#headcanon accepted without the slightest resistance

[jukednuked]

TOXIC THINGS ABOUT GENSHIN GUYS PT. 1

albedo

he may start the relationship because he loves you but that doesn't mean that he won't treat it like an experiment of some sort

it's hard to keep a conversation going if what you're talking about doesn't interest him in the slightest, he'll dismiss whatever you're saying without much thought

give him an inch and he'll take a mile - he'll pretty much take advantage of the fact that you're around for him, may it be fetching some resources for him or your voluntarism for his projects

but you understand that all of this is to help albedo save time right? the least you want to do is consume too much of his day

tighnari

my goodness, he gets so controlling of your decisions even though it has nothing to do with him just because he's so confident in his abilities to help you

fennec foxes only have one mate for their entire lifetime - there was no one before you and there will be no one after you so he will be very resistant if you want to break up

he may get bitter if you mistakingly do something wrong, sighing irritatingly and telling you he knew this would happen and feels like he's the one who should take responsibility from it

tighnari just cares about you a lot even if he has to be harsh from time to time - he wants the best for you really, and he is the best you'll have

wanderer

issue on top of issue - might it be his fear of abandonment or for betrayal, you just never seem to know how to deal with his mess

mind you, this is the remnant of what could be a god. he gets very greedy for you and doesn't feel bad about it, you offered yourself to him so you did this to yourself

he expects so much from you it's just unbearable. you'll stay for the night to console him right? even though your best friend needs you right now, won't you keep him company while he tells you about his past?

to be loved by wanderer is an amazing thing, he has so much to give and its all for you - you'll accept everything, even the discomforts of it

xiao

human emotions are not something he's that familiar with, knowing how stubborn he can be, it will take a lot for him to hear you out

he doesn't like it when you get so happy while conversing with someone else, its hard to say if it's because of his possessive nature or insecurities he keeps hidden

he pushes you away when his karma takes a toll on him and if you persist to stay he'll do it harshly, no mercy given. him always coming back to you later might be what's hurting even more

xiao wants to protect you, be there for you - you'll never find someone so commited to you as he is, even if your feelings about it are very vague to him

A/N: just to be clear i dont condone any of these actions, i just wanted to burst the delulu bubble of some ppl hihihihi

if you feel like any of these headcanons might be close to what you're experiencing with your partner, i suggest you take a second opinion from someone knowledgeable about relationships like a dating coach or a counselor (even tho the fact you see a resemblance might be reason enough to cut them off)

[lvndrdaaze]

Hi hi! I saw that you're accepting req & i want to send a req if you don't mind (you can decline it, up to you)! Sfw headcanons/thoughts/one-shot (it could be anything) for wriothesley with gn reader who secretly writing a fanfic about him with the reader, wrio finds out about it 'cause he finds the paper with their handwriting (oof). Thanks in advance!

hiii! so I'm not usually accepting specific story reqs, but this tickled my fancy for some reason so I wrote a short-ish one shot, I hope you like it!! <3

(gn!reader, reader is an adventurer, one light swear ('asshole'))

Wc: 860-ish

Life Imitates Art

Tea with Wriothesley in his office was normally an innocuous affair. You'd come down to visit between your quests across Fontaine, and share a pot of whichever blend had taken his fancy recently while discussing work or literature or the latest performance you had seen at the Opera Epiclese. All of this while desperately trying to hide your attraction to the surely unattainable Duke.

So, when Wriothesley brought up something he had read recently, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. That is, until you had asked that fatal question.

"What was it about?"

Wriothesley's face lit up; he couldn't wait to tell you what the story had been about.

"Well, it was a romance story, about an adventurer and a Duke." His answer came in a light, conversational tone.

The whole world seemed to stop for a brief moment. The steady chug of machinery outside of his office went quiet. Even your heart had stopped pounding in your chest. Those papers you had lost...Archons, you prayed you had not left them in his office.

Meanwhile, he sipped his tea casually, hardly even looking at you as he continued to speak.

"The story was written from the adventurer's point of view, so you get to hear all of their deepest thoughts and secrets." Wriothesley said, glancing up at you with the slightest glimmer in his eye.

"I see..." was all you could manage to say, a hot flush growing in your cheeks as you dropped your gaze to stare into your teacup. He was toying with you, and you knew it.

"The adventurer had invited the Duke on a quest with them to Liyue, and they were staying the night in a hotel by the harbour. But, when they got there to check in, disaster struck- there was only one bed." He went on, an unmistakeable smirk in his voice now. "You see, it seemed the adventurer had some hidden feelings for the Duke. So, as you can imagine, sharing a bed with him would be quite the embarrassing situation for them."

"Yes, I can imagine." Your voice came out quietly.

"But, lucky for the adventurer, it turned out that the Duke had also been harbouring some...intense feelings for them. They barely lasted an hour in that bed together before the plot turned rather obscene."

You sighed, barely resisting the urge to facepalm.

"It was well written, all things considered." Wriothesley went on further, leaning back in his chair. Even without looking, you could feel the grin he wore in his words, the predatory gaze burning into your red cheeks as he knew full well he had you cornered.

"And I thought the plot was quite realistic, too."

That brought your attention back to him properly. Your head snapped up to stare at him, confusion written into your expression.

"What do you mean?" You asked in a low voice, a frown tugging on your brow. You didn't love the way he was toying with you in this moment, but his vague statement was enough to give you pause.

"I mean that I think a Duke like that really would reciprocate the adventurer's feelings." Wriothesley stated as though it were a simple fact. "After all, 'the warmth of their smile was enough to melt the ice that had shrouded the Duke's heart in coldness for so long'."

As he grinned wickedly at your gaping expression, you weren't sure whether to laugh or cry. This had been so humiliating for you, and this was the reason for his teasing?

"You're an asshole." You murmured, still burning bright red in a haze of embarrassment. Wriothesley chuckled softly, and pulled a couple of sheets of paper from his desk drawer.

"You left these last time you visited." He informed you with a wide smirk.

"Yes, I worked that part out." You huffed, snatching them from his hand. "And this is how you decided to tell me?"

He laughed again, a lopsided yet handsome grin on his lips.

"Can you blame me for having a little fun with it?" He asked, leaning forward in his seat to rest his elbows on the desk, mirthful eyes surveying you closer from this angle.

"I can, and I will."

But your voice didn't hold the bite that it should, and he recognised that.

"I thought the adventurer liked the Duke's 'dry wit and caustic sense of humour'?" Wriothesley teased.

"They changed their mind. The adventurer thinks the Duke is a cruel, cruel man."

Wriothesley laughed again, an expression of such smugness on his face, you couldn't help but stare. He was so handsome like this, so relaxed and gleeful.

"Well, if you ever change it back, I'd love to take you out sometime." The Duke said simply, dropping all pretence and glancing down to run his thumb over the rim of his teacup. Was that...a hint of pink in his cheeks?

Floundering. That was the word for what you felt. Like a cat tossed into a bathtub, you were in unfamiliar waters. Wriothesley was asking you out, but what could you do but accept?

"Alright, but you have to promise me you'll never bring this up ever again. Like, ever." You emphasised the words heavily, desperately, and Wriothesley flashed a mischievous grin.

"Sorry sweetheart, I'm not promising anything."

[daybreakrising]

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship (I couldn't resist, let's see if you have/had HCs you haven't told me about yet 🤭)

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship | not accepting pls i need to empty my inbox not fill it back up-

he is fully aware of her attempts to humanise him again. he knows what she's doing every time she calls him bladie, every time she forces (and is it really forcing, if he's aware of it?) him to socialise, to engage with others, to form connections. is he curious, in the beginning, why it seems so important to her? yes. yes, absolutely. does he question it? no. perhaps, initially, that was because he believed it was an effort in vain (he is a weapon, was a weapon-), but now... well, now maybe things are... different.

of the s.tellaron hunters, he is most attuned to her. a side-effect of working so closely together, perhaps, or because they are so intrinsically connected - regardless, he can sense the slightest change in her, often without even needing to be looking at her. he knows every move she's about to make (and, likewise, she knows his movements) in battle, can time his actions to perfection to match or follow hers. he notices when something is wrong - the subtlest shift in her mood is like a beacon to him. he knows her like he knows the blade in his hand.

when she is off following a script that doesn't include him, he still spends the nights in her room. he will sit himself on her bed (or, if not feeling in any particular need of rest, upon the windowsill where he once used to lurk) and surround himself with everything that is familiar - the scent that still clings to her pillow, the fragrance that follows after her wherever she goes, for example - and seek the peace she so naturally provides him. some nights, he is successful, and manages to find rest. others, it is simply comfort enough to be even this close to her.

when alone / in private spaces, he feels almost compelled to be touching her in some way. whether that's simply sitting close enough for their legs to touch, resting an arm across the back of her chair so that his fingers can brush her shoulder, or more direct contact such as a hand upon her back (usually lower back/base of the spine-), at her waist, on her arm. he will trace his fingertips so lightly over her skin as she sleeps beside him because he simply... has to. it's an impulse he doesn't want to fight - one that has nothing to do with possession or control, but everything to do with connection.

and you get a bonus:

he has many favoured spots upon her form, but high among them is her neck. whether it's the soft skim of fingertips at her nape (and often rising to thread into her hair-), the brush of lips against the steady beat of a pulse beneath the skin, a hand that closes (gently, always so gently, these hands that usually know only how to harm) upon her throat, or the press of his face against flushed skin at the height of their intimacy - he is drawn to it, tempted by it. if there was ever a place he would mark her (should she be willing), it would be there.

[alwaysthegeorges]

Wednesday's child is full of woe

Summary - I wanted to explore the poem Wednesday Addams was named after and made a little universe, assigning each line of the poem to a different Addams sister. Kind of similar to a headcanon but a little more depth and no bullet points. No real storyline, just a little fun, and I think it turned out cute!

Warnings - none

Word Count - 1.4k

a/n - original lines of poem in bold. just some cutesy fun i decided to try at 3 a.m.

!gif not mine!

Monday's child is fair of face

Monday Addams was always known as “the pretty one”. Taking after her mother, the young woman lit up every room she entered. Her soft jawline and faint natural blush- despite having more of a pale skin tone compared to other people- made heads turn at every angle. Her luscious black hair flowed to her lower back like Morticia’s did as well. The other sisters grew envious of the attention her beauty garnered, even though she wasn’t half as quick-witted or well-read as them. All except Wednesday, of course. She was not like her sisters in the slightest. Monday took on her role as “the pretty one” and took it very seriously, bringing home stories of a different boy attempting to woo her each week. She failed to accept their offers and they all moved on eventually, deciding that trying to go after her wasn’t as fun due to her walnut for a brain, and decided they wanted more of a challenge. It didn’t stop the boys from coming, though. They never failed to attempt to gain her approval or attention, no matter how many stories they had heard. What they didn’t know, however, is that like her mother and sisters, she contained a power. Her power wasn’t controllable by her, more of an air that carried around her at all times, but it lured boys in like a siren song. They couldn’t resist bringing her flowers and showering her with their family jewels after getting caught in her song. Turns out there’s more to “the pretty one” than meets the eye.

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Tuesday's child is full of grace

Tuesday Addams was the dancer of the family. The poem she and her sisters were named after rang true in her life as well, filling her with the grace and poise of the most pristine principle dancer in all of Jericho, and even the country. Tuesday showed such promise at a young age that teachers were begging to get her into their ballet classes, and by the age of 5, she had been admitted as a model student in 3 different studios. Luckily for Tuesday, she enjoyed the fine art, and continued it all throughout her life. Sometimes, she and Wednesday even bonded by the sisters performing their talents together in the backyard, Tuesday gliding and spinning to the smooth sounds of her sister’s cello. By the time she turned 16, she had been scouted for the most prestigious dance companies in all of the country, and the parents finally allowed her to graduate early (of course she also had to be gracefully smart, what were you expecting?) and move to perform with the New York City Ballet as their principal dancer. As far as the family knows, she is still dancing her heart out and living her best life in those rehearsal studios.

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Wednesday's child is full of woe

We’ve all heard of Wednesday Addams, so what more is there to say? She is equally as talented and smart as Tuesday, has the same boy-luring qualities (without the magic of course) as Monday, and has gotten visions just like her gorgeous mother. Wednesday of course is a bit of a troublemaker, causing her to end up living her own best life at Nevermore with boys chasing after her left and right, and she is painfully different personality-wise from her siblings, making her the most unique of the bunch. Her knack for mystery-solving and using creative energy to write and play music adds more layers to her than people would think if they didn’t bother to know her, which is most people. Wednesday’s aura is full of woe, like the poem states, and she can have a scary energy that comes off when you first meet her. Therefore, getting her to open up and be herself takes quite a bit. A lot of people don’t have the guts to try, but some people, like her best friend Enid and her sisters, aren’t phased by her woeful antics and go on to include her anyway. It just adds to the mystery and depth of her personality.

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Thursday's child has far to go

Thursday Addams has never been the most beautiful, most talented, or the most sought-after. What she is, however, is clever. She is skilled in psychology, despite being only the age of 14, and easily reads people. (Some may say she actually did inherit an ability, the ability to mind-read, even though their ghostly doctor declared she didn’t receive one.) She strings up mood boards and has made one-too-many “life plans” scribbled onto pieces of paper that adorn her beige walls (she says color makes it harder to think). The young lady journals often, claiming that it’s “good for the soul and mind” and “you all should try it sometime”. Thursday is adamant on becoming a psychiatrist one day and getting a Doctorate at Colombia University, therefore claiming she will make all her family members call her “Doctor Thursday”. Wednesday smacked her upside the head at dinner when she announced it to the family one evening. Thursday has far to go, but she will go so far with her ambition and spirit (not to mention smarts).

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Friday's child is loving and giving

Friday Addams is the most generous of the Addams family. Since learning of the more unfortunate in the third grade, she has devoted her life to helping and will do whatever she can so that they may feel a little less alone. Though she is only 13, she has volunteered at countless soup kitchens, and has even devoted every weekend to helping out at food banks. Her famous phrase, “they need all the help they can get”, has been said to the rest of the family so many times that they can tell when she is about to spew it to them again. It is a fact in her mind, and the fact that she believes in helping others so deeply inspires the rest of the family (minus the few oddballs) to help out when they can, too. Moriticia started picking up a few extra canned soups at the store each trip so that Friday can take them with her to the food bank, and even Wednesday’s friend Xavier has been roped in, selling paintings he wants to part with and donating the money to homeless shelters. Friday is a good fit, helping to inspire a family that isn’t the most happy-go-lucky to be a little more ethical.

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Saturday's child works hard for his living

Saturday Addams sadly didn’t get very far in life. The first boy born to the family after five girls wasn’t expected or destined to stick around for long, anyways. After only a few months of life, his birth-given power of teleportation swallowed him unintentionally into a black abyss, and he hasn’t been seen since. The boy worked hard to try to come home, showing up in family member’s dreams, trying to gain contact through seances, but nevertheless, he grew up in that abyss. Maybe one day he’ll harness his power enough to return, but until then he must keep working and fighting for his life back.

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And the child that is born on the Sabbath day

Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

Sunday Addams, the youngest of the sisters, was of course born on Sunday, the Sabbath day. She is the one that doesn’t resemble the others at all. With her natural, bright complexion and golden blonde hair, she sticks out like a sore thumb. Luckily, the family loves to embrace soreness and pain. It’s in their blood. Sunday is the most peculiar, constantly joyful, and very squeamish. She tries to participate in Wednesday’s activities, but has to leave very early on, due to the inability to stomach her sister’s squirrel autopsies. At least she tries. The poem rings true in her life, just as the others, and she is constantly the joy that fills a room full of death. During family dinners, they don’t even have to light candles, because her presence is enough to light the whole room up. She is a perfect mix of all her sisters, maybe excluding Wednesday, making her to be the most thoughtful, happy, adorable, joyful sister on the family tree. Though she is so different from them all, the family loves each sister for who they truly are, and no one seems out of place in this ancestry of oddballs.

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a/n - thanks for reading! much love to this fandom. glad i got to share this fun tidbit! <3 for more, here’s my links!

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[arrancxr]

Could I request some Pet au headcanons with a espadas and a master who's extremely loving to them. They're cared for with everything they could ever want, given affection 24/7, no punishments, and no manipulative bullshit, just someone who wants to give them the best. Thank you!!

Starrk

It has to be a dream. Every time Starrk falls asleep, he expects to wake up right back where he started, this happiness long gone. He doesn’t know whether to trust you or not— on one hand, wasting such kindness would be an idiot’s move, but on the other, can it truly be real? A Hollow living like this should be impossible, but for once, he isn’t lonely. You pet him and give him nice places to sleep, and he’s content in having someone to care for him, even though he’s always waiting for it to end. 

Halibel

Whether you’re being legitimate or not, it would be rude and disrespectful to reject your kindness and affection. Halibel, for the most part, takes your methods with dignity. She thanks you for treating her well and never tries to resist when you’re good to her, but also never opens her heart and believes that it’ll last. She’ll enjoy what happens day-by-day, even while fully expecting you to change your mind eventually. But even so... she’s grateful that you’ve been so gentle up until this point. 

Ulquiorra

He’s determined to take the supposed “kindness” without caving. You’re surely testing him. You’re pretending to be like this so you can see what it takes to break his training and react inappropriately. You’re learning how to punish him. So Ulquiorra resists it at every turn. He tries to remain impassive and uncaring of what you do, but the loving affection isn’t something he can hold out against forever. Much to his frustration and dismay, Ulquiorra soon catches himself trusting you more than he’d like. 

Nnoitra

It’s a trap and a fucking lie. Nnoitra doesn’t know why you’re bothering to pretend to be nice to him, but it’ll end sooner or later, and he’d look like a fool if he started to fall for it. By now, Nnoitra knows better than to believe humans who try to act kind. He takes your kindness silently, but clearly despises it. All of this would be easier if you’d just beat him. At least then, he’d know how he’s supposed to react. This make-believe playing nice is just torture. It makes him start to have hope. 

Grimmjow

He’s needy enough that he soaks your kindness up, despite knowing that he’s being stupid by doing it. Grimmjow knows that it’s not safe to trust humans like this, but you pet him and feed him and treat him like he’s yours, and the parts of him that have been frantic for this for years go crazy at finally having it. He’s still thoroughly expecting something to go wrong, though, and when you express even the slightest disappointment or frustration with him, panic mode strikes. 

Szayel

At the same time that he’s desperate to be wanted, Szayel has problems accepting your kindness. He rationally knows that humans don’t give things freely, so even if you’re serious about treating him well, there will eventually be a cost to it. He can’t bring himself to reject it when you’re gentle, but just the same, he’s always tense and waiting for what he owes you to come to the surface. It causes Szayel a lot of stress to worry about just what you’re going to want from him in exchange for your love. 

Aaroniero

It’s a long, slow road to get him to accept it. Aaroniero is absolutely terrified of you, and the bizarre, kind behavior doesn’t exactly help that. You don’t act like humans are supposed to, and that makes him wonder what you’re hiding— or worse, what you want from him. Maybe you’re just treating him like a toy to be kind to while you feel like it and throw away when you’re done. That seems to make sense. You’ll act like this for a little while, then dispose of him when you get bored or sick of it. 

[probably-haven]

Hello!! After seeing what you wrote about xiaoven fics I went to see what things you usually write and omg, your archon Venti headcanons????? I am absolutely in love. So if it isn't annoying, could you talk about xiaoven or Venti or Xiao or whatever ship or character you like? I don't care what you are going to say, I just want to know more about your thoughts ^^

I- is this... bestie, this is essentially a free ramble pass- kerujsgheskdfug. Trust me when I say that in no way is this, and in no way will it ever be annoying in the slightest- i literally- lets just say rambling off thoughts is kind of my specialty, especially when provided a topic to branch off of because otherwise I'm just- really indecisive about it so- iujskdh yeah- 100% definitely down to talk about Venti, Xiao, and/or Xiaoven XD. Also, yes- it may have been awhile since i last posted one(cuz again, indecisive about which direction to take part 5), but the Archon War Era Venti headcanons are still without a doubt my favorite posts I've made. It's just such an interesting topic with such endless potential that so few people actually think about or consider or even realize is there, so i always just get really psyched whenever i see someone interact with them lol.

.... this ended up being a bit of a mess: warning in advance

Anyway! onto the actual content!

- You see the thing about Xiaoven is that there's a lot of different ways that it could end up working out, and just personally my favorite way of portraying Xiaoven in my mind is as an unlabeled relationship because if anyone in genshin would give off that vibe its these two. And a number of other reasons.

- Firstly, I heavily headcanon Venti as being an aroace polyplatonic or perhaps heavily demiromantic. However, regardless of this I just don't think that Venti is really the kind of person to worry about how he should label his feelings, thinking it's silly to try to put them in one box or the other, especially with feelings and emotions being as fluid as they are in general. Plus it fits his whole God of Freedom vibe. I just- dont think he's the biggest fan of labels or social categorization in general.

- And secondly on the hand of Xiao... his defense mechanisms are very much ingrained in his personality. It's probably hard enough for him to not go into fight or flight(the answer is fight) at the slightest affection at first, at the slightest feeling of vulnerability. Even further down the line, with his fierce dedication to Liyue, I cant help but get the vibe that the moment he recognized that he was falling for Venti he would begin avoiding him, not only to avoid distraction from his duty, but to avoid corrupting him or losing him in general like he has with like basically every other person he gets close with(even believing that the cycle had repeated once more when he first heard of Morax's death)... now imagine Venti tryna slap a label on their relationship and tell me Xiao would have a positive reaction.

- The thing with Xiaoven.... honestly, i feel like theres more ways that it can go wrong than it can go right, but if they do manage to make their relationship work out, it's just simply beautiful in all terms of the word.

- Lets talk about killing. - During the Archon War, both were forced to kill a large number of people and gods alike- Venti out of a need to remain alive to protect Mondstadt, it's freedom, and the nameless bard's legacy by extent- and Xiao out of servitude to the god that was once his master

..... actually- break here- ive talked a lot about Venti on this blog but I havent actually spoken about Xiao all that much- so i should probably do that a bit first... do note though that my characterization of Xiao is pretty flexible actually- this is just- the possible characterization of him that i tend to favor as being the most- uh- "realistically complex"

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Theres a line I saw this one time in a certain story: "He is a trained weapon. That's what he is, was, and always will be. You cannot change that so stop trying." And i just- think its a really interesting concept- that applies pretty well to Xiao now that i actually think about it. - the concept behind it is this: After spending more than a vast majority of his life killing or otherwise in battle, it's become a part of who he is, a normalcy that after centuries and centuries would be near impossible to get rid of or reverse, and even if it was possible, with his karmic debt constantly eating away at him its unlikely he has enough time left for that to happen. - it sounds like a cruel thing to say about him- but in context it's actually pretty layered and i think about it a lot. It's not as much a "he's a killer lol, that his whole personality" its more of a "The centuries of trauma he experienced have conditioned him into a constantly alert and battle ready mindset while also shaping his dehumanizing inferior-in-worth-but-superior-in-capability view of himself that would have likely been necessary to get through those time, and at this point he's been under that conditioning for long enough that it's essentially ingrained itself in his personality."

- the main idea is- it's a part of who he is, that needs to be accepted as who he is because its not something that he can just up and change. It's not all he is of course but his constant battle mode, as though always waiting to be ambushed or to be granted a new target to eradicate.

a couple character story quotes:

-"His past of service under the evil god had rid Xiao of his innocence and gentleness. All that remained within him was the means to kill and the weight of his sins. The only way he could be of service to mortals was in combat." -"Xiao does not feel any hatred. Having lived for over two thousand years, no single karmic debt constitutes anything more than a fleeting memory. No grudge can last a thousand years; nor is any debt so great that it cannot be paid off in this time. Xiao has spent many long years alone. But his battles have never been in vain." -"where did Xiao have to return to? He was merely leaving the battlefield." -"since Xiao wages a constant war against dark forces powerful enough to devour Liyue in its entirety, any bystanders who witness him in the heat of battle are likely to end up as collateral damage." -"The war he fights can never be won, and will never come to an end." -"Because ultimately, the one with whom Xiao wrestles is himself."

i feel like at some point this very nearly did consume his whole personality, almost turning him into nothing more than a being of slaughter under Morax's control, devoid of any "humanity" at all, consumed and corrupted by his karmic debt like his fellow yakshas before him. - until he experienced a moment of clarity- a song in the wind, the peaceful melody of a dihua flute. - and pulled back from the border of something he wouldnt have been able to return from, there a was a shift in his mind- a concept grown unfamiliar enough with time that it took him a great time to identify what it was; a curiosity. Something that there was no place for on the battlefield, something that by all means should have been completely useless to Xiao, and yet he held onto that curiosity, slowly regaining over time, a sense of who he was and who he could choose to be with each song that the wind chose to carry towards him every once in a blue moon.

and eventually that curiousity turned to longing. Longing "for a day to come when he will wear the mask and dance — not to conquer demons, but to the tune of that flute amid a sea of flowers"

...... uh- heh- if you couldn’t tell already i have a tendency to make my characterizations/analyses of characters more serious that i probably should. 

to summarize: Xiao is constantly toeing the line between his ingrained nature and his humanity- almost as though still trying to decide how much of that humanity he deserves to have, how much he is allowed to have, and how much is safe to have.

^looking back after writing this, i think the best way to explain it is that this is the view that i keep in mind/the lense that i tend to most enjoy looking through and refering back to while examining and/or analyzing his character, actions, story, lines, and overall personality.

idk- i kinda got off track but i just think its a really interesting interpretation to think about because it has some really interesting implications ig- it’s not the full extent of how i view him of course, but i kinda got ahead of myself and its long enough as is so ill just elaborate as i go- Lol i actually have in progress playlists for both him and venti and just- vibes- i could ramble about the playlists alone for hours explaining everything... It’s probably a problem- uh- ill keep going now lol.

anyways! stepping off the angst path for a brief break! Brought to you by their lines in the snow: both waiting for it to get thick enough, Venti for the purpose of a snowball fight and Xiao for the purpose of a tasty and nutritious breakfast.

but its actually something of note that Xiao doesnt actually need to eat so anything he does eat is usually out of obligation or enjoyment- so like.... snow.... like i dont blame him, but of all things- an adeptus who refuses to eat basically anything but almond tofu looks at the freezing-cold-floor-water that yeeted itself from above and decided at some point- damn- that seems more edible than basically ever single actually edible thing ever.... im gonna eat it- like- im glad if eating snow makes him happy but- at the same time...

He probably convinces Venti to eat snow too though and Venti wouldnt even resist I mean he’s wind and has probably consumed worse things in his time so- 2 anemo cryptids with glowing tattoos sitting in Dragonspine monching snow in the dead of night is an amusing thought to me.

- kay, now back to more serious-toned thoughts

One of the things about the ship that i really like is the different contradicting parallels between them:

A lot of how i view Xiao’s character is someone formed largely by the things he cant control and who was forced to accept that accepted that and learned to thrive in it as much as he can.  Venti on the other hand is surrounded by things he cant control and is ever adapting to control as much as he can while embracing whatever he cant as being part of the unpredictability of the world, seeing beauty in it. 

both of them have lost people and do what they do to honor their memory: Xiao continues to do what the Yakshas once did And Venti chooses to do what his friend couldn’t

Xiao’s power coming from himself  and Venti’s from others And both seem to appear to use their power for their own gain while truly helping others behind the scenes

both have killed a lot of people during the archon war Xiao views it as another necessary event out of his control and Venti would likely view it as a tragedy he chose to enact himself

and this is where we meet out balance

Xiao- contrary to how i think a lot of people view him as thinking of himself as a monster- seems canonically to have accepted this as part of his duty, as long as those he killed are not mortals. I dont think he enjoys it no- but someone has to do it and he’s just accepted that its a part of his duty Venti on the other hand-

See the beauty of the ship- as someone with an angst-centric mind- is this- these are two of the most traumatized mfers in the game 

Xiao is by far the one who needs the most help and who can serve to benefit most from the ship- but he is nowhere near self aware enough to recognize that there’s anything wrong or unhealthy about his mindset in the slightest-

whereas you have the contrast with Venti who sorted through most of his trauma with the nameless bard alone during the archon war and while the result appears more healthy- is still really not- but he���s not self aware of that either because i mean- who’s going to tell him? nobody even knows. 

however- venti is aware enough to notice flaws in Xiao’s mindset and “Venti” enough to want to help them through it-

Xiao- while not aware enough to recognize the flaws in Venti’s mindset, can recognize where it contrasts with his own, and is blunt enough to point it out- and then it’s out there to be mulled over- 

they’re so similar and yet so different and a feel just conversing between the two of them, being in each others precense, just being exposed to two mindsets that are so very different could do both of them a whole lot of good.

GEEE THAT BIT OF RAMBLING HAD LITTLE TO NO DIRECTION AT ALL- LET ME-- LET ME MAKE THIS START MAKING SENSE- WITH... DYNAMICS OR SOMETHING

I don’t think Xiao needs to sleep really- and i dont think that sleeping would do anything except make him uneasy at first- he’d probably just get nightmares after all he’s been through- but with Venti he would soon learn that it doesn’t have to be that way, lulled into the first peaceful sleep he’s had in... as long as he can remember.

anywho back to not making sense cuz im fickle and i think most questions about ships are best displayed through character interactions so like- a possible exchange thats cliche but cliches exist for a reason

Xiao: Why do you try so hard to help me, it isn’t easy. I know that much Venti, with the most adoring expression: Because you’re worth it, obviously Xiao: But surely there are others more deserving of- Venti: No Xiao, everyone is just as deserving as the next person, you included Xiao: Then why me above others? Venti: ehe, cuz ur my warrior of course [O//////O oh shit, hes right] Xiao: My contract is with Morax alone [gay panic but in broody yaksha]

it’s kinda difficult cuz neither of them really address their feelings.  I mean Venti does but he does it very indirectly and its rare that he ever does it with like- genuine directness- even spilling his backstory was in the form of a song- and told in the third person- so a lot of their interactions would often have some deeper meaning, especially with Venti being the bard he is. 

I come up with a lot of- errant thoughts about Xiaoven- but this is making me realize that a true analysis of their ship is rather difficult because it just encompasses so many dynamics so its hard to settle on just one and not go rambling about who knows what bouncing from one end of the ship to the other-  Because you truly can and thats the beauty of it

within one moment you can be having a heartfelt conversation about the archon war the impact of lost friends and times past, and the next moment Venti is trying to forcefeed Xiao an apple while Xiao screams about disrespecting the adepti and its just- so lovely

so while they have picnics with nothing but apples, dandelion wine, and almond tofu they can sit down and talk about the dreams Xiao once devoured, and the dandelion wine and apple cider that the first Ragnvindir invented from the plants that never could have grown in Old Mond. The foods that tasted of familiarity, or of the grilled ticker fish Pervases always used to eat, foods that tasted of friends and frankly family that had since passed, glaze lilies and cecilias and qingxin flowers scattered in the surroundings and woven into Xiao’s neat braids and Venti’s now messy ones, rebraided by the steady and inexperienced hands of one unused to gentle action. 

and then of course Venti steals Xiao’s tofu once the mood becomes too grim and replaces it with a bottle of wine that Xiao refers to as “vile poison,” a remark that fatally wounds Venti as he collapses on the floor, proclaiming how he can only be healed by a Yaksha’s kiss. Xiao ignores this of course and simply takes back his tofu with a slight smile on his face, but as Venti persists he soundlessly places a kiss on his own palm before intertwining their fingers and pulling him back up from where he was dramatically sprawled on the floor, grumbling about how such action was “unbecoming of an archon.” A sign of affection only Xiao would ever know about. But Venti is literally wind and I hc his senses work differently anyways so he definitely knows- plus Xiao’s face is red as the blood of his enemies and the way he is pointedly not looking at Venti at all really speaks volumes anyways. 

 -Venti playing epic battle music whenever Xiao goes into fights in what looks like a ridiculously extra performance to anyone else but is actually doing wonders to keep Xiao’s karma at bay

-Venti preaches the practice of “kissing wounds better” and Xiao is unfamiliar with this medical treatment but views it as unnecessary regardless because adepti have accelerated healing, doesn’t mean he’s going to stop him though. 

-Messages whispered on the wind

-Venti’s 1000 year sleep- an accident, not a fun time for the yaksha, and not a fun time for Venti once he woke up. Venti is actually more afraid of restful sleep than Xiao is, hence the sleeping in trees thing, but when Xiao is there, he can sleep restfully with faith that Xiao wont let another millennia slip through his fingertips. 

- Xiao tends to make excuses when doing things that aren’t necessary to his duty, like in his birthday voice line “Have this, it’s a butterfly i made from leaves... Okay. Take it. It’s an adepti amulet -- it staves off evil” because at the current point in his progress it helps him to feel like he’s allowed to do these things. Not wanting to put him off from progress, Venti never comments on his excuse but never fails to whisper a quick reminder of how proud he is of how far Xiao had come.

- Xiao’s karma saddens Venti greatly- not only because of how it effects Xiao but also because its a reminder that as much as Venti tries to honor the memory of those he’s killed, there will always be those who resent him for it, and when he took the option of living away from them, he truly can’t blame them. - And when he gets too wrapped up in thoughts, whether around this topic or similar ones or otherwise, eventually, he’ll hear the sound of a flute on the wind. It’s not divine by any means, but as his own wind connects him to the source, he gets the sentiment all the same. “What impact does one individual’s remaining wrath have on the present. You have done much to help the living in the present” the unspoken idea that Xiao has included himself in that statement, because now, with Venti’s help he’s beginning to learn just how to experience living for himself. 

- Venti’s form and Xiao’s mask are off limit topics though because if either mentions it the other will counter with the opposite and the mood will turn immediately bitter at the idea that both know that what they’re doing is destructive but neither are willing to change

- Venti who has different tells for negative feelings than most people because as much as he likes to pretend it is- this form isnt his, and Xiao who is able to identify those

- many fanfics and headcanons have Venti recognizing when Xiao is uncomfortable and getting him out of those situations. I see that and I love it but i raise you: - Venti taking Xiao to Mondstadt, careful that he doesn’t get to the point that he’s uncomfortable. And nothing goes wrong exactly, but Xiao notices the the way Venti’s cape is blowing in the wind, the way he’s holding his weight, barely on his feet so much as floating on the wind, connected with the ground only for the sake of appearance, all the while he looks just as happy go lucky as ever. And without a word, he grabs his hand and teleports them both out of Mondstadt.  - turns out it was just a slight thing that reminded him of the archon war (cuz i will die on the hill of him having more tragic backstory than just Decarabian), and he of course gives a sincere if not flustered thanks to Xiao, because he’s really not used to people noticing. 

- Venti trying to vent sneakily through fictional stories and Xiao is just like “Didn’t that basically happen to you” and Venti is just like “<_< shit”

- Venti once said affectionally that he wished he had met Xiao sooner and Xiao immediately and seriously shot it down by saying “If you had, I would have been forced to kill you” and both of them now stay up at night wondering who would have won that fight, not sure which result would have hurt more. (because honestly I have no idea who would win in that fight and that terrifies me- I like to think it would have been one of those legends that end with “and the fight persists to this day” or something along those lines)

- “How long have you been together?” “Adepti have no need for-” “1000+ years T^T how dare you deny our love” “O///O our...? ...useless”

- its disney- let me explain- i have this- i have this headcanon inspired by watching too many animatics- - so venti has a human form that isnt his- which he would have had to get used to moving in- and he’s a bard- - uh- anyway- as a third degree black belt in mixed martial arts, i can speak as an authority on this(not really an authority since i havent gone since quarantine but lets pretend). We have a thing referred to as the big three(most things do), and those things are martial arts, gymnastics, and dance. The idea is that they reflect really well off of each other and the best in any one category are good in all three. Timing, balance, form, discipline, technique, hand-eye coordination, grace, ease of motion, they all play a part- anyway-

- Venti taking Xiao’s prowess in martial arts and acrobatics and teaching him how to dance, and as someone who’s extremely skilled in the first two, the third comes easy to him, almost naturally. And it’s delicate and beautiful and lovely and it isn’t hurting anyone. And Venti points all these things out and more and despite how much Xiao insists that he feels ridiculous he truly does enjoy it and it goes a long way towards helping him form more healthy views of himself and his worth.  - Verr Goldett walked in on him once and made a joke about performing at the inn. unfortunately Venti was there and agreed on Xiao’s behalf before he could protest and- and it wasn’t as bad as Xiao thought it would be... he still wouldn’t do it again though without reason, but with good enough reasoning he could probably be convinced. 

- anyways point is he likes dancing to Venti’s songs and i just think that’s really cute - just picture the idea that all the animatics you see actually have the potential to be canon- ugh

- venti tries holding something out of Xiao’s reach since he’s taller and Xiao just fucking teleports 

- both need their space but when they dont, all they have to do is speak the other’s name and they’ll be there.

- and because i just had to.... love languages

- lets start with Xiao- i don’t think he’d view acts of service or quailty time as a love language tbh, and he blunt but really bad with words so affirmation is out, leaving gift giving and physical touch. However, he seems to view most material things as meaningless so- - Xiao who’s love language is in his fleeting touches, something he’s only recently grown comfortable with because of Venti, and now is giving back, which he knows he doesn’t have to do, but that he want’s to, though he’ll still continue to make excuses for each one. “you were shivering” “The inn is high up, you could have fallen..... I said what I said, you’d question an adeptus?”

- and as easy as it is to say words of affirmation for Venti- he does that for everyone- i want to say his is actually acts of service - its the acts of service that let him see just how much Xiao has progressed afterall, from teaching him to dance, to playing another song on the flute, to supplying him with the almond tofu he seems to enjoy so much. Every little thing he does helps Xiao to grow and he couldn’t be happier about that. 

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- of course most of my headcanons for the ship do take place latter into the relationship because- y’know the less serious unhealthy vibes allow for greater range of thought, but i do still love to think about the serious implications so i kinda hopped back and forth. So sorry about how messy it is btw, i kinda- got carried away- it kinda got some kind of structure near the end tho so- maybe it’s okay. anyway- back to... lol something, we’ll see where thought forests lead. 

[peppermint2d]

Hi!!!!! I love 2D a lot, so could I please get some hcs of 2D with an autistic s/o if possible??? Thank you have a great day!! <3

Sorry this is so late! One of the mods graduated (ew). Anyway we hope you enjoy these!

2D Headcanons

2D would love having your same food every day

he also gets happy when he notice you happy stim

Initially he would have trouble creating and sticking to a schedule, but he would try so so so hard once he realizes how important it is for you two and eventually he gets so used to it that he couldn't even imgaine a life without it or you. It actually helps his memory.

He would get super into your hyperfixations.

Like indulges in them big time

He has money and he loves spending it on stuff that makes you happy

A fun date night is when you two binge watch your new hyperfixation

He is never really sarcastic so conversations with him are just easier, plus he is a super good listener and just loves hearing you talk.

He really makes sure not to upset you and, for you, learns really quickly.

He always keeps a spare set of earplugs which were initially for himself in case Murdoc starts yelling

He never raises his voice at you

He is also super considerate of your comfort level

He always triple checks plans with you because 1) he forgets and 2) he forgets

Ficlet

The sun beat down on you, hot, brilliant, bright, the only thing more radiant than 2D's smile. He was so happy to introduce you to his friends and this quiet tea party was perfect. A close, intimate gathering with his two favourite things: peppermint tea and you.

Stu lead you to their backyard gate and opened the door as he probably has done a hundred times before. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants, you never really enjoyed meeting new people. On the porch, still arranging the little sandwiches was a middle aged woman and her husband, both of whom had a rougher relationship with time than 2D ever did. Stu hande you the basket of fruits and pastries you brought so you could give it to your hosts instead of having to shake their hands. The pleasantries went by smoothly you introduced yourself and they also gave you their names of... something and something. You're not too good with names either and asking again was too stressful, besides the appropriate time to ask for their names again already went by and if you did it now they would think you're weird and you couldn't disaapoint 2D like that, what if he hated you afterwards, what if you ruined the party, no his friendship, just because you couldn't remember their names?

You took milk with your tea.

Stu, despite Mr and Mrs Something's insistance, sat you two on the side of the table with the sun in your eyes so that you could avoid having to look at your hosts. It's a little tactic he created on accident, but has been using ever since. He handles most of the conversation, although he relies on your to fill in the details that he doesn't remember, which are a lot. When the hosts asked about what is was like to be your own boss and set your own hours, you were so passionate, gesturing with all of your body. It was when you were done talking that you realized how weird that may have looked, causing you to bounce your foot and drum your fingers, but after you saw 2D practically glow with happiness and pride, you calmed down.

The little party continued on, and you actually relaxed as you began to enjoy yourself. Stu looked so happy to reconnect with friends, it made you feel nice to be there with him. Good times can’t last forever though, you supposed, as soon enough you heard the door to the backyard gate open again.

“Hello neighbors!” a cheery voice called out and laughed as a group of 4 people walked across the back lawn to the table you were all sat at. You weren’t aware other people were coming. No one told you about this. Although, from the look on 2D’s face when you quickly turned to him, he didn’t plan for it either.

You looked down at the table in front of you, trying to take in a deep breath as you half listened to what these new people were saying to Stu’s friends. Somethings about pastries, hearing them talking out here, how they just couldn’t resist stopping by, and of course, “I still have your casserole dish from last weeks block party!”

This was fine though. You tried to ignore how loudly they talked, and how they moved around the yard a lot. It wasn’t too many new people, and no one expected it, it’s a surprise. It’s all fine. You tried to stop the way you tapped your foot on the pavement. You didn’t want 2D to see that. He was having fun.

You finally looked up from the table in front of you, and noticed that these people had in fact completely invited themselves to the quiet little garden party you were having. They all moved to take seats around the table, and one of them, a man who you’d assume to be the same age as the hosts, pulled his chair up right next to you. So much for comfortable. You tensed up right away and you knew 2D could tell. You didn’t even have to look. You could feel yourself tapping your foot again, much faster this time, but you couldn’t stop it. This was getting too much. You wanted to leave, but all you could think of was that you can’t. You can’t tell Stu, because these are his friends and it would upset him. You might look rude if you left immediately when more people arrived. And every thought you had made everything worse. The talking around you got louder, and maybe even louder so. The man next to you spoke loudly, it felt like you were surrounded by speakers. This just kept getting worse.

Then you felt the slightest touch on your arm, so light you almost couldn’t feel it. It made you jolt anyways, and you looked quickly at the source of it. 2D. The look on his face was so soft, as he smiled just lightly at you. You couldn’t manage one back for him.

He looked away from you and you watched him as he pulled out his phone, messed with it for a moment, then held it up. He explained something about getting a text, he needed to leave, and you could barely listen. He was lying for you. He was leaving for you. And you felt terrible.

He stood up, then slowly pulled you up beside him. You said your goodbyes, or more, Stu said your goodbyes, because at this point you had almost completely shut down. He lead you out the gate, right back out the way you came. While walking out with him, you could feel the prick of tears behind your eyes.

He turned to you as soon as you were safely away from the house. “Are yew okay? I’m so sorreh, i didn’t know they ‘ad more people comin.”

He looked so worried for you, and it only made you feel worse. You were mad. Mad at yourself for feeling uncomfortable. Mad at yourself for making him leave. You felt so bad. “I-I’m so sorry for making us leave.” Was all you could say. You felt a couple tears from before fall, and stared down at the pavement. You didn’t want to look up at him.

“Wha? No no, luv, don’ be sorry it’s okay. Really fine. Um-“ he stopped and you noticed him lean just a bit closer to you, but he gave you your space, “Ya know I nevah really liked those neighbors anyway. Always joining in on fings. Ruin the fun. It’s fine we left, really, I wanted too, to.”

“Really?” You still couldn’t look up at him. What if he really was upset? You just felt terrible.

“Really. An’ I knew yew were getting uncomfortable an’, an’,” he sighed lightly, ”I wouldn’t wan’ yew to havta sit there through that. Yew mean a lot more to me than a little party. Don’ feel sorry at all luv, cuz yew have no reason ta be okay? I’m not upset or anyfin.”

“Yeah?” you asked him and you finally looked up at him. He smiled so bright and so warm at you, you just knew he meant it.

“Yea!”

“Thank you Stu.” you tried a smile back at him, and one came a bit easier this time. He made you feel so much better.

“Aww come here luv?” He held his arms open for a hug, and you accepted. He held you so lovingly, you knew he really meant every word.

“I love yew.” You heard him say, as you buried your face in his chest. He ran a hand through your hair and you held him just a bit tighter.

“I love you too Stu.”

[my-writings-and-musings]

Hey, I hope you are 100% ok with found family theme? Because found family theme in Transformers are my favourite trope. For the request, would you do the headcanons for Ratchet, Drift and Windblade with the reader who is a techno-organic?

Found Family is the golden trope above all tropes and 1000% supported on this blog anon don't worry about it. Time for some fluff.

Windblade

·Though she's somewhat new to exploring the galaxy, she knows the value of close friends, and how they can become your greatest support when times are tough. She forges bonds that are deep with those she trusts, and she intends to keep those for the rest of her life. To a certain extent one might say she has a family that's always growing. Granted she doesn't just let anyone in, but her kind nature means she's always seeking out those who need companionship. For you, this worked out rather beautifully from the outset. Unlike so many others your nature didn't perturb her in the slightest. She was merely curious, but upon discovering you were being ostracized she took you under her wing and never looked back.

·Like any found family, she introduces you to the other members and explains to each one in private what you'd endured. The bots she'd never known a day without, Chromia and Nautica, stepped up immediately to help. This family is built on mutual support and protecting one another, so think of yourself as having just gained some very large and powerful but loving bodyguards. Chromia in particular has no patience for bullies. Neither does Windblade, but she prefers to sort things out peacefully if you ever find yourself the target of more bullying. That likely comes from her role as a Cityspeaker, given that communication is her greatest skill, and she extends that to you as well. You'll never find her anything but enthusiastic to listen to what you have to say, and she loves to talk and share her opinions right back.

·Speaking of Cityspeaker duties, however, there's someone else in her circle that you'll get to meet. Titan's aren't just her coworkers, she bonds quite closely with them too, and she likes to help others understand that these gigantic beings can actually be quite lonely. Thus, your newfound family turns out to be much larger than you could have ever anticipated. That's to say nothing of how boundless the love and acceptance proves to be, as for the first time you find yourself surrounded by a judgement free environment, and it's like a breath of fresh air. Anything on your mind can be spoken without fear of rejection! Windblade takes listening incredibly seriously, after all, and so for the first time in your life you speak and are heard. The lack of genetic relations does nothing to stifle the wonder of it all.

·Yet, for her incredibly soft spark, Windblade quickly proves she has no patience for the bias you've become accustomed to as a techno-organic. Comments you were once forced to just endure are now met with fiery resistance from your adopted family. Should anyone ever get the idea they can threaten you, that assumption is very quickly corrected. The Stormfall Sword rarely even needs to be unsheathed for them to learn you're under considerable protection, and even if it does Windblade won't hesitate if she fears you're in any kind of danger, and neither will anyone else on your side. When you ask why they reply as if it's obvious; family looks out for family. They're with you through thick and thin, and you don't have to endure any cross words so long as they're around. Each one promises that much.

·Having endured what you have, it takes some time for you to understand that they mean it, and that they'll never abandon you. Windblade has truly taken you under her wing, as she so often likes to joke.

Ratchet

·Being a medic for a species desperately understaffed with doctors can be exceptionally difficult, especially with such high mortality rates, but that's never stopped Ratchet from caring. He knows every life is precious, and he forms friendships with the intent of them lasting a lifetime. No one is ever going to be uncared for if he has something to say about it. Thus, you more or less find yourself "adopted" by the gruff medic before you can even blink. Though techno-organics often face exclusion from bots, Ratchet has spent enough time performing surgery to know that what's on the inside physically hardly matters in terms of character. He's held the sparks of Autobots and Decepticons alike, and at the end of the day they all look the same.

·That being said, he makes it very clear to you that if anyone gives you a hard time, he wants to know straight away. His famously gruff demeanor isn't all an act, and he can absolutely make a bot regret every single mean word they said to you. Not only that, but he knows how emotional health is just as important as physical, so he makes sure to check in on you quite frequently. It's not our of character for him to sit you down if he sees something is bothering you, at which point he'll gently ask if you'd like to talk and he'll listen. Being busy doesn't mean he won't do everything in his power to make time for you.

·Something people often forget though, and you'll probably be quite surprised to see, is how much he likes to celebrate positive achievements and praise your hard work. Like a proud papa, he'll absolutely gush when he hears you've succeeded at something you've been working on. Not just to you either, if you're okay with it, he'll brag about it to anyone that listens. Confidence is important, so he does everything in his power to make sure you know your worth. The other medics all freely join in as well. Everyone who works in the medical bay gets close to one another, so they become your extended family of sorts, like a gathering of aunts and uncles who all do surgery together. It makes for a surprisingly cheerful crew.

·Upon getting closer to him, you eventually see that Ratchet isn't just acting gruff to cover a soft spark, he's arguably the softest bot on the entire ship. On more than one occasion you've drifted off somewhere only to wake up mysteriously tucked in to your own bed, and when asked he'll simply get flustere and say the mattress is better for your back. Trust him; he's fallen asleep at his desk often enough to know. Should you ever come down with any kind of illness, however, all pretenses of gruffness will dissapear very quickly. You'll find yourself doted on by a very caring docbot, one who encourages you to relax and not strain yourself while he brings you anything you need.

·Being a techno-organic often means enduring so much isolation that receiving any kind of medical care is hard, as neither organics nor bots typically want to treat you. However, as you spend more time with the medic who's adopted you, something begins to become clear. Not only do you receive all the medical attention you need without hesitation, but all the care one requires to truly be healthy. As a family should, he and the others medics look out for your emotional wellbeing too. Your sense of self finally begins to heal as you never knew it needed to.

Drift

·When it comes to being alone, few bots have a greater understanding than a former Decepticon. Even on the Lost Light he's pushed to the outskirts, and thus his precious few friends become lifelong companions that are naturally his family. Having explored far and wide and knowing that the prejudice against techno-organics like yourself is awful, his first action when he saw you was to offer his protection. He'll never let anyone endure loneliness if he can help it. You're surprised by how incredibly warm and affectionate he is right from the start, as his reputation would hardly suggest a bot who welcomes you like a literal ray of sunshine.

·Yet in surprisingly short order you find yourself under the protection of a bot who's simultaneously the friendliest and deadliest being on the ship. Drift checks in with you regularly to ensure you're not being made fun of or even made to feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. He doesn't want to kick anyone's butt, but he makes it clear he absolutely will if you're at risk, and he has the go ahead from Rodimus on that front. Speaking of which, the captain of the ship immediately grants you his own protection as well, stating that anyone who befriends his bestie is good by him. You're happy but incredibly surprised to find two individuals with such different personalities acting like they've grown up together, and the two don't even care about all the ways their perspectives differ!

·Growing closer to Drift only makes you more amazed at how impossibly mellow and relaxed he is. Though the bot could easily best almost any bot on the ship in combat, he's only interested in being friends with his fellow Autobots, hoping to extend the tenets of his religion into all aspects of his life. Though he wants you to convert, there's absolutely no pressure to do so, and he happily accepts your refusal if you decline. The laid back mech shows you the kind of nonjudgemental support system you never knew was possible. When asked about it, he says that he wants you to have a place where you'll always feel accepted, and he hopes to provide that.

·Even more than acceptance, you find him to be incredibly encouraging of all your goals, no matter how small some of them may be. Every time you achieve something he's effusive in his praise. Though he doesn't say why, eventually you put together that he sorely lacked the same in his youth. No doubt, he wants to provide you with everything he was missing. Whether he's more akin to a dad, uncle or cool brother becomes irrelevant over time. In time you come to realize what matters is you have someone who will always be in your corner. Should you ever need positive reinforcement of any kind, it's merely a request away.

·It takes time for it all to really sink in that you've been adopted more or less, all without your new family ever mentioning as much. In fact, Drift so naturally welcomed you into his life you're not sure he realized it either. The ninja bot is simply so loving and accepting you could forget there's a harsh universe out there every time he pulls you in for some comfort after a hard day. The peace of having such a system of support is indescribable.

[tipsydipsydo]

The members having a crush on you! [their indecent thoughts🔞]

Hey my Dears💜

Here we go again into the second round of the "When the Members have a crush on you!"-Scenario(s)!

It's not necessary but still useful to read the first part of the scenario to understand some "connections" (it's kinda a little storyline for each invidual member I'd say? 😂😅)

The link to the first scenario could be found here! [It's gender neutral so everyone can read it!] 💚

This part about their dirty thoughts is in general the same scenario just customized for the specific gender of the reader 🤗💕 (quick reminder: this here is for female readers!😂💗)

The scenario for the male reader could be found here! 

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Jin

the reason why Jin is suddenly so shy to you is...

...that with his increasing romantic feelings for you, others... certain feelings and thoughts enters his mind too

thoughts that makes him feel drawn to you and not just for hugs and cuddles ...

...these indecent thoughts that you shouldn't have about a very close friend.

how your body could look like under your tight-fitting clothes

what kind of underwear covers your beautiful breasts and your perfectly round ass

Jin hardly dares to think about how you could look in lace lingerie otherwise he would have a problem

...in his crotch.

Cooking with you is such a challenge for him sometimes

when he gives you a spoonful of dessert so you can taste if it needs a little more sugar

and you lead it between your soft lips, lick very carefully all of the dessert from the spoon, rolling your eyes full of pleasure and moaning how delicious his dessert is.

Jin has a problem down there in no time.

And not a small one...

how can you let such sinful things come over your lips and look so innocent?!

this unintented sensual moan haunts him, doesn't wants to get out of his head.

he is terribly embarrassed when he mastubates for the first time with the thoughts of you and your sweet voice

he had never cum so quickly

you drive him completely crazy

the more dirty fantasies he has about you, the more shy he'll be around you.

Jin's Adam's apple starts bobbing nervously as you bend down to tie your shoes while sticking your butt out towards him

he would love it to put his big hands on your ass and grabbing it firmly Since then, he has been troubled by fantasies of taking you from behind and ruining your pussy, placing his hands on your soft, perfectly round buttcheeks and pulling them apart to see how well his cock goes deep into you, fills you up and elicits sweetest moans from your lips

you do all of this to him without even having the slightest idea what is behind this (from you) so-called "sweet" shyness.

Yoongi

there are reasons why Yoongi advoid you and locks himself in his room/studio

he wants to choke off every opportunity where he could see you in those damn cute blouses that has sometimes (in his opinion way too often) deep cutouts

seeing the swell your breasts in the white border of your lace bra is too much for him

oh how he hates that you act like you don't know what kind of effect such an outfit has on him! (Although you really have no idea) sometimes he thinks that you only do this to annoy him and to play with his feelings

he knows that he has no chance with you anyway and that he doesn't deserves to touch such a beautiful girl

nevertheless, even with the best discipline, he cannot prevent himself from certain fantasies they're caused by unfulfilled desires arising in his head

he wants to be the one who can eat your so well that you'll push his head even further between your thighs so that his tongue can fucks you even deeper

he wants to be the one who can fingers you until you squirt and let the whole house know that it's Yoongi who let you see spheres where you have never been before he wants to be the one who can stretch your walls so damn well and in all the perfect places, who can make you think of nothing but him and his thick, perfect cock and never want to feel another person in yourself again

what frustrates him most is, that he can't even work normally.

realize that his newly produced tracks are mostly that kind of songs that he wants to be played in the background when he fucks you. they're slower than usual, with a seductive melody and his rap is deep and husky, making countless promises to you of what things he wants to do with you.

the fantasy that absolutely kills him is when you would kneel between his thighs in his studio and spoil his thick cock with your sinful lips, take him completely into your mouth and let his tip slide into your throat while looking at him with big, innocent eyes

when he's about to come, he would pull away from your lips and want to cum on your bare breasts

...deep down in his mind he wants to make a mess out of you and ruin you with his filthy desires.

Namjoon

When Namjoon realizes that in addition to his romantic feelings for you he also develops certain thoughts and fantasies, he tries his best to avoid them

he is afraid to sexualize you in his fantasies

you are not just a sexual object for him,only to satisfy his desires, you are so damn much more for him!

he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable with his, sometimes not so unobtrusive, looks at you

but how can he resist when you are so damn beautiful and everything in him feels attracted to you

he learns from Taehyung that you've read Fifty Shades of Grey you wanted to understand the hype surrounding these books

you said that while writing style and characters weren't your cup of tea, you found the topic of the book really interesting

that is: Dom/Sub-Themes and BDSM

he asked Taehyung countless of questions

if you told him other things about whether and what your preferences were

but he was silent, smirked at his leader and chuckled

"You have to ask her yourself. I'm her best friend, I can't take advantage of her trust and reveal her secrets, who do you think I am, hyung?!"

since then the abstinence of mastubation was over, countless fantasies about various kinds of play sessions with you offered him the necessary satisfaction of his needs

when you pick him up from somewhere and he sits in the car just with you, that's pure horror for Joonie

because he doesn't have a driver's license himself and doesn't trust himself to make it too, he thinks it's pretty attractive that you can handle all of this stuff

especially your focused, serious look at the road and how your hands are holding the steering wheel has somehow an attractive effect on him

instinctively he would like to slide his hand under your skirt and tease your plush pussy lips through the thin fabric of your panties

before he pushes the fabric aside with his fingers and would fingers you

turn your serious gaze into a lustful one, let your fingers grip the steering wheel even more tightly out of pure ectasy

while you have still full control and your focus on driving

he doesn't understand himself, he doesn't even want to think about developing something like a "car-driving" kink maybe it is your charisma and self-confidence that turns him on

gradually he loses faith in himself thanks to you.

Hoseok

Since he knows how your current partner is treating you and they seem to give a shit about your feelings and needs in this relationship he wants to be the one who gives you the attention you deserve  

you saved money for your partner's birthday present for months and he only took a quick look at it when you give it to them

you mumble in frustration that you should've rather spend the money on yourself, preferably on new sex toys

Hobi didn't believe his ears at first and looked up at you in confusion, asked what you mean by that

"We only have sex when he feels like it. When I try to seduce them in new lingerie or even ask them if we could have sex, then they makes a dismissive gesture and is pissed off that I should go out of the direction of the TV... It's been like this for a few months since I started shopping online for sex toys out of frustration. Sometimes I really wonder if I'm addicted to sex and I'm a nymphomaniac ... it's normal to want sex two or three times in a week?"

To see you so insecure about your own needs for closeness and just normal sexual activities, so that you start wondering whether you are morbidly addicted, breaks Hobi's heart

he tells you that you are not weird at all and your sexual needs are completely normal and that your partner didn't treat you as you deserve

but unfortunately he couldn't say more, it would have been very strange between you if he had said how he would treat you if he were your partner

the following days and weeks Hobi are plagued with indecent fantasies about you, his best friend

what would he have given only to know what toys you have and how you use them on yourself

and generally, all of these things he could do to you to give you the best orgasms in the world and make you feel like a goddess

he would love to be the servant for your unpleasured desires

to be the one who gives you the feeling of being Cleopatra in Person.

Jimin

it happend accidentally and unintented that you have become a part of Jimin's erotic fantasies

he took care of his needs and jack off like usual to his favourite fantasy that always makes him cum

but not this time

it seems like it wouldn't work that day, he thought it could be stress or pressure that he just couldn't cum, no matter how long he's going to jack off and teasing the most sensitive parts of his cock

he was about to give up when you jumps right into the fantasy

now it's you who's bouncing on his cock, rolling ypur hips in the most sensual way

playing with your nipples, massaging your breasts while his hands are placed on your hips, gives your body more stability so Jimin can thrusts slow but unbelievable deep into your pussy, hitting your G-spot, let come the cutest and sexiests moans over lips

you have to support yourself on his muscular chest, whine about the different angle that makes you even more sensitive

whimper his name over and over again like a Mantra

babbling dirty things that comes into your sex-focused mind

"Oh my god, oh my- Jimin, oh god, your cock feels so good in my pussy, w-when you going to fuck me like that I'll be able to cum without touching my clit, oh fuck! Please, keep fucking me like that, that feels so good, I've never get fucked so damn good, I love your cock!"

Just the thought, those words could come over your lips makes him cum so hard and so much, that his cum is spread all over his bare, sweaty chest

he needs some minutes to calm down and to catch his breath again

then he realised what he has done

he literally fucked the shit out of you and wrecked your pussy in this fantasy and he came so freaking fast only because thinking that you're the one riding his cock

at this point he already knew it's not going to change anymore

how the heck should he behave around you, when you're coming over tonight?!

Taehyung

like I said in my first post, everything started with innocent... well not so innocent dreams

at first he didn't even remember the content of his dreams

but with every time it happens, he remember more and more of his fantasies

one particular is, when you're tied down to the headboard under him, all whiny and squirming while he fucks you with slow deep thrusts, hitting that sweet spot in your body all the time

then he takes the hitachi massager next to you in his hand and press it onto your clit, watching you in pure fascination when you're about to reach your high within seconds

but then taking the vibrator away and hold his cock still in your pussy until you calmed down again

and then the game starts from the beginning...

...his boxer briefs and pyjama pants are wet and stained in the mornings, sometimes he came so much in his dreams that even the bed sheets are ruined

the boys are confused why Tae starts changing his sheets so often

but when they asked he just spat back at them that's not their business

but after some time he came to Jimin and ask him for advice how to deal with this situation and that he feels helpless and ashamed

that he has such thoughts about his best friend

and then in dreams where he can't control these fantasies and his body too

but Jimin didn't laugh, he listened patiently and carefully to Taehyung

then he tried to calm him down, that these things just happen and you can't do anything against it

Jiminie blush a little bit and then reveal his own story when it comes to indecent thoughts about a person you like (a little bit more than usual)

"I hope it doesn't sounds weird to you... but maybe you can stop the wet dreams a little bit when you... when you take care of your fantasies properly before you're going to sleep, you know?"

"You think, I should jack off to my best friend?"

"Well, we all see two miles away that you developed a crush on Y/N. That's why we're all not surprised that you wash your sheets so excessively , we're not stupid and knew pretty fast it's because of unpleasant thoughts at night."

"Wait... all of them knows about it?!"

"Yep, Tae. We all know it, but it's completely fine. We all dealed with it while puberty and when someone has a crush on somebody... well, let's say, everyone here experienced that problem too. By the way, Hobi gave me this tip to jerk off before going to bed. Maybe it'll works dor you too?"

Jungkook

he's the youngest of them, that's why I think he'd be still the one who is the most badly affected by flirtatious or playful alluring outfits, dirty jokes etc.

just an example: you stay over the night in the dorm, coming in the morning into the kitchen to get a glass of water for yourself. You think everything is fine until you hear someone chokes badly behind you... poor Kookie chokes on his cornflakes because you're just standing infront of him in a top and (in his opinion) super short pyjama-shorts...

compared to the others he could get erotic thoughts pretty fast without wanting it

like really.

he's suffering and don't know at first how to deal with it

thinks having such thoughts about an other person is super rude and try to avoid them

feels like a Deja-Vu with his puberty where sexual hormones sexualize literally everything

and that's a sensitive spot for him, he's sick being always the "baby of the group" (he knows he'll always be anyway bc he's the youngest)

he wants to be seen as a mature grown up man finally, that's also why he works out so much

there are two fantasies that makes him instantly hard:

1. Imagine you riding moaning and whining his muscular thigh and whenever he flexs this thick thigh muscle, your clit grinds right over it. Your hands wandering over his defined abs and pecks, try to find a spot to support yourself, seeing your eyes full of lust and desperation, seeing this hunger for a real man like him in your eyes...

that keeps him always going when he works out and push his limits

2. this Scenario in his head kills him always: He's fucking you right into the mattress, finding all these good spots of your pussy to tease the shit out of you... plus his stamina is legendary, you'll end sobbing and crying that you can't cum anymore, that your pussy and your clit is oversensitive... the cherry in top would be, when you try to keep hold of all this pleasure and grip his flexing biceps tightly as if you're drowning and whining his name...

...what ultimately change into "Daddy"... that would gives him such an Ego-Boost, that he's your Daddy, that he's your man and not only "cute boy" anymore!

[jokerownsmysoul]

lovely shades of you

Summary: Arthur x Shy S/O Headcanon

Content: soft, fluff

Warnings: nothing sksk

Word count: 2624

Request: I don't know if this has been done or if it may be hard to write i apologize and um u don't have to do it but maybe an extremely shy female s/o with Arthur?

Request: Hi there! Can you do an hc where the reader is a shy person towards strangers but she's really fun to talk to and she has a great sense of humour once she gets close to people?

A/N: I received these two requests and being very similar I decided to combine them, I hope you don’t mind <3 I’m sorry I took so long, I hope it was worth the wait. Also I’m still very shaky with Hc lmao I truly hope you enjoy it <33

Tag list: @arthurflecksgirl, @octopus-plasma, @weebkyun

A/N: english is not my first language so I apologize for any typos, I’m still learning.

Your relationship was very challenging at the beginning.

You were – are – a very shy person, especially with those you have no confidence with, and Arthur, though he wasn’t as shy as you, still was a man totally inexperienced in love and this led him to be more clumsy than he already was.

Actually you both are still wondering how your lives got mixed up with one another and how you managed to date each other, so shy were you.

Your paths met at Pogo’s one spring evening.

You still remembered the long work day you had to go through and how exhausted you were; the typical tiredness that, you were sure, a pleasant evening at Pogo’s would surely have waned your tiredness even if in the slightest, hoping to wash away the remains of a day you didn’t want to remember.

You noticed Arthur’s presence when the stand-up comedian started performing and Arthur started laughing by following different times and rhythms than the rest of the audience; for some reasons, which you still can’t explain to yourself, this behavior intrigued you, pushing you to turn around and look at the man who this laugh belonged to; a laugh that, you were sure, didn’t bring with it even a little bit of happiness, but only pain.

He was writing in a book completely alone, sitting at a table close enough to the stage, and you kept watching him all night, in secret, as if your presence didn’t need to be revealed.

You were so impressed by this lonely man who seemed hidden by the world, who sat at the first tables but at the same time seemed to have been noticed by no one despite he laughed unevenly compared to other and who seemed to appreciate the same sense of humor you had, that you started going to Pogo’s every night hoping to see him again.

Arthur, for his part, knew quite well this place, the people he met and the familiar faces that came across his way; it was inevitable he’d noticed your presence which day by day became more and more tangible in there.

He noticed a figure who was always on the sidelines, as if your presence in this place was a secret that no one should find out.

You always chose the farther tables from the stage and closest to the exit door, as if you wanted to be sure that you could have left in any moment without too much effort and to pull yourself away from others, hoping that no one would notice your presence there.

Not Arthur, no. He had noticed it.

He had noticed you, and just like you, even though he spend already plenty of time at this place, he started going to Pogo’s in the hope that you would have been there.

Although both of you tried not to be noticed by the other while you were staring each other, it took little time for your eyes to cross.

As much as it took only a second for both of you to recognize in the other a similar light that shone in the same way as your own; you recognized in the other something that had always been in both of your soul as if you were two lights that if mixed together could have been only stronger.

You looked at each other from afar for days as if you both were an unreachable dream of the other. You both felt the weight of the other’s eyes on your bodies and the silent communication that was taking place between you, which day after day became more and more tactile.

Yet none of you dared to make the first move.

The fact that both of you were so clumsy at first created an unspoken game between the two of you for which you both hoped that the other would draw near to you, ending that play of looks which you were both aware of.

You craved one another, yet both of you were afraid of rejection and shy enough to choose to remain in this unchangeable situation rather than approach to the other for real.

When Arthur finally found the courage to approach you, nothing had changed.

He approached you at a slow pace to allow you to go away if you had wanted to, with the fear hidden in his eyes of being rejected and recognizing to himself that his paranoia was true and that the fact that you, of all people, had looked at him in all this time, was another illusion he’d been feeding on for days, a daydream he didn’t want to wake up from.

You couldn’t have said which of the two of you was more blushing every time you looked at each other’s eyes.

You were already dating when one afternoon you were walking together in the streets of a Gotham that this night looked less gloomy than usual.

Arthur was looking at you with the corner of his eye. You kept your head down to look at your feet or up to look at the sky so you would never meet the eyes of every passers-by who crossed your way. With your hair you tried to hide your face as much as possible, your hands kept hidden by the long sleeves of your clothes and the presence of Arthur so close to you made you blushed, provoking in your cheeks a bright red blushing as if next to you there was a hidden ghost who constantly complimented you.

You moved in the shadows as if you wanted the world not to notice your presence, but enough on the surface hoping that Arthur would read in your red cheeks the need to feel his touch.

You wanted to avoid any kind of interaction with others and left unseen, protected in your world.

Unseen, except from him.

Gotham was a chaotic and noisy city, people were bold and cruel, but not you.

In you he had recognized a confidential nature and a kindness that he had never seen in any other person encountered in his life.

He had noticed your gentle attitude and your way of walking in the world by tiptoeing and the only thing he could think about at that moment was the desperate urge he had to kiss you and the fear he felt pressing on his bones and on the pit of his stomach that you would have sent him away.

The desire you both felt for each other at that moment resonated around you and emerged from your souls as an ultrasound that only you could hear. 

Both of you were aware that no matter how stuck in your fears you were that was a wish you couldn’t resist any longer, when Arthur made an endless sigh and in a graceful movement held your hand in his.

You turned to him when you felt his warm skin on yours, caught by a pleasant and sudden tremor throughout your body. The same blush that you had on your cheeks at that moment now also was covering his own as he stopped on the street, held back by a desire he could no longer carried within himself and leading you to stop, his hand still in yours in a soft grasp. 

“What’s wrong, Arthur?”. He looked at you intensely and swore to himself that your red cheeks were his favorite color. “Y/N. I…”

He shrugged in his shoulders as he rubbed his face with his other hand. He could feel your confused and worried look on him as he hoped to absorb all the courage he had never had in his life to take a step forward with you. “There is… there is something I want to do. I... "

Arthur’s eyes were making a graceful movement from your eyes to your mouth and from your mouth to your eyes, then he stared at the asphalt rubbing his hair with a nervous and hasty gesture.

He didn’t know how to get closer, he didn’t know if you would have accepted his touch, he was afraid it was too soon or he would have scared you.

You caught in the movements of his eyes the unspoken desire that his body language had failed to hid and at that moment was unintentionally suggesting to you what he was craving for.

You smiled knowing as you placed your free hand on his arm to hold him in place, hoping to give him some comfort in a reassuring gesture and trying not to let through this gesture all the tension you were feeling up to your bones. "It's okay, Arthur. You can... You can do it."

Arthur lifted up his face to look at you and bent his forehead in an astonished expression. "Did you-. May I?"

"Yeah, I- I mean, if you want..."

Now you were the one looking at the asphalt, hoping to be able to hide the fire you felt on your cheeks and hide yourself from his emerald green eyes that took your breath away as much as they made you breathe at the same time.

You were still staring at the asphalt when Arthur approached you kindly, as if he was waiting for the last remnants of a fear that had not yet completely passed away within him to go away while he was erasing the distance between you two.

He brought his trembling hand on your face and with his forefinger lifted your chin as he approached you slowly, on his fingers he felt your skin trembling with the same rhythm as his. You were both carried by a dance of clumsiness and uncertainty that from the tremor of your skin reached your red cheeks.

He then, finally, laid his lips on yours lightly, touched you gently as if he was afraid of violating the world you were protecting yourself from.

Actually, Arthur was the only person whose presence you loved to have beside you and he was the only person who loved everything about you, even, and especially, all your shyness that made you who you are and that also recognized within himself.

He pulled himself away from you shortly after to study your expression and try to analyze your thoughts. Would you have rejected him? Did he do something wrong? Did his kiss made you change your mind about him?

Your body had been electrified by his lips and to his surprise you started to chuckle one, two, three times, while the bewilderment of Arthur took place on his eyes.

"You’re stealing my role!" You said between one chuckle and another as you carried your hand over his cheek, caressing it gently with your thumb. "I'm usually the only one who blushes that much." You said with your eyes focused on Arthur’s burning cheek; he released a soft laugh from his lips through which even his previous fear had vanished. "Yeah... and usually I'm the only one who makes these kind of jokes."

One was the extension of the other, and you both found in the other something that you recognized to be in you in all this time.

Your gestures always carried with them a carelessness and an irony you both knew well, that you had to learn and to discover at the beginning of your relationship, of which you couldn’t have lived without.

Especially in the early days, when you were still getting used to the presence of the other, when the desire you both felt was stronger than your shyness and expanded through you by laughing together.

In fact it was a beautiful disaster the mutual shyness that was between you because it had made your relationship even more sparkling.

Arthur was the only person who let you slowly approach him by taking your time and loved your shyness with all of himself.

There was nothing about you he didn’t love, actually.

He loved when you were too shy to tell him I love you so you wrote it on the back of his hands using the fingertips of your hands and getting a red smile from him, who each time he couldn’t help but answer you with an I love you too in the same way, or even better by writing it on your lips with his.

He loved when you made him find love letters scattered around the apartment with words you could never say by looking him in the eyes, letters that you have not stopped hiding under his pillow or under the plate where he eats even now, now that you are comfortable with him; you could never breath without seeing the stars in his eyes shining as he read the words of your love dedicated to him, and to him only.

He loved your clumsy and silent caresses which sought him softly and which he could always listen.

He has always been able to listen to the language of your shyness, and you were always grateful for it.

He loved more than anything to notice how day by day your shyness had begun to melt and the ways in which you had turned to him became increasingly intimate and spontaneous, revealing a part of yourself that had always been hidden by that veil of shyness that with him, only with him, carried by his love and his daily presence, got shorter and shorter until it had disappeared.

And he loved that behind this veil of shyness hid a thunderous and ringing laughter that created a sweet and magnetic contrast with your quiet and calm attitude, a laughter that you, day by day, allowed him to hear completely.

He loved the thunderous laughter you only gave to the few people you felt comfortable with and he loved the fact that he was one of them.

To him every moment you spend together was the right moment to tell you a joke and the evenings spent watching Live With Murray Franklin by mixing your synchronized laughters at the sound of the same jokes, he started to love them more to hear you laugh and let you yourself tell him a joke rather than to watch the show itself.

Thanks to you Arthur had learned what it meant to laugh with someone and what it meant to have someone around who knows how to laugh at the world the same way of his.

It became part of your daily life as a couple to read Arthur’s jokes out loud and compete one another in who was better and who invented the funniest jokes. In his opinion you were always the winner and Arthur loved that.

Through your relationship you were both rediscovering yourselves and growing together.

Despite that, there were things neither of you could live without.

You kept writing I love you with your fingers on his skin and to sow love letters in the apartment making him find them as if they were a treasure hunt. When you walked holding hands you continued to avoid the eyes of passers-by but this time, instead of hiding your face with your hair or looking at the sky or the asphalt, you always looked at the only person you could ever love. Arthur.

Your shyness would never have gone away, and it still remains rooted in you by painting your red cheeks every day, but it had become less and less present as you stood beside him, loved him. And Arthur, for his part, through your shyness had learned to smooth the edges of his insecurities.

The one had taught the other to feel comfortable with each other’s presence without losing what made you both fall in love and that lead you both to recognize one another among a thousand.

[pocket-clown]

Breaking up with Arthur Fleck | angst, optional fluff

// original request: Hello! I was just wondering if you’d be interested in doing some breakup headcanons? It could have a happy ending if you want, I just love angst lol. But I totally understand if this isn’t something you’re interested in writing.

AN: I’ve been writing a ton of angst lately, and this shit h u r t e d to write. I included two endings; the first is a happy and (somewhat) fluffy ending, the second is an unhappy, angsty ending, so everyone can choose which end they want ‘cause I know some people dislike angst without a happy end.

thank you for the request, anon!

Words: 3,240 (for all three parts together)

You loved Arthur, and he loved you. 

Neither of you had ever, in the entirety of your lives, felt such strong feelings of pure adoration and love for anyone else like you did for each other. 

You saw each other at the best and worst of times; you saw your respective quirks, your strengths, your flaws - you saw each other for who you really were, and you still pulled each other close and let each other in to your own unique, yet strangely similar worlds. 

You had never felt so safe, so secure, so loved before in your life, and you tried so hard to return those feelings tenfold.

And that’s why it hurt so, so badly. 

You and Arthur loved each other, and with that love came the desire to help, the desire to guide the other through the tunnel to the light - the desire to fix. 

You loved Arthur in his entirety; his positive and negative aspects made him him, and you knew that he had deep-seeded issues so embedded in his psyche that he'd most likely spend the majority of the rest of his life in therapy, and while you didn't have it as bad, you had your own fair share of traumas, struggles, and shortcomings. You didn't want to fix each other in the sense that you viewed the other as something broken, rather you wanted to fix what was hurting the other, thus relieving them of their pain. 

Yes, you loved each other, but love could not fix. Love could not cure - and as time went on, you began to question your relationship with Arthur and reevaluate who you really were and your place in his life. 

- You began to wonder if maybe, maybe, you were in the way of things. 

So often did Arthur work himself into a frenzy over you; his concern for not only the well being of his mother but now yours as well often left him neglecting himself rather severely. His concern with making sure you and your needs were taken care of was so sweet and selfless, but at the same time rarely did he ever do the same for himself. 

You tried equally as hard to care for him; you stressed and worried, you picked up extra hours at work so you could help him with bills - you wanted nothing more than to return that same level of love and devotion. You'd get left burnt out, exhausted mentally and physically but you were okay with it, to a degree - relationships needed work, and you wanted nothing but the best for him. 

But as time went on, it became harder and harder to watch how hard Arthur pushed himself. It, at times, was devastating to see how sore and exhausted he was, and then for him to minimize how stressed he was just to make sure you were okay, broke your heart. 

You loved Arthur and he loved you, but you started to wonder if maybe he'd be better off not in a relationship with you. Had it not been for you, then perhaps he could work on himself and work on overcoming what struggles he had without you and your needs in the way. Yes, you loved him - but you wanted what was best for him, and a quiet, hissing little voice in the back of your mind said that you were what was worst for him. He needed to focus on himself, and you felt you were in the way of that. 

As usual, so in tune with you and your emotions, Arthur immediately noticed your silence and withdrawal, and you watched with a pained heart as he fret about it. You could see the gears in his head working overtime as he tried to piece together the puzzle of the Whos, Whats, Wheres, and Whys of what went wrong - as he tried to figure out what he did wrong, so he could fix it. 

Like the sweet, sweet man that is Arthur, he did everything in his power to bring you back. He became overly, tooth-rottingly sweet; your name was almost forgone entirely and you became known almost solely as his love, his sweetheart, his darling. Each time you visited his apartment from your own you noticed how it was tidier than the last time, and he even tried to cook for you on a few occasions. He read his new material to you as quickly as it filled his journal, and told you as often as he could, sometimes even seconds apart, that he loved you.

Each increasingly gentle and affectionate kiss and touch from him only fed your love for him - but in doing that, did it add more fuel to the fire that was your guilt for essentially robbing him of what he deserved. You couldn't help but feel that you were undeserving - that you were unworthy of someone as loving as Arthur. 

You wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with Arthur, but you felt that all you did was add more to his plate. You felt that your presence in his life just added more stress and more for him to worry about, and both of those just added more in the way of his progress. 

The breakup is sad, messy, and abrupt; even just the way the words felt leaving your mouth as the two of you sat watching a late Murray rerun one night made you feel sick to your stomach; 

"I think we should break up." 

Your voice was so small and hushed that you weren’t sure if he even heard you, but it seemed that it just took a moment for the weight of the words and the fact that you had even made that statement to fully settle. Arthur turned to you, his eyes wide and eyebrows knit, a look of complete shock and utter heartbreak on his face - "Y/N - honey - what?" 

"I've just -” You paused to take a deep breath, knowing that there was no taking back what you were about to say. “I've been doing a lot of thinking, and… and I don't think it's good for us to be together, Arthur." 

Despite not looking at him from your spot on the far end of the couch, you could feel his eyes boring into you and you pleaded with whatever higher power there was that he wouldn't be hurt - that he wouldn't get upset, that he could just accept it and move on - 

But you were an idiot for thinking that. You were too in love, too drawn to each other for either of you to take the prospect of a breakup without any hurt, tears, or resistance. 

"Please, Y/N, please -" Arthur quickly scoot closer to you, subsequently closing the gap that was between your bodies, and he placed his hand on your thigh - but you pulled away, far too ashamed of yourself to let him touch you. "Please, sweetheart, why are you saying that? Tell me what's wrong, tell me so I can fix it - what did I do?" 

Rarely did Arthur ever cry; most of his stress, his anxiety, his upset - the majority of his angst manifested in those painful laughing fits that took him, and while crying did often happen along with them, for Arthur to just cry shattered your heart and crushed the pieces. He was not a noisy crier in the slightest, but you didn't need to look at him to know that he was tearful; his sniffling, and the tremulous, raw tone of his voice told you he was on the verge of a total meltdown and you squeezed your eyes shut in response to tears of your own, trying so hard to ignore the comforting feeling of his hand cupping your face in an attempt to coax you into looking at him as he whispered to you.

"M-My love, please - please don't leave me, please don't say that, I'll fix whatever it is - I'll do better, I'll be better, just please, Y/N, I love you…" 

He was rambling at this point, tripping over his words as his voice trembled in his attempt to piece together his thoughts coherently and fight to keep himself from losing it. You could feel his breath against your face, rapid and uneven, and for each sniffle from him did you squeeze your eyes shut tighter against the burning threat of your own tears. 

Which was fruitless. "That's the thing, Arthur…" The second you opened your mouth did the tears pour from your eyes, and you turned your head away when he reached up to try and wipe them away. "We can't - you can't - fix things! I love you so, so much Arthur, but we can't fix each other. Seeing you get so hurt and stressed because you're worried about me is - it's too much. It's unhealthy and it's just going to hurt us more." With your words did you stand up, a step to the right so you could sit on the arm of the couch, facing away from him. 

He remained silent, and you took that as your cue to continue. "We shouldn't be together because we just get too worked up over the other, and you can't focus on yourself - you can't take care of yourself - because I'm just in the way. 

"Oh, Y/N - that is not true!" Arthur jumped up from his spot, rounding the couch so he could stand in front of you. "Don't you - don't you dare think that you're anything bad to me -!"

He was shouting, but you knew it wasn’t coming from a place of anger. "You're going to wake your mom up, Art."

"I don't care about that - I care about this, I care about you, Y/N! I love you - please, please, sweetheart, please let me fix it, please - " Before you could respond, Arthur crumpled down onto his knees in front of you, his hands coming to rest on your own in your lap. The touch from him was enough to finally bring you to look at him, and the look on his face could've killed you; his cheeks were stained with tears, his eyes were glassy, his nose red and his bottom lip quivering - never in your time with him had you seen him so distressed, and knowing that you were the cause of it made you hate yourself. You knew you needed to end it fast before things got any worse; the last thing you wanted was to drag it on and on and on and end up hurting him even more.

"I'm sorry - I made my decision… I love you but I can't do this, Arthur, it isn't going to work."

And with that, you were gone. Your sweater was plucked from the coathanger by the door, and you didn't bother even putting your shoes on, instead just scooping them up as pushing the door open as you did so. You ignored how cold and filthy the hallway floor of the complex felt against your socked feet, just like you ignored how badly the lump in your throat hurt from your attempts at staving off your sobs, just like you ignored how Arthur called your name just as you rounded the corner, down into the stairwell. 

After that night, you only ever left your apartment for work, and you left and returned at odd hours because you knew that Arthur would be waiting at your usual time and you couldn't stomach the thought of seeing him. 

And how it hurt to feel that way. Your stomach was in knots constantly, and day in and day out were you a shaky, anxious mess of an impending total shutdown. How terribly you missed Arthur; you felt like you had literally lost a part of you, and you felt sick with worry over how he was coping. You were still so madly in love with the man who made you feel at home for once in your life, but you couldn't help but feel that maybe this was for the better. 

Days off were spent restless in bed, and nights were sleepless. Once upon a time, had you found yourself unable to sleep would you have then gone to Arthur's apartment knowing fully that he was most likely awake as well, and the two of you would spend the next two, three, four hours on his couch, limbs tangled and heads cradled on the shoulders of the other until you were both tired enough to sleep, parting so reluctantly despite knowing you’d be seeing each other again in a mere few hours.

But you no longer had the luxury that was Arthur Fleck's presence. His apartment was two floors above your own, and knowing that he was so close was simultaneously so painful yet so comforting that sometimes you'd have to stop yourself from running up there and begging for him to take you back. Any time you, for whatever reason, found yourself in the hallway did you swear you could you sometimes catch a faint breeze of the scent of the brand of cigarettes he smoked and it comforted you; making you hope that it wasn't just wafting down from upstairs, but that he had actually come by. 

The break up never got easier, but dealing with it did. About three weeks had passed, and while your heart was still struggling to pull through with the absence of him, you were managing.

Good End: 

Until late one insomnia-ridden night when you were up, watching something on television half-past one in the morning and you heard a peculiar sound. 

It was a gentle, brief scraping sound, followed by a soft pat. Initially, you assumed it was a mouse or rat running rampant in your apartment, so when you stood up to switch on the lamp to get a better look around did you realize what it actually was. 

Under your door was an envelope. Stark white against the dingy mat that was most likely older than you were that came with your apartment, and from your spot could you just make out Arthur's neatly-messy handwriting on the front of it - "Y/N". 

You slapped your hand over your mouth to muffle how pathetically you whimpered, and after taking a look through the peephole to make sure he wasn't out there and that the coast was clear, you slumped down against the door, your fingers carefully peeling open the envelope as if it were made from such delicately fine paper that even a shred of force would tear it. 

The first thing you noticed was how the margins of the paper (which you realized had been torn from his journal, meaning he probably wrote multiple drafts to get it right) were absolutely filled with hearts and smiley faces; towards the bottom, a sad face had been drawn, the words "me when your gon" under it, and a similar note under a nearby smiley face reading "me with you". 

The waterworks flowed after that; tears falling from your eyes in such haste that you couldn't wipe them in time to keep them from falling onto the letter in your hands. Arthur's true, raw feelings had been poured out; sentence after sentence about how he loved you so much, how you made him feel so happy, and how hearing you laugh at his jokes made his bad days feel good. 

In his own unique way that was so Arthur did he tell you that you made things better for him, not worse; you gave him something to think about, something to look at and focus on; “your vary prety”, “your smile makes my hart feel warm”, “you make things eazer eazier”, “you help me a lot”, “i love you vary much”, that you weren't a distraction from him getting better - if anything, you distracted him from the bad sometimes. No, his negative thoughts were always going to be there and sometimes nothing could be done to help them, but having you by his side helped. 

You felt so fucking selfish for how you ended things. You hadn’t even stopped to think or ask how Arthur felt about it; instead, you just shut yourself off from him with your insecurities and negative thoughts and broke his heart so abruptly that he was left blindsided. You were disgusted with yourself, but that didn’t matter - what mattered to you was how much Arthur loved you, and how you needed to let him know how much you loved him.

No, love couldn’t fix. Love couldn’t cure. But from love came support and understanding, and those were two stepping stones to getting, at least mildly, better. You loved Arthur, and he loved you, and so paying no mind to how late it was getting you sat on the edge of your couch, paper and pen flat on your coffee table, and started on your response.

Bad End: 

You were managing, until he started showing up at your apartment and your place of work. Though for the latter he'd never, ever go in - but if you glanced up and out the window at the right time, you'd be able to catch a brief glimpse of beige as he ducked behind a corner, and occasionally on your commute home would that familiar, evocative scent of the smoke from his cigarettes seem to trail you. 

It wasn't daily that he'd show up at your apartment, rather only a handful of times a week, and each time would he knock; four, five, six gentle raps of his knuckles against the chipping metal door - but you'd ignore it. You'd pretend that you weren't home, that you were sleeping, that you just didn't hear it - but Arthur wasn't stupid. Arthur wasn't that naïve. He knew you were home, and he knew you were ignoring him, and every bit of you - your heart, your brain, your legs, your hands - every bit screamed and pleaded with you to open the door and let him in - but you couldn't. You couldn't. It was too late for anything. 

As the days dragged on, you found yourself ignoring even phone calls. Had it been work calling you'd be in trouble, but you told yourself that in that instance would you lie and say your phone was broken - but you knew it wasn't work. You knew it was Arthur, and you felt like such a cruel, vile person for so blatantly ignoring him when he was trying so damn hard to reach out to you. 

As days turned to weeks, and weeks to a month, you found yourself wondering which hurt worse; so outright ignoring the man you loved as he tried so desperately to reach you and probably making him think you hated him - or the fact that his attempts at doing so were beginning to steadily decrease. 

What were once almost daily visits to your apartment, nightly calls, and weekly stops at your work dwindled down to only once or twice a week, then only three or four times a month - then to nothing. The scent of lingering smoke dissipated, and the only time you ever saw him was if you caught brief glimpses of that beige sweater you had loved so much in public, or if your subconscious tormented you sadistically with tender dreams about the life you could've had with the man you swore you'd marry. 

But it was too late. 

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Headcanons or scenario about Michael, Thomas, and Bubba having a chubby s/o who says they're too heavy to be picked up!!

A/n: Oh, sure thing bb, I do hope you don’t mind me adding Jason in here as well, I couldn’t resist!

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Michael

First of all, have you seen how big Michael is? Not only is he huge, but he’s also inhumanly strong.

Another thing to note is that you should never tell Michael he isn’t capable of doing something. This is because he will do it anyways just to spite you, and also to prove that he can. Believe it or not, Michael still has that boyish urge to do something dumb or dangerous things just because someone told him he couldn’t.

Especially, you telling him he couldn’t. Because Michael actually cares about your opinion, sometimes at least. He’s trying.

So, off your feet, you go! He’s picking you up whether you like it or not, squirming is ineffective and will only make him hold you tighter until you cease your infernal wiggling. Once you realize that he is holding you well above the ground and not even struggling, you just gape, because no one else has been able to pick you up before.

Your weight was something that made you self-consciously aware of being harder to lift than others, but it’s a real dream to have finally found someone that could probably carry you on his shoulders if you begged him enough.

Expect Michael to pick you up whenever you’re feeling particularly anxious about your body, he can’t really put comfort into words, so it’s the only way he knows how to assure you that you’re never “too heavy” for him.

Thomas

Thomas is a big man, and not only is he a giant, but also one who is used to hauling around multiple bodies, dead or squirming on an almost daily basis. He has a lot of muscle in his arms and back from all the heavy lifting he does, so picking you up will never occur to him as a challenge, no matter how thick you are.

Firstly, Thomas is a butcher, and therefore can appreciate you having extra weight. He shows this appreciation constantly, touching, holding, squeezing. He can’t get enough of touching you, he’s gonna carry you and you’re going to deal with it.

Expressing your concern of being too heavy to carry will only earn raise of a brow and then he’ll lift you higher, the more you squirm and warn him that he might drop you the more you are encouraging him to prove you wrong. Will literally sweep you up from the ground and raise you up like Simba on that cliff until you’re both giggling like fools, and your inhibitions have vanished.

He’ll only put you down once you accept that you are not heavy at all, and admit that he can pick you up.

Thomas carries you to bed quite frequently actually, since you tend to drift off in the basement waiting for him to finish up or “rest your eyes for a few seconds” on the couch during family movie night. Hell, you could simply say you’re too lazy to walk and he will Piggyback you around without hesitation. No matter how heavy you think you are, to him, it’s like carrying a pillow.

Bubba

It’s no secret that Bubba is a big boy himself, not only that but he’s hella strong too. He has to carry bodies around daily, normally more than one, and not always limp ones. He may be chubby and soft everywhere else, but he has a lot of back and arm muscle from hoisting corpses over his shoulder and running around with a heavy chainsaw.

Have you seen how fast he can chase somebody with that thing? That takes a lot of stamina for one, and quite a bit of upper body strength. So the moment you squirm away and try to explain that you’re probably too heavy for him to carry, Bubba’s going to be confused, whining and babbling in his own gibberish language to protest your claim.

For one, It’s hard to say ‘no’ to Bubba, and you will probably just have to admit defeat and let him try to pick you up. You are choking on your own spit when he sweeps you up off your feet and slings you over his shoulder like he would a victim, more gently of course, but still a surprising display of his strength.

Bubba likes carrying you around because it always makes you giggle and playful, and he loves making you laugh, he loves being able to joke around with someone while simultaneously making them feel good about themselves. Carrying you allows him to do both, and plus, Bubba really just loves touching you. Holding, snuggling, carrying, it’s all affection Bubba feeds on, he’s such a cuddle bug!

Just let him carry you, you are far from “too heavy” for him, and he won’t let you think otherwise.

Jason

Jason could likely carry you with one arm like you weigh nothing but air, he is very aware of his strength and knows how to use it well. Jason will carry you a lot, actually. He gets very paranoid about you accidentally stepping on traps when you’re out and about, especially in the dark, so don’t be surprised if he just picks you up bridal style, hoists you onto his shoulders, or piggybacks you back to your cabin.

He doesn’t like making you uncomfortable though, so the first time he attempts it and you freak out he will probably back off thinking he’s hurt you. Jason is beyond confused when you express feeling you are too heavy for him to carry, he just huffs, puffing out his chest and raising you up over his head without even the slightest bit of effort.

“Okay! Okay! I get it! You’re strong enough, just… put me down now…” Jason ignores you, settling you in his arms and carries you back home.

Once you become comfortable with being carried, feel free to be playful with it. Jason may have a hard time adjusting to controlling his strength when you want to rough house or play wrestle, but he won’t say no. Just jump on his back and listen to his quiet chuckles, he really loves you.

If you are ever injured, feeling sick, or simply looking a bit too tired, Jason is probably going to want to carry you from place to place if you let him. You’ll have to remind him that you do have legs of your own and that you like to have independence sometimes or else you might end up losing exercise with the frequency of being swept off your feet by your oversized teddy bear.

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[theshinobiway]

Neji Hyuga — Birthday Headcanons & Bonus Fic

In honor of Neji’s birthday, here are some original headcanons about spending a special birthday with Neji. Because his mother was never mentioned in the anime/manga (whereas Hinata’s at least had an anime picture cameo), for the purposes of these headcanons, Neji’s mother died during his birth.

Headcanons: Neji’s Birthday

Ø  It’s not surprising in the slightest, but Neji doesn’t make a big deal out of his birthday. In fact, figuring out when his birthday even is can be a hassle.

Ø  He doesn’t expect others to make a big deal out it either, despite his team going far out of their way to make his birthday special.

Ø  If Hinata got a chance to slip away and see him (Pre-Hyuga Affair), she would slip him pieces of candy or some small toy she thought he would like. Neji never had a preference for sweets and preferred training over toys, but he loved his cousin and would accept them with a huge smile on his face regardless. When they repair their relationship, she finds, sometimes crafts more thoughtful gifts for him. Neji’s favorite is a knitted blanket—simple, gray, and unbelievably warm—and it finds its way into his bed every year when the winter comes through the aged compound, bringing cold drafts that no longer reach his slumber.

Ø  The first time his team ever threw a surprise party for Neji, he thought he was being ambushed and Lee wound up spending the rest of his night with half his chakra points blocked and a huge ice pack over his right eye. Was he downtrodden? Nope. “Always prepared for an attack, even on his birthday! I would expect nothing less of my rival!” Lee wears the ice pack with pride and is sure to brag to anyone in his vicinity that the birthday boy is the “most talented genius” in Konoha.

Ø  Throwing a surprise birthday for Neji is embarrassing, but he’s a professional at keeping his composure in public. He’s uncomfortable with the attention, but if it’s most of the Konoha 12 as well as yourself, he’ll warm up, finding himself mild enjoyment at watching Lee and Naruto’s shenanigans play out. Of course, they’ll try to one-up each other on Neji’s behalf to give him the better gift, experience—you name it—and Neji will merely chuckle from his corner of the room, secretly touched that he is surrounded by friends that care for him this much. His younger self would have never dreamed of this.

Ø  Every birthday is accompanied by a visit to a familiar old soba place where he buys two bowls of soba and eats quietly at the same table in the corner of the shop. He only eats one.

Ø  When you want to spend time with him on his birthday, Neji’s hesitant. He loves to spend time with you, but any birthday for him is…melancholy at best. He may not want to open up about his yearly birthday tradition, and he’s never sure how to receive gifts.

Ø  Sometimes he’ll be away for a mission on his birthday, but don’t be afraid to give him early/late gifts and still make time for him. It’s not about the day for him, but more so that if he does anything on his birthday, he just wants to spend time with people that he cares for.

Ø  Spending time with Neji is, in his opinion, the best gift. ‘Quality Time’ is his love language after all. Just having the day off from missions or responsibilities gives him the rare opportunity to relax. He might be a bit more of a homebody that day, but your presence alone fills his heart with joy.

Ø  You can tell he sincerely cares for you if he willingly takes you to the soba shop on this particular day. That’s all that needs to be said.

Ø  If you insist on spoiling Neji with things you know he loves on his birthday (a shoulder massage, making meals for him, the right gifts, sweet gestures of love, taking him somewhere relaxing but special) he won’t know what to do with himself. He’ll be flustered and insist you don’t have to, but hush him and do it anyway.

Ø  Spoiling Neji makes him fall head over heels for you—again and again. He puts the most weight in someone’s actions, and yours make him feel…special. Cherished. He isn’t familiar with that feeling, but he knows that his heart is fuller than it has ever been, and he feels weight behind his eyes as he looks at you, though not from impending tears. He loves you, and that’s as far as his thoughts can process when you’re there with him.

Neji Reacts to the Following Gifts Accordingly:

Ø  The Best Gifts: Neji appreciates someone who goes out of their way to gift him a book or item he had been considering recently. If you find a special blend of tea for him (hopefully on the bitter side) you can pull some excitement from the otherwise stoic man—his eyes will widen for a moment, the corners of his lips pull up, and he’ll chuckle—that’s about as excited as he usually gets. If you’re dating and you present him with something homemade or meaningful, his heart will melt and the biggest, sincere smile you’ve ever seen will cover his face. Cherish it, because the way he glows with adoration will take your breath away.

Ø  Neutral Gifts: Anyone who wants to get a passable gift for Neji would best get him something practical. He’s fairly spartan in his ownership of things and is a staunch minimalist. Getting him a new set of tools, for example, would be appreciated enough. He’ll politely thank you and give you a small, courteous smile (if he’s older.) Younger Neji will show his appreciation by not tossing it in the garbage.

Ø  The Worst Gifts: When Gai and Lee try to gift him spandex (every year) it goes straight into the nearest fire. Similarly, gifts that could be embarrassing will be bet with a grim expression and forced politeness. Such gifts would be gag gifts, inappropriate items (which accompany a long lecture), or giving him an item you know he hates (like a pumpkin, or pumpkin-flavored items.) Younger Neji will flat-out refuse the gift or throw it in the garbage in front of you.

Ø  Secret Gift: The most surprising reaction you’ll get from him is if you give him flowers: He secretly enjoys having their aroma around his home. He finds them elegant and appreciates their presence in his surroundings, however, giving them to him in public will trigger a very tsundere-like reaction. He’s too well-mannered to toss them away in front of you, but he’ll grumble about having to walk with them. He prefers flowers that have soft colors and a prominent (but not overwhelming) aroma. If you’re in private, he’ll give you ‘the stare’ and take them, muttering about how emasculating it is to gift a man flowers.

And if you’re the assertive type and call him out on resisting a gift he obviously likes just because he has some warped notion of what ‘men’ are allowed to like, he’ll apologize and confirm he actually likes your gift, but appreciates more that he can openly enjoy it around you.

Bonus Scenario: A Grumpy Hyuga Birthday Party

If you asked Neji what he wanted for his birthday, you might have gotten the impression that he loathed the fact that there was even such a day—or that people like yourself even bothered to remind him of it. In fact, why were you here and wasting your time? Birthdays were nothing special. A commemoration of his age, nothing more. Now, with that out of the way, he wanted to be alone.

When he was a child, Neji loved his birthday.

His birthday meant that his father would refrain from attending clan meetings and duties. It was surreal: for a whole day, he could spend time with his favorite person in the world.

The morning of, he shot out of bed to wait eagerly, staring at his bedroom door for a familiar figure that came through, large grin on his aged face, hands full with a little table made just for him.

It was the same routine. For the first few years of his life, Neji would start the day with a special breakfast his father would make for him, before dragging his father to the training field to show him just how much he had improved from the previous year. His father wouldn’t go nearly as hard on him—and Neji complained, of course—but it was because after, Hizashi said they would need the energy for the day’s later activities and games.

In the last year or so of his father’s life, Hizashi would take Neji to a small Soba shop near the compound. They sat in front of the window, and the memory of warm sunlight trickling in over his father, casting wise shadows over a face that he hoped that one day would look on him with pride.  and the taste of the warm, rich broth. This was where he discovered how much he loved soba.

Herring Soba was his father’s favorite dish, and so then it became his.

The day would only end when Neji, with eyelids that were heavy and futilely struggling to remain open, was carried home on his father’s strong, invincible back, every step rocking him to sleep against his will as the skies caught fire in the setting sun.

In the few years following his father’s death, Hiashi found that Neji would always disappear from the compound around lunchtime without a word. Hinata heard some of his complaints at Neji’s lack of consideration for telling the elders where he went when he left, and she found herself wondering just where her usually straight-laced cousin ventured on this day.

Then on one occasion when she was young, Hinata passed through the town on an errand where the faint reflection of Neji caught her eye through a shop’s window.

He sat by himself at the same table, quietly eating soba as a lukewarm bowl sat across from him, untouched.

As he got older and the other family members grew distant from him—Neji was a troublesome child, and he was often in trouble with the main branch for his quick temper—he spent plenty of years on his birthday alone. Hiashi, ever the courteous uncle if even just for appearance’s sake, made sure to have a gift sent to his door every year, and Neji could never quite discern quite why he did it. Regardless, the store-wrapped packages always made their way into the trash before day’s end.

When he finally graduated from the academy, Neji was surprised that Gai made special effort to remember minor details about each of his pupils. The function of an instructor was outlined as professional, and personal attachment was frowned upon. He cursed his luck at having a teacher that went against the rules. When it came to details, Gai knew everything about them—birthdays were no exception.

In fact, when Gai joyfully announced his birthday to the team, a mere two months since their graduation, Neji scowled and grumbled at his sensei for making a big deal about nothing.

Lee caught on to Gai’s enthusiasm, and, thinking nothing of it, insisted they throw a celebration for Neji.

Neji snapped at Lee for even making the suggestion, wanting nothing more than to be left alone.

Tenten did her best to keep the peace, but anyone would have better luck tying rope around water than attempting to halt the rushing tide of Might Gai and his overzealous student.

His chances at escape were bleak from the get-go. When he took his lunch break for training to go to the same shop as he did every year, he wasn’t too surprised when he was followed.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t angry—as the team’s faces were pressed comically to the window, failing at their stealthy attempt to pursue him. He was almost in right mind to leave until Gai slipped through the door, the faint jingle of the bell catching his attention from where he had been incinerating Lee with the white-hot anger in his eyes.

Neji failed at chasing them away, and before he could protest further, Gai ordered a full round of lunch for each of the team, all on him.

“…and one very special bowl of herring soba for my pupil, the great Hyuga Genius’s birthday!” He winked at Neji, who was too aghast at the proclamation to respond in that moment. Gai’s voice bellowed throughout the shop, but instead of disturbing the area, Neji watched as the room began to bustle as Gai’s infectious laughter brought small chuckles and whispers from complete strangers of congratulations for his birthday.

The impermeable, but now jolted Hyuga stuttered out a respectful thank-you to the older patrons, slinking back off to the corner table and wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow him—or actually, his team—up at this very moment. Perhaps a divine act of the heavens is what it would take for Neji to finally get peace.

Neji sat quietly as both his obnoxious teacher and equally obnoxious clone make light conversation, bombarding Neji with an onslaught of ideas about Neji-themed training regiments to compliment the afternoon of their day. Tenten was little help, and Neji could tell by the glint in her eye that some of their activities sounded…fun to her. She wasn’t a very good liar.

As close as he was to carrying them out of the store himself, the meal arrived from the familiar face of the old owner, who bowed respectfully to Neji as his usual delight slid in front of him.

And another in front of the last empty seat at the table.

The team broke into their meal, offering compliments to the bashful owner and continuing their conversation as though nothing had happened.

No one mentioned the empty chair.

When Neji looked at Gai in bewilderment, something shattering behind his eyes, Gai returned a quiet smile to Neji and said nothing more, but only dug into the soup in front of him with a small chuckle.

Neji swallowed. The taste was unremarkable. It meant nothing to him and he felt nothing from it, save for the warmth that melted the permafrost that covered his body as a suit of armor. He knew it was a meaningless routine that only could, for mere moments, relieve that ever-present ache in his chest that he felt every conscious moment of his father’s absence.

It was a feeling he, for once indulged in. Silently, amid the laughter of his friends.

He didn’t know what to think as he marched home that evening. He wanted to fume, to be agitated, to curse at the people that brought him embarrassment on this day in the middle of a shop he frequented and interrupted his customs.

The furthest he got was the agitation that now the day was over.

But as he sat on the engawa that evening, watching the fading orange light reflect on the pond as the fireflies awoke and came through the tall grass, he smiled.

This birthday had been far from lonely.

[nimi0us]

Diavolo & Doppio Dating Headcanons

[This is just cute dating fluff that came from the previous ask that I technically wrote first. This includes Diavolo, mainly cause I love the bastard but also cause I love writing awkward Diavolo.]

Doppio

Clumsy and awkward as Doppio can be, he goes into anything with enthusiasm and a eagerness to succeed. So when he brings up taking you on a date, he's practically bubbly with how hype he is to go out with you. It's definitely not his first date, he's dated around before, but he's always nervous about things not going well. He's aware of his unusual (bad) luck, so he's hoping it doesn't get to him today.

When he greets you at your place, it's with a bouquet of the brightest Red Gerbera Daisies and a smile that can light up the darkest room. Sadly, he nearly crushes the flowers trying to both hug you and hand them over. He apologizes profusely, hoping he didn't mess up your outfit. It's obvious he's a bit anxious, something that doesn't go away regardless of how long you've been dating. 

He prefers fun dates in the day time, so you both can be yourselves without worrying too much about appearances. Dates at the fair, movies at the theater, and even theme parks are what he enjoys the most with you. 

Oddly enough, regardless of where you go, he'll still be a bit over dressed for the occasion. He'll come in a full scuba suit for a casual day at the beach or a button up with a vest and matching tight slacks at the theme park. It's a bit odd, as if he prefers to be covered up and prepared, but he'll brush you off with a giggle if you ask about it. He's lost valuable jewelry on one too many rides you've both been on too, quickly writing it off because he doesn't want the lost to affect the date.

He hyperfocuses on you, giddly asking and answering questions a mile a minute with a tight grip on your hand. He holds you like he'll lose you at any moment and stares like your his whole world when your not looking. 

You'll have to accept that he drags you by the hand wherever he takes you. He moves too fast, forcing you to keep up with him (and his enthusiasm) as you move along. It's not that he's rushing things, he just wants to make sure you both experience as much as possible. 

When he wants to kiss, he suddenly gets cold feet and can't initiate it. What if you aren't that interested? What if you hated the date? What if he's moving too fast? Instead, he'll hold you just a bit closer, placing his head on your shoulders and staring up into your eyes. He's hoping the closeness between you will give you ideas, a push to move forward in a way he's too scared to do himself.

If you pick up on his cues and kiss him? He'll latch onto your lips like a lifeline, delicately placing a hand on your face to hold you close. There's the slightest hum of satisfaction as he moves his lips against yours and, the longer it goes on, the more he chooses to lead. When you finally break away he thanks you with a small smile and noticeable flush on his face. He always thanks you, like he should be grateful for the affection you willingly give.

If you ignore his cues? He's disappointed but still loves to hold you regardless, wistfully sighing near your ears and holding your waist just a bit tighter. He's happy to just be with you in all honesty, listening close to whatever conversation your having with him at the moment. 

Diavolo

While Doppio has more social and romantic experience due to being around other people more, Diavolo's general preference for isolation means he's more socially awkward despite years of casual sex whenever he's in the mood. He tries to cover it up with ego, arrogance, and the flaunting of his wealth but it's obvious by how conversation occasionally lulls that he has no idea what the hell he's doing.

He absolutely demands dates be in quiet places that offer a lot of privacy. He's not that fond of loud noises and too much fanfare, especially since it gets in the way of him carefully observing you. Upscale restaurants with private areas are his usual choice but, if he trusts you enough, he prefers having food delivered to one of the many homes he rents. He won't tell you it's delivery, but it's obvious despite the fine presentation. 

Sometimes he just cooks for you both on his own, his time alone giving him the opportunity to learn how to cook proficiently. When he cooks he works even harder at the presentation, as if he needs the set up to meet the standards of his cooking. Burgundy roses in ornate vases, expensive black metal tableware, embroidered cloth napkins, expensive rare mead in silver goblets, whatever he can find that impresses he buys. 

He's still reluctant to give up any information about himself, keeping answers short and sparse and being perfectly willing to glare at you if you ask anything that he refuses to answer. It would seem like he's uninterested, even offended he has to reveal anything at all, but the amount of in depth questions he asks you and how he seems content to listen to you go on proves otherwise. He's far less interested in you knowing him as he is in him knowing you.

He rarely initiates physical contact unless he's sure your fine with him touching you or you being near him. He may be arrogant, even seeming like it's impossible for anyone to resist his (few) charms, but he tries to avoid rejection as much as he can help it.

When he does move to touch you, it's as if he's trying to get as much as possible from you at once. Movies you were quietly enjoying on the couch interrupted because he decided he'd rather you sit in his lap, your back pressed flush against his chest as he holds you close by your waist, a quiet mutter into your ear that you were too far away as he continues watching the movie. As aloof as he is, he seems to like to cuddle and hold you close whenever he can, even if it puts you in awkward positions. It's one of the few ways it's obvious that he's into you.

While he'll kiss along your jaw, on your neck, or on your cheeks, he never tries to kiss you on the lips at first. He knows it's something he isn't proficient at it, wanting to keep up as much of his perfect appearance in your eyes that he can maintain. It's one of the few things he wants you to initiate and lead with completely until he's better at it, kisses becoming more heated (and with considerably less teeth) as he figures out what you like. Once he's gotten a hang of it, he moves to kiss you more often, a note of possession underneath the passion of his touch. A date with him really isn't over until he's left you fully satisfied and with at least a few hickies.

[killian-whump]

I want to know more about your whumpy Neverland headcanons...

Oh, my whumpy Neverland headcanons… Oh, how I love Neverland. Hundreds of years’ worth of possibilities, all with a gleefully sadistic Peter Pan in control of everything and anything that goes on in the realm.

To be honest, my dear, you have played a huge role in shaping my headcanons, as I absolutely loved your idea of a curse turning Hook into Pan’s helpless, mindless little fucktoy for a few decades or so before it breaks and Hook has to live with the shame of all he’s done during that time, all over the island… and on his ship… and in front of his own crew… Oh, so delicious. I’ve sort of adopted that one for my own, I must confess. So a lot of this will likely sound familiar to you ;) Though there are a few changes…

For one thing, I like to headcanon Hook as being completely straight… because I headcanon that he absolutely enjoyed those decades being used and abused by Pan at the time, and that this causes him endless mental confusion and angst afterwards because he just can’t understand how that could’ve been. As far as he knows, the curse was intended to make him do Pan’s bidding unquestioningly, but why did he enjoy it? Why? Whyyyyy??? The idea of him endlessly questioning his sexuality and even his own sanity in the aftermath is just too good for me to pass up.

Also, this gives me the opportunity to make the curse something truly dastardly… As in, the only way to weaken (and eventually break) the curse is for Hook to engage in sexual congress with someone he actually desires - and since he doesn’t like men - and men (and boys) are 99% of Neverland’s population… Well, not a lot of chance for the curse to be broken. Which, of course, is where Tinkerbell comes in. She finally takes pity enough on him that she secretly seduces him under Pan’s nose and that weakens (and eventually breaks) the curse. There’s still a span of time where the curse is weaker but not broken… a delicious span where he knows damn well what’s happening to him and how much he doesn’t want to be doing these things with Pan… but he just. can’t. stop. himself. He sees himself engaging in these acts, and even responding to and enjoying these acts, as if through another person’s eyes… and he’s screaming to himself to stop, to resist, to put up even the slightest fight… but he doesn’t. He can’t.

But, of course, the curse does eventually break, leaving Hook a broken mess of insecurity and shame, because he’s been used and violated SO thoroughly and in front of his entire crew. They knew he was cursed, of course, so they welcome him back as their Captain once he’s out from under Pan’s thrall. Still, he can see the sympathy in their eyes and he knows they can still see him bent over the rail of the ship, taking it in the rear, or tied to the mast, begging his “master” Pan to whip him harder please. He knows it, because he’s still haunted by the looks of disgust and pity in their eyes that at the time never even gave him pause… but give him so much more than pause now. Still, he puts on a brave face (that’s what he does best) and he swears to his crew that things will be different now, that he will never let that demon get the better of him like that again!

And he means it, of course, but Pan’s not about to let his beautiful fucktoy get off (haha pun) so easily. Just because the curse is broken, Pan doesn’t see any reason why HIS fun should stop… and he’s grown quite accustomed to pillaging and plundering Hook’s orifices whenever and wherever the mood strikes him. And seeing as he rules all in Neverland, he sets out to prove he never needed the curse in the first place - that the curse was more of a blessing for Hook than a true curse, because at least under the curse he was able to mindlessly play along with all of Pan’s games… instead of being violently forced to do so entirely against his will.

And that’s exactly what Pan does. He forces himself on Hook repeatedly, making a mere mockery of his many attempts to fight back or prevent the inevitable. And after decades of playing with the pirate’s cursed body, Pan knows how to play that man like a finely tuned fiddle. Hook doesn’t want it. He never wants it… but he enjoys it. And he hates himself for enjoying it, but no one’s ever touched him the way Pan does. No one’s ever brought him to the heights that demon can. And he hates it - and him - and himself - all the more for it.

Pan takes him privately at first, delighting in how he tries to hide the pain, the wounds and the blood from his crew and Tinkerbell. Of course, Hook tries to never be alone after that, but soon learns the error of his ways when Pan rapes him right in front of Smee on one of their expeditions onto land for fruit. He swears Smee to secrecy, of course, and his first mate is good for it. Hook tries to stay sequestered in his cabin on the Jolly Roger, the one place he feels safe… but it’s not long before Pan comes for him, appearing in the cabin and raping him right there, under his crew’s noses, and Hook is disgusted to find himself feeling grateful for the gag stuffed in his mouth that muffles the cries he can’t hold back.

It becomes a bit of a game for Pan, to see how much be can break, bloody and bind his pirate toy… and then watch him wriggle free, clean himself up and glue himself back together as best he can before someone comes looking to check on him. It keeps Pan amused for some time, which is a good thing, as an amused Pan doesn’t look for new and worse ways to amuse himself. But, like with all of his games, Pan eventually tires of this game, especially when Hook starts to put up less of a fight, just accepting the inevitable pain and shame that Pan doles out almost daily now. He misses the fight. Misses the need for violence.

And so one afternoon, Pan yanks Hook out of his cabin. Calls for the entire crew to gather around. Tells them that while he will continue to allow Hook to captain the Jolly Roger, he wants no further confusion about who captains the Captain. And just like that, the fight is back in his pirate toy, because he doesn’t want to be raped in front of his crew. He doesn’t want to be whipped and subjugated and mocked and humiliated in front of them all. Which, of course, means that’s precisely what Pan does to him that day… and any other day that the need strikes him. Because he can. And everyone knows it.

And, eventually, it starts to feel normal. Pan sends Hook and his crew off to fetch things from other realms - magical artifacts, tasty treats, whatever Pan feels like asking for. He’s only granting them a temporary reprieve from Neverland, knowing they’ll be forced to return if they want to live… and they always do. Hook always does, which is the most important part to Pan, because Hook feels responsible for his crew and he knows if he fails to return, Pan will simply turn his sick attentions on one of them. It’s bad enough he’s gotten them trapped (and many of them killed) in Neverland��� He’s not about to subject any of them to the curse of being Pan’s sex slave, simply because he’s chosen the easy way out. And it’s this, more than anything else, that repairs his tarnished reputation amongst his crew. That, and the erasure of their doubts about him secretly being in league with the enemy, as more and more of them end up hearing the quiet sobs coming from their Captain’s quarters when everyone else is fast asleep.

In time, something else begins taking Pan’s attention: his magic, the magic of Neverland itself, is starting to wane. He’s desperate to find the Heart of the Truest Believer to renew himself. Hook doesn’t know what it is that’s got Pan so caught up that he doesn’t seem interested in coming after him as often… he only cares that Pan’s daily visits eventually become his weekly ones… and then even his monthly ones… and without the constant soul-crushing assaults clouding his mind and wracking his body, he can THINK. Plot. Plan. Heal.

And that’s when Baelfire lands on his ship, Milah’s boy, and he sees a chance at being a part of something. Something good. Something pure. And he embraces it. He starts to fight off Pan again - and to his shock, Pan backs off. He doesn’t know why, doesn’t even care why (and would never dream it’s because with his magic waning, Pan doesn’t rate “forcing the newly-high-spirited pirate to play” as important enough to waste magic on). It’s a fresh start. A new beginning!

…until it isn’t. Baelfire turns on him, and he falters. He trades the boy to Felix, knowing at least that Pan doesn’t abuse his Lost Boys the way he’s abused Hook - and that such a guarantee isn’t so easily gained by those living on the island without Pan’s protection. It’s what’s best for the boy… but he hopes the boy will never have reason to fully understand WHY.

And when Pan visits him again… he tries to resist, but is easily subdued by Pan, who can see the resistance for the mere token it is. The pirate’s spirit is no longer high. It’s crushed, once more, and he’s easy prey for Pan. He barely even needs any magic to have his sex slave right back where he wants him. Compliant. Broken.

But broken pirates aren’t as much fun… and I think eventually, even Peter Pan tires of his pirate fucktoy… leaving Hook to his own devices, which include healing his mind and battered body as much as he’s able… or at least covering the trauma and scars with miles of leather and swagger and rum. Pan still visits, but Hook is almost numb to it at this point, and he’s finally realized that the less he fights, the less interested Pan seems to be in coming back again.

And eventually, after some decades have passed… Pan’s magic is waning enough that having a ship full of vengeful pirates in his realm (a realm he’s slowly losing control over) is more of a liability than a boon - and he offers them a deal of some kind. I don’t have a head-canon for what that deal actually WAS, but I think Killian would’ve taken ANY deal that would get him out of that place and away from Pan… and I think Pan’s main goal (at that time) was to get Henry’s heart. Which is why, of course, once he got Henry in his greedy little clutches, he’s immediately trying to renew the “working relationship” he and Hook had. And why Hook’s like, “Hell no. Bye.”

Anyway… That’s all of my naughty headcanons about Neverland :D Since they’re just headcanons, I sometimes change parts of ‘em as it pleases me… but there they are, for the most part :D

[pelagaios-a]

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Percy’s heat resistant as fuck — something we saw in the Battle of the Labyrinth — so sometimes he forgets about stuff that should probably burn him ( taking stuff out of the oven without oven mitts / pot holder or just picking up hot pans ) which freaks just about everyone out at first cause oh my gods Percy you will hurt yourself. this also translates to things like walking barefoot on the blacktop midday in the summer ( which god that hurts ) or strolling across the burning sand midday. car sit outside all day in the sun and everything hurts to touch ??? doesn’t bother him in the slightest. sometimes he honestly forgets since nothing is quite as hot as a volcano lets be real and it takes someone else saying something for him to notice !!!