#likes heres the thing the bad is that its ouchie on my feet

[moomoorare]

Hough just ended my second shift of first day. Holy fuck my feet

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #291

It's not quite as bad today as it was yesterday. I imagine the worst of it is over by now. I've been diligent about keeping my mouth rinsed and clean, and I've been very careful with brushing and chewing so as not to disturb the extraction sites. Hopefully things will only improve from here.

I guess the most annoying part of it is that it's not just the extraction sites that are swollen up all to hell. My sinuses are also feeling the effects, and so is my voice. It's weird. I don't really like it. It'll be good when this is done with.

I went to work today, and although I woke up in a lot of pain this morning (not as bad as yesterday morning!) and although my sleep has been broken and strange lately (I haven't been able to use the CPAP; I can't imagine that having the pressure of the mask near the extraction sites is a good idea…), I'm glad I went. Ma, and the other manager, Tr, are both super great people and I feel lucky that they're who I get to chill with while I do my various tasks. Ma is delightful in the usual way that he is - he's very laidback and friendly. Tr is very animated, and she always has something funny or witty to say.

I'm glad I went. I was pretty tired, and after being on my feet for 4 hours doing various things, I felt even more tired. But still, the time passed in a flash, the way it usually does. I took 800mg of ibuprofen along with 650mg of acetaminophen about an hour before I went into work. I didn't notice them start to wear off until the last hour or so, and that was pretty good! I needed to move around, and I needed to kill 4 hours quickly. I got to spend those 4 hours baking cookies, bagging up breads, and chattering with some pretty cool folks!

Here's some of what I did today:

...It ain't half bad. 🙂 I especially like bagging up the rye breads because they smell nice when I run them through the slicer. There's something really comforting about the repetitive certainty of the movements involved, too.

A "normal life". Despite everything that came before, I have a "normal life", with all its ups and downs, victories and defeats, and everything in between.

Even when it gets frustrating and ouchy like with the last bunch of days, and even when I get bitter and angry and mournful about the things before that absolutely were not normal, it's still a beautiful thing. And even if our beginnings were not normal, we can still build a beautiful normal out of the wreckage of it all, even if it takes just a little bit more effort.

Not everything gets handed to us. And it's unfair, for sure, but... that's the way it is. You can still build a "normal" out of it, if you use your compassion and if you think a little outside the box.

...I write down my normal life so that way when you're safe someday, you'll know how to do it. I write it down so that way when you're safe someday, you'll know what "normal" looks like. Some people, especially if they come from trauma, end up thinking like the low points and the frustrations are things that need to be avoided, but... that's not how it is. A normal life has a mixture of nice things and icky things, easy things and difficult things, happy, sad, and angry things, and all the in-between things, too. A normal life is a rainbow. It is a kaleidoscope. It's got a little bit of everything in it.

And through it, a normal life has folks you can share this stuff with, so that the nice things can be amplified and the icky things can seem not quite so bad. A normal life means you don't do it alone, unless you really want to. A normal life means that if you're doing it alone even though you don't wanna be alone, you just keep looking for the people who will accept you as-is, and you take rejection not as a measure of what you're worth, but as a measure of how compatible you are with the specific person you were rejected by.

...And... a normal life means that even when you find people you're compatible with, you understand that they will accidentally hurt you from time to time, because you're different people, and the only way to avoid accidentally stepping on each other's toes is if we were all the exact same person. But that gets boring. So part of a normal life means developing healthy conflict resolution skills and learning to give others grace and learning to take things in stride.

In any case, even if you feel alone, there is at least one person here who will not reject you. I'm right here, writing letters to you every day. So things aren't hopeless for you. Difficult, yes - likely extremely so. But not hopeless. Whatever I can do to support you, I will - as long as you tell me whatever it is. And if you'd ask for me to do something destructive, then we'll find what the underlying need is and find healthy ways to address it instead.

All it takes is a little compassion and a little out-of-the-box thinking, and I'm pretty good at both! You gotta be, when you're doing teacher training; gentle redirection of destructive urges to meet the underlying need is the norm when working with young people or with very traumatized people - did you know that? It's why I was so good at working with the so-called "problem children" when I was teacher training. Find the underlying need and address it, and the "problem" behaviors disappear. Teach them how to identify their needs and teach them acceptable ways to meet them, and the "issues" simply don't crop up. We do so much more for others when we empathize and empower instead of punish.

In any case, while I was at work, J was out in the airplane, and M was at home, doing whatever he pleases. J got some nice pictures for you while he was out - here:

...I guess you'd have at least two people who would support you. I can't speak for M, though; he's got social anxiety, and meeting new people gives him the heebie-jeebies, which is fair. I'm sure he'd eventually warm up to you, though. And once he does, I'm sure he'd be all too happy to teach you things like how to play Magic: The Gathering or whatever board game strikes his fancy. He's a smart guy; you'd like him a lot, I think...

So... once you're all done doing whatever you're doing at the Edge of Creation... try to build yourself a normal life like you wanted, okay? Because you wouldn't have to do it alone. Even if everyone in your world rejects you (and not everyone there will; Genesis, Angeal, and Zack still love you very much!), you still have at least 3 people in mine who wouldn't, even if one of them would take a hot minute to get used to you.

So don't give up, okay? Don't act recklessly. Don't do things that will lead to you disappearing. Because you still have so many things to look forward to, I promise. There's still life on the other side of trauma. And, even if that life still has its difficulties (like needing to endure the pain of getting teeth pulled to fix the results of parental neglect... good grief...), difficulties are temporary if you treat them like obstacles to be worked through instead of like permanent traits of your life or permanent traits of your personality.

Everything changes, and this is usually a blessing, even if sometimes it feels like a curse at first. I know that sometimes changes are sad and scary, but this, too, is part of normal life. It's something that everyone has to get used to. Everyone is on their own personal journey; we are not main characters in a world full of NPCs. Instead, literally everyone is the main character at the same time, and all of the things are the results of everyone's choices, even if sometimes those choices manifest in results that could not have been foreseen. Life is hard at least in part because everyone's willpower is pulling at the fabric of reality all at the same time, and things get super confusing as a result.

So try to make good choices, okay? Because in so doing, we inspire others to make good choices, too. And even if that inspiration doesn't happen overnight, that's okay; we can just treat it like obstacles - something that's gotta be worked at, like everything.

I am going to stop writing before I ramble some more. J has returned home, and he is going to continue his first playthrough of Chrono Trigger, and I wanna watch.

And then later when he's done, I think I'm gonna play some Tomba! Because my "big bad power fantasy" is... living in an able body that looks like the kind of person others can take seriously. Because then, maybe I could help everyone. It's basically a game in which you go around doing favors for everyone while you run around the world as a pink-haired boy who apparently can do parkour in nothing but green shorts. It's pretty freaking rad! It's been one of my favorite games for a long time now...

I love you. Please stay safe out there with whatever it is you're doing. Please don't die. And... as we of my house like to say amongst our friends: try really hard not to eat weird things off the ground; you don't know where they've been.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[snappleapple]

their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

[myherowritings]

All That Ass

— One night at the gym, you see a handsome guy with so much ass, you take a picture on the sly and send it to your number neighbor, Bakugou, to freak out over. But what you don’t expect is for him to reply with a picture of you from the same gym.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader word count: 1,876 genre: number neighbor au!!, fluff

a/n: this is a bonus “what if” scenario based on these asks i received about baku and y/n meeting at the gym while he’s doing leg/butt day LOLOL,, just to be clear, this isn’t a canon part of the nn-verse! it’s just a hypothetical oneshot answering the question “what if they had met this way” AND I THINK IT’S SUPER CUTE!! i hope you enjoy and pls lmk what you think !! xx

“So… Does anyone want to go to the gym with me?” you asked cheerfully, sending a pointed look Shinsou’s way.

You knew Midoriya had already gone this morning (though, if you asked, there was no doubt in your mind he would go again), and Todoroki had just come back from swimming laps at the pool, so your roommate, Shinsou, was your best bet.

Too bad said roommate would rather stay home and play outdated games than workout with you. 

When he didn’t reply for a solid five minutes, you poked him on the bicep-- How he actually had muscles considering how lazy he was would undoubtedly remain the world’s biggest mystery. 

“Hello? Earth to Shinsou?”

He slowly tore his gaze away from the television, looking up at you from his seat on the couch. “Did you say something?”

Giving him your best smile while fluttering your lashes, you sang, “Does the best roomie in the world want to go to the gym with me?”

“No.” Shinsou hardly blinked. 

Your mouth formed a small ‘o’. “Wha--? That’s it? You’re not even going to give an excuse?”

“Nope. Just go by yourself,” he dismissed. “You always talk about how you’re a ‘strong, independent woman’, correct?” 

You scratched the back of your neck-- A habit you picked up from him over the years. “Well, yes…”

“And strong, independent women should be able to go to the gym by themselves, right? 

The only way you could respond was with an incredulous nod. 

“Glad we could agree,” said Shinsou with a wry smile. “Have fun at the gym, then!”

“I… Thank you…?”

And with a slightly confused expression you grabbed your keys and duffle bag and walked out of the door to the recreation center near your apartment, vaguely hearing Shinsou chuckling in the background.

It wasn't until you felt the chilling breeze of the outdoors that you snapped out of your trance. 

“Dammit,” you muttered under your breath. How was he always so persuasive? Sure, at times you could be the slightest bit gullible, but regardless, his skills were almost inhuman.

You huffed, shaking your head as you entered the reception area of the gym. After showing the workers your membership and brushing your hair out of your face, you headed upstairs to do some cardio. 

“Excuse me, are you done with the StairMaster?” you asked the blond-haired guy wiping down the only open machine. 

A bead of sweat trailed down the side of his face to his neck and you had to avert your gaze before he could catch you gawking. 

“Just finished,” he said, his voice a gruff timbre that was surprisingly pleasant to the ear. He finished wiping down the handles and nodded your way. “Go for it.” 

You beamed, setting your water bottle and phone on the machine to get situated. “Thank you so much!” 

He huffed. “Yeah, whatever.” 

That wasn’t exactly a warm ‘you’re welcome’, but you shrugged it off with a small smile, stepping on the stairs and starting a light warmup. 

You placed your earphones in and played some music to set the mood, ready to work up a sweat. Cardio was a pain, but it was worth it if it meant having a nice butt. (As well as making your heart stronger and increasing your lung capacity, you supposed, but those were mere seconds to the booty gains.) 

As you upped the speed and got into the swing of things, you felt your eyes wandering around the room to your favorite part of the gym-- The squat and deadlift area. You noticed a handful of people were littered among the equipment and after your short inspection, you hummed to yourself.

Yup, things were definitely looking good there.

Absentmindedly, you saw your screen light up out of the corner of your eye and you unlocked your phone, briefly checking your messages. Or rather, checking for a certain message from a certain someone.

Still no reply? you sighed, placing your phone back on the StairMaster and trying to distract yourself by looking back at the students doing some leg exercises.

Almost instantaneously, your eyes were drawn to the blond who was using the cardio stairs just before you came. 

StairMaster plus squatting what was easily 75 kilograms within ten minutes? You had to stop yourself from practically swooning on the spot. That was some serious gluteal strength he must’ve had.

He was finishing up his current rep of back squats, cheeks flushed pink and hair sticking to the sides of his face with sweat. Not only did he look unfairly handsome, but he had a hot body as well. 

His arms were toned with a nice amount of muscles on his biceps and triceps--oh, goodness, his triceps were really something else--and he had impeccable posture as he squatted. (Not that his posture was the first thing you noticed about his squat, of course.)

You were staring so intently at this beautiful specimen of a man that he himself noticed, pausing briefly to try to find the source of the laser beams he felt on his behind. Before he could catch you gawking, however, you tore your gaze away and grabbed your phone, trying to pretend you were on it this whole time. 

When he looked away, you sighed in relief, opening your camera app and peering at him through the screen.

You weren’t sure why, but you had a gut feeling your number neighbor, Bakugou, would’ve loved to share this beautiful sight with you. He seemed to be having a bad day and you figured a nice booty would be just the thing to cheer him up. So, really, you only wanted to take a picture of the hot gym guy out of the kindness of your own heart. 

After snapping the photo, you sent a quick series of texts freaking out to your ‘bakubestie’ along with an attachment of the image of the blond guy’s backside.

Y/N: *Attachment: 1 Image*

Y/N: HDJSJDJD IK I’M LIKE QUADRUPLE TEXTING RN AND I’M SORRY (but rly what’s new)

Y/N: BUT I THOUGHT YOU WOULD APPRECIATE THIS PIC IDK WHY DON’T QUESTION MY IMPULSES OK

Y/N: i’m at the gym and this hot (albeit a lil bit of a grumpy grump :/) guy is here and woW

Y/N: like i’m just trying to work out in peace but his ass is all “hi there (       )(       ) how are you (       )(       )” AND I FEEL SO ATTACKED,, how is one person allowed to have all that ass? save some for the rest of us pls bro

After getting a good percentage of your thoughts and thirst out, you let out a sigh of liberation, upping the intensity of the StairMaster to further get your jitters out.

As you continued scrolling through your phone to check for texts from your roommates, you heard a bark of incredulous laughter from the other side of the room. You distractedly looked up, but after seeing nothing out of the ordinary other than the hot guy grinning at his phone, you shrugged and placed your cell down to get back to your workout.

The intense climbing only lasted for about three minutes before you got a text message from Bakugou (which you knew only because his text tone was ‘It’s so fluffy!’ from Despicable Me while everyone else’s was the default chime). A bright smile made its way to your face as you lowered the speed once again, taking a drink from your water bottle to cool down before eagerly glancing at your screen. 

bakubestie: *Attachment: 1 Image*

Curiously, you took a look at the picture Bakugou sent. It was one of someone in the gym that looked quite similar to the one you were in, wearing the same workout clothes you were currently wearing… In fact, it looked like the photo was taken just now from inside the room, right next to the squatting area… 

bakubestie: Too much ass, huh? I could say the same about you

You blinked, taking a few moments to process just what exactly was happening before you yelped in surprise. “What the--?!” 

Your face fumed, head snapping up from your phone so fast you lost your balance and tripped on the incoming stair of the machine. Losing footing, you barely had time to let out a brief, “Oh, shit!” before falling down the StairMaster and onto your butt on the hard floor. 

“Ouchie…” 

There was a moment of silence before a booming laughter was heard from the opposite side of the room, and a mixture of dread and excitement filled your stomach.

Dread because if your suspicions were correct, the guy from the gym you were thirsting over to your number neighbor was your number neighbor. And excitement because--hello--you were finally going to meet your number neighbor! (That was, of course, if he didn’t run out of the gym at the very moment.) You were so excited that you couldn’t even dwell on the utter embarrassment any normal person would probably be feeling.

The scuffling of footsteps moved closer as you rubbed the side of your hip that landed on the ground. 

“Tch,” you heard from above you. You looked up to see an amused expression on the blond gym guy’s face as he extended a hand out to you and checked for any injuries. “You really are a dumbass.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his all too familiar tone, and you winked cheekily at him while accepting his hand and standing upright. “And you really have a nice ass.” 

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he fought off the blush on his face, your compliment catching him off guard. “Okay, well-- Now I know for sure it is you.”

With an excited grin, you jumped up and down on the balls of your feet. You were filled with nerves and butterflies and you wanted nothing more than to tackle your number neighbor into the biggest hug you could muster.

“You are okay though, right?” he asked, the smallest hint of worry in his features. 

The little crinkle between his brows was so adorable that you just couldn’t help yourself. Your grin widened even more and your face began to hurt from smiling so much. You were certain you looked like a fool, but you didn’t care. 

Before you could second guess yourself, you stood on your tiptoes and threw your arms around his neck to tackle him into a proper bear hug. Bakugou was still a bit sweaty and warm from working out--and you most definitely you weren’t looking any better yourself--but that didn’t change the fact that he felt cozy and safe and smelled faintly like your favorite caramel treat at the candy store. 

“Yes. I’m better than okay,” you murmured into his shoulder. “It’s nice to meet you, bestie.” 

Bakugou froze in shock before letting out a breathy chuckle, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist as you shifted so your head rested against his chest. His hand lingered on the small of your back as he peer down at you with what looked like a smile of his own and you wished you could capture that moment in a frame and relive it forever.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.” 

[secrecykept]

( ☯ ⋮ DRABBLE: Chesh. )

Main verse. 1800+ words of absolutely nothing. but hey, its his house and he talks to himself and his plants. bless him.

He stepped inside his house and closed the door behind himself with a soft click. A sigh escaped through a content smile and his shoulders dropped in relief.

Home Sweet Home.

In a casual search, his eyes swept around, ensuring that nothing had changed during his long week away. Yes, everything was right where he left it, but…his brother’s scent was a vague impression, which meant some of the chocolate hidden in the high kitchen cupboard was most likely gone. Typical.

Chesh chuckled to himself and shook his head, beginning to head further into the house. The short entryway flowed into the large, open plan style that he favoured.

Though he lived alone and didn’t technically ‘need’ such a big house, the animal side of him demanded the freedom of it and revelled in the provided space.

His lounge was to the left, set within a slightly lower level, a square frame. Having different layers and levels within the house kept the leopard appeased. All sorts of things had been incorporated into the house with that, and the other preferences of the feline, in mind.

Everything was as natural and organic as it could be, pleasing and gentle on the senses. The design of the house was environmentally friendly both because of Chesh’s own beliefs and because the therianthrope blood was comforted by it. The house was such a contrast to the heavy concrete and cold metal of the city he’d be trapped in recently.

Working overtime on a large, special order with his boss all week had been tough on his body in more ways than one. Every part of him, from skin to soul, had been getting more uncomfortable with every day and night he had been stuck there, instincts urging him to find the earth and its abundant life again, though of course he appreciated the spare room Mr Delaney let him stay in.

With only enough space for a large bed and a bedside table, the room had been a cage. The old décor, while faded and not too ugly, was still on the overwhelming side to his senses.

The complete opposite to the area he stood in now.

His house mimicked the feel of nature through its use of materials and the expansive windows which seemed to invite the outside in. The ‘trees’ supporting the ceiling, and the exposed beams high above, further added to the illusion of being surrounded by nature.

He took a deep breath in and then out, feeling the leopard relaxing along with him.

A yawn crept up on him and pulled on his muscles and jaw like a puppeteer tugging on strings, making him stretch out in a grand display. His shoulders and arms groaned at him, and he groaned right back and sighed as he relaxed himself down again.

Maybe an early night was in order.

Or perhaps simply an easy night of watching TV until he fell asleep. The quiet here was nice, but after such a long time of having someone else, and of having noise, around him during all hours…it was too quiet.

With that decided, he moved across large room, hopping down the small steps into the lounge area.

Along with the couch, armchairs, and coffee table, there was a less typical element; a large mattress inlaid within the space between the table and the wall which the TV was secured to. The mattress, neatly covered in a dark green bedsheet, was level to the hardwood floor and could easily be mistaken for a rug. Truth be told, he spent more time on that mattress than on the couch or even his actual bed.

He eyed it now and stole a couple of cushions from the couch to throw on it. The remote resting on the table became the next item to be scooped up. He tossed it lightly onto the new nest he was creating and then glanced over to the shelves full of DVDs.

“What should we watch, hmm?”

He heard a huff in the back of his mind, and he rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t talking to you, kittycat. I was talking to me.”

Ignoring his other side, Chesh idly rubbed his jaw and then slipped his hand to his neck and the join of his shoulder. Applying a little pressure caused a wince, and he became aware of the scents that clung to him. Sawdust and varnish, wood and hard work.

He sighed.

“Better have a shower first before getting too comfy…”

After a roll of his shoulders, he padded off to the right, jumping up the step and then stopping. His gaze flicked between the wide doorway to the kitchen, and the stairs at the far side that led up to the open, upper level.

“Food first or second?”

Dinner with his boss a few hours earlier seemed like forever ago now, but since his stomach didn’t growl or rumble, he gave it a pat.

“Later then. ‘Suppose it’s grocery time tomorrow anyway.”

He nodded to himself and continued on his way, making quick work of the stairs even while pulling his shirt off over his head. In a display of altogether too much practice, he balled up the shirt and tossed it into the basket across the room.

“Score!”

Pleased despite having no audience, he grinned. The expression eased off slowly after another yawn cracked through him. He avoided looking at his comfortable, ready-to-jump-on bed and set about removing the rest of his clothes. Living alone did have its benefits, there was no one to see him struggle with his shoes and pants, hobbling around as he yet again yawned.

“Damn I must be getting old…”

The chuffing laugh of the leopard in his mind brought him a pout. “Oh, shut it, I don’t need that from you. You’re as old as I am, y’know.”

It was with a great deal of sulking that Chesh finished stripping off and picked up his discarded clothes, adding them to the basket to join his shirt. Once the task was done, he perked up at the thought of the shower that awaited him.

The large, floor to ceiling windows nearby reflected his naked form, but the backdrop of dense forest was faintly visible still. Even if the glass had allowed him to be seen from the other side of it, he was not the type to mind. If someone out there was willing to climb up a tree to get a peek at him, they probably deserved it.

He sighed and turned away, heading to the generous en-suite. As always, he didn’t bother to close the door behind himself when he entered. The dark tile was cool beneath his feet as he crossed it, his destination the glass walls of the shower, though he did give a long look to the spa bath cradled within the floor.

“Not tonight,” he said to it in apology, “I’ll fall asleep and die if I do.”

He reached into the shower and turned the handle, prompting a high-pressure rush of water to rain down from the head set into the ceiling like a waterfall. Despite the water not being warm quite yet, he stepped under the spray anyway and let out a soft moan of approval.

“Oh yeah, that’s good…”

The water pelting his shoulders began to massage away some of the lingering aches. He sighed and closed his eyes, relaxing with a purr.

So good…

…….

He jolted back into wakefulness as his body swayed forward, one hand shooting out to brace against the glass wall. His hand slipped, but he kept on his feet with wide eyes and a colourful curse.

Time to get out already, this thing was dangerous.

After washing himself quickly, soapy bubbles swirling down the drain, he forced himself to shut off the water and step out into comparative coolness.

A towel was handy on the nearby rack, he snagged it and only bothered to rub it over his hair a few times before wrapping it around his waist. Drying off was far too much effort at this point.

He left wet footprints out of the bathroom and across the loft, if he slipped on them later then it was his own fault.

“Good thing I-“ Yawn. “-don’t live with anyone else.”

He shook his head to try force a little more awareness into his brain, which wasn’t the best thing to do while he was descending the steps. He nearly tumbled down them.

He was more awake now, needless to say.

And it was then that he looked across at the back of the room and spotted his little plants.

“Oh! My babies!”

He scampered so quickly over to them that his towel loosened and fell (almost tripping him up, but he was heedless).

“Please don’t die on me, okay? I know I totally forgot to feed you or get someone to look after you, but I’m here and it was only like a week, okay?”

The plants were nestled in rounded, forest green pots along the top of a shelf. Despite there being four pots, only two were filled. He’d only needed two, but there had been a deal to get three, and then he hadn’t wanted to leave the last one behind or for his third one to be without a partner.

He gently touched the soil of one plant and sighed. “Not too bad. Good thing you’re not high maintenance huh?”

Succulents and cacti made for good companions to one as busy and forgetful as he could be.

“Let me get you a drink now, okay, Ouchie? Pointy? I’ll be right back. Be good now.”

He spun around and made a beeline for the kitchen, bending to sweep up the fallen towel on the way. He slung the material over one of his shoulders and carried on with the task of getting water for his dear plants.

A cheerful but tuneless hum from him eased some of the silence within the house as he worked on caring for Pointy and Ouchie.

“There, better now, right?” he asked them once finished, “You’re looking happier already.”

He gave a satisfied nod and directed himself back across the lounge, jumping with both feet down the step this time, just for something different.

“Night you two,” he called back to them, “Don’t snore, okay? I need some beauty sleep; I think my hotness levels have dropped down to a mere 120%. Totally unacceptable.”

He yawned and narrowly missed walking into the edge of the coffee table on his way around to the mattress. He let his knees buckle and set him down on the welcoming softness. It took only a moment of fussing with the cushions before he was comfortable, and then he felt around for the remote and switched the TV onto the most boring channel he could find.

The droning voices closed his eyes and he was deep asleep within the minute.

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Title N/A (Child!DV x Reader) - writing by yours truly (See if you can spot some interesting little bits related to continuity here!)

“Y/N,” an alarmed voice yelled from the other room. Before you had a chance to respond, there were hurried footsteps approaching, but...Since it was pitch black dark, and it was late, you had no idea who it was. “H-Hang on. I can’t find the lamp,” you responded to whoever it could have been. After a little bit of fumbling, you turn it on, and spot DV right there, holding his Umbreon Pokémon plushie by its ear. “Um,” he began, a frown on his face. “...I can’t sleep.” He hesitated, before continuing, “I know I’m supposed to be, and-” He cut himself off, and stood there-a bout of silence going between you two. Eventually, he held one arm out, and you bent down to pick him up-sitting down shortly after. “Why can’t you sleep, then?” you asked, ruffling his hair. There was hesitation, before he let out a little huff - feeling stupid. “...I had a bad dream, and... I don’t know... I just decided to come to you, ‘cause you’re usually up at this time.” His red eyes glanced into yours-they had a sense of curiosity, yet, worry in them. A frown slipped onto your features, as you lied back a little bit. “I’d ask what it’s about, but you’re usually secretive about that thing, aren’t you?” DV shook his head frantically, seeming to really want to tell you about this. “Monsters were chasing me!” he clarified. “They were big, black, and... they had scary red eyes.. like mine.” Your eyes went wide, and you hugged him in concern. “Oh, no... Hey, but listen,” you began, playing with his black locks. “It was just a dream. Those guys won’t get you, at least not while I’m here.” DV frowned at you. “But you can’t fight either.”  “I may not be able to, but the least I can do is protect you and run.”  The other rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a whine of complaint. “But they’d chase us! And, and, you can’t run that fast.” There was another bout of silence between you two, as you sat there - continuing to play with his hair. “Shh,” you attempted to soothe him. “Like I said, they won’t get you. And even if they did, I’d run as fast I could.” “Wouldn’t you trip, and get an ouchie?” he wondered. “Would that keep you from running?” “No. Believe me, I’ve fallen a lot throughout my life, and if it meant protecting you, I’d just ignore it and keep going. It was just a dream, DV. I promise.” It was evident the little one was beginning to relax, as his breathing was starting to slow.  “I know what could protect us,” he suggested. “You could give me a sword, and then I’d be like the knight saving the princess! ...or... however the story goes.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’d be one tiny knight. How would your armor fit?” “I could go to a blacksmith,” he started, but yawned a little--”...and and they could forge me some that would fit me.” “You’d need money.” “Oh,” he realized. “Maybe I could draw some money. The smithy would take that, wouldn’t they?”  “Hmm,” you thought. To lighten the situation, you nodded a little. “I think they accept that kind of currency. But, you know what? You can worry about becoming a knight later-you need to try and go back to sleep now.” “I’d be the coolest knight in town,” he bragged with his little voice. “I’d be saving Y/N! And Y/N is the best.” You gave a smile to him as you stood back up, heading toward his bedroom this time. “I’m glad you think so,” you told him - and eventually, reaching his bedroom door, you twisted the knob to open it. Shortly after, you carefully laid him into his bed, pulling the covers over his shoulders.  “Now then... I think you should try and go back to sleep - besides, it’s gotten later, after all.” He curled up, glancing up at you again with his not-so-intimdating red eyes. “...Stay with me until I do?”  “Of course. I wouldn’t just up and leave you...”  And so you did - it took him a little bit, but eventually, he was sound asleep.

**************************************** “What’s up, Y/N?” a rather deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Glancing up, your eyes registered DV - clad in black, his-tall as-his brother form, leather gloves, necklace and all. “You seemed kinda deep in thought there.” “Oh, sheesh,” you said aloud. “Sorry. That’s my bad. Good afternoon. Sleep well?” “Mmm-hmm.” “....Were Grimm chasing you?” you asked him. A small smile slipped onto the other’s features, and he laughed a bit. “Not this time. They’re afraid of me, now,” he clarified, sitting down next to you. “No armor, either.” “No armor. So, what are you planning to do today, then?” He hummed in thought, folding his arms as he propped his feet up onto the coffee table. “Dunno yet,” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders. “Maybe go for a bike ride. I’d have to bundle up good, but...it’d be worth it.” You nodded your head. “Sounds cool. Oh, uh, hey... I’ve been meaning to ask you something. If you don’t mind.” “Shoot.” “Am I still the best?” you asked him with a sheepish smile. “Is that even a question? Oh, don’t be ridiculous. You’re awesome. But, I just popped in to check on you. I’d better get going before traffic is insane.” ”Thank you, DV,” you said to him, watching him as he left. “Safe trip?” ”Don’t mention it. And yeah. Safe trip.”

God, how he’s grown...

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