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genshinluvr · 1 year ago

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Sick Days 2

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: The men are sick, and it's your duty to nurse them back to their healthy selves. Yes, the men are sick— all twenty-seven of them are ill, and you're the only one who's taking care of them. Some of them made it easier for you, but others made it complicated for you. It's a good thing you don't have emetophobia.

Note: This is highly requested by either three people or one person. Either way, I'm surprised someone wanted part two of the previous mini-fic because I felt iffy about the first part. Anyway, I am back from my vacation! That means we can finally get back to the longer fics because this upcoming week will be a villain!isekai'd!reader fic because it won the voting on Tumblr and Discord :> I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: The men are sick, and some of them are vomiting

Word Count: 3.5k

This is part two of Sick Days.

RING!

“Onikabuto booboo bear! I’m hungryyy!”

You run to the left side of the room with a tray of food in your hands. “Coming!”

RING!

“Sweetheart? Can you get me water? My throat is feeling parched.”

You run to the nearest water pitcher, grab a glass cup and fill it with water. “Give me a moment!” You holler. After filling the cup with water, you run to the right side of the room, making sure not to spill any water on the wooden floor.

RING RING!

“Snookums!!!! I’m cold! Can you get me an extra blanket and maybe cuddle with me?”

You run toward the piles of blankets on the table and search for the softest blanket you can find. The thicker and softer the blanket, the better it is. You don’t want any of them to be cold and feel uncomfortable while ill. You know how your boyfriends are—when they’re feeling unwell and sick, they need your attention around the clock. While searching through the mountain of blankets, you hear someone cough loudly.

Without looking, you announce over your shoulders, “Make sure to cough into your elbows and keep your masks on. You guys wouldn’t want to get me sick, now, do you?”

“No,” Aether mutters before sniffling under his face mask.

Zhongli sighs, rubbing his throbbing temples. “Apologies, dearest.”

“Childe, you can’t just ask [Y/N] to cuddle with you. You’ll get them sick, and if they get sick—”

Diluc was interrupted by Childe coughing loudly into his elbows, causing the redhead to roll his eyes and scoot toward the edge of his bed. Childe drops his arm to his side and narrows his eyes at Diluc before snuggling into his blanket, shivering like a chihuahua.

After what feels like forever, you finally found the perfect blanket for the poor, shivering Snezhnayan. You pull the blanket from the pile and walk to Childe’s bed. Childe’s eyes light up, and he sits on the bed, making grabby motions as you get closer to his bed. You decided to have the men stay in the infirmary at the estate instead of their bedrooms because, to you, it’d be easier to tend to each person if they were all in the same room instead of scattered around the estate.

Well, at least that’s what you assumed. Now look at you— running from each side of the room to tend to each person’s needs, from getting water, cooking, and feeding your sickly boyfriends to getting them extra pillows and blankets if they’re in need, and so much more. It’s safe to say that you’re getting your daily exercise.

“I think I found the perfect blanket for you, Childe. It’s warm and really soft,” you say proudly, tossing the blanket over his shivering body.

Childe smiles at you beneath his face mask before grabbing you by the wrist while you adjust the blanket over him. You pause and look at the ginger Harbinger curiously. For someone who’s sick, Childe still has his strength because he somehow managed to pull you onto his bed. You stumble forward, making sure not to crush him when you land on his bed. Childe wraps his muscular arms around your neck and his legs around your thighs.

“Well, hello to you too,” you mumble, head resting against the crook of Childe’s neck.

Childe doesn’t reply. Instead, he sighs with contentment before rolling over to his side, bringing you with him. You snort and run your hands through his unruly, ginger hair. You pause and squeeze your eyes shut after feeling Childe’s damp hair. Oh, dear Archons. You pull your hands from Childe’s hair and wipe your hand on your shirt. Childe doesn’t seem to notice your slight change of behavior as he continues to nuzzle against you, sighing with contentment. You hear a disgruntled sigh coming from the small infirmary bed beside Childe’s bed. You peek from Childe’s neck to see Diluc and Al Haitham glaring holes into the back of Childe’s head.

Al Haitham sniffles, crossing his arms over his chest. “Childe, you shouldn’t cuddle with [Y/N], or else you’ll get them sick too,” Al Haitham grumbles, continuing to glare at the ginger Snezhnayan.

“How are you freezing when you’re from Snezhnaya? Aren’t you used to the cold?” Venti asks from the other side of the room.

You chuckle. “Just because Childe is Snezhnayan doesn’t mean he’s used to the cold. Besides, Childe freezing due to being sick and being in a cold environment are two different things,” you say.

You pat Childe’s head and roll off the infirmary bed. Childe whines with protest, grabbing the hem of your shirt and attempting to pull you back to his bed, only for the hem of your shirt to slip through his fingers. Childe pouts and remains in bed, gazing at you with puppy dog eyes. You walk to the person closest to the medicine cart and adjust the pillow under his head.

“How are you feeling, Baizhu? You’re usually the one caring for us all and giving us medication, but today you and I switched spots,” you say, grabbing the medicine bottle with his name on the bottle and uncapping it.

Out of every sick man in the infirmary, you’re worried about Baizhu the most. Baizhu’s health is more at risk, and he’s prone to catching illnesses quickly out of the twenty-seven men. You’re grateful to have Baizhu give you some pointers on what medication to give each man in the infirmary, how much they need to take their medicine, and how often they need to take them.

Baizhu coughs into his elbow, wincing when he feels a sharp pain in his chest. “I could be worse, but with your assistance, I should be okay,” Baizhu wheezes.

You take out two pill tablets for Baizhu and hand them to the green-haired man. Baizhu takes his face mask off, throws the two pills into his mouth, and grabs the cup of water from your hands before downing the water to wash down the pills. Baizhu hands you the cup before lying on the bed. Changsheng, on the other hand, is perched on Baizhu’s lap, slowly slithering up to the green-haired man’s chest and staying there.

“How did we all get sick simultaneously? This sucks,” Kaveh sniffles from the other side of the infirmary, rubbing his red and irritated nose.

Just when Kaveh’s about to say more, his cheeks suddenly puff up, and he covers his mouth with his hands. Everyone stares at Kaveh, watching his pale, sickly skin gradually turn light green. Oh no. You recognize the expression. You rush to the trash can, grab it, and run to the other side of the infirmary to give Kaveh the trash can before he can spew bile all over the place.

Kaveh whimpers a ‘thank you’ before dry heaving into the trash bin. The others close their eyes and cover their ears while you look away, rubbing Kaveh’s back as he vomits into the trash can. After a few minutes, Kaveh wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while you take the vomit-filled trash can from his hands.

“I think you should go brush your teeth, Kaveh. Wouldn’t want to have vomit breath, now, do you?” Scaramouche asks, his nose scrunching up with disgust.

Kaveh sighs and shoots a glare toward Scaramouche. Kaveh tosses the blanket off his body before getting up from the bed and going to the nearest bathroom. Scaramouche chuckles before quickly pulling up his face mask and coughing into his elbows. You sigh and dispose of the vomit-filled trash bin.

After changing the trash bin, you walk into the room and grab a pill bottle for Xiao. You didn’t think it was possible for Archons and Adeptis to get sick, but you were wrong. You stand beside Xiao’s bed and nudge him lightly while he remains on the infirmary bed with the blanket over his head. Xiao groans and curls into a little ball.

“Xiao, I have your medicine. You should take it before you sleep,” you say, nudging the Yaksha lightly.

“Adeptis don’t need sleep,” Xiao grumbles, his voice nasally due to his stuffy nose.

You sigh, grab the edge of the blanket, and yank it off his head. Xiao grumbles and squints at you. Xiao sighs and rolls over on his back, rubbing his eyes. Poor Xiao looks miserable— the tip of his nose is red, and he is constantly sniffling. Xiao wipes his nose with the tissue you hand to him while you uncap the pill bottle to give him his medication.

You hold out the two pill tablets to Xiao. “I know you don’t need sleep, but you should get some sleep regardless. If you don’t rest, then you won’t be healthy. If you’re not healthy, then that means I can’t give you kisses,” you say.

Xiao stares at you before reluctantly grabbing the tablets from your hands, throwing them into his mouth, and swallowing the pills dry. You gaped at Xiao. Xiao points at his head while you stare at him with your mouth agape.

“What is he doing?” Cyno mutters, hugging his knees to his chest.

Kazuha wraps himself up in the blanket before falling over on the bed. “I think he’s asking for a forehead kiss from [Y/N] as a reward for taking his medicine,” Kazuha replies.

“So… are we not going to talk about how Xiao swallowed those pills without needing water?” Heizou asks, blowing his nose into the tissue.

You and Xiao continue to stare at each other in silence. You chuckle to yourself before leaning toward Xiao and kissing his forehead. Xiao closes his eyes, heat rushing to his cheeks. When you pull away, you notice Xiao’s cheeks are bright pink. You’re not sure if it’s because of his fever or if he’s blushing. Either way, Xiao looks adorable.

“Get some rest now, okay?” You stroke Xiao’s hair.

Xiao nods wordlessly before lying on his back while you tuck him into bed. Xiao closes his eyes when you lean in to kiss his forehead before leaving him to let him sleep. You walk to the next person to check on them, only to see Kaeya knocked out cold. Kaeya’s not wearing his eyepatch as it lays above his pillow. You press your hand against his forehead after brushing his bangs from his forehead. He still has a high fever, and he’s been sick for a few days— luckily, his fever isn’t nearly as bad as the first day.

Kaeya cracks his eyes open when you wipe the sweat from his forehead with a rag. Kaeya clears his throat, wincing when he feels how dry his throat is. “Oh? Is it my turn to be taken care of by nurse bunny?” Kaeya teases.

You snort. “Yes, it’s your turn to be taken care of by me, Kaeya,” you reply. “Try sitting for me, okay? You need to take your medicine.”

Kaeya sighs and sits up, grabbing the eyepatch from above the pillow and putting them on while you grab his medicine bottle. Why would the men need their own prescription if they have the same illness? Well, some are allergic to certain ingredients in the medication, and others are not. Some need stronger doses than others. People’s bodies react to medication differently, and you sure as hell do not want your boyfriends to have a negative reaction to their medication. Especially when they’re sick— some sicker than others.

You take two tablets from the pill bottle, handing them to the Cavalry Captain. Kaeya smiles at you, taking the pills from your hands before swallowing them with the help of water. After downing the medication, Kaeya places the cup on the nightstand between his and Tighnari’s bed, resting his head on your lower abdomen, and closes his eyes.

“Get some rest, alright? I only bothered you awake so you can take your medication,” you murmur, running your hands through his hair.

Kaeya nods before lying on the bed and closing his eyes. You turn to look at Tighnari, whose staring at you with a faraway look. His hair is pulled up in a half ponytail, there are dark circles underneath his eyes, and he’s shaking his head.

Tighnari clears his throat. “Before you say anything, I already took my medication,” Tighnari rasps.

You blink at him. “When? I didn’t even notice you getting up to take your medication,” you say incredulously.

“He took his medication while you were occupied with Kaveh,” Thoma interjects, snuggling up against the body pillow and closing his eyes.

You sigh. “At least it’s one less person to worry about,” you murmur, running your hands through your hair. “You should get some rest now. Since you took your medication already.”

Tighnari stares at you before pointing at his forehead. You playfully roll your eyes and lean down, kissing his forehead. Tighnari silently cheers before taking his hair out of the half ponytail and lying down. You were about to go over and check on Gorou and Albedo, but the two men were also knocked out cold.

Gorou cracks his eyes open and rubs his eye. “Can I take my medication later? ‘M tired,” Gorou mumbles, rolling over on his stomach, and slowly falls asleep.

“Sorry, Gorou, but I can’t let you skip out on your medication. There’s a time slot, remember?” You poke Gorou’s cheek lightly.

On the bed, one foot from Gorou’s bed, Albedo raises his hand. “I also took my medication earlier as well,” Albedo comments.

You stare at Albedo as the Chief Alchemist gets comfortable in his bed. Well, at least the ones that took their medication are somewhat making it easier for you. You walk to Dainsleif’s bed and sit across from him. The blond man cracks his eyes open and gazes at you with bleary eyes, slowly rubbing his eyes as he sits on the bed. You pull his medicine bottle out from the small basket and hand him the bottle. Dainsleif uncaps the bottle, takes two pill tablets from the bottle, and pops the pills into his mouth before downing the water from his water bottle.

“I didn’t know you could get sick,” you murmur, hugging your knees to your chest.

Dainsleif hands the bottle back to you. “I’m immortal, not immune to diseases and sicknesses,” Dainsleif replies, wiping the droplet of water from the corner of his lips.

You stand and hand him the eyemask. “It looks like not even Archons are immune to diseases and illnesses. I’m going to let you rest now, alright? I’m going to check on the others,” you say, stroking Dainsleif’s hair before walking to the next person.

What amazes you is how Capitano continues to wear his helmet despite being sick. When you hand him his medication, Capitano gets up from his bed and leaves the room for a brief moment before returning.

“You didn’t throw the medicine away, did you?” you ask, gazing at the tall Harbinger skeptically.

Capitano’s shoulders bounce as he sits on his bed and shakes his head. “Just because I took my medication out of sight does not mean I threw them away. You needn’t worry,” says Capitano as he pats your head before lying down.

You sigh in relief and smile at Capitano before turning over to the other three Harbingers. You pass the medicine bottles to each man and fill their cups with water from the water pitcher. You hand the cups to the men, trading the cups of water for the medicine bottles. The three men take their medication before remaining sitting on their beds.

“Is there anything else you three need before I check up on Neuvillette and Wriothesley?” you ask, putting their prescription bottles back into the tray.

Pantalone sighs, takes his glasses off, and puts them on the nightstand. “When can we start cuddling again?” asks the black-haired Harbinger.

“When you’re not sick anymore, Captain Obvious. Do you want [Y/N] to get sick all because you wanted a cuddle session?” Dottore asks, glaring at the black-haired Harbinger.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Even though the two men are sick, they still bicker with one another. Pierro clears his throat and motions for you to come close. You walk to Pierro and stand at the foot of his bed. You grab an extra blanket for Pierro and drape it over him. Pierro grabs your hand and pulls you toward him.

You stand beside Pierro’s bed, and he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your stomach. You run your hands through his hair, untangling the small knots in his hair as Pierro rubs your back with his thumb. You press the back of your hand against his forehead, sighing in relief.

“It looks like your fever is going down faster than the others! That’s great news,” you say, patting his head.

Pierro clears his throat. “It’s all thanks to you, little one. If it weren’t for you, my fever wouldn’t have gone down,” Pierro replies.

“Hey! Stop giving the old man attention because we’re dying over here!” A nasally voice hollers from the other side of the infirmary.

Pierro reluctantly releases you as you turn to where the other two men are lying. Wriothesley looks like a mess, but you can’t blame him since the poor man has emptied his stomach four times so far. Wriothesley sniffles pitifully, hugging the trash can to his chest as he wipes the snot from his nose with the back of his hand. You hand the medication to him, only for Wriothesley to shake his head and place a hand over his stomach.

“I don’t want to take it right now, my dear. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it down if I were to take the medication,” Wriothesley says, pressing his lips into a thin line.

Wriothesley’s face turns bright green before shoving his face into the trash bin and retching and emptying his stomach for the fifth time. You sigh, rubbing his back as he continues to spew into the almost full trash bin. While Wriothesley is retching and whimpering into the white trash can, you turn to Neuvillette.

“Did you take your medication?” You ask, shaking the prescription bottle lightly before him.

Neuvillette shakes his head. “I just woke up. Waking up to your face and the sound of your voice is something I would prefer over the sounds of Wriothesley heaving and whimpering into the trash can,” Neuvillette sighs, brushing his hair away from his face.

You run your fingers through Neuvillette’s hair, smiling at the silver-haired man. “Maybe next time when you’re not sick. After all, you and Wriothesley arrived at the estate not long ago, and look at you two… sick just like the others,” you sigh.

Poor Neuvillette and Wriothesley. The two men have moved into the estate not long ago, and yet both of them end up getting the virus that was going around the abode. The first person that caught the virus was Kaveh, and it passed around to everyone in the abode except for little ole’ you. This was strange because you get sick easily— you don’t have a weak immune system per se, but you have lived with children in the past back in your world, and those children would get you sick whenever they were sick.

“Here’s your medicine. Get some rest after, alright? I know you have a headache right now,” you murmur, handing Neuvillette his medication.

Neuvillette grabs the medication from your hands, and you turn to Wriothesley, who places the trash bin beside his bed and gazes at you with bleary eyes. You prop one hand on your hip, looking at Wriothesley curiously.

“Are you done throwing up?” You ask.

Wriothesley nods.

You tap your fingers on your hips. “Do you think you can take your medications now? If not, I can give them to you later when you don’t feel like you have to throw up again,” you suggest.

Wriothesley shakes his head wordlessly and extends his hand, the palm of his hand facing up as he waits for you to hand the pill tablets to him. You sigh and place the two pill tablets on the palm of his hands, and watch the black-haired man shove the pills into his mouth before chugging the water.

“Wriothesley, please don’t chug the water. You might make yourself throw up again if you do that,” you chide.

Wriothesley places the cup back on the nightstand between his and Neuvillette’s bed, wiping the water droplets from his lips with the back of his hand. You pat his head while he smiles, pressing his head against your stomach. After a few minutes of petting Wriothesley’s hair, you grab the trash can beside Wriothesley’s bed and walk out of the room to empty the trash can, only to stop in your tracks when you hear someone retch and a collective groan.

“[Y/N]! You have more trash cans to empty!”

You sigh, shoulders slumping. Whatever this virus is, you sure hope it stops floating around because you don’t know how much longer you can deal with having to change out trash bags. Especially when you’re not a huge fan of vomiting. It’s a good thing you don’t have emetophobia— that would render you useless if you had it. As long as you’re not the one that’s vomiting, you’re okay with cleaning up after someone else’s vomit since it’s not your first rodeo.

Note: Not gonna lie, as I got closer to completing this mini-fic, I started getting nauseous out of nowhere. But I am okay-ish now! The Gatorade kind of helped me feel better. But yes, this upcoming week is the somewhat lengthier fic of villain!isekai'd!reader since it did win the Tumblr and Discord polls. Speaking of Discord, for those who want to join my Discord server, here is the temporary link to [Zhongli's Abode]. Please make sure to read the server rules to save yourself from getting in trouble (if you like the server, you can stay, chat, and lurk. If not, you can leave if you don't vibe with it ^^). I didn't post a new link last week due to being away on vacation, and I didn't want my mods to feel overwhelmed with new members while I was away. Anyway, to all my new and returning readers, keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!

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dixidin · 8 months ago

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♰𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈! /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

Notes: I promised you guys I'd give them to you, so here we are. Anywho! Here's all the Argenthill (Argenti/Boothill) headcanons that I have. If you'd like, drop some other scenarios for these losers that I can use next time <3 (FYI, sorry if the formatting is a bit weird! Will potentially change it in the future)

Pet names (for each other)

Boothill: Darlin', rosey, hun', sweetheart, cutie, pretty boy, sugar, dimples (my hc for Argenti!), snookums (joke)

Argenti: Dearest, my rose, honey, lovely, dove, beloved, loverman (yes, based off the Ricky Montgomery song)

Hands

Boothill (when he had human hands): Pretty rough and calloused, maybe a few old scars here and there, wears rings a lot, probably bites his fingernails (causing them to be very jagged or even bleed due to his shark teeth)

Argenti: Very smooth and well taken care of, occasionally painted nails, but always trims them, a few moles here and there

Sleeping positions/habits

Boothill: Snores, knocked out like a light every time he sleeps on top of Argenti (wasn't really held that much), only wears red flannel pants to sleep (....whore...)

Argenti: The only one used to it, occasionally drools, usually sleeps on top of Boothill due to his robotic body, always gives Boothill forehead kisses when the outlaw does sleep on top of him. Night gown, bunny slippers, sleeping mask, you get the gist.

Both pretty light sleepers, but Argenti is definitely a bit heavier than Boothill

Both/Customs: They normally hold hands and face each other's foreheads when sleeping

Mornings:

Boothill usually wakes up before Argenti (which results in Argenti to stir and wake up himself), but Boothill always gives him a kiss to the back of his head and whispers a "Rest easy, hun'" or "Get some sleep, darlin'"

Random "opposite" headcanons

Boothill: Likes Venus fly traps. Collects bottles caps, lighters, hour glasses, and marbles

Argenti: Likes white roses with red tint. Collects small potion like bottles, candles, pocket watches, and jewelry

Drink dates:

Boothill takes Argenti out to bars, while Argenti takes Boothill out for tea parties. It's unusual to see an outlaw like Boothill sip from a tea cup, and weird to see a knight like Argenti to sit at a large stool sipping some wine. But it's a wholesome moment between the two and pretty healthy by introducing each other to stuff that they like that the other might not be too used to. (They make me ill)

Movie nights

Boothill's main movies: Django unchained, The harder they fall, Silence of the lambs, and The man who knew too much (Action, Thriller, Western revenge, and occasional Sci-fi)

Argenti's main movies: Pride & Prejudice, Her, Melancholia, and Elizabeth (Drama, Fantasy, Crime, and occasional Period romance)

Together, they create Brokeback Mountain (they sob everytime they watch it)

Dancing

Boothill: Tango, Quickstep, and Waltz. Literally flustered the entire time

Argenti: Ballroom dance, Foxtrot, and Waltz. Helped Boothill learn how to waltz

Cooking

Boothill: 4/10. Considering he's mostly robotic and usually gets drunk, he doesn't have that much knowledge when it comes to cooking. The worst is it being extremely burnt, and the best is when it's edible and helps you live long enough

Argenti: 6/10. Just a smidge better than Boothill, still a bit clueless when it comes to cooking. Rather a baker than a cooker

Carrying each other

Boothill: 8/10. Literally so easy. The only -2 points are that he can still slightly feel the weight (more noticeable when Argenti is wearing armor) and if Argenti has collapsed or is injured in his arms

Argenti: 7/10. A bit harder to carry cause of the large amount of metal (he's a strong boy, so dw), maybe a bit shaky the first few times Argenti picked him up

Random extra hcs and I don't know where to put </3

Boothill has flirted with Argenti many, many times when drunk, not even realizing that's his partner. Argenti always teases the cowboy about it the next day.

Boothill: .... why do ya' have.. mushrooms?

Argenti: I just think they're neat!

If you repost this on another website, please give credit. If you get inspired off my writing, please give credit. Do not put my work in any ai or repost it as your own work. Any like or repost is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! -dixidin

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southparktexts · 9 months ago

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hii! can i request the main 4 (plus craig if you write for him please) with reader who's afraid of thunderstorms and stuff. thank you! absolutely love your new layout 🖤

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Main four + Craig with a reader who has a fear of thunderstorms

goddamn thats a long fucking title, of course 🦇 anon !! i missed you

Kyle :

- i can imagine you guys were over at his house, studying.

- you were studying on his bed near the window and he was studying at his desk.

- the weather had been acting up lately so it eventually led to thunder.

- you jumped at the sound, running to kyle.

- he tilted his head at you.

“..whats wrong sweetheart?”

“..thunder. im scared, ky.”

- when i tell you his heart MELTED when you ran over to him for security it genuinely did.

- held you tight and put you onto his lap.

“shh.. shh.. its alright darling.. were inside.. its not going to hurt you.”

“…but what about-“

“no baby, its not going to hurt you.”

- holds you tight and kissing your face occasionally.

- rubbing circles into your back as you shake in his arms.

- basically a praising machine.

“good girl.. just like that.. its not gonna hurt you, just breathe.”

- holds you tight like hes about to lose you.

Stan :

- you were currently over at his place at the farm.

- normally the two of you guys just hung out in his room, except today was different.

- you were downstairs helping stan’s mom while stan wrote songs for his band.

- eventually, stans mom made him dinner and you walked into his room to hand it to him.

- you put it down onto his bedside table when you heard a loud bang of lighting.

- you jumped onto stans bed, shaking slightly.

“babe? whats wrong?”

“..thunder.”

- he immediately put down whatever he was doing to come comfort you.

- he’s a silent person, he cuddles you but doesn’t say anything.

- rubbing circles on your back and patting you.

- rocking back and forth and planting kisses onto your head as you hug him for security.

- holds you tightly so you feel safer.

- a very, silent sweetheart.

- he would maybe check up on you after a few minutes of it being over.

- 30 minutes or so.

“baby how you holding up?”

“..alright.. thank you for being there stan.”

Kenny :

- he was over at your house and you were both in your kitchen.

- he was helping you make dinner for you and him when you heard the thunder.

- you flinched, almost dropping the plate.

- at this point he didnt even need to ask if you’re okay because he knows your not.

- you are SHAKING while you try cracking egg.

- biting your lip trying not to panic.

- immediately turns off the stove and holds you from the back, tightly.

- imprinting soft kisses onto your forehead.

- giving you a soft shh.

“its okay, its okay.. its just thunder.. nothing to worry about..”

- huge praiser.

“thats a good girl, just like that. breathe for me.”

- you guys stay there for a hot minute until the end of the thunderstorm.

- he waits until you stop shaking and helps you cook again.

Cartman :

- you guys were cuddling on the couch, watching movies.

- it was one of those days where you and cartman didnt do anything but cuddle and watch.

- that all changed when the thunder started.

- you shook and eric noticed

“honey, you okay?”

- you shook your head no and he nodded.

- you guys continued to cuddle and he rubbed your arm using his hand.

- eventually called for his mom.

“MEEMMM CAN YOU MAKE Y/N SOME COOKKIESS”

“okay snookums!”

- asks // demands his mom to make you your comfort food as you continue to watch and get your mind off things.

- not vocal at all during all this.

- he prefers his actions do the talking for him.

- feeds you popcorn while you watch the film because you’re too shaken up by the thunder to grab some.

- cuddles you until you feel better.

Craig :

- after dating tweek you cannot tell me this man is not prepared for this.

- definitely did research on what to do just in case.

- you were at his house playing with stripe and cuddling on the bed when thunder went off.

- you flinched almost scaring stripe.

- craig let out a unbothered sigh and got up from his side of his bed, walking up to his wardrobe and pulling out a box.

- it was a box of anxiety stress toys // figets.

- you smiled at the gesture, shaking as you hand over stripe to craig.

- craig has one arm wrapped around you as you play with the stress toys in silence

- craig is definitely not one to talk like eric and stan but he’s more to be a comfort.

- he definitely lets you bury yourself into him for maximum security.

- soft kisses on your forehead and playing with your hair.

- keep in mind this is rare when it comes to craig because he doesn’t show affection as much.

- afterwards he would talk.

“honey, are you doing alright after that?”

“..yes, thank you love.”

- buys more figets after that.

#kyle broflovski x reader #south park x reader #southpark #southparkheadcannons #southparkimagines #stan marsh x y/n #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader

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changanomaly · 1 year ago

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Anyways. Dundie imagines and hcs and other things that pop into my brain about them because I think about them a lot and I hope someone out there cares as much about them as I do or likes them a normal amount and would also be as interested in reading this bullet point list I've made

They're very, very queer. I am just unable to tell you in what way but they ARE trust me

Duncan fell first AND harder. Sadie admits to it first.

They're long distance but they both always try to meet up whenever possible- esp Duncan, not that Sadie doesn't try bc she does but! there was this one time in like Christmas break where Sadie got a phone call from prison and it was Duncan telling her that he fit himself in a suitcase and illegally got into her hometown but don't worry he's gonna break out (she ended up getting him out instead)

Sadie (and Katie who she brings along when she can which is often) do Duncan's nails. He's been doing them himself prior and they're chipped and gross looking and are obviously ONE COAT only which they both say is stupid if he's picking BLACK nail polish like smh

I think Sadie, while bringing out his nicer side, brings out Duncan's awkward side just as much. She swoons easily over him but she's equally as unintentionally charming as he is smooth and it catches Duncan off guard.

Duncan grew out his mohawk after the show because at some point Sadie was trying to braid it while they were hanging out in this awkward point between their like friends and their feelings blossoming. She was a bit sad that she could barely make it into a braid and he. HE REMEMBERS!! and it's only barely braidable but it made Sadie sooo happy

Duncan and Sadie both like being little spoon. THEY TAKE TURNS!!

Sadie made him a little friendship bracelet and he's like so attached to it. He made her a skull in return and AUGHH they're so cute

In terms of love language, Sadie's the type to like giving words of affirmation (she really likes expressing herself verbally, always speaks what's on her mind about him and it's often nice, makes cute nicknames) and Duncan's the type to enjoy gift-giving (he's spraypainted her so many murals in random alleyways) (they both love that abt each other btw.)

Sadie calls him various things. "Duncey" sticks, obviously, but she's tried stuff like "pumpkin" and "sweetie" which he seems to like. She calls him snookums sometimes too and he comments on how they sound old and married. She blushes, he blushes, and they stare for a bit before going back to what they're doing.

Duncan tries to respond back by calling her stuff like his "main squeeze", "sunshine" and "charmer". He also lets her call him by his middle name when they're alone. (I think it's Tate. He looks like a Tate.)

Duncan thinks it's kind of corny but sort of endearing but. They do good night and good morning texts (Sadie initiated and he thought it was adorable and they haven't stopped since)

Duncan usually just sends her pictures of his random alley murals but figured out how to send stuff over to her house and mailed her a brick that he spray painted a small mural on for her. She has it on her desk (which she thanks god can hold it).

Sadie always ends up giving him small trinkets she like to make in return. Made him a little skull pin and gave it during Christmas and he's keeps it wherever he goes even when he doesn't wear it.

Duncan tries to tease her all the time and it seldom works and she usually replies in earnest which flusters him real bad. It's so damn cute.

But when he gets her OHO he gets her GOOD. She starts blubbering about and giggling. Which still flusters him so bad.

This especially happens when they watch horror movies together. Sadie's scared of most of them and clings onto Duncan for dear life when they watch it at home and like. He thinks it's so cute aghh!!

Their future domestic life is kind of bliss. They share an apartment, have a cat and a couple lizards and spiders, maybe. Whenever it's the other's turn to cook they always hug em from behind.

Whenever they visit each other or get to meet up they always leave something with the other person by accident. Duncan has multiple of Sadie's jackets and wears them sometimes and keeps forgetting to return them. Duncan usually leaves his shirts but Sadie actually remembers to return them.

#I've been working on this since like August I think and can't think of more. Here you go #total drama #total drama island #tdi #total drama dundie #dundie #td duncan #duncan total drama #td sadie #sadie total drama #duncan x sadie #total drama headcanons #total drama hcs

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tinka-tank · 9 months ago

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got any dc character headcanons? specifically for the s2 cast but any work fine!!

Let's see... I don't have a brain that thinks a lot outside of her own ocs because I have a brain the size of a walnut so...

James: in a greeting he was speaking perfect Spanish and he's Brazilian and they speak Portuguese so I would like to think at least one of his parents is Mexican or he has lived there bc he also claims he loves Mexico so yes this is true and real

He also makes the cliche tiktok youtuber videos and makes Aiden do challenges and mukbangs w him and he can handle his spice but Aiden can NOT... I also like to think he takes longer to get ready in the morning just because he admires himself in the mirror for a bit. But it's no biggie bc Aiden spends 5 mins a day admiring James in return

Riya: honestly I Hate how people use the DC pride pic to say everyone else missing is straight like what if they were in traffic and missed ?? Like personally I just like to think Riya has never explored her sexuality at all and is not really aware of her interest in women (maybe someone here likes Riya x Grett just a little) so she doesn't say or claim anything really

But I do think she'd also do fashion campaigns. Like beautiful woman on a magazine cover. Ik she'd look so good w editorial makeup and fashion on..

Aiden: he is eastern european coded to me... not sure what country but he and Tom (season 1) are in that group to me.. also he calls James things like "snookums" "snuggle bun" and most importantly his "beautiful god of beauty" period 😌

Hunter: he does drag or something like that, his name would be something like June Thanasia (euthanasia) or The Bride.. or I was also recommended the name Bloody Mary like some kind of Lady Gaga or horror themed one

You will see an upcoming post of how I imagine one of his drag looks to be and I had a previous post of him in a wedding gown for this very reason, I think he likes the corsets and lots of jewelry and beads !

Ally: she likes to cosplay video game couples or ships and just not tell Tess that it's gay as hell like. She will dress up as Link and make Tess be Ganon to fulfill Ganlink or Ally as Zelda and Tess as Midna to fulfill Midzel... I also think she has posters of female video game characters who gave her the Bi Awakening...

Lake: absolutely is secretly fashion obsessed and has very cutesy themed outfits hidden around with matching flowers to put in her hair... I really think she'd look like a human flower in fashion aesthetics

As for Season 1.

Miriam: doesn't know what an air fryer is and she doesn't want to know either get it OUT of her face and I also really want to believe if Jake doesn't live with her she will have him do so after all stars so they can spend her final years together making memories and doing mundane things like shopping cooking and wandering around at 3 am for no reason

Fiore: I refuse to believe she doesn't treat a random ass stuffed animal better than real people, I guarantee she has at least ONE and it's def a unicorn like bye or cat like on her pjs byeeeee

Ellie: She had an emo phase and I know she had one bang over her eye and wore ties over everything and had a studded belt and such.. I know her power

Jake: that man is Chinese to me we've seen how I draw him this is hc I will DIE ON. I don't care whether he's Wasian or not, what matters is he really wants to wear more hanfu but is shy about it... but I like to think he loves womens Tang or Qing dynasty hanfu the most...

Also bc onc is SO disrespectful to him (I'm dramatic) I know they'd never admit he can play an instrument he SO gives me the type to have had a band in high school like tell me he isn't giving that energy

Tom: he smells bad, but to tame this he probably smells like your average cheap men's 3 n 1 body wash like think dove or suave or something like that like you can't convince me he isn't sweating balls out here, also he's secretly into fashion and desires to wear all the mini skirts his heart desires

Grett: passion for fashion like LOOK at her outfits ? Wearing heels and running around ? I know she desires so badly to dress more freely and even more showy, but because of how poorly she's been treated she is a bit insecure about her body and how it looks in certain clothes.. but I know she will learn to love herself the way we love her and wear the most stunning outfits and jewelry her heart desires

Ashley: I am going to be crazy w this one but as someone who's family hails from the North of Mexico, I have to think she's somehow Mexican BUT PROBABLY A NO SABO KID.. like I doubt she knows one word of Spanish other than swears but this is MY truth

Drew: he used to look up boys kissing on YouTube

I can't think of other bullshit I thought of but this is what I am thinking do we have thoughts opinions any add ons or disagrees ??

#disventure camp #campamento desventura #disventure camp hcs #disventure camp headcanons #ask #these r my opinion feel free to disagree but u cannot change my mind w miriam and jake goodbye goodbye GOODBYE #im not tagging all these hoes

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questionablequeeries · 1 year ago

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Fangs biting, unable to breathe, swatting desperately, vision blurring. Dead.

Eddie woke up with a startled cry, instantly checking on his scars as if they’d suddenly begin bleeding again. When he deemed them sufficiently sealed, he fell back on his bed with a soft sigh, “Just a dream.” He mumbled, “You’re okay.” He felt a lazy little kiss to the scar creeping up his chin, turning to the man next to him with an apologetic smile, “Hey, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Steve nudged Eddie’s shoulder, “You never complain when I’m the one screaming. Or throwing sleep punches.” He murmured, sitting up in their bed, and Eddie couldn’t help reaching out and stroking his hair, “Besides, I’m ninety percent certain Wayne’s letting me live here only on the contingency that you have a bed buddy.”

Eddie snorted, “Shut up. Pretty sure Wayne thinks of you like the son he never had. Now he has a sports friend to watch sports with.” Although Eddie did actually sit down with them, usually with a book or a figurine to paint or something, but he still cheered and celebrated when they did despite never knowing why. He was actually beginning to suspect they were overjoyed at literally nothing just to fuck with him.

“Happy anniversary.” Steve smiled, “It’s been one year since we had our first kiss and our first date.” When he stood up, Eddie ogled his very hunky boyfriend’s very hunky body, and if anybody said that a man dressed in pajamas with little ice creams on them and an old Metallica shirt wasn’t absolutely pinnacle beauty, Eddie would be the first in line to fight them, “I’m gonna make us pancakes to celebrate.”

Eddie wouldn’t deny his Stevie’s delicious cooking, but he had to argue as he followed after the other, “I don’t think mouth-to-mouth and a trip to the hospital count as a kiss and a date, there, Snookums.”

He grinned when Steve rolled his eyes at the nickname, “I think it does. Plus, we have matching couples’ tattoos.”

“Steven, no, hypothetical bat scars aren’t tats.” It was time for Eddie to roll his eyes now. They often added ‘hypothetical’ to every Upside Down related thing around Wayne because it wasn’t technically breaking the NDA. Or maybe it was. Eddie hadn’t read it.

He smiled for a few moments before it dimmed, glancing to where his uncle was clearly focused on some old Western so he wouldn’t be eavesdropping, “I…I dreamed that I died.” He said softly, leaning against the wall as he watched Steve grabbing ingredients, “Sometimes I wonder if maybe I did die. Maybe this is all a dream.” He added, twisting his pig ring around and around. He let out an oof when he was suddenly wrapped up in a tight bear hug.

“Hey, no, you’re right here.” Steve rested his palm against Eddie’s chest when he pulled away, and Eddie felt the flicker of a smile at the sturdy warmth of it, “Sure feels like it’s beating. Besides, come on, what a bad way to go. Like, it would just be so lazy if the universe decided to drop you into our lives just to take you out again after only three days!” That smile turned into a grin as Steve continued with the dramatics he’d picked up from his boyfriend, “If you’d suddenly decided to be a hero by literally just standing there,” And now he flicked Eddie’s forehead, pulling a whine from the metalhead, “Still totally mad at you for that, by the way. Seriously! You thought running away from what you saw with Chrissy made you a coward and standing still when a flock of man-eating monsters was chasing after you was somehow a great way to make amends!” He let out a heavy sigh through his nose before he rested his head on Eddie’s shoulder, voice quieter, “If, after all you’d done to stay alive you’d been taken from us, from me, like that…I think I’d lose faith in whatever god’s calling the shots.” He pecked Eddie’s lips before moving back to the stove, point made.

Eddie watched for a few minutes, the smell of cooking food filling their new trailer, before he impulsively wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and peered over him to watch his hands work, “Happy anniversary to the day we told the universe that we make our own story.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #questionable writes

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popculturebuffet · 4 months ago

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Next up for Disney TVA, who is your favorite character from the cartoons in the second half of the Disney Afternoon era (1993-96): Marsupilami, Aladdin the Series, Gargoyles, The Shnookums & Meat Funny Cartoon Show, Timon & Pumbaa, Quack Pack, and Mighty Ducks the Animated Series? Skipped Bonkers since you said in the last ask that you haven't seen it yet.

Okay so getting this out of the way again (And yup haven't seen bonkers) So in addition to bonkers Marsupliami (though ti looks good and snookums and meat . Aladdin the Animated Series: No faviorite as I've only seen maybe one episode in recent years , but I do hear it's a fun adventure show and remmeber it being okay as a kid. never realized as a kid the two dtv movies werne't their own movies but the pilot for the show and it's finale respectivley (both still stand find on their own and return has if nothing else I can remmeber your only second rate)

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Gargoyles: I LIVE AGAIN! I really need to watch this series in full at some point.. honestly reviewing it might not be a terrible idea as it'd at least get me around to it. I'll figure it out. Faviorite is Xanatos. Even just READING about him I loved the guy, a villian so damn good at gambits tv tropes named it after him and whose clever as he is self serving. The show itself is again one I BADLY need to watch as i've only seen a few scattered episode but the one that sticks in my mind I Had on vhs in high school, Deadly Force sticks out. It handles gun saftey.. in a way that dosen't feel hackned or over the top. Elsa gets shot.. but she made the mistake of leaving her gun unmprotected and apparently the show is consitent in making sure she never does again. IT's a show with a deep intretsing mythos, voice acting royalty, and is worth a look. Again I wouldn't mind doing a retrospective at some point (Splitting season 2 up a bit ) covering the first two seasons, the slave labor graphics comics and the recent revivial comics following up on those. Not plugging there either I just think gargoyles is neat. It's disney's equilvent to batman the aniamted series in my mind and it's a shame they never really captlized on it

Timon and Pummba: Only seen some of this for a review, it seems.. okay. Not terrible by any means but nothing I really want to watch despite loving these two characters.

Quack Pack: Daisy whose redesign while attractive is also fun and is that nice sweet spot of being fed up with donalds shit sometimes but not you know cheating on him, abusing him or everything three cabs daisy did. Don't be three cabs daisy folks. The show itself i've only seen a few eps of, some for reviews some on my own time but honestly.. it's okay. It has a reptuation for being awful, for being garbage that brought down the whole disney afternoon.... but really.. it's fine. I think a lot of people raging against it forget that donald getting into domestic scraps is just as much a par tof his dientity as donald duck the greatest adventuerer who ever lived. most of his shorts come from some small incident such as his car breaking down, a raido cooking show or his cousin showing up to eat everything he has. So going back to that with a bit of advneture weirdness ocasionally thrown in seems fine. Some plots do sound.. insane but the show seems okay. The versions of the boys.. are a bit weaker but it's less for characterization (thier about the same as they were in ducktales just older) , and more for trying to make them sound cool and that despite giving them unique va's.. they didn't do much in the ones i've seen to actually defenrtaite them. And honestly the redesigns are solid

Daisy and Donalds are great an dth eboys are fine. Their hair and Louie's backwards hat are 90s as hell but honetsly they aren't half bad and now I think about it dewey's would perfectly fit the 2017's dewey's love of attention and need to be seen as a jock. The show is far from perfect and some episodes seem nuts again like Huey's dental surgery turning him into a super villian.. but overall it's just fine. Not super mediocre, but not as bad as it gets a rep for. Also the humans thing... eh why not. I prefer an all furry universe, but I get Donald has interacted with humans before.

Mighty Ducks: One I haven't revisited and don't really.. intend to. It's a weird piece of the duckverse, with aliens, 90's super powers and hockey. I might check it out for the novelty as I have gained a love of hockey due to certain canadian television series

But otherwise it's just kinda.. there. There are other 90's action shows to visit. Gargoyles is just down the block. BTAS exists. I just really.. dont' care.

#aladdin the series #marsupilami #quack pack #gargoyles #mighty ducks the animated series #disney #donald duck

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sammy-writes-sometimes · 7 months ago

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“Your child hissed at me.” Bdubs says, voice thick with annoyance.

“They what?” Tango laughs as fae turn around, project planning abandoned the second the dryad had come into faer workshop with their three month old.

“Your child hissed at me.”

“Aaawwwwww, Nova.” fae fawn. “Did papa Bdubs upset you? Is he too cold?”

Bdubs rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

“Can I?” The netherborn held a hand out as fae offered.

Faer husband simply shrugs his shoulders before gently setting Nova into faer arms.

It doesn't go so smoothly though, Nova seeming to growl as Tango cradles them.

“See? See? They did that to me.”

“Wow.” Fae murmurs, a gentle hand running over the baby's forehead. “You okay, buddy?”

“I– I checked. Nova's fine just– just they keep growling and hissing. I didn't even know netherborn could hiss!”

“I don't do it often.” Tango jokes, swaying from one side to the other.

Fae start to purr, watching Nova carefully as they melt into the sound and start purring as well.

“Having a spicy today, buddy? Upset at everything?” Fae joke. “Don't worry, dad's here. I'm here.”

Nova doesn't settle easily, to be fair they never have. From the moment they opened their eyes, they seemed to hate everything that even simply moved. But they do settle down, falling silent against Tango’s shoulder as they purr softly, quietly.

Bdubs then presses a kiss into his cheek before starting to walk off.

“Snookums? Where–”

“I'm taking a nap, my love.”

Tango looks from him to faer workbench then back again. “Can I join?”

Bdubs smiles, kissing faer cheek again, just as gently as before. “If you put Nova to sleep for me.”

“Wow, making me do all the work?”

“I fed and changed them so don't complain.”

Tango sighs, flicking his tail as he adjusted how fae held Nova, the little netherborn’s head leaning against faer shoulder.

“Fine, but it means your next turn is longer.”

This only really makes Bdubs glare harshly. “And what if I make someone else take it?”

“As long as it isn't Zed.”

“Alright.”

Faer still purring as Bdubs leaves, trailing not far behind as they exit the building and into the wide, open meadow they made their home in.

A cherry blossom, not yet in full bloom, stands not far outside their home. Not exactly small, it had to fit a growing family of five adults and two babies, but still it felt miniscule when compared to what fae’ve grown used to on other servers.

Nova’s asleep by the time Tango gets to the house, tucked against faer shoulder as the duo purrs. There’s laughter from another room, Zedaph and Impulse talking about something as the demon cooks.

Tango sets them into a small, hand carved crib that rests on the ground of the living room, almost nest-like in design and feel.

Fae turn faer head, Bdubs already laying down on the couch with one raised, a silent invitation for faer.

The purr in Tango’s chest doesn’t grow quiet, only becoming louder as fae curl up against Bdubs’ chest and–

Dove starts wailing in the nursery.

“‘s not my turn.” Bdubs mutters, half-asleep.

“Fine, I’ll look after her..” Tango grumbles, pulling away. “Get some rest, okay?”

Faer husband doesn’t respond, simply smiling contently as fae leave the room to look after Skizz’s baby.

Our ko-fi

#may 29 2024 #written: dec 5 2023 #hc #fruit's fankids au #tango #bdubs #oc: nova #trafficshipping #tangdubs

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daisynik7 · 1 year ago

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yes, dinner was good, also currently snuggled into a warm blanket, but too cold to get up and make a warm beverage 🫠 though i hope you've done that for yourself if not warm and comfortably tucked into bed!

congratulations to the friend, i'm sure it was memorable and full of love, i'm glad you were able to catch up tonight! 💞

and yes! here's to one more day until the weekend and then we cuddle, snack, cook + bake, or do nothing for 48 hours straight! hope you have another good day tomorrow/ today! i love you snookums!!! <3

omg it's been freezing for me too! and now it's raining! it was not fun driving home today in the rain, that's for sure, but I made it! now I have to go to the DMV to get my license renewed, so hopefully that's low-stress (though I have a feeling it won't be).

yes! she showed me pictures and videos and it was very much full of love! ☺️

another day closer to the weekend! how has your Wednesday been? hope you're staying safe and warm so far throughout the week! can't wait for our cuddle session on the weekend! I'm sure you have another elaborate, delicious dish planned for us 😋 I love you wifey!

#my lovely thea #lovely moots #wifey's love letters #I hope my DMV pic turns out okay #my current pic is from when I was in high school fifteen years ago LOL #so it's definitely time for a change! :)#ily thea!

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vipersiia · 2 years ago

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XYX HEADCANONS

i have recently joined the bloomic discord and talked abt xyx, with,,, so many people and here r my headcanons, there are,,, a Lot of them and they are so so so fluffy i promise

OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL - he has such a thing for petnames, and will Melt if u reciprocate

absolute pro at not being able to take what he can dish out, dont fret though, he absolutely builds a tolerance

ironically uses terrible pet-names in public, if you use some on him he Will make it a competition and he Will win ("snookums here wants a refund on this." "yes sorry, mcdreamy here said it didn't look good on me" "oh schmoopy , how you wound me i did not sa that")

xyx is such a people-pleaser, so he Knows what you like and what you don't, he'll keep an eye on your expressions subtly ("hey babe why is there so much snack you really like in our pantry?" "it was on sale!")

he will Spoil you, he's not the type to spend a lot of money on himself but on You?? oh you better watch out

still careful with his money but if you're eyeing that bag, or pair of shoes, or poster, he will buy it for you.

even if you off-handedly comment wanting something, expect it in your arms Soon ("i saw this really cool poster at the mall today?" "oh really? what did it look like doll?" "it was like, of my favourite character holding their love interest" "oh thats very cool" schemes)

will absolutely do the evil villain chair in dark thing with Cat if you come home late ("i've been,, expecting you" "babe its 1 am what are you doing up?")

he knows your favourite drink, exactly how you like it, and it tastes perfect everytime. YOU NEVER TOLD HIM EITHER, he just had you try a buncha things and watched your reactions ("hey love, im trying out a new recipe, wanna try?" "of course!")

dont think about it but seeing him playing with cat, watching the muscles in his arm flex??? him Noticing you noticing and flexing a lil harder, before going all out, Cat meowing indignantly over his bicep???

stop thinking about xyx coming home from work, seeing you and Cat cuddling on the couch?? being so in love that he scored someone as amazing as you?? he is just, so so so, in love with you at the moment?? that he just, comes over, picking u both up and twirlin you around. Cat immediately, outraged bats him the face but he doesn't notice because you're giggling so hard rn

if he's meeting your parents??? ohhh be prepared, he is such a smooth talker and hes Proud. He comes in, nicest most neutral cologne, nice powersuit, a subtle chain necklace with your initial???

he is All smooth talk, keepin an eye out for any cues of like or dislike on topics, always complimenting whoever cooked

when getting to the Interrogation? oh he's Ready ("so what do you do for a living" "oh well i work as a lawyer, it makes me elated to be able to provide for mc like i can" "nice, nice" *visibly impressed*)

the car ride home after??? oh he is Menace, he is all grins, puffin out his chest like a bird ("doll they loOoooveee me" "did you see that? arent you proud love?") you're gonna have to keep saying yes but its okayyy because you're both sickeningly in love with eachother

him being hella cheesy, tellin u one day ("hey doll, i bet i can hold the entire universe in my hands" "what??") and immediately cupping your face??? pulling you into a soft kiss??

you keeping that in ur mind,,, ready to strike back?? sitting on the couch with him laying between them, cheek pressed into your thigh as you both play with Cat? when Cat leaves, leaning down and cupping his face in your hands??? ("you are so gorgeous babe") and he goes Red (mc - 1 / xyx - 4million), his breath Stops.

leaning down to kiss him??? catching him even more off-guard?? absolute knock-out. he tries so hard to play it off ("ill never be as gorgeous as you doll") but being sooo off his game? so caught off guard??

a sunshower happening, cue you, dancing in the rain like a madman??? him coming over and seeing you?? glad u cant see him because he is Positive he looks so sappy rn. eventually meeting his eye?? running up to him and grabbing him by the hand?? leading him into the rain?? he immediately takes over the dance, spinnin and twirlin you around.

pulling you into his arms?? arms resting on your hips as you grab him by the face?? pulling him into a kiss???? laughter breaking out between you two, as he peppers your face in kisses??

doing research on filipino wedding customs, finding out that you traditionally ask the parents for their blessing

ASKING XYX'S PARENTS FOR THEIR BLESSING?? going over to their house for a dinner plan, getting him distracted and asking his parents for their blessing??? planning the wedding with them??? burning the unity candle?? the rice toss?? the money dance???

at the altar, can't even get though the first line of his vows before he cries ( "and i, xyx tak-" *literally sobbing*)

DOING HARANA FOR HIM??? getting all the members of the bloomic server to participate, as you sing his praises? good at singing or not he is so choked up in giggly, hands over face ugly bawling

lighting the unity candle with him is a whole ordeal, neither of you can stay still long enough to keep the flame steady, almost lighting the tablecloth on fire

him holding you as close as you can fit against him?? teary eyed all over again because wow, he cant believe that you really wanted to marry him??

post first dance, as the night wanes, hiding behind the couples table, on the floor, in his arms??? as he feeds u mango sticky rice and vice versa???

sayin sum cheesy shit like ("oops i missed a spot, hold still love") before leaning in for a kiss??? not realizing the photographer AND videograper saw this and got it all in 4k??

the discord prompts that inspired me, thank u i luv u all(real)

#viper.txts #blooming panic #bloomic #xyx #blooming panic xyx #xyx bp #xyx x reader #headcanons

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theunburntsblog · 2 years ago

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{How would Jinx be like in a Relationship! HCS}

As always, gn!, Masculine-alligned reader,, they/them used for reader just some short hcs! Might do more soon

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|| We all know Jinx has attachment issues and Abandonment issues due to her trauma. (Vi, even though it wasn't really your fault, I'm looking at you) I would say this would play a part within your relationship with the little minx ||

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Jinx would call you all sorts of stupid nicknames like "Sweetems, Pookie Bear, Toots, SugarTits, My Dark Knight, Cutie Patootie, Big Man, Snookums, Honey bunches" this woman will call you every name in the book to get on your nerves and to see your smile.

She would definitely get you to slow dance with her,, and that wouldn't last long before she twirls you around until you feel dizzy.

Gifts you random trinkets, rocks, and jewelry she finds alongside her missions.

Will not go ten minutes without bothering you to make sure you still love her and won't leave her.

Doodles Dicks onto your hands as well her famous monkey when you're focused on something.

Steals your shirts that are extremely big on her and sleeps in them. She also designs some doodles on your shirts.

Sits into your lap while she works with trinkets

Drags you along on small missions so you could get out and explore with her.

Her love languages are physical touch, quality time, and gift-giving.

Let's you braid or play with her hair when it's all down.

Blows raspberries onto your stomach

When you're 'ignoring' her as she calls it,, she blows air onto your neck and naval until you pay attention to her. "Psst toots! Pssstttt"

When she's having a breakdown majority of it is Mylo telling her and filling her with thoughts that you're leaving her "no! You're.. you're wrong they wouldn't. They're not like her!"

She dances everywhere even when there's no music to embrass you.

She has her nipples pierced (I have no shame in this one. Tell me she wouldn't. TO. MY. FACE. )

Has multiple piercings which she pierced herself and you watched very concerned that it'll reject and surprisingly it didn't, I guess jinx got lucky.

She sing-songs phrases to you all the time.

Loves running her hands down your back she finds it soothing.

Adores cuddling while y'all are asleep. Yet moves around in all weird positions and ends up either laying all on top of you or in the floor. It's one or the other.

Uses your body as a heater when it's wintertime she's always so cold.

Pulls pranks on you all the time.

An excellent climber, loves to scare you when she's up high and just go "AHHHHH" and jumps onto you.

A terrible Cook, either you have to be a good cook or try.. or takeout forever!

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#jinx x reader #jinx arcane #jinx league of legends #league of legends #arcane x male reader #arcane x gn reader #gn!reader #male reader #male!reader

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marianosbrixton · 3 years ago

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call my bluff, call you babe; dtk + wilbur

pairings: sapnap, dream, georgenotfound, wilbur soot, karl jacobs x reader (separate)

summary: pet names i think various mcyts would call you

warnings: one swear word in sapnap’s section, suggestive content in dream’s, one mention of eating in wilbur and karl’s, none otherwise!

a/n: this is my first time writing on this blog! i hope you enjoy it, feel free to send requests!

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sapnap

darlin’, babe, cutie

�� i can imagine sapnap being a big advocate for pet names, because why wouldn’t he be? he loves you, and he wants you to know

✧ sapnap says darlin’ with the g cut off because he’s southern and i said so (also because i’m emotionally attached to liam from the darkest minds)

✧ like, you’d pass him something he asked for a few seconds prior and he’d be like “thank you, darlin’“ with a slightly exaggerated southern drawl because if you’re anything like me, you’re obsessed with it and he knows that. or you’d be on the phone with him, about to hang up, and he’d say “alright, darlin’, love you”. it’s just such a casual thing to him that he’d say it whenever.

✧ i feel like babe is just an easy one to throw out mid-sentence, it’s also not too heavy in terms of PDA so it’s a harmless one to say on stream or in front of friends. long story short, i can definitely see sapnap being a babe guy

✧ “hey, babe, have you seen my [insert random object here]?” or “babe, you’ll never guess what this bitch just said to me” (the bitch in question is naturally either punz or george)

✧ we’ve heard him call karl cutie enough times that there’s no doubt in my mind that he’d say it all the time. there’s also that clip from george’s first cooking stream (you know the one), so i think that at any given moment he’d take one look at you and just be like “you look so cute”

✧ or he’d pull you into a hug and go “come here, cutie”

dream

baby, angel, pretty girl/boy/one

✧ dream strikes me as a baby person. to me, baby feels a lot more intimate than babe, and i think he would like that.

✧ whether it’s a casual “hi, baby” or a whiny “babyyyy, give me cuddles,” he’d probably use it every other sentence.

✧ angel is a word i can imagine dream using both during and after those kinds of activities. like, you’d be mid act and he’d do something that would knock the wind out of you and drive you absolutely wild, and he’d go “yeah? s’that good, angel?”

✧ and then after the fact, you’d be pressed against him, completely out of breath, and he’d be running his fingers softly down your spine to try to coax you back to the mortal realm and he’d softly say to you, “how’re you doing, angel?”

✧ pretty girl/boy/one is one i picture him saying during moments where you very much do not feel pretty. like, for example, after you’ve just woken up, and your hair is an absolute mess, you can barely keep your eyes open, and you feel there’s no possible way anybody can find you attractive, dream’s there to prove you wrong as he says, “g’morning pretty girl/boy/one” except he says it all gravelly and stuff because everybody loves a good morning voice.

✧ or maybe you’ve had food poisoning or the flu or something and you’ve been throwing up your internal organs for approximately three to five business days, and you physically couldn’t feel worse if you tried, but here comes your golden retriever boyfriend with his loving eyes and a sympathetic “oh, i’m sorry, pretty girl/boy/one” as he rubs his hand down your back. i wouldn’t be surprised if whatever illness you had cleared up immediately.

george

little baby, love, snookums

✧ george doesn’t strike me as someone who uses pet names an awful lot, but i imagine he’d throw them out here and there

✧ you know that one clip of george showing the stream his dog and he was holding her and he went “little baby”, i feel like he’d definitely say that while hugging/cuddling you

✧ let’s set the scene; it’s freezing, and you’re wrapped up in more blankets than you can count, and he’d just kinda cradle you to his chest and coo, half joking, half not, “awww, little baby”

✧ george is english so i think legally he has to call you love or the queen will show up at his house with a machine gun and start shooting. whatever the english version of the secret service is will have snipers lined up outside of his window and then he drops a “thank you, love” and they back off

✧ typing the word snookums is causing me physical pain but i put it on the list because i feel like george is the type of person who would feel genuine disgust when using super sappy pet names, but also he’d do it to be funny

✧ like maybe you’d point out how little he uses them so he’d start overusing them to tease you, like “here’s your dinner, snookums” with an unfathomably exaggerated kiss on your cheek, or “would you like me to refill your water, honeybear?” with the most mocking tone you’ve ever heard

✧ it’s all in good humour though, because he does love you, and you both know it

wilbur

my love, darling, my baby

✧ this man has pet names coming out of his ears

✧ similar to george, legally as an english person, wilbur has to call you my love or the entire royal family will put a bounty on his head. however, i do believe that he says it every second word, so he’s safe for now

✧ if someone gave you a dollar for every time wilbur’s said some variation of, “have you eaten yet, my love?” or “let’s go to sleep, my love” you’d be rich (unless you aren’t from a country that uses dollars, in which case you’ll have to find something to do with all those dollars)

✧ if they also gave you a dollar for every time will called you darling, you’d be a billionaire by the end of the week. i don’t think i need to remind you of that clip of him flirting with quackity before mcc but i will anyway. i don’t make the rules, your name is darling now

✧ from dumb questions like “darling, would you still love me if i was a mouse?” to “i’ve missed you, my darling” after being apart from you for like ten minutes, sometimes you’re convinced he’s forgotten your real name

✧ my baby is one of those ones that i see him using half as a joke and half not. i feel like it would stem from “little baby man”, like one day he’d call you that because he’s a giant and you’re inevitably shorter than him (unless you’re not, in which case i’m afraid of you), and eventually it would turn into “little baby” and then because it’s will, one day he’d, in a similar fashion to george, pull you into his chest and coo, “my baby”

✧ i just feel like he’d be so unbelievably in love with you and so full of adoration that he’d just want to tell you every second of every day, and that would manifest as him pressing a kiss to your hair and softly whispering, “my baby”

karl

honey, sweet girl/boy/one, my angel

✧ i’m not sure how to explain it but karl just gives off honey energy. 1950′s housewife vibes, you know?

✧ like he’d be going off about pokémon cards (as he does), and if you’re like me and you sorta just don’t get it, you’d be smiling and nodding because even if you don’t completely understand it, you love him and he’s happy and that’s good enough for you. he’d get animatedly excited about a particular card and he’d just be like, “oh my god, honey, you don’t even realise how big this is”

✧ or the two of you would be just casually talking and he’d start jokingly teasing/making fun of you, and even though you aren’t actually upset, you’d make a big show of walking away from him, at which point he’d grab you by the waist and pull you into a hug and say “aww, i’m sorry, honey” while doing that laugh (you know the one)

✧ sweet girl/boy/one is a name that i imagine him calling you after you’ve done something nice for him. like, maybe you noticed that he hadn’t had any water for a bit or that he hadn’t eaten lunch yet, so you’d bring him something, and he’d be so grateful that he says “thank you, sweet girl/boy/one” with so much love in his voice that you know he genuinely appreciates it

✧ or you’d compliment his outfit or something because you think it looks good and he’d smile at you and reply “you think so? thanks, sweet girl/boy/one”

✧ karl’s called sapnap “my angel” more times than i can count, so i have no doubt in my mind that he’d say it to you too. you’d do something particularly adorable and i feel like his brain would just short circuit with how much love he has for you and the only words he could string together would be “my angel” because you are his angel, whether you like it or not

✧ another time i think he’d say it is when you’re cuddled into his chest, so tired it’s unbelievable, yet still fighting off sleep because you want to stay up and hang out with him. he sees this, and he pulls you closer, presses a kiss to the crown of your head, and mumbles “go to sleep, my angel”

✧ karl jacobs give me a hug challenge

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aesterium · 3 years ago

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apple of my eye

a pearl-centric double life fic in which Pearl gives Scott a gift.

word count: 1,536

relevant tags and notes: context-- pearl is allied with bdubs + impulse and they brought her into their home in the way you might coax a feral cat to be your pet. golden apple meta. impulse + bdubs are written purposefully vaguely; interpret them as /p or /r at your leisure.

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“Hey, Impulse, is it hard to love me?”

Impulse pauses in the middle of the pun he was formulating about how hay is for cows and stares at Pearl. She’s sitting on the floor of his home and studying something on the wall and her face seems blank, but he can tell she’s forcing it.

“Is this about the iron? If you really need a shield, you can go ahead and use it. BDubs should be back with some more in a bit,” he says.

She waves him off with an errant gesture. “No, no, just–” she sighs. “Yes or no, is it hard to love me?”

Impulse stares at her. Pearl doesn’t stare back.

“I don’t think so,” he says. “You’re a bit strange when you don’t get enough sleep, but not– it’s in an endearing way. You’re fun to be around and I appreciate that you’re here. I know BDubs loves having you here.”

Pearl laughs quietly. It’s a far wetter laugh than he expected. “I feel like BDubs loves everything,” she says. Her dog pads over and flops on top of her, head in her lap. She pets its head distractedly.

“He does,” Impulse agrees fondly. “He’s a very easy person to be around.”

Impulse pretends not to notice when Pearl discreetly wipes her eyes. “You and BDubs are perfect fits for each other, aren’t you?” she asks, her voice far calmer than he expects.

“I guess so,” Impulse says. “Never really had to think too hard about it. We were together since basically the beginning; it’s a bit silly how we didn’t figure it out then.”

Pearl exhales slowly. “That is silly,” she says, a hint of her typical teasing tone sneaking back into her words. “What, did you get a little paper cut and then hear BDubs screaming in the distance?”

Impulse laughs, relieved that the sudden heaviness of the moment had passed. “Something like that,” he says with a slight chuckle. “Has he told you about how the second we settled down here he asked me for a clock?”

Pearl finally looks at him and smiles warmly, the green light in her eyes dancing in mirth. “And how you got it for him immediately, you softie?”

“I– look, I mean– well, yes,” Impulse stutters as Pearl starts to shake in silent laughter. “It was important to him! He deserves to have it!”

“I know, I know.” Pearl says. She turns to look at the golden apple sitting on a floating shelf again.

When BDubs returns from his mining expedition (though Impulse is sure that he stole half of what he has brought with him), he blusters in dramatically. “Sweetheart, I’m HOME!” he says loudly, and Impulse is torn between warm appreciation and prickling embarrassment at the pet name. BDubs had picked up on his mortification at anything that wasn’t a diminutive of his own name and was systematically working through a shockingly large list of things-to-call-your-partner to find out which one made Impulse the reddest. Within an hour of arriving at their home, Pearl had contributed at least twenty additional names to try out, which firmly placed her on BDubs’s good side and nearly got her kicked out by Impulse himself.

“So I can see,” Impulse replies, reaching out to give him a hug. “We’ve got dinner cooking.”

“He’s got dinner burning,” Pearl deadpans.

BDubs cackles at that as Impulse tries to hush her. Peals of laughter escape Pearl as she dodges his clumsy attempts to grab her.

“Well! Burnt steak is my favorite kind, snookums,” BDubs says, turning his soulmate’s ire back to himself. “Why don’t we get settled down and sit down at the table, then?”

“The two of you are sickeningly domestic,” Pearl comments lightly. “I’m glad my soulmate left me if this is what he expected out of that arrangement.”

BDubs makes a series of sputtering noises that go back-and-forth between grumbling about how Scott doesn’t know what a good thing he threw away and how it’s completely fine to be happy to make yourself a nice house and settle down. Impulse just looks to Pearl and wonders, truly, if she believed his answer to her question earlier.

He doesn’t think she can read minds, but just in case, he focuses his thoughts and pushes them towards her. You are lovable. You are loved. No one can tell you otherwise.

◈ ◈ ◈

After dinner is cleared up and before the sun begins to set, Pearl sets out across the world. Impulse and BDubs make worried noises at her, but she tells Tilly to stay with them and reassures them that she’d be back by nightfall, hopefully not plagued by too many mobs on the way back.

It’s strange, to be out in the world like this: alone, wandering through brush and trees, idly digging up dirt or tearing down stone when it gets in her way. She’s used to this, but not from this world. She didn’t think she’d have to worry about that in this world.

Something twinges in her wrist as Pearl walks, and she knows that it’s not anything she did. She’s still quick to try and heal from it with whatever is in her pockets: the remnants of the dinner Impulse had prepared earlier that BDubs insisted she take with her, the melons that grow wild by the house she now shares, the occasional berry she picks as she passes.

The world is not large and it’s easy to get to where she is heading. The idle thought that Scott and Cleo’s bases are cute passes by her as if she’s in a dream. She’s not too sure about the idea of a bridge over a chasm in the violent world this will become, but it’s a fun building idea and they’ve made it work. She passes by Cleo’s house and knocks on Scott’s door before she loses her nerve.

He comes out, still wrapping a bandage around the wrist Pearl had felt earlier. He freezes at the sight of her.

“Pearl.” His voice is cold, and Pearl’s heart twists at the memory of how warmly BDubs and Impulse had treated her a mere half an hour before. Suddenly, she wishes she’d brought Tilly with her.

“Listen, I’m not here to beg for you,” Pearl says, her voice firmer than she feels. “I’m not going to get on my knees, I’m not going to tell you that I was wrong, I’m not going to give you empty apologies in the hopes that something in the past will change. You think I messed up, I think you messed up, and there’s really no compromise we’ll be able to come to based on that.”

Scott looks unimpressed.

“But,” she continues, “I do want to offer you– something.” With shaking hands, she reaches into her inventory and brings out something that makes Scott gasp quietly.

“Where on earth did you get that?” he asks with a hush, staring at the golden apple.

“Ironically enough, I found it in the Nether on the first day.” Pearl studies his expression, how pale he’s become. What an innocuous threat, she thinks, just a simple fruit, usually something worshiped and carefully saved for a dangerous journey.

She shoves the golden apple into Scott’s hands.

“What are you doing?” he asks, dumbfounded. He takes it all the same.

“This isn’t– I don’t–” she huffs as her mind races past what she can physically say. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m not the one that wants to throw out what the universe gave. I don’t want that option. But you? You already decided to go against the universe’s rules.” She shrugs helplessly, gesturing towards the apple. “What’s another?”

“Pearl, I don’t–” he tries again.

“Just– keep it.” Pearl thinks of a million other things she could say to Scott right now. She could scream at him, demand to learn why he can’t learn to love her, tell him about how soulbound pairs are supposed to work past whatever grievances they have with each other and grow into something beautiful. She could tell him that she’s sorry, that she wishes he could learn to appreciate her still, that she knows they could together become something far more dangerous and beautiful than any other pair has already become.

Pearl says none of these things. She turns and slowly makes her way across the bridge again, and by the time she’s broken her resolve and turned back to look, Scott has closed his door.

She makes her way back to Impulse and BDubs’s house numbly, and she just shakes her head and waves them off silently when they ask her if she’s alright. That night, she lies on their floor, staring at the ceiling, and she wonders when she will feel the sudden jerk of her life being torn out from inside her, when she will be shot through the throat, when she will fall but Scott will not.

The sun rises. Pearl checks her reflection in a bucket of water, her eyes more specifically.

Haggard. A thin veil of terror that Impulse must have noticed. Shadows under her eyes that must have worried BDubs. But green. Still green.

Impulse wakes to quiet, broken sobbing.

#double life smp #double life pearl #double life impulse #double life bdubs #dl!pearl #dl!impulse #dl!bdubs #double life fic #dl fic #pearlescentmoon #bdoubleo100 #impulsesv #how am i this filled with dlsmp thoughts after one episode and the portent of ep 2 #shakes the dlsmp guys a bit #this is barely edited im going to level with all of you #part 2/scott's pov in rbs!#trafficblr

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