#i want to constantly smoosh their faces together

[lillotte17]

I think we deserve

A soft epilogue, my love

We're good people

And we've suffered enough

[celestialsequels]

couldn’t see me without you, babe ¡! ❞

— synopsis: you’re in love with the it girl of your high school.

— warnings: fluffy, make out session, the most wholesome thing i’ve ever written.

— w/c: 1.9k

— part 2

a/n: credits to @jenctrl for helping me with the kiss scene !

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digital cameras fluttered with alacrity as she made her way through the bustling hallways. turning everyone's heads without hesitation. her hair bounced with every step she took. she was as gorgeous as a butterfly, so delicate yet capturing everyone’s eye more than anything.

that was yu jimin.

that was the school’s it girl, as you always said. everything about her made your heart turn into mush and your face turn redder than a smooshed cranberry. those quick little glances she’d shoot your way left you a mess. in the midst of the night, she was the only thing encapsulating your dreams, refusing to leave until dawn.

yeonjun was sick of you for always bringing up jimin; he knew how insanely head over heels you were for her. you constantly told him the little details ranging from quick glances to full blown eye contact sessions from across the room. he swore you were crazy the moment you blushed at the note in your locker that said something along the lines of “you left your key in class; here it is.” your mind just knew it was jimin. only yeonjun knew it was the janitor.

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“can somebody please tell me when cubism became a revolutionary movement in the history of art?” yeonjun asked the class as you two stood in front of the class to present your done-last-minute-but-looks-good-enough art project.

you scanned around the room hoping somebody would answer since you clearly didn’t know the answer, having only been running the entire day on two cans of red bull. you crossed your arms, zoning out at the giant window while anticipating the smart kid of the class to answer. you tapped your chin trying to remember if you had anything in your mind since you were the one who wrote these questions.

“1907-08,” a voice spoke out of the classroom, breaking you out of your thoughts. you could recognize that voice anywhere. the way you began to giggle had the entire class thinking if you were having a stroke since you weren’t really the type to even smile in art class. your face lighting up as delusions encased themselves in your mind.

“that’s right!” you yelled out faster than yeonjun could utter out a word, scaring the entire class in the process of doing so.

“of course it’s correct. i’m never wrong,” and there she was in all of her glory, leaning on the door frame with a smirk painted on her face.

you coughed out loud as you choked on your saliva from how intensely she was staring at you and only you. yeonjun nudged you with his elbow, subtly telling you to get your act together since you were being too obvious.

“how may i help you jimin?” your art teacher interrupted. since jimin was older than you and a heck ton smarter than you, it was evident that she was adored by every teacher.

“i wanted to borrow a student from your class for an interview. it’s for my psychology project, and i really need them right now,” jimin spoke, still sporting a smirk in your direction as she knew your art teacher would never say no to her. your heart was doing all sorts of things; dancing around like jojo siwa in karma while also moonwalking all the beats through your body. your palms felt sweat pool in the center from how nervous her gaze was making you.

“take your pick, jimin,” your art teacher offered.

“can i take y/n if that wouldn’t be a problem?” her voice was more giddy than the expressions on her face.

you swore the things around you had stopped moving, the only thing you could hear was your blood pumping through your veins, clearly turning your face red. yeonjun stepped on your foot this time causing you to squeak out loud before muttering out a quick “sorry”.

“not a problem at all. y/n, please accompany jimin with her project,” your art teacher smiled internally, noticing how you turned red, but he was hopeful this could be the start of something new. you quickly nodded, almost embarrassingly tripping over the cord of the projector below your feet as you made your way towards jimin. she eyed you up and down hastily, mentally telling you to follow her to wherever she wanted to take you. you kept your head down as your shyness made an awkward entrance, quietly following behind her. she paid no mind to you until you two finally approached the library. jimin stopped suddenly, catching you completely off guard as you walked straight into her back.

“pay attention, pretty girl,” you froze at the endearment, pinching yourself to recollect yourself out of this dream.

you two made your way inside the library after that little moment, finding a cozy spot in the corner. it almost made you feel as if you were on a date with jimin, with the way she tucked your chair in as you sat down. you truly wondered what that would feel like.

“hi,” you managed to say despite the fact that you were out of breath by just being in her presence. you were oddly confused as you realized she didn’t have her notes with her for the interview until you recalled that she’s smarter than you and doesn’t do her projects the day before they're due.

“so, i have a couple of questions for you. this interview is solely based on having a casual conversation,” jimin paused at your confused expression before continuing, “it’s going to have common questions such as likes, dislikes, etc. is that okay?” she asked you, to which you politely nodded with a smile.

“okay, perfect. first question then. what do you think about museums?” she piped.

“museums? i really like them. i think they capture a lot more than just what was. they hold stories of people who once loved, once hated, and once made the entire world think if there was more to art,” you answered with a small chuckle at the end. jimin simply stared at you, almost in awe with how you formulated your words, especially since she knew that you didn’t like talking much.

“i’ve never thought about it like that! next question, what is your favorite type of flower?” she asked while tucking her hair behind her ear.

“if i’m being honest, i really love the old fashioned roses. i don’t have much to say for that other than the fact that it symbolizes such timeless romance,” you chimed.

“okay how about—wait what’s your opinion on—,” before jimin could ask you another question, the bell for next period rang loudly, reminding you that you had a test today that you totally didn’t forget to study for.

“i’m so sorry! i just realized i had a test today. can we pick this up tomorrow or perhaps, later?” you rushed out.

“oh! that’s completely okay. i’ll see you tomorrow then, or if i run into you later on. thank you for your time!” jimin smiled at you as you grinned before making your way out of the library and onto your next class.

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students had begun to jet outside of classes, piling up in the halls as the final bell of the day rang. you tiredly walked to yeonjun’s locker, filling him in on what had taken place in the library today. you felt the red bull beginning to wear off as all your energy had vanished the moment you stepped out of the test. teachers were heading to meetings they had been informed of at the last minute, causing everyone to be kicked out of class almost right at the bell.

“so, that’s all that happened? isn’t it weird how the questions weren’t the least bit psychology related?” yeonjun questioned curiously.

“well, she did mention that it was an interview based on having a casual conversation, but she didn’t exactly explain it, so i didn’t question her,” you responded tiredly.

“hmm, okay. go get your stuff so we can leave. i need to return this book to the library before it closes!” he yelled as he ran to the library, practically pushing people out of his way.

you shook your head at his buffoonery and made your way to your locker. foolishly forgetting your code before trying again, letting out a grateful susurration as it opened. you grabbed your textbook along with your keys. you were just about to close your locker until you saw a note fall out of the corner. looking around, you swiftly picked it up before gently unfolding it.

“meet me in the art room after the final bell”

without even hesitating, you shut your locker and trudged to the art room only to find it locked. you opened the note again, which you had shoved inside of your pocket, to check if you were at the right room. you clicked your tongue as you waited for something to happen or somebody to at least open the door. you noticed how the hallway had gotten so eerie. the atmosphere of the hallway almost forcing you to get going until you suddenly felt somebody tug roughly at the back of your collar and pull you into the art room.

it was jimin.

“hi, y/n,” she shyly smiled at you as you stared at her in surprise.

“hi, jimin. i wasn’t expecting that strength,” you tried to joke until you realized how horrible of an attempt it was.

before you could say anything else, you saw her rushingly dig into her bag for something. she slowly pulled out a rose from her side pocket and handed it to you, not letting you utter a word as she placed her finger on your lips, almost stilling you out of your mind. you blushed but didn’t dare to say anything.

“so, earlier during that ‘interview’ you mentioned you really liked museums, so i got us two tickets to the art museum downtown,” jimin said, taking your hand, gently placing the ticket in your palm, letting her fingers linger along your skin.

“jimin, i-i honestly don’t—you’re the sweetest little thing ever,” you gazed at her lovingly as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“you don’t have to say anything, y/nnie. i just want you to come with me,” she whispered.

she slowly tucked your hair behind your ear that had fallen in front of your face. you two locked eyes before she cupped under your jaw, bringing your lips near hers. you thanked whatever higher power there was for this moment just before you closed your eyes and let her take the lead.

as soon as her lips hit yours, you knew you were doomed for however long you were going to live this lifetime. butterflies erupted in your stomach while your heart leaped out of your chest in bliss. her soft lips continued to move against yours as your hands remained on her waist, pulling her in closer than ever. you two paused softly, smiling against each others’ lips before pulling back completely.

“so, i’ll come pick you up whenever you’re ready, pretty girl,” jimin beamed before heading out the door.

you happily nodded at her, not trusting your words in the moment. holding your chest as your heart wanted to simply embrace jimin and never let her go, you were sure your face was redder than it’s ever been.

“y/n? why are you so red?”

[kennedyhateskanye]

Across the ellieverse

An: you guys ate up my horny looser!ellie??!!??? I’ve been silently consuming Ellie Williams smut fan fiction for like a year now and it’s so silly and fun that I wrote something that made people horny. Swear I’ll write another one once I perfect the concept in my little Neanderthal mind.

Concept: there are so many distinct versions of Ellie on here that you guys write about, and I am so attracted to each and every one of them. This is kind of a conglomerate of some of my favorites.

STRICTLY 18+

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Hockeyplayer!ellie who calls you a puck bunny and smacks your ass when you ride her thick strap, she’s got that hockey accent and it comes out stronger than usual when she’s inside of you. She pumps hard cause sports have turned her into someone so cocky and vain. It makes it feel even better when she gets off the ice after a rough game, yanking jerseys and shoving players to protect her goal tender. she takes her mouth gaurd out and pumped full of the pride from her fresh win, she fucks you doggy style in the locker room with her jersey between her teeth exposing her flexing abdominal muscles. Insists on you wearing something cute, but not too slutty to her games because she doesn’t need her teammates getting a peak up your skirt while they’re waiting in the box by the stands.

Looser!ellie who whimpers when she pushes her fingers inside you for the first time, practically drooling while she heavy breathes. She’s got a shocked look on her face the whole time, taking in the smell and taste of pussy since shes never experienced it before. Her plaid boxers are soaked when you let her play with your cunt. she whispers things like “oh my fuck” under her breath as she whines from the sight of your sloppy pussy swallowing her fingers. The first time you two properly made out and she got to grope your tits, she was literally eyes blown wide mouth open. Her voice cracked as she said “mm is this okay” whimpering as she smooshed your tits together, SALAVATING at the sight. That night while you kissed sloppily she found herself rutting and against you in her jeans, she was so embarrassed but she just couldn’t help it.

Toxic!ellie who wants you to know she could have anyone she wants, when you argue she sends you the old photos she has in her my eyes only, of her fucking girls like they were an expendable commodity. She knew you’d be too jealous not to forgive her, afraid she’d go out and fuck some girl if you carried on pouting. While she pounds into you she presses down on your tummy, leans into your ear and sternly says “take it bitch”. You two were constantly on again off again, you’d make it a couple days without talking to her after your friends finally convinced you she was horrible for you, and to block her. then you’d get a text from a ‘text now’ number saying simply, “let me the fuck in, I’m at the side door.” She knows how addicted to her you are, and she makes sure to bring it up when she’s slamming you into the mattress, ass bent over the bed, and ripping your skirt up over your legs. “You know you can’t go without this dick, can you?” Of course, you give into her mind games “n-no! Fuck, mmmm I can’t go without it”

Pornstar!ellie who knows your the real star of the show, makes sure the livestream gets a good view of your pussy as she rubs your clit, smacks it, and asks the chat a series of questions. “Isn’t this pussy so pretty” “what should I do to it ?” “How long do you think she’d last if I tied and vibed her today, I know you guys fucking love that” “she won’t stop squirming, what should i do to make sure she sits still and shuts the fuck up, I’m trying to film”

[dollyyss]

The main four + butters and how they hug you!

I had to add butters because he’s such a fucking cutie! I’m so sorry these ideas are ass I’ve had such bad writers block but I’ve wanted to get some stuff out for this page!! My requests are open if you’d like to leave a request!!

Established Relationship! All characters are 18+

Kyle, Stan, kenny, Eric, Butters

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Kyle Broflovski:

- his hugs are so warm, gentle and so full of love. One of his many favourite moments with you are sharing hugs.

-he’s quite tall, so majority of the time your stuck stuffing your face in his chest and smiling at his warmth. He’ll sometimes sink down a bit to your level so he can rest his face in the crook of your neck and breathe in your soft scent. He’ll always have his arms around your waist and usually your arms are around his neck and if they aren’t his hands are finding them and putting your arms there himself.

-we won’t always hug you in front of the boys, often. It’s not that he doesn’t want to trust me he does he’s a love sick puppy. It’s just cartman he’s afraid of. Not afraid of him but more afraid the teasing if you two are being touchy with each other. He doesn’t want cartman to get to you so he tends to protect you from him quite a lot. But if cartman isn’t around he’s happy to have you on his lap, arms around your waist whiles yours wrap around neck, laying your head on his shoulder and listening to him talk to Stan or any of the other boys.

-whole hugging like this, normally he’ll have a hand around your waist and another placed on your thigh, softly rubbing his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion. A few kisses will be planted to your head in between his conversations. At this point the boys have learned to ignore it.

-He’ll normally hug you when he picks you up from your house to walk to school, when he’s dropping you off at home at any point, or if he hasn’t seen you in the morning and you arrive to school on your own. If you don’t have a class together right away he’s sure to find you and give you a tight squeeze, lips attacking your ear playfully as he tells you to focus in your class.

-..also. Before and after his basketball games.. before is completely fine but after prepare for the sweat. He tries to make the hug quick so you don’t get dirty so this is really the only time he’ll side hug you.

-don’t worry you get a tight hug once he’s all clean.

Stan Marsh:

-he’s the super SUPER cuddly one. I’m talking will hug you at any time doesn’t matter where or what you’re doing he’s hugging you. He’ll always have his hands at your shoulders, it’s to keep you close against him, his fingers drawing soft circles on your back while your hands find your way to his own back, squeezing him causing him to let out a soft grunt.

-When he was Wendy as a kid he was touchy like any kid would be in their first relationship. Lots of hand holding, hugging but things changed a lot over the years, and now that he’s freshly eighteen he’s been so fucking touch starved it’s nuts. Sure at parties he’d hook up with random girls, not often but he did but it wasn’t enough.

-so once he finds you oh my god he’s touchy all over. It’s constant hugging.

-he’s not one for PDA much, like Kyle he’ll do it in front of specific people but if you’re at his or he’s at yours he’s all over you. I’m talking anything you do he’s hugging you.

Kenny:

-he’s a back hugger 100%.

-Up at the front getting supplies your teacher told you to get? he’s following close behind and wrapping his arms around you, chin on your shoulder as he watches you grab your things and getting extra for him.

-He likes to smoosh you, I’m talking will hug you from behind and then for fun take his large hand and place it over your face just to smoosh it. He’ll laugh when you smack his hand and his head is back to its normal resting spot on your shoulder.

-loves PDA! He’s constantly hugging you in front of his friends as much as they rip on him, he couldn’t care less. He’s a touchy person and he wants to feel you near him as much as possible.

-“Ken, I’ll be there in a moment baby why don’t you sit down and get the movie ready” his grip on you tightens as he softly grinds against the back of you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder “but babbyyyyy” yeah. When he hugs you like this which is almost always.. he’s probably grinding on you at some point.

- all in all his hugs can be quite comforting actually. The feeling of his chest warm against your back, his arms around your shoulders or waist. He always lets his fingers dance against you for a moment before rubbing at your sides or shoulders and placing a kiss to the back of your neck.

Eric Cartman:

-He’s actually quite a nice hugger. As a kid he was pretty chubby but as he got older he built a bit of muscle, so his hugs end up being quite soft, despite the muscle flex every once and a while.

- in public he won’t hug you, no he’ll most likely have a hand on your hip and and that’s about all oh but when you two are alone. That’s a completely different story with Cartman.

- When he’s feeling nice, vulnerable his hugs consist of him having one hand at the back of your neck and the other at your lower back, his face his nuzzled deep into the crook of your neck while he feels you play with his hair, your hands soon coming to give the hug back. If he’s standing he’ll sway like this for a moment, if he’s laying down he’s probably the little spoon, slightly curled up and falling asleep to the feeling of your warm breathe against his back.

-but his normal hugs are somewhat quick, hands around your waist and then that’s it. You can’t complain really at least he’s hugging you, giving you affection. From what you’ve heard and most definitely witnessed he’s an asshole big time but you appreciate the soft moments with him. So any hug is nice.

Butters:

-he’s such a cutie fucking patootie. He’s a smoosher but in a way different way then Kenny, where as Kenny messes around Butters is serious. Mf is squishing his face to yours, his hand pressed against your cheek to press to his cheek. He wants to be close.

-he hugs you gently, but with enough force to keep you warm and feeling safe. He likes to place a hand on the top of your hand while the other pulls you in by the back of your shoulders, softly letting his thumb draw patterns over your shoulder blades.

-this is where the smooshing starts, he’s rubbing his cheek on yours, pressing his nose into yours, his lips are all over you as he makes the hug tighter.

-not really a hug but he loves to carry you, like giving you piggy back rides, carrying you bridal style from school the car, or on the way home. He just loves holding you in anyway he can

-“well darlin, your feet look like they hurt..” “I’m okay butters” “please.. I-I won’t drop ya I promise and if I do you can slap me silly” you can only giggle as he bends down to your level so you can jump on his back.

[neteyamslovrr]

I keep seeing edits of the awful Neteyam scene and my heart keeps hurting! I need some fluff where he lives and is happy with an Omaticaya!reader and they become mates and live happily ever after 😭

ALWAYS BEEN YOU

summary: neteyam knows he wants to spend the rest of forever with you by his side, all he has to do now is ask.

1.7k words. fem!omaticaya reader. paskalin – honey (endearment) yawne - beloved

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Neteyam couldn’t remember a moment that wasn’t spent with you. You were constantly attached by the hip ever since you were children. Growing up together, it brought you closer than anyone could imagine.

Now both adults in the clan, seen as one of the people your bond between Neteyam has never faltered. He was your home and you were his, the sunshine to rain and warmth to the cold. There was nothing ever separating the two of you, not his duties, not his siblings, it was always you.

The only thing that confused the clan was that you two were not mated yet. Everyone knew you as a couple, how could anyone think otherwise when it seemed as if your fingertips had melded together due to holding each other’s hands for so long.

Neteyam also thought about it. Everyday, every night, every waking moment he wanted to ask you to be his, mate before Eywa and connect your souls as one. But he was so nervous, even after years of being with you constantly, he still got butterflies when you give him compliments or when you give him a soft kiss on the lips before you say goodbye for the night.

It was those butterflies that cemented his decision. He wanted these butterflies forever, he wanted to make sure they would never flutter away. That made him plan out his day, his day for you.

You had woken up a couple hours ago and were in the forest picking flowers and herbs for Mo’at. A task you had been assigned when you were younger and never seemed to grow out of it. The forest was peaceful this time of day, the animals just starting to rise and the sound of nature was quiet, like a whisper.

A whisper behind you. “Y/N.” You could recognise that voice anywhere.

“Hi Teyam.” He snaked his arms through your arms to hug you tightly, resting his chin in the scoop of your neck.

“What are you up to?” His voice was soft, the early morning still having its effects on your boy.

“Getting some herbs for your grandmother. I do this everyday Teyam, can’t believe you can’t guess.” Your tone was playful fiddling with Neteyam’s hand that wrapped around you.

“I just wanted to hear your beautiful voice, is that not allowed. Hm?” Neteyam whispered into your ear a cheeky grin plastered across his face as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Fine…I guess you can.”

“Outstanding.” He muttered before leaving a soft kiss on your neck before spinning your body around so you were now face to face. “Are you doing anything special today, yawne?”

“Hmm I don’t think so. I wanted to swim in the river later but that’s all I had planned.” He hummed in response nodding his head.

“We should swim at night, the river is calmer then.” Nodding you rested in his embrace, seeking his closeness.

“Did you want to do anything today Neteyam?” He wanted to ask you to be his. Not like he could blurt that all out now, he had to make the moment special, for a woman as special as you.

“Hm not really, just wanted to be with you.” You blushed, his sweet words never got old.

“Well, I am actually in your arms, so mission accomplished.”

“No. Longer. I want to be with you all day today.” He sounded like a grumpy toddler making you snicker resulting in Neteyam pinching the small of your back.

“Ow! Teyam not funny.” You pushed him light before he smooshed you into his arms hugging you tightly.

“Oh! I’m so sorry my princess.” He was now the one with a playful tone as you grumbled into his chest. Resting in comfortable silence for moments you listened to Neteyam’s soft breathing, it calmed you, he calmed you. “Have you eaten yet today?

“I had some dried meat before I left but I am still hungry.”

“Let me make you some food, we can head back to the village.” You nodded, unlacing yourself from Neteyam as you held his hand. He squeezed it before leading your way back to the village, holding your basket full of plants.

The walk back shouldn’t have taken as long as it did. It was only 30mins when you walked out there yourself, but the walk back with Neteyam made it close to an hour. Why?

Because halfway through the walk Neteyam decided he wanted to rest. He just wanted to lay on the forest ground. With you in his arms as you stared up into the tall trees, leaves falling around your flat bodies.

Neteyam had good reason for doing this. He was nervous, the closer he got to making you food, meant the closer you guys were going to go for a swim, meaning the closer he was going to ask you.

It made him jittery, his heartbeat fast and breaths would become faster the more he would think about it. But your presence reminded him why he was nervous. Because you were the most important person in his life, he didn’t want a life without you.

After a while of consistent nagging from you. The both of you returned the village, taking a seat in Neteyam’s own tent. You both got your own as you became one of the people, a sense of privacy you both dearly longed for, for the longest time when you were teenagers.

“Neteyam I am actually starving now, your pitstop in the middle of a forest was not needed.”

“Um yes it was, my feet were sore. Duh.” Neteyam smiled back at you as you shoved him lightly.

“I could’ve carried you.” You flexed your arm muscles as Neteyam chuckled.

“Definitely could have, my strong girl.”

“I am hungry Neteyam.”

“Goodness Y/N, I will make some now.”

“Thankyou, Teyam. The best man in the world.” You kissed his cheek as he plated together a mixture of fruits and seeds, cutting them with his knife for you to eat easily.

“Ooo is that Episoth? That’s my favourite.” You smiled sneaking one as Neteyam was chopping it.

“I collected them for you.”

“Aww thankyou paskalin. You’re so good to me.” You scooted towards him to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“I do it because you’re the best baby.” He then kissed you back, softly brushing his lips against yours before finishing serving your food. “Here you go, all done.”

“Mm thankyou baby.” You smiled before delving into the delicious array of food laid out for you.

After you an Neteyam finished your food, it was compulsory for the both of you to pass out on the mat of his floor. As his dad called it, “a food coma.” Your full stomachs and sleepy nature lead to the most enjoyable nap you both had. Waking up to being wrapped up in Neteyam’s arms as he looked down at you.

His heart burst at your sleeping figure. So peaceful, so beautiful. Oh, Eywa he loved you so much. He had to ask you soon. Eclipse was about to start and he wanted the beauty of Pandora to surround the beauty of you as he asked you, as he spilled his vulnerabilities and love to you on a silver platter.

As you both rose from your nap, Neteyam reminded you of your swim that you had planned earlier.

“Oh! You are right. We should fly there now, I do not want to be out too late.” He nodded placing a hand on the small of your back as you both headed towards where your ikrans stayed. His fingertips burned, and his heartbeat was rapid. You noticed this, how couldn’t you? He was so visibly anxious.

As you both mounted your ikrans, you turned to him before you both took off. “Are you okay yawne?”

He smiled at you, had he been that obvious? “Yes Y/N, do not worry.” Pulling his visor on and called out for his ikran to take flight. Your ikran following suit soon after.

The breeze was cool against your skin as you both flew into the arriving night. Occasional calls from the both of you as you sawed through the sky.

Landing on the edge of the riverbank, you dismounted your ikran sitting on the edge of the river, dipping your feet into the cool water. “It feels really nice Teyam. Come get in!” You slowly slid the rest of your body into the water, your feet scrapping the bottom lightly as you kept afloat.

“I am, I am. Be patient Y/N.” Neteyam said as he took a deep breath before bomb diving into the water, the splash saturating the rest of your face.

“Neteyam! You got me wet!”

“You’re in water???” He laughed at you confused before coming up to you, wrapping his tail loosely around your waist.

“My face. Was not.”

“Don’t worry, you’re still looking beautiful.” A small smile appeared on your face the blue tint of your cheeks going darker. “Aww look you’re blushing!”

“Shut up.” You said covering your cheeks as Neteyam brought you closer. It was time. He had to do it now. Seeing you flustered and glowing in the moonlight. This was it, this was the woman he needed for eternity.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“I love you.” You smiled up at him, seeing his nervous eyes flicker not sure whether to look at you or not.

“I love you too.”

“I have thought about this for the longest time.” His arms pulled you closer to him, so your bodies met. “You have been with me since childhood. Every dear memory I hold you are there with me. After all these years, I still get nervous to kiss you, I feel lovestruck looking into your eyes and I know that I want to spend every moment for the rest of my life with you. Y/N I see you and I love you so much. I crave you, I need you, I plead for you, and I love you.” Kissing your forehead, he then rests his against yours. “Y/N I see no life ahead of me where you are not there with me, I want to be with you forever, I want to be one with you. I wish for you to be mine.”

“Neteyam…” You pulled him down to give him a passionate kiss. A kiss filled with desperation, a kissed filled with love. Your hands pulled him closer to you, as if your bodies would meld together.

“I have always been yours.”

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authors note: i am so sorry this took so long babe :(( thankyou so much for this request

tags: @aonungmybf @melovehiddlestan @goodiesinthecloset21 @dngnmtr-blog

[playbucky]

Front and Centre.

Y/N, or Showgirl is known as the army’s face, a beautiful face that eases people into joining. She’s been tasked with joining the 141 for a mission but the team didn’t fully trust the person who poses for posters.  Characters – Reader, Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost.  Word Count – 1.6k. 

‘We’ve got a new coming for this mission.’ Price said, the boys lifted their heads and looked at him.  ‘Who?’ Gaz questioned, Price rubbed his lips together.  ‘Lieutenant Y/N.’ He said.  ‘Showgirl?’ Soap quizzed, unaware that the door had opened and you stepped in.  ‘That is what they call me.’ You said, they looked at you, the one closest to Price was the only one to sit taller.  ‘When we leaving?’ You asked, your gaze focused on Price.  ‘Sixteen hundred hours.’ Price said, you nodded and slid into the seat at the end of the table, leaving one between yourself and the masked figured.  ‘Y/N, I want you to meet Ghost, Soap and Gaz.’ Price introduced them to you.  ‘Pleasure to meet you all.’ You told them, you dipped your head before you opened the small file, you got a mumble from two of them but the masked figure stared at you. 

You aimed your gun up before a weight around your waist pulled you to the side, you let out a startled yelp before you ended up on the ground. Quickly you got up onto your feet and tried to make your way back you but another arm stopped you.  ‘Let me go.’ You snarled, your gun shoved into your holster.  ‘There’s no need for you to.’ Price said, you narrowed your eyes at him.  ‘Fuck off.’ You hissed, Soap and Ghost looked at each other before they looked back to you.  ‘Y/N?’ Price said as he rounded the corner.  ‘No, fuck off, I’ve had enough of the constant belittling.’ You told them, you were fed up with the way they would send glances and mumble between themselves.  ‘We aren’t belittling you.’ Soap said, he held his hands out at his sides.  ‘You put me to the back, protect me constantly and try and hide the violence from me.’ You pointed a finger out, ‘Four tours I did, I only got the showgirl name when the commanding officer saw that I led my team into a -,’ you stopped, you snapped your jaw shut and sighed, the men watched you.  ‘But don’t worry, once this is done I’m leaving, you won’t have to worry about me again.’ You said before you marched further into the safe house, that you were having to spend the next sixteen hours in. 

‘Y/N?’ The familiar voice called, you turned and smiled as you saw Widow, you went to walk before she was flung forwards. The red splattered shot from her head as she collapsed onto the ground,   ‘Shit.’ You gasped as you sat up, your grip tight on the edge of the makeshift bed, the taunt fabric groaned as you shifted.  Taking deep breaths you looked around the room, the dark silent room except from the quiet snores of Gaz and Soap, their faces smooshed into the thin pillows whilst Price rested his head on his arm as he rested it behind him. His mouth dropped open, hat resting over his eyes, you gaze moved to the empty bed the other side of him. Your brows furrowed before you shook your head and made your way to the tight bathroom. You pushed the door over to keep the noise from the others before you splashed your face with cold water, your hands rested on the edge of the porcelain sink as you looked up. The person that looked back to you was a stranger, the dark bags underneath your eyes and wrinkles between your furrowed brow, completely different to the wide smile that is constantly plastered on and the insane amount of makeup and photoshoot.  You dried your hands on the small towel before you dropped it over the sink and stepped out the room. The thought of going back to bed twisted your stomach, pulling the door over and switching the light off you carefully made your way to the second door. You pushed it open and quickly stepped out and closed the door back over. Carefully you made your way down the corridor, that opened into a stingy living room, Ghost’s hunched figure lingered at the large window that was opened.  ‘It’s not your turn.’ He commented as he turned and looked at you.  ‘I know.’ You replied, he moved off the seat and stood to his full height, you were sure you heard some of his bones pop.  ‘Nightmare?’ He quizzed you hummed, you looked out the   ‘Constantly.’ You replied, he huffed and handed you a small paper mug that had small wisps of steam coming over the edge.   ‘No thank you.’ You politely turned it down.  ‘You don’t want tea?’ He quizzed, you shook your head.  ‘It’s yours.’ You replied, you rubbed your eyes.  ‘I can go make another one.’ He offered, you shook your head again.  ‘Ghost, just drink it.’ You ordered, he huffed as you turned to look over the ridge, that had provided him some cover for the night.   You didn’t turn when he lifted the mask, and raised the cup before he practically gulped the burning liquid down in a oner.  ‘We trust you.’ Ghost admitted, you looked at him as he pulled the mask back down, you caught a glimpse of the white scar up his jaw.  ‘Doesn’t seem like it.’ You commented before you looked away again, you played with the frayed seam on your trousers.  ‘We were told to keep you protected, no injuries or damages.’ He said, your brows furrowed.  ‘I’m not a piece of China.’ You commented, he scoffed.  ‘We know that, you’ve proved that.’ He grumbled, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in the seat that groaned.  ‘Who gave you the orders?’ You quizzed, his eyes darted to your fingers then straight ahead of him again. 

‘Captain Rogers.’ He said, you huffed and dropped your head.  ‘Of course.’ You sighed, whilst you shook your head.  ‘What?’   ‘My last mission, my -,’ you stopped when movement out the corner of your eye caused you to turn.  ‘Do you like snooping?’ You questioned, Ghost turned and looked at the three men who had gathered at the doorway.  ‘We’re about to unlock your backstory.’ Soap said, the corner of your lips quirked up as you scoffed.  ‘Yeah, traditional and tragic.’ You commented.  ‘You don’t have to tell us.’ Price said, you tilted your head back and sighed.  ‘My last mission before I turned into their scapegoat was ordinary, go in, serve and then leave but we were attacked.’ You started, reaching up you scratch the side of your jaw.  ‘The entire compound was targeted, we allowed innocents or people who wanted to escape the war in.’ You continued, the team lowered their heads, knowing where it was heading.  ‘My entire team was killed ‘cept me, Widow, Mando and Trooper were shot down before the missiles were launched at us.’ You finished, you rested your chin on your knuckles.  ‘Have you always been called showgirl?’ Gaz asked, you shook your head as you straightened.  ‘Nope, I was known as Viper but that was quickly squashed.’ You said as you made eye contact with him.  ‘Why?’ Soap questioned.  ‘Soap, what was the first thing you thought of when you heard and saw me?’ You asked, he hesitated and looked to Price to figure out if he should.   ‘C’mon I won’t shoot you.’ You encouraged him.  ‘Pretty, carefree.’ He listed off.  ‘Cocky.’ Ghost piped in, you nodded.  ‘Daddy’s girl that wanted to prove her worth, right?’ You asked, having heard the words close to a million times.  ‘Yeah.’ They all agreed, you pursed your lips.  ‘How you hide yourself,’ you gestured to Ghost, ‘so people can’t connect your lives. I had to keep my burdens under wraps.’ You explained, he lowered his head.  ‘Burdens?’ Price questioned, the corner of your lips curled up.  ‘Four tours Captain, plenty times I’ve pulled that trigger, too many lives I’ve took.’ You informed him. 

‘Captain Rogers.’ You answered the phone, as you set it in the middle of the slowly rotten table.  ‘Are you alone?’ He asked, his voice crackled as you looked to the team who were sitting across from you.  ‘As I can be.’ You replied.  ‘Good, I need you to do something for me.’ Rogers said, you arched an eyebrow.  ‘What?’ You asked, you cracked your fingers as he inhaled.  ‘Infiltrate the 141.’ He said your eyes snapped up to them as they sat up, you held your hand up.  ‘Sir?’ You asked.  ‘I need to know about them, I want you to learn everything you can and report back to me in a week.’ He commanded you, your shoulders slumped.  ‘A week? I was meant to be done tomorrow.’ You replied, he fell silent before he cleared his throat.  ‘Change of plans, a lot of… money relies on this.’ He informed you, you dipped your head.  ‘Sir.’ You called.  ‘What? Do you want to be paraded around in front of cameras for the rest of your career Showgirl?’ He asked, you dropped your head and clenched your jaw.  ‘No sir.’ You replied.  ‘Good girl.’ He said, you slowly exhaled through your nose.  ‘But you can shove this job up your arse, I’m not spying on my team.’ You told him, the men’s eyes widened.  ‘Your team?’ Rogers questioned as he fought back a chuckle, you looked at the men, Ghost and Price nodded.  ‘Your team is burnt into the ground, ‘member when you had to grieve over empty coffins?’ He asked, you sighed and rolled your shoulders.  ‘Yes sir, just before you begged me to be the face of the army but I’m done.’ You returned.  ‘Done? You aren’t done till it say you are, I have all the contacts that will ruin you.’ He hissed out, you could hear him hitting his finger against the table.  ‘Do it then sir, I’ll be waiting.’ You threatened before you hung up and dropped your head down as you ran your fingers through your day-old hair.   ‘Shit.’ You hissed when you realised what you had just done, you went to pick your phone up but Ghost leaned forward and removed it from your grasp.  ‘What are you doing?’ You questioned, you reached out for the phone but he moved away.  ‘Stopping your from making a mistake.’ He grumbled, he dropped the phone before he stomped down on it, the device shattered.  ‘I just made the mistake, I need to fix it before he sends someone for you.’ You said, he shook his head before Price stepped between the two of you.  ‘We’ll be ready.’ Price said, you looked at Gaz and Soap before you focused back on him.  ‘You shouldn’t have to be ready.’ You told them, they didn’t look to bothered, having already made up their minds on what they were going to do.  ‘Y/N, whether you like it or not, your part of this team.’ Price said, you shook your head.  ‘I can’t.’ You stepped away from them.  ‘Why not?’ Soap asked, the group looked confused.  ‘Because I curse anyone that works with me.’ You spat out, the men looked amused.  ‘Trust me darling, we’re already cursed.’ Price commented, you lowered your head as the group watched you. 

[snarkspawn]

hi! would you happen to have any tips on drawing kisses? especially getting the squishiness of them right (like... the softness of lips and noses and how they get squished and pulled) while still maintaining likeness, you pull that off so wonderfully (I'm wildly in love with that KenBig kiss piece for example). i'd be very grateful for general advice on drawing kisses in a more realistic/semi-realistic style like yours too, or just a breakdown of your process? wishing you a good day!

Aw man

Thank you for saying that I manage to pull it off because it honestly doesn't feel like that at all lmao I struggle with drawing kisses a lot which is the reason I rarely ever draw them, despite smooshing everyone's faces together in my head constantly. Once I figure it out though it'll be over for all my blorbos and there'll be nothing but smooches on here!! (threat)

So I'm not quite sure what to tell you. My process involves a lot of frustration and swearing but I guess that isn't very useful advice so ... I usually start with roughly trying to figure out the angle I want. Bonus points if one of the faces is somewhat hidden behind the other lmao

After that I sketch in where the main features would go, just in general, to help me figure this thing out better. And then I go in and adjust it to match the likeness of the characters I want to have at it

Idk it's a lot of trial and error and throwing things at the canvas to see what sticks, and there's probably a better and easier way to do this, lol. If I had any tips to give it would be to try and keep it as simple as possible, especially the line where the two faces meet. It's essentially just a sort of ... zigzag, really. For some added squishiness I like to go in with the eraser and erase some of the thickness of the lines in places where they'd be smooshed together more. Not sure how to explain it ... kind of like this:

I hope that makes sense and this whole thing was at least a little helpful haha have a wonderful day yourself! ♥

[crystaljins]

Stars Above | 06

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Synopsis: Your nagging roommate is desperate for a third person to help meet the rent and your university just so happens to be running a fully-funded government grant for anyone who signs up to participate in the Intergalactic Exchange program.

Having an alien for a roommate is just asking for all kinds of trouble, though.

Alien!Taehyung x reader

Rating: Teens

Notes: This one is for everyone this week who really needs a good cry. Sometimes life gets you down but in fanfiction land you can have hot, affectionate aliens give you comforting hugs.

You can do it, guys!

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It’s a bit embarrassing to be caught crying alone in the living room. You were supposed to have the place to yourself, and so a little solo crying session had been well within your rights.  Everyone deserved a night where they could cry as pathetically as they wanted, and this was supposed to be your night to do so. 

After all, Nayeon had dragged Taehyung out, insisting she needed his presence on whatever crazy outing she had planned for the evening. You hadn’t protested since it’s rare that you get a night off just to yourself, particularly since Taehyung came to earth. 

(Not that you mind taking care of him, or anything. It’s just that living with two extroverts constantly vying for your attention is a bit exhausting and sometimes you need time to yourself.)

Regardless, you were supposed to have the living room to yourself until past midnight. And it’s not like you’d planned on using your precious solo time to cry- you’re not even really the kind to cry often. But, as you stared blankly at the screen of your phone, reporting your recent marks, you had just felt the burden of stress hit. Exams, assignments, paying rent, nagging mothers.... those sorts of things tend to stack up. And before you knew it, you’d been sniffling pathetically as salty tears slid down your face. 

Of course, it’s almost like he has a radar- the door had swung open almost as soon as the first tears trickled forth. Nayeon had insisted the two of them wouldn’t be back until well after midnight but it’s a little past ten pm and here he is. 

“(Y/N)?” Taehyung calls and your eyes widen with panic. “Are you awake? I’ve returned a little early! I didn’t continue being present because I discovered that Nayeon only dragged me to the party because she wanted to coerce me into courtship with a friend of hers-“ 

You’ve just managed to scrub the tears off your face in time for him to step into the living room, but their remnants remains; swollen eyes, a reddened, runny nose and a bad case of the sniffles as you try to stem the flow of tears. 

“What’s the matter?” He demands, cutting off his previous statement as he scrambles towards you. “Are you sick? Let me check for a fever-” 

Your eyes widen as you recall Taehyung’s ability when he leans towards you. 

“Wait, Taehyung-“ you protest, your palms pressing against his chest as you try to keep him at bay, but it’s too late. He leans over your seated form on the couch, craning his neck until he can press his cheek to yours, presumably searching for a fever. He stiffens against you as what you presume is the rush of emotions you are experiencing transfer to him through where your cheeks are smooshed together. You weakly attempt to push him back again, but to large hands come up to curl around your fingers. 

“You’re sad.” He whispers, and there’s no disguising the horror in his voice. When he pulls back to crouch in front of you, you are alarmed to notice that his eyes have taken on a distinctly bluish-sheen, the way that they do when he’s about to start crying. 

“Don’t feel people’s emotions if you’re going to cry over them! Are you stupid? You’re just hurting yourself!” You deflect, refusing to acknowledge his statement and instead dwelling on the irritation you feel. You hate when he cries. He’s such a smiley, cheerful guy and you hate the thought of anything squashing that and the thought that it’s the burden of your own stupid emotions making Taehyung cry just makes you feel even worse. 

You don’t notice that another tear has slipped loose until Taehyung gently wipes it away with the pad of his thumb. You remember what he had told you, about his ability; it’s an empathy device. His people share touch to share the burden and so it baffles you that he seems to still gravitate towards you when he could potentially find something ugly and painful. 

“There’s nothing you can feel that I wouldn’t want to share in.” He points out, and his expression mirrors yours, but prettier; a delicate, shimmery blue droplet traces the contour of his face. “If you’re crying, I want to cry with you.” 

He releases you and shifts, settling so that he is no longer crouched before you and is instead seated beside you on the couch. His frame is larger than yours- as he curls his legs up onto the couch and rests an affectionate chin on your shoulder, his whole body seems to be engulfing yours. Oddly, the sensation is oddly comforting and you find yourself curling back into him against your will. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks, reaching for your hand and tracing circles against the back of it with his thumb. Initially, you hold yourself stiffly and uncomfortably, but the action is soothing. Gradually you relax into his touch and allow yourself this tiny weakness. It’s just Taehyung- he won’t mind if you do this. You drop your head a little and turn your body so that you can rest your forehead into the crook of his neck and shoulder. You feel his shoulders rise and fall in a steady exhale, and when you look up at him, his eyes are soft and warm with the hints of a coaxing smile glowing beneath the inky black depths. 

“I just.... got a bad mark on my assignment.” You admit. “And I guess I’ve had a stressful week so I felt really overwhelmed.” 

“Mmm,” he hums sympathetically, craning his neck so that he can rest his chin against the crown of your head. “So you thought you would shed tears about it alone at home and not call on your friends for comfort?”

You’re quiet for a moment, frowning beneath the weight of his gentle scolding. It doesn’t sound like he’s annoyed with you- if anything, he’s almost teasing in the way he says it. But in all honesty, it hadn’t occurred to you that it was an option to call your friends. They were all out, and what good would it do to cry on the phone to them?

“That would have interrupted your night.” You point out. He smiles and raises an eyebrow. 

“It’s ten pm and I’m home already; does it look like I have a night to be interrupted?” He points out. You squint at him thoughtfully for a moment.

“Why are you home already?” You wonder. You’re a little more alert to his presence now that you aren’t scrambling to hide your tears, and it does occur to you that it’s strange for Nayeon to have released him from whatever she had planned. 

He sighs and shakes his head. 

“That Nayeon!” He complains. “I cannot comprehend how you tolerate her! She decided that since her friend was newly single that I would be an adequate partner for her!”

You wince and shake your head. You recall the friend in question because Nayeon had been ranting about how “a good lay” would solve all her problems. You should have suspected that the sudden radio silence could only indicate a scheme, and it looks like Taehyung has borne the brunt of it this time. 

Your leg is starting to go numb so you shift your position- Taehyung adjusts accordingly so that you are now seated side-to-side with him, tucked neatly under the protective curl of his arm. It does occur to you that now that you are no longer crying, you should probably remove yourself from his side. But you feel strangely warm, and sleepy. Like the pleasant feeling of settling under a warm blanket on a rainy day. 

You don’t notice him hiding a pleased smile at the way you seem to cuddle in to him. 

“So you came home early?” You snicker, as you picture the antics that must have lead to Taehyung’s arrival at home. He nods. 

“And a good thing that I did!” He asserts. And then, more tentatively: “I would prefer it if you contact me for future events such as these.” 

You snort. 

“What? Like scheduled crying appointments? “Hey Tae, I’m a bit sad this week, mind staying home while I leak snot everywhere?”” You mock. But he meets you back, completely earnest. 

“If that’s what it takes.” He says solemnly. 

His sincerity renders you speechless. 

Blinking, you register your position- curled up against him, not unlike the way the twins will snuggle into you when they’re upset. You’re leaning on him, taking comfort from him, soaking in his warmth. 

For a moment, it scares you- is this even allowed? Is it ok for Taehyung to be such a warm, reassuring presence? Is it ok for you to want this from Taehyung?

But then, as you gaze up into his kind, warm eyes, the fear dissipates. It is ok, to want this. Because Taehyung is kind and warm and he wants you to trust him. Because it is him, it is safe.

“Thank you.” You say, and the words come out a little breathless. 

The smile he offers you in response is blinding. 

Maybe you should cry a little more often, if this is the outcome.

[callofdudes]

I know progress on requests and writing in general has been slow. A lot of things are happening in my country and with the app that are not helping make that process easier.

But I just want to say I'm so floored about the support I've gotten over the least year. Over a year since I've been back and I've gotten massive support.

It's currently 10 hours since the New Year for me so Happy New Year you guys.

Thank you so much for all the love and support, and those who have been constantly popping back up. You guys always put smiles on my face.

Being included in all the fun little Tumblr games, and getting to write for what makes me happy. Smooshing the little blorbos together.

And it's been almost a year since @itsscromp and I have been talking to each other every single day. I'm really glad that I ran into him, and that he puts up with my shenanigans 😂.

Thank you for a good year, I hope we can stick together for another one 😊🫶🏻

[flabby-flattie-fatties]

Might be time to look into some small sponsorships from some sweets shops for both Ann and Rise

"Are you -uuuuurp- sure about this Ann?" Rise said as she rubbed her bloated belly, groaning as she tried to calm down the beast after making it suffer with so many candies.

"Absolutely! C-Come on Rise, didn't you say that you wanted the huge Risette comeback? Well, we first gotta start small, you know? A few sponsorships here and there, let people remember we're still in the showbiz, I'm pretty sure companies will go crazy after that"

Much like Ann expected, as her waistline grew, the offers for fashion magazines and just ads in general went down. This, however, was something that further emphasized her excitement for her gain. Going from the hottest model in the agency, one that had to constantly decline offer after offer from all kinds of shady companies who just wanted to use her body as a selling tool; to now barely even finding any agency who might want to work with her, having outgrown the size limit for "thick" and get into the downright "fat" territory.

Sometimes she would even contact agencies directly, send them pictures of herself, knowing fully well that they would reject her. The excitement she got from knowing she wouldn't be allowed to was simply intoxicating. And for as much as she didn't want to admit it... The same was true for Rise.

Watching her roommate ballooning alongside her, watching her get less and less business calls, it was an experience unlike any other... still, she did feel a little bad, so she decided to look for other things they could do, something that could kill two birds in one stone, and well, what better way to do it than by working with a candy agency?

The candy was cheap, the type that didn't really put much thought about how much sugar or calories they put in their product. A company that was kind of out of the loop and thought that hiring Ann Takamaki and the Risette for such a cheap price was a jackpot. The favorite kind of brand deal for Ann.

"I know, but we have been recording this AD for an hour, and you always -uuuuuuurp- tell me to stop after the scene of us eating the candies. I think my sugar rush just became a sugar crash"

Rise pouted as she rubbed her tummy and readjusted her bra, the damn thing kept moving and moving. The elastics must have been worn-out with how loose it was getting.

"Well, that's the most important -bwaaaaaarp- part, we have to sell the candy well. Come Rise, I thought you were a perfectionist in commercials. Come on, let's give it another shot"

"Ugh, ok"

Rise groaned as she sluggishly rose from her seat and adjust her bikini, changing her weary face to one filled with joy and happiness. She truly was a master in acting.

"3...2...1... Hi, I'm Ann Takamaki"

"And I'm Risette!"

"You might know us from our many many live performances and photo-shoots. But there is one thing you might not know about us"

"We are two girls with a massive sweet tooth, we just can't resist candy!"

"Well, that's a lie, I mean, look at us, we obviously can" Ann said, purposefully facing Rise and moving closer so their bellies would smoosh together. "But there is on candy we can't at all"

"Lulu's Lardycups. I swear, if my manager didn't ban it from the studio, I would spend all day eating it."

"Well, funny you mention that Risette. I just so happen to have a bowl right here!" Ann said as she picked up a bowl from a table off-screen

Immediately, both women started going ham on the sweets, devouring every single one of them until the bowl was empty.

"Jeez Takamaki, I guess I'm going to have to call you Pigkamaki if you keep eating like that"

"I just can't resist it, Lulu's Lardycups are so good, even us models can't resist a snack... Nah nah, cut! We didn't sell them well enough. Let's start from scratch Rise"

"-BWAAAAAAAAAARP- ugh"

[thebelladonnaofbuffoonery]

❀ JJK AS BOYFRIENDS, ITADORI — MDNI ❀

gege! i want my happy boy back! this is a threat! (insert the tiny kirby holding a knife)

CONTENT: headcanons, itadori x reader (18+), afab, 1,829 words, fluff, sfw + nsfw

gojo version

sfw

oh boy… we all KNOW he is *the* golden retriever boyfriend.

the he fell first AND harder trope.

is completely oblivious that you liked him back, but it was very obvious to everyone around him that he liked you.

looking for your reaction when he makes a joke, listening intently to everything you say, always relating things to you, catching himself staring at you constantly, always tryna be as close as humanly possible to you all the time —this still happens when you’re together too.

like he’s the type of guy to subconsciously insert you into every conversation. “oh y/n loves that movie!” “look at this! i’m sending y/n a photo~” “y/n said that’s bad for you”

takes your word as gospel too. like you could make up the dumbest shit and this mf would be like “wow you’re so smart cutie, ily”.

nobora abuses this power you hold constantly.

he will do anything and everything you ask (and don’t ask) as well, like you best believe if you ask him to grab you a drink he’s grabbing you that and a snack, and whenever you’ve got something in your hand he’s offering to carry it before you can.

when you guys go shopping together he will take the bag of clothes the cashier is handing in your direction and refuse to let you carry it.

nobara’s kicking and screaming bc when SHE threw all her shopping at him he just COMPLAINED—

when you get home he’s expecting a full fashion show to show off all you bought and he is not only hyping you up, but genuinely enjoying watching how happy you are about it.

if he’s not with you he’s expecting a facetime call and you better deliver.

he loves to know how happy you are, especially when it’s something he’s done, so he is helping you with every chore, every task, anything you need help with he’s already started doing.

is his own room clean? absolutely not. is yours clean bc he saw you picking up a few things and helped you? absolutely.

you best believe he’s holding open doors for you too. he definitely does this for regular people anyway, but he goes the extra mile when you two are alone; like expecting you to walk out of the door first or opening the car door for you or pulling out a seat for you.

you should definitely make a huge fuss over bugs, regardless of if you’re scared of them bc he would love to swoop in and kill the spider for you <3

then you gotta rub your hands all over him and dramatically proclaim him as your hero (he’s giggling and kicking his legs n twirling his hair at the thought of being your hero).

another thing that makes him the happiest boy in the world is when you actually engage with his interests.

he respects you so highly so your opinion of things and listening to him talk about things he likes makes his heart swell so much.

you’ll make his heart explode if you remember all his ramblings and bring it up at a later date.

it’ll happen so casually too like “oh weren’t they also in [obscure movie only yuji would know an actor from]?” and before you know it he’s tackled you and is smooshing kisses all over your face.

he does the same thing whenever you compliment him too. he doesn’t know how to handle so much emotion when you call him pretty so he just has to kiss you!

just like the golden retriever he is, he needs to be touching/around you at all times.

he always has his arm wrapped around your shoulder or waist, and whenever he sits down he’s pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

he does this adorable thing where he comes up behind you and rests his hands on your waist under your shirt and rubs little circles into your back with his thumbs 🥺

if you weren’t already, he’s holding your hand when you cross the road, and pulling you in so tightly too his side when walking through big crowds.

adores when you wear his jumpers and shirts, it makes him feel like he can be close to you even when he can’t, and you just look so cute swallowed up in his big clothes (because we all know how big this guy would be, he’s buff).

loves that when you finally give them back (when his scent has rubbed off lol) they smell like you.

but also like a golden retriever, he is definitely throwing you around a lot.

like you cannot convince me yuuji isn’t the type to suddenly tackle you on the couch and start play-fighting with you for absolutely no reason.

the type of guy to push his s/o into the water at the beach and roll her down a hill at the park and play an extremely competitive game of slap-taxi.

definitely flops on top of you so you can’t move (especially when you try and get out of bed), his heavy body just smothering you until you agree cuddle time can last a bit longer.

it’s all done with love, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t still hilarious to watch this grown ass man who doesn’t quite understand his own strength throwing you around (with love <3 and he’s careful never to actually hurt you, if he did he’d be sobbing with guilt).

you better fight back tho, cling onto his back and hang off his arms n shit. he can take it, he thinks it’s positively adorable as well.

he is tapping that ass all the time as well.

he’s not gonna slap it in front of people but as soon as their backs are turned he’s smacking your ass. usually it’s all fun and games until you slap his ass back and now it’s slap-taxi all over again.

his excuse is always “but it’s RIGHT THERE look it’s CALLING TO ME—”

whenever you cuddle you best believe he’s grabbing onto your ass as well.

his favourite way to cuddle is with you straddling his waist, nuzzling into his chest and his hands gripping your ass.

he loves (probably equally as much) when he lays his head on your stomach and you play with his hair. 100% he is smooshing his face into your belly or between your boobs and groaning in complete satisfaction.

same with scratching his back. as soon as you start running your nails down his skin? he’s incapacitated, he’s under your control, he’s 9/10 times falling asleep under your touch.

going back a second— just because he’s an ass guy does not mean he isn’t obsessed with boobs.

he loves to squish them in his big hands and push them together absentmindedly while you’re sitting around or even trying to cook or something.

like if you’re standing up doing something he is pressing himself against you, groping your ass and then sliding his hands up and just 🖐️ 🤚 hold onto your titties. most times it’s over your clothes too. he just wants to hold 🖐️ 🤚

nsfw — mdni!

reacts the exact same way every time you take off your clothes; and that is being a giddy, blushing, heavy-breathing mess.

is in a constant need to jump your bones. like once you guys are comfortable with each other, he’s pouting and giving you puppy dog eyes constantly, which you just know means he “needs” to be inside you.

he tries so hard to be so gentle and take his time savouring you but he just gets so over excited so easily!

no matter how many times he says he “just wants to be inside you! you can totally still keep reading/watching a movie/working on your computer…” he’s always “accidentally” bucking his hips up and biting your shoulder to keep himself for whining (which doesn’t work. he’s whining regardless), and the occasional buck turns to a constant roll of his hips and- oh what the hell, screw whatever you were doing.

still doesn’t understand his strength but he tries to be so gentle!

he’s always holding your hand and caressing it with his thumb and he’s always peppering soft innocent kisses over your skin…

but like i said, he’s easily excited.

he’s doing all this cute stuff while he’s absolutely hammering into you. the juxtaposition of his actions have your mind in a whirl.

“‘m sorry! you’re just too cute!” is heard about umpteen times a day -during sex and outside it.

if he’s feeling horny (okay- more than usual) and he sees you walking about in his clothes? oh lawd… oh lAwd.

can barely contain himself around you, especially when you’re only in his jumper or only in his t-shirt.

fucks you in his t-shirt. his hands are underneath it groping at your breasts and he’s definitely pulling it up occasionally to watch your pretty tits bounce and he thrusts into you, but regardless that t-shirt is staying on.

is so vocal through sex as well. he’s always asking for reassurance that he’s making you feel good and he’s always reassuring you that you’re making him feel good, in between moaning and whining like a bitch in heat.

“so good- so good f’me” and “you’re doing so well!” constantly. you better be praising my boy back too.

he’s not at all expecting it though, no matter how much you do praise him, he never expects it.

especially calling him “good boy”; he is whining and picking up the pace as soon as he hears you utter those words. if you call him good boy outside of the bedroom? goes bright red in an instant.

if you praise him, tell him how good he’s doing while you’re running your fingers through his hair or scratching your nails down his back or biceps? he’s lasting about 0.05 seconds.

this is sort of a detour but- as much as he couldn’t think of ever hurting you, i definitely think there’s a part of him with a hidden obsession with ruined make-up, or even just your fucked-out face. it’s so lewd to him but i just know he secretly craves them.

that combined with getting over excited and his thing for that ass, you just know he’s getting you on all fours as often as possible.

smooshing your face into the mattress and messing up your pretty mascara and eyeliner, while one hand’s attentively holding your hand and caressing your skin, and the other’s grabbing your ass so hard you know it’ll leave marks, but his lips are so softly pressing against your skin, as he’s hitting so deep and so hard, having you scream and moan into the pillow, grasping tightly at the sheets with your free hand, all the time he’s spitting out praise after praise with his shaky fucked-out voice.

[beann-e]

haikyu characters reacting to you screaming back at them

sorry , I changed the characters I went with originally for this but , this is to thank everyone for 500 followers !

tsukishima

- he would only scream at you if his comments of telling you to shut up weren’t working

- then he’d just get pissed off because hey ? how else can he tell you to shut up in a nice way except

“ y/n “ you perked up as you looked at the blonde to the left of you on the bench “ look at me “

you smiled softly eyes never meeting his as he stared ahead not turning to look at you “ tsukki how can you tell me to look at you — then you don’t look at me“ your laugh rang out in the gym loud enough for him to hear and for his body to tighten reminding him why he was pissed off right now

His head turning to you smile spread across his face tightly, eyes roaming your face until he spoke voice holding a tone that rivaled the sweet look on his face “ I swear on hinata and the kings freaky quick y/n —if I hear your laugh one more time i’m going to suffocate you and pound you in the head with a volleyball “

your eyes widened as you turned away from the male “ no no no turn back around baby i’m not done yet “

you followed his words hanging on every word as he continued “ you’ve been chewing my ear off all fucking practice and i’m —look it’s pissing me off you talk talk talk and I really doubt “

he shook his head turning away from you “ if you even know what your saying at this point “ he scoffed “ cause I don’t “

The gym went quiet as everyone started to listen to the argument happening next to them him never stopping the vile words that spilled out from his mouth “ I doubt anytime you speak really if your even talking about something important or if you simply just wanna “ he shrugged his shoulders “ talk“

His mouth quirked up in smirk “ honestly would rather hear pipsquek over there talk about the little giant ten times a day than hear you speak at all “

you dropped your eyes to look at the floor him not trying to stop you only thanking god for the peace and quiet head leaning back to look up to the ceiling in thanks

tanakas voice coming out loud as his anger bounced off the wall of the gym “ you have a beautiful s/o like that and you bully them “ he scoffed mumbling under his breath in pure annoyance “ i’ll show you a bully beanstalk “

daichis hand slapped across tanakas chest like a seatbelt “ you do not need to partake in this trust me your not needed “

“ oi tanaka-san i’ve got your back bro “ nishinoyas small body stomped through the gym as he smiled wickedly at tsukishima only to be grabbed and pulled into daichis hold his small body tucked under daichis arm as he flailed around screaming out small profanities

“ there’s no need becau—- “

“ y’know if you want to hear hinata talk about how he was going to reward you tonight because, of your amazing test score then “ you smiled looking forward “ really go ahead —I don’t mind less work for me “

You giggled softly “ honestly , i’d have thought you’d rather receive your surprise from me but, I always knew you had a thing for him since you make fun of him constantly—he’s always on your mind seriously even when we were watching a movie you’ll bring up something stupid he did at practice “ tsukishimas mouth let out short breaths of air trying to find words to stop you

“hinata—I swear he’s got a boy crush on you “ you could feel the male next to you now eyeing you in disgust and holding even more anger than he had earlier

hinatas body rippled as he waved his body around excitedly thinking of your words really just happy to be included “ YOU DO” his face dropping quickly when he started thinking finally registering your words “ tsukki — TSUKII YOUR A GUY YOU HAVE A —“ he coughed regaining himself chest puffed out as he spoke clear with meaning

“well while I do appreciate the admiration i’d like to say — you have a partner and I don’t really feel very comfo— “

“ YOU DUMBASS THEIR JUST JOKING “ kageyamas voice raced through the room as he slapped hinatas head hard enough that sent him straight to the gym floor eyes rolling back in his head tears leaking out slowly

“ you may continue y/n-senpai we—we all give you“ kageyamas eyes twinkled in love before they went cold tsukishimas own eyes rolling with a small scoff “ and shittyshima our attention”

you turned to look at your boyfriend mock confusion on your face “ god tsukki you should have just told me you liked hinata better I would have let you go then “ you shook your head as he scoffed at your next words your face falling to sadness eyes searching his pure disappointment laced throughout your voice

“ and here I thought you were a big boy capable of dating someone older but I guess “ he was starting to get pissed off of course he could handle you how dare you say he couldn’t “ I guess your not capable of it “

“ I am capable “ he said softly turning to you who did exactly what he did moments ago and ignored the heartbroken look held in the eyes that drilled into your side “ i’m fully capable of listening to you y/n I swear “

you smirked never meeting his gaze “ y’know what here let’s do this “ your smile went wide as you zipped up your jacket and turned while reaching into your backpack

“ what—what are you doing “ his voice was low watching your hands gracefully open the bag and pull out a piece of strawberry cake “ wait— you—you got that for me because of my—”

“ no” you laughed “ no— of course I didn’t get this for you what would make you think of that tsukishima “

his heart dropping “ tsukishima—wha—y/n wheres tsu—“

“I got this for my boyfriend who loves to hear me talk and knows how to say things nicely “

“ but—-but that’s me so you did—you got it for me ?“

you laughed “ no this “ you pointed to the cake “ this is what that person deserved—that nice guy— but this“ your hand moved to open the container as you threw it in his face smooshing his head into it and pulling your hand back as he moved to scoop the icing from his eyes

“ this is for assholes “ you giggled “ like yourself“ you closed the container and moved your hands to set it next to him taking your finger and dipping it into the icing that covered his nose to lick it off your finger as you kissed the now ‘un-iced’ part of his nose

Head moving to whisper in his ear “ you pull some shit like that again and i’m leaving your ass you dont talk to me like that — i’m not yams do you understand me “

“ yes “ his answer was short and low but you knew he understood you as he moved to take his glasses off watching through blurry eyes as you left the gym

Daichi dropping a wide eyed nishinoya to the ground and letting go of his grip on a mouth foaming tanaka “ the reason I said you guys didn’t need to help is because — I trust that y/n knows how to handle a situation like that on their own “ he laughed “ how else would they be dating our wonderfully polite first year if they couldn’t take him “

Your head popped back in the gym as you winked over at the boy knowing he couldn’t see it. Body stopping in a halt while cleaning his glasses you were right he couldn’t see you but he could feel you were there —he could feel something evil lurking changing the air in the once breathable room silently cursing himself out in his head for talking to you the way he did earlier “ oh yeah and guys “

everyone turned to you as he muttered out a low fuck “ tsukishima — your star shit talker yeah—he wears dino undies “ you smiled brightly “ with matching socks “

You turned to hinata already knowing what he was going to ask when you left “no you can’t —he and yams already have matching pairs “ you turned to yams his face red and slowly moving away from everyone else in embarrassment “ sorry babes’—one goes down you all go down together “

the door slamming echoed throughout the gym as everyone went quiet kageyamas voice the first to come out as he tried to stifle his laughs, Coach ukai laughing softly before catching himself and screaming at tsukishima to clean himself and his bench up, the team turning away as nishinoya and tanaka defeated the rest of the boys ego in comments asking how many pairs he had while hinata asked if he ever wanted to match he and yams could go shopping for the taller male.

Yamaguchi to the boys rescue as he watched him clean off his glasses and throw them back on. Tsukishimas hand only reaching out to his side with a low sigh to eat the remaining bit of cake youd just smashed in his face “ god — so perfect “

Suna

-he would get so upset if you keep annoying him about trying. it goes with or for anything

-you would be telling him could he at least put a bit more effort into the relationship and he’d spazz

-or even you telling him the reason you had to drag him out tonight was because, there was no food at home and he would get mad assuming you just wanted to take him from the comfort of his own home

The quiet was loud and spoke for itself as you and the male before you sat across from each other in the restaurants booth. The air swirling in and out of your ear as you waited for him to say something.

Your eyebrows furrowed before you opened your mouth to speak “ bab- “

“ I didn’t want to come out tonight “

your face fell as you waited for him to continue speaking only for him to go deadly silent, uninterested gaze stuck on yours, his body relaxed and leaned down into the booth head thrown back to show off his half lidded eyes. His legs outstretched under the table god he looked so lazy.

Your mind raced thinking how was it even possible to look lazy In public

Your mouth tucked into itself before you let it go a small sigh leaving it “ suna there was no foo— “

“ I wanted to eat at home “ even though he looked relaxed you could tell his voice was tense.

You could feel your body losing itself at his behavior he was such a child when he didn’t get what he wanted and when he was forced outside. Throwing tantrums and whining any time you brung him shopping or stayed out too long and he would start to miss his houses comfort

Your weight getting pulled into the ground to a pit of anxiety. you just wanted to disappear you knew he was leading you down the trail of his attitude.

One more time that’s all it would take one more question , statement, anything spoken and he would snap.

It wasn’t often that it happened but when it did it wasn’t pretty

you heard the scoff that left his mouth as his eyes widened a bit before going back to their half lidded state causing you to shift in your chair uncomfortably

“ so you figured it out — “ he laughed softly “ so now instead of speaking your mind like usual your gonna try to stop the argument before it starts “

he smiled “ neat game “

His arms came down on the table in a huff his face showing a small smirk before it dropped “ gotcha baby —i’ll play —look who’s coming over here “

“ HI, what can I get you guys today “ the lady smiled at you as you dropped your head shaking it carefully already knowing what was going to take place

“ would you two like to start off wit-“

“ how about we start with nothin—“

“ suna “ your voice was warning

“ what “ you heard the challenge laced in his own as he spoke again“ is there something you wanted to do ? or maybe had your mind set on doing ? somewhat like myself ? “

“ maybe — maybe I should come back “ the woman moved to leave your boyfriend voice deep “ don’t move “

you snapped your face to look at him warning him to stop he was enjoying this he knew you couldn’t touch him or even come close. You wouldn’t dare not in public.

“ y’know what I do want to order “ he smirked turning to face the lady who was a bit taken back at the male her body heating up when she saw his smile you knew she had a crush

“ I just wanted to know “ here it comes “ what do you like ? is there anything you recommend “

he laughed moving to lean back against the seat “ on the menu that is— I mean I don’t think your eatable—or at least while working you aren’t so , i’ll suffice for right now “

you scoffed he’s always so cheesy “ well I uh “

“ please leave “ your voice was small “ just go please“

“ I am sorry “ she shook her head noticing your eyes holding a bit of annoyance before running off to a new table

“ who the hell gave you permission to take my fun from me”

“ suna your doing all of this because you didn’t want to leave the house “ you deadpanned “ seriously babe? “

“ don’t limit my problems like that “ he whispered looking around “ your making me look stupid “

“ because it is “

“ no it’s not “ he got louder “ the fuck if it is — your always dragging me somewhere that I don’t want to go I was fine on the couch we had food at home what more did we need ? we didn’t have to come out tonight y/n you just wanted to be extra and fancy“ his voice was raised higher than you’d ever heard it making you remember you two weren’t in the confinement of your own house

“ you just want to annoy the shit out of me yet again like you don’t do that enough. Everyday it’s constant nagging ‘ suna you’ve been in the house for 2 days , suna you never go out unless it’s volley , suna , suna , suna—god you never seem to shut the fuck up unless i’m throwing money at you like a stripper “

you laughter to yourself quietly before he huffed “ we had food at home “

your eyes darted out as you looked around you peoples bodies turning to stare at your table a bit shaken by the males screams “ look at you — wont even admit it — you just like putting on this fake face acting like staying at home is so bad “

he moved to grab his phone harshly off the table scooting out the booth “ fuck this — brought me out the house to eat this crap when I could’ve made a sandwich unnecessary money — unnecessary trip “

his body froze a shudder moving over his body as his gaze went soft at the ground. Legs jumpy but unmoving as his mind raced eyes peering down at the grip you held on his wrist

“ sit the fuck “ your eyes crisp and sharp on his own “ down“ him not even waiting for you to finish before he slid back into the booth body going slack to show the others watching the drama unfold that he didn’t care that his s/o just ripped his image to shreds with three words

“ why are you doing all this huh ? “

his voice was steady “ because I wanted to eat—eat at home I said this “ he shook his head trying to laugh away the obviously tense air that was roaming throughout the restaurant due to your cold demeanor

“ tell me suna “ his name sounded foreign on your tounge when you spit it back out at him mocking the way he said it earlier “ what were you going to eat “

“ a— a sandwich “

“ baby—with what bread ? “

his mind stalled before the gears started again except steering him backwards to think back to earlier “ I—I didn’t see any bre— no “ he spoke softly trying not to show you his obvious mistake

“ aw what was that baby speak up we can’t hear you“ you directed his gaze to everyone around as he shifted to sit up so he didn’t look like he was getting his ass handed to him like a 7 year old

“ I said um — there was “ he shook his head wanting to deny that you were right so badly “ fuck there was no bread”

“ ok and what happens to your so called planned dinner if there’s no bread “

he coughed “ no sandwich y/n “

“ awww no sandwich? “ the fake sadness on your face evident as you mocked him

“ fuck you y/n “

“ not tonight “ his body sinking when he saw the ghosts of smiles on the people’s faces that were listening in on you two

his head dropping to whisper “ I — I wasn’t even gonna try tonight maybe— maybe tomorrow so jokes on you “

you shook your head calling the waitress over as she stumbled a bit scared of your table and the negative energies it held “ ye— “

“ get me my check “

“ you — you only bought water “

you smirked thought about teasing your boyfriend yet again “ no I bought a sandwich remember “

“ wh— “

“ but no really jokes aside —can you actually bring me a “ your mouth moved fast as you asked for your favorite food and for it to be brought out and packaged in a to go box the shared table quiet between you two him never looking up until the waitress came back about 10 minutes later

Her hands stuffed full with 2 boxes and a small one containing the dessert you ordered “ thank you “ you smiled widely

Legs moving to stand as suna followed deciding to make yet again another sly comment“ so you did all this just to buy us dinner to go? real fucking classy y/—“

“ who said us ? “ you let out a small laugh as you took a glance at his face your eyebrows furrowing before they relaxed

“ suna this is for me “

“ wh—“

“ your right we are going home “

“ home but ? we— I didn’t get anything to eat “

you laughed walking off opening the door to the restaurant watching as he stayed still his body never moving from the booth you two sat at moments ago “ baby there’s nothing at home remember “

“ oh but I thought there was “ you smiled softly before your face came up in mock confusion “ your sandwich no ? “

[queenofbaws]

Hello again Queenie! Hope your Sunday is treating you well.

May I please request some fluffy post-canon Nick and Abi? Really been in the mood for them lately

Thank you ❤️

((Well hello again Kenzie! My Sunday’s going fine, and I hope yours is as well - I just wanted to say I tried to keep this to six sentences. I really did. The universe, however, had different plans. ;)c ))

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

“I...wait, wait, I didn’t...I didn’t hear that at all. Sorry, could you say that again?”

“Yeah, no, I...hang on, what part didn’t you hear?”

“Um...all? All of it? I think I missed all of it?”

“Oh.”

Abi had never really gotten why cartoon characters smacked themselves in the face when they were embarrassed, but as she got up from her bed and began pacing around her dorm room, it slowly began to make sense. The urge was there - the one that said slapping her own forehead sure couldn’t hurt the situation at hand, so why not give it a try - and man oh man, the way their connection kept cutting out seemed to suggest Nick wouldn’t be able to see her do it if she gave in, but...well, knowing her luck, that’d be the one moment FaceTime actually chose to work.

“Is this better?” she asked, nestling into the corner closest to the room’s window, her phone still held out at arm’s length. “On your end, I mean? Am I cutting out any less, or...?”

“Uh...gimme a second, it’s...maybe? Yeah, maybe it’s better.” Nick was quiet for a moment, probably waiting to see if his reception held up, and so Abi crossed her fingers that...wait.

Nope. Nope, he was absolutely frozen. Or his camera was, anyway. Ugh!

She let her knees give out under her, sending her back sliding down the wall until she was sitting in a heap on the tight, nappy fibers of the dorm’s carpet. “Can you hear me, at least?” she asked, her free hand moving not to smack her forehead (even though the urge was still absolutely there) but to prop her head up, smooshing against her cheek. “Maybe we should just switch to voice, do you think that would work better?”

Nick’s answer came over the line, but it was choppy and hard to make out, some weird echoing in the background making it sound like he was walking down an incredibly long hallway or something.

The fact of the matter was...a lot of their calls had a habit of devolving into this. It was some combination of different phone providers, bad reception, and (there was no way around it) Nick’s terrible luck with dropping his phone. Altogether it was just sort of a recipe for disaster, but...well...she still wouldn’t have traded it for the world.

After everything that had happened at camp, the thought of them all going their separate ways had hit sooo much harder than she ever thought it could’ve. The goodbyes had been almost impossible. There had been crying - real, actual crying - when they’d all gotten off the bus and headed for their respective homes, and there’d been a minute there where she’d worried her parents were going to have to literally find a, a, a carjack or something to wrench her and Nick apart when they’d said their goodbyes and hugged that one last time.

They hadn’t. It had been a close thing, though.

It was funny to think that one of the last talks she and Emma had had before things had gone so sideways back in North Kill was whether or not she was going to try and get Nick’s number. There hadn’t actually been any trying involved - it had just happened, and then the two of them were texting almost constantly, calling nearly every night, and sure most of those calls ended when one of their phones just plain decided enough was enough and dropped the call for them, but the fact remained that something about the distance had brought them even closer together. ...if that made sense. Which it probably didn’t. But she wasn’t an English major, so she guessed it didn’t matter too much.

“Hello?” Abi sighed, not without a tired smile as she waited to see whether Nick’s camera would unfreeze, or if she’d be able to understand his voice the next time he spoke. “Hellooooooo?”

“Yeah, hi, sorry Abi. I think my battery’s dying or something, it’s...ughhh. You sound so choppy right now.”

“Oh, I sound choppy?” she joked. “I wish you could hear what you sound like right now. It’s like you’re running up and down a tunnel, and - wait, are you? Running up and down a tunnel, I mean. I can’t really see what’s happening behind you, so...”

“Okay, I didn’t hear any of that. Or like...half of it? Did you ask me if I was in a funnel?”

“Tunnel!” she laughed, slowing her voice down to enunciate, “TUN. NEL. ARE. YOU. IN. A. TUNNEL?”

Nick laughed a moment later, the lag in their call catching his face in an unflattering half-grin before freezing up again. “No,” he said, his image on screen at odds with his voice, “I’m not in a tunnel. Why would I be in a tunnel?”

“I don’t know. I figured it’d be rude to ask.” The sound of his laugh had her going twice as badly as before, all giggles and smiles despite the awful connection. That, to be fair, was also how all their calls went. It didn’t matter how rough of a day she’d been having, how bad her classes were or how cold the food in the dining hall had been, talking to Nick had a way of just...magically making all of that so much better.

She missed him so, so much. More than she’d imagined she would.

“Well no, I’m not in a tunnel. It’s funny you’d ask that, though, because - ”

Only before he could explain why it was so hi-larious that she’d bring up the horrible echo on his end, a sudden knock on her door had her jumping out of her skin and back onto her feet. “Augh!” she gasped, her free hand on her heart, her head turned away from Nick’s frozen image. “Hang on, sorry, someone’s knocking...if my roommate was here, I’d let her get it, but the RA’s been in suuuch a bad mood this week, and...” She didn’t hang up, instead letting her arm hover just below chin-level as she gathered herself and walked over to the door. Abi took a deep breath and put on her ‘I-can-definitely-deal-with-people’ face (the one Emma had tried so, so valiantly to teach her), and opened the door fully expecting to be met with her RA’s usual scowl...

“ - it’s funny because I am in a hallway,” Nick said, looking a little sheepish as he stood there in front of her, in person, literally thousands of miles from where he was supposed to be at that very moment in time. “And when you think about it, I mean...hallways are sort of tunnels, I guess? In a technical sense, anyway, but...hi.”

Abi decided she didn’t get to make fun of Nick for dropping his phone anymore; not when hers tumbled out of her hand and landed on the ground with an awful crack as she threw herself into his arms and hugged him with all her might.

[xaharadesert]

MC with Love Language of Touch - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: Back to your regularly scheduled headcanons :) this one is a pretty old request from @divinedaughterofposeidon! I’ll be going through the older requests before moving onto the new ones, but with finals coming up I’ll probably spend more time writing and procrastinating instead of studying! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes! Requests are open :)

❤️Julian❤️

This man is absolutely a complete cuddle bug

You want a hug? He’s dropping everything (sometimes literally) to give you one immediately

You never need to worry about feeling too clingy with Julian— the man isn’t exactly distant himself

Honestly, you may even have to pry him off yourself to get him to do other things

It started as a joke, but now whenever the two of you go walking somewhere he holds his arm out so you can link yours with his like he’s escorting you around a fancy ball

This can cause a problem every once in a while, when one of you sees something interesting and nearly yanks the other off their feet to pull them to it

Sometimes when the two of you are relaxing at home, Julian will lay down with his head on your lap, holding one of your hands in his own, just gently running his thumb over your knuckles

He’s elated to have someone who doesn’t mind some of his more clingy tendencies, and he adores that you’re so willing to hold him as close as he wants to hold you

🧡Portia🧡

Physical affection is one of her favourite ways of showing you just how much she adores you!

She feels like sometimes she’s so busy that she doesn’t have enough time to properly articulate how much you mean to her, so quick hugs and squeezing your hand as she walks by are nice substitutes

Speaking of squeezing your hand, it becomes almost a little made up language for the two of you

Not like Morse code; it’s much simpler than that

One squeeze for “I love you”, two for “see you soon”, three for “I’ll miss you”, etc

When she holds your hand on walks it’s almost like having your own mini conversation

Obviously she’d prefer being closer to you, maybe cuddling or hugging or taking a nap together, but when you’re both so busy it’s nice to know that a couple hand squeezes will make up for a lack of time

💛Lucio💛

Listen, you’d be hard pressed to find a clingier man than him

Like, seriously, just try to pry him off once he’s latched onto you

He doesn’t care if it’s unprofessional, if he has to be in some sort of boring meeting, one of you is sitting in the other’s lap (or less, just cuddling— he will have a couch brought into the room solely so that he can cuddle you)

He likes to have you on his right side so that he can feel you properly— his golden arm is amazing, but he likes to run his hand up and down whatever bare skin of yours he can reach, and it’s not quite the same with a metal hand

Sometimes if he’s feeling extra clingy while you’re having a conversation with someone else, he’ll stand beside or behind you and lean in really close until your faces are practically smooshed together

It works great for weirding other people enough for them to leave you alone as well as making you laugh, which is one of his favourite sounds

💚Muriel💚

Out of the main love interest’s, Muriel is perhaps the most unused to touch

I mean, he’s obviously not touch-starved, seeing as that would be nearly impossible while having Asra as a friend, but with how large he is, he can sometimes be a bit nervous when showing physical affection

He tries his best to be gentle, never hugging you too hard, and constantly asking if he’s being too rough

He’s even a little nervous to sleep in the same bed with you, worried that he may role over and squish you or accidentally smother you

But he does enjoy it when you use him as a pillow when cuddling or sleeping together

He’s still a little anxious, but having you draped on top of him relaxes him

Not only is it pleasant to have full-body contact with you, he finds the pressure of having you lying over with your full weight to be grounding

💙Asra💙

Everyone knows for a fact that Asra likes to be in physical contact with you, whether they even wanted to know that or not

He is consistently touching you in some way, whether it’s an arm around your waist while talking with a vendor, or locking your pinkies together in a crowded space so you don’t get separated

If you just happen to be laying around somewhere at home, reading a book, taking a nap, or just daydreaming, he will drape himself over you like a cat

He likes to be as close to you as possible, and sometimes acts like a bit of an octopus by wrapping himself around you and refusing to let go

After so long of not being able to hold you the way he wanted to, he cherishes every moment he can spend pressed up against you

Even if the two of you are having a disagreement, you’ll probably just have to sleep with your backs pressed against each other because he would miss you too much otherwise

You’ll never even have the opportunity to miss his touch because he will constantly smother you with affection every single chance he gets

💜Nadia💜

At first you may think that she’s not really one for touch, but you’d be wrong

As someone who is constantly standing tall and somewhat intimidating above all else, she finds it relaxing to just scoop you into her arms at the end of the day and smother you with love

She has a bit of a hard time expressing herself through touch at first, seeing as most of her previous relationships were devoid of such comforts, but once she finds her footing, there’s no stopping her

One of her favourite things to do is run her fingers through your hair, and style it, if you’ll allow her

She adores having her haired played with as well, as she finds it soothing

If she has a busy day, and not much time to spend with you, she’ll never fail to gently caress your cheek before she heads off to face the day

[yikesharringrove]

It’s a book Steve’s actually read.

Well, Nancy kinda mostly read it to him. Which really just makes the whole thing hurt a little bit more.

His speakers were crackling and he had turned the bass up high enough that the song was distorted, vibrating through his car.

It was embarrassing. Scream-singing to Kate Bush while sobbing into your steering wheel in the high school parking lot.

He’s just got a lot of feelings, and Nancy dumped in that alleyway, he can literally see it and Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy. I’ve come home, I’m so cold.

Which, it’s all just bullshit. Pardon the word.

Because, Catherine and Heathcliff don’t even fucking end up together. There’s something about family difference and he remembers Nancy saying socioeconomic like that word meant anything to him and Catherine winds up dead of bad brain-itis and Healthcliff is a dick so they never should’ve been together anyway.

But, whatever.

He’s feeling very much like Catherine right now. Standing on the moors with a broken heart.

Because fuck Heathcliff. And fuck Nancy.

Kate Bush is the only one he can trust anymore. 

Her and her red dress and Steve’s insides feel like that red fucking dress in a way he can’t explain and Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window-

He just about jumped out of his skin when the passenger door opened.

One too-tan hand reached out to crank the volume down on the song, and a too-pink tongue slid across too-white teeth and

“Harrington, I’m obligated to tell you that you’re acting like a pussy.”

Hargrove.

Y’know, he’s the top of Steve’s Fuck List. Right there with Nancy and Heathcliff, and everyone else who sucks shit and makes people feel bad.

“Can it, dickhead.”

To be fair, Steve was ugly crying to Kate Bush by himself in his car, but he’s allowed to be a pussy by himself in his car.

Hargrove just gave Steve a look that Steve’s pretty sure meant I’m resisting the urge to punch you in the face right now, but was undercut by that stupid fucking tongue of his lolling around like some kinda hyper-sexual golden retriever.

Meanwhile, Kate Bush was still singing and Steve was still Cathy on the moors.

“I’m fucking sad, or whatever. Let me be a pussy.”

“Oh, come on, Harrington. You really this cut up about some prissy little princess? She’s not even the best this town has and that is saying something.”

“Y’know, for a guy that’s constantly calling all the girls in town ugly, you sure do fuck a lot of ‘em.”

“At least I’m getting some. When was the last time the princess put out, eh? Or was she savin’ it for marriage? I could see her bein’ one of those types.”

He said those types like he wasn’t wearing a saint’s pendant around his neck. Like Steve didn’t see his family all sitting uncomfortably silent together in the diner after mass every single Sunday afternoon.

It was weird, seeing Billy in a nice shirt. All buttoned up properly with his hair looking all respectful. Especially since Steve was usually high off his ass and slurping down a strawberry milkshake with cheese fries like he’d die if he didn’t.

“I’m not gonna talk about my sex life with you, Hargrove.”

“Aw, why not, Harrington. Don’t wanna compare body counts? You embarrassed or something?” Billy was grinning that shitty sharp grin of his, still waggling his fucking tongue as he leaned closer to Steve. “You still a virgin, King Steve?”

The song ended. Steve rewound the tape. It started up again.

He needed Kate now more than ever.

“Of fucking course I’m not. I’m just not some gross asshole that goes around telling everyone who’ve I’ve fucked. It’s called being a decent guy.”

“It’s called being a prude. Now, c’mon. Tell me who’ve you fucked. Maybe we’re tunnel buddies.”

Steve wanted to throw up. Kate was on the moors again.

“You’re disgusting. Tunnel buddies. How gross can you even get?”

“I hope that’s a rhetorical question.”

“I don’t know what that means and you’re a shithead.”

Hargrove tossed his head back and laughed, showing off those teeth that looked like they could take a chunk out of Steve’s flesh if Billy got close enough to try.

You had a temper like my jealousy. Too hot, too greedy.

“Seriously, though.” Billy had stopped laughing. “What is this shit?”

“She’s Kate Bush and she speaks to my heart.”

Billy just stared at him.

Yeah, that was a pretty pussy thing to say.

“I just got fucking dumped, dude. Let me be sad about it,” Steve backpedaled.

And then Billy did something very unexpected.

Well, he did something very normal for his character, and then he did something unexpected.

He lit up a cigarette.

And then passed it to Steve.

Steve filled up his lungs with a thick drag of smoke. He held it for as long as he could.

Which was really long.

Swimmer’s lungs. And that.

He blew out the smoke. Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window.

“Is this fucking song based on Wuthering Heights?”

“Yeah, you dumb dumb. It’s fucking called Wuthering Heights.”

“Okay, dumb dumb, I clearly don’t even know this song.”

“Maybe you’d be less of an ass if you did. Dumb dumb.”

Billy lit a cigarette for himself, letting the smoke trail out of his mouth like he was some kind of dragon.

Billy probably fancies himself a dragon. Thinks he’s this big scary creature that just goes around breathing fire and ransacking villages for their gold.

Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely on the other side from you. I pine a lot, I find the lot falls through without you.

Really, he’s probably like a dog of some kind.

Domesticated.

“You’re staring at me.”

Yeah. Steve was staring at him. Watching him smoke while Kate Bush played loudly. The speakers still sounded like shit even though Billy had turned down the song considerably.

Steve didn’t know when he had stopped crying.

Probably right when Billy had let himself into his cave of self pity, but his face was still wet.

He wiped it off, not pointing out that Billy had been staring at him too.

“Why are you here so late? Practice ended like, an hour ago.”

Billy shrugged lamely. He kinda looked like a little kid.

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window. 

“Bored. Didn’t feel like being home.”

“So you came to sit in the break-up mobile with me. How nice.”

“Mostly I just wanted to make fun of you for listening to this garbage. I could hear it across the lot.”

And sure enough, Billy’s car was parked a good ways down from Steve, about as far away as their two cars could be from one another.

Steve doubts Billy heard Kate all this way, but what’s he gonna do, bring that up?

No. He’s rather sit in this weird silence that settled between them, feeling awkward about himself and his body and listen to Kate.

I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering, Wuthering Heights

“She’s not worht it, y’know.”

Steve had to do a double take to make sure it was still Billy sitting in his passenger seat, and not some cheap imposter wearing a Billy-suit and saying almost nice things to Steve in a not-mean voice.

“What’d you say earlier? Plenty of bitches in the sea?” Steve would’ve laughed at that comment when Billy made it if they weren’t naked together.

There’s something things you don’t do while naked with another guy, and laughing just isn’t one of them.

Plus, he had been a little too focused on figuring out why Billy’s nudity had given him that same hot feeling that nearly seeing Rob Lowe’s dick in The Outsiders movie gave him last year.

“I mean, it’s true. Don’t sweat this break-up. She seemed like an uptight bitch anyway.”

“Hey.”

Steve was still a little too sore, a little too fresh from the split to trash talk Nance like that.

“Whatever. Get high. Look at some porn. You’ll be fine.”

Ooh, let me have it. Let me grab your soul away.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Silence again.

Kate was back to the chorus.

The song was almost over.

“You could always go on the rebound. get her out of your mind with someone that’ll actually put out.”

Hargrove had barely even said it before he was yanking Steve forward, giving him no time to prepare as their mouthed smooshed together in something that was very very awkward, and very very sloppy.

Steve still had tears on his cheeks, and his cigarette was getting dangerously close to the filter, threatening to burn his fingers, and Kate was still singing, and Billy was kissing him, and dear God Steve’s at least a little bit gay.

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window. 

They drifted apart from one another just in time for Steve to rewind the song again.

“So, uh, yeah,” Billy said, and his cheeks were this wonderful shade of red, and Steve couldn’t stop thinking about Kate’s red dress and that fucking kiss and he was on the moors again, but this time he and Billy were making out in the grass and oh fuck, oh fuck-

“Yeah. Good.”

“Good?” Billy raised on of those dark eyebrows at him, his cheeks still burning.

“Good. Very good.”

Billy nodded a few times, sucking on his cigarette. Steve suddenly remembered he had dropped his on the floormates and tried to stamp it out before it got singed to bad.

“Okay then. Good.” Billy opened the passenger door, stepping out and flicking away his cigarette. He seemed to think for a moment, before turning around, leaning his upper body into Steve’s car.

Steve thought they were going to kiss again.

He was ready to go for it, ready to let his eyes close and maybe let it lead to more. He was Cathy and he was ready for some action.

But Billy just grinned again.

And skipped the song.

[sidespromptblog]

What to Do?: Chapter 10

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

Warnings: General Angst, Remus being spooky, Hurt/Comfort, Brief Food Mention, and Sad Stuff. 

Summary: Logan realizing that his first mistake was seeing the other sides as anything other than coworkers. They weren't a family. They didn't even like each other. How had he not realized sooner?

Word Count: 2,067

Logan heard the springs in his bed behind him squeal as someone sat down on it, and for a moment he didn’t look away from his computer. His eyes were already straining against the glare of the computer screen in front of him, he just wanted to close his eyes and rest for even just the slightest moment… but the presence behind him forced him to keep his back straight and his eyes trained professionally on what he was doing. It was only when he had made more than one spelling mistake on the same sentence did he direct his attention from that, to his cold cup of tea sitting right next to his keyboard. 

Logan grimaced, now of all times he could have much rather preferred coffee, at least the caffeine from that would have helped keep him awake. But he just grimaced and took a sip, the sweetness mixing with the spices over his tongue making him scrunch up his face a little bit. Yes, he much rather preferred the bitterness of his old coffee, and despite what he’d said to Roman and Virgil… 

He missed it so damn much.  

He moved to take another sip, and the bed behind him squealed again, as the person behind him finally stood up. 

“That’s enough nerd,” Logan felt his body jolt in surprise as he felt Remus’ hand smoosh over his face, and covering his mouth so that he couldn’t take a single sip from his drink. Looking up, he found his eyes locking with Remus’, as his head was bent backwards so that he couldn’t have even tried to look at his computer even if he had wanted to keep working on it. Remus’ stance was clear, even if his methods were… odd. “That’s enough…” The creative side spoke again, with a surprising amount of softness in his voice, the wild chaos that had been present the other day all but gone. 

Nevertheless, Logan attempted to bat the other side’s hand away. 

Clearing his throat he wheeled his chair around so that he could properly address Remus. “You’re a bit late,” He began, before holding up his hands before Remus could talk. “But given your track record, lateness is better than nothing. Do you have your paperwork Creativity?” 

Remus’ expression spasmed, and his hands clenched tightly for a moment, as if he had gone through all of the stages of grief and had gotten stuck in the process of rage for a moment. His eyebrows pinched, and the dark look in his eyes took a moment too long before it finally cleared away to a blank kind of smoothness, that told Logan more than enough about how Remus felt in that moment. 

“That’s not my name,” The creative side said carefully, his fingers clenching and unclenching into fists, as if he was still contemplating decking Logan right then and there. “You know that… Logan.” Remus’ teeth bared themselves in a fierce smile, that was more of a threat than pleasantries. “So do not call me that. My name hasn’t been Creativity for a very long time, that’s Roman’s title… not mine.” 

“Don’t you forget it.” That smile said, “Or I’ll rip out your throat.”

Logan cleared his throat, and in an instant the look was gone, replaced instead by a simple look of impatience. 

“That being said…” Remus groaned to himself, as he flopped back onto Logan’s bed, completely ruining the neat and orderly presentation of his blankets and pillows when he did. “I'm supposed to be here apologizing.” He grumbled, sounding very… not sorry in the process. “Apparently…” 

Logan’s head cocked to the side, curiosity curling in the bottom of his stomach. 

“Apologizing?” He asked, “For what?” 

Remus kicked his legs out, scattering Logan’s starry blanket and nearly making it flop onto the ground, only caught by the creative side’s leg at the last second. An angry frustrated huff left Remus, as he snatched up one of Logan’s pillows and pressed it over his face as if he was trying to suffocate himself so that he wouldn't have to answer these questions anymore. In Logan’s honest opinion, he looked all too similar to a child throwing a temper tantrum, and just like that… the image of Remus wearing the dunce hat while pouting flashed into his mind like a streak of lightning. 

Logan had to press his lips together to keep his smile down. 

And just like that another groan sounded from Remus, “For ruining your schedule!” He finally shouted, throwing his hands up in the air as he suddenly sat up, the pillow flying off of his face and falling at Logan’s feet. “Janus says that if I apologize that it’ll help things, and things certainly aren’t supposed to be like this!” The creative side swept his hands out dramatically, emphasizing Logan’s room, and how it was supposed to look like a cubicle until Logan had started feeling too tired to hold up the illusion of it all. “You’re supposed to be the boring ordinary one that bests me! But this!” Remus stomped his foot, “You’re letting me win with this!” 

Bending down Logan picked up his pillow, and dusted off a speck of imaginary dirt before tossing it back over to Remus. The creative side caught it with no problem, before hugging it tight to his chest, a borderline desperate look on his face. He hadn’t looked sorry before, especially now with knowing that Janus had been the one to make him apologize. But now… now he truly looked sorry, even if it wasn’t for the reasons that Janus had wanted him to be. 

“Remus,” Logan began, his voice much softer than it had been with any of the others. “You don’t have to apologize to me, not for finally getting me to see what I needed to see in order to get the others to listen to me.” Remus’ face blanched for a moment, and a look of miniscule guilt that Logan didn’t exactly understand passed over his face within a second. “Truthfully… I understand how you feel.” Logan began again, this all felt so easy to explain to Remus than it did with any of the other sides, and he had no idea why. “I understand how you felt… by constantly being ignored all this time.” 

For a long moment, Remus looks solemn. Up until the moment that Logan finally stands up and makes his way over to the bed. Sitting next to the creative side Logan stops for a moment, before flopping back much of the same way that Remus had and after only pausing for a moment Remus does the same. The two of them laying there, side by side, as Logan stares up at his ceiling and Remus stares at him 

A heavy sigh leaves Logan, and without even thinking about it he presses his pillow over his face in the same way that Remus did. “I deluded myself,” He mumbled into his pillow, before dragging it off of his face. He feels weak when his eyes start to sting and water, “The others weren’t ever my family, or even my friends. They didn’t like me… I was just.. just annoying to them. So… so…” Logan hates himself for how his bottom lip trembles, but he knows that he’s right and that it needs to be said to the one person who might get it. “So boring.” 

For all intents and purposes… Remus feels crushed. 

It’s a new feeling for him, being this hurt by someone who isn’t Janus and isn’t his brother. And what’s worse is that Logan isn’t even meaning to hurt him, this is a hurt born from feeling empathy for another person. He knows that he should hate it, and that he should hate Logan for it as well. But the kicker is…

He can’t. 

He can’t hate Logan for this, not when he made this happen. 

“I’m sorry.” He wants to say it again and again, until Logan truly understands what he’s apologizing for, until Logan understands that he’s apologizing for the others as well and everything that they've done to hurt him, and until Logan felt that he could go back to the way that things were before all this. 

Instead he just nods his head, “I know.” He turns over, so that Logan can have his tears in peace, “The others miss you though, they… think of you as family…” Remus winced, while the words didn’t exactly feel like a lie, it still felt… 

Hollow.

Like it was too little and very much too late after everything that had been done, he knew that had he been in Logan’s shoes his reaction wouldn’t have nearly been so.. so nice. In his eyes, Logan was giving them far better than what they deserved, despite what he had said to Virgil… he knew that there wasn’t much he could do to help this situation, and that anything he did would mostly just make Logan pull away more and more. If anything, his ranting and even his presence here probably made things worse for the others already… 

Just like with everything that he did. 

Logan snorted roughly, and just that Remus was dragged back to the present. 

“That too bad,” The logical side muttered sourly, his lips twisting into an angry frown. “They can imagine whatever they want, but our relationship was nothing more than them taking what they wanted from me, and leaving me in the dust. They don’t get to miss that just because I decide that I’ve had enough. No matter how much I regret that this is how things are, and no matter how much I miss them… this is how it is from now on. They ensured it.” Logan didn’t like the dark feeling that had seeped into his chest, the anger that burned there, or the hurt that seemed content with lacerating his heart every time he thought about how things used to be. 

He could have been content, and he could have just turned a blind eye to all of this and just… looked at the good moments. Like when Virgil smiled at him after their mock debate, or when Roman had made him his book, and when Patton smiled at him after he had gotten the moral side his new hoodie. He could have just pretended, and learned to take things how they were, and make himself look away from the bad parts. 

He could have…

But he didn’t want to anymore. 

“I’m tired…” Logan finally sighed out, when only silence had answered him after his long spiel. “And maybe that’s boring of me too, but at least I can be happy with that.” 

For a moment there was nothing, before Remus finally moved. 

His arm tucked its way around Logan, pulling him in tight and holding him there firmly. “I know.” Remus merely said, those two words holding a deeper meaning than the logical side could ever truly know. “I know…” 

Logan… 

Logan wanted to break apart into a million pieces the moment that Remus had touched him, in a good way. It had felt like forever since he'd last touched one of the other sides, let alone a good touch that didn’t reek of annoyance from one of the others. It had been forever since he’d sat with the others, everyone touching everyone as they all watched movies late into the night. It had been forever since, Virgil had just casually sat with him on the couch, the anxious side leaning against him without a second thought. It had been forever since Roman had slung his arm over his shoulders to show him something new and interesting. And… and it had been forever since Patton had swiped his hair out of his face, in an act of care and love.   

He hadn’t let them touch him, because he knew that if they did...

Logan heaved a shuddering breath, and turned into Remus’ one-armed embrace and shoved his face into the other side's chest. Letting his tears get soaked up by the fabric of the creative side’s shirt, just this once… he let himself do this. 

While Remus…

Remus let his touches linger as he curls his entire body around Logan, as if he were protecting him just as it always had countless times with Janus.  

It comes to him as easy as breathing does.