#I’m not NEARLY as familiar with any of the other things I headcanon them as

[thesmollestsnek]

I’ve seen a lot of fics n headcanons where Dick Grayson has adhd, and I see you. But also. Consider: Tim Drake having (undiagnosed) adhd. As a certified adhd bitch myself, I have A Lot to say about this, so more under the cut.

Before we get into it, just a quick disclaimer: pretty much all of my dc knowledge is from fandom osmosis, so. If you see something that’s ooc or contradicts canon no you didn’t. Now with that out of the way, on to the main event!

Okay, so! First of all, let’s start at the very beginning. That’s right, I’m talking about Tim Drake’s “night photography”! Now I’m not gonna say neurotypical kids don’t get up to some dumb ass shit when left unsupervised for long periods of time, because they absolutely do. But. The complete disregard for the many, many dangers a young child alone in Gotham at night would face is still notable. And he doesn’t just ignore danger - he runs straight at it. That shows an impressive lack of impulse control, and inability to factor future consequences into current decisions, both of which are hallmarks of adhd. Plus, hyperfixation kinda… changes? How you perceive things. So if Tim was hyperfixated on getting the perfect shot whenever a major crime/fight happened near him, he may not have processed that he was danger at all during the part most likely to scare a neurotypical child away.

Next, we have the coffee. Yes, I know the coffee thing is super overblown by the fandom and not really supported by canon but ssshshhhhhh my world my rules Tim drinks lots of coffee. Now, this one’s kinda obvious, but caffeine is a stimulant and surprise surprise so are most adhd meds. I have seen firsthand how ppl with undiagnosed adhd will mainline caffeine as a form of self medication, whether they’re aware of it or not. Some people use soda or energy drinks, but coffee’s also a really popular choice for this kinda thing. So not only is it completely plausible for someone with undiagnosed adhd to self medicate by drinking a shitton of coffee, it’s extremely common.

Next up! We have the insomnia. Which, again, I think might be played up a lot in fic? But this is my world and you’re reading in it, so. Tim’s an insomniac. This is one of the less well known symptoms of adhd, but again I speak from firsthand experience when I say it’s a big one. Insomnia is extremely common among ppl with adhd, for a couple reasons. One is time blindness, which I’ll come back to in the next point. But also? It’s just really hard to turn your brain off. And if a large portion of Tim’s brain space is being devoted to casework, guess what. That inability to turn one’s brain off will manifest as late night case solving blitzes. Not to mention that hyperfixation, again, changes the way you perceive things. When I hyperfixate on something I often lose hours at a time, and bodily needs like hunger, tiredness, the bathroom, etc aren’t just unimportant they straight up don’t register. With the number of times I’ve come out of a hyperfocus to realize that I have a dehydration headache that’s been brewing for at least an hour, or have completely skipped a major meal, or desperately need to pee, I can 100% believe Tim not noticing any sleep deprivation symptoms until he’s finished whatever he was working on. And I, again, speak from experience when I say that if you happen to hyperfixate at something at the wrong time of night you will be staying up way later than is reasonable. Which brings me to my next point of…

Time blindness! My most favoritist thing in the whole wide world! (/sarcasm) This shit can and absolutely will fuck up your ability to be a functioning human if you let it. Having no internal clock causes more problems than the obvious losing track of time. It means your appetite is sporadic at best and you could very easily forget to eat. It means your sleep schedule has a tendency to just disintegrate if you don’t keep on it. It means being completely dependent on external clocks to know how long things are/should be taking, even for stupid shit like cooking food or brushing your teeth. It means that if you don’t set an alarm for something there is a very real possibility that something isn’t happening no matter how much you want or need it to. In short, it completely fucks up your ability to care for yourself without a lot of external regimented support. Now, who does that remind you of? Which member of the batfamily is known for neglecting his own health? I may not read many comics but the sheer number of “Tim Drake subsists solely on coffee and spite” jokes on ao3 and tumblr is very telling.

His brains. Tim is very, very smart. Have you ever heard the phrase “twice exceptional?” It describes Tim Drake to a t. Plus, I’m living proof of how you can be both smart of brain and dumb of ass. This may be more of a “my family who just so happens to consist entirely of twice exceptional adhd dumbasses” thing than something most ppl with adhd experience, but. You can be really smart and incredible at putting together complex plans, both ahead of time and on the fly, and still have. No common sense whatsoever. Which seems to be a lot of Tim’s characterization: incredibly smart while simultaneously being a complete dumbass. So make of that what you will.

And most compellingly? I think it’s funny. This kid is brothers with Dick Grayson and best friends with Bart Allen and especially next to those two people would never expect Tim to be the one with the quote unquote “cant sit still disorder”. Yknow what? Let’s take this a step further. Let’s make Bart autistic. (I don’t know enough about the flash family to say how accurate this is but for the sake of the joke let’s say he is). People see Impulse standing next to Red Robin and they think they know which one is adhd and which is autistic and they are Wrong. Tim n Bart are Completely unaware of this but the rest of their team finds it hilarious. There’s probably at least one running joke about it.

[aves-rook-laidir]

I can feel myself becoming more and more familiar with DaTV now, like, the characters are becoming more familiar. I find myself thinking about them when I’m going about my day, filling in the gaps of who they are with my own headcanons. Like, did you know Emmrich is deaf in his left ear? He got slammed in his first week of combat training as an Apprentice. He was so annoyed about this that from that point on he worked really hard to practice combat, and to his, and everyone else surprise, was brilliant at it. It’s funny really, that this calm, gentle professor known for floating around picking flowers can knock you off your feet if you test him. Taash was the first to pick up on it, they didn’t bring it up just started fighting on his left.

Or Davrin, he keeps pushing off Bellaras attempts to talk to him about the gods, because he just can’t think about it. If he did it would be like a waterfall. He spent the most formative years of his life caring for Halla in the forest, Ghilan’nain is the Mother of Halla! His clan lived and breathed her worship, whether or not he keeps religion now, her presence is interweaved throughout his childhood, and it was all crap, she was nothing more than a psychopath mage, he can’t think about it.

Hallas make Bellara sneeze, but she denies it.

Lucanis was so overwhelmed that he missed his shot at Weisshaupt it took him nearly a day to utter a word to any of them, he left to be on his own as soon as possible and the moment he was alone he had a panic attack.

Harding often thinks back to Haven, and when the inquisition was just stating out. How she had thought back then that Varric and Solas were old friends, they way they walked together in the hinterlands, chatting about nothing in particular, felt so…comfortable. She misses those days terribly.

Neve didn’t lose her leg in some fantastic battle against the Venatori or a Dragon fight, she was just born without it. Sometimes people are just born different.

When Rook awoke from Solas telling her the truth about the Archdemons, she was so stunned and in shock that when she walked down the stairs to discuss with the others, she fell down them much to everyone’s alarm.

Having to fight a dragon in Treviso almost immediately after meeting cemented a close connection between Rook and Davrin, literally thrown into hell together.

Dorian was the only one able to get anywhere close to that dragon in Minrathos, managed to get a hit square in its eye, but it wasn’t enough. The Iron Bull was in the city the week before, but by the time the dragon attacked he was halfway to the Free Marches.

They all regularly play cards and games around the dining room table.

Taash keeps a small sketchbook on them where they likes to draw all the dragons they meets, they also pets every dog and cat they come across. They sneak hugs from Assan when they think no one is looking.

Emmrich gets Bellara to talk academic theory with him a lot as a form of distraction because he knows she lies awake at night having a never ending crisis of faith.

Bellara often worries and frets that Lucanis isn’t eating enough even though he’s feeding everyone. Lucanis worries the same thing about her.

Lucanis is dyslexic as fuck got really self conscious about how long it was taking him to read one of Neves novels, well, until he realised he literally wasn’t being judge at all actually.

Harding grows elf root to smoke it. Dream blunt rotation to be honest.

Communicating with the dead the way Emmrich does is harder than it looks, it takes a lot of stamina and if the connection is held for too long he’s prone to nosebleeds.

They spar and practice combat in the courtyard in front of the dining hall, usually one v one with the others sitting on the steps watching. Neve keeps encouraging them to take bets.

When Aves sleeps on the green couch, she often wakes up to find Assan curled up nearby. Either that or Emmrich hovering over her because she was screaming in her sleep again and he could hear her in the next room.

Taash and Bellara I’m still working on.

[alicesadventuresinffxiv]

What are the most popular F/F Final Fantasy XIV ships?

(*on AO3, as of October 13, 2024)

I like writing femslash, so while I was doing the FFxivWrite challenge, I had the thought: wouldn’t it be fun to try writing each of the top 10 most popular FFXIV F/F ships? 

I figured it would be a good way for me to learn to write characters I wasn’t used to, plus hopefully it would mean some of the well-liked but rarely-written pairings would get more fic for them!

But then I ran head-first into the question: what are those F/F ships? I hit some interesting challenges attempting to figure that out, so here’s a post about how I reached my answer!

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First things first: I’m using AO3 stats for this analysis, entirely because AO3 has the most robust searching and filtering tools. Trying to wrangle this kind of analysis on tumblr or twitter would be a nightmare, as much as I’d love to know the answer on those sites!

Second, let’s quickly double check my assumption that F/F ships are indeed rarepairs in this fandom.

Yep, if you’re at all familiar with @centrumlumina's work on AO3 stats (which this analysis is somewhat inspired by ^^;), this is exactly in line with general fandom trends! For reasons that I understand intellectually but not in my heart, F/F fics tend to hover at around 6% of AO3 output overall.

Interestingly, this small slice of femslash makes FFXIV more similar to large, broad fandoms like the MCU or MHA (pictured above), and less similar to other online multiplayer videogame fandoms (pictured below). You might think that given its friendly reputation, FFXIV would attract more women and/or LGBTQ+ players and therefore have a higher proportion of femslash. But nope!

(Admittedly, pitting FFXIV against the fandom that contains Arcane feels a little unfair... :P)

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So alright, with that out of the way, let’s start by doing the obvious thing. Hey AO3, what are the top 10 relationship tags when searching FFXIV on the F/F category?

[Note: Since the Warrior of Light is typically written as the author’s original character - especially in cases with multiple WoLs - I am combining the WoL/WoL and WoL/OC tags together.]

If you’ve been in FFXIV spaces for a while, you probably already guessed the #1 result! But as someone relatively new to the fandom, I was actually quite surprised. None of my previous fandoms had nearly this much focus on original characters!

Indeed, WoL/NPC ships and OC/ OC ships absolutely dwarf the numbers for any NPC/NPC ships, with the exception of the three largest M/M pairings (Aymeric/Estinien, Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus, and Thancred/Urianger). Also, given that not everyone tags their OCs using either of the WoL or OC tags (ack! please use tags, your works get lost otherwise!)… you can always expect results for OCs to be an undercount. Woah!

Anyway, since WoL ships are so huge, I decided it made the most sense to give them their own list:

Another thing that surprised me is that male characters in FFXIV are so many times more popular than female characters that genderbent M/M pairings will show up in these F/F lists.

And… I wasn’t quite sure how to count those ships in my tallies.

On the one hand, genderbending (not to mention trans headcanoning-ing!) characters is a fun and often subversive way to approach popular ships. More power to everyone doing it!

On the other hand, part of the underlying motivation for my own writing goal was that I wanted to write pairings that fandom somewhat overlooks. 

As such, I went with a compromise: I’m including pairings with canonically male characters in my graphs (those are the pink bars), but I kept the lists going until I reached 10 pairings involving characters who are portrayed as women in the source material.

(There were no nonbinary FFXIV characters which placed on any of my lists, sadly. Apologies to Feo Ul, who is still the loveliest of branches in my heart.)

Other than that caveat, the results here aren’t too far off from my own guesses. Anecdotally, I’d seen that a lot of WoLs are self-inserts for their players, so it makes sense that typical WoL ships are with NPCs that are generally considered to be attractive by the fanbase. Correspondingly, the Reader/Character fics that are somewhat common in other fandoms don’t even rank on these lists, which might suggest WoL/NPC ships are largely fulfilling that niche.

(Something something, FFXIV is a dating sim with combat, in this essay I will…. :P)

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Anyway, WoL ships are nice, but what I actually wanted to write were NPC/NPC ships. So let’s add a bunch more excludes to the filtering… and…

Hm. That's interesting. There's a bunch of F/F ships that I know I’ve seen fic and art for that are missing from this list!

Out of curiosity, I did a few searches specifically on these missing pairings, in case they were so rarely tagged as purely F/F (or so commonly shipped alongside a WoL ship) that trying to find them via excludes didn’t work. These were:

Alisaie/Tesleen (20 total, 13 tagged F/F)

Krile/Tataru (14 total, 7 tagged F/F)

Ysayle/Heustienne (5 total, 5 tagged F/F)

Wuk Lamat/Sphene (4 total, 4 tagged as F/F)

[Note: The first number is what I used during the writing challenge last month… which is how I ended up putting Krile/Tataru over Lucia/Hilda. Oops! But the second number is more in line with the rest of the analysis here, so I will use that going forward.]

Seems my expectations were flat-out incorrect! Of these four, only Alisaie/Tesleen makes the top ten. Meanwhile Wuk Lamat/Sphene is a pairing consisting of very new characters... so perhaps it will grow over time!

Right then, let's add Alisaie/Tesleen in, and while we're at it, let's run direct searches on all the potential candidates rather than using excludes to ensure no fics are getting needlessly thrown out.

With those adjustments in place... I reached my final top ten!

Not bad! Predictably, pairings that get more focus in canon (Gaia/Ryne and Sadu/Cirina) tend to place high, as do pairings involving Y’shtola (since she’s a very popular character overall). 

As a Lyse-enjoyer, I found Lyse getting 3/10 spots on the list to be pretty funny, as was the heavy presence of Stormblood characters! Apparently I’m not the only one who thought StB was a good expansion for lesbians. :D

There are also a few pairings here that I hadn’t ever considered before doing this analysis. But hey, that was the point of making the list! And trying to figure out the dynamics for pairings I didn’t usually ship did indeed turn out to be a fun writing exercise last month.

So what do you all think, tumblr? Did the results surprise you like they did me? Or did I overlook a pairing that really deserved to be included?

In any case, I hope you enjoyed reading this analysis!

[novafire-is-thinking]

(If you're still doing the headcanons) Chromedome?

Headcanon A: realistic

Sometimes, Chromedome’s old conjunxes show up in his dreams. They repeatedly show up in small roles, but he fails to recognize them even though they feel oddly familiar.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Back in the day, Chromedome used to carry around a dart gun with him; he would shoot Prowl every time he was annoyed or just wanted to be annoying.

Prowl would sometimes walk around with stray suction darts in hard-to-see places, and wouldn’t realize it until someone pointed it out or laughed and pointed at him.

Soon, Chromedome was getting the same treatment by Prowl’s personal dart gun. lol

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

After Rewind’s death, Chromedome gradually isolates himself from everyone. Eventually, he disappears, and no one can find him.

One day, Prowl receives a message. It’s Chromedome, who explains that his health is declining. All those years of mnemosurgery are catching up to him, and his mind is failing.

CD doesn’t say it outright, but he wants Prowl to be there for him until the end. Does he still hate him? Of course. But that’s the point: he doesn’t want anyone important to him to witness him slowly losing his mind. He’s counting on Prowl to feel just sentimental enough to come to his aid, yet detached enough that he won’t fall apart when the inevitable happens.

Remarkably, Prowl shows up—ready to be there for Chromedome.

Old hurts inevitably rise to the surface. They fight. They laugh. They fight again. Chromedome kicks Prowl out a few times.

But Prowl keeps coming back.

Eventually, Chromedome’s condition declines to the point where he’s nearly catatonic, and can’t tell the difference between reality, his personal memories, and acquired memories. Prowl can no longer leave CD alone.

Prowl does his best to keep Chromedome comfortable. He ends up confessing the majority of his crimes to Chromedome, since CD can’t tell the difference between reality and memory anymore.

One night, during a final moment of lucidity, Chromedome types up a note to Prowl while he’s asleep.

The next morning, Prowl wakes up and finds the note on a datapad under Chromedome’s lifeless hand:

“Nice stories, asshole.

You were my favorite person to hate all these years.

Good luck.”

Prowl saves the note. He personally oversees the removal of CD’s body and registers the death. Chromedome is buried next to Rewind. There’s no funeral; just Prowl saying his goodbyes.

The only way anyone else from CD’s past finds out about his passing is by doing a search on Cybertron’s death record database or by visiting Rewind’s grave. After the shock wears off, they wonder what happened and how he spent his last days.

Prowl tells no one. He takes the secret to his grave.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Chromedome Tumbler once looked up to Pharma.

In fact, judging from the fact that Tumbler wasn’t bothered by Prowl’s arrogance, bluntness, and know-it-all attitude, I’m going to say that, at the time, he got along with Pharma better than anyone else (besides Ratchet). After all, JRo made it a point to show Pharma addressing him by name at least once.

Happy to have someone who did more than tolerate his presence out of politeness, Pharma would take the time to listen to Tumbler. Amongst other things, Tumbler would talk about the latest developments in mnemosurgery. Trepan certainly wasn’t going to share any of that.

Tumbler discovered that if someone gained Pharma’s respect or fondness, the doc was weirdly good at giving advice, or at least saying things that could be translated to helpful advice. In fact, Pharma was the one to give Tumbler the final push needed to leave the New Institute.

While recovering from his run-in with Overlord, in a moment of vulnerability, Tumbler confessed to Pharma that his spark was no longer in his work at the New Institute, and that he was considering quitting and starting over.

Always one to follow his own passion to the point of obsession, Pharma didn’t hesitate to tell Tumbler he should go through with it (1) if he had a practical plan to transition to something else, and (2) if it was what he really wanted.

After all, the war was only beginning, and they’d all need to find things to give them reasons to hold on…

[fryingpan1234567]

It started as a joke. It is no longer a joke.

Listen I’ve shipped Malconnor for a while now right and we know this

And then the other day I mentioned I suddenly thought Jake Mason and Malcolm Pace would be cute just because they’re both canon queer ig but I can see it

Anyways the struggle. This is not okay

Because I have to pick one right?? Like I feel like I’m a multi shipper for the most part but for some reason I can’T DO BOTH BUT I CAN’T PICK JUST ONE EITHER

I’m just gonna leave these headcanons here and continue to sob over my predicament.

We’re doing the engineering bfs this time (yeah I made the ship that’s the ship name now fight me) ((unless you got a better one then you can @ me lol))

So Jake and Malcolm right

They weren’t that close before— they knew each other existed, obviously, but they weren’t besties or anything— and then Jake, to put it lightly, was fried

At the time, because there weren’t many people at camp, Malcolm went to hang out with him in the infirmary and keep him company

✨They got closer✨

To pass the time, they worked on different plans to try and catch Festus— what better duo to plan a trap for a massive lethal dragon than a Hephaestus kid and an Athena kid?

At some point Will walks in to see the two of them laying shoulder-to-shoulder on the bed, Malcolm holding up a blueprint for something that looked like a trapfall net for them both to see, heads inches apart as they chatted quietly about the logistics

By the end of that summer, when the Seven (mostly) successfully return, Jake is up and moving again

He’s devastated to take back the title of counselor after Leo lost it, but Malcolm is there to help him out

Neither of them knows when it happens. At some point, the line between friends and something more blurs completely and they cross over it.

It is not uncommon to see them in the forge together, Mal sitting on a work table and reading or something while Jake works on a project

When I tell you these nerds are SO GOOD at paper airplanes

They’ll write little messages and messy hearts on a scrap piece of paper, fold it up, and throw it at each other when they’re not looking

The first time, it’s at dinner

Camp Jupiter was still there, so things were packed

Jake was eating with the other Hephaestus and Vulcan kids, laughing and chatting like any other meal

Something softly hit his cheek, narrowly missing his eyeball

He barely caught it before it landed on his plate

There’s a little heart doodled in the corner of one of the wings in red pen. It’s beautifully folded, crisp and precise edges. He looked to the direction it came from— Malcolm was sitting at the next table over, watching Jake for his reaction with his chin in his hand

Jake smiled faintly, turning to carefully unfold it. There’s one short sentence written there, in red, in very familiar and neat handwriting.

There’s food on your shirt.

Jake laughed out loud, not even bothering to check. He didn’t care if that was true or not, it was cute that Malcolm had to go out of the way to write that, wait for it to dry, fold it up, and then throw it carefully enough that it wouldn’t hit any of Jake’s siblings

When he looked back over, Malcolm was laughing too.

The next time it happened, Malcolm’s reading on his bunk, leaning backwards against an open windowsill

A paper airplane poked him in the back of the head

He twisted around to see what it was, obviously, and he saw the little plane lying in the grass a few feet below

He nearly climbed out the window to reach it, but he was able to grab it and pulled it back into his bunk

It was made of graph paper. Folded lines had been drawn on beforehand, which was impressively planned. Malcolm recognized the neon orange of the scribbly heart in the corner of the wing from the highlighter Jake had eagerly picked out from the city last time they’d gone

The plane’s lines were neatly creased, but Malcolm was able to unfold it easily. The message was a little bit longer than the one Malcolm had written to Jake a few days ago

Your concentration face is cute. Must be a fascinating book. And then, in the bottom corner, —J

The handwriting was a bit messy and unmistakably Jake’s, Malcom would know it anywhere. He twisted around to check the common area again, but his boyfriend was nowhere in sight

He clambered across the bed to his desk, pulling out a fresh piece of paper and his favorite red pen. He clicked it open and began to write:

Oh, are we using initials to sign these now? Let’s go then, J. Let’s live our own book plot.

PS— this book is not in fact fascinating, it’s trig. Summer courses never cease to be an absolute drag.

—M.

He nailed Jake in the chest with it a few hours later at dinner

They never stopped doing it

Whenever someone asks what their love language is, they look at each other and half smile and say “Origami.”

Some days, Jake’s scars make his body temperature weird, and it’s too hot to cuddle. He’ll apologize endlessly, but Malcolm will laugh and peck him on the forehead and move over until just their fingertips are brushing

They’re equally smart and equally ADHD, so they can keep up with any kind of conversation, whether it be about an engineering class or debating the emotions of inanimate objects

They’re both insomniacs as well. They will go to the city for ice cream at four in the fucking morning

Now listen… just because Jake is smart doesn’t mean he’s not a dumbass

This is the man who thought marching into a dark forest by himself to face a massive insane mechanic fire-breathing magic dragon would be a good idea (and then got his ass kicked)

High int low wis

Malcolm is high int high wis but only sometimes, because sometimes he’s neither

There are several videos on Jake’s phone of Malcolm walking while reading and running into things

It’s weird and oddly specific but they make really good pizza

Like together

Malcolm is naturally good with cooking because of his mom’s influence on oil, which is like 90% of food in America

And the Hephaestus kids built a brick pizza oven in the back corner of the forge however many years ago and they’re really the only ones who know about it, so the two of them will sometimes skip dinner to make food and eat alone in the forge together

Jake gets heat exhaustion really easily, so Malcolm always has a water bottle with electrolytes and extra vitamins on him

Anyways that’s all I got for now GET ON THE WAGON PEOPLE ENGINEERING BFS ARE HERE

[toushindai]

just a general question about your headcanon's on the ship. Do you think that maybe, in another life or universe Ganondorf and Rauru could love each other? Like maybe the goddesses don't want them together because they would be too powerful. ☕ I'm really looking forward to read your new fic. You're really talented!

That’s a really interesting question! I’m going to have a hard time answering it because once I’ve got one set of headcanons set up, I have a really hard time looking at alternatives to it because I’ve spent so much time getting all the pieces to fit together (this is why I read very little fic that’s not my own), but let’s give it a try

I think, first of all, that Ganondorf would have to be allowed to be a person in a way that TOTK, frustratingly, avoids. There’s a universe out there somewhere, I want to believe, where Ganondorf and Rauru bond over the solitude inherent in their positions: Ganondorf’s lone male of his culture to Rauru’s one of the last few members of his species. But to get to that, you need a Ganondorf willing to identify and feel his own loneliness, which I don’t think the guy we have in canon is inclined towards.

I wonder if this also requires Rauru to have allied himself not with the Hylians but with the Gerudo. That would be an interesting choice—in canon, allying with the Hylians makes sense because of their shared reverence for Hylia (seen in the existence of our familiar goddess statue not only in the GSI Temple of Time but also on Dragonhead Island). The Gerudo, for contrast, revere the Seven(-to-Eight) Heroines, to the near exclusion of goddess worship at all; in Creating a Champion, it notes that Gerudo Town’s goddess statue is out of the way and nearly forgotten for this reason. So a Zonai is going to be received differently among the Gerudo than they are among the other people of the land.

Rauru is a curious guy, though! Maybe it could happen like this: intrigued most of all by the people with whom the Zonai have historically had little in common—I have additional things to say about that but let’s wait until I have things finalized in my fic before I get into it—he made his descent to the land in the desert rather than in Hylian territory. Of course he was not permitted into town, but what if the Gerudo allowed him to stay in one of their other settlements? Let’s say the Northern Temple (what are now the Northern Ruins) just ’cause. But the prince of the Gerudo—who knows his place in his society, theoretically—by definition, by the uniqueness of his birth he can have only one place in his society—is equally intrigued by this foreign voe. Could he be the first other voe Ganondorf has met? Wait, was he actually, I should keep that in mind for my fic too They get to talking, they grow to know each other on an honest level. I think they could grow to love each other in a story like this. I do think the sex is a little less flavorful in this case tho so what good does it do me? Well, anyway.

And what then? If we trust the Sage of Lightning’s perspective—and we might as well, lacking any other insight on Ganondorf prior to the Gerudo Assault cutscene—it was not until after Ganondorf became chief that his hunger for power really began to develop. So what do we believe caused this? Is this just an inherent flaw in his personality? The curse of Demise rearing its head inevitably? (I should disclaim that I’ve never finished Skyward Sword and am only trying to use these words the way I’ve seen others use them.) In that case, both options—Rauru reviling his lover’s thirst for power and betraying him, or Rauru and the power of the Zonai turned in service to Gerudo conquest—are fascinating.

But if we are looking at Ganondorf as a person who gets to make person choices, then when he ascends to his position as Chief of the Gerudo and there is no neighboring nation consolidating an unearned power over the rest of the continent, what then? Might he be less driven towards conquest?

[madeimpact]

GENERAL RP STYLE & PREFERENCES

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like with a *

Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

TYPES OF RP & HOW I DO THREADS

| I don’t I just do whatever is on my dash when I’m online | Mainly asks* | I do little short things mostly | I do my threads on discord | Long running threads that slowly build upon the muses** |

*I hoard asks I'm so sorry if I answer something like two months late after you've completely forgotten about it

**Not often but these are tasty

PLOTTING PREFERENCES

| Wing it* | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs** |

*I'm fine with this if it's what you prefer but I do tend to like to plot at least a jumping off point

**Again, rare but tasty

TYPES OF THREADS I DO & PREFER

| Oneliners only | Whatever dash shenanigans I’m online for | Para or Mulit para | Literal Novels* |

*Rare but not impossible lol

REPLY SPEED FOR THREADS & CONSISTENCY KEEPING THREADS

| I lose threads all the time & don’t usually get back to them | I tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply! | I drop threads pretty easily | I’m really slow but I WILL get back to you | I reply on a schedule/queue (specify if you’d like) | I usually reply within a week | I reply every day | I reply almost instantly |

ROMANTIC SHIPS

| I don’t do these ships (specify reason if you would like) | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based (Mutuals and friends only) | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask! | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff |

SMUT

| I do NOT do smut at all* | I’m very selective about it | I only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here) | I mainly only do asks relating to nfsw headcanons on Sundays | I write it a medium amount | I write it all the time and love to |

*I'd probably only RP smut with super SUPER close friends or even a partner, assuming all IC and OOC parties are of age by default ofc. And if it ever happened it'd definitely only be on discord

ACTIVE HOURS [ AST: UTC -8 / Pacific Time ]

| Mornings 8-10 | Midday 11-1 | Afternoon 2-5 | Evenings 6-8 | Night 9-12 | Ungodly hours of the day 1-onwards |

ACTIVITY SCHEDULE

| SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic week long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly activity | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all the time |

STARTERS

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls (ask calls) | I don’t do calls, but always feel free to ask me for one! | I do starter calls rarely/regularly/often |

AUs

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them!* | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one!** | There are some AUs I won’t do (specify here) |

*Maybe kind of ironically, the only muses I don't really do AUs for are the Kingdom Hearts muses, because like...kh is kinda already about crossovers. Making AUs for them feels redundant to me, personally, though I'm not completely opposed to the idea either. I just won't really go out of my way to make AUs for them like I do with my other muses is all I'm saying but it really doesn't take much convincing to get me to do one LMAO

**As far as fandom-specific AUs go, I generally prefer making ones for fandoms I'm at least somewhat familiar with. I've tried writing ones that my partner knows based on knowledge they give me and they always fizzle out really fast

CROSSOVERS

| I don’t do crossovers | I’m selective with crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I love crossovers! |

[twisted-broth]

Hello) Can I request headcanons for dorm leaders with a reader who works as a model (NAKED model) for an art club? He had this job before he got close to the boys and they know bout it, but now that they've started dating, how will they feel about it now?

I’m making the executive decision that the art teacher is Father Gothel x

Warnings: nudity (non sexual), suggestive themes, some jealousy and possessive behaviors

Riddle

Having grown up as wealthy as he did, Riddle is well aware that a good artist should be familiar with drawing human anatomy

But does it really have to be yours?!

He immediately gets angry at just the idea of one of those students staring at you for a bit too long

Of course he’s not angry at you! He whole heartedly wants you to do what you enjoy

He nearly tries to behead Prof Gothel when he says that only third years are allowed to sit in on the anatomy classes

They eventually come up with a compromise where Riddle sits in front of your little podium and glares daggers at every student who tries to draw you

The challenges of capturing human anatomy while also being under the unblinking stare of one of the most powerful students at school made drawing a little difficult

If he gets the sense that any student is looking at you for less than pure purposes, it’s off with their head

Leona

Okay? Do what you want he doesn’t care

I mean even if he does care there’s no way in hell he’ll let you know that

He’s clearly not thrilled about it but he makes that known in his own way

He won’t bother you while you’re working but he will walk you to and from every job and makes it painfully obvious to the students that you’re very much taken

The minute you leave the classroom he has his arm around your shoulders and loudly talks about how sexy you must have looked

On days when he’s feeling especially possessive he makes sure you’re covered in marks from him when you go in

The art students nervously analyze the hickeys on your thighs and neck, trying to capture the imprint of Leona’s fangs in their work

Of course Gothel throws a fit every time you come in looking “impure” (his words) but there’s really nothing he can do

The art students are all terrified of Leona. He really doesn’t even have to do anything they just know that he would beat the shit out of them if they ever even thought about you that way

Azul

No

He doesn’t like this at all

Azul is a very insecure person so when he learns that other men have been regularly seeing you naked, he nearly overblots again

It takes a lot of persuasion to talk some sense into him

Once he is able to understand what your work means to you and how it helps the students, he quickly starts working on a plan

He stays up all night writing out contracts for every art student and art club member that magically binds them into not getting horny

No, actually. That’s one of the clauses in the contract.

Gothel already had to go through so much to get this course approved and now he’s gotta deal with your octopus boyfriend smh

Once the contracts are signed and the students have been throughly threatened by the tweels, Azul’s insecurity has decreased by about 20%

He trusts you completely, but he’s still very finicky about it and would generally like to avoid mentioning it

Floyd gets into a lot of trouble in this aspect

Luckily Azul’s mood can be improved pretty easily with some private modeling sessions

Kalim

That’s so cool!!

Kalim has done a ton of modeling for paintings and family portraits so he knows how hard it is to sit still for that long

He’s also really happy that your confident enough with your body to do something like that

When you go into the discussion expecting him to be mad he does a complete 180. You doing something that makes you happy is literally his favorite thing in the world. No amount of jewels or money is as valuable to him as your happiness

If you let him then he hires the best painters in the scalding sands to do portraits of you together (clothed or otherwise) and he hangs them all around his room

Like Leona he also walks you to and from every session, but not to scare the art students, just to hype you up or ask how it went

If he goes into one of his mood swings then he might snap at the art students, but that’s usually not the case

He is just the most wholesome boy and he loves you so much

Vil

Vil also does a lot of modeling so he understands how not big of a deal it is

Once he learns that you model as well then he’ll book as many couples gigs as he can (clothing optional)

Prof Gothel had been begging Vil to model for the art club for literally every year he’s been at school and is so happy when he finally agrees to pose for them with you

It’s so hard to stand still in the middle of the room when your super hot and very naked boyfriend is posed right next to you, staring into your eyes

Many sessions have ended with the two of you hastily leaving the art classroom to release some pent up tension

The sexual tension would probably be awkward if the art students weren’t distracted by the impossible task of trying to capture the beauty of you two

Rook somehow manages to get his hands on every drawing of you- with Vil or without- and will fawn over them for hours

Pretty much all of Pomefiore worships you. Some of them have started a fan blog for you where they pick apart your outfit and makeup and give advice on how to look more like you

And the art club got a lot of new members for some reason

Idia

One hit KO!!!

Now Idia is cursing himself for never having taken any art classes

While he does have some appreciation for art, I don’t think that he would be able to understand what you’re doing the way others could

He mostly just sees it as you being naked and stared at by a bunch of guys

He’s probably watched an anime with that plot

He can’t bring it up himself because he will get super embarrassed and his hair will turn pink, but if someone else makes some snide comment about your work then he’s all over their ass

He’s quick to remind people that he is a very powerful dorm leader and he will kick ass and take names if anyone says something less than positive about you

Of course he thinks that you’re incredibly attractive but he would actually combust if he saw you naked

One time you got ahold of one of the drawings of you and slide it into Idia’s bag when he wasn’t looking

When he finds it in the privacy of his room your phone blows up with texts and eventually pictures and videos from Idia

Despite the confidence in his texts, he still can’t look you in the eye for a few days

Malleus

(I have a hard time with malleus hopefully this isn’t too out of character)

Malleus doesn’t really get jealous. You’re his first relationship and he’s never had a reason to not trust you so he does

He’s also modeled for a few portraits but he’s not a huge fan so he will not be joining you

In general he has no reaction to your side gig. He would react the same if you told him you worked at the grocery store

Even though Malleus doesn’t make many public appearances, word has gotten around that the two of you are together

The art students are terrified

Attendance actually drops for a while when you start modeling, but they come back when they realize Malleus isn’t going to kill them

They even get to see small glimpses of Malleus being an actual human being when interacting with you and not the myth that they thought he was

Sebek does not react as calmly but he’ll be fine once Malleus tells him it’s fine

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Late Night Visit

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: Forced engagement, murder threats, smut, oral f recieving

Word Count: 1780

A/N: Here’s the 7th part of In Better Circumstances! I’m moving out of my flat tomorrow, so this might be the last post until next week, depending on how quickly I unpack when I’m home. Anyway, I hope you like it!!!

NSFW 18+ ONLY PLEASE

Ko-Fi

Series masterlist

Masterlist

Headcanon requests open

It took five days for Bruce to reach out, and by that time, Y/N was almost pulling her hair out. She knew she could not risk going to the tower again, not now that the news of the Prince of Gotham’s return was plastered across each newspaper and news website. The gossip columns had started speculating about his return just hours after he showed up at the fundraiser. They were all saying the same, that it could not be a coincidence that Bruce Wayne was back in Gotham after eight years, barely a week after it was announced Y/N L/N was engaged.

But without being able to go to the tower, and his insistence that she not call him on her phone, she had no way to contact him. She was lying in bed considering writing him an actual letter when a knock sounded on her window. She nearly jumped out of her skin, convinced she was hallucinating before it happened again. She grabbed a small potted plant off her desk to use as a weapon if needs be and pulled her curtains open. She met the figures familiar blue eyes, visible in the light coming from her window even if it was pitch black outside, and ripped the window open.

“What the hell are you doing? We’re not fifteen anymore.” She asked, staring at Bruce perched like a gargoyle on her window ledge.

“Well, I can’t exactly approach you in public can I.” He reminded her as he swung into the room, his boots making a dull thudding noise on the floor. “Were you seriously going to attack an intruder with a tiny cactus?” He asked, staring at the plant in her hand.

“I don’t exactly have any weapons in here.” She said, beginning to realise he was actually standing in front of her. “Hi.”

He smiled. “Hi.” He pulled her into him and she buried her face in his shoulder, breathing him in. “I got you something.” He said, pulling back and handing her a burner phone. “Mine’s the only number in there, and I made sure it’s untraceable.”

“Thank you.” She placed the phone in her top desk drawer and walked back over to him. “Where have you been for the past five days?”

“Sorting some things out.” His hands moved to her hips and he started backing her against the wall next to her bed. “But I’ll explain later.” He kissed her as her back hit the wall. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair as his tongue brushed across her lower lip. She parted her lips and let him slip his tongue into her mouth. He was taking more control than he had last time and she was happy to let him. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her jaw before he nipped at her earlobe. “Can I taste you?”

She tightened her grip on his hair, her core clenching at his question. “Fuck. If you want to, yes.”

“I do.” He moved back to her lips and kissed her deeply before pulling back again. “Do your parents still sleep on the other side of the house?”

“Yes.” She nodded as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

“Good, because I want to hear you.”

She dropped her head back against the wall, suddenly feeling very warm as his hands moved to the waistband of the sleep shorts she was wearing. He looked up at her, his blue-grey eyes questioning. She nodded her head and he hooked his fingers in her waistband and pulled her them down her legs, she was ready for bed, so she was not wearing underwear. He helped her step out of her shorts and threw them onto her bed. He wrapped a hand around her calf and lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder. He kissed the inside of her knee before slowly trailing his lips down her thigh.

“You said I could leave marks where no one will see, right?” He asked.

“Yes.” She said breathlessly, one of her hands tangling back into his hair as he sucked a bruise into the top of her thigh. He was taking his time, his lips kissing everywhere but where she wanted him the most. “Bruce, please.” She felt his lips turn up into her smile against her skin before he turned his attention to her core. He used two fingers to spread her folds apart and she shivered as she felt his breath against her, but he made no move to do anything else. She tightened her grip on his hair. “Bruce, I swear to – fuck.”

He lunged forward and licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit. She almost keeled over from the shock, the wall against her back and her leg on his shoulder the only thing keeping her standing. He moved a hand to her hips to pin her further against the wall just in case, as he wrapped his lips around her clit and gently sucked. She bit her lip to stop herself screaming as she felt like she had been touched by a live wire.

“Fuck, Bruce.” She tugged on his hair and he moaned against her, the vibrations making the feelings so much more.

He slipped his tongue down to her entrance, lapping at the wetness that was gathering as his nose bumped against her clit. He used his tongue to spread the moisture back up to her clit and lapped at the bundle of nerves before covering her with his whole mouth. The heat of his mouth caused a whine to escape her throat.

“Bruce, can you add your fingers please?”

He smiled against her, complying and sinking two fingers into her and immediately curling them forward. She choked out a moan as he started pumping them in and out, and his lips wrapped around her clit again. Everything was so much and she buried her free hand in her own hair in an attempt to ground herself. The knot in her stomach was tightening almost painfully.  

“Bruce, I’m close.” She managed to say.

He hummed, the vibrations pushing her even closer. “Let go, I’ve got you.” His teeth grazed her bundle of nerves and the knot snapped.

She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream that built as she went boneless against the wall. He kept her propped up, working her through her orgasm until she pushed his head away. He looked up at her as he sucked his fingers clean before smiling. He kept his hands on her hips to keep her stable as he removed her leg from his shoulder and stood up. She leaned her forehead against his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath.

“You’re good at that.” She murmured into him.

“I may have watched some videos because I’ve been thinking about going down on you since you left Saturday morning.” He confessed, his thumbs rubbing circles on the bare skin of her hips as she finally pulled herself together.

“Must have been some instructive videos.” She laughed.

He hummed. “They were.”

“Do you want me to return the favour?” She asked, shifting to look at him and brushing his hair out of his face with her fingertips.

“Not tonight, I’m satisfied enough.” He looked proud of himself and she resisted the urge to tell him he had every right to be.

“Okay. Will you stay?”

“Of course.” He said, moving back as she pushed off the wall.

She grabbed her shorts off the bed and pulled them back on. “I’ll be right back.” She ducked into the bathroom to clean up.

When she came back out, Bruce was only in his boxers, leaning back against her headboard. He was a juxtaposition to the rest of her room. She struggled to remember when the last time he had been in her room was, it had been a long time. She was sure the last time he had come through the window as well, but what had just happened had definitely not happened that night.

“You stole my shirt.” He said, pulling her out of her thoughts.

She looked down, completely forgetting she was wearing it. Her mother had commented when it came out of the wash, but Y/N managed to convince her she had always owned it. “I think it looks better on me.” She smiled and walked over to him as he reached out to her.

He tugged her into his lap. “It does.” He smiled, his real smile, not the one he used for other people.

“So, you going to tell me where you’ve been now?” She asked, lacing her fingers with his as she sat back on his thighs.

“I’ve started tracking Maroni’s operation.” He moved his gaze up from their hands and met her eyes. “If I can collect enough information, I can take him and his whole operation down. He won’t be able to force you into anything.”

She felt tears burn her eyes so she kissed him before he could see them fall. She pulled back and rested her forehead against his. “You don’t have to do that for me.”

“I’d do anything for you. I always have.” He confessed, his eyes as glassy as hers. “And I wont let you be forced into this.”

“Bruce…” She did not know what to say, how to put the emotions raging in her chest into words.

“I could use your help.” He said, giving her a soft smile as he traced his thumb over her cheekbone. “Have they mentioned anything about the operation? Names, locations?”

“I’m not going to lie, I don’t really pay attention when he talks.” She could not help but laugh as Bruce snorted. “But he has mentioned the docks more than once.”

“That’s more than enough to start.” He assured her.

She stifled a yawn in the back of her hand. “I had a long day at work.”

“How’s it going?”

“Good.” Her whole face lit up. “They let me add to the blueprints for the renovations they’re doing on Gotham Square Garden.”

“That’s brilliant.” He smiled. “You can tell me about it in detail in the morning, but for now, let’s get some sleep.”

She nodded and buried herself under her covers. He joined her, reaching out for her when they were settled and pulling her flush against him. He kissed her forehead and she let herself drift of wrapped in his warmth.

Part 8

Taglist: In the reblogs

[dirty-brainrot]

(Shortie Perks)

Just the sdc boob headcanons with short stories. A drabble (?) I’ll post a more serious and longer one on monday.

Stardust Crusaders x Reader

Normally, people would complain and argue that being short is the worst. Like, not being able to reach high places, making fun of, being unable to see through crowds, etc. But you? Yeah, it is bad but this makes it very worth it.

Standing beside 5 incredibly tall men, you smile. You get to see their boobs because you are at boob height with them. Does it make it hard to communicate with them? Yes. You always have to crane your neck up, making it feel all sore but the free boobs? Worth it.

Actually, let me tell you the greatest tiddie moments during your time with the crusaders.

First off, Jotaro's

You stumbled across an evil stand user, DIO's lackey. They were really strong and managed to nearly defeat you but Jotaro managed to arrive in time. The enemy stand user grabs you and throws you to Jotaro, assuming he would get off guard. But he catches you in his arms and hugs you closer to him. And wowie you felt all your energy return back, as if you didn't just get demolished by a stand user. As he was going to call [Star Platinum] you summoned your stand and gave the stand user a beatdown. All while you stay in Jotaro's arms and subtly grabbing his tiddies.

Jotaro was taken aback by the sudden energy but chuckles. He hides his smile under his hat but you could see it very clearly. "Jotaro can you take me to the hotel? I can't feel my legs.." He holds you up into the bridal position while you gave him a huge grin. "Good grief..."

On rare occasions, he would tease you about it.

Next, Mr. Joestar

He has a keen eye and notices you often staring onto the other crusader's man jugs. So he tests this theory out by bringing you to a crowded place.

"Mr. Joestar?? I can't fi—" You hit a hard chest, it's clothed with the same color as Joseph's and it was also huge so it's safe to assume it's him. "Mr. Joestar... I don't do well with crowded places." You look up at him, with your hands on his chest while being shoved around by strangers. "Is that so?" He scratches his head while you squint at him suspiciously. 'He's planning something...' Joseph animatedly turns his head, averting eyes, and whistles. You sighed and pat his chest. "I'm going back to the hotel." With that, you pushed your way through the crowd and went back. He wasn't sure if the pat was enough to confirm his suspicions but he sure will try something else.

Avdol,

Nights in Egypt are cold and it seems like this night was the coldest. The hotel's sheets were very thin, not enough to provide warmth and knock you out. Avdol could see you visibly shaking, desperately wrapping the sheet around you tightly for warmth. "Y/N?" He calls to you. You mumble a small "y-yeah?" And peeked your head through the covers to look at him. "I don't wanna sound improper but you look really cold." He scoots over in his bed. "Join me." He pats the empty spot. "Ca..can I?" He nods. You grabbed all your pillows and thin blanket and laid beside him, scooting close to him to get more warmth. He learned the boob thing you have going on with Jotaro and Joseph. This moment seems to confirm it.

You snuggled closer to him. "Is it ok if I cuddle you?" He nods his head and muttered, "sure." Taking this chance, you stuffed your face on his warm chest with your hands in front of you, squeeze between your bodies. And let's just say that you slept like a baby throughout that night.

Kakyoin,

Your experience with him is rather clichè.

Walking around the town, you searched for your friends since you got separated from Polnareff. And there you saw a familiar red hair and green uniform. Kakyoin was walking around and Jotaro was nowhere to be seen. "Hey, Kakyoin!" You ran up to him but only to trip when you were near him. He turns around hearing your voice and accidentally bringing him with you. You faceplanted on his chest. It was hard and it hurt.

Embarrassed, you immediately scooted away. "I'm so sorry, Kak!" He sits upright, groaning while you look at his head for any injuries. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry for that..." He laughs and shooks it off and you help him stood up. "It's fine. Maybe don't run next time."

And then Polnareff,

He would always pull you into a boob hug whenever he could. He also would always stick close to you so you would often hit your face on his boy milkers. Ironically the horniest man is the most oblivious one, he would probably be oblivious to your interest in boobs until someone points it out to him.

Looking through some goodies on the market, you heard Polnareff call you. Turning around, you hit something soft yet hard. The impact made you bounce away and fall but thankfully he was quick enough to catch you. "Sorry, fleur! Didn't mean to be so close!" And dear god. Your face was on his boobs because they were just so big. Muffled you told him. "It's ok." And then he proceeds to hug you closer to him. "I thought I lost you! Mr. Joestar said to not leave their buddy behind!" You almost passed out that time because it took him a while to realize that you were suffocating on his breasts.

And that concludes Y/N's Boobie Adventures.

I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST BOOB THING I DO- next is coc— jk

[slasherhaven]

Any headcanons for being childhood friends with any of the slashers? (preferably the Sinclair brothers but any are fine)

These got so long, I’m so sorry! 😂 But please enjoy!

Thomas, Michael, Jason, Brahms, and the Sinclair Brothers

Being Childhood friends and reuniting:

Thomas Hewitt

You went to school with Thomas and it was easy to see that you were the only friend he had.

Kids can be cruel, especially when they see someone as an easy target. Thomas was a quiet, insecure kid and they picked on him for that. His scars were the main thing they bullied him about.

You couldn’t remember how many times he cried to you, until he eventually stopped crying. Then he would just deal with it, keep his head down and take it. You knew it still bothered him, so you still comforted him, he didn’t even need to ask you to do so.

Beside his family, you were the only person he had. 

You knew each other into your teen years and he adored you. He loved you, whether those feelings were platonic or not.

Luda May loved as well, since you spent most of your time at the Hewitt residence visiting Tommy. She was glad that he had a friend.

But when everyone started leaving town, your family thought it was time to move as well. You can remember running to the Hewitt residence the night before you left to say goodbye to Tommy, you had both cried before you had to leave him.

A few years passed. You became an adult and moved away from your parents. You had heard them talking though, about how there Hewitts apparently never left town, about how they insisted on staying. Everyone thought they were crazy for it and while you loved the family you couldn’t help but agree. There was nothing in town for them anymore, how where they even getting by?

But you decided to pay them a visit. You still thought about Thomas and the family a lot, so you wanted to check in on them. Now that you weren’t living with your family.

You walked up to the familiar house and knocked on the door. Luda May was the one who opened it and she instantly recognised you, smiling brightly and inviting you inside for a cup of tea.

The two of you sat in the kitchen, catching up, until she came to her senses and pointed out that you were probably here for Tommy. So, she called him down.

When he stepped into the kitchen, he just stared at you. He couldn’t believe you were hear after all that time passed. He thought for sure you would have moved far away and forgotten about him.

He had always been taller than most people but now that he was an adult he was even taller, and broader, but you still recognised him as Tommy.

Luda May smiled at you both and told you that she would give you some privacy before leaving the kitchen.

“Hey, Tommy” you greeted him with the kind smile that he still remembered, even after all this time. “I heard your family never left town, so...I came to see you” you explained your presence.

Once he was sure that this really was you and that you were still looking at him the same way you used too, Thomas crossed the kitchen and pulled you into a hug. You smiled into his chest and you returned the embrace.

“I missed you too, Tommy” you confessed.

You couldn’t imagine the people who remained in the town after you left became any kinder, you couldn’t imagine how Tommy felt. Dealing with their ridicule and not having his one friend to turn too.

But you were here now and that’s all that mattered, you are here for as long as he needed you to be.

Michael Myers 

CLICK HERE for Michael’s post.

Jason Voorhees

You had been Jason’s only friend at camp, sweet, kind, and caring. You would defend him against the bullies, wipe his tears when he cried, and hugged him to comfort him. You had even met Mrs Voorhees once and she loved you, you were the only person who was sincerely kind to her son.

But then the ‘accident�� happened and you never saw Jason, your best friend, again. The camp closed down so you never returned, not until years later.

You were an adult now, flipping through an old photo album, smiling at an image of you and Jason as children. You had never forgotten about the boy, how could you? 

And of course you had heard the rumours of him having come back to haunt the camp, and it pissed you off that people would use your best friend’s death as a scary story.

It was then that you decided to take a trip up to the camp. Parking your car and walking into the old abandoned camp, memories of your summers here coming flooding back.

Jason had heard the car and expected a group of teenagers that he would have to deal with, but instead he saw one person with flowers in their hand.

You walked along the dock that the accident happened on and sighed, placing the flowers down at the end. There was no memorial for him but you thought the poor boy deserved some flowers.

Jason watched from the safety of the trees, watching you place down the flowers and pay your respect to...him. When you turned around he got a better look at your face. It took him a minute but he could finally place your face, how could he forget you? You were older now but he could recognise your face.

You had decided to explore the old camp, thinking back with a sad nostalgia. Jason watched you the whole time, no intention of hurting you, you had been the only one who cared for him. He was more considering whether he should approach you or not. He decided against it, not wanting to scare you.

Eventually you left, saddening Jason, but your visits became a regular thing. You’d bring flowers to put at the end of the dock for Jason, even though you noticed that the last bouquet you left was gone by your next visit.

This time, you had sat down at the end of the dock, looking out into the water, and you spoke. You apologised for not having been there, for not being able to help him all those years ago, told the still water that you missed him.

He had missed you too and maybe that’s why Jason found himself walking towards you, standing still at the start of the dock, waiting for you to turn and notice him. 

Finally, you did, gasping at the sight of his large masked figure. You panicked at first before piecing the rumours together, could this really be Jason or where you letting stories get to your head.

“J-Jason?” you took your chances and he nodded, confirming your theory. “You’re...I...but, how?” he didn’t respond, of course, he just stood still and tense. “The rumours...the stories...they’re all true, aren’t they?” he hesitates but nods. That’s when your gaze fully focuses on the machete in his hand. All the stories were true...

Noticing your focus on his weapon, he dropped it to the floor. He wanted to show that he wasn’t going to hurt you, he remembered you.

Jason was alive...kind of? Well, he was standing in front of you and you could only feel happy about it.

He completely froze when you ran up to him and threw your arms around him, telling him that you missed him and that you were glad he was alright. He expected you to be afraid but all you could focus on was your childhood friend being right in front of you, and having been alone all this time. 

He cautiously wrapped his arms around your body and relaxed. You were exactly how he remembered you. Still sweet, kind, and caring. Now that you knew he was here, your visits were about to becoming much more regular.

Brahms Heelshire 

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Bo Sinclair

You had lived in the little town of Ambrose and been about the same age as Bo. It wasn’t a large town so there weren’t many kids your age, you thought Bo was lucky to have a twin, until you realised just how different they were.

Bo was a difficult child, no doubt about it, he clearly had a lot of trouble controlling his anger, but you never let it bother you. You always pushed past it, showed him that he couldn’t push you around, and eventually befriended him, even if he wouldn’t admit you were friends.

He left the house more than his twin brother, in fact he seemed to prefer being away from the house. So he ended up spending a lot of time with you.

You eventually found out why he liked being away from his house, learning how his parents treated him when you accidently saw the scars that wrapped around his wrists. He told you everything then, with a brave face, he didn’t let one tear fall even though you partly wished he did.

He was an angry and angsty kid, but it never bothered you. You’d still smile and laugh. He was a bad influence, having you sneak out at night to meet him. But you were the light at the end of a shitty day for Bo.

Then he left town, him and his brothers just left one day and you didn’t see them again. It broke your heart, even if Bo was difficult he was your best friend and now he was gone.

Eventually you moved away from the little town, hoping for something bigger and better, but something just kept tugging at the back of your mind. You felt like you had left something there.

Years passed but eventually you decided to head back, just for a trip, nostalgia and all that, and to hopefully get rid of that nagging feeling.

You were so close to the little town when your car broke down. Luckily, a man had been driving by and offered you a lift. He asked if he knew you, recognising your face, but you told him that you didn’t think so. You didn’t recognise him. But you told him that you grew up in the town and where just visiting, that’s when he knew he had to mention that to Bo.

He took you into town and dropped you off at the garage before leaving. When you headed inside, nobody was there.

When Bo heard about the new visitor being somebody who grew up in Ambrose from Lester, he didn’t think too much about it. It was strange, sure, but in the end it didn’t really matter.

It didn’t matter until he wandered down to the garage and saw you, nearly instantly recognising you. He hated that he remembered you, that you had enough of an impact on him to be worth remembering him. Something told him that you might remember him as well, and you definitely would when he gave you his name. He probably caused enough trouble as a kid to be worth remembering. 

“Well, what brings you back to Ambrose?” Bo asked, his voice making you turn around, a little startled.

“I...Bo?” recognition of the man in front of you interrupted your explanation.  

“Thought you actually got out of this place” he seemed unfazed by you being here but you knew him better than that. He always acted less bothered than he was, unless he was angry, then it was the complete opposite. 

“I did...kind of. I left but something just had me coming back” you shrugged. 

“Miss me that much?” Bo asked with a smirk. It was good to see that his arrogance didn’t disappear during his time out of town. 

“In your dreams” you joked, too happy to see him to even try to keep your smile off of your face. “When did you even get back to Ambrose?” you asked. 

“A while ago. I mean, it’s ‘home’, right?” he scoffed a little. He had never been a huge fan of the little town. 

“How are your brothers? Are they here too?” you asked.

“Sure. Vincent is up at the house. Lester drove you here” Bo nodded. 

“Oh God, that was Lester? I didn’t even recognise him!” your eyes widened. 

“‘course you didn’t, he was a kid when we left” Bo chuckled, shaking his head at you. 

“Why didn’t you let me know you were back in town?” you asked. You didn’t think he would ever come back to the little town, you thought he’d want to get away from it. 

“You weren’t that important” he shrugged. 

“Oh please, you recognised me as soon as you walked in here. You missed me too” you scoffed, reminding him that you knew him better than that.

“...welcome home, Y/n” a genuine smile grew on Bo’s face, making you smile as well.

Of course it wouldn’t be long before you discovered the town’s little secret and then there was no way that they could let you leave...it gave Bo the perfect excuse to keep you around.

But for now, you could just reunite with old friends.

Vincent Sinclair 

You had lived in the little town of Ambrose and been about the same age as Vincent. It wasn’t a large town so there weren’t many kids your age, you thought Vincent was lucky to have a twin, until you realised just how different they were.

Vincent was the quieter twin, the one who was left with severe facial scars that he was incredibly insecure about, Bo was louder, more abrasive and that’s what kept you away from him. 

Any other kids weren’t too kind to Vincent, but you were and that’s when you both grew so close. He adored you for your kindness. 

You’d hang out in the Wax Museum or around the back of it, anywhere private where it could just be the two of you.

You never judged him, you were never cruel. You would comfort him when he was upset, make him laugh and smile. He had even let you see his face from time to time. You never reacted poorly, you always smiled, you even told him he was handsome. He adored you.

But then he had to leave...and he didn’t think he would ever see you again, and neither did you. After that, he became even more quiet and secluded.

Eventually you moved away from the little town, hoping for something bigger and better, but something just kept tugging at the back of your mind. You felt like you had left something there.

Years passed but eventually you decided to head back, just for a trip, nostalgia and all that, and to hopefully get rid of that nagging feeling.

You drove into town, getting an eerie feeling from how quiet and empty it seemed. Maybe a lot of people had moved away...

When you couldn’t find anyone, you headed for the Wax Museum. You and Vincent would hang out there a lot as kids, since his parents owned it and he didn’t like being out in public too much.

You explored the familiar building curiously. It was dusty but not as unkept as it should have been. Somebody had been here. Maybe not everyone had left the town?

Vincent had seen you as soon as you entered the building, and watched you wander around. He noticed how the family pictures made you smile, how you admired the art work, but what he noticed the most was how familiar you looked.

You smiled some more as you picked up one of the pictures, the one of three young brothers. That’s when it hit him. He knew you, he remembered you, and it seemed that you remembered him as well.

You continued to explore before turning to the doorway, gasping at the large figure standing there. 

It didn’t take you long to recognise him. He was a lot taller than the kid you knew and he had let his hair grow even longer, but the mask was a dead give away.

“Vincent?” you asked gently, a smile forming on your face when he nodded. “Uh...do you remember me?” he nodded instantly, making you smile some more.

Vincent appeared to be just as cautious as he was all those years ago, walking further into the room.

You met him half way, giggling to yourself about how tall he had gotten. “Y’know I came here because I missed you? Thought it’d be fun to revisit some old memories but...this is much better” you told him.

His head tilted to the side curiously, like he was asking if you were being honest.

“I mean it, Vinny. I missed you” you assured him, placing a hand on his arm.

Just like that, Vincent wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into an almost desperate embrace. You smiled and instantly returned his hug, needing it just as much as he did.

Vincent never thought he’d see you again, his only friend, but he missed you and was glad to have you back. He still adored you and hoped you would stay, he couldn’t lose you again. He was just terrified of what you would think when you found out the truth about this town.

Lester Sinclair 

You had lived in the little town of Ambrose and been about the same age as Lester. It wasn’t a large town so there weren’t many kids your age, so you and Lester became very close friends.

At home, Lester got the least attention out of his brothers. Bo was a handful and Vincent seemed to by their mother’s favourite child, so they got most of the attention. He didn’t mind that much but he did like that he got all of your attention when it was just the two of you. You made him feel important and you both got along incredibly well.

The two of you would hang out all the time, often getting told off for running around too far in the woods.

And then, the brothers had to leave town, breaking both of your hearts. Neither of you thought you’d see each other again.

Eventually you moved away from the little town, hoping for something bigger and better, but something just kept tugging at the back of your mind. You felt like you had left something there.

Years passed but eventually you decided to head back, just for a trip, nostalgia and all that, and to hopefully get rid of that nagging feeling. 

You were so close to the little town when your car broke down. Luckily, it wasn’t a long before a truck appeared driving up the road, pulling over when the driver saw you struggling with your car.

Something about the man seemed familiar when he hopped out of his truck but you couldn’t place it.

“Need some help?” the man asked with a smile. He was dirty and something about him seemed a little odd but he didn’t make you uncomfortable and he seemed friendly enough. 

“Uh...yeah, if you don’t mind. It just stopped and I don’t know that much about cars” you sighed, glaring the car down as if it personally wronged you. 

“I can take you into town, to the garage” he offered. 

“That would be great” you accepted the offer with small smile. 

“What brings you out here anyway?” he asked as you grabbed a bag from your car, slamming the door shut.  

“I was actually heading into Ambrose. I grew up here. Something just pulled be back, I guess” you told him as you walked towards the truck. 

“...Y/n?” the man asked your name, surprise evident in his voice. 

You turned back to the man, wondering how he knew your name, but then it hit you. “...Lester?” you asked, putting a bright smile on his face as he nodded. “Oh my God, I thought you left town!” you threw your bag into the truck and quickly ran over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him.

Lester instantly returned your hug, holding you close. He had missed you so much. 

“We came back a while ago. Saw you moved away” Lester explained as you pulled away from the embrace, your hands resting on his shoulders and his on your waist.

“We? Your brothers?” you asked, eyes widening slightly.

“Yeah, they’re in town. Bo runs the garage actually” he told you. “Are you staying for a while?” he asked, seriously hoping you’d say yes.

“I was planning on staying a few days but now I have to stay longer” you smiled brightly. You didn’t plan on leaving him again so soon.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to the house and get Bo to look at your car” Lester offered before releasing you and heading around the truck to climb inside.

“Hey, Lester?” you stopped him by grabbing his arm, making him turn back to you. “I missed you” you told him.

“I missed you too” Lester smiled at you, glad to hear he wasn’t the only one.

The two of you climbed into the truck and headed towards Ambrose, ready to see his brothers again. Lester worried about you discovering what they were up to in the town, he just wanted to be able to spend some time with you again.

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On a Tuesday | p. 1 Alternate Ending Headcanons

So I guess I wasn’t as done with this as I thought I was lol. I wanted to explore what On a Tuesday would have looked like if Peter had showed up at the end of the first part before she left 😢 I got this idea from @reidslovely’s wonderful story “It’s Nice to Have a Friend” so thank you ❤️ I hope you all love it, and thank you as always for reading!

Part One Part Two

Masterlist

As you were packing up your things into the trailer on that hot Tuesday morning, after Gwen and Harry had pulled up, you tried to keep the tears at bay – tears that they actually came and tears that there was only a few hours left with them. But there was no keeping it in once you saw that ratty car squeal down the street and into your driveway. The car you horribly sung songs so loud in that it left your ears ringing, the one you ate greasy fast food in, and the one you sat on the hood of while staring up at the night sky on summer nights.

Gwen and Harry would make room as Peter’s hurried steps came closer. The tears stung your eyes, turning his form into a watery mirage that you wanted to reach out to. Your cheeks stained wet when you squeezed your eyelids shut and just let him come to you. As his arms wrapped around you three, your world was enveloped in Peter. The familiar scent of his clothes and the sounds of his own sniffling felt right. It felt like home…

Part of you wanted to bang your fists against his chest in anger, anger that your surrogate family came back just as you were about to leave home. But as you lifted your head and brought your arm up to your face, wiping away the tears, you finally saw him, his messy hair, his panting chest, and his trembling smile.

It wasn’t until everyone pulled away that you noticed the crumpled piece of paper in his hands... your letter. Where you confessed that he had forever changed your life, how much you missed the friendship you guys had, and how you wished him the best in figuring himself out. You hoped it would be a bucket of cold water to shock his system, and as you really looked at him, your heart leapt at how awake, present even, he was.

You were grateful to see all of them together once again, and your parents were ecstatic, greeting them inside instantly. You got to talk with each of them individually throughout the time spent packing, finally getting to air out thoughts long held close to your chest.

When you were carrying boxes with Peter, which he lifted much too easily it seemed, he gave that apology you’d been praying for.

“I know you have every right to hate me and never want to speak to me again. I just wanted to say I’m sorry for... everything,” he said, running a tired hand over his face. You set the boxes into the trailer, finally turning to each other. He’d been nearly glued to your side the whole time he was here, and now he felt too close and not close enough at the same time.

“I’m sorry for disappearing after... Uncle Ben. I’m sorry for being a shit friend. And I’m sorry for not treating you like the person who was the reason I got out of bed some days, because you were.”

Those words curled around his rumbling voice made your eyes shut tight, your lungs hold your breaths just a little longer. You felt his gaze watching every move, knowing his eyes were scanning your face for acceptance, a rejection, something.

It wasn’t until he spoke again that you looked at him, any hesitation you had disappearing when seeing his eyes shimmering in the sunlight.

“I get it if you want to call it quits, but if you’re willing, I’d want to stay in touch. Be friends again. It doesn’t have to be that often even, just catching up a couple times a day.” 

You were sure his goofy smile matched yours, loud laughs ringing out into the summer air. Resting your head on his shoulder, you let out a long sigh, saying, “Yeah, I think we can do that, Peter.”

When everyone came back out, you worked to shut the trailer door. It finally latched after Harry shoved his body against some bulging boxes. The four of you then wrapped yourselves into a hug again, your hands clenching tight to them. It felt not long enough when your mom spoke up.

“Oh, I can’t stand seeing this. How about we go to one last lunch together?”

You all looked at each other, permanent smiles etched onto your faces. Gwen was the first to say, “Oh, we’re so going to Mick’s!”

The rest of you murmured hungry agreements, everyone racing to their cars, but since it was your last day, everyone decided to pile into Peter’s for a final ride and meet your parents there. It was filled with the usual singing and grins that hurt your jaw from holding them so long. You were grateful for the distraction, afraid if the space between one song ending and the next one beginning was too long, it’d bring everything back again.

Eating at Mick’s was just as it was before, with tossing fries at each other and making dumb jokes. Though your send-off didn’t include any wheatcakes, it still felt like reliving your guys’ best memories.

Lunch ended all too soon, but you were happy they were back to make saying goodbye a bit harder. The long car ride involved texting nearly constantly with them, updating those three on each state line you crossed and any weird side road attractions you passed.

The four of you promised to stay in touch – writing letters, trying to remotely watch movies together (even if trying to hit “play” at the same time never worked out), texting funny memes to each other, and setting up monthly video calls.

Your favorite were the ones where Aunt May appeared in the background of Peter’s video call, making faces to the camera to always make you laugh.

And you really did keep in touch with them. They’d all be over at the Parkers and call you on your birthday, sharing a plate of wheatcakes across the country in your honor. As you had your own plate in front of you and listened to their off-key singing, your heart felt full from so far away.

You were so happy to see that Harry got into volunteering over the school year, helping those that don’t have the kind of money the Osborns had. Though it didn't impress his father at all, it gave Harry purpose.

Gwen, of course, became valedictorian and led the women’s science club beautifully. You virtually cheered at her heartwarming speech that they livestreamed online. And she ended up convincing all of you to attend ESU together, and none of you had to think twice about it.

And Peter... he kept his promise of staying in touch. You two texted each other often and began messaging outside of any group chats with Gwen or Harry more and more. He’d send you incredible pictures he took of the city and ask how every test you told him about went. You loved the late-night calls the two of you had. Your eyes stared up at the dark ceiling just listening to him talk about anything and everything.

It wasn’t until you woke up to a “good morning” text every day for a week that you realized your best friend may have been becoming more than just a best friend.

Eventually, one night after a long call, the two of you were about to hang up. With a long yawn, you told him good night, but a tired “love you” slipped out along with it.

Too many long seconds of silence passed between the buzzing line before you heard a crackling, “What’d you just say?”

“Nothing, Peter. I said good night!”

As you were about to hang up the phone with warm cheeks and a wincing face, he shouted, “Wait, wait wait! Don’t hang up! I love you too!”

As more silence passed, a soft “Hello?” came from his end of the line.

And though you both were just about to fall asleep with eyes that could barely stay open, you knew neither of you could sleep now with your pounding hearts. You two laughed, unsurprised that this was how you’d confess your love for each other.

You two did long-distance, and though you hadn’t planned to tell anyone about it at first, Gwen picked up on the fact that you were hiding something within minutes. There was no stopping her, and you got a “Congrats! About time ;P” text from Harry not too long after

As the start of college grew closer, you and Peter agreed that you would take things slowly. You wanted to adjust to living in New York again, especially with being away from your parents, and you were excited to finally be with your friends again. College was a big change, and taking things slow with Peter would help with that.

. . . 

You didn’t last a week before Peter broke down and stood with you outside your campus apartment building, the moonlight shining a spotlight onto you, and held your face in his hands asking to kiss you. The way his eyes took you in like he never wanted to forget this moment and the way his thumb caressed your cheek, there was no way you could say no.

After leaving you breathless against the brick wall, his arms wrapped around your sides, you couldn’t help letting out a laugh as your head rested in the crook of your neck. You checked your watch, and it’d just passed midnight... on a Tuesday.

Thank you guys. This story means more to me than I thought it ever would, and you helped with that. Hope you’ve loved it like I have ❤️

[tinyyoungblood]

Did you see my Peter Parker request bestie of you coming through peters window and him helping you patch your wounds like you have done for him in the past. He was the only place you could think of with as much pain you were in on little to no time you almost faint when you get through his window. And he might kiss some of your wounds because he’s not really sure what else he can do to make you feel better ? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺

ring pop | peter parker

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

warning: angst, mention of blood, fluff

a/n: writing headcanons for so long has literally butchered my ability to string proper sentences together so this is rough lol, but i loved this request! listen to “ring pop” by jax if you want the full fluff experience. enjoy x

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Before you say anything—” You held up your palms as Peter’s eyes widened in the dark, taking in your battered form from where he lied on his bed. A chill creeped through the opened window, making you shiver and grit your teeth. “I just want to let you know that if I don’t make it tonight, you have full permission to use my eulogy as a posthumous lecture.”

“A posthumous—” Peter cast his notebook to the side and got to his feet. “Y/N, you’re bleeding. What happened?”

“Is May home?” You asked quickly, ignoring his question.

“May?” Peter repeated, staring at you like he had never heard of that woman.

“Your aunt?” Your vision started to get patchy.

“My—” He shook his head. “May isn’t home, it’s just us. But you know that, it’s Wednesday, she always works late on Wednesdays.”

Peter was rambling now, talking to you like you weren’t dripping blood on the pillow on his floor. Or maybe he wasn’t, you couldn’t tell. All you knew was the stabbing pain on your left shoulder, piercing into your arm like lightning.

At once, Peter stopped talking. “You’re not okay,” he pointed out, though he had said it to no one in particular.

“What gave it away?” You retorted half-heartedly. Narrowing his eyes at you, he stepped forward. Before you could protest, Peter was already in front of you, lifting your arms carefully as he raked your body.

You winced as his hand bumped into your waist and he immediately let go, flashing you an apologetic look. His voice was laced with concern. “What happened to you?”

Your neck ached a little from a muscular knot you’d hardly noticed before. It throbbed now with discomfort and strain. You offered him a crooked smile. “I slipped.”

“You did not slip,” Peter scoffed, ever the realist, and took your hand, lacing it with yours while guiding you to sit down on his bed. “You’re one sneeze away from death, Y/N. Tell me what happened.”

Peter kneeled on the carpet floor and retrieved the first aid kit from under his bed. It was covered in glow-in-the-dark cars stickers, which you recognised from a fair that you had once went to together. It was the only thing you had won that night and Peter had smiled so brightly when you gave them to him, but somehow, you still found yourself surprised to see them in his possession.

“I fell off a roof,” you said, tracing the lining of his blanket as Peter popped the lid open. His eyes flicked to yours before he went back to taking out some cotton balls. He stepped into the space framed by your knees and peeled off the remnants of your suit, rolling it to rest at your waist. A deep punctured wound glared at him.

“Did you fall into a thorn bush?” Peter asked drily. “Or was there a spear on the sidewalk that impaled you?”

You winced as he tapped the soaked cotton balls on your skin, the alcohol burning in a way that you weren’t used to. He was gentle and froze whenever you flinched before continuing, but you knew by his flat gaze that he wanted the real answer or nothing. You cleared your throat and fixed your eyes on his dishevelled curls. “Fine,” you murmured. “Someone pushed me off the roof.”

Peter glanced at you. Without saying a word, he pressed the bottle of rubbing alcohol into your hands. You watched as he picked up some gauze and signalled for you to lift your left arm. Cautiously, he draped the clean piece of cloth around your forearm. His knuckles brushed against your skin. You took a breath. “There were four guys trying to break into the flower shop across Delmar’s. One of them got ahold of my sheath and things got ugly. But I swear I’m fine,” you added as Peter worked on your other arm.

He tied the ends into a knot and nodded to the bandage that he had just secured on your left arm. “You’re already bleeding through your bandages. I wouldn’t call that fine.”

You glanced down. A faint red blossom of blood had spread on the bandage. You tugged awkwardly at the strip of gauze. “Subjectively fine,” you amended before looking up, turning your narrowed gaze to his. “This isn’t fair. I don’t see why you’re making a big deal out of this when you slip into my room nearly every night while bleeding to death.”

Peter looked affronted at that. “It’s not the same.”

“How is that not the same?” You asked incredulously.

“Because it’s me,” Peter snapped. “I’m the one bleeding. Not you. That’s what makes this not fine.”

“Oh, please.” Scorn dripped off your lips. “Don’t pull that white knight bullshit on me. I’m perfectly capable of doing this myself.”

You snatched the gauze out of his hands and fiddled with it. The next bandage had to be wrapped under your arm and around your shoulder. You knew how to take care of wounds—the task had become a vital skill in not only your life—but this was more challenging than you would ever admit. You simply couldn’t reach that way. Your limbs were still aching and you felt the beginning of an awful headache coming. Having Peter watch you intensely didn’t help your case either, especially when annoyance and pity flashed in those brown eyes that you normally sought out for comfort. There was no comfort in this.

But you weren’t going to be the one to ask for help, and Peter knew that. He loosened a breath and held out his open palm to you, waiting patiently for you to relent. You stared at his hand for a moment and dropped the gauze roll into it. Silently, Peter worked on your arm, leaning in to loop the bandage behind you. You were both aware of how close he was. His warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear.

Peter wrapped the strip around your arm twice and tied it near the joint. You expected him to step back, facing you with an expression that was most likely regret or spite or both. But he didn’t budge. Both of you had gone utterly still.

Your pulse picked up. You knew that Peter could hear it, probably see it too. You wondered if it matched his own beat. But before you even knew what his intentions were, Peter lowered his head.

His lips hovered just above the warm juncture between your shoulder and the column of your neck—a spot that Peter always seemed to gravitate to. You drew in a sharp breath. The barest movement and his lips brushed your skin. Desire and a sense of familiarity coursed through you.

“I don’t want to fight,” he mumbled. “I just…I don’t know what else to do.” He left a trail of warm, soft kisses down your slender neck. You exhaled slowly and let Peter say what he needed to say without uttering a single word. He pressed a kiss to the end of your jawline and moved smoothly up to your ear. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Then he stepped back and looked you in the eyes. “It’s fine,” you said, the beginning of a smile forming on your lips. “Just don’t give me a hard time when it’s uncalled for. You patched up my wounds. That is enough.”

Peter didn’t look convinced. He lifted an eyebrow as you pulled him forward, pushing him into the mattress so you were lying side by side. Comfortable silence fell. Your eyelids felt heavier with each second, memories of vivid city lights blurred inside your head as you slipped in and out of consciousness. You knew you had to change out of your suit, but the softness of his duvet was too alluring. Too peaceful.

You felt warm breath fanning over your arm, followed by the soft press of familiar lips.

“What are you doing?” You asked, opening your eyes and pushing Peter’s face gently away. His curls fell carelessly onto your cheek as he looked up at you with raised brows. You caught a whiff of his shampoo. You loved that smell.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m kissing your boo-boos better.” He made to lower his head again, and you laughed.

“Don’t call them boo-boos. I was literally stabbed with a knife.”

He growled against your collarbone. “Don’t remind me.” Again, those lips on your skin.

If you had thought that peace was the cosiness of Peter’s bed, then you stood corrected. You found peace in the careful and tender kisses Peter left on your skin. You found it in the way his thumb rubbed mindless circles into your waist—careful not to touch any bruises. Even the citrus smell of his shampoo, surrounding you like a daydream felt like peace to you.

Everything about Peter Parker brought you peace and comfort.

“I have something for you,” Peter said, grinning excitedly.

“Oh?”

You watched as Peter rose to his feet, almost tripping over the notebook he had tossed to the ground after you had climbed through his window. He stumbled to the desk and shuffled through his papers until he found what he was looking for and let out a pleased hum. He lied back down beside you, propping himself on his elbow before presenting you a small object.

“A ring pop?” You asked, amused. Peace, peace, peace.

Peter shrugged, eyes cast downward. “Yeah, is that okay?” He said. “I know it’s not enough but—”

“It’s perfect,” you cut in, the corners of your mouth began to hurt from how broadly you smiled.

“I…” Peter blinked at you. “You’re sure?”

You nodded and your mouth quirked to the side. “As long as this is not my engagement ring, it’s more than enough.”

Chuckling, Peter slipped the ring pop on your finger and gave the back of your hand a kiss. He then twisted and grabbed the water bottle standing on his night stand. He unscrewed the cap and took off the plastic ring that sat at the neck of the bottle, offering it to you.

“It’s just a promise,” he explained before shooting you a toothy grin. “So we can both be each other’s annoying white knights.”

“I like that,” you responded, mirroring his grin. You slipped the plastic ring on his finger and frowned. It was hardly big enough and sat awkwardly at his knuckle.

“It doesn’t fit,” you said uselessly, and Peter waved you off.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get me a ring pop when your organs work again.” He shot you a wink. “Everyone deserves an edible promise ring, don’t you think?”

You laughed.

Peace, peace, peace.

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stay hydrated pals

[boytouya]

like real people do

pairing ★ dabi x male reader

genre ★ fluff, angst, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff...

warnings ★ manga spoilers, blood (crying)

w.count ★ 1440

request ★ “I nearly sent an ask to Slutouya thinking it was you for the 4th time💀 I want request headcanons of bath times with Dabi where he lets you take care of him, wash and baby him.” -anon

a/n: why did i realize that you said headcanons after i wrote it- i’m so sorry!! taglist in the reblogs <3

A single droplet of red makes way to cool water, swirling in different directions until it relaxes into a pale shade of baby pink. Touya’s back rests against the cool, porcelain surface of your bathtub, his cold staples pressing into his shoulder blades. Grooves of torn skin, rotten and purple, carry flashes of pain across his torso, his neck, his arms, his jaw. But with you, it feels numb. The gentle caress of water on his skin is almost heaven, soothing to his broken skin as he presses his head against your hands. Touya doesn’t complain, not when you fill a cup with water and pour it over his white locs of hair. Not when your fingers massage his scalp so tenderly, not when you hum to him.

His eyes, squeezed painfully shut with stress he didn’t know was building behind his skull, open slowly. You. You were his boy, his everything. The reason why he watched the sun rise, the reason why his touches across your skin would linger. The reason why he looked forward to the next morning. Even if it was filled with pain. You’d be there. You made life worth living. Maybe he cared too much, maybe there wasn’t really someone there for him, maybe he was making it all up. Maybe one day you’d disappear into thin air, leaving him with a wreckage of his own body and soul. And maybe it wasn’t genuine. Maybe it was a facade. Maybe you weren’t his boy, and he was yours. But he hoped, and he pleaded to anything, anyone that you were. He knew he was yours. And he hoped to God you were his. He loved you. Tenderly, tragically. He loved you.

Tonight, he’d stare at the cool water rippling in your bathtub and ponder. About you, about himself. A gentle shade of pink, the same as the limited space of healthy skin on his face when you said something to get back at him. Tonight, he’d let blood red tears trail down his face while he loses himself in the sound of your voice. Your humming, your laughter, your positive affirmations. Tonight, he’d listen. No arguing, no awkward jokes after you compliment him. He‘ll give in, just this once, for you. Maybe even for himself. A gentle kiss on his shoulder pulls him back to reality, Dabi’s eyes shifting upwards through his eyelashes to stare up at you. A bit silly from his angle, but everything he’s always wanted nonetheless. ‘Tense’ is the word your lips form, and he can feel his eyebrows press together in confusion. Your hand, steady against his quivering shoulder, presses down gently and- oh. His shoulders are tense.

It’s a shame he cant bathe for too long, not with skin grafts. But he enjoys it anyway, shifting his weight against the bathtub so he can face you, even with suds of soap ruining his hair. He can tell you pushed it back just to kiss his forehead, and there he goes...turning just as pink as the bloodstained water. Just about everything he knew was bloodstained these days. Soaked and overflowing, spilling over the edge until he’s drowning in it. It’s thick and merciless, creeping through his staples and stitches and-

You flick water at him in his direction, a sweet smile on your face. It reaches your eyes, high on the apples of your cheeks. So perfect. You’re so perfect. A pretty boy with pretty hair, pretty eyes, pretty skin. He lifts his hands, mimicking Frankenstein for a moment (which he deems as ironic, considering he was the embodiment of such a thing) before wiggling his fingers. Droplets of water land on your face, resting on your cheeks as your hands shoot in front of yourself. The sound you make is ebullient and loud against the tiles of the bathroom. He wished he could bottle it up, keep it safe around his neck and open it whenever he needed a mood boost. All to himself, something to get drunk on over and over.

Touya can’t quite place the sound of his laugh. Airy and tarnished, completely vacant of the bright boy he used to be. But he laughs anyway. He lets it float into the air, even if it falls on his thrawn ears, anomalous to even himself. You seem to never care, your eyes glazing over with something luminous whenever you hear it. He’d never admit it out loud, but it hurts his chest. The catch lights of your eyes reflect the dim lighting of your bathroom, and he can see himself in their reflection. Through your eyes, there’s nothing distorted. Nothing wrong with him, nothing out of place. Through your eyes, he carries the secrets to the universe. Beneath the sleeve of scars is something magical, enchanted and special. But Dabi remains stubborn— slow with handing you his heart. But you knew, and he knew. The best of him belonged to you.

Your warm hands cup his cheeks, just as he’d done with you several times. Sure, a bit of soap had smeared across his face, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Touya can feel his heart do somersaults in his chest, beating against his ribcage as his heart begs him to say something. Give himself to you, offer his hands to sit atop yours, to engulf your own in his kindling flame.

Though the water had cooled long ago, the air against Dabi’s skin burns. Sets his skin on fire, surrounded by shades of blue, the same as his flames, the same as the blue chrysanthemums he gave to his mother in the hospital. It isn’t unfamiliar, Dabi is adjusted to the feeling of burning. Searing through his skin, tearing apart his grafts and leaving him weak. Weaker than before, on doe legs that can’t seem to keep him up. But that’s when he’d turn to you. He’d lean on you. He never uttered a word, not when it counted. Not about you, not about his feelings towards you, but his brain would sing about it all day. All night.

“What're you thinking about?” Dabi whispers into your palms, his eyes fluttering closed. Droplets of water rest on his long eyelashes, collecting at the tip of each strand until he blinks them away. You could only conclude that it was therapeutic for him, and it felt a bit intrusive to watch him relax in your hands. He was yours to hold, to collect the remains of his shattered bones and put back together. Something so raw, so disgusting, but so completely, utterly, undeniably Dabi.

“Just you,” You sigh longingly, dipping the discarded cup back under the water to pour it over Touya’s head. He can feel your movements against the undulation of the water occupying the tub, tilting his head back upon instink. He bares his neck to you, in its full vulnerability, no longer wrapped in bandages that were stuffed with mangled gauze. He lets your feathering touches linger, the corners of his lips blooming into a small smile when his ears pick up the sound of a twinkle in your voice. It’s small, but it’s beaming. Shining against the edge of the tub, illuminating his face. You pinch the skin on his cheek ever so gently, admiration bubbling inside your core when he swats at your hand. “What're you thinking about, Stitches?”

Dabi’s face scrunches up, his nostrils flaring as his staples pull at his skin. The nickname, though a bit unoriginal, was in homage to that cute patchwork bear in Animal Crossing. He didn’t quite understand why you thought of him, seeing as the character was cute and cuddly, but he couldn’t say he didn’t like it. Because he did.

“This tub is big enough for two people.” He says instead, pulling your hands away from his scalp, though the rhythmic circles against his skull were good enough to lull him into a peaceful sleep. He only ever got those when he was with you. He knew you couldn’t join him, he was probably sitting in the bath for far too long anyways. But there would always be a next time, and next time he’d do the same for you. Whisper sweet words into your skin when you thought he wasn’t listening, cup your cheeks with his large hands, press his palms against the softness of your skin when you get tense. But for now, he’d relish in your familiarity. You were his sanction.

[rascalthehamster]

Maybe some headcanons on Lefty being yan over animatronic reader and trying to get them to see Michael and Henry as threats as well?

Yandere Lefty x animatronic reader headcanons

I did a photo of his plush because it’s so adorable.

Lefty with an animatronic darling is not nearly as scary as a human darling. Since you’re a fellow animatronic he won’t be nearly as aggressive. He’s still extremely possessive over you, seeing you with any other animatronic or person irritates him. Especially Michael and Henry. But since you’re not actually flesh and blood his aggressive nature won’t come to harm you, too much that is.

Say that, naturally you were harmed. You simply tripped off a stage and plummeted, forcing your arm to bend the wrong way. Your programming told you to go to parts and service to get looked at but Lefty wouldn’t let me. He would say, “shhh, I’ve got you now. I’ll fix you.”

You at first didn’t want to believe him. Why would the people that were here to help repair you want to do any harm?

Your attempts to fight back were either ignored out right or silenced by his shushing. He would grab your non-broken limb and direct you to a private corner away from everyone else. “You trust me don’t you?”

You don’t want to believe Lefty when he talks to you about Michael and Henry. He tells you they’re dangerous and that they plan on doing some very bad things to all of the animatronics, and if you’re not careful you could be hurt.

They seem so nice though, but Lefty is persistent. Constantly saying that they’re dangerous. He keeps you in an empty side room with him, isolating you from others.

He hates when you’re not with him. He gets a sickly feeling whenever you’re gone and will frantically search for you until you’re found. If you’re with either Henry or Michael he would get irrationally angry. He lurks from the shadows, waiting for you to be alone so he could reveal himself to you and take you back to that back room. This time, not letting you leave.

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Sorry if this is so short. I’m not the most familiar Lefty but I tried my best. I hope you enjoyed them!

[akakeiiji]

HI!~ (THIS IS MY FIRST TINE REQUESTING AND IM REALLY EXCITED) Can I request a scenario where their smol s/o (I'm like 155 or 5'1 for reference) gets easily lost? Like they just wonder off on their own cause they think that he's still with them and she tends to leave her phone with him so calling to find her is out of the question??? (Me honestly IM SORRY FRIENDS AND FAMILY) She likes a lot of things so sometimes its hard to find her cause they never know where she is? Ushi, Tsuki and Bokuto-🌼

-`,✎ Ushijima, Tsukishima and Bokuto losing their short S/O in a crowd

THIS REQUEST IS JUST TOO ADORABLE AND IT HITS SO CLOSE TO HOME!! We’re the same height nonnie 🤧🤧✋ Short gang, where ya’ll at? 

Also I apparently don’t know how to read because I thought you requested for headcanons at first despite you clearly asking for scenarios so I decided to keep the hcs since I was already halfway done with them~ hope you don’t mind, nonnie! 

The man is literally built like the empire state building, he just towers over everyone, it’s insane

And then there you are behind him, all tiny and stuff, it’s so friggin adorable

He doesn’t really notice your height difference at all

Whenever people point it out, he just cocks his head with his eyebrows furrowed and is like “Yeah, I’m tall?? And they’re short?? Why are you reacting like that?”

He’s genuinely confused and doesn’t see why it’s a big deal at all

When he looks at you he doesn’t really pick up on itty bitty details like your height and stature; he just sees you for the whole you and sees you simply as this perfect deity that he loves

But he does appreciate the perks that come with it such as the way you feel when he hugs you after a match or the way you look up at him so adorably when you’re trying to get a kiss

He also didn’t realize the cons that came with having a tiny s/o

There are many but we’re focusing on the fact that it’s so easy to lose you in a crowd

He’ll literally look away for 0.5 seconds and when he looks back at you, you’re suddenly gone

He probably won’t notice for a bit but after a while, he’ll wonder why you aren’t holding onto his sleeve or hand anymore

Whenever this happens he usually goes about it in two ways; he’d either stay still where he is and let you find him (which isn’t hard, he sticks out like a sore thumb) or if enough time passes, he’ll retrace his steps and look for you himself

He’ll have a tiny little frown on his face since he gets so worried about you, like you’re so tiny what if you get trampled??

When he does find you though, the wide smile on your face when you catch sight of him honestly makes the search worth it

can you tell that I miss ushi so friggin much

The streets in downtown Tokyo are always so packed at this time of day. There were hundreds of people rushing to and from work, tourists taking in the sights, and busy shoppers such as yourself and Ushijima; you two had just finished shopping together and were heading to your favorite restaurant in the area as you always do to end your date night.

Your hand remained tightly wrapped around the hem of your boyfriend’s coat as you two made your way down the busy streets, struggling to not get pulled away as people continued to mercilessly push past you. You would have much rather held Ushijima’s hand but he insisted on carrying all your shopping bags and was rather preoccupied with them at that moment.

He marched on, oblivious to your struggles behind him. It was during times like this when you hated how short your legs were, you were practically jogging to keep up with your boyfriend who, to him, was only going at a leisurely pace.

Before you knew it, your hand had loosened and you suddenly lost hold of his coat. You looked up, hoping to find him just a few feet away, but he had disappeared into the sea of people all around you.

Ushijima hadn’t noticed anything at first, he was too focused on where he was going to realize that the little tugs on the hem of his coat throughout the journey were suddenly gone. He looked down at both his hands and placed the shopping bags on one of them to the other so that he could use it to hold your own.

He held out his free hand behind him, calling out your name, and motioned for you to grab it. A few seconds went by of him gesturing like this only to be met with no response.

He looked back, eyebrows furrowed, only to find no sign of you.

Ushijima immediately stops in his tracks, eyes widening ever so slightly as he did a little 360 turn in his spot, raking over the crowds rushing past him in hopes he’d find your familiar head of hair bouncing about.

He stood motionless where he was, forcing people to walk around him—most wanted to tell him off for standing in the middle of the street but no one had the balls to.

A few minutes went by and he began walking down the direction he came from looking everywhere for you. Worry began to bubble in him when you were still nowhere to be found but suddenly he saw a figure waving at him from afar.

You were standing on top of those small cement blocks on the bottom street lights, waving your free hand that wasn’t wrapped around the lamp towards your boyfriend, grinning ear to ear when you met eyes with him.

Ushijima smiled in relief, shoulders relaxing as he made his way over to you. You met him halfway, immediately wrapping your arms around him in a hug, burying your face into his chest.

“I’m never letting go of your hand next time.” He said, pressing a chaste kiss on the top of your head before interlocking your fingers together. You laughed, nodding in agreement. “Definitely not.”

We all already know this: Kei is fucking ruthless

It doesn’t matter that you’re dating. It doesn’t matter that you’re literally his favorite person in the world tho he’ll never admit this to you you will not be free from his savageness

No one is more hyper-aware of your height difference than he is and no one teases you more than him

Tsukishima is literally the type to steal your things and hold them over your head or he’ll purposefully stand at full height whenever you want to kiss him just so that he can watch you struggle

“Oh, babe, I didn’t see you from down there.”

Is the type to purposefully put things you use all the time up on the top shelves in cupboards and cabinets

He says that he does this to annoy but really he does this so that you can call him to help you since he banned you from climbing the counters 🤧✋

He really loves your height though as much as he likes to tease you for it

He loves how easy it is to wrap his arms around you and how you burrow into his chest whenever you hug

His favorite thing about your height is probably the fact that it’s so comfortable being the big spoon with you since you fit so snuggly against him 🥺

again he’ll never tell you this, my man is tight-lipped

However he can get very protective over you, it’s like he developed this idea in this head that small = fragile

So whenever he loses track of you in a crowd (which happens a lot, it's honestly embarrassing) he immediately drops everything and searches for you

He’ll have this permanent pout on his face as he retraces his steps, going back to wherever you two were and keeping an eye out for either you or places that would catch your eye

Once he finally catches you, he’d sigh in relief and immediately put up his “i’m annoyed right now, give me attention” face and head over to you, knocking your head with his knuckles lightly

He’d lecture you a bit about staying close to him and he’d spend the rest of your time out with his eye on you and with his hand tightly wrapped around your own

The mall was always so crowded during the weekend especially now that Christmas was just around the corner. Tsukishima told you that you two should visit the mall later during the week but you were just so excited to see this new movie, he simply couldn’t say no; he cursed himself for being so tightly wrapped around your finger.

The building was already pretty full when you two entered the cinema but when you two emerged, it was as if the number of people there seemed to double in just a span of a few hours.

As you two made your way through the tight-knit crowds of people, the frown on Tsukishima’s face never left as people kept pushing and rushing past him. He called out your name behind him and said, “See, I told you we should have come after the weekend, it’s like half the city is here right now.”

He waited for your usual giggle or scoff, maybe a light smack on his arm as you tell him to brighten up but there wasn’t any of that.

“(Y/N)? Did you hear me? I—(Y/N?),” He turned around, worried that you may have been upset at him but instead was surprised to find that you weren’t trailing along behind him like he expected you to be.

He turned around fully, hands coming out of his pocket as he raked his eyes over the crowds of people around him. It would be nearly impossible to find you here, there were probably hundreds of people in the mall now.

Tsukishima groaned slightly as he ran a hand through his locks, his other hand going into his pant pocket to ring your phone only to realize that it was with him as well, right next to his. This elicited a second groan from the blonde.

Knowing you, you probably got distracted by something and wandered away from him.

He retraced his steps, keeping a close eye on his surroundings. He had no idea when you wandered away from him so you could have been anywhere. He stood at full height, towering over the majority of the crowd, and scanned the entirety of the floor and the shops on it.

He entered a few stores he knew you’d most likely visit; the bookstore, the pet store, and a shop that was having a 50% sale but he found no traces of you.

Tsukishima was about to give up and head to the information desk and ask them to announce something on the loudspeaker to grab your attention—probably something along the lines of “To the small gremlin wandering around floor three right now, please meet Tsukishima Kei at the main exit.”—when he spotted a bright store on the other side of the floor.

You were there. He just knew it.

He rolled his eyes as he made his way to the anime store and low and behold, there you were, crouching as you stared at the shelves of anime merchandise, a wide ear to ear grin on your face.

Tsukishima sighed and lightly smacked you, tearing you away from your thoughts and making you look up at him in shock.

“You are such an idiot, (Y/N).” You only laughed in response and wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your face onto his chest. “Aww, Kei! Were you worried about me?”

“Of course, I was. How do you expect me to feel?” He said with another roll of his eyes. He brought his hand up and placed it on top of your head. “I was worried someone thought you were a child and kidnapped you.”

You let out an indignant gasp and started to smack him but he only laughed and took your hand in his, dragging you out of the store behind him ignoring your protests.

Nobody in the whole entire world thinks you’re more adorable than Bokuto

He adores the fact that you’re so tiny, he likes you call you his pocket-sized s/o  

He never really teases you, instead he always coos and coddles you

He especially loves lifting you up in his arms and twirling you around, he always does this after winning a game and it always leaves you feeling dizzy

But you never complain bc who would complain about being hugged by Kou like that 🤧✋

However, as much as Bokuto loves how smol you are, he always kinda forgets that you’re short??

It’s because he’s always surrounded by tall people; his friends, the volleyball team, etc.

So he always forgets to adjust when he’s with you

And you know how some people just naturally walk really really fast, like they can’t help it, it’s just how they walk normally??

Yeah, that’s Bokuto

And this paired with the fact that he is literally 6’1 means he practically travels at light speed

Your tiny legs can barely keep up with your excitable boyfriend and you’re always practically jogging to keep up with him so if you take your eyes off of him for even just a few seconds he’ll probably run off somewhere and disappear 😔✋

This occurs so often when you two are out that you’re never shocked whenever it happens

It takes a few minutes before Bokuto realizes that he’s suddenly alone in a crowd and that you aren’t beside him like he thought you would be

AND IM SORRY BUT THE FIRST THING HE’LL DO IS JUST YELL OUT YOUR NAME REPEATEDLY AT FULL VOLUME WITH NO SHAME WHATSOEVER

“(Y/N)!! WHERE ARE YOU??”

Everyone around him would give him looks but he wouldn’t care, he just needs to find you fast or he’ll start panicking tho he lowkey already is

Some people would think that he’s looking for his kid but nah, he’s just looking for his smol s/o who would show up beside him after a while with a disgruntled look on their face

It never takes long for you two to reunite when you get separated, you just have to wait for the distinctive voice of your boyfriend yelling for you somewhere

When you two find each other, the first thing he’ll do is pull you into a tight hug, usually lifting you up from the ground as he presses a few kisses on your cheeks in relief

He’ll remember to walk slowly for the rest of the time you’re out, usually with his arm over your shoulder or with his hand tightly wrapped around your own

It made absolutely no sense to you that Bokuto literally grew up in the city yet has never visited the amusement park in the area before. You’ve visited the park countless times before but for your boyfriend, it was a first.

Bokuto was practically bouncing with excitement ever since you proposed the idea of visiting the amusement park together and it only got more intense as the day of your visit grew closer and closer.

You somewhat regretted not pushing your date to a later day in the week so that it didn’t fall on the weekend since the park was so packed but that feeling quickly dissipated when you glanced at your beaming boyfriend beside you.

What you did regret however was the fact that you didn’t wear more comfortable shoes, ones that were more fitting for exercise rather than leisurely walks since you were practically running around the park just to keep up with Bokuto.

His hand remained tightly clasped on your own as he sprinted all around the park, looking at all the rides, food stands, and gift shops around the place. He wasn’t really running, he was simply walking at a quick pace but this coupled with his long legs made it so difficult to match his pace with your significantly shorter ones.

You two had just gotten off a rather intense roller coaster and you felt your head spin from how dizzy it made you, you halted in your steps as Bokuto was about to begin running towards another ride making Bokuto stop as well as he was pulled back by your hand which was still holding onto his.

“Koutarou, let me rest for a bit,” You said as you sat on a bench in the shade, Bokuto immediately nodded and took a seat beside you, he handed you a bottle of water from his bag. “Sure babe, here drink this.”

After a few minutes of talking and resting under the shade, you stood up, reinvigorated, and filled with more energy. “Okay, let’s go, I’m feeling much better now,”

Bokuto immediately jumped onto his feet and beamed at you, more than ready for another round of rollercoasters and thrilling rides. He held out his hand for you to take and you two headed farther into the park.

“Let’s go on the Viking ride next—wait, hold on, let me fix this.” You let go of your boyfriend’s hand and began adjusting the overpriced headband on your head; Bokuto insisted on buying matching ones at the gift shop despite their ridiculous price (“Look, it’s just so adorable!”)

When you looked up, ready to grab ahold of his hand again, Bokuto was suddenly nowhere to be seen.

You whipped your head all around you but you couldn’t see the familiar head of hair of your boyfriend in the horde of people around you. You stood on your tiptoes, craning your head to get a better view but that didn’t do anything to help. You feel back on your feet and huffed; curse you and your short stature.

You walked down the direction you two were originally headed at, raking your eyes over the crowds of people you walked past when you suddenly heard a familiar voice yelling out your name from a distance. You whipped your head towards the direction of the voice and began to jog towards it.

Bokuto was standing on his tiptoes, his hands cupping his mouth as he called out for you over and over again, oblivious to the looks of shock from the people around him.

As he was about to scream out your name for the dozenth time, you suddenly pushed your way through the people around him and grabbed ahold of his arm, an exasperated yet also relieved look on your face.

Bokuto’s face immediately lit up, the small frown on his lips turning into a large smile as he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed you into his chest and lifted you off the ground as he usually does when he hugs you.

You giggled and flailed around as he did this, when he placed you back safely on the ground, he placed a small kiss on your forehead.

“Sorry for leaving you behind,” Bokuto said as he laced his fingers onto your own, “It won’t happen again,”

You scoffed playfully and let yourself be dragged along by him, “That’s what you said last time, Kou.”