#either way I’d comfort them and definitely help or try and help them get back home

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Okay hear me out. Imagine a story where a scientist is leading a tour of kids through his lab, showing off all the inventions that will hopefully one day help humanity! In this tour is his son, who is very excited to be with his dad at his job, while also technically going to school? Win Win!! His dad has been a bit overprotective of him, but he sort of enjoys the attention. Although he isn’t too keen on his classmates who bully (perhaps one of the bullies is his brother or something) him for it, still poking and teasing him during the tour.

After awhile the dad shows off a portal machine which can open a portal to a whole new world, or at least that’s what they think it leads to anyway. The lab hasn’t fully tested it and is making a robot to send in first. The kids all ask if they can see it and the science team agrees as long as no one goes over the rails towards the portal, cause it seems to have a suction. (You can see where this is going I bet) The science team flips on the machine and the portal lights up, and while everyone is distracted the bully decides to have some fun, whispering into the Scientist kid’s ear something like “Maybe you’ll see your mom over there” or “Perhaps I should just take out trash like you. You’re just wasting dad’s time anyway” before the kid can really process what happens he is pushed over the rail into the portal, disappearing. The machine shuts off with a clunk and the dad is pissed. He is shouting at the bully about how stupid that was and how they have no idea if it’s even life sustainable on the other side! A guard nearby says that the kid is in real serious trouble for so many reasons, only for the dad to chime in that the bully better hope his kid is alive cause if he isn’t, he’ll get a murder charge. The bully explains he didn’t mean to only for most of the class saying that the bully always does this and one student even repeats what he said before he pushed the kid in. They decide to end the tour early and send everyone home, while the bully is escorted out by the guards and won’t be going home soon.

The science team asks what they’re gonna do and the dad says they’re gonna make something. Perhaps a suit or vehicle so that he can go into the portal and find his son. The team nods and quickly gets to work, they know it’ll take more than a few weeks, but maybe if they are lucky the kid will be okay, and maybe they can get it done faster.

Meanwhile, the kid flies through the portal and lands on a soft ground. Panicking he sits up and looks around, only to notice he’s on a huge bed. The portal sent him to a world that was way bigger than his own. Fear strikes him as he realizes where there is a big bed, there’s a big person. He’s right when he looks over across the room and sees a huge person sitting at a desk mumbling to themself. He’s frozen in fear and can’t move, even when the person swings around from their chair and walks over to their bed only to pause and stare at him.

The giant just stared at him, confused as to why there is a tiny child in their bed. They swear they didn’t put them there and are about to say something when the kid just burst out crying and the giant panicked. They quickly kneel by their bed and try to hush the child and tell them that it’s okay. The child keeps sobbing and soft hiccups can be heard, but eventually the kid quiets down a bit. The giant carefully asks how the kid got there, and the boy answers between sobs. The giant listens and the boy eventually bursts into tears again, crying out that they want their dad. The giant gently scoops them up, and holds them close saying “hey, hey, it’s going to be alright. You said your dad was a scientist…sooo he must have seen you get pushed in. I bet he’s trying to get back to you, he just has to figure out how to.” The kid sniffles and asks if the giant really believes that and they nod. They then reassure the kid that they won’t hurt them and that they’ll watch and care for them, until their dad comes to save them. The boy nods and the giant pauses and asks if he likes movies. The boy says yes and that he likes action like movies. The giant then decides that maybe they could watch a movie, to help the boy calm down, they’ll even let the kid choose the movie. He gets a little excited over this and the two of them go and do exactly that. Through this we learn that the worlds are almost identical, but some things are changed like Superman is Aceman, and Ice Cream is Frost Gel. All still the same thing, just named differently, which both the giant and boy find amusing.

The boy stays with the giant for little over a week, getting used to the large surroundings and the movements of the giant. The giant provides a small house to the boy, made of a box and Legos, which the boy had fun playing with and designing that part of the little home. In the other world the dad and his team finally finished the suit. It was built to survive space, acid, lava, and other possibilities. It had a backpack built into the back that held food rations, weapons, tools, and other things for survival. There was also the case, which contained all the parts for a small return portal back home. Which had been tested multiple times….just not cross dimensionally. The suit also had a built in camera that would send live video feed back to the team while the dad, who wanted to be the one who went through, was over there looking for his son. He’d also do some science stuff, like take samples and explore a bit.

The day finally arrives and the dad walks through the portal. He finds himself behind a large plush wall, and he starts to walk around it when he hears booming voices. Meanwhile the giant is laying in bed scrolling through their phone. The kid is sleeping in their little house for a quick nap. Then out of the corner of their eye they see something move out from behind their pillow. The dad looks up and catches the giant’s eye glancing at him. He freezes, and then grabs a weapon from the bag. This causes the giant to freak out and quickly flop out of their bed and onto the floor. The dad runs over and, using the mic in his suit, shouts “WHERE IS HE?!?!?” The giant, confused as hell, asks that the “crazy living action figure dude” please put down the weapon, while also asking what he means. The dad just shouts “IF YOU DID ANYTHING TO HIM I SWEAR I’LL..” the threat falls from his lips as the giant rises above him and cautiously walks over to the little house. They open the top and reach in, carefully waking the boy up and whispering that they have a surprise. The dad, still in a fighting stance, watches as the giant approaches with something in their hands. He’s about to fight, when the giant opens their hands and reveals his son, causing him to freeze. The boy pauses, not recognizing him cause of the suit, but once the dad rips the helmet off, the kid jumps off the giants hand and rushes to embrace his dad.

Both the kid and the dad just tightly hold onto each other as the giant just smiles softly, watching them. They then comment how much of a strong and loving dad the kid has and how the dad has such a brave and smart son. They both look up at the giant, who gives them a sweet smile. The dad explains they can go back home and the son is excited to tell his dad everything he learned about the place. The giant asks if there is anything they can do to help, which the dad asks if there is a safe place to setup a portal device somewhere that isn’t, well, a bed. The giant nods, and offers their hand to the pair. The son quickly hops on and the dad, carefully steps on after a bit of encouragement from his son. The giant takes them to their desk and says they can set it up in the free space near the wall.

After some time the portal is up and running and the dad has some samples, including a hair from the giant, and the small pair is ready to go home. The giant remarks that they’ll probably be seeing more of the tiny people, but says that they are welcome to visit. The boy hugs the giants hand and thanks them for taking care of them. The dad also thanks them for watching over his son, and says that he’s glad that the giant was the one to find his son. They take their leave and the story comes out in their world about what happens. The bully is still charged for some things, mostly messing with official government science stuff, but everything seems fine in the end. Plus the boy made an amazing friend, and the dad found someone he can trust to watch his son.

Anyway, basically what if a portal led to a giant world similar to our own, but it was discovered because some kids decided to mess with a kid. Resulting in the kid getting lost in that world, having to wait to be found or find a way back themself?

[achilles-rage]

Cookies

summary: you and buck bake cookies at 3am.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: hey... how y'all doing... i am finally making my comeback!! if you missed my post from yesterday (i answered a bunch of asks so now it's pretty far down there), i'm gonna be posting again, but probably less regularly. i've been stressing myself out i think by feeling the need to post a fic every 2/3 days, otherwise i feel like shit, so i'm trying to get away from that mindset, so i hope that less fics are okay!! i love and appreciate you guys so much!! anyway, enjoy<33

warnings: none, purely fluff, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

The light from the fridge casts a light across Buck’s face, harshly contrasting the dim light coming from the television as he opens the door to grab the ingredients he needs. 

“The butter needs to be room temperature,” he tells you sadly, glancing in your direction as he places the eggs and butter on the kitchen island. Your legs are dangling off the counter as you watch his every move, the cool counter pressing against the backs of your thighs in a way that makes you shiver in your sleepy state. 

It’s late; 2:30am the last time you checked, and you and Buck had the silly idea to pull an all-nighter, since you both have a few days off of work. Just like you used to do with your friends when you were kids.

“I’m sure they’ll be just as good. And, a lot better than store bought cookie dough,” you tell him with a soft laugh, rolling your eyes. 

Honestly, you’re just glad Buck has agreed to bake cookies for you this late. While you were watching a movie, the main character was making cookies, and suddenly you needed chocolate chip cookies. Like, immediately.

"Definitely better,” he says with a smirk, giving you a wink before pulling out the rest of the ingredients from the cupboards.

He helped you onto the counter before he began his work, telling you that he wanted to make them for you, and that all he needed from you was to sit there, look pretty, and keep him company. And with a face like that, how could you say no?

You watch as he measures out his dry ingredients, then mixes everything together, but he pauses every so often to give you gentle kisses, the ends of his curly hair tickling your forehead each time. When his hands aren’t somehow all sticky from the dough – you quickly learned how messy of a baker he was when you first started dating – he’d place a hand on your thigh, taking comfort in the warmth of your skin and the fact that he could feel the goosebumps under his palm. He always knows that you’re sleepy because you get cold, and your skin erupts in goosebumps.

“What do you think you’d be doing right now if we never met?” you ask quietly after a few moments of silence. He looks up at you from his bowl with furrowed brows, tilting his head to the side. 

“Is this the beginning of a breakup conversation?” he replies in a slightly teasing tone, although you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he studies your expression, and your body language, and your eyes.

Your eyes soften, and you immediately shake your head, giving him a reassuring smile as you hold your hand out. He reaches out for it, not letting it hang in the air for longer than a second or two, and lets you pull him forward until his body is positioned right between your legs, although with his hands all doughy, he opts to place his wrist under your palm.

“Baby, I have absolutely no intention of breaking up with you anytime soon. I was just thinking. How different would our lives be if we never met?” you say as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting your hands dangle behind his head as his lay on the counter on either side of you, making sure not to get your pajamas dirty from the dough covering his hands.

“They’d be very different. I’d be fast asleep right now, that’s for sure,” he teases with a cheeky smile. You laugh softly, rolling your eyes. It may have been your idea to pull an all-nighter, but he happily agreed that it would be fun. You didn’t even have to try to convince him.

“I’m serious,” you say with a laugh, leaning forward slightly, “I don’t know what I’d do if I never met you.” Your voice is softer now, a hint of vulnerability creeping in. You met Buck purely by chance, and you still think it’s a miracle that he took interest in you, despite him thinking the exact same thing about you.

“I’d be looking for you,” he says after a moment, shrugging as if it’s that simple. And to him, it is. 

Your eyes soften, and your head tilts to the side as your throat suddenly gets tight with your growing emotions.

“For me?” you ask in a teasing, yet slightly disbelieving tone, and he shrugs again with a nod. There’s no hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

“I’d be looking for someone who makes me happy, and who knows what I need without me even having to think to ask, and who is so beautiful that I can’t even believe that they’re with me. So, yeah, you.” You smile, feeling your face heat up. You can practically feel the love radiating from the deepest part of him and into your chest, and while your entire body suddenly feels warm, your cheeks feel like they’re on fire. Suddenly, you’re not so tired anymore.

“I’d be looking for you, too,” you reply, feeling tears prick your eyes as you lean forward and let your forehead rest against his. Buck has to keep a sliver of his mind occupied on not putting his hands on you, no matter how much he wants to feel your soft skin under his fingers. He wishes he washed his hands before coming over to you, but he wouldn’t have dared to let your hand stay raised in the air longer than a split second, just like he wouldn’t dare to part from you right now.

“Yeah?” he whispers, breathing in the faint scent of your body wash now that he’s so close. He wants to touch you so bad, and his self-restraint is wearing thin.

“Mhm. Except maybe without the snoring. I’ve never heard anyone that sleeps so loud.” You match his tone, letting out a soft laugh as he suddenly pulls his face back with a scoff, his brow raised and a smirk growing on his lips.

“Really? Because I seem to remember getting a text a few days ago saying that someone thought it was too quiet to sleep while I was at work,” he challenges, his eyes moving down to your lips for a second before moving back up to meet your gaze, the smug smirk still plastered to his face as you fight back a smile.

“I sent that in a moment of weakness,” you argue quietly, pursing your lips to stop the grin from making its way onto your face.

“Hey, come on, don’t pretend you don’t love it,” he continues, his hands now raised off of the counter and hanging in the air. They’re dangerously close to your waist; if he could touch you, he’d be tempted to tickle your sides to see that gorgeous smile grace your face, but he holds back. Instead, they just remain frozen, almost able to feel the warmth radiating from your soft body.

“I plead the fifth,” you tell him, reaching down and grabbing his wrists. You saw them out of the corner of your eye, full of dough and dangerously close to your pajama top, and the last thing you want to do is go upstairs and change.

You hold his wrists out between your bodies, and all Buck does is chuckle, rolling his eyes and murmuring a soft “brat” before leaning in and catching your lips in an intoxicating kiss. 

In the heat of the moment, you let go of Buck’s wrists, instead grabbing onto his hoodie and pulling him closer to you while your legs wrap around his waist, and he lets his hands go up to your cheeks. Neither of you notice at first, despite the sweet smell of brown sugar filling your nostrils, and he deepens the kiss, letting his lips work in tandem with yours as he savours the feel and taste of your mouth on his. 

Your noses brush against each other as you tilt your heads, and a low hum escapes Buck’s throat as his tongue meets yours when you part your lips. All you can focus on is each other as the oven beeps behind you, signalling that it’s time to put your cookies in, and Buck’s stubble scratches your face in a way that makes your head spin. You’re pretty sure the fire alarm could go off right now, and you still wouldn’t part from him.

You finally have to pull away to catch your breath, and when you do, you finally notice that your cheeks are now sticky. You giggle softly, and you can’t bring yourself to be upset with Buck about it. Not when he just kissed you like his life depended on it.

“Finish my cookies, Buckley,” you whisper after a moment of looking into each other's eyes, and then he finally pulls away from you, immediately missing the feeling of your thick thighs wrapped around him.

“Yes ma’am,” he murmurs, then dumps the chocolate chips into the mixture before mixing, humming in approval when they’re fully combined.

You take this time to wash the dough off your skin; not bothering to go upstairs to actually wash your face, rather merely using a wet paper towel over the sink to wipe off the residue. You know you’ll regret it later, but right now, you wouldn’t dream of being that far away from Buck. Not when the soft light from the tv mixes with the overhead oven light, and the soft sound coming from the credits of the movie envelopes the main floor of Buck’s loft and makes you feel so safe and calm.

When the cookies are in the oven, Buck helps raise you back up onto your spot on the counter, then makes himself at home between your legs, wrapping his arms around your plush middle and resting his head comfortably on your shoulder. You wrap your arms around his shoulders immediately, letting him melt into you as you wait for the timer. The steady feeling of his breath on your skin makes you feel even more at ease, if at all possible.

You don’t talk for those 10 minutes; you just bask in each other's presence. It’s past 3am now, you’re sure of it, but neither of you care. All you care about is how good it feels to be in Buck’s arms, and to know that you’ve found someone to bake cookies with in the middle of the night, just because you felt like it. Someone to bake cookies for you despite being so tired. Just because he loves you so deeply.

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creepypasta characters – how they’d react to you being upset over a small inconvenience 🤏

BEN drowned

•mocking sarcasm: “oh no, did the big scary printer jam again? total apocalypse. truly.” what became clear in his death, was he did, in fact, take his childish personality with him. he is no better than jeff when it comes down to teasing you for your dismays.

•playful teaser. he glitches around the room, mimicking your upset tone in a distorted voice, just to annoy you. it's spiteful, a little ignorant, but it's something you've come to grow used to. some things were just inevitable with BEN, and his torment was one of those things.

•offers digital comfort. BEN hacks a random game to create a hidden message for you, like “cheer up, loser.” if you don't reciprocate any sort of reaction back- you best believe he will be petty enough to rig a match for you. not so you can win, no. so you lose. just to agitate you again.

•awkward, awkward softness: if you’re seriously upset, he stammers, “hey, uh, don’t cry. i… don’t know how to deal with that.” very likely, he panics and goes to grab someone like jack or jane.

•weird with distractions. he'll float around, humming the zelda theme song until you laugh or throw something at him. if it works, it works. either way, you're too focused on smiling, or trying to hit him.

•over-the-top suggestion: “want me to corrupt their computer files? that’ll show them.”

•king of small gestures. leaves a pixelated heart drawn in a game you’re playing, then pretends it wasn’t him.

bloody painter:

•he observes quietly. sits in eerie silence, studying your emotions like he’s painting a mental portrait.

•when he is finished staring (although, admittedly, he does quite like the sight of you), he will offer some deadpan advice:

•“if it doesn’t matter in five years, it’s not worth ruining your eyeliner over.”

•if verbal reassurance doesn't do it for you, willingly, he'll engage in a paint-based gesture for his angel. he draws something comforting or silly (alternatively, absolutely crude) on a scrap of paper and hands it to you without a word, hoping it makes some difference.

•dark humor (where it is, and isn't appropriate.) “want me to take care of whoever pissed you off?” half-joking. maybe. if you say no, there is some genuine disappointment left lingering in his eyes. a missed opportunity to stock-up.

•unexpected comfort. gently touches your face and says some cheesy bullshit like, “the colors of sadness suit you, but i’d rather see you smile". he knows he's succeeded in making you feel something other than upset, when you are pressing your palm against his face and pushing him away with a groan of annoyance.

•will go extreme measures to make you a distracting gift. offers to paint you something. it’s his way of saying sorry.

•serious effort: if you’re really upset, he’ll spend hours creating something meaningful to cheer you up. although you'd clearly specified you didn't want him to maul the poor man who'd taken the last pint of your favorite ice cream flavor; the red coating of the little house he'd made you (in respect to the small abode you will "most definitely have" together), spoke otherwise to him listening.

•it's fucking disgusting, but don't discard it. it's the.. 'sweetest' way he shows that he cares.

clockwork:

•chaotic comfort. immediately threatens to stab whatever inconvenienced you. “who do i need to ‘fix’ for this?”

•pactical help (or a lack thereof): she does actually try to solve the problem for you, but gets frustrated if it’s not instant.

•(unhelpful) teasing: “aww, does my little clock need winding? let’s fix your mood.”

•joking aggression: “you’re upset? try getting stabbed in the eye and tell me how you feel". she soon after realizes this probably wasn't the best way to get through to you, and instead resorts to gently carding her fingers through your hair, sitting in an awkward silence after.

•when the silence gets to be too much, the most rational conclusion she could come up with was a random distraction. tosses something shiny or makes a loud noise to snap you out of it, almost, most definitely getting a sick kick of amusement when you jump in a startle.

•clumsy affection: roughly pulls you into a hug afterwards and says, “you’ll be fine. i’ve seen you handle worse.”

•this is shortly after followed by a soft admission. “i don’t like seeing you like this. it’s weird.” no sympathy on her face, just her nose being scrunched up in discomfort. but you can tell she means her words.. more for her sake.

eyeless jack

•jack is a quiet observer. he always has been, and will be. he notices you’re upset but waits for you to bring it up, not wanting to push you down a further slope than you were already on.

•when you finally begin to talk to him, for the most part, he simply listens. but if he notices it's getting to be too much, he'll offer some gentle reassurance: his voice is calm, almost nonchalant as he says, “it’s okay. you can talk to me.” he means it.

•words aren't easy for him. he's used to being silent, tucked away to the confines of his laboratory. it's why he chooses a more physical approach. cooking comfort. jack makes you a meal without being asked—though you might not want to know the ingredients. just eat it, and thank him.

•when he does speak, he offers the most practical advice out of the bunch: “you’ll survive. you’re stronger than whatever this is.”

•he's cold, but caring: “if it’s not life-threatening, it’s not worth worrying about. but... i get it.”

•soft-spoken comfort: stays close by, quietly grounding you with his presence. he'll offer you a spot in his laboratory for the time being, leaving you to watch as he hustles and bustles about. he isn't a fan of people in his space- in the slightest. but for you, he doesn't mind the company, so long as it helps. he won't directly admit it, but seeing you upset does something to his heart.

•it unfortunately, wouldn't be jack without some out of pocket, and highly untimed dark humor. he's working on his current 'patient', his scalpel against the lining of their abdomen when he would pause, as though an idea surfaced.

•“would harvesting an organ cheer you up? no? worth a shot.”

hoodie

•takes a more casual approach compared to the others. nudges your shoulder and says some nonchalant shit like; “what’s got you so down?”

•followed by some super-chill reassurance: “it’s not the end of the world. i’ve seen worse.”

•says it in a tone that makes him sound like he genuinely doesn't give a fuck, and is instead saying it in prayer god gives him a second chance for being 'kind'. he does, genuinely care however. he wouldn't have asked if he didn't.

•when he realizes it's something 'trivial' (in his mind), he'll give you some lighthearted distraction. hoodie offers to hang out or go on a random drive to take your mind off it. if you accept to hang out, you're both watching some rag-tag channel that your old, boxy ass television could pull up. it's absolutely shit. if you accept the drive, the radio is on, playing some old song that helps you clear your mind. the two of you definitely get going.

•if it's not the radio you're focused on, it's his singing. it's either god awful, and it makes you want to die more than whatever inconvenienced you at first, or he should have been a choir boy.

•snack attack: you two pull into a gas station along the way to fill up the old piece of rust. he goes in, comes back out with a pack of cigarettes and some chips in hand. he'll carelessly throw the bag of chips at you and say, “here. don’t say i never do anything for you.”

•soft teasing: “you’re cute when you’re mad, but let’s not make it a habit.”

•followed by some subtle care: puts his hoodie around your shoulders if you look especially down, or you're out late on your drive and it's getting cold.

jason the toymaker

•100% makes a toy bribe: instantly offers to make you a custom toy to cheer you up. “what’s your favorite color again?” it's cheesy, but it does have it's odd way of working it's magic.

•jason can get into quite an overprotective mode, often getting himself frustrated when he cant disect the root of your problem. “what caused this? tell me so I can fix it." .. "am i going to kill them..? what does it matter?"

•the answer is yes. yes, he is.

•soft-spoken comfort: “don’t worry. i’ll always take care of you.” he has a way of reassuring you even when you have your doubts, almost with an expertise that surprises you. if you were ever questioning his genuinity, he's answered for you.

•possessive guilt-tripper. “i don’t like seeing my favorite person like this. smile for me, will you?” he's sweet, in the worst of ways. jason knew all he had to do was flash you that charming smile of his, and you'd bend to his will. it was both a curse and a blessing.

•makes up some distracting hobby. he invites you to join him on a whim in making something to calm your nerves. (he definitely ends up taking over your craft.)

•encourages gentle insistence much like bloody painter. “you’re allowed to be upset, but not for long. it doesn’t suit you.”

•creepy but.. comforting? reassurance: “nothing bad can happen to you while i’m here. i'll make sure of it.” you aren't allowed out of his sights for a while.

jeff the killer

•mockery overload. “aww, you’re upset? should I call the waaah-mbulance?” he's a fucking asshole and he knows it, but his emotional boundaries hold no shame. if you knew any better, you would think he didn't care if he made you feel better or worse.

•teasing to comfort: purposefully annoys you until you either laugh or yell at him. he is 100%, more than likely aiming for the latter, getting a sick sense of satisfaction from knowing you're wound up now because of him. “see? you’re not upset anymore!”

•he's a twat with territorial anger: if it’s someone else’s fault, he’s immediately ready to fight, thinking of the most irrational ways to kill someone for your sake (though there is already nothing rational about him). “who do i need to carve a smile into?”

•though a selfish sod, he does have some genuinely surprising softness when it comes to you. if you’re genuinely upset, he awkwardly wraps his arm around your shoulder and says, “it’s fine. just... chill, okay?” he's rubbing your back until his hand is numb, or you become agitated.

•clumsy reassurance: “you’ve got me, so who cares about dumb stuff like that?”

•even throughout the comforting, his offer of violence still stands. “say the word, and i’ll make it disappear. permanently.”

•jeff is the absolute fucking worst for guilt deflection. if he caused the inconvenience, he’ll deny responsibility, but quietly try to make it better. he sees admitting to his faults as a weakness, but a few hours later, when he‐ again‐, sees your mood hasn't improved— he's begrudgingly coming over and taking your hand to apologize. his words are lazy sounding, but they are true. it pisses him off that he has to go such lengths to make you feel better, but in the end, it's you. so he'll cope.

jane the killer

•she is a direct comfort sort of woman: “what’s wrong? talk to me.”

•when she notices its an re-occuring issue bothering you more than usual, she'll go into problem-solving mode. jane listens carefully and offers solutions, even if you just want to vent. she loves listening to you talk, even if it's under more unfortunate circumstances.

•has a protective streak much like her male counterpart: “if it’s someone else’s fault, i’ll handle it.” and she means it

•queen of tough love. it's her kingdom. “you’re stronger than this. don’t let it get to you.” she's seen too many people react irrationally because of minor inconveniences (jeff), and she would hate to see you deliberately get into trouble because of something as 'simple' as frustration.

•silent presence: if words won’t help, she stays with you until you feel better. if your room is a mess, she'll clean your clothes off the floor, fold, and carry your laundry to the washer while you relax on your bed. she won't let you leave until she's positive you're at least feeling a little better about your situation, and even then, she's by your side for most the day.

•though she can be just as stubborn as anyone else, jane does make a soft admission: “i hate seeing you so upset. tell me how to help.”

•makes some gentle distraction (unlike clockwork): she suggests watching a movie or doing something fun together to lift your spirits. she will likely end up doing your makeup, the two of you on the floor together until your spirits start to rise.

laughing Jack (i hate this motherfucker)

•over-the-top antics because he's just like that, unfortunately. he's a piece of shit, but tries to make you laugh with ridiculous jokes or obnoxious pranks. a for effort, i guess. he's giving it his best shot.

•much like jeff, being a complete dick, there is that aspect of mock concern: “oh no! we must alert the circus of your sorrow!” sarcastic cunt.

•there is some aspect of unexpected sweetness with him, i would think (hope). if you’re genuinely upset, he tones it down and says, “hey, I don’t like seeing you like this.”

•he's crouching down onto his knees as you sit on the edge of your bed, his large, ugly ass hands cupping your face the best he can without shanking you with his gross, long fingers. his thumbs 'gently' rub your cheeks as he let's you breathe your frustration out.

•clownish ass distractions: pulls out a random toy or silly object to cheer you up. from out of fuck-all nowhere, he pulls a doll out from behind its back. it's even more hideous than him, which is difficult. it's stuffing is gruesomely ripped out, instead, packed full with grotesque looking candies. he'll awkwardly discard it on the floor when he sees it's only made your mood worse. what an idiot.

•chaotic energy: “let’s go do something fun! or dangerous! or both!”

•you don't feel like doing anything

•gentle honesty: “i'm not good at this comforting stuff, but I’m here for you.”, even though you already knew that. though the semblance is appreciated.

kagekao

•you're still a victim of playful mockery. "you look adorable when you’re mad. like a tiny storm cloud". he's mocking you while you want to punch him into a smear.

•teasing distractions. he pokes at your cheeks or steals something of yours to make you chase him. he genuinely does not care that you feel murderous tendencies towards him at the moment. it's his life mission to torment you eternally.

•jovial comfort: “don’t worry, i’ll take care of everything. or, at least, pretend I did.”

•surprise gifts. when he knows he's pushed you too far, he will opt to leave you a random (sometimes unsettling) trinket to cheer you up. he knows he's the source of your agitation, so he tries his 'best' to make up for it.

•more lighthearted annoyance. “you know i can’t take you seriously when you’re pouting like that, right?”

•unexpected wisdom from someone who is such a cunt to deal with. “life’s too short to stress over these things. laugh it off.”

•silently lurks nearby until you calm down, offering his silent presence as comfort.

masky

•masky will often show a reluctant concern, not outright admitting he's worried about your fluctuating attitude, but instead inviting you to chat. “what’s wrong now?” his tone is gruff, but he genuinely cares.

•practical help: masky fixes the problem (if possible) without saying much about it; especially when it comes down to it being an issue with anything containing an engine. if you're frustrated by an issue you're having with your vehicle, calmly, he'll tell you to give him the keys, and if he's feeling nice enough, he'll invite you out to hold the flashlight for him. just make sure you keep it steady.

•vaguely annoyed, but supportive: “seriously? you’re upset over that? fine, let’s deal with it.” he's the type to teach you about fixing your own issues, so you'll know how to deal with it next time.

•protective side: “if you need help with this, come to me. you don't need to be going to.. random guys to fix your car."

•he's definitely jealous at the thought of you going to anyone else for help but him.

•silent comfort if it's anything else that physically, he cant fix. he sits near you, not saying a word but making it clear he’s there for you.

•backhanded affection: “you’re too stubborn to let this keep you down, right?” he knows you'll take it as he's doubting you; and that you'll smarten up quick.

•masky gives you grudging hugs. awkwardly, he pulls you into a hug if you’re really upset— often on the porch as he's having a smoke. you'll be sitting on the steps, tucked up to his side. if he feels nice enough- his jacket will end up slung over your shoulders.

slenderman

•i'm going to be flat with you, he does not care.

•but if he did, he would be calm and composed. it doesn’t affect him, so he has no reason to reacf but to calm you down. “you’re letting this get to you? that’s beneath you.” he sounds unamused.

•stoic support. slenderman offers silent reassurance with his unyielding presence. sometimes he's there, sometimes he isn't. but, you always have that lingering feeling of him being close by. it's both comforting and frightening.

•intimidation tactic: “shall i remove the source of your distress?” he’s deadly serious, for the most part.

•he's slightly patronizing. he doesn't really grasp a sense of confliction about this like you do. he doesn't really get why you're making such a fuss over something so blatant. “this is not worth your energy. focus on what truly matters.”

•both helps and frustrates you more. sometimes it's pointless to explain to him.

•..somewhat gentle understanding. if you’re truly distressed, he places a hand on your shoulder and will tell you to excuse yourself from any activities later in the day.

•eerie distraction: creates a serene yet unnerving environment to take your mind off things. the effort is.. there.

•cryptic advice: “all things are temporary. even this feeling.”

ticci toby

•dry sarcasm “wow, the world’s ending because of this. guess we should all panic.” his tone is teasing but not mean-spirited. he just doesn't understand that it's truly bothering you to that extent, until you breakdown to him.

•gentle understanding: “yeah, okay, I get it. sometimes the little stuff just… builds up.” he leans back and listens without pushing you. he knows you're already overwhelmed, and makes it a point to give you some space while still being there.

•subtle comfort. he offers you his jacket or quietly sits beside you, muttering, “you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. i'm not going anywhere.” like masky, he keeps you close to his side, whether sitting on a log or walking down the path. he'll encourage you to hold onto his arm.

•toby has a protective streak: “tell me who or what caused this. i’ll take care of it.” his voice is calm, but there’s an edge that means he’s serious. he doesn't like the idea of anyone pushing you around— only he can play around with you like that.

•gounding presence: if you’re spiraling, he places a hand on your shoulder or holds your hand. “breathe, okay? just focus on me for a minute.” too many times he's had to do this by himself. he understands the complications of losing yourself— and if you don't have to go through it alone, he won't allow you to.

•dull humor to lighten the mood. "if it makes you feel better, i've probably done something way stupider than whatever you’re upset about.”

•quiet reassurance: “you’ll get through this. you always do. it’s not as big as it feels right now, i promise.” he speaks softly but firmly, making sure you know he’s in your corner. he always is and will be. he's a bit more gentle than the rest.

[dollyichi]

ONLY KISSES . . . tamaki amajiki x f ! reader. m—dni / period cramps are a pain in the ass / making out / established relationship / suggestive / both are pro heroes / not proofread

you whimper on the couch of your shared apartment. everything felt sore.

you just got home from an early morning patrol. your boyfriend’s just about as done too. as much as you were excited to spend time with him, you just had such a foul mood because of the pain.

you wrap yourself up in a hoodie you found and curled up. “just come home.” you mumble. as if almost on cue you hear the bell chimes from your front door. “i’m home…” you hear him say.

the cramps started again before you could even welcome him back.

you lay there in silence. you just weren’t in the mood. “baby?” he calls out to you but you stay quiet. he was sure you were home, and with furrowed brows he walks around not noticing your quiet presence on the couch.

he jumps when he sees you. you looked so cute curled up like that—but the visible discomfort on your face was much more worrying. it’s almost the end of the month so he knew it was your time. [as a good boyfriend should!]

he doesn’t say anything and sits down beside you. pulling your towards him so he could cradle you in his arms. placing you down on his lap and nuzzles his head on the side of yours to comfort you.

you ease up, taking his hands and placing it where it hurts. “cramps.” you say, and he already starts massaging it.

you sigh leaning onto him further. “i missed you.” he coos at your affection.

“should we move to the bed? i’ll carry you.”

you shake your head, “no… cause then i’d want to fuck you.”

“didn’t stop me before…” you couldn’t help but laugh at him. you just weren’t in the mood for anything but you’re content with him just touching you, like this, so sweetly. pressing on with his finger tips. letting you guide his hands where it hurts more but he couldn’t help but like one of his hands linger.

trailing up your tummy and you just stare up at him. he stops when he realizes and hugs you tighter. “s-sorry! force of habit…”

not getting to fuck him was worse than getting a broken leg.

“i saw you in a poster earlier. i thought my boyfriend’s so cool!”

“i didn’t even know i had one.” he frowns, “they probably took that mid action…” he protests.

you squeal, “even cooler! i knew i should’ve ripped it off and took it home.” he shakes his head and sighs. “that- that’s too embarrassing!”

you try your best to turn around. leaning on his arm, just enough to see him. he was pouting. definitely not a fan of his lover being hurt. “i brought you home some snacks by the way, but you can eat them later.”

“we can share! thank you!” you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. you’re straddling his lap to see him better.

what really takes the cake was when he just looked especially good today. and he smells so good, you wanted him so bad but you’d rather get him to fuck you properly when you feel better.

“tamaaa~ i really wanna fuck you but it just really hurts today.” it’s better if he’s not worried either.

tamaki thinks you’re so cute though, getting everything he could in him not to give in. “don’t temp me… i only want to take care of you today.”

this time it was your turn to pout. “then, can you kiss me?” you smile at him so innocently, but the only one innocent between you was your lover who nods without a second thought. though a whimper leaves his lips while it quivers, because he already knows you too well.

you lean in, giving him a quick peck. he’d chase after you, eyes shut asking for more and you’d giggle and plant small kisses on him. it was just like that, kissing each other so gentle and sweet. his hands on your waist while he lets you take the lead and use him however you wanted.

gentle and sweet, until you start to whine. deepening the kiss while you entangle your fingers tips to his hair. wrapping your thighs on his waist and adding extra weight and he’s doing his best not even to let his cock twitch.

“tama…” you’re calling out to him so desperately against his lips he couldn’t help but moan with you. giving you access to suck on his tongue.

it was so messy and needy. he’s doing his best to hold on your waist so you wouldn’t grind on him. but you could feel him. hard and eager and you’re smiling in the kiss because even then you’re winning.

you both pull away for a moment and he’d still have that bruising hold on you.

“you just know how to get me…” he says it as if you did something so unfair. you caress his cheek, planting more kisses. “wanna kiss more?” you ask. and he’s out of breath, this time he’s desperate. hands shaking as he gripped your skirt doing his best not to push it up and fuck you.

as he said he never minded it, but he didn’t want to force you for his sake. he already knew when you kissed he’d feel your brows furrow when your foreheads touched.

“only kisses today then please…” he begs, as if he could short circuit anytime now.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

[verizzafai]

Just to ask. If King Shadow and Jester Sonic was in the sonic verse—what would King Arthur and Sir Lancelot think of them?

Hmm dynamics dynamics dynamics… (Also Sonic Verse part update at the bottom!)

Bell = Jester Sonic

King = King Shadow

Changes “Bells” just to “Bell” because I kept reading “balls” LMFAO)

Bell and Sir Lancelot

- Bell absolutely adores Lance. He’s just like King, but without the bite. When Lancelot isn’t trailing behind Arthur, it’s likely you would find Bell trying to make him crack a smile or laugh. Doing tricks or re-counting stories. Lancelot thinks Jesters in general aren’t required for a kingdom to function, but he doesn’t mind the presence of Bell and secretly finds him a bit amusing.

Bell and King Arthur

- King Arthur is glad to finally have a pair that understands them, at least on a worldly level. While Bell and King are from a different, much more fantasy like world, they talk similarly which is nice. Arthur even laughs at his jokes and feels comfortable leaving Bell with Lance when he’s off to talk with the others. Bell also really admires and respects Arthur, especially since he and Lance clap at the end of his performances.

King and King Arthur

- King and Arthur have a mostly diplomatic relatonship. They treat each other the way they would treat the kings of their worlds. But King is definitely more hostile, a tug during a too tight handshake to try and throw Arthur off balance would be common. But even if King towers over Arthur, he isn’t intimidated so easily. King of course sees this as a challenge, so he continues to subtly disrespect him at every opportunity.

King and Sir Lancelot

- King would ignore most of the Shadows, seeing them as lesser to himself. But this would certainly be ten folded with Lancelot. Even if Lancelot ranks high in Arthur’s personal court, King still sees him as someone subservient, aka not worth his time. Lancelot extremely dislikes King for the way he treats both Arthur and Bell. While he tries to remain diplomatic, even he can’t help the occasional glare and snide remark.

Bell and King

- Okay, this is where it gets a little messy. Bell and King are pretty toxic so you’re going to have to bear with me here. (We have too many happy couples guys) Bell has been working in the kingdom since both he and King were kids. When King took over after Black Doom, he kept Bell around to amuse him, sending away the other jesters who worked alongside him. Bell does his best to keep a smile on his face, he is really good at repressing his emotions and acting positive. They have a very strong power imbalance, even if Bell is allowed to poke a little fun at the King. And King isn’t against using it. While not totally abusive, it would deifneltey toe the line.

However, in the Sonic Verse, King would very quickly get a reality check that he can’t treat Bell the way he would back home with most of the Sonic’s, and even a few Shadows, stepping in to cement that it doesn’t work that way here. I’d have to be very sensitive in the way I handle such a topic and do more research on it before I truly wrote anything for them.

Maybe after Sonic Verse is finished, there would be a second one where I could include more Sonadow pairs. (Pirate Sonic and Shadow, Zonic and Zhadow, Their gay animal print outfits, Archie Versions, STC/Fleetway, etc) but maybe more as a universe jumping adventure!

This makes me want to draw them all now… guys please

Also no Sonic Verse part today or tommorow, maybe expect the next one either Sunday or Monday. I’ve been a little nervous to post these next parts since we’re finishing up our first arc 🥹

[iceunhie]

JEALOUSY IS A FICKLE THING...

ft. al-haitham, ayato, wriothesley, lyney

warnings : gender neutral, jealousy, mentions of suggestive content on wriothesley's part, established relationship, you are wriothesley's spouse. erm slight dark content but it's okay it isn't implied, we need more men like them in the world

mhie's notes : i used the wheel randomizer for this i hope everyone's proud i write for anyone other than scara ijbol

al-haitham’s jealousy is muted; quiet and hardly noticeable, often non-existent unless you have the fortune of knowing him deeply enough (kaveh). make no mistake, al-haitham trusts you, he simply doesn’t trust those that make moves on you when he was clearly right there. when some bothersome person disrupts you both on a simple date, which is already a clear red warning sign, for the acting grand sage hardly has any time to spare; naturally, his reaction would be to put a complete stop to any and all the flirty remarks towards you with a flat tone.

it’s not the content of the words that make the person making a move on you leave, but the slight menacing edge to al-haitham’s voice, a sign that if they do intend to cross the line more than necessary, he won’t just be using his words.

most would back off after a simple talking-to, but in the case that person doesn’t cease their advance, you can best bet your lover is steering you away immediately. dendro archon forbid they touch you or make you uncomfortable in the slightest, though, or else al-haitham has no qualms contacting the matra or taking matters in his own hands, but this scenario hardly happens often, given his seamless ability to get to the heart of the conflict and uprooting it so that no problems arise.

he’d most likely opt to diffuse the situation by straight-up telling any admirer of yours that you were taken and most definitely not up for grabs.

“they are my lover. since you’re clearly crossing their preferred boundaries and seem ignorant of the fact, i’d advise you to stop making them feel any more uncomfortable.”

though it’s truly difficult to get al-haitham jealous due to the excellent control of his emotions, tempered by his rational thinking, the most you can see of it is how he seems to stay closer to you than usual and the simple but firm link of your fingers as you both continue on your days.

(but if you notice him putting a subtle hand on your waist as you both walk, do try not to comment on it, will you?)

for ayato… er, why have you even bothered? if one even has the nerve to flirt and court the yashiro commissioner’s own partner, then that’d make you either not inazuman, or simply an idiot. it’s no exaggeration, but a simple fact. ayato is by no means a jealous man, but he doesn’t like seeing those not worthy of you hover around you with such impure and unwelcome intentions, so he tells ayaka and thoma, but really, he just wants to call the shuumatsuban on any who dares to even look at you the wrong way.

he bides his time well, approaching your admirer with a genial smile and elegant composure and indulges in small talk, but there’s a chill in the air and the looming feeling of doom as well as his smile that seems to see through any and all actions. its terrifying, really.

it also doesn’t help that he’d be extremely touchy in these moments, seeking to link arms with you and yes, even going as far as to rest his head on your shoulder, a clear indication of exactly how close you two really are. after you introduce him as your lover, at this point, it’s likely that the person making a move on you would back off and run away immediately, for how could they even dare to compete when it’s the yashiro commissioner himself who they’re facing?

he’d gloat silently afterwards in the comfort of his own quarters though, the sight of your admirer cowering like a dog getting cornered by a wolf, ah, truly satisfying. though thoma would eventually tell him to tone down the ‘borderline evil chuckling.’

“my love, have you been well? hm? the change of topic? ah, well, as the saying goes; ‘out of sight, out of mind,’ yes? no need to think about those that’ll only bother you. now, come here, there’s a new hotpot ingredient i’d like you to try… haha, relax, it isn’t dango this time.”

another one with a terrifying reputation and terrifying influence to make even the most daring of your admirers quake in their boots. wriothesley is amused - he gets that there’s hardly any window for romance in such a dreary place like the fortress, but even going as far as to court the duke of meropide’s own spouse? really funny, honestly.

but after the initial wave of amusement, he does take this time to immediately show off his status as your husband, showing off the matching wedding rings and even having the well-deserved nerve to smile and continue on rambling about your marriage, which is clearly a very happy one, judging by the way he presses a lingering kiss to your cheek while maintaining clear eye contact towards the person.

you’d have to wrangle in your husband when you both sleep tonight though, because wriothesley has made it his personal mission for any and all those who wish to covet you to show them that you were his spouse, and no other held your heart or your affections. when morning rises the next day, you promptly leave with a very visible bruise on your neck, and an especially relaxed and happy duke at your heels. most would look away in embarrassment, including your admirers, so that’s that.

“hah, that'll show any of those who have way too much time on their hands to lay their hands off my spouse. what? too brutal? well, sweetheart, what did you expect?”

oh my god lyney. haiz this enigmatic magician… magicians are all about masterfully weaving lies and illusions in order to perform to the top standard, and it's no surprise lyney also uses such methods when dealing with any and all annoyances in your relationship. he can be perfectly fine on the outside, but he has always been good with keeping his more sinister and less than socially acceptable side in check.

in fact, chances are he’d probably charm away your admirer with his own tricks; a wink their way and honeyed suave words to ease their love-struck heart and in seconds your admirer is up and away, promising to leave.

this often gets you disgruntled and in awe of his ‘performance,’ but lyney will always stave off your complaints or questions with a rainbow rose or some other fancy trick of his up his sleeve and guide you away, person courting you forgotten. all according to plan….

in all honesty, lyney isn't as composed about it as he seems. lynette can see it at a glance after you two have separated after the encounter. it shows in the way he broods silently for some time, preferring to divert the attention of such a sore subject away and going about endlessly about what new gifts he might give you or what seat was best for viewing, read: what seat was closest to him, for that matter. her brother was truly such a pain in the neck, and lynette does thank you for making him happy, but really, at this rate, you'd drive him insane by how much sway you hold over him.

“and just a trick of the light here and-! ta-da! a rainbow rose, symbolizing just how much i do adore you, way more than any other! …so don't try to pay attention to them, okay? after all, you've already caught this magician’s eye and heart~”

he can still be pouty and extremely clingy after the encounter though, which carries on whenever he performs any of his shows, where lyney always, always makes one of his acts feature you, be it a simple guess your card trick or his favorite, the one act where he leads you to land up on stage and give him a kiss based on the card’s instructions, it's all to show just how wrong anyone else other than him would make you as elated as lyney does.

@ MHIIEEE 2023 : do not copy, repost or plagiarize my work.

btw can you tell i had fun writing for al-haitham despite the fact that i have never even been remotely interested in him in the entirety of the game

[hockeyboistrash]

i wanna be the one you call | m.k

So here it is. The first part to my firefighter au. This has been cooking for a while after reading @theonottsbxtch amazing firefighter!oscar fic (which you should definitely check out) I’d also like to thank @captain-huggy-bear for listening to me talk your ear off about this au 🫶🏻

I’ll put warnings up for each chapter but generally there will be mentions of blood and accidents because ya know they’re firefighters. I don’t go into too much detail though.

chapter summary: after another failed date, michael is ready to give up on finding love. however, bumping into you changes that. chapter warnings: none

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Michael walked down the quiet street, a takeout box in his hand. Another failed date to add to the ever growing list. This time she didn't even stay for dessert. That's what was in the box he was carrying, the cake he had ordered for the two of them. Now he was taking it home to eat by himself as he watched trashy tv. Michael didn't know what he did this time. It was always the same criticisms. He was either too loud, too much, or his job got in the way. He couldn't help it though because that's just who he was. Michael was someone who loved with his entire heart and that included his job as a firefighter. 

When Michael rounded the corner he was met with someone climbing a tree. It wasn’t a super tall one but enough for a cat to get stuck which is what the stranger seems to be doing. The tree was one of multiple that lined the street, bringing greenery to the area. It was currently spring going into summer, the trees losing their blossom to make way for the deep green leaves. 

You thought it’d be a quick rescue, you’d entice the cat enough that they’d get closer to you so you could grab them. The cat however had other ideas, deciding to climb up to the branch above. “Oh come on.” You groaned. You knew exactly who this cat belonged to. The fluffy ginger cat belonged to Mrs Hardy. You wish that woman would keep George inside because it’s not the first time he’s got stuck, and probably won’t be the last. That cat has a proclivity for high places and yet is scared of heights.

You were so close to reaching the cat when you felt your foot slip. You shut your eyes, bracing yourself for the contact with the pavement below but it never came. Instead you were met with a pair of strong arms catching you before you hit the floor. You slowly opened your eyes to a pair of brown ones looking back at you, searching your face to make sure you weren't hurt. “You okay?” Michael asked, gently placing you down. His hand still ghosted your side making sure you were steady. 

You nodded, struggling to string together a sentence. Any and all coherent thoughts were gone. The man who caught you was tall and handsome, his voice was deep. The sleeves of his button up shirt were rolled up showing off his tattoos. It made your stomach do flips. “I’m good, thank you.” You managed to get out just as the cat miraculously got down from the tree when his owner called him, trotting off like he wasn’t just stuck. 

“Mrs Hardy’s cat?” Michael asked, familiar with the cat's antics and recognising the area to be where he hung out. 

“Yep.” You confirmed with a giggle. It was contagious. Michael couldn’t help but join in.

“I’m Michael by the way.” He introduced himself. You told him your name and he repeated it, memorising the way it sounds coming out of his mouth. 

“I should probably let you go on your date.” You said after a moment of silence. It wasn’t awkward but rather comfortable. You couldn’t quite explain why you felt relaxed around him. He was a stranger yet you didn’t want to leave.

“Oh I’m actually coming from a date but she left halfway through.” Michael admitted, running his fingers through his hair. 

“Well it’s her loss.” You told him. “And leaving before trying the best cake in town? She’s missing out.” Michael couldn’t help but smile at that. You were so confident in your words that he knew you weren’t saying it to try and make him feel better but that you actually meant them. 

“D-do you wanna share it?” He asked, gesturing to the takeout box he was carrying. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his, worried that you would laugh in his face and walk away. Kinda like the other girls did. You weren’t like those girls though and Michael was quick to learn that. 

“O-okay. Yeah sure. I’d like that.” You said. The two of you then began walking towards the bench that was just up the road. You were side by side, your hands brushing. You could feel your hand twitch, the urge to hold his hand was strong. 

Michael sat down next to you, not leaving any space between you. His leg and shoulder pressed against yours. It wasn’t difficult though due to Michaels size. The two of you took it in turns taking a bit of cake, talking about random things. To an outsider passing by you wouldn’t be able to tell that you have just met. 

Even with the cake finished you still sat on the bench talking. The sun began setting, casting an orange glow on the street. Michael looked at you, really looked at you. The way your eyes twinkled in the sun, the way little dimples appear when you smile. He reached up, his hand cupping your cheek. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. You leaned forward, your nose brushing his. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to taste his lips on yours, the slight sweetness from the cake. You were going to kiss him but then his phone rang interrupting you both. Michael groaned as he looked at his phone. He mumbled that he had to take it and stepped away.

When Michael came back to the bench his smile was gone. “I-I’m so sorry. I have to go. That was work. There’s an emergency and-”

“It’s okay.” You assured him with a huge smile, placing your hand on his arm. Relief washed over Michael. He wasn’t expecting that reaction. His last girlfriend always got upset at him for being called into work unexpectedly during their dates. He couldn’t help it though. It wasn’t like fires stopped burning because he was on a date. “Here.” You said, reaching for a bit of scrap paper to write your number down. “That’s my number. You can message me if you want. I heard the lemon cake is good.” 

“Yeah. Yes definitely.” Michael said, unable to hide his excitement. 

-x-

The grin never left Michael’s face and his friends noticed. They had just come back from the call and sat down at the table to eat. Logan and Josh snickered between them, gesturing to how engrossed in his phone Michael was, ignoring the food on his plate. “Take it the date went well then?” Logan spoke up. 

“No, she left halfway through.” He told him. Some of the other guys had stopped what they were doing, curious about what Michael was telling them. They loved hearing about his dating life, or lack of. 

“Then why are you grinning like an idiot? Josh asked. “Well more than usual.”

“I- err- I met someone.” Michael admitted. He didn’t know why he let it slip knowing full well the guys will tease him for the next couple of weeks, months even. “I saved her from falling out of a tree, we talked, and then she gave me her number.” The guys cheered and hollered, happy for their friend.

“Have you texted her yet?” John asked, leaning in between Michael and Logan. 

“No, I-I don’t know what to say.” 

Jack sighed, plucking Michael’s phone out of his hand. “All you need to put is ‘Hey, it’s Michael, the guy who saved your life. Are you free this weekend? I’d love to see you again’.” He said as he typed out the message. “And send.”

“What?! Why did you send it?!” Michael exclaimed, snatching his phone out of Jack’s hands. 

“Because you were never going to text her.” He said, holding his hand up while the other snickered. It was probably true. Michael was so scared to mess things up that he didn’t want to text you. 

As soon as the text sent a chime could be heard from the entryway. Everyone in the dining room glanced at each other before rolling back in their chairs to see who it was. There was no way the girl Michael had texted was in the firehouse, right?

“Guys. That’s her.” Michael whispered, afraid that you’d somehow hear him. 

“Wow she’s pretty.” Josh said, earning an elbow in his side.

“How does she know Cap’?” Logan asked, watching as you and Clay greeted each other with a hug. 

“That’s his sister.” Alex said out of nowhere, sat on the couch reading the newspaper. Everyone but Michael started laughing, finding it funny that the girl he was talking to and was interested in turned out to be their captain’s sister. 

Michael excused himself, needing somewhere quiet to think. He chose the floor where the fire engines are parked when they weren’t out on a call. He started cleaning one of them, berating himself that he almost kissed his Captain's sister. That he saved her life then shared some cake. He had to have the worst luck in his lovelife. There was no way he could continue the relationship. Not only does it break the unspoken rule of ‘don’t date your friend's sister’ but Michael owed everything to Clay and he couldn’t ruin his trust.

“You didn’t tell me you were a firefighter.” You said, leaning against the fire engine. You clearly spotted the firefighter before he could hide, not that you could be stealthy at six foot five.

Michael sighed. He was going to do it. He was going to end your relationship before it could even start. “I don’t think we should go out again.” Michael said, looking straight ahead, not being able to look at you knowing he would lose any resolve. “Your brother is my captain and I think it’d be best if we cooled it. I-I’m sorry.”

You bobbed your head, trying not to let him see how affected you were by his words. “Okay then. I’ll see you around I guess.” You rushed out, wanting to leave quickly so you could break down crying in your car. You were hopeful that this time was different, that you had met a genuine guy who was interested in you. Instead you were destined for heartbreak.

[blushofeve]

Fuss and feelings

Pairing: Xavier x reader

Tags: @dummiebunny @mommymilkerssociety @slowburnmithy

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Word count: 2.08k

Themes: you've been hardcore crushing on Xavier. Friends to lovers. bandageing him up. movie night.

divider credits: @cafekitsune

A/N: not proofread, sorry for the mistakes

You’re not sure when or how it happened, but you found yourself paying more attention to him. You noticed the light scars from fighting wanders that decorated his hands. The cute look of concentration while he tried cooking. The perfect way his hair was styled. And the way his long lashes (which you’re definitely jealous of) fluttered lightly as he fought to stay awake, the moment he was the slightest bit relaxed. You practically committed the feeling of his body against yours when you hug in memory. His smile. His eyes. His scent. Him. It was driving you crazy.

You loved how comfortable you were with each other. Physical touch was a constant in your friendship. Hugs, holding hands, playing with each other's hair. Everything was just so natural with him. You loved the feeling of his hands on you. Your coworkers and mutual friends thought you two were already dating. You can't really blame them. You'd think the same thing if it were anyone else.

“It’s probably nothing.” You tried to rationalise. Maybe you gained heightened observation skills from being a hunter; that’s probably the reason why you’re noticing these small things. Maybe it’s because you spend so much time together. It’s only natural you’d start to notice these things. Right?

Earlier in the day at the office, you had been talking with Tara about some random topic. Looking behind Tara, you were blessed (or cursed) with the sight of Xavier coming back from a mission looking beat up. Not enough to cause serious concern, but enough for your mind to short-circuit when the two of you lock eyes and he gives you a bloody smile. Poor Tara was left wondering why her friend was suddenly unresponsive. This was way more than just noticing the little things.

You and Xavier have this little tradition. At least two times a month, you have movie nights. Either at his apartment or yours, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you get to spend quality time with your best friend. It’s pure bliss.

Rather, it was pure bliss. Now it’s just torture.

You don’t have much time to dwell on it because right now you’re both seated on your couch, watching some corny Netflix movie. Your legs were draped over his. You were very aware that his right hand rested on your shins while he ate popcorn from the bowl between you. You were desperately trying to concentrate on the movie, you really were, but it was impossible when his thumb was rubbing, or rather burning, small circles into your skin. Your eyes hadn’t looked at the TV screen in a while. Instead, they were burning holes into the side of your silver-haired friend’s head. And you’re thankful he didn’t notice. It’s a mystery to you, but Xavier genuinely enjoys the cheesy romcoms; they have his full attention.

“Attention that he should be giving to me.” You thought. “Do you hate the movie that much?” Xavier turned to you with a slightly pouty look. Ugh, you could stare into his gorgeous blues all day. You frowned. “What?” You’d got caught, “What are you talking about?” You feigned obliviousness, hoping he wouldn’t further call you out. “You’re glaring at me. If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now.”

“Shut up, focus on the movie.” You deflected and silently prayed that the darkness in your living room would hide your embarrassment. You playfully kicked your leg into his abdomen, and he winced in return. Now it was his turn to pray you wouldn’t notice his behaviour.

“Xavier…” “…Yes.” You sighed deeply, knowing exactly what was going on. “When you went to the infirmary after your mission, did you show all your injuries?” He remained silent. The light from the TV helped you see the light pink that crept up his neck and into his cheeks. Once again, you let out another, deeper sigh. Begrudgingly, you got up and made your way to your bathroom to get your med kit. He always did this. After missions, for some odd reason, he’d hide his more severe injuries and say, “I was planning to deal with it myself.” He wouldn’t, and you would always end up doing it because “you do it better.”

You migrated over to your kitchen, where there was more space. “Xav, c’mere.” The TV was paused, and soft footsteps neared you. Xavier entered the kitchen, the warm lighting gently washing over him. Holy shit. As per routine, he sat on your kitchen stool and expectantly looked up at you. It’s taking everything in you to stay standing upright. “Well..? Lift up your sweater.” You ushered. Xavier chuckled as he lifted his shirt up to reveal his abdomen. “Jeez, take me out to dinner first.” You rolled your eyes. Now, while you are very grateful to see his beautiful, toned abs, you couldn’t ignore the angry red bruise that glared up at you.

“What the hell?” You gasped, “Xavier!” He sheepishly smiled. “It’s not that bad, I’ve had wor-”

You cut him off, holding your hand up to silence him. You quickly took out an ice pack and wrapped it in a clean kitchen towel, and placed it on the bruise. Xavier let out a low hiss. "Give me a warning next time." He whined. "Get your injuries healed at the infirmary next time." You mocked his whiny tone. You rifled through your med kit for an elastic bandage to compress the bruised area on his abdomen. The room was now silent, apart from the low hum from your refrigerator.

As you worked, preparing the bandages, Xavier studied you intently. He loved it when you took care of him. And he especially loved the cute, annoyed face you always wore while doing so. A small smile crept onto his face. He leaned back onto the kitchen counter, one hand holding his sweater and the other holding the ice pack in place and let out a dramatic sigh. You looked at him questioningly.

“I just think it’s funny,” Xavier started, “how you always end up playing nurse when I’m the one with the healing magic.” You narrowed your eyes at him, annoyed and flustered all at once. You removed the ice pack and began to apply the bandages. “Then why don’t you use it?” He flashed a smug little smirk that both charmed and infuriated you. “Because you do it better.” You let out a groan and wrapped the bandage a little tighter than necessary, making him wince. "Sadist."

“Maybe,” he murmured, voice soft now, the teasing edge gone. His eyes were still locked on you, intense, unreadable. “Or maybe I just like when you fuss over me.”

Your fingers stilled for a second on the bandage. The air shifted. It wasn’t just warm anymore, it was thick. You looked up at him and found that his smile was gone, replaced with something quieter…

You hated how fast your heart was beating. "Shut up," You tried to ignore it and busied yourself with the bandages. "Why?" He mused. “Saying things like that is distracting. You know I’m trying to focus.” He hummed.

“Me too,” he said softly, “but it’s hard when you’re this close.”

Your breath caught. You could lie. Brush it off. Laugh it away like you always did. But you didn’t. Not this time. “You’re not helping,” you murmured. Your throat now felt like a desert. The room went from warm to boiling.

You looked at him again, really looked. The bruise, the tousled silver hair, the way his blue eyes softened every time he looked at you. This man who drove you absolutely insane. This man who made watching stupid movies feel like the most intimate thing in the world. You swallowed hard and looked away, pretending to be entirely focused on the final tuck of the bandage. “There. All done.” You stepped away and began tidying up. "Just keep the ice pack on it for a little longer."

He didn't respond. Just stayed perched on the counter, gaze heavy on you. “You know,” he started, voice low. “I just… I think I’m starting to notice something about you. How you've been acting recently.” Oh. Your pulse skipped. "Like what?"

“I've noticed how you always look away when I get too close,” he spoke, tilting his head, a small pout on his lips. “Like you’re scared of something.” You vigorously shook your head. “I’m not scared,” you lied, "I don't know what you're talking about." Xavier stood up, towering over you. "Really?" He took a step towards you. "The you wouldn't mind if I got closer, right?"

You stepped back. "Xav..." He stepped forward. The two of you continued this until you were back in your living room, with you backed up against your couch. Xavier only drew closer. Stupidly, you tried to step back again but only ended up falling back on your couch. "You should see your face," Xavier chuckled as he climbed and hovered over you. "You definitely look scared." His voice was hushed, and his breath was hot against your skin.

"I'm not... I'm not scared. Xavier, now get up."

“Oh?” he said, still smiling, but softer now. His arms were on either side of you, caging you in, not threatening, not forceful, just present. Grounding. “Then why’s your heart beating so fast?”

“I don’t—” Your voice caught, breath hitching when his face dipped closer, nose nearly brushing yours. His scent— laundry detergent and hints of lavender— hit you like a wave. You cursed every nerve in your body for lighting up like a circuit board. “I can hear it,” he whispered, one of his hands brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered. “Racing.”

You stared up at him, eyes wide. The room around you faded into nothing—just you, and him, and the impossible space between your lips that was quickly shrinking. You struggled to form a single coherent thought. He was just joking, right? Xavier does have questionable humour.

“This is a joke,” you said, trying to sound firm, but your voice wavered. “You’re messing with me. Haha, very funny.” His expression shifted—no more teasing, no smug smirk. Just honesty. “I’m not.” Maybe even vulnerability. “I wouldn’t do that to you. Not with this.” Holy shit.

“I wouldn't joke about this… whatever this is. Whatever we are.” His eyes searched yours, quiet but intense. “And you feel it too. I think you’ve been feeling it for a while now.”

You wanted to deny it. Wanted to push him off and throw a pillow in his stupidly gorgeous face and make him laugh again, so you didn’t have to deal with the truth in what he was saying. But you didn’t. Because it was true. You were tired of pretending it wasn’t. So instead of answering with words, you lifted your hand to his chest, felt the steady thump of his heart, fast, like yours. Like he wasn’t as calm as he pretended to be.

Your hand moved on its own. It slid up, curling around the back of his neck, fingers slipping into his hair. You tugged and gently pulled him down. That was all he needed.

He kissed you like he’d been waiting a lifetime. Slow at first, almost cautious, like he couldn’t believe this was real. You couldn't believe it was real. Months of telling yourself it was wrong, stupid, and just a phase melted away. When you didn’t pull away, when you kissed him back with just as much urgency and longing, he deepened it. His lips moved with yours like they were meant to, like they knew the shape of your mouth. One of his hands slid down your side to your waist, grounding you, while the other cradled your cheek like you were something fragile and precious.

When you finally broke apart, both of you breathless, he rested his forehead against yours again and laughed, soft, dazed, full of wonder. “So…” he murmured, still catching his breath. “Still think I’m joking?” You shook your head, smiling. “No. I think I’ve been an idiot.” Xavier chuckled, “Same,” he grinned, “but at least we’re idiots together now.”

You let out a quiet laugh, curling closer into him as he settled beside you on the couch, arms wrapping around you like they belonged there. Outside, the world kept turning. But inside, in that small pocket of warmth and truth, something had shifted. Something had finally fallen into place.

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[drysdalesworld]

I’d love to hear about the day Oskar was born! Bullet points or a full length story I’m fine either way

the birth of oskar

it’ll be headcanons & a mix of story bits :) (sort of turned more into william’s reaction, so apologies for that)

series masterlist

— was born a little early. his original due date was the beginning of july but came on june 20, 2021

— the day was quiet to start with

— reader was with victor most of the day since william & his father were out doing some hockey business

— ^ they were on a walk outside (practicing safe distance with strangers due to being year since covid) when reader started feel contractions

— ^^ her water hadn’t broke yet, but she could tell that this was probably the beginning of her labors

— reader did call her midwife first before telling victor or william about what she was feeling. her midwife confirmed that she was most likely at the beginning stages, but should wait until her water breaks

— she eventually informed victor when they arrived back home & boy FREAKED out

— ^ he’s like 14-16 during this or boy does not know what tf to do

— william is informed about it by victor & literally BOOKS it back (also freaked out)

— ^ literally keeps an eye on reader like a hawk until her water breaks

— holding (y/n)’s hand with his dominant while the other is white knuckling the steering wheel as he floors it to the hospital

— ^ screaming at slow drivers in swedish, cursing them out as he’s going over the speed limit by an ungodly amount

— ^^ switches up so fast when reader lets out a wince, lowering his voice in a whisper as he tells her how much he loves her & how strong she is for doing this

— once they do reach the hospital, he does a fuckass job at parking & rushes out to help aid the reader into the lobby

— ^ trying his best to not yell at every nurse or doctor that walks by already preoccupied. but once they are able to get a room, william follows the nurses to wherever they’re taking you, informing them about how far the contractions are & when your water broke

— insists that your birth plan is listened to & advocates for reader

— REFUSES to leave readers side as the contractions get closer together, holding her hand & brushing away the hair that managed to stick to her forehead from sweat

— ^ literally whispers the sweetest things known to man to reader as she finally starts pushing

— ^^ reader definitely curses everyone out & william just takes it in stride as he continues to provide comfort

— sobs when oskar slips out & the doctor presents him to the room, exclaiming “it’s a boy! a healthy boy!”

— ^ william kisses readers hair with such emotion & gratefulness, resting his forehead on hers once she turns to him also crying

— insists that reader is the one to hold oskar first, the newborn baby no longer crying & instead just observing the environment around him, especially his mother

— ^ “we made that” he’d whisper as he gently laid his much bigger hand against the small back of his son, body practically laying on the hospital bed with the reader

— ^^ come up with oskar’s name when reader suggested naming him after william. but william didn’t like naming him will junior, so reader just said, “what about oskar? oskar eklund”. he readily agreed & couldn’t stop uttering his sons name

— let’s reader rest as much as she wants when she’s all cleaned up & has eaten, & has been checked over by her midwife, cradling his newborn son to his bare chest, pointer finger delicately tracing oskar’s features

— ^ “the best choice i’ve ever made,” he whispered into the dark, dim room. “right after your mamma of course. my numbers ones.”

— is literally BEAMING when reader is cleared to go home. is showing off oskar & praising reader for being so brave & strong

— definitely one of the best days of his & readers life

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Do you have any Delta and/or Beta headcanons?

I like to think their system operates somewhat similar to a fusion from Steven Universe. Most of the time they are Delta —and appear to be like a singlet.

The reason for this is because Sans is legitimately struggling to operate as only Sans, as separate from the Bravery soul. So for awhile, Sans and the Bravery soul were fused together as Delta, because it gave Sans the bravery to continue functioning.

Eventually, however, it fell apart. I’d like to think it started actually when the bravery soul started remembering more about his previous life—and he could no longer simply function as just Bravery.

Perhaps this was also around the time when either Color and Epic seemed to drift more away towards Killer and Cross, or even around the time they moved out.

With both Beta and Sans struggling so much separately and unable to maintain a fusion, they decided to seek out therapy for themselves and figure out how to work together.

Because now that Beta was gaining more..individuality and self awareness i suppose, developing more but also remembering more, their teamwork was also starting to fall apart.

With time and effort, the two manage to learn to find balance as separate individuals sharing a body, and a mind, and a life.

And they start using their fusion as Delta as a way to find comfort and stability, to try and be closer too, instead of just purely as a last restore lifeline because they couldn’t Sans was struggling with depression and PTSD and the Bravery soul was not just a fully separate, developed individual capable of functioning without Sans in the body fused or blended with it.

Everyone out in the external multiverse will refer to them as Delta, regardless of if they’re actually fused together or not. But as home, in private, with their friends and family—they alternate between their names as Beta and Sans, and Delta when they’re not just Beta or just Sans.

I like to think the animals in the Chromatic Crew household can definitely tell the difference, too.

I also like to think that Delta doesn’t often have amnesia barriers between their two halves, even when they’re not fused together.

There’s still definitely dissociation of course, particularly when encountering a trauma trigger for either Sans or Beta that either triggers one to the front immediately or destabilizes the fusion, but most of the time it’s mostly “emotional” amnesia.

I like to think that, unlike Color, Delta doesn’t have a headspace. Whenever the two aren’t fused and only one is fronting, the other usually is watching from the backseat or is “asleep,” as they describe it.

They have always had pretty good internal communication, but during episodes of intense dissociation, they will verbalize their back and forth conversations out loud to each other.

It helps them to stay focused and grounded, even if they have to block out and ignore the external world and its people for a brief moment—and even if that causes people to give them weird looks if it ever happens in public.

Color has never once found these moments strange, even back when he wasn’t aware of that they were two, not one. He would literally just sit and journal while the two just talked to themselves out loud. At the most he would find the sounds of their voices and breathing grating and annoying and would literally just get up and walk away mid conversation.

Delta enjoys sparring with Cross and Swap, I feel. Delta was also the one who encouraged Cross to join him in participating in the Omega Timeline’s Coliseum, and two of them have earned a reputation as a duo.

I like to think that although the Coliseum is Beta’s favorite location in the OT, Grillby’s is actually Sans’.

It was actually on Sans’ idea that Delta first told Color about the existence of that Grillby’s and was the one who suggested going together, hoping to both help his friend and maybe attempt to connect and bond with Color this way. Unfortunately for them both, it didn’t turn out as they were both hoping for.

The food was amazing. But nothing else was anything approaching familiar for Color. Delta had to tell him what his favorite food used to be, and Color thought the jukebox was on the left. He doesn’t remember if Grillby’s ever had a vending machine or not. Delta still goes to this restaurant occasionally, but it somehow felt lonelier than usual—even though he could feel that his two halves were still there with him.

Beta had a panic attack the first time he fronted alone in the body, and the sounds of bones clinking and rattling together still sends him into hyperventilating.

Delta likes retro-gaming, thanks to Beta’s half of the fusion. Inspired by Color’s tendency towards hoarding and collecting—specifically photos, journals/notebooks, and music records in Color’s case—Delta also started tentatively collecting older video games and consoles.

Unlike Color who enjoys being on the move after years of being forced and confined to one location, Delta is used to being on the move—both as Beta, but also as Delta traveling and hopping between AUs.

They’re trying to get used to being in one steady location in the Omega Timeline, and trying to allow themselves to trust the stability. Starting with trying to make their home seemed lived in, and allowing possessions that aren’t purely for survival’s sake.

Delta also got the actual delta and beta symbols tattooed somewhere on their body, perhaps around their collarbone or hands. It looks like this:

Not only is it just the symbols of their chosen names together on their shared body, not only are these symbols commonly used in math and science—and so those who love mathematics, science, engineering, etc. may choose to get these symbols as tat—but according to Google, the delta symbol spiritually means;

“In a spiritual context, the delta symbol (Δ) is often associated with change, transformation, and the Holy Trinity, particularly within Christian traditions, and can also represent the concept of a divine ternary or triad.”

And the beta symbol not only means this, but can also means something like;

“In a spiritual context, "beta" can refer to the second letter of the Greek alphabet, often used to denote something secondary or a stage of development, and can also be associated with brainwave activity during alert, focused states.

In Hinduism, "Beta" signifies a term of endearment used by Nimai to address the cowherd boys as his sons, highlighting a deep, affectionate bond and a sense of familial connection within their community

In neuroscience, "beta" brainwaves (12-30 Hz) are associated with alert, active, and focused states, such as when solving problems, making decisions, or engaging in critical thinking.

While not a universally accepted spiritual term, some interpretations link "beta" brainwaves to a more active, external focus, contrasting with the more relaxed, inward-focused states associated with alpha and theta brainwaves.”

I was also thinking that, maybe to remember and honor Frisk, they got the alpha and/or epsilon symbols tattooed on their body, too.

The Alpha not only goes with the Omega—Chara—but is said to represent a beginning, so together they represent “the beginning and the end.” The epsilon is even used to refer to children sometimes. You can find that here.

(Also side note, according to this, “In music, more accurately in jazz, delta represents a major seventh chord.” And I feel that’s something along the lines that Color said to Delta sometime after their first meeting. Because Integrity knew it.)

But I was also thinking maybe Ultratale/Vitaltale Frisk could potentially be nicknamed Theta, because it’s apparently a symbol of death and Thanatos in Ancient Greece, but that felt a little too on the nose. And I didn’t feel like doing extensive research into every Greek alphabet letter at the moment.

And of course, Frisk died in their AU and never went into the Multiverse like Beta and Sans did, so they of course don’t officially have a nickname. So perhaps Sans just gets whatever letter makes him think of them.

[yanderelovebites]

More isekai batsis because I love it so much.

So mine in particular doesn’t go by Y/n to the bat family since it is an isekai but when she’s by herself she will refer to herself as Y/n. Her Isekai name is Illia Birdges-Wayne.

I didn’t go too deep into the details of Damian’s obsession yet, just vague stuff so that’s what this post more or less is.

I’d like to say that Damian has a somewhat emotional-incest connection to her. He will not get physical as he’s been raised better, but there are signs-blatant signs I’ll add, that if they were not half-siblings he’d try. Once it’s obvious to Damian she understands he legitimately cares for her as I do feel Damian could tell her walls were still up, he’d be over the moon in his own lack of enthusiasm way.

When Damian and her start going to school together, it’s definitely more clear as well. Damian deals with her ‘friends’ at first to be close to her. He doesn’t like them and batsis isn’t truly friends with these ‘friends’ either. Their use is to keep her social standing up and Damian can see it.

While in a lot of fanfics Damian would egg the others on, as do they in turn, I don’t think Damian would exactly agree with any academic manipulation. If anything Damian thinks it’s the stupidest thing in the world because he doesn’t see it as just affecting her. As I’ve mentioned, he sees her friends as to keep a social standing. He sees them not as her friends, but pawns. As far as he’s concerned, her pawns are his too. So it legitimately upsets the little dude. I can just see the family trying to fuck with it and Tim back tracks because Damian put a venomous snake in his computer chair. They fuck off when it came to school after that because who wants to fuck with that.

Also this attempt would be without Bruce’s knowledge. He actually shuts Tim and Dick down on these attempts. Also scolds Damian in his perspective but it literally does nothing in regards of convincing him that his sister’s friends aren’t pawns.

He would tell his mom about her too. He won’t shut up, to the point she jokes about it sounding like he’s telling her his crush rather than a sister, but Damian disregards that statement.

If they were older, Damian is the brother who scared off any boyfriends since he’s always with her in public. If she somehow snuck it behind his back yes he’d be upset, but he would take it out on the partner. Now, Damian doesn’t worship her—even if he sometimes comes off like that.

These two would at some point using Arabic, Japanese, Korean, Irish and mandarin would make a code language that no one else in the house understands. At first Bruce thought it was just Arabic so he learns it and realizes it’s not just Arabic. So he figured out some of it is Japanese and mandarin, but can’t figure out what the other two are. It’s also the fact the two learned all of these, of course some they already knew, just so no one else could understand what the hell they were saying.

And just as he doesn’t want anyone dating her, he also gets offended when guys don’t won’t to. It’s even worse if they have an actual reason that doesn’t involve him. How dare they claim you’re too skinny? Too fat? The list could go on.

I can also imagine once Damian and her are comfortable enough, Damian would help “Illia” train in the martial arts she’s taking since Damian would have been trained in them from a far younger age. One day they come to dinner with bruises and gives everyone a panic attack and they’re like “What’s wrong? Damian was helping me train.” Followed by Damian complimenting an improvement but then going straight into what she needs to improve next.

He’s so damn attached. Sure he cares for the rest of the bat family but she has a different place in his life than them. They’re the people who mentor him, they’re the people he fights crime with—she is who he can go to and just be his age for damn once. They can only teach him how to be a Robin, her? She shows him what a Wayne is. There’s a difference whether they’d like to see it or not.

Next person I’ll get into (and how their obsession evolves) is Bruce. This is in order of who gets obsessive first to last btw.

[marigold-field]

i lost the submission from the person who requested this :( so sorry! but a wonderful idea <3 not proofread b/c i wrote this quickly between classes

CW: uncomfortable interaction with a stranger, insecurity

John Marston x Shy!Reader

- John Marston likes to consider himself a man of many words. Considering his never-lacking ability to relentlessly conjure up snarky remarks, sarcastic observations, and his fearlessness in expressing unpopular opinion; many would agree that he is, indeed.

- So it was not only to the others shock, but also to his, that he found himself so devastatingly enamored by you

- Make no mistake, you were absolutely gorgeous in every way. Tastefully styled hair that perfectly framed your face, enhancing your seemingly perfect features, and a wardrobe that perfectly accentuated your figure; you looked fresh out of a beauty catalogue

- So, it was a no brainer that John would fall for a pretty girl like you. No, absolutely not. It was something else…you were so quiet and shy

- Always keeping to yourself, avoiding eye contact, responding in head nods more often than words, and heat instantly rising to your face anytime someone paid extra attention to you

- You weren’t exactly John’s usual type, per say

- But that’s what made him like you

- And he wasn’t the only one guilty of having confusing feelings

- Though you were more certain he’d rather spend his life entertaining working girls rather than give you the time of day. Especially when you considered your shy nature in comparison to his blatantly bold one

- However, you couldn’t have been more wrong

- He loved keeping his eyes trained on you from across the camp and seeing the way you’d get flustered, picking at your sleeves while looking away anytime you realized he was looking at you

- Compliments often rolled off the tongue awkwardly as he tried his best to determine what you would or wouldn’t be comfortable with

- Either way, you’d blush fiercely and stroke John’s ego by doing so

- He was definitely a fool in love

- You were everything he’d ever wanted and he was dead set on making you his and him being yours

- To say the least, he felt protective over you. Though unclear and unaddressed, you were his girl and may God bless anyone trying to get between that

- Due to your timidness, you were an unexpected threat and a perfect fit for picking up leads and, on occasion, pickpocketing

- You and John got sent out to town to poke around the locals and find out anything thst would be possibly helpful

- Sitting in a bar stool with John monitoring you from a booth behind you, you quietly nursed your drink while listening to the conversation two men were having next to you.

- However, things quickly escalated when you caught the attention of one of them

- With a cocky smirk and bushy, wiggling eyebrows, he leaned close to your ear

- Your breath hitched as he drunkenly slurred something about how “a dame like you shouldn’t drink alone”

- Before you could even think about what to do, John inserted himself between you two and pushed the man back

- “Get the hell away, fool. I suggest you go on ‘bout your business ‘fore things real ugly in here.” he warned, his tone intimidating.

- The man waved his hand in defeat and hobbled away with his friend without another thought.

With his back still facing you, you rested a soft hand on his bicep to get his attention. He spun around instantly, nearly falling on you with his speed. “Sorry you had to deal with that. I shoulda’ told Dutch I’d take this one solo,” he stopped to hesitantly rest his calloused hand against the soft of your cheek, “you okay?”

You were sure that your face was a deep crimson color as you processed the sudden contact in your head. John’s gaze softened as he took the moment to fully ingest the sight before him.

Staring into his deep eyes as you felt your body get warmer at the sight of who was supposed to be one of the strongest men you know, look at down at you with such worry and softness. “Yeah. I’m okay. Thank you so much, John.” you whispered. With your glossy eyes staring up at him, plush lips partly agape, and no intention of moving away from his touch, He was awestruck. John was sure that he’d tell off a million more men if it meant he got to spend the rest of his life seeing you stare at him like this.

[monotonesmile]

Hi I wanted to make another request and I was thinking of asking maybe part two of Rise Leo x fem turtle reader like them starting to date and for a bit drama some point maybe Leo gets jealous when one his brothers maybe Donnie? gets her attention and reader has tell him no need for him to get jealous?

Also I started thinking of another request Future Rise Leo x fem turtle reader where he saved her from the kraang if he goes back in the past with Casey jr and some time after they have feelings for each other? and Casey he can maybe tease his Sensei and try encourage him to say how he feels to the reader? I thought this up after seeing a movie where girls back in time accidentally and try stop things from happening and wasn't sure if to request this one because I don't know if you do Future Leo x reader.

Oh to not be a jealous turtle

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[Leo x Fem!Turtle!Reader] [Part One]

[Word Count: 1477]

[Warnings: None]

[Fic Genre: Hurt/Comfort(?), Fluff]

[Notes: I’m sorry that this took so long, my motivation has just decided to bounce around like a ping pong ball. -w-]

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Leo was overjoyed, a month into his first ever relationship, and his girlfriend is getting along with his family, easily matching their energy and keeping up with all of them, any time he sees them all hanging out, it was like she had always been apart of their family, not at all out of place, she had accepted him and his family accepted her, and Leo couldn’t be more happier.

As the two lay in his room together, watching something on his tablet, his tail was thumping against his bed, it seemed like whenever they were together, he couldn’t help but wag his tail or smile, he was just so happy to have someone who loves him, outside of his family of course.

“I’m so happy you’re getting along with my family…” Leo mutters as his head rested against her shoulder, he saw her smile out of the corner of his eye, feeling her lean against him in return, his heart warming at the sight, smiling against her shoulder.

“I’m glad they like me too! It’s nice to have that confirmation…I’d be worried if they didn’t like me…” She chuckles, tail of her own wagging in a slower manner but still happy, a low churr comes from Leo when he hears her response, as they lay in bed together, watching a show, they sat in comfortable silence, the only sound filling the room was the show playing on his tablet.

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Leo was so very happy that she got along with his family, but he can’t help but notice that the longer they’re around his family, the more she hangs out with his twin brother, Donnie. He trusts her and he definitely trusts that Donnie would never break his trust like that, but at the same time…he can’t help but feel jealous, he knows he shouldn’t, he has no reason too, he just has to be overreacting, this is his first ever proper relationship, this is a normal experience and feeling. Right?

As the weeks go by, Leo’s unwanted jealousy grows, and he grows pouty and starts to cling onto her whenever they have time alone. In a way, he’s marking his territory, he knows he’s probably overreacting, but he can’t help his instincts either. As for her, she finds his huffy cuddles and clinginess adorable, seeing the usual overconfident and loud turtle cuddle up with her while a pout is plastered on his face, it’s cute! Although she does have to wonder why he’s acting in such a way, though anytime she asked before, Leo would stutter and not give a proper response, so she stopped asking at a point, thinking it may be a hormonal thing, turtles have those, right?

Even after trying to reassure himself and enjoy the time with her, his jealousy continues to beat at his chest when he watches his girlfriend interact with Donnie, he can’t help but feel like he’s inefficient in their relationship, his insecurities eating away at the back of his mind.

So, Leo goes to his older brother, Raph, wanting to talk with someone about these feelings, and he definitely isn’t going to Mikey, not with Doctor Delicate Touch, nope, he’s not doing that.

“I don’t know…it’s a weird feeling in my chest, like burning but also…sadness? It’s hard to describe, but I feel it every single time Donnie and Y/N hang out!” Leo groans, running a hand down his face as he’s sitting next to Raph in his bedroom, just venting about how he’s feeling, albeit, he still finds it embarrassing to do so, he is so used to handling things on his own.

“Sounds like you’re jealous, Leo.” Raph chuckles, calling out Leo’s emotions, the larger turtle watching his younger brother with a little smirk on his face. “It’s a normal emotion, trust me, but I doubt that Y/N would leave you, it’s so obvious that you two are in love!” He shook his head, crossing his arms as he watched Leo gasp at the accusation that he’s jealous.

“I am not going to be the jealous boyfriend type!” Leo huffs, frowning as he turns his head indignantly, offended at the idea of becoming a jealous boyfriend. “But…what should I do? I don’t like this feeling, so how do I deal with this?” Leo sighs, looking back at Raph with an insecure frown, his shoulders drooping.

“Talk to ‘er, you should probably tell Y/N that you’re feeling this way or it’ll only get worse, ya can’t sugarcoat it either, just tell her, she’ll understand.” Raph pats Leo on the shoulder with a comforting smile on his face, supporting his younger brother through his emotions.

“Alright…I’ll talk to her.” Leo takes a deep breath before getting up, looking back at Raph for confirmation, still feeling unsure, but as Raph gives him a small nod, Leo heads out, trying to look for her, and he has an idea of where she’ll be, turning to the direction of Donnie’s lab.

And of course, in true Leo fashion, he barged straight into the lab without knocking, making both Donnie and Y/N jolt in surprise, both of them whipping around to look at the blue cladded turtle with utter confusion. Leo knows she was helping carry some of the heavy equipment around Donnie’s lab, which was obvious by the fact she’s holding some metal thing in her arms.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you.” Leo clears his throat before speaking in a fast manner, watching as the two in front of him slowly turn to look at each other in bafflement before looking back at Leo.

“Ok…?” She mutters, baffled and confused as she sets down what she was holding before following Leo out of the lab, leaving Donnie very confused before he slowly went back to what he was doing previously.

Leo leads her back to his bedroom, holding the door for her and shutting it once she entered, he grabbed her shoulders and had her sit down on the bed before he stepped back, his expression was certainly an odd mix of emotions, a pout on his face yet his eyes held a serious note to them as he stood in front of her with his hands on his hips.

“Ok…” Leo takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for this conversation. “I’m jealous, you and Donnie have been hanging out more often than we do, and I know I probably shouldn’t be feeling this way, but I do! And I want to know if I’m doing something to make you not want to hang out with me, but at the same time I don’t because then I’d feel even worse and guilty!” He had to air out his feelings, his hands fidgeting with each other, it feels nice to get it off his chest though, but that small amount of anxiety is still in his mind.

“Leo-“ She tried to cut in but he spoke over her, now starting to rant and ramble, it was obvious to her that he wasn’t going to stop talking, and he’d only overwhelm himself if he continued, so she stood up, grabbing the front of his plastron which caused him to stutter in surprise, before he was yanked forward into a kiss.

Leo hadn’t been expecting to be kissed, definitely not now at least, he felt like his brain short circuited the moment their lips met, so much so that he didn’t have time to respond to the kiss by the time she pulled away, leaving him a stuttering mess with a bright blush on his face as his body registers that she just kissed him!

“Leo, you should’ve said something sooner, I didn’t mean to make you worry, but you have nothing to worry about in the first place, I love you, and only you.” She cut him off, reassuring the stuttering mess in front of her, a soft smile on her face as she does, as well as a blush of her own. She probably could’ve done that in a better way but that was the only thing she could think of at the moment.

“Uh-Huh…can you kiss me again?” Leo barely processed her words, but he got the idea, his hand coming up to gently grab her face, his tail wagging behind him happily.

“Oh my gosh…” She chuckles at his priorities, before nodding, trying to hold down her snickers. “Yes, you can have more kisses…”

Leo smiles before leaning in and connecting their lips again, smiling softly as he heard a few giggles escaping her as they kiss, his worries and jealousy had all but evaporated when she reassured him with her kind words and kiss, he was happy to know he had nothing to worry about, happy that she still loves him this much. He truly had nothing to worry about.

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[furiousgoldfish]

(Feel free to just post this on ur blog with or without a response. I just thought I’d leave this here in ur ask box. But if you have advice I’ll definitely take it)

My mom is… something, that’s for sure.

To preface, I’m 20, her one and only child (daughter) and I feel like I’ve had to parent her more than she ever parented me. Your blog (and my friends) have helped me to realise that.

Sometimes she’ll start talking in a younger voice if it’s just me and her at home and she’ll call me “Mommy.” And it’s weird and idk. Just 10 minutes ago she told me “You’re going to come and sit outside with me, right mommy?” And she’s always been like this, even as far back as I can remember as a child. And we weren’t playing a game or anything. She was just Like That sometimes.

And it’s not some sort of inside joke or anything. Sometimes she’ll do the same thing to my dad and call him daddy, but it’s definitely not a sex thing.

My mom also likes to make me promise her that I’m living with her forever, as well as giving her grandkids (I don’t want ANY KIDS), and she gets mad at me when I dispute either of those things with her. And then I have to comfort her because”I made her cry and it’s all my fault.”

She is also able bodied 100% and yet makes me get her everything. It feels like I can’t leave, and that I’m always waiting on her hand and foot. I do have a car, and I do have money (that she has some control over, but I’m gonna make another bank account and move it over bit by bit so she’s not suspicious). She wants me to just live at home and take care of her because she’s always nauseous and the hospital isn’t able to fix it. Doctor told her it’s probably something mental.

And she’s such a different person in front of people vs at home.

She also tells people that my graduation day (I just finished a degree) is HER graduation day because “She worked hard for it.” And then she laughs about it! She said the same thing with my high school graduation. Nvm living vicariously thru me, I’m doing all the work and she’s trying to take credit!

Idk man just a little something I needed to get off my chest. I’m tired, boss

🍓Strawberry Anon

I got cold chills when you said she called YOU Mommy. That is... next level of parentification, I'm stunned. That is one of the creepiest thing I've read, I'm still chilled from reading that. That is nightmarish. There is something deeply wrong with this behaviour. That is not a harmless role reversal, you are a child, you need a parent, she doesn't, she's responsible for providing you a parent. And she just launches into this play with no explanation like it's normal? Horrifying.

Abusers forcing you to comfort them after forcing their own projections and desires onto you is also disturbing, she shouldn't have expected any of that of you in the first place, and you having to comfort her makes it seem like you're responsible not just for her expectations, but for all of her emotions. In general, children shouldn't be forced to comfort their parents, parents need to to turn to other adults, someone with the same emotional development to get comfort, or go to therapy.

I think it's possible she's sabotaging your social life or opportunities in life by forcing you to be her constant servant, it's true you'd be tied to her and unable to do your own activities, be out with friends, be out dating or having fun, you have all of that taken away from you. This is also not fair, you should not be responsible for her in this way, in this situation people can hire in-house help or turn to their adult family members, not a daughter! This should not be on your shoulders, and sabotaging your own life.

Her being a different person at home vs in front of people just confirms she knows she's abusive and that people would not take that well, so she acts a different persona that will make her social image better. It lets abusers get away with a lot if they can play nice in public and make people disbelieve that this person could be abusive in private.

The graduation thing, one of my parents tried to do that too! Really everything needs to be about them, they can't handle not taking credit for everything good, while pretending all the bad stuff is not their fault. I think your mother is a narcissist.

You deserve credit for everything you did. You also deserve your life to be about you, your desires, your dreams, your decisions. You should get to have a fair chance, to do anything you want to do, for yourself. If she was a normal person, she'd be unable to stand the guilt of taking your life away from you. This isn't normal.

Thank you for sending me a message, and I'm sorry you have to deal with all this, I hope you get away from it! I don't exactly have an advice, but I want you to know that they took all of your decisions from you, and I want you to consider what would you want to do with your life if you were free, and didn't have all of this weighing you down. You deserve that kind of life, where you are supported in chasing your own wants and desires, without having to consider what your mother would think of it, and whether she'd just try to take the credit of everything you did your entire life.

[covid-safer-hotties]

Also preserved in our archive

As we’re facing the next COVID surge (brought on by holiday travel), I thought I might try a different kind of COVID post. You can skip to here for some easy to do tips and tricks you might have missed, or you can read down for my discussion of why this is important.

I have recently been writing and thinking a lot about why so many of my friends and family’s actions on COVID are so different from mine. Namely why so many people I know no longer seem very interested in either preventing themselves from being sick or, importantly, not spreading sickness to anyone else.

In my own case, the experience of staying home to stop the spread in 2020 forced me to strongly reconsider my behavior up to that point. Why had I ever thought it was OK to go to work or ride the subway with the flu, unmasked and taking no precautions, knowing that the flu certainly hospitalizes and kills people each year? Even if the flu was no big deal for my body, my behavior had limited other people—particularly disabled people—from comfortably being in public during flu season. I had knowingly spread around an illness. I radically reconsidered a lot of my behavior, and in particular, 2020 pushed me to focus more specifically on disability justice in my activism. A disability justice framework pushes us beyond thinking about individual access to consider how ableism limits us all from liberation.

Getting back to why this reconsideration didn’t happen on a mass level, understanding disability justice also means understanding that ableism is the current social order. And if it’s the order of the day, like other oppressive ideologies, that means we are all drenched in it and it is impossible to avoid ever doing something ableist. Furthermore, most people are going to act in ableist ways, most of the time. None of this are exempt from this, but not even trying is definitely worse!

I am also well aware that good COVID information is hard to come by, especially if you are not on the regular lookout for it. And if you do go looking for it, it can quickly get overwhelming. So I’d like to offer here a very short, distilled list of things people might have missed since 2020. (I’ve not taken the time to track down citations for all of these things; you’ll have to trust me that I got them from trustworthy sources or you can verify on your own. I’m happy to give more info on any of these too.)

Some of these things are easy enough to do. I’m offering this list because from a “stop the spread” mindset, each specific thing you do is helpful. This list is not meant to be comprehensive, and it’s hopefully not overwhelming. You don’t have to be perfect or avoid COVID 100% of the time or make this part of your identity, but I’d like to ask everyone reading this to take one step up in your mitigations for the holiday season, since this is reliably a time with huge increases in virus transmission. With around a thousand people still dying every week from COVID in the US, you don’t know whose life you may save by being a little more careful.

Masking This is the biggest bang for your buck, precaution-wise. If it’s hard for you to mask all the time in public, consider masking in places that disabled people really can’t avoid, like the pharmacy, the grocery store, and on public transportation.

I’d also suggest that if masks are uncomfortable, try different kinds of masks! The Aura is my favorite mask – it’s tight to my face so my glasses don’t fog and head straps don’t hurt my ears like ear straps do. Wellbefore sells masks in different sizes and colors, and Armbrust has sampler packs. Just try a bunch and see what works for you!

Finally, know that if at all possible, you should wear an N95 or KN95 mask. This is a change since spring 2020 because the current variants of COVID are more contagious.

Mouthwash Washing your mouth out with a mouthwash containing CPC (cetylpyridinium chloride) before or after seeing people, or just regularly, will kill some of the virus in your mouth and keep you below the threshold to get sick and/or shed the virus to others. This is a really easy one; CVS brand mouthwash has CPC.

Sip mask These valves will allow you to drink without breaking the seal of your mask. This is great for airplane travel, crowded conferences, or other risky spaces that you need to be in for an extended amount of time.

Airplane The most dangerous time on an airplane from a virus transmission standpoint is the time sitting on the runway (because of the way they circulate and filter the air onboard). Even if you don’t mask up during the flight, this is the best time to mask. (And if you do mask, this is the worst time to have a snack or drink – try to keep your mask on for all of this period.)

Space out risky or crowded events Don’t go to a wedding and a concert in the same weekend! Illness takes 3-5 days to develop after exposure, so give yourself time to know if you got sick from the last thing before potentially spreading that to the next thing.

Air purifiers work! This is a great one for places that you can’t avoid, like school, work, or daycare. You can make your own Corsi-Rosenthal box, but there’s also a variety of high quality air purifiers you can get for $70-100. You want to make sure it has a HEPA or Merv13+ filter on it, and check how quickly it changes out the air in a room. Since COVID is airborne, there can be COVID in a space even after the person has left it. Setting up air purifiers and/or opening windows until enough air has circulated before you remove your mask is a great way to make a space COVID safer

Test before going to events, even if you don’t feel sick Rapid tests (the kind you’re used to getting from the government and at the drug store) False negatives from these are rampant but a positive test reliably means you have COVID. The accuracy of these tests also increases a LOT if you take two of them 48 hours apart.

Better home tests are now available Metrix and Pluslife are both testers you can buy that offer a similar level of accuracy to a PCR test (that is, very accurate!). These devices are expensive, but so is another COVID infection: think of the missed work, cost of Paxlovid, and potential for Long COVID to keep you down even longer.

It’s a good idea to get an updated vaccine 2x a year too; like the flu shot, these vaccines are updated to try to fend off the particular variants that are circling. Be mindful though that vaccination will not necessarily stop transmission, especially of asymptomatic cases. Handwashing is also good for general prevention, but it doesn’t really stop COVID transmission. In the early days of COVID, researchers guessed that it was spread by physical droplets. That’s why we were instructed to wash our hands and groceries. But now we know that COVID is airborne; it spreads more like cigarette smoke than spit!

Of course, no single thing works perfectly. The best model is still the Swiss cheese model, but that also means each thing you do helps. If you’re reading this, please consider doing *one more thing* to take care of yourselves and others. I love you

[nickeverdeen]

George Weasley and owl animagus!boyfriend!reader? Headcanons heavily preferred, but I definitely won't be upset if you choose another (or choose to not do this req at all lol. i don't care all that much about this one, it was just a thought i thought would be interesting.)

Summary/shortened version in case you aren’t interested in listening to (reading) me yap: Reader’s cuddly, sleepy, quiet, cuddly, affectionate, cuddly, asocial, and potentially/probably aloof.

He could be a night owl (ha), an early bird (ha), or he could have a perfectly normal sleep schedule, where he’s active all throughout the day, as not all (most, but not all) owls are nocturnal (and he also could very well not share the same sleeping habits as his animagus, but I like to think he does as having your character show similar traits as their animagus is an easy way to think of odd quirks). Personally, I like nocturnal the best, as I think a sleepy, cuddly partner would suit George quite well. 

Speaking of cuddly, did you know most owls cuddle? (Each other, not us, obviously.) So he’s very physically affectionate, and I’m starting to think he might just be falling asleep right on George’s shoulder, lap, chest, back, or really anywhere he can reach regularly! I also read somewhere while further researching for this request that napping is a sign of contentment for an owl, per say (THIS ONE IS VERY MUCH A ‘KIND OF, DON’T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT’), so maybe one of the reasons reader’s so eager to nap on his boyfriend is because he’s very content around him all the time.

Also, owls are known for being solitary creatures until they find a partner, to which most (particularly barred owls) are strictly monogamous. So MAYBE aloof guy that slowly but surely warmed up to George, and before they both knew it, George was his comfort person and then inevitably partner. (Idk, man, the writing juices were running out when I did this paragraph.) But he’s sure to be generally quiet and solitary.

Imagine he’s all but delighted to help people deliver objects and messages to one another.

And although owls are in reality not as intelligent as your average parrot, they are symbols of wisdom and wit, so I’d like to think he more so represents the latter.

I UNDERSTAND THE BEGINNING SOUNDED LIKE PASSIV AGGRESSION OR SARCAM BUT I SWEAR IT WASN'TT!! I GENUINELY DON'T GIVE A FRICKKKK!!!! DO WHAT MAKES U HAPPY, BOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DRINKKK WATERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

George Weasley x owl animagus boyfriend!reader hcs

You’re naturally quiet, a little detached from most people, and enjoy your solitude

But when it comes to George? You’re practically glued to him

You nap constantly, and your favorite place to do so is on George—his shoulder, lap, chest, back—wherever you can drape yourself over him

Your sleep schedule is a mess

You’re most active at night, which means George often wakes up to find you staring at him in the dark, completely awake and unbothered

You’re quiet, but when you do speak, it’s either witty, sarcastic, or something strangely insightful that makes people pause

Much like your animagus counterpart, you don’t care much for others, but when you choose someone, you choose them for life—and George is your person

At first, you were distant—observing from the shadows, only speaking when necessary

But slowly, George became the exception to your solitude

George thought you were interesting and took it as a challenge to befriend you

He’d crack jokes, try to get you involved in pranks, and eventually, you just… tolerated him

And then you liked him

And then you loved him

One day, George realized you went from barely acknowledging his presence to napping on him regularly

It was his first hint that you liked him

You didn’t outright say you liked him—you just started following him around more, delivering things to him like a trained post owl, and preening his hair with your fingers absentmindedly

Fred had to be the one to point it out

“So… are we dating?” George eventually asked, half-joking, and your sleepy response was “Mhm.”

You were already lying on his lap, so you figured it was obvious

You’re not big on talking, but you love pressing up against George—leaning against him, laying your head on his shoulder, or tangling your legs with his when sitting together

Owls nap when they feel safe, and since you nap on George all the time, he sees it as the ultimate compliment

You fall asleep mid-conversations, in the common room, even during meals

Need something transported across the castle?

You got it

You might not talk much, but you will show up at someone’s dorm with an item and then leave wordlessly

You have a habit of running your fingers through George’s hair, fixing it, or just absentmindedly playing with it like an owl grooming its mate

If he leaves his sweater out, it’s yours now

You like burrowing into his oversized jumpers, practically cocooning yourself in them like a nesting bird

“He’s Like a Cat, But an Owl” Fred jokes that you act more like a pet than a boyfriend at times, with how you sit silently in odd places and always return to George like an owl to its nest

George loves how much you lean into him for comfort

He pretends to be casual about it, but he secretly melts every time you drop onto him like a sleepy weight

George never pushes you to be more social

He just gets you

He knows you love him through your actions, and that’s more than enough

Sometimes, you just stare at things—at the fireplace, at people, at George himself

He finds it both hilarious and weirdly endearing

“If He Falls Asleep on Me One More Time—”

You constantly fall asleep on him mid-sentence

He’s started carrying you bridal style back to your dorm so many times it’s become routine

You have an odd tendency to sit in high places—bookshelves, window ledges, anywhere that gives you a good vantage point

You move so quietly that you accidentally startle people just by existing near them

George has gotten used to you appearing out of nowhere

You find comfort in dimly lit places, so George will sometimes cast a soft Lumos just so he can still see you properly at night

Since you don’t eat much during meals due to your tendency to doze off, George always sneaks food for you to eat later

Owls may be solitary, but they defend their mates with everything they have

If someone upsets George, you will stare them down silently until they walk away

You have zero interest in flirting or relationships outside of George

You’re a one-person kind of guy

No matter where you wander off to, you always find your way back to George

Even when you’re not actively cuddling him, you sit near him, lean against his chair, or just linger nearby

You and George don’t always need words—he can tell when you need comfort, and you can tell when he needs a nap buddy

At the end of the day, George knows that while you might be quiet, sleepy, and a bit odd, you love him in your own unique, deeply devoted way