out the best!!

make them grilled, bbq, literally however you think it'll taste good and he'll try it! don't expect objective criticism though... he's too polite to actually tell you if it's good or bad... you'll have to take the little hints he gives you

I thought about this as soon as I saw the req... if you didn't like it or wanted something else let me know 😭 this is my first time doing asks I wanna get better :3

Have a great day!! <3 remember reqs are open and I pinned characters I'll write for!

[waffleboyy]

Oooh you make a point of how forgiving Hazel is for Dev, i love them both but ur right lmfo. Maybe she’s so forgiving as she has a therapist for a mum? And she’s more aware of how someone can come to be so mean because of life experiences than other kids her age. There comes a point where you’ve tried all you can tho and then it’s up to the other person. I think a good way to make it seem less one sided is to have Hazel do something that DEV must forgive her for! For 1- good growth for Dev! For 2- makes Hazel more interesting (I adore her dw she’s good as she is but this could ADD even more to her y’know?) and more real I guess. Which makes me wonder WHAT Hazel could do that would have her need to be forgiven, maybe trying to be helpful and kind like her mum she’ll pry too much with Dev? Try to ‘fix’ him vibes?’ What do you think?

Ohhhh.... I like this idea, yes. I feel like Hazel doesn't have as many flaws as dev (obviously cuz he's a neglected brat lol) like we know she struggles with thinking that maybe people only like her cuz they feel bad as was briefly stated in that one episode, (can't remember AUGH) she's also very quick to come to conclusions, and some other stuff too I can't think of right now.

I definetly think she would try to be more supportive and help him bunches but Hazel also knows when to quit as seen in the birthday episode. In my head it would be like the dimmadome founders day episode, like when dev was trying to save Hazel from being spotted by the au pairs by taking her hat, but eventually Hazel takes it the wrong way and believes that dev was just being a jerk.

....So.. hear me out. What if Dale kidnaps Cosmo and wanda? (I know dev doesn't know fairies exist now but JUST FOR THIS SCENARIO OKAY LOL) I'm not sure exactly how or what would happen, but dev finds Cosmo and wanda captured in some sort of device that's slowly killing them since they can't make wishes. They're sick and in pain, rainbow vomit all over their clothes and dev is hastily trying to get whatever's captured them to let loose, pulling buttons and levers. because he knows those are hazels fairies, and he knows that she loves them, she deserves them, he wants to be a good friend he needs to not screw up this one time and--

Peri and hazel burst through a door, Peri was almost captured by Dale but was able to escape, gathering Hazel up to help him in the process. They see dev near Cosmo and wanda, dying, and hazel just snaps.

Seeing her god parents hurt makes her so upset, angry, Peri quickly flies over and scrambles to set them free, meanwhile Hazel has a word with dev, talking about how this is the second time, and questioning why can't he ever be nice? Why did he target her fairies specifically? Why her? Why was he always picking on her? She says that she knows that Dale isn't kind but hurting her and her innocent god parents isn't gonna help, she tells him she's angry and sad, she thought they were friends and that she could trust him, dev tries to explain himself but Hazel has just had enough (rightfully so, even if this time it wasn't dev's fault) she says he's a jerk, and he should leave her alone forever, even at school, and she regrets even trying to be friends with him ..

Uh anyway...yeah, I LOVE MISUNDERSTANDINGS! AMAYBE I'll draw this lol

[that-weird-mime]

~And give me just one more chance, one more glance ~And I will make of you, yeah, I'm gonna make of you ~Another Believer

(TW for disturbing imagery + sort've gore) So, I just watched Pelo's COMEDY animation and. It was such a fever trip. But it's nice to know where this comedian guy came from because now I'm kind of obsessed. But I've never seen anyone draw it as like. You know. An Eldritch creature considering the video and everything Spooky Month stands for (even if it's not really part of spooky month. Think it would fit right in though!) So yeah! Below are some art and headcannon if y'all want to see! (And dw, I'll get some puppet au stuff drawn today. I love glass angel Gregor as much as y'all do)

HCs time!

I love the headcannon that Rick and Comedian are brothers since they share a VA and look so similar. And I'd thought it would be funny that since my Comedian is eldritch in nature, Rick is too. But like, he just doesn't care enough to use or show his eldritch powers since he's depressed.

It's hypersensitive to audience reactions. So if you try to get up to use the bathroom during its show, everyone that's 'fake' in the audience and Comedian will watch you get up. And it won't say a word until you're sitting back down. And God forbid you try leaving. (Where else is it going to get spare eyes?)

Speaking of which, it doesn't need eyes to see. So those things fall out all the time. If you smack the back of its head, it's eyes will shoot out like gumballs (eww that's a visual). Luckily, it has a spare in case that happens. (You can probably spot where the spare is..)

If you get it to really laugh, it struggles to keep up its human appearance. You know your joke is good when this guy is *literally* falling at the seams laughing at it.

Its shows slowly gets more and more horrific as it gets more and more into it but it tries to hold back if there are a lot of normal people in the audience.

Dunno if y'all looked at the audience at the end of that animation but only the drunk guy was real. I like to think it summons a whole bunch of shadows to laugh along for the sake of its ego. You know there's about to be a show when a lot of the people around you are weirdly giggly..

The cult knows about it. And it's actually pretty polite to a majority of the cultists, liking to make them laugh with morbid jokes (it's rather popular with Bob and maybe Ignacio!) However, it makes fun of Skiddad all the time just for the sake of it (plus the only jokes he likes are dad jokes, which it doesn't like doing all the time.)

Lets be honest. If you say the number 69 in front of it, it'll giggle.

End of the day, it's actually rather benevolent and lives off laughter. Just stroke its ego and listen to its whole, horrific show, and it'll pat your back and call you a beautiful audience.

[zushikiss]

A kiss will make it better!

summary ; them asking for a kiss while being injured

warnings ; mentions of wounds and blood! nothing too fatal and i don't overly describe them so dw ^^, use of petnames!

pairings ; venti, heizou, childe, ayato x gn!reader

notes ; y'know it alr, another repost!

─ VENTI

venti almost never comes home with wounds, you don't know exactly how but whenever he does he's so pouty about it, he whines that it hurts so much and that you need to take care of him!! and who are you to decline such a tempting request? specially when he's looking at you with those big puppy eyes that you just can't say no to.

"but y/nnn, why don't you tend to my bruises? look! your dearest most beloved bard is bleeding !! doesn't that worry you one bit?"

you sigh as you jokingly roll your eyes, the smile on your face doesn't go unnoticed, venti lets out an amused giggle as you get your first aid kit, he absolutely loves seeing you tend to him.

he simply adores the focused look on your face, your touches are feather-like, you're absolutely trying your best to not press on his wounds, further hurting him.

he makes a satisfied sound as your eyes travel to his face, a genuine smile on his face as he watches you wrap the bandage around his knee, he's sitting on your counter as you try your best to clean the wound but you can't exactly focus with this extremely attractive bard staring at you.

"ven you're staring, stop."

"why? can't i just look at my beautiful s/o as they very carefully tend to my wounds?"

almost a year of being with him yet his words still fluster you, the grin on his face never leaves as you finally finish wrapping his wound with the bandage, your eyes look at him as he only stares right back at you, that giddy smile still on face.

"are you finally satisfied, my love?"

"i don't knoww, maybe a kiss will make me feel better!"

you chuckle as you lean in, your lips are soft against his, the kiss is so delicate and soft, it was somewhat quick but it felt like forever, his smile still evident on his face even after you pull away.

if he gets a kiss like that everytime you tend to his wounds, he might just come home all beat up.

─ HEIZOU

heizou lets out a crooked smile as your eyes instantly fill with worry, how could you not be worried? your dear detective comes home late at night and with a wound on his head!

"zou i thought you said you were gonna be careful.."

you said with a slight pout as he enters the bedroom, he faceplants onto the bed as he hugs your waist, your hand instinctively playing with his hair as he lets out a small hum.

"i was being careful sweetheart, i just didn't expect the ronins to actually use their fists! i was so surprised that it caught me off guard, i'm sorry sweetie.."

"sit up zou, i'll clean it for you, mmk?"

his face lights up as he sits down on the edge of the bed, you grab the first aid kit that was on top of your dresser, after all being wounded wasn't exactly new, specially witj heizou being a detective and all that.

he opens his arms for you as his eyes land on his lap, very clearly looking at it as if gesturing for you to sit, you gave him a slight chuckle as you obliged, grabbing the rag from the first aid kit before taking a seat on his comfortable lap.

his eyes are on you the entire time, admiring you as you tend to his wound, your fingers carefully run over the dried blood with a damp brush as you attempt to clean it up the best you could.

even after you finish, your boyfriend's gaze is still locked onto you, you just looked so goddamn enticing under the dim fluorescent lights of your shared bedroom, hmm this moment would be perfect if you just leaned in a bit to kiss him, his eyes slowly trailing to your lips.

as if you read his mind, you leaned in just enough so you can feel his breath fanning over your face, he looks at you, searching for your consent as you gave him a small nod, he locks his lips with yours, his kisses are always breathtaking, he thinks the same with yours, he can't just kiss you once so he leans in for more.

you struggle to keep up as you kiss back feverishly, he pulls away for breath as his head leans on your shoulder, giving you tiny neck kisses.

"gosh, you are just perfect."

─ CHILDE

well, it is tartaglia we're talking about so do expect him with at least a small wound after work, once you hear the door open you grab the small box filled with several medicines and a couple other things to patch up your dear harbinger.

as if on cue, childe emerges into the room as he sees you on the bed, peacefully waiting for his arrival while reading a book, your eyes immediately land on the small wound on his stomach, his gaze travel to where your eyes are and he removes his top as if to tell you that you can clean it.

it's small enough that you can fit a bandaid on top, you took out a bandaid, some cotton balls, and some alcohol as you start to clean his wound, he lets out a hiss as you swipe the alcohol infused cotton ball over his gash, his hands instinctively searching for yours.

you hold his hand as your thumb sooths over his hand in an attempt to comfort him, it seemed to work, for the most part at least, you put a bandaid on top of the wound to finish it off as he slides into a more comfortable t-shirt.

he lays down as you instinctively lay your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his figure, trying your best to avoid the wound.

"you missed a step on cleaning my wound."

"huh? no i didn-"

"yes. yes you did. i need my kiss."

he pouts as roll your eyes in faux annoyance, you press his lips against his as his arms pulls you closer, on of your hands land on his chest, the kiss comes to an end as you pull away before admiring your boyfriend, you lay your head on his chest once more as you finally drift off to sleep.

"i don't deserve you y/n, you're too good to me."

─ AYATO

ayato doesn't always go on missions himself, however it seems as if this one expedition just needed his presence, the door to your bedroom opens as your dear yashiro commisioner walks inside.

he was clearly tired, he landed on the bed with a soft thump as he takes his spot besides you, you give him a small smile as you pat his head softly, his lip is busted, dried blood surrounding the small wound.

"let me clean that for you, my darling."

you grab the small box in your bedside table's drawer as you grab a cutip, you drench it in alcohol as you softly run it over ayato's lips.

he slightly winces when the cutip makes contact with his wound, to which you mutter a small sorry, he only smiles as he lets you finish your job, once you throw the used cutip away he pouts at you, inderectly asking for a kiss.

you're used to his antic as you lean in to give him a kiss, it was soft and almost feather-like, his lips barely grazing over yours, yet the kiss was filled with love, he looked at you as he hugged your waist before closing his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep.

well he could get used to this.

[boonsmoon]

Here I'll throw ya one. On another blog, they were chatting about Raditz with a crush, and now it's all I can think about. In most fics I've read he boinks Reader/Whoever pretty fast (and those fics are amazing and I love every bit of it), but I have been super curious about what it'd look like for him to slowly open up to and get a crush. How he'd act and all that.

Would he be all tsundere and deny it? Would he try and woo us (and probably fail miserably)?

i literally love this?? brainrotting over it now Raditz my beloved <3 im gonna bsffr, this was a self-indulgent piece

Request Chungus Masterlist Dragon Ball Masterlist Raditz x f!reader Genres: Headcanons|Fluff|Romantic

Raditz With A Crush

With a human crush:

so first of all- you're human, he's saiyan, and he sees a problem with this (even before the crush)

so i read on the saiyan wiki that saiyan men LOVE strong women, so you're very feisty and will absolutely butt heads with him, no questions asked

at first he's annoyed like "the AUDACITY of this human to oppose me???"

but then it kinda becomes a thing between yall and he's like "man the audacity lol" and he finds it kinda hot

more time passes and yall spend more time together before it passes the territory of "hey, friends don't do that!" and like everyone points it out (yes he survived the piccolo beam :3 or the dragon balls brought him back idk you choose)

but everyone starts to point out the staring and how he oddly is nicer to you🤨hmmmmm

at first for a few months he's like "me? with a human? grossss"

but then Goku and Vegeta are like "humans are kinda goated, we literally have kids with them" so Raditz does some self reflecting

he realizes that he'd totally get with you if you WERE a saiyan so maybe the human barrier is kinda dumb

after this conclusion he makes it his mission to make you fall madly in love with him

every fic i've read of this man portrays him as a frat boy or sex god, and while i LOVE that for him, i'm a firm believer he's an awkward loser when it comes to romance

he flirts with you but in the saiyan way and there are lots of mixed signals

"fight me!" "no?? hEY-" he's already trying to attack you :/

he eventually learns humans are "lame" and do "boring" things for romance, like movie dates or eating out (cringe, right?)

"h-hey human! wanna go to that p-place you keep talking about?" you're thinking for minute because?? THE Raditz stuttered? crazy

but he takes it wrong and assumes you don't want to, so it's a 5min argument convincing him to go💀

similar scenarios happen for a few more months and it literally eats him alive how slow this is moving, it's killing you too dw

after like a year of human dates he starts ranting because you point out that he seemed kinda tense lately

"well i don't know what i'm doing half the time on this planet, i have to live with being the weakest of my race, i can barely stand to be next to you without burning alive-" he kept ranting but your mind blanked after you heard that

with a smile you began to poke him "you likeee me" the HUMILIATION on this saiyans face "you like likeee me"

not how he hoped it'd go, but you two are very happy together :3

With a saiyan crush:

pretty sure it was in canon lore the only remaining saiyans were male, so um, you're the only surviving female, yippee?

you have many suitors to choose from, but uh, most weren't very appealing

and tbh, Vegeta was never an option, you were a peasant or whatever, so he was grossed out🤮couldn't properly carry out the royal bloodline i guess

because Raditz and you were both weak by saiyan standards, you were paired together often, strength in numbers, right?

this crush developed much faster purely because you bonded over:

similar experiences in society and on the battlefield

near death experiences bring people closer than you think

this doesnt mean he acted faster or accepted it any quicker

he was in denial at first because "she's just a friend!" hmmm ok bud

you two started getting split from each other and working with different partners which is what left him to fully realize his crush

this was mostly due to his jealousy of you spending a lot of time with someone other than him, and that he yearned for your presence often while gone

after figuring out "oh! i like her" instead of telling you, he hid it

not because he was scared no, but because he wasn't prepared for the emotional damage when one of you died and left the other to weather frieza's tyranny alone. he didn't want to be without you or leave you alone in this place

it was after he went to earth and nearly died to Kakarot and Piccolo he was like "erm, i'm gonna say something"

after making it back barely alive he eventually recovered and told you how he felt

his story of how strong earths warriors are made you question staying with the frieza force until it was safe to leave

once Vegeta and Nappa decided to invade earth, you and Raditz tagged along secretly and started to live happy lives as the weirdos next door :3

idk if i'll ever create headcanons as lengthy as these ever again

btw i have 2 Raditz fics in the works tee hee

[the-illiterate-pirate]

4k words of drunk Anasui baby!!!! I don't have much to say so let's get in to it

I'm trying something different. What do y'all think about the header? Looks good, yeah, yeah??

Dancing with a Stranger

Notes: SFW, hurt/comfort?, starts off a little sad, a lot of talk about Anasui feeling like the gang does care about him :(, fem!reader, drinking, needy Ana, literally sleeping with a stranger, dw you take good care of him and you get breakfast, this is less romantic pairing and more you playing babysitter

Btw dividers used below are not mine, credit goes to @/cafekitsune, big fan of their work!

It was happening again. Anasui could feel the atmosphere change around him at the drop of a drink. All at once the noise of that dingy bar he was in became so hard to ignore. Who knew that such a tiny building could hold so much noise.

They were supposed to be there together, drinking away the week's stress from work, studies, and tests. And Anasui had the pleasure to watch the only four people he cared about leave, two at a time. Jolyne was getting hyper. By the time Hermes was able to wrestle her out the door she had her knee on a neighboring table, trying to pick a fight with a guy twice her size that she deemed was too loud. Hermes had apologized, leaving both their half of the bill while she took Jolyne to their car.

Following a little after, Foo Fighters needed to be taken home, too. Always the lightweight. They were never good at holding their alcohol. Their face was about the same shade of green as their hair by the time Weather decided to drive them home.

And that left Anasui, rotting, left alone with nothing but his thoughts. Something he didn't like. He was sure he heard Weather speak softly to him. A gentle, "will you be okay by yourself?" Anasui wasn't sure if he responded coherently. Or if he just kept staring at the peeling booth in front of him, realization of what was happening slowly starting to sink in.

And the bar became too loud. His little bubble of security was popped, being flooded by all of those negative thoughts and ideas once again like a punctured submarine. And there Anasui sat, in a far off corner of the building in a booth seat alone, with only his iced down liquor to console him. He loved his friends, he loved them deeply, even more than his own self. But he hated the feelings they left him with to fight alone. A dark, deep set hunger he wasn't sure how to satisfy. A painful panging in his chest for something more. It made it all the more tempting to find something to feed his humiliating ticks.

He was alone now, depressive thoughts slowly circling and constricting his alcohol ladened mind, like how his finger followed the rim of his glass. Tonight was the last day he had to enjoy his time with friends. By the time the sun rose tomorrow morning, the girls would all be busy with school, whereas Weather Report and Foo Fighters would go on with work. Leaving him to drown in more school work with other idiots who classified him as a human garbage fire. It'd be another seven days until he could wrap himself in the embrace of his friends once more and forget everything for a short while. But now, he was left to shiver in the cold leather booth that stuck to his bare skin.

Anasui decided one more drink wouldn't hurt. Or two. Maybe three.

           

               

You weren't Anasui's original target. Simply put you were stuck in the crossfire between him and a friend, playing shield to a man cowering under the woman's menacing fist.

You just got out of the bathroom.

"It is way too late for this." You exhaled noisily. After pinching the bridge of your nose you took a once over of your damsel in distress. He looked familiar, and pathetic, as the only regular you knew that wore so much fishnet, plus the hot pink hair was a dead giveaway. Normally you'd see him every Saturday night in a group of five. Your friends usually left before they did, but tonight flew a little south. One of your girlfriends was hitting a lucky streak with the pretty bartender, it took an extra hour for her to seduce them into giving her free drinks and a ride home. That left you, two drunks to babysit, and the other designated driver. Oh, and the koala glued to your back.

"What did he even do?"

"Asshole tried to grope me!" Helena shouted, pointing an accusing finger at behind your back. "Called me by some other chick's name and threw himself at me! Do you know this guy?!"

"Hela, don't you think it's obvious this guy is drunk? He must've thought you were someone else!" You were already over this. But no one was going home until everything was settled.

Come to think of it, you have seen this guy with a girl before. Black locks, tan skin. From a distance, you could see where he was coming from. Being drunk probably didn't help either. "Huh. You kinda do look like her." You confirmed with a tilt of your head, eyeing her hair.

"Yer agreeing with this dick?! So you do know him!" You groaned in frustration.

Helena wasn't going to quit without an apology. That was how she rolled. You really needed to quit giving the angry drunk liquor... Or keep her confined to her apartment.

Luckily for you Stacy was there to calm her down. After a painfully slurred apology from the man in mesh, it was deemed good enough. Although barely. Helana's designated driver hauled her out to the car, you and your other friend following outside. She was still sipping away on a bright blue fruity drink, watching the show in the car go down.

You looked between her and your new "friend".  Definitely not fit to stay here by himself. Now he was leaning on you for support, swaying on his feet, shivering. Jeez, curse your bleeding heart. You couldn't leave him like this.

Roxanne felt your gaze, slurping down the final gulp of her drink before turning to you. "What are you thinking 'bout, baby driver?"

You took a deep breath. "Rox, I know this is gonna sound crazy, but would you mind staying with Stacy and Hela tonight? I wanna stick around and help this oaf."

"Oooohh," Roxanne wiggled her eyebrows, slurping down the nothing in her cup and making an annoying noise. "I can do it, but I didn't think you were the type to pick up boys at a place like this."

"Not a chance. I just wanna help this guy get home."

"Suuure," Her bright blue eyes rolled back in her head. She dropped the glass at the door of the bar, before sauntering to the car with her other two friends acting giggly. Stacy didn't seem to mind. the five of you were always sleeping over at each other's abodes. Most of the time it was to your house because you were the only one that didn't have to worry about neighbors. You had already finished college, found a great job and made the big bucks. You were the team's honorary sugar momma.

Speaking of... You didn't think you saw any of them pay for the tab. Damnit. That left you to do it.

"Those..."

You waved your friends goodbye, a pleasant but forced smile on your lips while Roxanne waved back, riding off back to Helena and Stacy's campus.

"Bitches." You finished strong once their car disappeared. You sighed.. Whatever, you'll get back at them. Somehow.

From behind you, the drunk hiccuped, taking you out of your revenge fantasies. He was nuzzled into your collar, appreciating the feel of your shirt. It would've been cute, if he was. I don't know. A child.

Wait. Right. Finding this guy's owners.

"Okay man, let's find your friends." You huddled back into the bar, first paying off your friend's tab, second scanning the tables and the booths for any faces that wrung any bells.

"Hey. Hey, pinky. Where did you and your friend's sit?" It was worth a shot. Luckily, it worked, the guy pointed a weak finger at the corner of the room with a booth. But the booth was empty, already cleaned, no glasses or plates or anything.

"What the..?" You turned around, lightly gripping his shoulders to make him look you in the eye. "Hey, listen. What's up? Did your friends already leave, or-?"

"They left." He confirmed with a sniffle. "They left already. Without me. I'm...."

Like it finally hit him what happened, he froze. Tears began to show in his eyes as he gripped tighter on to your cardigan. "I'm all alone."

"Oh! Oh, jeez, okay," He practically threw himself at you, silently shaking. His sighs vibrated against your neck as he tried to find his breath. "I don't wanna be alone anymore. Please... Please don't leave me..."

No. Were you actually thinking about taking this stranger to your house? What were the odds that this guy was some insane murderer, and this was all some elaborate plan? Looking down at him right now, he didn't seem vicious. Just very, very... sad. He was acting like a lost puppy.

God. You were actually going through with this.

Tab paid. Dog man in toe. You walked back outside to your car. You had his arm slung around your shoulder to lead him to the vehicle faster. He was still mumbling incoherently, but at least he wasn't crying anymore. You weren't sure your poor heart could handle it. "Hey, real quick, can you tell me your name?"

You finally got him into the passenger seat. Immediately he curled himself into a little ball, shivering from the surprisingly cool summer air. Then again, he was only wearing mesh, that was probably why. "It's Anasui." You heard him whisper, huddling closer. You paused, before shouldering off your cardigan, throwing it over his arms. You gave him your name.

"Listen Anasui. I'm taking you to my house. After you get some sleep and sober up I can take you back to your place. Does that sound okay?" You paused again, then added softly, "I'm not gonna leave you alone tonight, alright?"

He sniffled. "Alright."

Great.

Then you were off. The drive home was a  little uncomfortable. The silence was deafening, and there wasn't anything good on the radio this late at night. 

"Damnit..." You gave up, staying on a station playing early 2000's hits with the volume on low. Not exactly your cup of tea, but Anasui seemed to take interest in it. You didn't know what song was playing. It was some sort of pop, but on the slower side. Anasui sounded like he knew the song by heart. He mouthed gibberish into his headrest, eyes closed, fingers lightly tapping the beat. It was kind of sweet, even if you couldn't understand a word he was saying. But the thought immediately turned sour as you were reminded that this Anasui guy was just drunk, and you'd just found him alone at a bar. "Tch, I can't believe your friends would just abandon you like that." You remark offhandedly, not expecting any response. You're surprised when you do get one.

"They didn't leave me drunk." Anasui sighed, burrowing his face deeper into the fabric of his seat. "Leas' I was sober when they left."

"So why did you start to drink more? Why not leave? That's so..." You didn't want to scold a grown man. "...That sounds very irresponsible."

"I know." He mourns. "I was'n thinkin'. I'm so stupid."

You've finally stopped the car in the driveway up to your house. It was a nice house. You were proud of it. Anasui seemed to think so, too. You get out, swiftly making it over to his side and opening his car door. "You're not stupid," You assured him, waiting for the man bundled in cotton to unbuckle his seatbelt. "Some people just make some bad decisions. Look at me and you, we're still young, it's bound to happen."

Anasui was able to get out without help, still clutching to your cardigan like a lifeline. The same couldn't be said for the walk up to your porch. "Besides. Sometimes we just need some help getting through a rough patch. I can't blame you for that."

You unlock the front door. The house was deep black inside. You didn't think to leave any lights on. Not that it mattered, your eyes had already adapted to the night, Anasui behind you would probably get sick if you turned them on now. And you knew your house like the back of your hand.

Unfortunately. Anasui didn't.

"Ow!"

"Sorry! The door leads to the dining room. Just follow behind me, I'll try not to let you bump into anything else." Try was the key word.

You praised your past self for choosing the room on the bottom floor as your own. Upstairs was the guest room, and you didn't feel like lugging Mr. Tipsy up the stairs. He would be okay in yours for a night.

You liked your room a whole lot. Maybe you splurged a little more than you should have after you moved in, but your teen self would've been so happy. And the best part? Dimmer switch.

The room was illuminated by the warm lights in the ceiling, but only the softest glow that allowed you to see under your feet and the scattered posters on the farthest wall. You deposited Anasui on your bed, before moving to your dresser, pushing past your favorite shirts and others you couldn't remember wearing in the past year. You seriously needed to throw them out. But for sentimentalities sake, you couldn't bring yourself to.

A white shirt caught your attention. An old, extra large Van Halen shirt you got for your last birthday as a last ditch attempt for a gift, with the "Panama" cherub on the front with his cigarettes. You liked it enough, even if it was a little big. You just needed something that could fit the redhead on your bed, because surely those fishnets were not comfortable at all.

He looked about ready to conk out, as he was barely holding on by the time you came back. The cardigan was placed delicately to the side as he swayed in place. Looking very, very sleepy. "Here's this. You don't need to strip if you don't want to, but I thought you'd appreciate it better than that mesh crap." You offered him the shirt, explaining the deal. You weren't even halfway through with your last sentence before Anasui began to peel off his skimpy outfit and his hat-thing, you watched in a mixture of shock and impress at how easy it was, to both strip with an audience, and just in general. You weren't sure if you could've pulled it off so easily.

"...Right. I'll be back, I'm just gonna get you some makeup wipes real quick," You had to peel your eyes away from his physique. He was godly. He was able to keep that lean figure without sacrificing the muscles, incredible!

But no! You mustn't let your mind wander. Anasui was drunk and sad, the last thing he needed was some stranger ogling his muscles.

You found those makeup wipes, along with some Advil and two sips of water for you and your new friend. This whole fiasco as well as the headache from babysitting Helena and Roxxy wasn't helping you focus.

When you got back, Anasui's mesh was at the foot of his bed, with him huddled underneath your thick and very pale comforter. Two totally different alarms started buzzing in your head. The one warning you of expensive makeup staining your sheets, another making the painfully clear observation of the skirt and go-go boots next to Anasui's outfit. His lower half was underneath the covers, you prayed he was wearing something underneath.

"H-Hey! You aren't off the hook yet, sit up so I can clean your face!" Anasui complained with an outraged moan, but he got up anyway. He took his medicine while you prepared the wipes for his face.

You took him into a gentle hold under his chin, beginning at the mascara that stained his pretty cheeks. The way he held eye contact the whole time unnerved you slightly, put you powered on, tossing the old wipe to the side to get a new one for his lips. The lipstick stained his mouth a pretty shade of pink. You leaned back to get a good look at your work. He looked a lot better without the makeup, his natural beauty taking you by surprise. Maybe the dim lights wouldn't see you blush. Hopefully.

There was a light pause. This time, it was Anasui getting embarrassed by the attention. He looked to his lap, and the hands he rested there.

"Do.... Do you think my friends hate me?"

You tossed the used wipes away, looking back at the man to answer truthfully. "I don't think they do." You moved back to the bed, "But, I do think they don't understand what's going on in that head of yours. I don't think they knew leaving you alone was gonna do... this to you."

You were interrupted by Anasui propping his head on your stomach. He was affectionate like a cat, hands wrapping around your waist. Subconsciously your hand went up to brush through his hair. Tonight was full of firsts, why stop now.

"You should try to talk to them about it, I'm sure they'll understand."

"And what if I was right, and they leave me if I told them?" It felt weird to have him talk against your stomach.

"Then they aren't real friends, are they? Anyway, I'm sure that's just your head lying to you." You couldn't get over how insane his hair was. It was silky soft, without any tangles. You were adult enough to admit you were jealous. "And on the tiniest, minute off chance I'm wrong, you could hang out with me and the girls! I promise Helena is super cool when we aren't out drinking." He didn't talk back immediately, and instead of agreeing he asked, "You're not leaving, are you?"

"Well, I was expecting to sleep upstairs and give you your privacy," You sighed, beginning to think that was just wishful thinking. Anasui finally looked up at you, violet irises sparkling like puppy eyes. "Stay here with me, please?" You echoed back the same groan he made previously, but you guess deep down, you really didn't mind. You just wanted the guy to feel better. Plus, you were tired, and ready to have this night end. "Fine. Just let me change in the bathroom quick, then I'll get in bed."

By the time you got out again, he was already dozing off in the covers. Again, you were envious of his skill to fall asleep so quickly.

You got an extra cover, not chancing sharing one with him, whether he was half naked or just a blanket hog. The room was extra cold, so you made sure to get a big one. You could finally get into bed, your sore muscles immediately relaxing into the mattress. In the blink of an eye, Anasui sensed the new presence, quickly sliding over to mooch off of your body heat. You've officially given up, allowing him to stay close. He smelled good, at least, and it felt nice to cuddle. Maybe it was wrong to admit to liking sharing your bed with a stranger, but you couldn't say no to Ana. Maybe in the near future he wouldn't be a stranger, maybe this didn't need to be a one time thing. You weren't in love with this guy, not by a long shot. He was emotional and clingy. But maybe you could grow to like him more. And if you didn't start to develop those feelings, maybe he could stick around as a new buddy? Maybe keep this one away from the juice, though.

   

Anasui woke up the next morning alone, in a bedroom he didn't recognize. He was scared for a second, but he got to calming back down quick. He didn't feel sticky, or gross. He was clothed, well, for the most part. Nothing hurt aside from his splitting head and his empty stomach. The smell of cooking food didn't help it at all.

He looked around. The new morning light lit up the place in warm oranges and yellows. There were clothes scattered around the floor, metal and classic rock posters on the wall next to the big window, the two dressers in the room were covered with carelessly placed books and knick knacks and trinkets that didn't go together. Was he picked up by a teenager?

The door opened, Anasui threw his covers over himself in surprise. He recognized your pretty face. Speckled with a drunken haze that gave you a glow like a halo. Imagining you seeing him in such a state made his cheeks hot, but he tried to ignore it.

"Morning!" You chirped. "How're you feeling?"

Bad. Anasui wanted to say. "Sober." He said instead. At the same time his head throbbed, and Anasui grabbed at his crown, groaning in pain. He changed his mind. "And bad. Everything hurts."

You nodded, "I'll go get you some pain meds, one sec."

He took the two pills gratefully once you came back, along with a cold water bottle that tasted like the nectar of the gods. "Thank you." He said. After a pause he added, "I wasn't too much trouble last night, was I?"

"No way," You giggled. "It's nothing I haven't had to deal with before."

Memories started to trickle in to Anasui. Memories of watching Hermes leave, then Jolyne, then Weather, and Foo Fighters, the memory of him clinging on to a stranger's back sobbing like a loser. Come to think of it, that stranger was probably standing in front of him right now.

The cringe on his face was probably obvious, if the obnoxious laugh you let out was anything to tell by. "Hey, we don't have to talk about last night if you don't want to. I've got breakfast ready in the kitchen. Wanna join?"

The promise of food, maybe bacon and eggs, made Anasui's mouth water. You smirked slightly. "Just put your skirt back on, I'll meet you in the dining room pretty boy." And you left without another word. The little comment made his heart flutter in a weird way. Anasui didn't think little pet names on his appearance would make him feel so light in his chest, but you've proved him wrong.

He put his lace back on, along with the boots and his skirt. But he wanted to keep wearing the Van Halen shirt. What a stupid little thing to get excited over, sharing similar taste in music, but he couldn't help himself.

Your house was much more tidy than your room. It was cozy, and Anasui liked it a lot. He found you setting two plates down, piled high with breakfast food with two glasses of orange drinks. You settled at the table in your seat, looking proud of yourself, "Eat up, afterwards we can drive back to your place. Or go back to the bar, if you have a vehicle."

"Thank you. For everything." His fork poked at some eggs. They were bright yellow, fresh. Anasui had never seen yolks so bright in his life. "I can't remember the last time I had an actual breakfast."

Your smile faltered a little bit at his tone of voice. "It's no worries. Don't beat yourself up over it, I would've done all this for anyone."

"Thinking like that could get you hurt." He muttered rather darkly. You snorted in response. Most of your conversation with him was like that for the rest of breakfast. He was much more mature sober, you appreciated that. Made him much more appealing. He was a little more haughty too, though. Any sarcastic comeback was met with more sarcasm, though sometimes you'd say something that would make Anasui stop and look away. Like the shirt.

It was after he helped clean your dishes. You walked him out to your car, swinging your keys around your pointer while Anasui shielded himself away from the sun like a vampire. He stopped you before you'd completely gotten into your car. He was about to pull off your shirt before you stopped him.

"Keep it." You told him.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yeah. Why not? You can give it back next Saturday, after you clean off the drool and makeup." He raised an eyebrow.

"So, this won't be the last time we talk?" You laughed, unlocking the car and getting in. "Shoot, no. We go to the same bar every weekend, I see you every time! Me and my girls will crash your friend's little get together next Saturday, to pay back your babysitting fee."

It was meant as more sarcasm, but the thought of getting to see you again made Anasui's heart jump again. You pulled out of the driveway, leaving back to the bar like Anasui asked. In secret without you seeing it, he enjoyed the smell of your cologne on the fabric of the shirt he wore. It partnered well with his own. He couldn't wait for next week.

[saturday-byte]

Hope this doesn’t bother you a lot, but can we get some headcanons of the teachers? I was curios about ur vision for them

Dw it doesn't bother me !! I love getting asks ^^

Anyway it's going under read more bc this feels like a long one

Sketch

• she/they enby, omnisexual (<- me when I'm projecting)

• mentor figure for the newer teachers

• gives drawings and crafts as gifts, might or might not have various voodoo dolls

• uses Colin as a monitor for digital art

Tony

• he/him, bisexual

• you CANNOT tell me he doesn't drink tea 24/7. Most British mf I have ever seen

• weird hearing, very sensitive to loud sounds but can barely hear normal talking tones. Applies to his own voice too so that's why he screams a lot

• kind of an inferiority complex for the decaying use of clocks over technology lol

Shrignold

• gay and homophobic idgaf

• aware of the harm he's doing but genuinely loves his cult- "family" a lot

• likes telenovelas, granny type of beat

Colin

• he/it Libramasc, pansexual (here I am, projecting once again)

• has haphephobia but is working on it (this one might as well be canon idk)

• everyone has a computer day, so even if you see him every day you only get screentime once a year

• autism 🫵

• his tail is retractable

• has SO MANY viruses, that's why he glitches and talks slow

Healthy band

• doing them all together bc how can you think of them alone :[ don't separate them

• common fanon of them being a family ykn the drill

• their "birthday" (or date of release lol) is actually fridge and steaks anniversary

• depending on the day they either make the most rancid bizarre food or a 5 stars, Gordon Ramsay approved meal

• running on the same luck, fridge can either be filled with normal groceries, nothing (you have to buy groceries) or gore. Like those are his guts leave him alone

• everyone hiding inside fridge is apparently a normal bonding experience

• bread boy is transfem !! (Should we start calling her something different?)

• spinach is also a she/they enby, nobody in here isn't lgbtq

Lamp

• he/him but doesn't really care, pansexual

• has been trying to be sober but he's already very fucked up, that's why he's like That™ in the TV show

• the other teachers we see in his episode are his party friends

• absolutely watches the others dreams, likes to bother them about what they mean

★ ok now the TV show ones

Briefcase

• has an absurd amount of skills, barbie kind of ridiculous

• lives with his brother and sustains them both

• workaholic

• was mr.petersons before red guy

• actually not that bad he's just really fast paced, genuinely just lost the trio on the fabric

Coffin

• he/him goth gf <3

• doesn't like music AT ALL. And is very mean about it

• besties with the tissue box !!

• originally only used his hush tone for work but it slowly morphed into his normal voice

• pretty bad PTSD

• very kind with kids and people in general tbh, it might be something useful for his job but it's just how he is really

Lily and Todney

• I don't think about them a lot sorry

• they know what they are doing and that their whole family dynamic is pretty fucked but they genuinely just really want a mom tho ,,,

Warren the wo-Eagle

• genuinely just hate him so I don't think about him a lot either lol

• had no power over the trio because he was fired and not technically a teacher anymore

• his whole Thing (ykn) comes from bullying and a feeling of inferiority. He still sucks tho

Mr.Transport

• well. I guess I just don't think a lot about the newer teachers

• was actually a really nice teacher before still going to work at 120 years old

• nobody really liked him but he was the other's only way of going outside the house so they endured him

• there was a fight over his will. People died

Electracey

• she/they enby n°3, lesbian

• really scared to touch her batteries now, has caused her to get cranky but still refuse to change them until forced

• puts up light shows for her friends

• huge sci-fi and videogames in general fan

• Colin's cousin. Actually all electronics are related

• wanted to be a music teacher but her biology said no

★ this is more of a general one but all of them are somewhere in the aroace spectrum !! I think it comes with the object nature. I have not defined where all of them fall tho

That's it I think. This is so long I am so sorry I just enjoy them a lot so I have a lot of thoughts

[riddlegecko]

Hey just so you know I'm very interested in your OCs and I'm constantly going 👀 at them when I see you post about them, but I never know what asks to send in so I just. Don't. Like the most I can muster is microwave noises as I slowly rotate them horizontally around in my brain but please know that those are every happy excited microwave noises :]

aaaaaaa tysm!! yeah i love my silly guys a whole lot, they make my brain go brrrrr. been very excited abt lysander especially, it's so fun having an absolute bastard oc who i wanna put in a box and shake around, i get the appeal now.

and yeah dw, i have trouble coming up with questions abt folks ocs sometimes too. it sucks that i don't see oc ask lists on my dash very often anymore, it feels like they stopped appearing on my dash the moment i started posting about my hf ocs in earnest.

[depressedbloggerwrites]

assigning every song in taylor swift's debut album to the swiftieverse i've created

alright, so here's the deal. i created a fictional universe in which all the taylor swift albums are chaotic bisexual college girls who are dating each other, and now i'm assigning each song on her debut to situations involving them i've imagined.

tim mcgraw: debut and folklore sharing a beautiful moment at a charity dance organised by their college and thinking they'll never see each other again, only to find out they signed up for the same songwriting class and start writing every song about each other and sending love notes

picture to burn: debut being framed for arson by her garbage ex boyfriend and reputation, already a lawyer, ends up representing her in court, getting her cleared of all charges, beginning the most iconic friendship ever

teardrops on my guitar: folklore getting jealous of beautiful eyes bc she thinks debut likes her with all the glowing compliments - turns out that's just debut's sister and debut thought she already knew. time to throw away the embarrassing songs about unrequited love!

a place in this world: the tortured poets department, the new girl, being accepted into the friend group, and while unsure of her future, feels at home with her friends, and eventually, marketing. for now, she's single and thriving

cold as you: fearless and speak now's first argument, both of them thinking it's over and crying themselves to sleep (dw they're both just dramatic, they'll make up next week)

the outside: reputation feeling excluded from the group because of her criminal record but also she's trying this new 'optimism' thing. it isn't quite working (also everyone's fine with her and she and evermore are going to bond over this and both of their gfs, lover and midnights, are going to be cool)

tied together with a smile: 1989 struggling with mental health and her amazing soon-to-be-gf red helping her through it as she slowly begins to love and enjoy life again

stay beautiful: folklore admiring her girlfriend debut's carefree spirit and encouraging her to not let go of it bc she loves her even though they're complete opposites. also she loves debut's eyes

should've said no: fearless yelling at her ex for cheating on her with speak now cheering and throwing in some insults for the ex while everyone else gathers around with popcorn

mary's song: lover's proposal and wedding vows to reputation, both moments where rep shows rare emotion and actually cries with happiness, and then they go home after the wedding and fall asleep in their shared bed like they've been married for years

our song: when evermore and midnights discover they were each other's online relationships 'eve' and 'knight' back when they were sixteen and would text until 4am

i'm only me when i'm with you: red and 1989 making sure the other is happy as much as possible and then comforting each other when they're sad

invisible: debut and folklore realising they went to high school together but debut had a crush on her and folklore never realised bc she was too busy trying to be perfect and now they joke about it

a perfectly good heart: lover finding out about all of rep's trauma after rep offers to help with research for her psychology class and saying 'that's not as normal as you think it is' and helps rep process everything while being angry at the people who hurt her

so yeah those are my silly little headcanons about personifications about music albums! pls don't take this too seriously this is how i view all of them

[wheeboo]

i will gladly accept if it's from u<33 seungkwan is literally an angel and no one can tell me otherwise and YES JEONGHANS MU BIASS 😭😭 i will greatly love u for even saying that istgg

JSHSK MAKE SURE TO GET REST THOUGH ITS IMPORTANTT 💗 u can take all the time in the world and people will gladly be waiting even if it's centuries fr, the day it comes out i will be it's biggest fan and i will fight off other ppl for it 🤞🤞

the meaning really does describe uuu, urw genuinely so heart eyes 😭 shdgis I GET WYMM CATS ARE JS SO ADORABLELE and they def make fics sm more wholesome !! if u ever go back make sure to take more picss id love to see those angels and im a dog person but these days cats have just been so cuddly istg i need onenen 😭😭 i used to feed stray cats back home but they used to be scared of me so they never came close but each time i wanted to pick them up and just kiss their tiny little headss

stop rabbits are so cute, how many did u havee and did u name themm?? i will pray that u have a pet one day bc they are js heaven idc 😭😭 CORGIS ARE ADORABLEE I LOVE THEMM, if u ever do get one, please please send a pic 🙏 omg i feel like ud be perfect with a cute little brown cat, they js feel like ur vibebe 😭 and i own a dogg, he's a pomefanian but i think he's a mutt so it's like a debate in our house 😭😭

alsoso have u ever been to any other cafess? i heard there were red panda ones and im like omg??? i really wanna go 😭😭

this is gonna sound so weird but everytime i imagine u, i keep imagining a panda like those baby ones and i had to tell u im sonsoryry

(id love to listen to u ramble bae it's so cute 😭)

okay i was gonna send a jeonghan edit but then i found this seungkwan n jeonghan edit I LOVE THIS EDIT SO MUCH DKFL;SDF that is literally us frr ☝️☝️

DJFHDSF THANK UU :(( my sleep has been slowly improving lately hehe but make sure U get a lot of rest as well !! and aaa ur so sweet how do i deserve u omg :((

HEART EYES ?? gonna sob fr 🥺🥺 LITERALLY i get the cute aggression whenever i see or write a cat in a fic LMAO and don't worry if i ever go back i will for sure send more pics !! byee not the two of us falling in love with cats 😭 stop thats so cute feeding stray cats n kissing their lil heads🥹🫶 i used to have some cats somehow get into my backyard at times HAHA. i would def take them home n care after them if i could 😔😔😔

i had 2 rabbits and their names were sheldon and cinnamon!! we also used to care after stray rabbits too n gave them away to some family/friends !! dw i will send ALL of the pics of my corgi i'll become a literal menace DFHDSFSD STOP A BROWN CAT IS SO CUTE :(( i'm not good at cat breeds but i've always wanted to have a siamese or a ragdoll !! AWW A POMERANIAN THATS SO CUTE :(( what's his name?? <33 maybe he's a mix too!!

if we're talking abt animal cafes i haven't!! my sister has an australian shepherd tho n she lives in the city and theres a lot of dog-friendly places n cafes there !! THERES RED PANDA CAFES??? WHAT I NEED TO GO TO ONE RIGHT NOW I LOVE RED PANDAS SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭

whwaa i love pandas too i'm glad u can imagine me as that :<< hmm idk why i imagine u as a samoyed dog u seem so quirky, cute, and fun to talk to!!

[shadowzgather]

slaps down my url { i'll get to urs once my eye heals dw }

Send me your URL and I'll tell you

My Opinion on;

Character in general: Star has a lot of muses. I get to see Nimue most, but I think I've been able to see Negaduck (both 91 and 2017) and Velvet the most. So I'll cover those.

Velvet just from the movie struck me as a very selfish and vain character that didn't seem to care if she was murdering someone if it meant she was succeeding. That was my first impression based off the movie.

Negaduck is very much the stereotype mirror of the protagonist in 1991, down to the fact that he like the smell of rotting fish. *he literally says so in an episode where he picked a fishing shack as a hideout.* I can't say too much on 2017 Negs because I haven't seen more that like... 8 episodes or so of the first season of the show. *I'mma watch slowly!*

Nimue is an OC so not much to say here other than the profile seems balanced, but tragic in many ways. Poor girl has the short end of the stick with family issues but at least she isn't dirt poor and starving.

How they play them:

I think a lot more depth to Velvet was added with Star's portrayal. The character benefits a lot from it and doesn't just seem like a heartless person like she did in the movie. It's a case where not being one-to-one with canon helps more than anything. Keep it up Star! Your Velvet is great!

On 91' Negaduck I like the more laid back but also takes no one's shit version of his Character that Star has made here. He also feels more natural than just a mirror of Darkwing. There are layers to him that make him seem sympathetic but not openly so.

Jim Starling Negs is interesting the way Star plays him. I went in blind rping with him on Discord and it's actually what got me wanting to actually watch the the new Ducktales again. So take that as you will.

Nimue lives up to her bio. I have been rping since 1996 and I can tell you this is more rare than you think. I often would run into a bio discribing an OC one way but in rp they are a different can of worms. Not with Nimue, what you read in the bio is what you get and I love it!

The Mun: Star is really sweet and fun to talk to. I'm an introvert, I have issues talking to people and can get both quiet and awkward, but this almost never happens when chatting with Star. This is rare with me tbh.

Do I:

RP with them: Yes! ♡

Want to RP with them:  Yes! Quiet often. But I have to reel myself in because otherwise we would have 467846774 threads and half would be ducks...>,>

What is my;

Overall Opinion: I platonically love Star. I really get into our rps and try to put out my best but I'm also slow and old. I encourage others to rp with her too! She's a lot of fun to rp with or just bounce ideas off of.

[wintergojo]

Hi this is my first ask ever so I'm not even sure if I'm doing this right hehe XD I really love your dad!gojo and baby seishi works! Could you maybe do one where baby seishi gets a cold and gojo and reader try their best to calm down since it's his first time getting sick? Thank you!

omg anon this was actually one of the things on my list of drabble ideas ^0^ i was so excited to write when i saw this! :DD and can i just say i feel honored to be the first one to receive ur ask and that u love my fics? 😭😭 and dw there's really no format for them :33 (aside from being polite hehe)

i’m also sorry this was mainly focused on fever instead of cold, it’s bc i read that colds in babies normally has fever as the symptom and the actual cold starts after 3 days (although i cut it short here) but i still hope u enjoy this! 😚😚

cold cold cold (dad!gojo x mom!reader)

tags: tbh idk what genre this is (hurt/comfort? angst? fluff? help me pls), slice of life, just bby gojo getting sick and his parents worrying, mentions of sickness, death

wc: 2.9k (what drabble)

navi

additional note: i was actually debating whether to write seishiro as 5 months old or 13 months, but i thought 5 months would be better since they would be very new dumb parents & seishi is kinda more vulnerable at that age bc his immune system's still weak (makes them more scared) hehe

how did it come to this?

yesterday seishiro was still his energetic 5-month-old self, actively attempting to roll around and lift his head as both his parents encouraged him on. he even had enough strength to try sitting up without any support.

yes, you and your husband took him outside in the middle of winter. but it was just for 20-30 minutes to get some fresh air on the balcony.

you both made sure he was wearing layers and layers of clothes to protect him from the cold and the wind. satoru even made sure your little baby was wearing the viridescent mitten maki gave, a cute tangerine-colored bonnett nobara gifted, a pink fluffy earmuffs given by yuuji, an indigo bootie chosen by megumi, and a very thick and warm baby blue blanket you spent your whole pregnancy knitting.

yet the next morning both of you were woken up at four a.m. by the crying sound of the boy, a drastic difference from how he usually wakes up at seven a.m. without any fuss. just a toothless smile showing his tongue and a little flailing upon seeing his parents hover their face over his bassinet.

since the cot was on your side, satoru allowed you to get the baby and was about to fall back asleep when he heard you curse under your breath upon checking seishiro.

the sorcerer instantly gets up and scoots over to your side, slowly getting filled with anxiety.

the room has no light in it except for the night lamp you turned on, but satoru could see the worry starting to brew in your eyes.

"i think he has a fever, 'toru. he feels hotter than usual. what do we do? what do we do? we haven’t learned anything about this, we couldn’t even attend parenting classes, we’re not prepared at all, what if… what if–" you started panicking, lifting the crying seishiro off the crib and holding him close to your chest as you tried to shush him.

your husband frantically moves his arms around the both of you, not knowing where to put his hands nor who to hold.

"deep breaths, baby. we read about this in parenting books, remember?"

"who cares about those stupid books?! just hurry up and tell me what to do. ohmygod ohmyg–” you were cut off by seishiro crying even louder, prompting you to shift your focus back on him and settle him into a more comfortable position. “shh, baby. i'm sorry. mama and dada are here, okay? don't cry."

satoru stills. racking his brain to try and remember the contents of the chapter 'my infant is sick for the first time and i'm a shitty parent, what's next?'

he can't.

his mind is filled with too many worrisome thoughts over the possible outcomes of his son's fever to even recall what he read.

your husband pulls himself back to reality. no. he needs to think of what to do now to help his wife and his little dumpling. he refuses to even think about how this could possibly end badly.

shoko.

“i’ll call shoko! she’ll know what to do.”

the father grabs his phone from the nightstand and swiftly dials the doctor. his former classmate will most likely shout at him for calling at this hour and frankly, satoru doesn’t really care. the promise of free booze will be enough to appease her.

he waits for her to pick up while nervously pacing around the room, eyes never leaving his normally docile son he’s never been so afraid to touch. the in-depth thermography his six eyes can see is more than enough for him to tell how high the boy’s temperature is from the color vermillion spreading through his little forehead to the bright orange hue in his neck; a contrast from his mother’s pale orange face and blue cheeks.

satoru flicks the room’s light switch on and turns up the thermostat. it doesn’t matter if he or you gets too hot, seishiro needs to sweat more.

shoko answers at the eight ring, her voice obviously laden with sleep. “it’s freaking four o’clock in the morning. what do you want?”

“seishiroissickandwedontknowwhattodotellushurryup.” he all but let out all at once, pacing faster as he anticipates shoko’s directions.

“huh? what did you say? and is that seishiro i hear crying in the background?”

your husband takes a deep breath. he’s letting his anxiety get the best of him.

“seishiro has a fever and he won’t stop crying. we don’t know what to do.”

the white-haired sorcerer hears some shuffling in the background and the click of a switch. “have you taken his temperature?”

“no. we kinda focused more on making him stop crying.”

shoko’s sigh makes its way to his ears before her instructions for satoru on what to do. the man intently listens, asking some questions in between and engraving every word his friend says to his brain.

when the call ends, he sees you looking at him with hopeful eyes. “what did she say?”

“shoko said we should check his temperature first. i'll get the rectal thermometer, honey. hold on for me, okay?" he leans closer to you and the boy in your arms before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

he then slowly raises his large hand to caress the back of seishiro's small head filled with little tufts of white hair and flinches upon feeling how warm and sweaty the 5-month-old is. he feels like he just touched a metal park bench in the middle of summer.

nevertheless, the father still presses his lips onto his son's forehead and mutters 'wait for dada, okay, dumpling?' in an attempt to soothe him before abruptly standing straight and darting his head around the dim room, trying to remember where you keep the rectal thermometer.

"we keep one in the bathroom's medicine cabinet!" he hears you urgently whisper-shout amidst your son's woes.

your husband instantly teleports into the ensuite bathroom in a hurry, not even bothering to walk. he comes back in less than a second and sees you gently laying seishiro on his back, slowly unzipping his furry snorlax onesie as you sing him lullabies you both know calms the baby down.

he recalls shoko's words. wipe the tip of the rectal thermometer with cotton and rubbing alcohol. make sure it's clean and dry.

the father's moves are swift and accurate, not permitting himself to make even one small mistake as he follows the doctor's instructions. put a small amount of lubricant on the tip. ("what kind of lubricant?") anything but butter. if you have petroleum jelly that'll do.

satoru dips his knee onto the bed while holding the newly cleaned thermometer and vaseline before tenderly stroking his son’s head as he joins you in singing. seishiro's cries were instantly reduced into light sobs, puffy cerulean irises instead focusing on his father as he calmed down.

you finish taking out the baby’s feet and hands from his clothes while your husband lightly dips his hand from the vaseline container to get a small amount of the product. without satoru telling you anything, you softly raise both of your son’s thick little legs together, exposing his bottom to the father.

just when he was about to insert the thermometer,  seishiro's cries once again resonate throughout the room, expression twisted in what looks like agony as he babbles and tries squirming his legs held up by his mother.

your husband effectively halts his own movements, hesitation visible in his eyes as his shaky hand continues hovering in front of your baby’s naked buttocks.

"you won't hurt him, 'toru. it's okay." your calm voice makes its way to him and he sees you gazing at him with eyes teeming with reassurance.

he takes a deep breath.

the sooner i get this done the faster my dumpling can feel better.

after that 4:00 a.m. what-to-do crisis, shoko sent both you and your husband a list on what to do and what not to do with your sick baby. one of the things on top was to give seishiro an acetaminophen to lower his temperature and pedialyte to avoid dehydration which—despite the abundance of all sorts of pain reliever medicine in your home—you do not have.

so at the crack of dawn in the middle of a snowy winter, your husband ran to the nearest pharmacy wearing his evergreen silk velvet pajamas and his 70,400 yen cream-colored gucci off the grid sandals to get probably everything the pharmacist recommended (judging by his baggage when he came back panting before dropping everything in bed) from medications to cooling patches to suppositories.

the doctor also said to bathe seishiro in lukewarm water and change him into lighter clothes (which you did, dressing him up in a short-sleeved romper) with a reminder to not bundle him up in blankets (you mentally note to give the doctor a generous gift when you see her), as well as to monitor his temperature regularly (which your husband did like a maniac, unbuttoning his son’s crotch every 30 minutes and sticking the thermometer to his backside to the point that you had to reprimand him).

you and satoru never left him alone, nor could you both manage to even be at least one meter away from him. right after his morning bath and giving him his fluids, you lulled seishiro back to sleep right in the middle of you and your husband as you watched him the whole time, monitoring the slumbering baby for any signs of discomfort.

when his lunch time came, the generally big-eater seishiro refused to drink your boobie milk nor the baby formula when he was so eager to suck in the morning (satoru was very jealous). shoko said it was normal for him to lose appetite and not force him to eat but still, you couldn’t help but worry.

“baby?” you hear your husband’s wary tone call you out from the living room while you’re chopping some carrots. you turn to your back and try your best to peek on the kitchen’s cased opening to get a look at your husband crouching down in front of seishiro lying on the couch. “what is it, ‘toru?”

his voice was still cautious when he responded, “i think our dumpling’s getting sick again?”

you dropped the knife, rushing to satoru’s side before crouching down as you touch your baby’s forehead. he wasn’t as warm as he was roughly eight hours ago although there’s some clear snot dripping down his nose. he’s looking at the both of you with cerulean eyes full of contempt, as if he absolutely hates his parents for taking him outside yesterday and putting him in his current misery.

"why does our son look like that?" the man on your left asks, slowly raising his hands to get the 5-month-old's mucus with his fingers and wiping them on your apron (you don't notice). seishiro glares at him even more upon seeing what his father did.

you answer his query with another question, "you think he hates us?" you too then lifted your hand before straightening your index and folding the other four. at this, your baby’s frown instantly smoothened, transforming into his usual smiling face as he raised his small appendaged and held the finger in his still-warm fist.

your husband hummed. “i don’t think so,” he tried copying what you just did, but seishiro just looked at his father with disdain and tightened his hold on your finger. satoru pouted and dejectedly muttered, “probably just his dada.”

you lovingly caress the man’s back in comfort before sighing and wiping another blob of mucus dripping from your baby’s nose. “i think he has a cold now,” you sigh as you continue, nuzzling your face into your husband’s neck and whispering, “i don’t know what to do anymore. i’m getting so worried about him…”

your baby seemed to have heard and understood your words, judging by his tiny little hand gripping your index with a little more force and a whimper falling out of his lips. his teary eyes became focused on his mother as the corners of his mouth turned down and his eyebrow furrowed. he also started babbling aggressively.

satoru rests his chin above your head, wrapping his right arm around your form before moving his hand up and down your torso. "i'll call shoko again, baby. it doesn't seem bad this time."

"thank you, 'toru. i'm going back to the kitchen." you give him a peck on his cheek before raising yourself a little and bending over your baby who still refuses to let your finger go. "mama's going to cook, okay? dada will take care of seishi."

over your son's nine day of sickness, you and your husband acted like freaks continually obsessing over your baby. you were two nervous first-time parents riddled with anxiety, fearing for the countless possible outcomes of his sickness, especially the worst of them all—death.

you remember clearly how terrified you were on the first day, when seishiro's fever was 38.8°C and he was hot and fussy and obviously in pain. you were so, so scared. you were sure your husband was too.

seishiro was back on his bassinet located at the side of your bed, asleep after all the ruckus that occurred at the break of dawn. your husband was sitting on the edge of the bed, intently observing him; his six eyes pushing themselves over the limit as he traced every surface of his dumpling's face and body for any unusual signs.

you on the other hand was inside the crib, lying on your side with your upper arm flat on the mattress, head resting on your upper arm. your left hand was softly caressing the boy's smooth warm face, hoping it would keep him calm until his usual wake up time. you wanted to hug him so badly, to let your little child sleep comfortably and safely on your chest, to hold him safe and sound until you were sure he was fine (you were doing your best to restrain yourself as it might be dangerous for babies to not sleep on their back).

your little seishiro was so, so precious. you’d give your life for his safety.

“babyy, go back here and rest. we have a long day later," you hear your husband whisper as he patted the mattress, before he sat up and walked over to your side to plant a kiss on your forehead. he continued hovering over the crib, large hand caressing your face just like what you were doing to your son.

you relax in his touch, eyes closing as you enjoy his loving touch, "i'm fine, 'toru. you sleep. i'll watch our baby."

satoru sighs, bending over the cot to lift you up bridal style. "no can do, my lovely wife. just leave our baby to me! i promise i'll wake you up if something's wrong."

when your husband laid you down on the bed, you gripped his pajamas and voiced out what you had been feeling since you touched seishiro two hours ago.

"i'm scared, satoru." your voice was merely a whisper, you wouldn't be surprised if your husband didn't hear it.

but of course he did. he always does. whether you shout, talk, whisper, or say nothing at all, satoru will always work his eardrums over the edge listening to everything you had to say.

he pulled you closer to his muscular chest and rested his chin on the top of your head, hands running back and forth to your spine comfortingly. "i know, baby. i know."

hot tears started to uncontrollably stream down your cheeks, instantly drenching your husband's 200,200 yen olivia von halle pajama shirt as you securely wrapped your arms around his waist. “i am so, so scared.”

and now, after countless sleepless nights combined with your son’s wailing and trash bags full of used wet wipes, your baby is back on the balcony basking in the warmth and sunlight the early morning offers.

his father stabilizes him as he tries sitting on the man’s lap, flailing his hands excitedly and looking up at satoru with wide expectant eyes when he succeeds (though your husband still has both of his hands at the boy’s back as a support). the older man gasps. “you can sit now, huh? last week you were just trying to roll. you’re growing up fast, aren’t you? hm? who do you take after? is it dada? or is it mama?”

seishiro babbles in response and satoru nods repeatedly as if in agreement. “that’s right, dumpling. you take after dada, don’t you?”

the glass window opens, and your form holding a tray full of food and baby formula comes into view. “don’t twist his words, ‘toru. our son said he takes after his mama,” you placed the wood onto the table and sat at your husband’s side, lifting the baby off his father’s lap and cradling him into your chest, “isn’t that right, hmm, baby?”

your son’s face contorted for a moment, taking his momentum to adorably sneeze before babbling excitedly at his mother.

you and your husband froze, heads turning to stare at each other as you both rack your brains.

“we really shouldn’t have taken him outside.”

ps. idk what happened but i was actually planning for this to be fluffy 😭😭 it kinda got all sentimental

thank you so much for reading!! 😚 interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <33

[allisonlol]

hello :D congrats on 1k!! could I request tecchou and/or jouno (or any other characters u want) with a s/o that has insomnia? i really love everything you’ve written so thank u for ur work <3

a/n: tysm for the compliments :') u absolutely can!! i love my boys and this is a v relatable req. it's ironic that u ask this actually, since i'm literally writing this at 3am when i know damn well i got a lecture class at 8...

warnings: none!! super fluffy

(Tecchou, Jouno) With a S/O That Has Insomnia

Tecchou

pls the first time he found out you had insomnia, he was so confused

^y'all were sleeping in the same bed (or rather, he was asleep and you were wide awake) when he was woken up by a tiktok audio blasting from your phone

(you hadn't realized the volume was so loud when you'd opened the app, it happens 🤷🏻‍♀️)

literally wakes up all ready to fight someone but then he sees you peeking over ur phone at him like 0-0

glances at the clock to see that it's 4 in the morning before slowly turning towards you to ask just what tf you're doing??

you admit that you have insomnia and sometimes it's practically impossible to fall asleep even when ur super tired

at first he's v confused and doesn't really understand how it's possible to repeatedly stay up so late

but he takes it extremely seriously (maybe a bit too seriously) and starts researching for ways to help

goes to the pharmacy after work and comes home with like 15 different sleep aids that are supposed to help??

you play trial and error with them to see which ones work best, and tecchou "enforces" a rule that u gotta consistently take them

makes you warm tea, soup, or hot chocolate before bed so u are more relaxed

also cuddles u and plays with your hair etc which really helps to lull you to sleep ٩(˘◡˘)۶

stays awake until he's seen that you've fallen asleep first <333

Jouno

finds out ur an insomniac literally the FIRST night y'all sleep in the same bed together

he strikes me as the type to be a bit of a night owl so he's usually up late himself, but you're a whole other story

^due to this i feel that he also knows of several methods that can help you fall asleep faster tho

is pretty strict about his methods of trying to help lmao?? but that's just how he shows that he cares

HOWEVER he does make you some nice n warm tea before bed to help calm you down <33

also gets u those little melatonin pills which work wonders & actually make you tired

jouno is the lightest sleeper in all of existence so he'll wake up immediately if you try to go on ur phone

hell, even if you move in the slightest, he's waking up and asking if you're "trying to be annoying on purpose" 😑

dw he's just jk...kind of

snatches your phone from you and says that the blue light from the screen is only making it worse (and he's not wrong...)

forces you into a set bedtime schedule where u gotta go to bed and wake up at the same time every day/night

except he purposefully makes it an annoying time; like going to bed at 10 and waking up at 6am???? um 😐

jouno isn’t entirely evil tho. he’ll still snuggle u and trace gentle shapes on your back to soothe you

can tell ur awake by your breathing and heartbeat so don't even try to pretend to be asleep around him

despite all your initial protests, the methods actually work wonders and you find yourself able to fall asleep at a reasonable time and not...y'know...7am??

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