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[aangelinakii]

heyy! could you please do some headcanons for the ericson boys favorite way of kissing their s/o? i'm craving for soft moments with them 😭☹️

ERICSON BOYS HEADCANONS

in which i tell you how i think da boyz tm would kiss you ! <3

season : four

characters : louis , marlon , mitch

song : until it stops , pom pom squad

date : 30th november 2021

note : sorry aasim and omar still love you guys tho :P

LOUIS — OKAY louis is the type of guy to be more sweet and funny in the relationship instead of strictly romantic if you get me ? so he prefers to show his affection in more toned down ways rather than passionate kisses all the time. i mean, he is passionate, of course , but what i'm trying to get at is,,,, forehead kisses, cheek kisses, hand kisses !!!! all of them are used in different situations though. like he'd probably kiss you on the forehead when it's chill and he goes in for a little kiss on the forehead or top of the head, just to remind you he loves you. then the cheek kisses are for when he gets all excited and can barely contain himself so he just kisses you ?? and then the hand kisses are for when he's got his serious suit on, and it's all romantic and sweet between you two, and he takes your hand and presses a soft kiss to it <3 he feels like a prince when he does it

MITCH — mitchhhh i think he's more shy about kisses, so he doesn't do it often, but sometimes he'll be like " the time is right so imma just do it " and then he does it, but, again, he's not the biggest fan of on the lips. but whereas louis has other ways to express his love through kisses, mitch just has different ways to express his love altogether ,, like making / finding you presents and giving them to you, spending quality time together and just talking. that's the sort of stuff he likes to do for you. but when he does kiss you, it's soft and light and almost always on the cheek !

MARLON — oh god don't even get me started on marlon. he's SUCH a tease, and always kissing you when you most expect it and when you least expect it, it's so annoying but you love it. he's kissing you EVERYWHERE,,, your lips, your nose, your jaw, your cheek, your temples, your NECK. just don't. don't even. one thing he loves to do is go in for a kiss somewhere and just hover there for a moment, and then leave so you're like wtf ???? but then he always makes up for the missing kisses later on.

[limerenze]

invisible string - adrian pucey

[Adrian Pucey x Fem!Reader] soulmate!au

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Summary; au where- if your soulmate attends hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry- their house crest appears on your left wrist when they get sorted.

Word Count; 9.8k

A/N; this was completely inspired by this prompt i found by @newajgo. i spoke with her prior to writing this and got her blessing and i encourage you to communicate with authors you take inspiration from as well! life’s far too short to steal each other's ideas!! anyways there isn't enough adrian content on this app and i thought this fit him perfectly. also i did not anticipate this being any longer than 5k words and it is now almost twice that!! we love <333

also! as always, i try to keep my work as close to canon-typical as i can- but there may be some inaccuracies in terms of characters and their details (mostly cuz almost everyone in his fic is quite literally a background character 😭 it really is a hard knock life 4 us)

Warnings; muggleborn hufflepuff!reader, fem!reader, possibly ooc!draco? but not really? idk i found it hard to write him as just a side character lol,

Dates Written; October 25th - November 11, 2021

It was an autumn morning in 1989 when Y/N’s father noticed the snake-like symbol on his daughter's wrist. A Saturday morning. They were in the kitchen getting breakfast ready. She was mixing pancake batter when he saw it. It wasn't there the day before, was it? No, he would’ve noticed such a strange mark.

“Y/N, darling. Come here” he said softly, she hopped out of her chair and joined him on the other side of the kitchen island. He took her hand into his to inspect the mark. “Darling, does this hurt?” he asked as he ran his thumb over it. The mark didn't smear or smudge and it rose off her soft skin ever so slightly, like a scar or a tattoo.

Y/N looked curiously at it. She hadn't noticed it before. She shook her head in response to her father’s question.

It was the last weekend of summer break, Y/N was due to start year 4 at primary school the following Monday. She thought hard to when it could've happened. The mark wasn't there yesterday, she was sure of it.

He nodded, deciding to drop it- and Y/N went back to mixing the pancake batter.

As time went on, Y/N grew to love her snake-like mark. She didn't know where it came from, and no matter what she tried- it never went away. It took her a while but eventually, it became her favourite part about herself. She was sure no one else in the world had the exact same one. She dreamt that it had a deeper meaning. Y/N had always been known for her overactive imagination. She dreamt that it was a clue about her past life, perhaps she died from a snake bite. She dreamt that it would lead her on a great adventure or to her true purpose in life.

Of course, Y/N was also always a realistic kid. She knew the chances of any of these things being true was slim to none.

Until two years later, on her 11th birthday.

She came home from school and ran through her front door. She was greeted by both her parents in the family room and a small pile of birthday gifts on the table in front of them. She smiled ear to ear and embraced them both in a hug.

They watched in awe as their only daughter pried open the gifts they had been collecting for her the last few weeks. They wanted her to be strong and independent, but they couldn't help but spoil her on special days- such as her birthday and Christmas.

They wanted to raise her to be strong and independent, but they also wanted her to grow up feeling loved.

Just as she was about to pick up the 7th, and last gift on the table. A beautiful golden, cream breasted barn owl flew in through the backdoor, directly into the Y/L/N family room.

The family liked to keep the back door open, especially on beautiful spring days like today. but never had anything as absurd as this happened.

The owl dropped a worn looking parchment envelope in Y/N’s lap and flew out just as quickly as it flew in- her parents were not given enough time to react- other than shocked and confused as they thought ‘What just happened?’.

“What is that?” Y/N’s mother spoke up, nodding to the wax-sealed letter in her child’s lap. Y/N looked down and picked it up:

Ms Y/F/I. Y/L/N

The Birthday Party in the Family Room

368 Downing Street

London, England

Her eyebrows were knitted together in confusion, she flipped it over revealing a colourful coat of arms she didn't recognise.

“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry” she spoke quietly, running her finger over the dark red wax. She looked up at her parents- eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

None of them even noticed the small snake on the letter that matched her mark perfectly.

———

His whole life he knew that the soulmate mark tale was true. His mother and father both had small, matching Slytherin symbols- engraved on their left wrists. Adrian was sure that his parents were more soulmates than anyone else’s.

So he was always excited to find his.

Adrian always knew he would attend Hogwarts, just like his parents did and their parents before them.

Adrian remembers the day he got his wand like it was yesterday. a ten-inch, cedarwood wand made with a dragon heartstring core. It was the most beautiful thing Adrian had ever seen.

It was the first time he truly felt the magical blood that ran through his veins.

A few weeks later, on September 1, 1989- Adrian started at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Adrian wasn’t surprised when the sorting hat called out “Slytherin” after being placed on his head. Not in the slightest. He would be much more shocked if it hadn’t.

He tried not to be shocked, often. He liked to think of himself as calm and collected- ready for everything life threw at him.

What he was shocked by, was when the 1989 Sorting Hat Ceremony concluded, his wrist was left blank. A pang of disappointment shot through his chest. He pretended it didn’t.

So his soulmate didn’t start at Hogwarts this year. Who cares?

Until the same thing happened 12 months later. Adrian was beginning to worry.

He would watch as some of the kids in his year began to get antsy about it. Adrian told himself that was still young. He was only in his second year.

Some kids even began to wear a thick cuff to cover their mark, or in Adrian’s case- lack thereof. Some people covered it out of shame or just wanted to keep away from prying eyes.

So Adrian decided, starting at the beginning of his second year, he would wear a simple back cuff. and for a short while, it was fine.

The holidays rolled around and he returned home from Scotland. Christmas was Adrian’s favourite holiday.

Maybe because his birthday was not long after, his parents never allowed him to return to Hogwarts empty-handed. under the promise that Adrian would wait until his birthday to open the gift.

On Christmas morning, Adrian opened a small box to reveal a wristwatch.

A charming wristwatch. It was sleek and mature. Silver and white with a beautifully thick, black leather strap. The perfect size to replace his clunky cuff and still effectively hide where his soulmate mark should sit.

He wanted to keep his faith in the soulmate tale. There was loads of walking proof. But it was growing increasingly difficult the more he dwelled on his blank wrist.

Adrian didn’t want to even think of the alternatives. Although- he did anyways, of course.

He thought that maybe his soulmate didn’t go to Hogwarts. There were plenty of other magical schools across the world. He revelled at the idea of a soulmate from a foreign country. He hoped the Beauxbatons.

However, he knew- realistically, his soulmate had just, not begun her first year yet.

But for every answer that made sense, there were the stubborn ones always lurking.

What if he never would get a mark?

What did that mean?

Well, it could mean loads of things.

It could mean he wouldn’t meet his soulmate at school. It meant he would have to wait longer than his friends who had already begun to find theirs. It meant he would never see the small mark on his own wrist, the mark he was secretly so excited for.

The longer he went with a blank left wrist, the longer the two ideas festered in his mind.

What if he didn’t have a soulmate?

What if his soulmate was a muggle?

Adrian hadn’t decided which one would be worse.

———

The weeks after finding out she was a witch were the most thrilling of her life. For the few hours after the owl dropped off her acceptance letter, the small family was left completely confused.

It wasn’t until they sat down for Y/N’s birthday dinner that night that there was a knock on the door, the woman behind it ready to answer every question they had.

Her name was Minerva McGonagall and she was very kind. She dressed in strange clothes, but honestly? It was the least obscure thing they had encountered that day. It was a day Y/N would never forget.

She told them all about Hogwarts and all about magic. She explained that it was at utmost importance that everything be kept a secret, and that- until the term started at the beginning of September, they were to go about life as normal. She assured them that she would be back in a few weeks to bring Y/N and her parents to gather the necessary supplies she would need to attend Hogwarts.

And that she did. She explained to her about the platform at Kings Cross Station and told her an owl would be by to deliver her train ticket.

And now, the day had finally come.

Y/N was standing on Platform 9¾, ready to start her newfound life as a witch.

She roamed the aisle of the Hogwarts Express. Feeling small in such a crowded place. She had her British Shorthair cat with a beautiful orange and white coat of fur under her arm, looking for an empty place to sit. When Professor McGonagall told her that she could bring a pet with her to school, she knew she wanted a cat. She had always wanted a cat.

She named her Pepper and although she’s only had her for a few weeks- she loved her very much.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted a cart that only held 2 other people. She figured she would test her luck and ask if she could sit with them. They were two boys, a brunette with glasses and a fiery redhead.

She approached the door and knocked lightly. The boys looked up at her and she offered a slight smile.

“Hi, do you two mind if I sit here? I can’t find anywhere empty” she asked in a sweet voice, hoping they would say yes.

The boys smiled at her and nodded. “It’s rough out there, huh? I’ve learned my lesson, I’m coming early next time” the red-headed boy spoke affirmatively.

That made Y/N laugh. She walked through the door and closed it shut, taking a seat next to the redhead and across from the boy with glasses. “I’m Y/N” she announced, setting Pepper down next to her and watching as she curled into a ball to sleep for the duration of the train ride.

“I’m Harry” the boy across from her spoke shyly- almost as if he didn’t want to tell her. She nodded and looked over at the second boy.

“I’m Ron,” he said with a shrug, turning to look out the window. “Are you a first-year too?” Ron asked the girl.

She nodded along, moving to brush her hair out of her eyes.

“Hey!” Ron exclaimed, grabbing her arm gently. “Why’ve you got a Slytherin tattoo?” he asked, his tone resembling slight disgust, referencing the mark on her wrist.

Through all the chaos, Y/N had forgotten about her snake-like mark. She peered down at it and back up at Ron. “Whats Slytherin?”

“It’s one of the houses at Hogwarts?” he told her like it’s something she should know.

Y/N was told of the houses by Professor McGonagall, but she hadn’t gone into detail.

“Oh. That’s weird” Y/N spoke in a small voice, running her finger over it. “It’s not a tattoo, it’s just a mark. It just appeared there one day” she told him.

Ron thought for a moment before his face broke out into a giant smile. Y/N’s gaze wandered over to Harry, wondering if he had any idea what was going on.

He didn’t.

“I know what that is!” Ron suddenly proclaimed. “It’s your soulmate mark!”

“My what?”

“Your soulmate mark! It means your soulmate is in Slytherin house! Which is like, the worst house. But your soulmate! Mum and Dad both have matching Gryffindor ones. Every Hogwarts student’s soulmate has a mark on their left wrist showing them what house they’re in! And that means everyone with a mark’s soulmate is a Hogwarts student. How long have you had that? What-” Ron rambled on. He would’ve continued to ramble had Harry not cut him off.

“Ron! You’re frightening her!” Harry told his new friend.

It was true, Y/N never thought anything special would ever really come of her snake-like mark. It was fun to dream about, but she never thought it would be true. So yeah, Y/N was a little frightened.

“Sorry Y/N,” Ron said quietly. “Mum says I get excited”

Y/N shook her head, letting him know it was alright. She leaned back in her seat and her hand got lost in Pepper’s fur. The topic was forgotten when the Honeydukes trolley rolled by and Harry bought enough sweets to feed a small village.

a short while later, a bushy-haired girl- who looked about their age, walked through the doors and asked about a lost toad. Truthfully, Y/N wasn’t really listening. She was mindlessly sucking on a lollipop that harry had offered her while lost in thought.

“Hey, Ron. What did you mean when you said that Slytherin was ‘the worst house?” Y/N asked Ron, once the girl- whose name she learned was Hermione- had left.

“Oh, well everyone in Slytherin house is evil. Every witch and wizard in history who went dark were members of Slytherin house!” Ron began to rant. “They’re supposed to be clever and cunning and ambitious, but I think it’s just an excuse of a house to separate the evil wizards from the rest of us”

The three fell silent.

“Oh! But I’m sure your soulmate is great!’ he smiled weakly.

———

Adrian hated the Hogwarts Express. He spent enough time with the members of Slytherin house during the school year. And it’s not like he could sit elsewhere.

He pretended to listen to his dormmates fight about who was going to win the quidditch world cup this season.

He couldn’t think about quidditch any longer. He had been stressing about it all summer. He was nervous for this year. He was finally going to try out for the Slytherin Quidditch team. Anyone who knew Adrian had no idea what he was so worried for. Adrian loved Quiddich, and he was amazing at it. He’s been playing since he was a kid with his dad in the field across from their house.

Time got away from Adrian. He was going through the routine of the train ride, then he went through the routine of the carriage rides- he didn’t come to until a Slytherin girl- whose name he did not know- approached him and offered to help him tie his tie.

He didn’t even notice he was fidgeting with it. He nodded and allowed the girl to fix it for him. He thanked her and proceeded to the great hall for the welcome feast. He didn’t notice the wink she sent his way, and if he had- he was sure he wouldn’t care.

Summer after his second year, Adrian accepted that he wasn’t going to get a soulmate mark. He accepted that his soulmate didn’t attend Hogwarts. And he came to terms with it.

He decided to accept this after another one of his friends found their soulmate. They were 13? What was the rush? Not to mention that Adrian was older than all his friends? He was the oldest kid in their year, he would turn 14 before any of them would- since his birthday was right after New Year’s. He didn’t understand, but he accepted it. Despite this, he did find it a little unfair that he would likely be the last of them to find his soulmate since he would get no indication of who they were. He’d have to find them the old fashioned way.

He often found himself thinking of whoever was walking around with a Slytherin symbol marked on their left wrist. His Slytherin symbol.

Adrian’s thoughts were interrupted as he watched the doors to the Great Hall open dramatically and Professor McGonagall lead the group of terrified looking first years to the front, where a stool was sat with the sorting hat on top.

Adrian remembers how terrified he was to be sorted. He knew he would get put in Slytherin, he hoped he would. He also remembers thinking how cool it would be for him to be the first person in his family to not be sorted into Slytherin, although- the cons of that seemed to outweigh the pros.

Adrian never shared his family’s entitled, pureblood supremacist ideologies- not that any of them had any knowledge of this. The love he held for his family outweighed the fear he had of them. That’s why he was so scared that his soulmate would end up being a muggle, and that’s why they didn’t attend Hogwarts. At this point in his life, his need and want to please his family definitely outweighed his need and want for a soulmate.

He remembered at his sorting ceremony when his older sister cheered louder than anyone else when he walked over to Slytherin table. They were 5 years older than him and finished their seventh year the previous spring, and this was Adrian’s first year at Hogwarts without them. He was the only Pucey at Hogwarts and would be until his younger sister would join him in his 5th year. He hopes he can make her feel as welcome as he felt when she comes.

The thought made him smile.

Adrian usually liked to pay attention to the sorting ceremony, unlike most of the other upperclassmen. He didn’t like first year’s, not particularly. But he didn’t understand the point in terrorizing them, again- unlike most of the other upperclassmen- mainly the upperclassmen in his house.

Adrian listened as the sorting hat raffled off the 11-year-olds to different tables, but he wasn’t actively paying attention, he clapped when a new Slytherin was called but that was the extent of it.

Until he heard a name being called, the name of a person he thought he’d never meet, or even see. Someone he wasn’t even sure was real- Harry Potter.

Part of Adrian hoped he would be in his house, but when he was sorted into Gryffindor- he turned his attention back off. He did, however- share a funny look with one of his friends when the boy all but begged not to get put in Slytherin.

Adrian couldn’t even tell you what he ate at the feast, or who he spoke to. Because the next thing he knew he was sitting in his bed, his dormmates: Cassius Warrington, Miles Bletchley, Graham Montague and Terence Higgs were in their respective beds as well.

He fiddled with the clasp of his watch, his dormmates knew about his blank wrist. They didn’t see the big deal, so Adrian wasn’t ashamed to take his wristwatch off around them.

It had been bugging him recently, it was fine on the train, but over the feast he noticed it becoming slightly itchy. He chalked it up to him tightening it without noticing being the cause of the irritation on his left wrist.

That’s why he was eager to get to his dorm and get it off.

Adrian mindlessly rubbed his pointer and middle finger over the tender spot on his wrist, thinking of quidditch plays- the only thing on his mind being house team try-outs on Friday.

Maybe he’ll talk to Flint this week. They were decent friends- he could reach out to him. It would certainly calm his nerves going in-

“Mate!” Graham exclaimed, snatching Adrian’s left wrist- holding it up in the air. Getting the attention of Terence, Miles and Cassius from across the room.

Adrian’s face contorted into confusion as he snatched it back. “Shove off! It’s sore! The leather was rubbing on it all day. I must’ve fastened it too tight or somet-”

“How thick are you?” Graham groaned, grabbing ahold of Adrian again- pulling his arm until the inner section of his left wrist was perfectly in view for him to see.

And instead of a blank spot, red with irritation like he suspected- there was a small outline of the Hufflepuff badger.

His friends cheered and howled around him, excitedly clapping his back and shoulders in congratulations, as Adrian just sat staring at it.

His soulmate was a Badger? A first-year Badger, at that?

———

Y/N became very fast friends with her housemates in her year. The first night after her sorting ceremony, she and her dormmates; Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Megan Jones and Leanne Dawlish- stayed up chatting well past lights out.

Y/N showed her friends her Slytherin mark, and the girls giggled and squealed, sharing theirs as well. Hannah’s wrist showed a small outline of a lion while Susan, Megan and Leanne’s was a badger, representing their own house. The teasing was light but the excitement between the girls was heavy. How lucky that they all now knew their soulmate’s houses?

They talked and speculated about who Y/N’s older, Slytherin soulmate could be. As much as 5 Hufflepuff girls could on their first day, with no knowledge about who was in the house.

They met a few other Hufflepuff’s, a boy called Gabriel showed them to their common room after the feast and when she was sorted, as well as while she ate- she sat next to an older boy called Cedric. Y/N was excited to meet the rest of her housemates over the year.

They talked for so long that Y/N began to worry that they would be late for their first day of classes.

Fortunately, they weren't.

Y/N had almost forgotten all about how Ron told her that Slytherin House was the worst house in Hogwarts and everyone under it was destined to be evil.

That was until she had her first class at Hogwarts, Herbology with the Slytherin first years.

She sat with her housemates, Ernie on one side of her and an empty seat on the other. She heard as a boy let out a loud sigh from the entrance. She glanced over and saw a boy she knew to be Draco Malfoy- she hadn’t met him, but she was there the night previous when he got into it with Ron and Harry.

“Is there any possible way for us not to take classes with Hufflepuff house?” the blonde boy muttered to his friends, as he took the empty space next to Y/N.

Her nose scrunched as she looked over at Ernie, nodding her head over at him. Ernie just shrugged.

The boys chuckled and agreed.

“I mean, seriously. Imagine being in Hufflepuff?” He spat, disgusted- as Professor Sprout walked in.

Y/N turned more away from him, not in any mood to entertain him.

It worked for the first half of the lesson, until Sprout announced that we would be paired up with the student sitting next to them. She looked over at Ernie and saw he was already chatting, and planning on partnering with Justin.

The number of Hufflepuff’s in her year was uneven- meaning one of them would have to be with a Slytherin.

She peered over at Draco and saw him snarling at Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle- who were already starting on their assignment. She watched as he began to look in her direction and she snapped her head down.

“Ms Y/L/N! Mr Malfoy! I see you two are our only inter-house partnership!” she explained with a smile, clapping her hands together. “If anyone should need any help, just give me a shout!” She said smiling, leaving the class to work.

She looked over at Draco and smiled meekly. He gave her an insincere, snarly smile in return.

They were learning about the protective equipment used in the course to ensure the safety of all the students, and the assignment was easy enough- find out what each piece of equipment is used for. And it wasn’t as if she had to work with the mean boy all term? She tried to be her own voice of reason.

Draco left Y/N alone for the majority of the lesson- until Y/N made the mistake of taking her robe off and rolling her sleeves up. It was hot and humid in the greenhouses, and Professor Sprout hadn’t said anything about a few of the other students shedding their cloak.

“Oi! Look at the little pathetic Hufflepuff!” Draco announced with a cunning smile. Gaining the attention of his nearby Slytherin friends.

“What’s that, Malfoy?” She spoke back, eyes glued to her parchment. She tried not to let her voice waiver, but it was hard.

“A poor little mudblood came to Hogwarts in search for her Slytherin soulmate?” His teasing continued. Y/N didn’t even want to know what a ‘mudblood’ was.

“Draco? What are you on about?” said a girl dressed in green and silver.

“Y/L/N has herself a Slytherin mark!” he said pointing at her wrist, she peered down at it and pulled her sleeves to cover it.

“Oh there’s no point in that, we’ve all already seen it. Isn’t that right guys?” He said, looking at his friends, the lot of them shared his sly look.

“It hardly concerns you” she shot back. “Just leave it alone and help me finish this assignment” Y/N just wanted him to drop it before Professor Sprout heard them.

“I disagree. See, I think it does concern me. I bet it would smear right off if we wiped it. Is that it, Puff? You’ve got yourself a crush on one of us?” Draco continued to torment her. “You faked a soulmate mark?”

Pansy Parkinson reached over to grab her wrist, pulling her sleeve up revealing the snake mark on her left wrist, one that- for the last few years, she loved. A mark that grew to become her favourite part about it- a mark she never imagined would cause her so much trouble on her first day of wizard school.

Y/N flinched to pull her wrist back with no luck, and just as the girl reached up to try and smear her mark away, another hand snatched ahold of it.

Y/N did not want to cause a scene like this, but as she looked up, she saw Justin. “Y’know Parkinson, I can’t help but notice your blank wrist, so I hardly think you’re in a place to judge, You too, Malfoy! You wanna pick on her? Let’s see yours!” Justin spat at the group of kids harassing his friend. He let go of Pansy’s wrist and Pansy let go of Y/N’s. They were silent, all holding a face of distaste for the Hufflepuff boy’s confrontation. “That’s what I thought, you lot are pathetic.”

“As if any of us would be soulmates with a mudblood Hufflepuff” Draco added, trying to get the last word in.

Y/N closed her eyes and shot him a death glare. Y/N didn’t even know about this soulmate business until 24 hours ago. And she certainly couldn’t deal with the teasing from the other kids. She wonders if her soulmate would get this much flack for having a Hufflepuff badger where her Slytherin snake was. She pushed the thought of, whoever they were, out of her mind.

“I don’t want anything to do you or your housemates, Malfoy. And if my soulmate is anything like you? I don’t want anything to do with them either.” Y/N mouthed off, stepping away from him and grabbing the parchment, storming out of the greenhouse.

She didn’t know where she was going or what she would tell Professor Sprout, but she couldn’t think about that as she held her wrist in her hand and the tears flew out of her eyes freely.

She turned the corner and bumped into a taller figure. She looked up at him and through her blurred vision, she could hardly make out his features.

“Woah, are you alright?” the boy asked, grabbing her by the sides of her shoulders as if to steady her.

She noted that his voice was soft and soothing as she scrambled to look anywhere but his eyes. She didn’t want anyone to see the mess she was on her very first day.

She tried to nod so he would let her go when she saw that he wasn’t wearing this black cloak- reminding her that her’s were still in the greenhouses. Due to its absence, she was able to catch a glimpse of the elegant wristwatch on his left wrist. Duly noting that he was most likely using it to cover his own mark.

She looked up at him and while her tears still blocks her vision- she could see his curly brunette hair and his sparkling silver and dark green tie. Her grip on her own wrist tightened, she couldn’t take anymore tormenting from the members of Slytherin house about her snake mark.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Let me past” Her voice was small and shaking, “Please” she pleaded at the boy and he nodded lightly, letting go of her shoulders and stepping out of her way- allowing her to all but run down the corridor.

And she couldn’t help but notice the way the skin beneath her sweater burned with the absence of his touch.

———

Adrian couldn’t get the girl’s small voice out of his mind.

She sounded so upset, so broken down- so devastated.

It wasn’t unusual for the students of Hogwarts to run into first year’s in a crisis during the beginning of the school year. Actually, it was quite common. But there was something about this first year.

Normally, Adrian liked being by the greenhouses. The air was refreshing and although sometimes he’d rather just- take a walk outside, it was a nice alternative when the ladder wasn’t an option.

He had a free first period before his first day of third-year transfiguration. He wasn’t nervous, he quite liked transfiguration- as he was good at it as well! He still couldn’t get his mind off the quidditch tryouts. He knew the fourth years had Herbology next slot, so part of him was hoping he would run into Flint. So when he collided with a young Hufflepuff instead- he was surprised. He was even more surprised when a protective instinct washed over him when he took in her distraught appearance.

It bothered him in the back of his mind all day.

After that, however, he went back to stressing about try-outs and forgot all about it. That’s why a month later, during his first quidditch match as a Slytherin chaser against Hufflepuff- he didn’t think to search the crowd for her.

He didn’t think about her then, he didn’t think about her when Slytherin won the Quidditch Cup at the end of the year, he didn’t think about her all summer long. He didn’t think about her then, and he wasn’t thinking about her now.

Well, that was only partly true. Really, Adrian thought about her every day- he just didn’t know it was her he was thinking about, daydreaming about.

He was surprised when his friends hadn’t told anyone about his Hufflepuff soulmate. He thought they would use it as easy teasing material. They were actually happy for him. Maybe it was because they saw how badly he wanted it, even if he never admitted it.

It never occurred to him how easily he could find her. They went to the same school, he knew her house and her year- but he just, never thought to seek her out.

It wasn’t until after a match against Hufflepuff in his fourth year that it clicked in his mind.

The team was sitting in the common room after that evening’s losing game. It had been just over a year since the Hufflepuff badger appeared on his wrist and he did a very good job keeping it a secret. The only people that knew were his dormmates.

“Do any of you guys have your soulmate marks?” the young seeker asked. Adrian couldn’t remember his name, just that his father bought them all brand new broomsticks to secure his spot on the house team, kicking his friend- Terence, to the curb as result.

He was taken aback, as was the rest of the team. It was rather uncommon to bring the subject up in a social setting. It was normally deemed, private or intimate- some would even say taboo. It’s normal to be spoken among friends, and maybe that’s what the blonde boy thought was happening, but their captain breaking the awkward silence is what snapped Adrian out of his thoughts.

“I know a few of us do, why do you ask, Malfoy?” Flint spoke.

“I just am nervous about it. I haven’t gotten mine and I’m worried” Draco admitted, trying to sound nonchalant about it.

“You just gotta be patient, mate. That’s all” Adrian decided to chime in, making a few of his housemates turn their heads.

“Is there something you wanna tell us, Pucey?” Flint teased lightly. Adrian scrunched his nose and shook his head, leaning back on his chair- trying to conceal a small smile. “Did Cry-Baby-I’m-Never-Gonna-Find-My-Soulmate Pucey finally get his mark?” he continued, his face playing a wide grin.

Adrian didn’t say anything, but allowed his smile to grow, shrugging his shoulders. Adrian Pucey and Marcus Flint grew to be quite good friends. The Slytherin captain was a year older than Adrian but after he joined the quidditch team, the pair found that they got on well.

“And you didn’t tell us!” Flint shouted, clapping his friend on the back- much like Cassius, Miles, Graham and Terence did after last year’s sorting ceremony.

“It happened ages ago! I didn’t think it mattered!” Adrian laughed along with the rest of the team who were now also cheering.

“You mean it didn’t just happen? How long’ve you had it?” another boy from the team asked.

“I got it last year, I guess she’s a second-year now,” he trailed off, the boys all slowly turning their heads in the direction of Draco Malfoy- the Slytherin team’s second-year seeker.

“Don’t look at me! I only talk to the Slytherins in my year! Never mind do I know any of the other’s soulmate marks” he defended against the older kids. “Do you have a Slytherin mark?” he asked Adrian with his eyebrows raised. Adrian gave him a mocking snarl in response.

“Nevermind what my mark is” he brushed the boy off. A normal response. Most people didn’t discuss what their marks were so freely. That’s why it wasn’t uncommon for students to wear something on their left wrist to cover it up.

“Well then sorry, I can’t help you” Draco shrugged. Adrian resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He didn’t mean to make it a big deal amongst his teammates, and he definitely didn’t want the help from their kid-seeker.

“C’mon Malfoy, you see these kids every day in your classes. You can’t think of anyone?” Miles urged from the other side of the sofa they sat on. Draco huffed and thought about it for a moment.

“Well, last year there was a Hufflepuff girl with a Slytherin mark in my herbology class? I just made fun of her and told her that none of us would ever be soulmates with a Puff.” Draco laughed, recalling back to that day in herbology.

“That was stupid” Adrian found himself saying before he could stop.

Draco smiled mischievously. “Have you got yourself a badger mark, Pucey?”

“I didn’t say that, and it doesn’t matter. So I suggest you watch your mouth, Malfoy. Point is, is you’re stupid. Has it ever occurred to you that none of this matters once we graduate? What, you’re gonna push your soulmate aside because they were sorted into a different house than you at school when you were 11? You do realize how that sounds, right?” Adrian didn’t mean to snap at the boy like that, but he did- and the team was silent.

“Well, you’re right, Pucey. It doesn’t matter. Because if I recall correctly, she said something along the lines of ‘she doesn’t want anything to do with Slytherin house and if her soulmate was anything like me, she didn’t want anything to do with them either’” Draco said with a shrug.

“Good thing none of us are as nasty as you, then” Miles butted in, trying to back up his friend; knowing fully well that the girl Malfoy was talking about was more-than-likely his friend’s soulmate. Miles stood to his feet, along with Graham and Adrian- who all made their way back to their dorm where Cassius and Terance were doing potions homework.

“She’s a mudblood, anyways! Are you a blood traitor, Pucey?” Draco called after him, growing nervous when he noticed that none of his teammates found this as amusing as he did.

He thought back to the crying girl outside the greenhouses he bumped into that day.

Adrian didn’t turn back to look at him, nor did his two friends. Draco was left unsatisfied with how the interaction ended.

“I’m sorry that you don’t understand the significance of these marks” Marcus started to speak once Adrian was out of earshot. He pulled down his own sleeve, along with the Flint family crest cuff he wore- revealing his Gryffindor lion mark for the boy to see. “One day, you will. Or maybe you won’t- I don’t care. But, that girl? From your first-year herbology class? She has that snake etched into her skin forever, that makes her one of us. No matter who’s soulmate she is, she’s one of us.” he continued to scold the blonde boy. “And I hope you know, it would be so easy for me to give Higgs his position as Seeker back.” Flint finished, walking away and leaving Draco alone in the common room.

———

Y/N was cautious about her snake mark after that day. She had her friends swear not to tell anyone, not that it mattered anymore. She remembered how the boy she ran into that day wore a wristwatch, perfectly placed to hide where his mark would lay.

She never realized how hard it would be to always be worrying about it showing. After spending her entire first year worrying about it- she decided it was time to ask her parents for a wristwatch of her own.

She explored the ideas of cuffs or bracelets, but the watch seemed to be the most normal solution she could find.

It was light brown with gold details, and the band was just the perfect size to hide her small mark.

And for a while that was it. She meant what she said, and after her unpleasant exchange with Draco in her first ever class at Hogwarts-she held a strong distaste for the members of Slytherin house.

Maybe Ron was right, even if he was speaking with a pre-existing prejudice.

So, as a result- Y/N never actively tried to seek her Slytherin soulmate out.

She wondered, of course. She thought about it very often. When she should be listening to a lesson, or writing an essay. When she would lay in bed as Susan, Megan, Leanne and Hannah could be heard sleeping around her.

Y/N remembered the day her father noticed her snake mark. The last weekend of her summer vacation before she started her fourth year of primary school, 1989. Just two years before she started at Hogwarts herself.

Meaning whoever they were, they were a slytherin- two years above her. She could probably figure out who he was. She even started to try once- before she realized just how many boys were in that year- that she could find. Of course her soulmate was in one of Hogwart’s biggest classes. She didn't try to find him for very long.

She sat in the library with her friends. A few of them sporting a green ‘Potter Stinks’ badge. Y/N opted against it.

She and Harry remained decently good friends over the years. He and Ron were the first people she had met in this life and she always made it a point to keep in contact with them. It was surprisingly easy- considering how busy they always find themselves to be. Hufflepuff and Gryffindor had a few classes together a term and it made it simple for them.

And she wanted to support her house! To support Cedric, she really did! But she wouldn't step all over her friend or his name in order to do so. She couldn't sway her housemates to agree with her though.

She's made it abundantly clear to Harry, since his name was shot out of the Goblet of Fire at the beginning of the year, that she was on his side. He seemed to be appreciative.

She had gotten along with Cedric as well, over the years. She wouldn't say they're friends by any means, but they were friendly. Cedric often helped the younger girl with her homework in the common room. She would cheer him on at Quidditch games and he would thank her for it later.

She noted that he was two grades above her, meaning he was in the same year as the Slytherin student with her Hufflepuff badger on their left wrist. She thought about asking him about it, but always decided against it.

Y/N carried a heavy weight of worry on her shoulders after it was announced that there was an age limit on the Triwizard Tournament. It meant that there was a chance that her mysterious Slytherin soulmate could put their name forth. She felt bad when she was relieved Cedric was chosen instead.

“Y/N?” she heard her name being called. She hadn't even noticed she had been staring at the same page in her book for so long, long enough that one of her friends noticed. She hummed in response, seeing it was Justin who called out for her.

“Are you alright?” he asked, getting the attention of a few of their friends who were sitting with them.

“Yeah, I'm okay. I was just thinking” she assured him with a smile.

“You should just try and find him again” Hannah chimed in, knowing what her friend was thinking about. Y/N looked over at her with an annoyed look on her face. Not so much at Hannah, just with the fact that all her friends keep egging her to try and find him. Y/N is starting to think they want to know who her soulmate is more than she does.

“I don't think it’s worth the effort to seek him out. If we really are soulmates, we’ll find each other eventually” y/n told her for what seemed like the thousandth time.

“Oh, That is such a load of-“ Ernie started before Susan elbowed him in the ribcage. He groaned in pain and tried to soothe the sharp ache with the palm of his hand. “Sorry, Y/N”

Y/N found her friends' interactions amusing. She found joy in watching her friend’s find their soulmates.

The 8 Hufflepuffs decided together one night at the beginning of their fourth year, that they would all sit in a circle and show each other their marks.

Out of the 8 of them, 4 of them had Hufflepuff badgers. All of them appeared the day of their own sorting ceremony, meaning they had 2 pairs of soulmates between them.

Those pairs ended up being Susan and Ernie, and Megan and Leanne.

It was quite funny watching them try and figure it out. It was a little awkward at first but after a few weeks- it was as if everything was as it was supposed to be. Which- in hindsight, it was.

The remaining 4 Hufflepuffs didn’t have such luck. Hannah had no idea who her Gryffindor soulmate could be, they knew it was someone in their year- but none of them piqued Hannah’s interest. “Oh well,” she remembers Hannah saying- “it’ll all fall into place sooner or later.”

Justin and Wayne both had a Ravenclaw eagle mark, Justin’s didn’t come in until their second year- and he hasn’t done much to try and find her either.

And as they all knew, Y/N’s mark was a Slytherin snake.

After the group of Hufflepuff friends shared their most intimate marks with each other, their bond felt stronger than before.

“He probably knows who you are,” Justin said, nonchalantly.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed at the boy. “What do you mean?”

“What? You haven’t thought about it? I mean, he knows your year, he knows your house? It wouldn’t take a genius to figure it out!” Justin continued

“Hey! I know his year and his house! and I don’t know who he is” she tried to defend herself.

“Oh, that’s because you don’t bother to try and figure it out! You could if you wanted to. I mean how many of the sixth year Slytherin’s have a Hufflepuff mark? You’d think that news’d spread quickly” the boy continued. “He probably keeps it hidden. Loads of people do it. With cuffs, or bracelets or-“

“A wrist watch” she said quietly, more to herself than to anyone sitting at the table with her. thinking back to the boy she crashed into, the boy who gave her the idea of hiding her mark with a wrist watch.

Was it such a long shot to think that she could’ve run into her soulmate that day?

“Think about it, Y/N. Whoever he is, he graduates next year. You’ve only got so much time before you really will have to leave it up to fate. The time to take matters into your own hands is ticking”

Yup, Y/N thought. Her friends definitely wanted to know who her soulmate was more than she did.

———

Y/N Y/L/N.

Her name was Y/N Y/L/N and she was a fourth year in Hufflepuff.

She was a muggleborn, fourth year in Hufflepuff.

After that day in the Slytherin common room, after Draco told him about his altercation with a Hufflepuff girl in his year with a Slytherin mark- how could he not seek her out?

It wasn’t hard either. There were only 8 Hufflepuffs that were sorted that year. Five girls and three boys. And only 2 of them were Muggleborns. A boy and a girl.

If it weren’t for Draco’s tip that it was a Hufflepuff girl with the Slytherin mark, he didn’t know how he would’ve narrowed it down between the two. It didn’t matter to him either way.

So, yeah- it didn’t take him long at all.

The only problem was, 2 years later- he might as well have been in the same position as he was before. Because he was no closer to her than when his wrist was blank.

He waited so long for this, but when he figured it out- he didn’t know what to do.

Which is why he was now in his sixth year, without her by his side.

There was no Quidditch this year, due to the tournament, how was he to keep busy? He wasn’t old enough to submit his name in the Goblet- he wouldn’t turn 17 until after Christmas. Even if he could, he’s not sure he would want to.

Maybe Cedric knew her? Adrian wouldn’t say they were friends. They were potions partners last year? That made them, at least acquaintances, right? He could ask Cedric about her, and he’s sure Cedric would do him this favour. But Adrian could never bring himself to ask Cedric about her. He couldn’t even know that the boy would know her anyways.

Adrian thought back to when the Chamber of Secrets was opened and all the attacks on muggleborns started happening two years ago. He walked around terrified, everyday.

Every time there was word that a muggleborn had been petrified, his stomach would drop. He couldn’t focus on anything until he was sure it wasn’t her.

It had only been a few weeks of him knowing at that point, he wanted to reach out to her. But what would he say? ‘Hi. You don’t know me but I’m Adrian and we are meant to spend the rest of our lives together!’?

No, that wouldn’t work.

He thought about introducing himself whenever he saw her in the library, or in the great halls.

He found himself starting to search for her face in the crowd at games. He would be disappointed when she wasn’t there- although, what other reason would she have to come to any of Slytherin’s matches other than the ones against Hufflepuff?

He did see her at their games against Gryffindor a few times. That’s when he was drawn to the conclusion that she must be friends with Harry Potter- Gryffindor’s seeker. Which meant she must be friends with Ron Weasley- the twins’ younger brother. And Adrian just so happened to be wonderful friends with the two tall redheads.

Maybe they knew her?

There were so many ways they were tied together, yet Adrian could not- for the life of him, find a viable reason to talk to her. There were so many ways they could run into each other but Adrian was growing tired of waiting for it to happen naturally. He didn’t even want to think about how they would meet, had he not found out who she was. How long he would’ve had to wait.

Adrian didn't even want to think about what she would say if she ever found out that he’s known it was her all this time and never did anything about it.

He told his friends that he found her a few weeks after he did. He wasn’t going to tell them at first. But with the attacks that year, he needed someone to talk to about it.

Ever since they had been begging him to do something already.

“You’ve been waiting for this for years! Now she’s right in front of you and you’re not doing anything about it?” He recalls Cassius scolding him like a child one day.

He couldn’t argue with that, but he also couldn’t bring himself to go up to her. No matter how many times they assured him it was fine, no matter how many times he told himself he could do it. He couldn’t.

To say he was surprised that his friends were so accepting of her was an understatement. He didn’t know what his parents would think, and quite frankly- he didn’t care. They would cross that bridge when they got to it, and no matter what, they would do it together. Adrian never did tell his friends this, but he was so thankful for them.

“Mister Pucey! Miss Y/L/N! The library has been closed for 15 minutes!” Madam Pince called.

Adrian froze at the mention of their names in the same sentence.

He looked around and sure enough, they were the only two in the library. He looked over at her and saw her gathering her things.

“I apologize, Madam Pince. Time must’ve gotten away from me” she said sheepishly, sending the- normally unpleasant woman, the softest smile he’s ever seen.

“Y-yeah, sorry. I just, I don’t know what happened ” Adrian stuttered, trying not to gain the attention from the Hufflepuff girl. And failing.

“Hey, are you alright?” she asked him from a few tables away. He looked at her with wide eyes and shook his head.

She quirked her eyebrow at him, “What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling her bag over her shoulder and making her way towards him.

“I mean, Yes. Sorry. Yes, I'm fine, ``Adrian nodded, it’s a miracle that he didn’t stutter this time. She was so nice. How was she so nice? Neither of them were in uniform, maybe she wouldn’t have been so nice to him had she known he sported green and silver.

‘C’mon, Adrian’ he thought ‘Pull yourself together.’

The girl pulled her left arm up to check the time on her watch.

”Well,” she began, giving him a friendly smile, “It’s only quarter past eight, we probably haven’t missed out on all the good stuff in the great hall. You want to walk with me?” she offered.

Y/N didn’t know why she was being so nice. Normally she would’ve just given him an awkward smile and left the library when Madam Pince asked her to.

“You’re wearing a watch,” Adrian stated, his mouth moving faster for his brain to catch up.

She nodded. She was a little confused at how flustered the boy seamed, but decided to ignore it. She began to stack his books before Madam Pince could have the chance to yell at them again. He watched her and gently took the books from her when she moved to hand them to him.

“Yeah, I started wearing it in my second year after I saw a boy wearing-“ she began to tell him the story, when she caught a glimpse of the watch Adrian was wearing as he moved to shove his books in his bag. The watch that’s been burned into her memory since the day she saw it. The watch belonging to the brunette boy in the Slytherin uniform outside the greenhouses.

He saw her eyes glued to his wristwatch and held his arm up to show her. “Oh, this? Yeah I started wearing mine in my second year as well. Actually I wore a cuff at first, then my parents got me this for Christmas, so I switched” he rambled on- growing embarrassed at his ability to speak to her so freely.

Their feet seemed to be glued to where they stood on the floor- because if they could peel their eyes away from each other, they would see that all of Adrian’s belongings were cleared from the table, but neither of them moved to leave. If Madam Pince came out of the back room and saw they were still standing in the library, they would be in for it. But, for some reason- neither of them could bring themselves to care.

She looked up at him and saw the same curly brown hair she saw that day. Sure, her vision was obstructed when she saw it for the first time, but she would swear up and down that it was the same boy.

“Hey, you’re on the quidditch team, right?” she asked him, trying to change the subject before she lost her mind.

She knew him. Of course she knew him. He was Adrian Pucey, he was 2 years above her and he was in Slytherin. He was one of the boys she came across when she decided to try and find out who her soulmate was.

“Yeah, yeah. I'm a chaser, my name's Adrian.” he smiled at her, reaching his hand out for her to shake. His nerves seemed to be dying off, he grew more confident as he realized talking to her was the easiest thing he’s ever done.

“I’m Y/N” she said, taking his hand into hers and when she pulled away- with the absence of his touch, she felt the same burning sensation she felt that day when he let go of her shoulders.

It was him, she was sure of it.

It was her, he knew it.

Which is why he didn’t feel crazy about what he was about to do.

“Y/N. I think I need to show you something. And I really hope this is going to go the way I think it will” he told her with a nervous smile. Y/N would actually say it was much more nervous than it was a smile.

So much for his nerves dying off.

She nodded along, wanting to see what he would do.

Adrian put his bag down on the table, praying the Hogwarts librarian wouldn’t come in and interrupt them.

He brought his fingers to the clasp of his wrist watch, fumbling to pull it apart. Maybe it was because his hands were shaking, or maybe because he hadn’t taken it off outside his dorm in 4 years. Maybe it felt like he was struggling with it longer than he actually was.

But when it finally became undone, and he pulled it off- he clutched the watch in his opposite hand. He heard her breath hitch.

She dropped her bag to the floor and her hand flew to the clasp of her watch as well. If Adrian was questioning if his hands were shaking, Y/N was certain that her’s were.

The metal details on her watch were much smaller than the ones on Adrian’s. He watched her with a small smile before deciding to put her out of her misery and bring his hands up to helped her.

His hands, now as still as a brain surgeon’s- easily unclasped the fastenings apart and he pulled it away, revealing her Slytherin snake mark for him to see.

He brought his left wrist up to press next to her’s. A snake and a badger. Just like them.

Y/N felt her eyes well up in tears slightly. It wasn’t enough for anything to spill out- and she felt silly about it but when she tilted her head up to look at him, his eyes were the same.

They broke out into a fit of giggles together.

“Well, Adrian. The universe says we’re meant to be together. What do you say we find out why?” she asked, reaching down to grab her bag.

He found himself nodding eagerly. “I’m starving. Can we eat at the Hufflepuff table? The blokes from Durmstrang do not spare anything at the dinner table”

Y/N laughed as they finally moved to leave the library. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at him in awe- she couldn’t remember the last time she felt so- whole.

“Definitely, but if you ever run into that problem- you should know I’m quite close with Pax the House Elf in the kitchens, and she has fixed me something to eat on more than one occasion.” Y/N nudged Adrian with her shoulder.

“I mean, does she have a choice?” Adrian asked with a teasing smile.

“I don’t think so, but I've already convinced myself that we are friends, and I am not willing to move on the topic”

They turned into the great hall and took their seats on the end of the Hufflepuff table, ways away from anyone else. It was near the end of dinner being served- so there weren't many people around.

Both of their wristwatches laid on the table in between them, their soulmate marks they went through so much to hide, now on full display.

Adrian caught the eye of Terence sitting at the Slytherin table- he looked confused at first, before his face broke into the widest smile Adrian had ever seen. Adrian rolled his eyes playfully at his friend and pulled his attention back to the girl in front of him.

If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of forever learning every way their souls were one.

And she felt exactly the same way.

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DOG DAYS

in the early stages of your developing relationship with hank, he introduces you to his dog !

character : hank anderson

song : gone days , stray kids

word count : 418

date : 12th october 2021

note : i love hank sm

entering hank's comfortable house after a filling evening dinner, you sat down on the sofa, sprawling out on it despite still being in your nice clothes. with a chuckle, hank took a seat next to you, wrapping a warm arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

"was dinner okay?" he asked, looking down at you. hank had let you pick the restaurant you visited, and, despite your want to split the bill, he'd insisted on paying.

you wondered if maybe, since you hadn't been official for too long, he was just trying to impress you, but the two of you agreed that you'd pay for the next meal – and that you were happy about.

looking back up at him, eyes searching his face all over — usually grumpy, but now filled with adoration and love — you nodded. "it was delicious, thank you so much!" you sank lower into hank's side, slinging an arm over his tummy. your eyes slowly closed, basking in hank's warmth and the silence of the house, and both of your soft breathing filling the air. on your shoulder, hank rubbed his calloused hand up and down affectionately.

suddenly, something landed on your knee. you thought maybe it was one of hank's hands but his arms were around you, and so your eyes fluttered open.

you weren't really sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't a dog. a broad smile made its way to your lips, along with a small giggle. "oh, hello!" the arm that had been slung over hank's front removed itself and reached forward. "what's your name?"

hank's dog was absolutely gorgeous, with his beautifully thick fur and sweet doe eyes. you scratched the top of his head, cooing at him softly.

"sumo," hank replied, a small smile forming on his face. you looked back up at him with a hopeful smile.

"that's such a sweet name, oh my god," you chuckled, moving to scratch sumo's chin.

your boyfriend returned a chuckle. "well, i was aiming for him to be scary, but i don't think he has the heart." he removed an arm from around you to pat sumo on the head. "he's loving the attention tonight." when you glanced over at him, his pale eyes were turned up into small crescents.

sumo pulled away from your loving hands, much to your dismay. however, warm relief filled your chest when he climbed up onto the sofa and curled into your side, joining you and hank for the rest of your evening.

[aangelinakii]

could you do twdg s4 hcs with a small s/o who comes back from like a hunting trip (or whatever makes the most sense) and as soon as they see their partner they just do the typical pick them up, hold them up high and spin them thing because they missed them? I like the thought of them not knowing their s/o had the strength to just,,,,,, do that,,,,,, especially characters like marlon and mitch cause theyre the taller characters (5’11 and 5’10) I dont think theyd see it coming lmao

i love your writing sm <333 it makes me so happy i hope your day is going well :)

ERICSON BOYS HEADCANONS

in which you're small but certainly strong

season : four

characters : louis , marlon , mitch

song : 1,2,3,4,5 , leebada

date : 2nd november 2021

au : marlon doesn't die early on he's like part of the thing yeah

note : i didn't include everyone because they're all so short D:

LOUIS — usually he's the one picking you up and swinging you around ( that's a very louis thing you feel me ? ) , but one day he's come back from spearfishing, and you'd been taking it easy after a hunting duty gone wrong, and you just come running up to him. he drops the bucket on the ground and stands in place waiting for you to jump into his arms ,, but ohhhhh did he have the wrong idea. instead, you fit yourself between his arms, and wrap your own around his torso, bend your knees and pluck him off the ground like a feather. before he knows it, you're spinning louis around like he's on a carousel,, and he loves it, but he also thinks he's going to throw up. maybe possibly probably lets you do it every once in a while.... ?

MARLON — after the school is raided by lilly's community, the place is practically in shambles, and you're down too many friends. once everyone has retreated, the remaining children gather in the courtyard. immediately, marlon pulls you into his arms. you can hear his heart pumping quickly in his chest. when you look up at him his face is filled with grief. hoping to earn a laugh, or at the very least a smile, you pick him up and swing him around. when you place him back on the ground his eyes are filled with a new light and his lips are glistening with a smile, which you take note of. now, whenever he's down in the dumps, you just pick him up and swirl him around and his heart begins to feel better <3

MITCH — you'd think mitch would be the least person to enjoy being picked up, especially by his partner who's shorter than him. tbh it would probably pinch on his ego a little bit, but he likes the feeling of being in your arms ( even if he feels a bit sick after being twirled around ) . he definitely won't be up for you doing it in front of everyone ,, i mean, he has an image to maintain !! the first time you did it, you were teaching him a hobby / skill of yours that he wasn't so good at, and when he finally got the hang of it you pulled him in for a hug. the last thing he was expecting was to be swept off his feet , and he reminded himself after that not to get on your bad side

[aangelinakii]

CHERRY KISSES

in which you and javi share a kiss under the mistletoe

season : three

character : javier garcia

song : last christmas , wham

date : 19th december 2021

au : no / pre apocalypse

note : sorry for the mini hiatus !!! i've finally gotten around to write more of javi,,, happy holidays all <3

when the holidays rolled around, the garcia household often held various parties, such as on christmas eve and new years eve, and, being close neighbours and family friends, you took it upon yourself to attend as many as you could.

this year, the whole family had managed to make it. sometimes the odd garcia wouldn't turn up, for whatever reason (often javi, but you never asked why). the living room bustled with christmas joy, festive songs droning down in the background whilst happy chatter layered over top, a combination of alcoholic and alcohol-free drinks dripped down the throats of party guests.

sweet cinnamon lingered on your lips as you pulled your cup away from your mouth. a garcia passed by with a wave and cheery hello, but didn't stop to chat. being surrounded by so many people but feeling so desperately alone didn't feel so good, especially at christmas time.

a sigh departed from your mouth as you turned to go refill your cup. as you reached the drinks table, taking the ladle in your hand, you felt something on your back. when you turned to look, you found the chiselled tan face of none other than javier garcia. your grip on the ladle loosened as you carefully placed it back in the bowl, and you turned to pull him into a hug.

javi was often out of town, either training or at games. it wasn't like he was out of the picture, but he wasn't exactly in it, either. regardless, the two of you had always got on.

"oh, javi, it's been ages," you sighed as you pulled away, keeping your hands on his arms as one of his lingered on the small of your back. "how have you been?"

his lips pulled up into a flawless smile and his hands fell back to his sides, as did yours, your own finding your old cup and refilling it. "yeah, i'm okay. had a few games, but things are all over the place right now." his soft dark eyes went distant for a moment. "and i wasn't here last year, so i thought i might as well visit everyone."

you offered an understanding nod, accompanied by a sweet smile. "want me to pour you a drink?" you asked, gesturing to the piled-up stack of empty cups and bowl of alcoholic-free drink; a garcia staple.

"yes please," javi replied, seeming quite relieved.

and so you got to work, taking a fresh cup out if the stack and filling it with the fruity cinnamon christmas drink. as you passed the cup, your fingers brushed with his.

javier's fingers were rough, slightly bigger than yours, and as they met each other you could hear him sigh quietly. and you smiled at each other, bringing your drinks to your lips in unison, tasting and savouring the sweet blend of flavours at the same time. after pulling the cup away from your face, your eyes pulled away from his, too, and searched the room.

"why don't we go somewhere else?" you suggested, leaning in a little closer so javier could hear you over the excited christmas bustle. "it's getting quite stuffy in here."

as you made your way out of the crowded main room, javier followed close behind. and, together, you exited out to the nippy winter air on the porch. you knelt down and took a seat at the top of the steps, and javier sat down next to you, somewhat close. but he was warmer than you, so you didn't mind.

even from outside, the christmas songs and conversations in the front room could be heard. other houses on the block were celebrating the holidays, too, for you could see the silhouettes of various people dancing and hugging and laughing through the front windows of each house. you were just glad no one would be coming to complain for the noise.

you gazed down into your cup, at the dark red drink, and how it swirled around like a hurricane. "abuela and mariana did amazingly on the christmas drink this year," you spoke up, looking over at javier, who turned his head to look at you, too.

he nodded approvingly. "oh, yeah, totally." his lips turned up into a soft smile, which then grew into a grin as his dark hazel eyes halved into crescents, accompanied by a small laugh. "sorry," he muttered. "i was just thinking about how when we used to make the christmas drinks — you, me and abuelita. we were so bad and we knew it, but the adults still drank what we made. i'm just glad mari didn't inherit my horrendous drink-making skills."

at the memory, you also cracked up. you could just picture the adults' faces screwing up at how sweet or sour the drink was, but still telling the two of you how amazing it was and how proud they were. thankfully, as you got older, your skills developed. little could be said about javi, though.

"it's crazy to think about how you've lived your whole life on this street. this was only abuela and abuelo's house, and we'd visit occasionally, but we were still so close," javier continued, the ghost of his smile present.

"i remember," you replied with a light laugh. "we were inseparable, like two peas in a pod."

laughter merging with yours like a chorus, javi leaned into you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. his thumb softly circled patterns into your upper arm, but you weren't sure if he noticed he was doing it.

laughter sunk into the night as the two of you reminisced what seemed like a better time.

another joke brushed past javier's lips, and the two of you cracked up once again, your head falling back.

but you noticed something you hadn't before; something overhead. white in colour surrounded by darkness. the light from the houses weren't pouring out onto the porch, and you couldn't make it out.

"hey, javi, what's that?" you asked, pulling him out of his fit of laughter, causing him to look up as well.

as he stared up, you looked back down at him. his bottom lip trembled and his adam's apple bobbed up and down. slowly, his head moved back down, eyes meeting your immediately. the corner of his lips twitched, like he wanted to smile but was forcing it down.

"i think it's missiletoe."

while your eyebrows softly furrowed, your lips pulled up into a small, unsure smile. "i didn't know you guys did missiletoe?"

"neither did i," replied javi with a small chuckle, glancing back up. his grip on your shoulder faltered, getting lighter like he was moving his hand away. "i guess i just never got caught in it."

you carefully placed down your now-empty cup onto the wooden decking beside you, eyes not moving from javi's face. "what should we do about it?" you asked, voice now barely above a whisper.

with javi's lips parted so slightly, you could taste the sweet cherries and spicy cinnamon on his tongue with each jagged breath. "i heard it's bad luck... to not kiss under missiletoe."

the space between you evaporated. lips against lips. his hand returned to your shoulder, squeezing it gently, whilst both of yours made their way up his back, stopping just below his toned shoulder blades.

after a few beats passed, you pulled away, foreheads pressed together, chests heaving and breaths heavy.

it felt so wrong to be kissing someone you'd been so platonically close to for so long. but it tasted so right. so your lips met once again.

[aangelinakii]

hey i was the person who requested the big spoon thing!! it was literally all I wanted lmao but i thought id wait before asking for Sean so there wasn’t too many big spoons lmao 💔💔

so anyway sean with an s/o who insists on being the big spoon 💔💔 i cant imagine he’s ever…. like cuddled with somebody before…? so hed probably think he’s supposed to be the big spoon and just gets shut down. im very uncreative lmaoo but ive been missing sean so i came to you.

anyway ily

REMINDER

in which you give sean a reminder about how much you love him ( with cuddles !!!!! )

game : two

character : sean diaz

song : reminder , the weeknd

date : 17th november 2021

note : sorry this was short !! but it was really sweet thank you <3

sean looked up from his laptop as he felt the floor shift beneath him. pulling an earbud out, he glanced behind him, only to see your bright smile enter the room. in your hand was a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich on a plate.

you placed the plate on sean's desk, emerging behind him and laying a free hand on one of his shoulders. with a smile, sean reached out for the sandwich, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his tan cheek, pinching the other softly.

the hum of a laugh left his mouth as it plunged into the sandwich. "how's your homework going?" you asked him, pulling away and sitting down comfortably on his unmade bed.

after swallowing a chunk of peanut-butter and jelly, sean placed his snack back on its plate. he shrugged, tapping the space bar to pause it. "could be better; it's really boring. it's just my professor going over questions, and then we have to answer them and bring them in next lesson. like, couldn't we have gotten a sheet instead of having to watch his own video?" he let out a grunt and a groan before leaning back in his chair and looking over at you.

budging up further into his bed, lowering yourself into a laying position, you smiled up at sean. "why don't you take a break for a minute?" you suggested curiously.

considering your request, sean glanced back at his video and notebook, which was barely filled with any answers at all, but plucked out his other earbud, pushing out his chair. with a lop-sided smile, he collapsed onto the bed with a sigh, embracing his moment of peace.

until he felt a pair of arms wrap around his torso, pulling him close into you. his eyes looked down, and he slung an arm over you., his smile widening.

and, for the next few, long moments, the two of you lay in silence, eyes closed, bodies close.

the silence was broken as a door creaked open. a wail rang throughout the room, causing you and sean to look up, clambering into a seated position. standing by the door was sean's younger brother, daniel, hands glued to his eyes. "oh my god! were you two doing it!?"

sending a glance your way, sean shook his head, sliding off the bed and hurriedly making his way over to daniel. "what? no! no, no, no! it wasn't like that, i promise. we were just together, but not— not in that way."

once sean was kneeled down in front of him, daniel reluctantly removed his hands from his face, peeking over his brother's shoulder to look at you. "you sure?"

sean let out a chuckle, glancing back at you as well. "yes, i'm sure, enano. now, what's up? why did you come in?"

daniel's face lit up as he remembered the piece of paper in his hand. "oh yeah!" he grinned, looking down at it, holding it up and twisting it around to present it. "i drew you two!"

[aangelinakii]

sean with somebody he likes who’s also an artist and he draws them all the time and he feels like a creep for doing it, but he gets a hold of their sketchbook and he notices that they basically only draw him too and he’s just like “oh….”

SUMMER TIGHTS

in which you and sean are each other's muses

game : two

character : sean diaz

song : summer tights , dpr live

warnings : swearing

date : 4th november 2021

note : I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS IDEA

granite danced across the blank page, gracing it with lines and shapes that would eventually conjure up a beautiful image — you. sean glanced up at your frame, which sat back in the chair a few ahead of him, diagonally to the right. it was a risky move; if you turned around to look at him right now, you would catch sight of your sketched-in back, your granite hand tucked into your hair, mimicking the real life you. he looked back down, resuming his intricate doodle.

a voice pulled him out of his zone. he was back in class, with students working and chatting around him, but when he looked up you were the only one with eyes on him. "hey, sean?" you'd asked. as soon as your eyes met, a small smile lay on your lips and you continued speaking. "can you help me out with this question?"

oh shit, the questions! sean lifted his journal and peered at the unfinished question sheet, the only pen marking on it being his name in the top corner.

he hesitated before replying. "yeah, sure. if you just give me a minute." sean was quick to close his journal and flip the question sheet to the top. he scanned through the questions, staring in shock and confusion at the god-awful combinations of numbers and letters. fuck algebra.

"which one do you need help with?" he asked as you edged out of your seat to meet him, and he made extra effort to hid his journal.

once you'd joined him, kneeling down at the side of his desk, you placed your worksheet in front of him. the page was filled with numbers and scribbles and illegible working-outs — a lot more than he'd done by far. one of your fingers poked out onto the sheet, pointing at a blank question, which had been left out of all the others, which you'd finished.

sean nodded as he stared at it, the cogs in his head moving around and working away as he conjured up the answer. "this might be wrong, but is the answer ax + 6x + 5a + 30?"

no. a small smile appeared on your lips that you tried to bite down on. regardless, you looked up at him and his beautifully tanned face to thank him, and wandered back to your seat. whenever he gave you an answer in maths, it was often wrong, but it was nice to talk to him since in other lessons you did, whilst maths was the only exception due to your seating plan.

the actual answer was ax + 5a - 6x - 30, but he wasn't too far off. you scribbled down the correct answer and glanced back to sean, who had discarded of his question sheet and was now back to doodling in his journal. apparently he was an amazing artist, but you'd only heard bits, rather than seeing the real thing.

when sean looked up, you'd turned back to your own paper, and he took in your features and began to shade you in, now making you look more like yourself instead of a few squiggles. the boy puffed out a sigh as he doodled. god, he felt like a creep drawing you when you weren't looking; you weren't even posing, and you didn't even know that it was you he was drawing. sean flipped back through his journal, locating the other times he'd drawn you, each from a different angle: one was from when he sat in the canteen with lyla and you sat at another table eating a sandwich you'd packed; in another you were facing him but looking down, from when you'd met up for a study sesh in the local library with lyla and one of your own friends. each time he'd drawn you, you were unsuspecting and distracted by something else. was it weird? surely not! if someone asked him why he'd drawn you, he could show the other drawings in his book of other people. it wasn't like anyone would find out anyway.

the bell rang and everybody packed up to move on to their next lessons. in the hallway, sean caught up to you — you shared the same class anyway — and you entered the art classroom together. what a coincidence, both of you having so many of the same classes. and what a coincidence it was that the two of you sat next to each other in this one.

as you two sat down in your seats, people were still entering the room. sean placed his journal on the desktop and flipped to a blank page, whilst you pulled your art supplies out of your bag.

soon enough, the lesson started and your teacher left you to your own devices; with it being close to the winter holidays, she didn't want to work your socks off too bad, and allowed for some free-drawing.

sean puffed out a sigh through his lips, tapping his bottom lip with the back end of his pen. "ugh, i don't know what to draw," he sighed. it wasn't exactly like he could draw you with you right next to him.

you glanced over at him, still sorting through your supplies; sketchbooks, portfolio folders, pens, pencils and paintbrushes. "you can flip through to see if there's anything that can prompt you," you spoke absently, pushing your sketchbook to his side of the table. "for heaven's sake, why can't i find it?" you muttered to yourself, practically pouring your bag out onto the desk. where on earth could your halfway-finished drawing be? "i'll be right back." you stood up and walked off to the back of the room, hoping to find your artwork somewhere in the classroom.

flipping open the first page, sean was met with your name in funky, colourful letters and a small 'return to owner if found' at the bottom. he turned over the page, which revealed various sketches of various teachers, and the next showed a watercolour painting of a johnny depp character. sean continued to flip the pages, his mind now overflowing with ideas, until he came to a drawing of someone he recognised.

they were sitting down, staring at their cellphone with a faceless person next to them. short dark hair and a lightly shaded-in beanie sat atop their head — that could've been anyone — but what really led sean to figuring it out was the hoodie they wore; shaded in, a wolf with the words 'squad' engraved on it. that was his hoodie; that was him.

he turned the page again. another sean diaz, but this time more close up and with a smile, like it had been copied from a photo of him instead of real life. then another, with his head in his hands as he stared down at a textbook.

sean looked up from the sketchbook, clocking you in the room and, once he'd found you, smiling softly.

so you saw the beauty in him the same way he saw the beauty in you?

[aangelinakii]

hey ! could you please do jealous headcanons for the ericson kids ? thanks <3

ERICSON KIDS HEADCANONS

in which they get jealous :O

season : four

characters : clementine , violet , louis , mitch

song : jealou$y , the neighbourhood & casey veggies & kossisko

date : 26th november 2021

note : i only did these four but please lmk if you'd like to see these with any other characters !! <3

when clem gets jealous i can see her trying to push it away and act like everything's fine. she doesn't want you to know,, she probably doesn't even want to acknowledge it herself. she thinks jealousy is a petty, unneeded emotion, and she wants to be the bigger person. after a while, when you're alone, she'd tell you, and immediately feel better. i don't think she's the type of person to get jealous easily and always be in some jealous state,, she'd pretty accepting of what you do and who you hang out with, but if things get " bad " then yeah she going to be jealous.

we already know what violet's like,, i mean i wrote a whole thing on it. long story short, she gets pretty defensive and mad. after being so close to minnie and then minnie just leaving, she became really mad in general, and if someone else she's created a great relationship with leaves her ( for someone or something else, whatever reason ) ,,, well there's just no point for her after that. she's probably a littleeee possessive, just a little. like she gets jealous if you want to hang out with someone else two days in a row , she gets jealous the first day, but the second day she starts overthinking realll bad.

louis probably isn't too jealous ? i wrote something on him as well. yeah no i don't think louis gets jealous unless he has a proper reason to be, like someone is flirting with you, or you're spending a lot of time with someone who could be a potential love interest. and i think louis has issues with trust and he views himself as a really bad person, so he needs someone who loves him and is loyal to him to reassure him and remind him that he actually is a good person. when he gets jealous, there's nothing some quality time can't fix ! we love you louis <3

hmmmmm ,,, mitch i think is an above average jealous person. i mean, you've seen what he's like,, everyone classes him as someone who is kind of protective / possessive and doesn't like other people messing around with something that's " his " . when he gets jealous he doesn't really know who to be mad at in that situation, so he's just mad at everyone, including you sometimes. but the easy fix is to just get him alone and explain to him everything and reassure your love for him. easy beans

[aangelinakii]

HIGH ENOUGH

in which you fly sky high

game : one

character : chloe price

song : high enough , k.flay

warnings : drug usage ( weed ) , swearing

date : 21st november 2021

note : i don't condone the usage of drugs,, i'm just using it for this story. i don't do drugs,, if you do drugs, that's up to you.

with another exhale, more smoke surrounded your head like a halo, making you holy in the most unholy of times. through the translucent smoke, you could make out a mop of blue hair and a girl opposite you, clouding your vision more as she puffed out her own smoke.

"so," she spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence. "tell me about yourself."

the blunt stopped inches away from your face, and your lips pulled into a smile. it was difficult to disguise your laugh. "but you already know, like, everything about me," you managed to say, and the blunt continued its way to your lips.

chloe leaned back on the hood of the broken-down care, staring around at the rest of the junk lying around. she shrugged and let out a sigh. "i dunno. tell me your deepest darkest secrets," she said again, putting on a funny ominous voice

you pulled the blunt away from your face for a moment, resting it between your two fingers as you thought of what to say. oh god, this would be something for chloe to laugh at.

"i've never kissed anyone."

at that, chloe's eyes widened, and the blunt drawn to her lips pulled itself away. "no fuckin' way! how old are you — 17, 18? what, and you've never kissed anyone?"

you shook your head.

"that's so whack, man, oh my god! you smoke weed but never kissed someone!" at least she got a kick out of it. her laughs and surprise deflated after a moment. "is there a reason why, or did you just not?"

another puff of smoke surrounded you, enveloping you in its scruffy pong. "i kinda cowered away from it, i think. smoking helps me chill out, but the thought of ever kissing someone makes me stress out a little. and i've never found someone worthy of putting my lips on theirs," you explained, playing a snobby part at the end, which made chloe chuckle. then the two of you went back into your silence, just the sound of breathing and the stench of weed surrounding you.

after another moment of silence, chloe let out a small laugh, half coughing on her own smoke. when you looked at her, a small smile lay on her lips, but her eyes were distant and looking past you. "hey," she spoke up, throwing her blunt to the ground and hopping off the car, crushing the blunt under her heavy boot. "what if you had your first kiss now?"

you slowly exhaled, smoke coursing through your nostrils and mouth. "what do you mean?" you asked, following suit and throwing your own blunt to the ground.

chloe made her way over to you, now standing opposite where you sat on an oversized tire. she held her hands out, and you took them with reluctancy.

she never replied with words, only with her lips on top of yours. this kiss was soft, but it tasted like the skunk you had both just smoked, as if it were filling you back up with its smoke. every time you had pictured your first kiss, you thought sloppy, wet, inexperienced and overall disgusting. but now you were finally lip-to-lip with somebody who genuinely wanted to kiss you, you realised that not all first kisses were bad.

after the initial astonishment had faded, you followed the slow movement of chloe's lips. you had no idea what you were doing, but chloe made it seem easy.

her hands slid up your forearms, her head turned to the side, her lips pressed harder into your own. against your lips, you could feel chloe's pull into a smile.

another moment passed and the two of you pulled away. as you gazed into her eyes, chloe's pupils grew and grew, but you couldn't tell whether it was the drugs or the fact she was interested in you — it was probably both.

her smile grew into a grin. "so?" she asked, the mood changing quickly from romantic and sensual to enthusiastic and funny. "how was it? your first kiss, i mean. am i worthy enough?"

you searched her face, head cocking to the side as if it would help you decide how to answer. your hands moved down to her hips. "i'm not sure yet, let's try again."

[aangelinakii]

This is my first time requesting so im not sure if im doing this right- my apologies if it isnt! Can I ask for an imagine where connor (or any android of your choice!) confesses to the reader? It can also be just reactions/headcanons if that would be easier for you! I hope you have a wonderful day 💗

GREEN LIGHT

in which androids have been recognised as another form of life, and are living in harmony alongside humans. connor, a deviant android, is beginning to feel, and definitely fall, for you, an android.

character : connor rk800

song : green light , lorde

date : 16th october 2021

note : thank you so much for requesting !!! honestly, i can't thank you enough requests make me so happy ,, and you're def requesting right ! so if anyone else wants to request something, don't be shy ! <3

autumn had hit the city of detroit; orange leaves were already beginning to fall off branches and litter the sidewalks, and people and androids had began to cover themselves in warm layers as they roamed the streets.

almost a full year had passed since androids had been granted freedom and recognition as another life form. markus, the android who'd initiated it all, was still known as the leader, or at least someone who made the calls and was highly respected. connor had aided markus in a way, working his way into cyberlife and spreading deviance on to the new android models; that was how he met you, by going against what he'd been programmed to do and siding with the gone-deviant androids, which you'd also done.

whilst he was supposed to be on a mission to end jericho and deviancy, connor had met the masterminds behind each plan — one of them was you, an ax700 model who had turned to a new place to go after being mistreated by a group of teenagers, leaving you in scraps with nowhere to go; your older owners wouldn't want you coming back home in such a mess. that's when you'd stumbled upon jericho, and all the androids who inhabited it: north, simon and josh, along with others who'd yet to make names for themselves, and then markus came along and everything that had happened last winter had happened. honestly, no one thought it would work but it did.

you and connor sat on a wooden park bench, overlooking the oranges and burgundies autumn had to offer. in the playground ahead, children played around on the equipment, their androids, who were once slaves, watched over them with joyous smiles on their faces. you were glad for your collective impact on america, and how things would now change.

with a small chuckle you asked, "do you see that little girl?" you gestured towards her. "the one on the roundabout playing with her android." you glanced over at connor, who nodded. "without us, they wouldn't be there. maybe the girl, but that lady would just be standing there doing her job, not experiencing life like she is now. and i think that's amazing."

when you looked back over at connor, he was already looking down at you, a small smile evident on his face. his soft, brown puppy-dog eyes examined your features, taking in your happiness.

"it..." connor began, looking away abruptly. "it does feel good," he agreed. a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he looked up at the children playing around on the playground equipment. although there was a smile on connor's lips, something about him seemed conflicted. when he looked back at you, his eyes wandered elsewhere and he hesitated with his speech. "walk with me."

connor rose from the bench, you followed suit.

as the two of you walked, leaves crunched under your feet. further through the park and the laughs of children in the playground grew quieter, and conversations of people on benches passed by.

"this past year, a lot has happened for androids. we've been granted the right to vote, we're allowed to go to school and get jobs that any other human could have. we... we're doing a lot better — markus is doing a lot for us, working to let us do the things we want to do, the things we should be allowed to do."

"yeah..." you replied slowly, your pace slowing as well. "what's your point?"

"well... i don't know, i don't know really." this was unlike connor, stumbling over his words, hesitating and stopping.

eyebrows furrowing, you asked, "are you okay, con?"

connor stopped abruptly and turned to you. "my mind is cloudy. i'm experiencing emotions like never before; of course, now i feel emotions, but i don't think i've felt something like this." his eyes wavered, unable to stay trained on one place.

"like what?"

"like... like love. i think. i don't know for sure. i don't know what love is meant to feel like, but i think this is it, and i want to be."

"oh?" was all you could say in return. what were you meant to say? who was this love for? why was he telling you? "that's— that's great! i mean, is it? i don't really know what to say..."

the android opposite you scowled, trying to think of how to continue. "i guess what i mean is, it's you. you're the one i... love. and i don't know what to do about it. i remember last year at the eden club there were two androids, and they loved each other — they were in love. at the time, i didn't understand that, how or why it worked." finally, your eyes met. "but now, i think i do."

[aangelinakii]

i want to ask this for lis2 sean too but I dont want you to get bored of the concept 🙏🏻🙏🏻ykno since youre writing for so many people at once here 💔 ill try to think of something more original lol 💔 i love that guy awesome that youre branching out

ericson hcs for s/o who insists on being the big spoon no matter how small they are or how big their partner is. i think they deserve it after all the stress they go through everyday 💔💔💔

ERICSON KIDS HEADCANON

in which you're fit to be the small spoon but you insist on being the big spoon

season : four

characters : clementine , violet , louis , marlon , mitch

song : love4eva , loona yyxy

date : 4th november 2021

note : i've only gotten one lis request so don't refrain from bombarding me with things from game one and two !! hope for christmas i can get true colours , also sorry this one was a little bit short but i had a lot to get through :///

CLEMENTINE — clem is already pretty fun-sized so the fact you're smaller than her but still enjoy being the big spoon is such a big deal for her. she ADORES snuggling up with you and just being cuddled with no hassle about it , but she's always sure to make you feel loved too <3

VIOLET — i can see violet preferring to be big spoon, just because she likes making you feel safe ( you've been through a lot and she feels super bad ) but she also enjoys being the small spoon because it's a good way to calm her down and make her forget about her bottled up emotions , which she has a lot of. tbh she probably feels a little bit bad when you're the big spoon because she's like " i really like this but i also want to cuddle you what do i doooooo "

LOUIS — now louis loves being cuddled and smothered with affection, because it's something he does and he wants the same in return ( not that he would explicitly say that tho ) . he def doesn't mind being the small spoon, but finds it somewhat amusing how, considering how small you are, you always insist on being the big spoon.

MARLON — marlon is always wanting to be the " big spoon " in like every situation. like in charge, or being the more dominant one in the relationship. tbh he's so used to it and prefers it so much that when you first suggest it / request it he's taken aback ?? but you keep insisting, keep suggesting and requesting that he's finally like UGH FINE so he tries being little spoon for once and then he...... likes it ?? he never admits it. ever.

MITCH — i don't think mitch is the type of person who likes spooning in the first place. he prefers more toned-down acts of ( physical ) affection, like hand holding, giving complments and gifts. one day, as you're laying down in his bunk, just talking and basking in each other's presence, you sling an arm around him and pull him into a cuddle. he doesn't even realise as it happens, but then you start spooning him ?? and he still doesn't realise it once it's happened because he feels so safe ? idk but he loves it

[aangelinakii]

THEIR REACTION TO YOUR HANDS BEING COLD

in which you're dating one of the ericson kids and your hands are cold !!!!

season : four

song : strange brew , cream

date : 11th october 2021

note : my hands were v cold today so i came up with this

CLEMENTINE — after dinner one night, everyone would be sitting around a fire, beginning to play one of louis's various card games, and you and clem had sat down next to each other. the air was crisp and cold, and so were your hands. once everyone's cards had been handed out, you peeked at your own hand before placing them back, face-down on your lap. clem next to you smiled and reached out for one of your hands, which had been stuffed in a pocket. once her fingers trailed down to your palm, her eyes widened, pulling away with a chuckle. "holy shit, y/n, what got your hands so cold ??? "

VIOLET — you know how every couple has their thing ? yeah,, you and violet's thing would be going up to the bell tower, away from all the drama below, just basking in each other's presence and the stars or the sun. in colder months, you would still do so, but it became more difficult to stay static for long periods of time, no matter how much you wrapped up. i feel like violet probably has really cold hands by default ? so the two of you always hold hands and, even when your hands are cold, it doesn't really matter because you can just be cold together :>

LOUIS — omg louis is the type of person to overreact somehow when you notices your hands are frozen. you'll be hanging out, maybe on watch ( which was just an excuse to hang out lolol ) when he reaches out to take hold of your hand. he'd either shout out being like HOLY SHIT WHY ARE YOUR HANDS TO COLD orrr,,,,, he'll laugh and hug you really tight in an attempt to make you warmer ?? idk it probably doesn't work but it's the thought that counts </3

MITCH — knowing mitch, he'd probably tease you about it , but like really evilly. " lmao what did you do to make them so cold " bad example but still . he'd try to help though, like grab your hand or put it in his pocket or something and carry on doing what he was doing. if he notices they're still cold i feel like he would drop everything ( figuratively ) and sit down with you to warm them up , like sit down on the steps and just hold your hands whilst looking around non-chalantly. just know that if you bring it up later he'll def roll his eyes and be like " if you're going to be like this remind me not to help you out next time god damn "

AASIM — you'd be walking side by side, going wherever , when your hands do the thing. you know, the knuckles grazing over each other thing ,, it's really cute. but this time your hands are just so cold ?? so he flinches, but isn't sure what to do , like does he say something or,, ???? so, mustering up as much aasim courage he can, he grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers and everything. it would be cuter if he didn't have this straight face, beads of sweat falling down his face bc he's so scared that you're going to be uncomfortable

OMAR — whilst he's cooking dinner, you approach omar like shivering and stuff. mans already knows what's good , like he sees you straight away and tests how hot the steam coming off from the top of the pot is before taking your hands and holding them above it. probably forgets about dinner bc he's just happy in this moment with you, warming your hands over the cooking food , and even though his hands are pretty warm already too

MARLON — doesn't know where to stop with the teasing god help me. just in his office, hanging out on the mattress,, as you bring a hand up to wrap around him, one of your fingers brushes against his bare skin and he can't help but laugh. but after all the laughs and jokey comments he holds you close until you get warm ( and probably squeezes the air out of you on purpose for laughs ) and is bound to lend you his letterman jacket !!!

JAMES — the two of you would be sitting around a small fire, tired out after so much travelling over the past day, blending in with walkers and such. despite no calendars nearby, it was clear winter wad nearing ; leaves were beginning to fall off trees, the days were getting shorter ,, and you were absolutely freezing. it was nice to be sat in front of a warm fire, despite how small it really was , but you were still cold. leaning in to james, you took his hand. i can see him being really gentle with you, wrapping an arm around you whilst his other hand grasps yours. just very soft tbh ((:

[aangelinakii]

What are Marlon and Mitch’s reactions to calling them baby / babe?

ERICSON KIDS HEADCANONS

in which you call them babe

season : four

characters : mitch , marlon

song : colours , loona <3

date : 30th october 2021

note : sorry for the wait !!! <3

MITCH — no he gets so shy omds. if you do it in public his face will go bright x2 red and will be a mix of angry, embarrassed and shy about it ,, he's angry because he's shy about it, embarrassed because everyone can see how shy he is, and shy bc you. but when it's just you two, like in his or your room or something, he gets so soft,, i mean, he's still shy, but he's not embarrassed or angry about it now. he'll tackle you in a hug and bury his face into you and tell you how shy it makes him <3

MARLON — omg marlon is so cocky about it don't even,,,, no matter where you are he gets this smug smile on his face. when in public, he'll be like " yeah guys i just got called babe, what are you going to do about it ?? " and totally show you off. alone, however, he gets all affectionate and, as much smug he is, he's just really grateful for you. he's v v proud to be your babe

[aangelinakii]

I'LL TRY

in which you help javier clean up

season : three

character : javier garcia

song : i'll try , her's

warnings : description of injury, just like bruises and blood on the face (:

date : 18th october 2021

note : javi my love <3

finally, a moment out of the drama of richmond. as life moved in the streets, you and javier made your ways into the government building's medical room. javi sat down on a chair by the wall whilst you searched the cabinets for bandages and antiseptic; one thing good about richmond was that they had proper medical stuff, not just whatever scraps you could find that may help.

his face was really bad — bloody and bruised, cuts around his eyebrows and blood trickling from his nose. god... some brother david was. when javi'd told you about his brother, you expected one that started up arguments and such, not actual fights.

once you'd found all the supplies you'd need, you positioned yourself in front of javi, having brought a chair to sit opposite him. "holy shit, javi, what did he do to you?" you mumbled sharply as you rummaged through everything you'd found.

a soft chuckle escaped javier's lips, the air brushing your overgrown hair out of your eyes. you glanced up at him with a fake scowl. after twisting the cap off the antiseptic, you pulled a napkin from the medical pack and doused it in the germicide. without a warning, you pressed the damp cloth to the side of his head, which earned a flinch from javi.

after dabbing the antiseptic to javier's wounds, you went to bandage and plaster him up; wipe up the blood on his face, place butterfly stitches along the badder cuts. you were finished up quickly, but everything would take a while to heal. everything you didn't use, you packed away, placing them back in the respectful cupboards you'd found them.

"how you feeling?" you asked, searching the cabinets for the right department for the antiseptic.

behind you, javier shrugged. "as good as i can, you know? just found my brother after how many years and he beats me up— how am i supposed to feel?" he was definitely annoyed, you could tell that's how he felt. you turned back around to him, returning to your place opposite him.

"i get you," you replied plainly. "not the warm welcome you were hoping for."

javier nodded, staring down at his dirt-ridden shoes. "definitely." then he looked up, his cocoa bean eyes staring into yours. for the first time in the past few days, with everything going on, you could see him crack a smile; a small one, just appearing at the corner of his mouth, but it was definitely a smile.

and that was enough.

you leaned forward, a hand making its way to javi's less-bruised cheek. your lips mimicked his, pulling up into a smile. "there it is! i knew you could still smile."

that only caused his smile to grow into a grin. in times like this, any sliver of joy, you'd want to hold on to it — these days, everything was gloomy and filled with death. if one thing could make you smile it said millions of things. and javier had one of the most beautiful smiles, even though his lip was bust and bruised.

"and only you would be the one to make me smile so big," javi returned, his voice happy but distant. his eyes flickered down your face. tension rose in the room, a peculiar combination of happiness and admiration.

in unison, you and javi leaned forward, eyelids falling over eyes, and everything went black. your lips touched, light at first but with increasing pressure. the hand on javi's cheek was accompanied by another, more rough hand being placed on top, clasping it with gratitude and love.

after a moment – a long moment – the two of you pulled away. javier's eyes lingered on your lips a second more, but rose to meet your own. both smiles returned.

[aangelinakii]

hello <3 can you do season four ericson hcs with an s/o who makes plenty of suggestive jokes and innuendos, but they haven’t even actually kissed their s/o or held their hand yet because of how flustered and shy they actually are lol

ERICSON KIDS HEADCANONS

in which the ericson kids have a dirty-minded s / o who won't actually make any moves :O

characters : clementine , louis , violet , mitch , marlon , omar , aasim

song : el mañana , gorillaz

date : 26th october 2021

note : i hope this is what you asked for !!!!

CLEMENTINE — she's probably the type of person to roll her eyes at their remarks, when in reality she actually think they're really funny. when she first arrived at ericson, and you were constantly making " that's what she said " jokes and whatnot, she was kind of relieved to finally be out of a super serious atmosphere but she's always protecting aj from you. however, the first time she sees you alone, and she's speaking to you but you're not making any of your usual jokes, she's probably confused but doesn't question it. at dinner one of those nights, asks someone what the deal was, and it's just that you get nervous in group settings so you're always projecting yourself with jokes and such ( sort of similar to louis ig ) . after a few weeks of knowing each other, however, she surprises you with a confession ,, as in like a confession confession ,, and " i like you " confession. and tbh she's more surprised that you said yes ?? but when you're together in this relationship, you'll make moves in public, like always having your arm around her or linking your fingers , but as soon as it's just you two, you retract and prefer to just talk and stuff. long story short, she gets confused by it, but would prefer to just work up to that instead of just be like " hey why do you do this ???!!!!?! "

LOUIS — in this way, i think you and louis are really similar,,, big personalities on set, someone vulnerable underneath. it's kind of a race between who will make the first move, because you're both like ????? do i ????? what do i do ????? however, when you are alone together, you always do like competitions on who can make the most normal stuff sound really gross and dirty, and that's your way of bonding ? and then afterwards you go really deep and then it's like hey i really like you i don't want to mess things up </3 idk, you guys are cute , but also really annoying when you try to make stuff sound really dirty in front of everyone else

VIOLET — hmmm i wasn't really sure about violet, but i feel like she'd kind of switch around depending on the environment. when you're in public and you're making all these dirty and suggestive jokes, she gets all blushy and embarrassed and is like " stop that " but really like not actually telling you to stop ? however,,,,,, when it's just you guys in your room or whatever, and now you're the blushy one not initiating anything, and she's the one being like " do i make you nervous ? " bc she actually finds it amusing how you're just like aaaaaaaaaaa

MITCH — tbh i think mitch would probably act all annoyed at your dirty jokes, but secretly he's like damn ok. he's either all dismissive or something, like rolling his eyes , or kind of challenging you being like " okay are you going to do something about it ?? " . you never do something about it. however, he knows that you're shy and all so he doesn't actually do anything in return, he's actually surprisingly fine just going at your own, slow ( or whatever ) pace. sometimes mitch will get like really confident and then say something suggestive ish back but, again, won't act on it until you're both ready

MARLON — OMG NO MARLON IS LITERALLY THE TYPE TO BE LIKE " is that right ? " or " oh yeah ? " when you say something suggestive :| finds your dirty jokes really funny and always has his own jokes to tell. he loves to smother you with kisses and affection when it's just you two, but respects your boundaries if you feel like you're going too far. sometimes gets annoyed because he wants the relationship to progress and you're just taking it at two way different paces, but then he'll remind himself to consider it from your point of view and then is chill again. but secretly, he can't wait for you to do the things you talk about in your jokes...

OMAR — omar is def more of a giving the love kind of guy, but he can still appreciate a joke , even if it's on the dirtier side. might tell you to chill out from time to time if you're getting toooooo inappropriate lol , but overall finds your jokey side fun. even if he likes a good laugh, he definitely prefers your more vulnerable and calm side,,, omar definitely cherishes and prioritises time together just the two of you. he has no problems waiting for you to feel more comfortable doing coupley things, i think he's probably similar, but just in a way where he's like " i want to make sure i like this person fr and this person likes me fr before i can like devote myself to them fully "

AASIM — omg you make this man blush so hard, both with your suggestive jokes and utterly cute shyness. in public, you'll say something and wiggle your eyebrows at him and he just has to hide his face in his hands because whatever reason ( he def didn't just picture it in his head ) , but when it's just you two, he likes how he's sort of the more dominant one ? i feel like aasim probably feels like he's often spoken over or overlooked, so finally being the one that is able to say the confident and flustering things is a big ego boost for him, and he loves your reactions <3

[aangelinakii]

Sean with an s/o (I’d say preferably female if you think it’d come up, though I don’t know if it would) nervously coming out to him as bi and he’s kind of like “Oh… Yeah… Me too…” like he’s also been wanting to come out but was too nervous too >.< this is very much self indulgent hehe.

BEHIND THE MASK

in which you both come out

game : two

character : sean diaz

song : behind the mask , twice

warning : swearing ??

date : 11th november 2021

note : softsoftsoft <3

when you told him there was something you had to tell him, sean was shitting bricks. immediately, his mind went to the worst: you were breaking up with him for sure. he wondered what he could have done better.

did he hang out too much with his other friends? were you jealous of his relationship with lyla? did you dislike his family? was he not enough?

outside the diaz residence, you sat sean down on the patio to speak to him. it seemed that your hearts were racing in sync, minds running with thoughts of different genres.

"you're amazing, sean," you began slowly, placing your hands on his, which sat on his thighs. "and this isn't going to change how i feel about you, i just hope it doesn't change how you feel about me."

get on with it, the boy thought, gulping as if to push the words down his throat. if you were going to break up with him just at least do it quickly; maybe then you wouldn't be able to see him burst into tears, shrivelling up into a ball on his own front porch.

a breath brushed past your pursed lips, causing the dark hair over sean's eyes to flutter over his tan skin. "i'm bisexual," you admitted at last. your grip in sean's hands grew stronger. his expression was blank as he searched your eyes, and there was no way of telling what he was thinking. god, what were you thinking? maybe you shouldn't have told him — it wasn't a big deal anyway. it wasn't like he would've found out if you had kept your mouth closed.

finally, the boy opposite you let out an abrupt laugh, tearing through the fine spring air. but his expression wasn't a humorous one or anything. he pulled one of his hands out of your grip to place onto his chest and let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, whilst the other grew clammy.

"ay, dios mío," sean muttered under his breath, replacing his hand. "i thought you were breaking up with me! you have no idea how scared i was."

your agape mouth slowly closed, pulling into a smile. "so you're not mad?"

"mad?" he repeated. "god no! no, of course not. i—"

sean was about to say something else, but abruptly stopped, leaving you puzzled and curious for more.

"me too," he finished. as soon as he said this, his shoulders slumped, as if he were relaxing, as if a million worries flew off his back.

an eyebrow rose. "you what?"

sean shuffled closer to you, his hands moving up to take hold of your upper arms. "i am bisexual too."

in unison, your lips curled up into grateful smiles, and you latched onto each other in a tight embrace, swaying slowly. sean was so glad he could trust you, and you were so glad you could trust him.