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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year ago

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Rollo ttsum headcanons? 👀

THIS REMINDS ME 😭 I saw a really cute doujin of Rollo + his aide and VP running into a Rollo Tsum and then deciding to take care of it for the day…

Curiouser and Curiouser…

… It’s uncanny how closely the Tsum looks like Rollo. It even has a teeny-tiny ring (can that even be removed?????), a teeny-tint hat, and teeny-tiny dark circles under its eyes. Whoa, it even has a teeny-tiny handkerchief to hold to its nose when it feels totally disgusted! o.O

If you ask Rollo what his thoughts are on the Tsum, he’ll pull out the handkerchief and make a dismissive comment about how it’s such a meddlesome creature. (Rollo refuses to acknowledge that it is cute and that he’d fight anyone that hurt it, no matter how much he is pestered to confess.)

NBC Aide-kun and Vice President-kun instantly become massive fans of Tsum!Rollo--

It’s early to rise!! Before your alarm clock can wake you up, Tsum!Rollo is already crawling on your face and bouncing on your stomach, indicating that you should wake up right now. (… The sun hasn’t even risen yet.)

Despite looking sleep-deprived, Tsum!Rollo has a lot of energy—most of it being dedicated to being mad of its far larger peers. Sometimes its anger is so great that it vibrates intensely and radiates warmth like a little portable heater.

It likes to crawl into the folds of Rollo’s hat and stand vigilant as a self-appointed lookout. He scolds it and tells it not to, but it doesn’t listen—it only listens to its own set of self-righteous morals.

Tsum!Rollo likes sitting around in quiet, peaceful places not doing anything in particular but soaking up the ambience. Be careful where you step in the Mirror Chamber or the library, you just might accidentally squish the poor little thing!!

For some reason, animals love bullying Tsum!Rollo. The pigeons chase it around, peck at it, and steal its hat for sport. Lucius hisses when Tsum!Rollo is close. Even the usually behaved Hearslabyul hedgehogs and flamingos push the lil' bean around. Something about Tsum!Rollo is just so... bulliable...

It likes flowers; Tsum!Rollo can be seen waddling amongst them on sunny days. It has a fondness for red ones, sometimes picking them in its stubby little hands to pass off to Rollo. “I see that you can appreciate the finer things in life.” He accepts it with a small smile, but inside, he’s wearing a far more wicked grin.

Tsum!Rollo glares at other Tsums and people in general; it can’t talk, so it seems to stare judgmentally at others instead. If its SUPER upset, then it’ll approach with its tiny staff and smack you with it to demonstrate its anger.

The little guy’s so enthused about bells! Hand it a sleigh bell and Tsum!Rollo will happily (and aggressively) chime it all day. The incessant sound will be forever burned into your head.

It enjoys cleaning. Because Tsum!Rollo is so small, it can’t scrub down an entire room, but it sure as heck will try to!! It’ll ride its own little scrub brush around, giving the floors and dust a deep cleaning. If it's not careful, it’ll slip off and crash into the soapy bubbles, emerging as a fluffy white yeti. You can also find Tsum!Rollo polishing any metal it comes across and washing down stone statues (the gargoyles appreciate it).

Tsum!Rollo loves grapes! (Unfortunately, its size only allows for it to get full on a single one.) It hangs around like a dog begging for scraps as Rollo eats his lunch. When it comes down to the final grape, Rollo sighs and hands it over to the Tsum. It happily absorbs the orb right out of his fingers, leaving Rollo stunned and wondering how Tsums eat without a mouth. “It must be the devil’s design…”

It tries so hard to take notes using a quill. The feather, however, being as droopy as it is, keeps smacking Tsum!Rollo’s hat or face as it bobs up and down with each written letter. Tsum!Rollo preserves though—it wants to finish this doodle of a city on fire! (“… It has surprisingly violent thoughts,” Rollo notes. He quietly approves.)

Tsum!Rollo actively refuses to enter Diasomnia. If you try to take it to the mirror, it’ll squirm out of your grasp and dash away, hiding until it has emotionally cooled off.

If it spots Malleus in public, Tsum!Rollo puffs up like an aggressive cat and rushes to tackle him into submission. (The same goes for other boys that anger Tsum!Rollo enough, but most of his rage is dedicated to Malleus.)

When Tsum!Rollo uses his UM, it becomes a literal little fireball…!

Rollo uses his Tsum!self as a stress ball (which the Tsum doesn’t seem to mind for some reason). Sometimes it inflates to a much larger size and he buries his head into it to scream in frustration.

After a long day of shenanigans, Tsum!Rollo has tuckered itself out. It lulls off into a gentle sleep, swathed in the moon and the stars of Rollo’s full-sized handkerchief. “… Silly thing,” he murmurs, holding it close to his chest. “That you are able to live this burden-free existence is truly a blessing.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #Rollo Flamme #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #disney twisted wonderland #curiouser and curiouser #Rollo at the Writing Desk

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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An stressed and extremely explosive reader x Kinger, Caine and Ragatha. (The old hags trio haha) let me explain it to ya

Reader is always stressed because of they are pratically stuck in a digital world with (supossedly) no way out, so instead of freaking out and/or getting slowly insane, Reader is very agressive and explosive all the time.

Especially in IHA, because they have to bare the fact that they need to pass through "stressing" situation who sometimes could be a near-abstraction experience.

Everytime reader gets too stressed because of something, Reader explodes and they are screaming around or with the cause of the problem if its a person (AHEM, JAX-) and only calms down when they are stopped by others or when they spend some time alone.

Anyways i just basically wants to see how would they react seeing reader have something similar to female & male rage moment.

(if this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to ignore this request, and im very sorry for making you uncomfortable if thats the case).

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Caine, Kinger, and Ragatha w/ a reader who blows up!

WEEEE speed running this request before i have to pop my macarons into the oven eheheheheheh i think i might write itward stuff tonight but idk!! need me some ideas for itward stuff when in doubt for gifs use slime mmm mmm yummy

CAINE:

he can and he WILL put an immediate pause on the current IHA when he sees its making you really overwhelmed. he may even dismiss the entire event just to make sure youre okay; you mean so much to him and if youre getting this close to abstraction just from getting upset hes going to be there for you. i think it would actually make him tone down the intensity of IHAs , at least a little bit... he doesnt really know what qualifies as "too much" so please be patient with him!

makes sure to do everything he can to help; want him to go away? hes already launching himself to the other side of the grounds. need him to talk to you? hes going to be saying whatever you need him to say for as long as you need him to. very nice very silly i love him chews

RAGATHA:

similar to the other two she takes you off to the side, probably takes you to her room or yours and lets you work your own feelings out however you need to get them out. this isnt the first time youve have an outburst, but it doesnt make the glitching any less scary. tries to calm you down with her voice, giving you things to squish and mess with.. just as long as youre not hurting yourself she wont intervene with your method of calming down. very sweet about it. if youre anything like me, then youre probably going to be tired afterwards, and she will let you sleep. will crawl into bed with you if you want here around, if not shes going to respect that... if it was someone who riled you up shes going to make sure they get an earful, as well as keeps a closer eye on that person when theyre interacting with you because she doesnt want you to be this miserable all the time

KINGER:

nearly dies when he sees your body momentarily glitch, well at least as close as he can to dying in that moment. hes immediately rushing to you and talking a mile a minute trying to ask if youre okay, which admittedly probably makes you snap at him. overstimulation is one hell of a thing, but as long as you explain yourself and apologize when youre in a better place then its going to work itself out. kinger tries to take you off to the side, away from whatevr it is that was upsetting you. be it an IHA or another circus member, hes going to take you into his pillow fort and leave you be. he waits outside by its entrance, anxiously waiting for you to give him the go ahead to enter... very stressed out man he wants more than anything to comfort you and talk you through it but he knows you need alone time during times like this

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #ragatha x reader #kinger x reader

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lowcallyfruity · 7 months ago

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forgive me if this has been answered already, but do you have any sebek headcanons? thank you :)

EEK!!! I DO!!! I have a lot actually 😭😭😭 I loveee Sebek so I think about him a lot :3

Hcs under the cut <3

Okay ☝️ first we’re gonna start with my WOKE headcanons 😍

I hc Sebek as Uranic!!! (Simple but I like it :3)

I also HC him as Egyptian and Mexican!!!

He has Audhd (and a more recent hc of mine BPD and NPD)

😢😢 one thing about me is I have stim Hcs for my neurodivergent characters sooo yeah ummm I’m gonna share a few :3

Yelling and being loud is a stim but it’s also because he has bad impulse and volume control!

He grunts and coughs a lot and also grits his teeth

He has a lot of stims using his arms like clenching his fists, cracking knuckles, flapping his arms/hands (something he picked up from Malleus) and moving his arms a certain way

A lot of his stims include his mouth of arms/hands!

Most of his stims he keeps to himself, especially the ones that draw attention/are disruptive

He chews stuff A LOT. His pens are CHEWED UP. He finds it embarrassing but he can’t help it :(

He can get overstimulated easily, but sometimes it just depends.

When he’s overstimulated he tends to hit his head

He used to get overwhelmed and overstimulated somewhat easily and would start tearing up. When he entered NCR he decided he would stop doing that to be the best guard possible. He still tears up when overwhelmed and overstimulated but it’s rare and in like.. long extreme situations.

LOVES HUGGING AND SQUISHING/SQUEEZING. Gives bear hugs. Absolutely bone crushing hugs. His hugs could probably fix your back- or make it worse 😭

Has probably masked unknowingly, but it NEVER lasts.

Also has tics that tend to be triggered in cold weather. Occasionally warm weather.

Mostly motor tics like head jerking!

Normally tics then stims

Sebek is a very physical person. He LOVES hugging and doing anything with his body. He loves working out and moving and stimming because it keeps him happy. He just feels the need to be active or it feels like he’ll explode- he feels things very intensely and a lot of it stresses him out because his emotions are too strong and big to handle

Another thing is he’s terrified of kissing on the lips- Every time he tries to do it he gets scared and backs out- and if he does manages to kiss *insert person you ship him with* it doesn’t last- like. It only lasts 1 second and he immediately backs away because he just can’t take it 😭 not because he doesn’t enjoy it! It’s just he gets embarrassed and soemthing about it makes him really nervous

I think Sebek is half crocodile fae…so like… physically he’s a bit different… but not a lot compared to his mother or grandfather!! I think that he has teeth a bit similar to crocodile teeth! But because he’s still young they don’t look the same they do for his mom and stuff :3 (if that makes sense lol)

HE HYPERFIXATES ON ALL OF HIS FAVORITE PEOPLE/ CLOSE FRIENDS!!! I like to think he has hyperfixate on silver, Lilia, his mom, dad, grandpa,siblings etc. at points of his life.

On his parents when he was little, later Baal and when he met Lilia he hyperfixated on him, then silver. .. and basically it progresses like that.

Currently it’s malleus (obviously) but he is obsessed with other things, like culture and Lilia. But they’re not the biggest focus.

Oh he has loads of scars. Not only from him training and fighting, but because he loves running around! He has little scars and bruises on his legs and arms because of it :( accidentally hurting himself while having fun and running. A lot of times he wakes up with new ones too, it’s very confusing to him.

Sebek likes wearing funky weird little socks…. Like… I do think he wears formal white/black socks but he also has socks with patterns, matching ones, mismatched ones, colorful ones, ones with little patterns….

Eeek Sebek loves pink <3 and also likes yellows and reds but prefers pink he thinks the color is so cool and fascinating

OMG HE LOVESSSSS FLOWERS SO MUCH <33 he loves looking at them and collecting them! He has a secret book with a bunch of pressed flowers <3 he doesn’t know a lot about their meanings but he does really like them, and can identify some of them :3

His hair is wavy but also kind of nice to touch? He brushes it constantly so it ends up being somewhat soft

Whenever he loves someone or thinks someone is so super cool he will praise them so much <3 he is my hype man <3 he’s also very honest and pretty blunt so you can tell when he’s honest…

He likes making his own things :3 he loves doing hand crafted stuff….especially with like wood…. And plants…sometimes metal/iron. It’s kind of like a side hobby…..

He can’t handle too much spice- he can eat most spicy foods…

#💛! asks #SIGH I TALK ALOT #UM THIS IS ALL I CAN THINK OF RNNN #but there is probably more #but it’s okay ☝️#💛! anons

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lumine-no-hikari · 8 hours ago

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #338

Fwhoof. Today was a mega busy day. If I didn't have a habit of starting at the beginning, I wouldn't know what to talk about first.

Well, firstly, I decided to shower. I was cold, and I wanted to chill in a warm, quiet, dimly-lit place, and also I wanted to smell like my shampoo (it's chamomile and rose scented; I wonder if you'd like it). So I put on the night light and just... let myself be warm and relaxed for a while. And then I was struck by the way the light was hitting the water droplets on the shower curtain, so I took a picture...

I cut up ingredients to make gyros after that! Gyros, as a concept, come from a place in my world called Greece. They have a special kind of climate that is well-suited to growing all kinds of tasty stuff! Their cuisine makes lots of use of things like lemons and herbs and garlic and olives and cucumbers and sheep and goat cheeses, and... ohh... it's just so, so, so good...! 🤤

So... I started with a cucumber!

...You'll also notice a very curious Momma, who wants to examine the cucumber! She kept meowing at me, hahaha! By all means, do say hello!

Anyway, so you gotta cut up the cucumbers into little dicey bits. That's hard for me to do, since I've got the dyspraxia going on. But I have a little system I like to use. We start by cutting the cucumber in half along its length...

...The little seeds in there are kinda cool-looking, aren't they...?

So from there, you cut the halves into quarters, and the quarters into slices, and the slices into strips, and the strips into little tiny cubes, like this:

...And in the end, you're left with this:

Next, I peeled and cut an onion! I cut it using roughly the same method! One thing I will say is that when cutting onions, keeping the roots on helps the onion to avoid coming apart while you're cutting it!

...When I cut the onions like this, it leaves very little waste behind! These roots, along with the skins and the top, can go into my broth bag and be stuck in the freezer until I collect enough bones to make broth once more...!

Anyhoot! Next up is the tomatoes...

We can use the same method to cut these ones up! We just have to be a little careful with tomatoes, though, because they're very juicy and slippery, and they go squish easily:

And here's our nice bowl of cut veggies!

...Sephiroth... you know...? I think you could be really good at cooking. Like. I bet you could cut up all this stuff really fast. I bet you could even do it almost as quickly and efficiently as my father does...!! 🤩🤩🤩

...I kinda miss working in the kitchen with him sometimes. He would put on his music, and he has such a spontaneous, whimsical, and carefree attitude when it comes to making food (I wonder if you can see these lovely things within me, too...). But... ya know... these things... they don't erase all the other stuff. Like the fact that he refuses to take accountability for how his choices impacted my brother and I. He does not try to learn new mental and emotional skills, and so if I go near him, he's just gonna keep hurting me and denying that anything bad ever happened, ya know? And it sucks.

Well. Anyway. So here's what it looked like after I mixed it all up:

...So yummy!!!

Okay, so the next bit is to get out the tzatziki and the feta from the refrigerator:

...Tzatziki is a kind of sauce made of yogurt, cucumbers, garlic, lemon juice, and various herbs! Normally, I make my own tzatziki, but it's kind of labor intensive, and... I just didn't have the time and energy for all that. I'll show you how to make it some other time, though, so don't you worry about that! In the meantime, this kind looks like this:

As for the cheese, I get this imported kind instead of the usual kinds that are available, because this kind is made of sheep's milk, and the other kinds are made of cow's milk. And both kinds of milk are good to use, but I like the flavor of sheep's milk a little better! This kind comes in brine...

When we take it out, it looks like this...

...And we can cut it up into tiny cubes, exactly like how we did to the veggies:

I put it back into the container afterwards!!

From here, I put a pita into a bowl and then put some of the leftover lamb on it! Then I stuck it in the microwave to make it all nice and warm!

After it's all nice and warm, we put on all our cold toppings:

Delicious, no?

...Want a bite...?

I went to the house of my friends BB and N after that! We decided on a weekly “Get Stuff Done Day”, because both BB and N struggle significantly with their executive function, so... stuff doesn't get done. Poor object permanence, associated with autism, ADHD, and C-PTSD, can make people forget to call to make appointments and forget about household tasks that need doing. I'm there as a combination of body double, quasi-therapist, and relationship mediator.

So today, I was pleased to discover that BB had gone out and gotten a bunch of the stuff I had asked her to go out and get. And as a result, I was able to finish cleaning the toilets properly; they're practically sparkly now, and it should be easier for BB and N them to maintain the cleanliness of them on their own. Besides that, I helped them find a place to set up their toaster oven. I helped them work through some conflicts, helped them air grievances, and proposed solutions for said grievances. Then we came up with a to-do list for them to get done by the time I come by next week. After that, I started breaking down all the empty cardboard boxes in their garage, and putting them in the recycle bin where they belong. There are still quite a few more left to break down, but I'm confident that I'll be able to get it done next time I go!

J picked me up about 2 and a half hours later. He and I went to this “Speed Friending” event at a nearby library, and... basically, it's a bunch of nerds (I am proudly a nerd!) who pair up in a cyclical pattern and talk to each other for 4 minutes.

...I discovered that I am SPECTACULARLY bad at this, hahahaha!!! I've always been terrible not only at initiating conversations, but also at trying to decide which things I can say about myself that will actually be relevant to the other person. Sometimes, due to the object permanence issues I carry (thanks to the AuDHD plus C-PTSD), if I get nervous, I forget I even HAVE traits and interests to talk about!

It's really very funny! And thankfully, this group of folks seemed really forgiving. I eventually established a comfortable rhythm. I even came away from it with several phone numbers of people who potentially wanna keep hanging out! So that's pretty cool! And I found a really cool sticker while I was there, too!! Check it out!!

...It looks almost like the trees I weave, doesn't it? Because it's in roughly 3 sections...

On the way home, J informed me that he finished all of the pumpkin brownies while I was out - ate them all right up! And that makes sense; they really were some epic fucking brownies. I'll have to make more. J has requested a version of them that contains walnuts next time. If I'm not feeling like hot garbage, I might try to do that tomorrow. Admittedly, my muscles already ache a little from the scrubbing I did earlier; some of the stains really were very stubborn. And the ribs are a little pissed at the number of boxes I broke down with the box cutter. But we'll see. I'll take some ibuprofen before bed and hope that it helps!

If I do feel well enough to make more pumpkin brownies tomorrow, of course I will still have plenty of pumpkin puree leftover in the can that I'm not quite sure what I'll do with.

...Hey, Sephiroth...? What should I try making next, with the pumpkin puree...? I have the skills to make anything you want, so... would you tell me what you'd like me to try...?

…

...Well. It's getting pretty late. And I'm pretty tired, actually. I think I'm gonna try to go to bed sooner rather than later.

Hey. Do you see all the stuff I'm doing? Do you see all of the good I can do, despite how I was born and raised? Are you looking at all the ways I can be accepted by the people around me, even though I, myself, am anything but “normal”? Do you see all the ways I can build a wholesome, relaxing, nourishing, delicious time for myself, even though my life from before was very scary and sad?

...Sephiroth. You can have all these same things. And... you can have them even more quickly and effectively than I can. Because you've got a super smart and awesome brain, with a disciplined and flexible mind, and a body that actually works the way it's supposed to. You can learn the new mental and emotional skills needed to build this kind of life. You have the dexterity to cook yourself wholesome and amazing recipes. You are brave and adaptable and quick at learning. If I can build a normal life from the ashes of before... then you can do it. You can do all that, and then some. Someone like you, I'm sure, could even build houses, or grow a sprawling garden, or learn how to cook some of the best dishes known to your senses.

Sephiroth... when it comes to the dreams you had as a boy, there is nothing you cannot do. So please... Please try to have faith that you deserve it. Please try to believe that you can have nice things, that you can have safe and healthy connections with people who love you, and that you can build a wholesome and wonderful life for yourself.

Sephiroth. You can do it. I believe in you. And I will always believe in you, no matter what. So try really hard, okay? And if you need help, I'm right here. I'm just a message or a song or a shout or a stretch of the hand away. Always.

I love you, and I want you to come home, no matter what state you're in; if you're feeling tattered or torn or dented or scratched or bruised, it doesn't matter. We still want you to come home. We still want you for you. Okay? So please stay safe out there so that when this is all over, you can begin to heal alongside people who love you. We'll always be waiting, just for you.

I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

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little-fairy-forest · 2 years ago

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Hi! Hope ur having a great day <33

Congrats for reaching 1.5k followers! You deserve it

From your event, can I have the following things?

Shoto + Hurt/comfort + Private Balcony + Normal Au (or canon idk) + Tiramisu and Apple pie

Tysm for everything, take care 💗

Tiramisu : "stop smiling...it's making my chest hurt" "your in love (character)" "no I'm still in denial dumbass"

Apple pie : "touch *pronoun* and your dead!"

Shouto and y/n were the quiet couple. They never done over bearly pda or posted endless photos. Their relationship was more open behind closed doors, thats how they liked it.

It was very rare that the two would openly be affectionate with eachother, but today was different as shouto was livelier than usual. He must of had some good soba for lunch—

"Y/n would you like to go out for lunch tomorrow to that nice café by the park, it's meant to be sunny tomorrow" shouto says quietly to you as you both squish beside eachother to fit onto the small space left of the couch. The common room was full as everyone was hanging out. Either playing games, telling stories or watching something on the tv.

You and shouto - as always - found a small space for yourselfs to have a quiet conversation,

"I'd love to go, just once we're back before 4 so I can have a training session before dinner" you ask as you lean into Shouto's warmth,

"Of course, you make all the rules" shouto jokes with a soft smile on his lips as he teases you, you give him a slight shove as he was pressed against Midoriya who was on the other side of him explaining the lastest All Might documentary to whoever was listening

You just smiled softly at shouto, your love for shouto is so large you can't contain it sometimes. Even if the room is full of all of your close friends, you wanted to make sure shouto knew how much you cared for him.

As you leaned more into shouto your smile grew bigger, this small thing makes Shouto's heart flutter as if it was a buttterfly just getting it's wings. He has gotten use to this fuzzy feeling by now, he just never wants this feeling to stop.

"stop smiling...it's making my chest hurt"

Shouto says calmly as his cheeks begin to blush, another indicator that shouto was smitten

"your in love shouto" you say shyly as you've never said that big word in public yet‐ especially around soany people!

Behind close doors that big "L" word is used frequently in hushed manners, soft kisses usually follow along, paired with warm hugs

"no I'm still in denial dumbass"

Shouto says blankly as if it was more obvious then anything you were suggesting,

"Forgods sake shouto" you laugh at his antics once again, as smart as this boy may be.

He will forever suprise you with his words,

You start to nod of to the warmth and comfort you have come to peace with. The sounds of your classmates start to fizzle out as you drift off into a light slumber. You know shouto well enough that he will either carry you bsck to your bed to sneek past Aizawa to cuddle you in his, either way shouto has your best interest at heart.

Kaminari notices that your fast asleep snuggled against Todoroki. This devilish grin comes over the electric boys face,

"Don't do it" bakugo gruffs at the boy about to do somthing stupid– bakugou can sense when one of the idiots is up to no good

"Wha‐" Kaminari is shocked that bakugou would think he'd do something!

"Touch *pronoun* and your dead" shouto says with a cold bite to his words, the last thing he wants is for you to wake. Your just so cute snoozing away on his shoulder–

"I wouldn't dream of it roki', she's all yours" Kaminari tries sweep this under the rug as he can feel the intense glare from the two toned boy facing him.

Bakugou huffs in annoyance mumbling a quiet "told ya so" as he takes his phone out to check his socials, he would use the phrase "not my circus not my monkeys" but unfortunately Kaminari and the rest of the bakusquad are just as much his monkeys as it is his circus

"Just keep to yourself please and thank you, their tired" Todoroki huffs as he checks to make sure your still sound asleep, your little huffs of snores confirms his worries

As the class trickles out as one after the other get ready for bed, shouto hangs back abit a little long to let you sleep incase his movements wake you. He truly could stay like this forever, basquing in the comfort of a lovers presence.

#fairy 1.5k event 🍾#bnha #bnha imagines #little fairy forest #mha headcanons #mha fluff #mha x y/n #bnha headcanons #shouto todoroki #bnha todoroki #todoroki shouto #todoroki shouto x you #todoroki shouto x reader #bnha shouto

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artificialqueens · 2 years ago

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🎁 Game Night (UK4) for VioletSchiffer - Winter

SECRET QUEEN 2022 by @winterboxx, for VioletSchiffer

a/n: apologies for the late post but i hope my giftee enjoys, tried my best to make something silly and fluffy for you :)))

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“Oh you slag!” Danny shouted boisterously, Sminty looking at them smugly as they won another round, everyone snickering at the intense reaction.

“It’s not my fault you got hit by a blue shell, just get better.” She ducked as Danny threw a cushion her way, snickering at their dramatic reaction.

“Maybe we should play something else?” Dakota grimaced at the rowdiness of her friends, glancing to Cheddar for help, who just shrugged in response “I don’t know, I’m finding this pretty entertaining.” Starlet piped up, her smile enough to calm Dakota into a sense of amusement at the chaos unfolding in front of them. Getting everyone in a room with video games sure was a decision but she’d be lying if she said this wasn’t fun. It was loud, a bit hot with so many of them squished into the flat’s front room but she felt comfortable for the first time in years.

By the time she focused back on what was happening around her, Cheddar had convinced Danny to stop trying to beat Sminty after she’d won every game she’d played against them and passed one controller to Baby who seemed confident in their abilities and dangled the other in the air for whoever volunteered.

“Dakota, use your nerd skills to beat her!” Danny prodded the blonde’s shoulder, tossing her the controller from Cheddar’s hand. In an ideal world she would have caught it, not making a fool out of herself in front of her friends. Unfortunately not everything could be so perfect, the small controller smacking her in the face with a loud thwack. That caught everyone’s attention, great.

Starlet couldn’t hold back her laughter by Dakota’s side, getting gently elbowed in response for laughing and their misery. Danny looked half apologetic and half as if they were trying not to burst out laughing. Only Cheddar cared to actually inquire about how she felt.

“Are you okay?” They asked, crouching to the floor where Dakota sat and staring at her face as she covered it with one hand, the other picking up the joycon from where it had landed on the floor. “…That hurt.” Her muffled whine of a response was enough to crack the rest of Danny’s composure, bursting into a cacophony of laughter that soon spread around the room. “I can see that.”

“Sorry ‘kota, didn’t mean to hit you. Was kinda funny though.” She knew the apology was genuine but still, Dakota shot the most annoyed look she could muster at Danny before breaking into a grin. All seriousness gone within a second as the fun of the atmosphere got to her. This was new, feeling such comfort in a group of people even if she knew and liked all of them. A few months ago she wouldn’t have dreamed of being in a group larger than 5 and only then because she wanted to spend time with Starlet and just happened to be in the front room while the rest of her flatmates were.

Times like this were a good reminder, no matter how much things felt suffocating with exams and assignment after assignment at least going to uni gave her these people, no matter how obnoxious some of them could be, they were family now.

Dakota focused her attention back to the screen, deciding to avenge Danny just to irk Sminty. It was funny seeing her get riled up and super competitive, picking pink gold Peach like it would give her some innate advantage over the rest of them.

The first track was easy enough, the cheer Danny let out at her sniping Sminty out of first with a red shell made it hard to keep focus but she managed, placing first with Sminty second, Baby third and Cheddar somehow in 7th. They truly were an enigma sometimes.

“Kick her ass.” Starlet whispered into her ear as the results came in for the second track, a mirror of the previous one.

The streak continued onto the third track, Sminty getting more perturbed by the minute and Danny taking great joy in their retribution. Baby managed to outplace her that time, coming in second once again behind Dakota. Everyone had turned their attention to the screen by that point, enjoying the competition and the playful insults being thrown around, mostly Sminty unable to admit defeat. No one was surprised when she lost the fourth track but watching her huff when admitting to the loss was the fun part.

Even among all this chaos, she felt something bubbling up. A warmth that enveloped her whole being. Maybe this was what it was like to finally feel understood.

Maybe she wasn’t alone anymore, they all had each other in a mismatched chaotic little family. It felt right.

#rpdr fanfiction #rpdr uk #secret queen 2022 #aq fandom exchange #uk4 #found family #fluff #college au #dakota schiffer #sminty drop #cheddar gorgeous #baby queen #starlet #danny beard #for violetschiffer #winter

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starspatter · 2 years ago

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Heroes and Thieves, Ch. 20

Title: Heroes and Thieves Fandom/Universe: BTAS, pre/post-RotJ flashback

Summary: A story about second chances, healing, and having hope.

Rating: PG-13, for references to character death, child psychological torture and trauma.

Genre: Romance/Family/Friendship/Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 4,019 Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19

Also on ff.net and AO3.

Well my head is dead and my mind is fed up of all this stupid time That has dropped off the clock and I've avoided the knock From the monster that's been running my life He's ugly as hell and well, his heart is broken His eyes tell a tale with words unspoken He dreams of a day when he can honestly say he's alright

-This Love, “Free”

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Then.

“What do you mean you guys haven’t kissed yet?”

The end of December was drawing near, and they had just finished with first semester finals. The four of them trekked through fresh snow back to the dorms, Steph and Cass taking the lead while Conner and Tim tailed behind, the latter lingering a distance so as not to let the girls overhear their conversation. Tim watched as the blonde in front of him stretched her arms to the air, blissfully exclaiming: “Ahh freedom at last~” before anxiously asking her friend what she got on one of the more difficult Physics questions.

“It just… hasn’t really come up… We’ve been studying so much since then, there’s never been a good time…”

Conner shook his head.

“Dude, that’s no excuse. You gotta keep her satisfied if you plan to hold onto her past holiday break. Sometimes you just gotta go for these things, man.” He paused, clapping a hand on his companion’s shoulder as he suggestively leaned in closer. “Listen, Christmas is coming; that means mistletoe season. It’s a prime opportunity. If you want, I can totally set something up for you two…”

“I don’t need your assistance.”

Although Tim scoffed at his roomie’s waggling eyebrows, the worry of not measuring up to expectations had been weighing substantially on him over the past few weeks. Dick kept trying to push him to be more assertive as well, and had even insisted on lending him a collection of certain kinds of “magazines” as “reference material”…

“Hey, what are you boys whispering about back there?”

Stephanie had swiveled around and approached the pair, suspicious of Conner’s smirk and Tim’s evidently embarrassed expression.

“You wouldn’t be bullying my boyfriend, now would you?”

She wrapped herself protectively – possessively – around Tim, who bloomed an intense shade of pink at suddenly finding himself being fought over.

“Me? A bully? Wherever would you get that idea?”

Conner whistled innocently, while Cassandra observed the three in silence. Tim shot her a pleading look to get him out of this predicament, thinking “free me” as hard as he could, but she simply smiled slightly. Damnit, was she actually amused by his humiliation?

“Tim, don’t listen to what that mean ol’ brute says.” Steph squished her mortified prize tightly, magnifying his discomfiture further as she stuck her tongue out at her opponent, who huffed in indignation.

“Please, if I were actually a bully, I’d do something like this.”

Without warning, he stooped to scoop up a clump of crystal flakes, flinging the freezing projectile at Stephanie, who screeched and released in order to defend herself.

“Why you-”

She laughed like a shriek as she shivered and shook the ice shavings out of her mane, crouching to collect ammo herself. Packing heat – or rather coldness in this case – as she launched a quick counterattack. They began pelting each other gleefully with polar pellets, while Tim spectated uncertainly, wavering whether to break the battle up… Until a wayward missile errantly missed its mark, instead splatting straight onto his face.

“…Ah.”

The combatants immobilized, glancing in nervous remorse at the unintended casualty, who stood there in complete shock for a moment. Stephanie instantly flashed back to the water gun incident, and gulped apprehensively, afraid they might’ve made another mistake. (At least she wasn’t entirely the one to blame this time.)

As before, Tim wordlessly wiped the wetness dripping down his cheek – before calmly bending down and gathering a lump to lob right back at his assailant. Conner yelped as the unanticipated retaliation caught him by surprise, while Steph burst into an excited beam.

“Boo-yah! Tim’s on my team!”

She eagerly declared as she aided her partner in an aggressive revenge, ruthlessly ganging up on their target as he raised his hands in a desperate attempt to shield himself.

“Hey, no fair! Cass, help me!”

Fair? They were up against a superhuman and a psychic, Tim privately thought to himself. Although to be fair, Cassandra denied the other’s turn to beg for mercy, merely casting a lolling glimpse that quite plainly said: “You brought this on yourself, mister. Now deal with the consequences.” …As she simply sidestepped any stray shrapnel without choosing sides.

As they clobbered each other with clods of frost, people stopped and gawked at the infamous group of so-called “freaks” playing enthusiastically like little kids in the courtyard, but none of said shunned subjects even cared, too engrossed in their game to pay patronizing passersby any heed. Tim could sense his self-consciousness slipping away as he pitched and dodged, slipping back into old practiced habits of evading punches and bullets. The exhilaration he felt now was perhaps even more fulfilling though, without real risk of legitimate danger to his life or others’. …When he witnessed Steph was right in the path of a sizeable snowball’s trajectory though, he dove on instinct, tackling directly to the ground.

He blinked as they abruptly found their features so very near to each other, flushed and respiring heavily from combined adrenaline and chill. Rapidly beating hearts and heat of their bodies connecting through thick sugarcoated layers. He could distinguish individual flecks of powder from the fluffy pile they had landed on dusting her long lashes as they fluttered up at her “hero”, feathery and fair. Complexion as rosy as her lips, waiting with bated breath. Tim swallowed, before hastily rolling off.

“S- sorry.”

Stephanie sighed at the release of pressure, flopping back in familiar disappointment. She soon started giggling though, and before long Tim joined her as they took a timeout to just lie there laughing for a minute. …And maybe after a while he’s laughing a little too loud and too long, but by God it felt good to let his happiness out uninhibited like this, after so many years of holding himself back. He couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fun.

As soon as the chuckles subsided and they sat up though, Stephanie was startled by a sudden smack to her temple. At first they both assumed it was a signal of resuming the bout, but for some reason the assault seemed a lot harsher and more painful than before.

“Ow!”

She cringed on contact. Tim’s pupils widened when he saw scarlet seeping down her forehead, staining the rich white beneath them. …Where a rock jutted out from the bank.

“Steph, you’re – you’re bleeding…”

She touched a finger to her brow in disbelief, stunned to discover drops of crimson come off on her tip. Tim spun around towards Conner, who immediately denied any involvement, shaking his head in equal horror.

“Tim, I swear to God, bud, it wasn’t me.”

Tim swerved and glared angrily at their surroundings, as every member in the audience awkwardly averted their gaze. He grabbed the stone and stood up, grip so severe it stabbed into his own flesh.

“Who the fuck threw that?!”

He shouted at a volume high enough for the entire yard to hear, likely disturbing some of the classes where students were still testing as well. He didn’t give a shit about that though, seething to the core. Doubt darted in every whispering, snickering direction, until his vision landed on their other comrade, who remained oddly mute even in this situation. His perception narrowed. She didn’t look guilty per se (and he refused to believe she would ever dare renege on her pledge to never do anything to harm Steph), but something about her shifty, shrinking appearance told him she was definitely hiding something.

“…You know who did it, don’t you? You can tell.”

Cassandra bit her lip, declining to answer. Tim stalked towards her, seizing her shoulders roughly as he demanded a response.

“Tell me who it was – right now.”

“I…”

She winced at the strength of his clutch, cowering under his looming fury. Conner’s own lion rage awakened as he lunged forth to fasten around Tim’s wrist like a vice, violently pulling him away with a far greater force.

“Oi, get away from her!” He barked as he twisted Tim around, locking both limbs in a firm hold. “You need to cool it.”

Tim’s view darkened with a grim pall, as he lowered to avoid meeting the larger male’s lecturing look.

“Let go of me, Conner.”

He growled, glowering defiantly.

“And what’ll you do if I release you? Supposing you do find out the culprit?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Tim’s irises flared dangerously. “I’ll beat ‘em to a bloody pulp.”

“And then what? Get your ass suspended again? Kicked out? Lose your scholarship?” Conner hissed in a cruel, but concerned tone. “Stop and think for a damn second, will you?”

Tim scowled, but eventually his fist uncoiled. Conner loosened a little, relaxing as Tim’s appendage obediently descended. Stephanie spoke up softly.

“It’s all right, guys. I’m okay, really…”

There was liquid leaking through her cupped palm though, and Tim bristled again, but Conner clamped him down, resolutely shaking his head.

“Let it go, Tim. Let’s just get her to the infirmary.”

Conner offered his hand to help her up, while Tim looked on uselessly. He eluded Steph’s perspective as he stuffed his own empty paws into his pockets.

“You guys go on ahead,” he muttered. “I’m gonna… go cool off.”

“Tim? Wait, where are you going?”

Stephanie strove to stop him, struggling against Conner’s support, but Tim had already taken off, escaping towards the dormitories. When he reached his room, he slumped against the entry, sinking to the floor with his own cranium cradled in his hands. Reflecting back on his confrontation with Cassandra, for even though she hadn’t acknowledged anything aloud, he could still hear the reluctant reply resounding inside his brain:

…They had been aiming for you.

“Goddamnit!”

He revolved and pounded his knuckles into the wall, not caring if he caused any damage to either it or himself. Another voice murmured mildly beside his ear, smooth and satiated by the display of outright hostility. Insanity. Delightedly feeding on such delicious despair and self-loathing.

Now you see what happens when you get close to others? Let this be a lesson to you, JJ. Don’t you get it? You’re a blight, diseased. A dirty, perverted curse that contaminates, taints every single thing you touch – nothing but a burden, who brings suffering to everyone around you. A monster just like me.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Head.”

Tim screamed as he slammed his skull against the partition to try and get it to shut up, and when that didn’t work, he hurled himself onto the bed, trying to cover his crown with the pillow. Of course it didn’t succeed in suppressing the scalding speech either though, slowly consuming, corroding his corrupted soul from the inside out.

You’re toxic. Don’t forget that. Your existence is poison – pure and simple. I’m the only one who can withstand it. You don’t need them. Nor do you belong with them. Come back to me, my darling. Daddy will make it all better, I promise…

“Leave. Me. ALONE!”

Tim yelled at the top of his lungs as he chucked the cushion at his hallucination, who only hovered out of the way and cackled. The boy buried his visage into the sheets, smothering his polluted presence, shoulders shuddering as he began to laugh like crazy again – until he cried.

…

Some time later, he heard a knock on the door as it creaked open cautiously. He didn’t elevate to look, but he knew Conner was standing there, taking in the pathetic sight of his flatmate flat on the mattress.

“Yo.”

He entered, closing the access behind him as he crossed over and sat down gently next to Tim. After an uncomfortable gap, he cleared his throat.

“Cass reported the one who did it to the dean. They won’t be coming back after break. …She told me what happened. It’s not your fault, man.”

“The hell it isn’t.”

Tim spat as he flipped over, sleeve still shrouding his inflamed eyes. At length he removed a fraction of fabric though to peek at the other boy’s back, inquiring fretfully:

“…How is she?”

“They’re treating her at the nurse’s office. It’s not as bad as it looks. She’ll be fine,” Conner reassured. “She kept asking after you though. She’s worried about you, bro. …We all are.”

Tim said nothing, scrutinizing the ceiling.

“She wants to see you.”

“I don’t… deserve to see her.” Tim choked, eyes welling up again. “How can I face her like this?”

Conner’s countenance soured as he started to lose patience, resorting to somewhat stricter tactics in an effort to snap him out of it.

“Stop being a selfish prick. This isn’t about you. It’s about what she needs. And right now she needs you. So stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself, get the fuck up, and go see your goddamn girlfriend before I fucking kick your ass.”

He snatched Tim’s collar as he said this, in order to prove he would make good on the threat if necessary, hoisting the sagging sad sack up and half-heaving him towards the exit.

“I’ll help you get started on packing, so go. And don’t come back until you’ve apologized for leaving her alone.”

With that, he swung the doorway shut, bolting it determinedly behind Tim, who stood there dumbfounded in the hall as curious onlookers halted their own parting proceedings to goggle at him, gossiping in a susurrant hush. Shuffling sheepishly, he complied to abide by the directive for now, advancing in the direction of the health center (recalling its location from when he himself had to be carried there following his “fainting spell”).

When he arrived at the entrance, he waffled for a long while, inhaling deeply before finally rotating the handle. The clinical smell that greeted him made his stomach sick at first, but he shoved revulsion down and quietly asked the receptionist on staff as to the whereabouts of the patient he was seeking. She smiled and pointed him towards a curtain in the rear. Upon lifting it back, he encountered Stephanie propped up on a cot, dome swathed in bandages in a manner that rather resembled his own injured image shortly after they first “met”. She relieved visibly upon recognizing the visitor.

“Tim! Thank God you’re here. I was beginning to get bored out of my friggin’ mind. Can you believe they’re making me stay in a bed while they run some tests? It’s just a tiny cut, c’mon. Plus it’s the last day of school before winter vacation. We should be out celebrating right now.”

She bounced restlessly on the bedding, as Tim absorbed the ruby dye soaking through her dressing. He clenched his fist in crushing shame and repentance.

“I think… maybe we should stop seeing each other.”

She stiffened sharply, fixing him with a flabbergasted gape.

“…What? Just now, that was… a joke, right? You’re not serious?”

He regarded her with a grave grimace. Confusion and dejection distressed her chest at such curt rejection.

“Tim Drake, are you actually breaking up with me?”

“Yes. Let’s break up.”

There was zero emotion in his tenor, as her own lips quivered, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

“But… But why?”

Tim exhaled as he spouted was probably the most cliché line in the history of bad breakups, but he didn’t really care about circumventing social pitfalls right now.

“It’s not you, it’s me. I mean it. Nothing… good can come of being with me. I’ll only end up dragging you down.”

“Tim, don’t say that…”

“You got hurt because of me. Besides, I… can’t do anything to make you happy. Believe me, you’d be a whole lot better off without me in your life.”

“Tim…”

She tried to extend towards his hand, but he backed away.

“I’m sorry.”

He turned and fled before she could react, leaving her bewildered and brokenhearted beyond belief. His own breast ached as it felt like something within him had shattered – shred into pieces once again. Whatever light had been reignited was now eclipsed, extinguished by his own hand. He should have known better, never tried to chase it in the first place. Having been burned once before, only an utter fool would run right back into the flames.

…This is for the best.

For both of them.

…

It didn’t take long for Tim to realize he couldn’t well return to the residence hall without invoking his roommate’s wrath, so he was stuck outside for the time being. Wandering back to the quad, he massaged his mitts together and blew out a puff of condensation, briefly wishing he still had some actual smokes on him right now.

Parking himself beneath the shadow of a barren tree, he idly surveyed the scene of classmates bidding goodbye before heading home for the holidays. Some were being picked up by their parents, and his intestines constricted a tad more as the swarm of “normies” joyfully received their relatives whom they hadn’t seen in so long with hugs and ecstatic chatter. He felt filthy – a black and ugly beetle, insignificant insect – petty and out of place compared to these bright, carefree families. So Hallmark picture-perfect against a pristine postcard background, shining silver and gold.

Acquiring a fallen branch, he started to scratch absently at the slush, doodling a nostalgic depiction in the dirt. Gradually, the symbol of a bat took shape – and beside it, a crude carving of two beings in capes – one big, one small. He stared sullenly at the sketch for a minute, before striking the stick simultaneously through both stick figures’ axes in an “X”.

“Tim?”

He jumped, and hurriedly scraped over the rest of the illustration with his heel as he whirled around to face his… well, he supposed “ex” would indeed be the proper term to describe her now.

“Steph? What are you doing here?”

“I managed to convince them to let me go. Wanted to catch you before you left at least.”

She fumbled with a parcel in her hands.

“I know it’s kinda early, but… I wanted to give you your Christmas present. Didn’t want it to just go to waste, after I worked so hard on it and all.”

She fished inside the bag, and retrieved a folded red scarf. It looked a little lumpy and misshapen, clearly clumsily homemade rather than a commercial product.

“Mom’s been teaching me how to knit. It’s my first time making one, so it’s not very good, but I hope you’ll still wear it, and… think of me sometimes. I guess now you could consider it something to remember me by?”

Tim remained reticent as she unraveled the muffler and draped it around his nape, tucking it tenderly so it was snug. She reviewed her handiwork, nodding in admiring approval.

“As I thought. You look good in red.”

Tim tugged the textile, fingering each fiber that was filled with such fondness – feeling his own thawing heartstrings being tugged at – torn.

“Why… would you go to all this trouble – for someone like me?”

She smiled.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s because I love you.”

…

“Eh?”

It took a bit for the statement to sink in, and the cloth’s color seemed to creep up his mug as the significance of the confession belatedly registered. She took his trembling skin in hers, keeping it cozy as his now cherished neck was.

“Plus I wanted to pay you back for letting me borrow your jacket,” she half-kidded, concealing her own blush behind blithe humor.

He shook his head.

“This is… too good for me. You’re too good for me. You shouldn’t have wasted your time…”

“Tim, how many times do I have to tell you?” She squeezed his palm, praying he’d actually listen to – believe her for once. Believe in himself. “You’re so much better than you think you are. You’re kind, sweet, and caring – you’re not like any other guy I’ve dated before. I like you for you, no matter what you or anyone else says. If other people can’t see that, then to hell with all of them.”

He held her resolve for a long interval, before shyly expressing regret over his actions.

“Steph, I-”

She put a pointer to his lips before he could progress.

“Sh. You’re forgiven. Now let us never speak of splitting up over something minor like this again.”

Softening, she added:

“As for what I said before, you don’t need to answer me back right away. We don’t have to rush into anything if you’re not ready for it yet. I’m happy so long as you’re happy. As long as we’re together, that’s good enough for me.”

She boosted onto her boots’ toes to provide him an affectionate side-peck, sniggering as his cherry virtue exposed further at the gesture. Yup, red really was his hue, it seemed. …It suited him (more than he’d ever care – dare – to admit).

She started to separate, but he grasped back, bowing profoundly towards her as if to an angel.

“What… did I ever do to deserve you?”

He beseeched sincerely for a sign – that it was really okay for him to accept this much adoration from someone.

“Who knows,” she teased with a smug shrug, basking indulgently in flattering worship as she winked. “Maybe it’s karma from a past life or something.”

Patting his hair like a puppy, she dotingly brushed off some sunken pearl beads from the strands – like a laurel of tinsel to match her own heavenly halo; planting another precious token on top in pardoned blessing – a starry seraph ornament – before bidding him rise. As they strolled back to the quarters together, limbs still linked together in open broadcast of their bond, Steph piped up with another proposal.

“By the way, I wanted to ask you something else: I was wondering… Do you want to come spend Christmas at my place? I already invited Cass to stay overnight on Christmas Eve, and Conner said he’d come too if you would. Can you imagine it, both of them said they don’t have any plans this year, and that their folks were out of town. I mean, what’s up with that?” She shook her head. “Christmas is supposed to be a time for people to spend together. No one should have to be alone during the holidays.”

For the fleetest of seconds, an impression intruded on Tim’s conscience; of a solitary man holed up all by himself in a huge, vacant manor atop an isolated hill, hunched by the fireplace with a glass of brandy in hand, longing wistfully at his mother’s and father’s memorial portrait overlooking the mantle. He urged it aside though, and smiled appreciatively at the offer.

“I’d love to.” A nagging notion occurred however, as he agonized over accommodations on her behalf. “…Can your house really fit that many people though?”

She put on a persevering aura, pumping her fist.

“We’ll make it work somehow. Worst comes to worst, we’ll just have to share some beds.”

He arrested in alarm at what she just said, as the implications dawned on both of them. Steph swiftly endeavored to clarify, flailing and failing miserably.

“Uh, I mean, Cass and I can share a bed, of course! I wasn’t insinuating anything else by it…”

The tables had reversed now as Tim snorted at her chagrin, and she grinned as well, goading his arm. Clinging around it, she nuzzled up intimately against his shoulder, both marveling at the broad sky as it started to shed sparkling glitter again. Safely cocooned by both her company and the gift she had granted him, there was no space left for someone else to come between; waking, walking nightmare to worm its way into his warmed spirit.

…And, for the first time in a long time, what he feels isn’t fear anymore – at allowing a new stranger into his narrowly confined world once again. Chip through frigid barriers and sculpture’s solid shell in order to stir up the dormant globe – revive its stalled clock, frozen in stasis for so long. Finally melting an age of presumed permafrost; nudging, encouraging cold feet to steadily begin moving forward again.

…

It’s hope.

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Well keep it in mind I'm not as stable or able To use all my guts and turn over the tables Or open the door and stare the monster between the eyes But the times have turned and burned a hole in this heart Confronted the face of what tore my life apart And I'll start by living every moment like it was my last

#TimSteph #Tim Drake #Timmy Todd #Stephanie Brown #Conner Kent #Cassandra Cain #Batman the Animated Series #Batman Beyond #DCAU #Return of the Joker #fanfiction #starstories #Merry Christmas <3 #anyone who knows what the red scarf is in reference to gets a cookie~

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years ago

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Little Things OP Men Do To Their S/O (SFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law

CW: Not much(?), It’s a bit suggestive at Sanji’s (surprise surprise) but it’s not descriptive or lewd.

Luffy

Okay this is pretty specific and I said this in one Ace HC but Luffy enjoys punching your butt, lmao. Like your back could be facing him and Luffy would come up behind you and ask you mindless things while punching the cup of your butt. It doesn’t hurt but it’s funny and cute to you.

Speaking of touching Luffy will squish the fatty parts of your body if you’re beside him. He doesn’t take notice when he touches you it’s just a reflex and form of comfort to him to feel you.

You’re the first person he grabs with his stretchy arms when he is about to catapult towards the Sunny/Merry. Just like Nami he wraps his arms around you a few times before grabbing anybody else

He has a lot of inside jokes with you and you alone. You both can have a whole conversation based on nothing but references and those jokes only you both understand.

He holds your hand when walking together. It’s very similar to how a kid drags their parent to show them something and if you can’t keep up he just slings you over his shoulder.

He places his hat on your head alot. When you need shade, when you’re sitting, eating, napping, doesn’t matter he love putting his hat on you

Zoro

He holds your hand, waist, and thighs. Similar to Luffy your touch is a form of comfort.

Zoro looks directly in your eyes when you speak. If you can’t handle eye contact he does it on purpose to make you fluster but if you can handle his intense gaze it encourages him to do it more

He mocks you when you misspeak. It sounds annoying but it’s really funny because he changes his voice to high pitched you end up laughing instead of being mad

He places you on his thigh or lap when you sit together. You don’t remember the last time you actually sat NEXT to Zoro, he just immediately throws you on his lap

You lay on his back when he does push ups. You recommended to do it once as a joke to annoy him but your extra weight helped him. Granted he could be a bit better with how he asks you: “Y/N, I need your extra weight on my back.”

He plays in your hair. This man looks like a damn monkey the way he gets so invested in taking out any knots or kinks you may have in your hair. He even has the nerve to get mad when you move

His voice is …I’m not sure how to describe it but he says your name completely different from how he says anybody else’s. It’s mostly calmer and it will always get your attention.

Sanji

He plays with your fingers. Many times when you both are talking and carrying on he’ll intertwine his fingers with yours or even play with your nails as you both talk. It usually ends with him kissing your knuckles and holding your hand the rest of the conversation

He adjusts your clothes/hair. You do the same with him, but when he does it it’s very quick and simple. For example if the wind could be blowing too harshly and Sanji will immediately hold down your hair with his hands and fluff your curls/smooth your hair back to normal

He stare at your lips when you speak. Your voice is already beautiful to him so when he pay attention to your pretty lips it sometimes makes you flustered, but really he just wants to kiss you.

He almost never says your real name. It’s always “Angel, Sweetheart, Mademoiselle, or Love”. You’re the only woman he speaks that way too.

He lets you light his cigarettes. He tends to lose his lighter or it runs out so you started to carry your own for him. His heart skips a beat seeing your focused eyes light him up.

When you both are sleeping his hands are always in your shirt giving your breast loving squeezes. It was him being a pervert at first but now it’s completely almost innocent.

Ace

Just like his Baby to YOURE always wearing his hat or necklace. You just look hotter with it on

His arm is always drapped over you. If he sees you he will come over and just do it out of habit. You never push him away even though his body sometimes is too damn hot for comfort.

He kisses your forehead many times in a day. Before he leaves, when he comes back, as he is walking by. He just loves doing it

“Baby” & “Babe” is his go to’s when calling out to you. You’re his first love so he gets a little bit of pride being able to see how you look back at him across the ship when he calls out to you

When he is feeling pouty he snuggles you and leans his whole body weight on you. You almost fell the first time but now you’re prepared to carry this 6ft man when he’s in a mood.

Law

You’re always the first person he looks for when he walks in a room. His eyes will always automatically wander until he spots your figure and does a sly smirk. He doesn’t know when it started but he has no complains

He likes spending quiet time with you. He’ll have you in his office/room as he does paper work and study while you do your own thing. He just enjoys your presence.

He stares at you A LOT. He enjoys watching you talk, laugh, do chores, whatever it may be he loves cute things and you are most definitely one of them.

Okay so when he wants to read on his bed he enjoys having you lay on your back against his chest with one of his arms drapped under your breast tracing circles on your skin. Similar to Sanji he uses your breast as a stress ball.

He always makes sure you eat/take vitamins. Yes that is the doctor in him but ever since you both got together it’s been one of his top priorities to keep you healthy and safe.

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bratz-kitten · 3 years ago

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS [part 5]

— people with jupiter in the 8th may experience an “abundance” of traumatic experiences throughout life, often relating to death; these are the people who truly feel like everyone they love ends up dying. at their worst, they can become desensitized to death— jupiter is ruled by sagittarius, a sign known for being in denial when in difficult situations in favor of optimism. these natives can pretend like nothing actually happened, or minimize the situation in their head so that they don’t have to face it.

— okay this might be a weird one... like, you know in asoiaf when arya was walking through the streets and was always like “i’m as quiet as a shadow”? that’s literally the energy of someone with planets in the 12th house/chart ruler in the 12th house. these people are so stealthy. they’re able to move so quietly and without anyone noticing, both literally and figuratively. on one hand, they’re very quiet about their plans and ambitions to the point where other people only find out when they’re achieving success over it; on the other hand, they just. don’t like making noise while walking idk bitch you’ll only see me coming when i’m right beside you, i even get paranoid that i’m breathing too loud and that other people will hear

— people with moon aspecting mars can be incredibly impulsive when they feel hurt or triggered. yall need to be careful with doing things in the heat of the moment that you know you’ll regret later... but in the moment, you feel so hurt that it clouds your rational side. please be more self-aware about this because you may make decisions that will directly affect you for the worse in the future

— people with leo mars ft. constantly asking you for pictures... about anything. they just wanna SEE LMFAO THEY DON’T CARE WHAT IT IS THEY’RE SEEING. you just got ready to go out? “send pics of your makeup and your full outfit”. you’re waiting in a long boring line to get the covid vaccine? “send pics of the line”. your mom baked cake? “send pics of the cake”. plus they send so many random pictures while texting, it’s their special love language

— having moon conjunct moon/venus in synastry feels insane. you tell them something you’ve been through, and they’re immediately like “that happened with me as well.” it doesn’t even have to be something grand, sometimes just very specific things you thought were particular about you. the amount of understanding that comes with this aspect in synastry can feel very new and intense especially if you’re used to seeing yourself as the “odd one out”, used to feeling isolated in your experiences

— people with pluto in the 1st house often feel the need to erase “traces” of their existence, for example deleting messages that they sent people, deleting all of their social media posts. they can feel anxious and paranoid about other people having access to their past self, even if the past self in question is from, like. a week ago

— people with chiron in the water houses (4th/8th/12th) might’ve suffered bullying to the point where they repress their memories. a lot of their memories of their school years may feel foggy if they were bullied in those years

— also. people with chiron in the 8th house may feel as though they’ve been punished for wanting to experience intimacy. it’s like, the people who were supposed to be the closest to them – for example, their sibling or something – were the ones who hurt them the most.

— people with mercury-neptune aspects and strong pisces/neptune energy in their birth chart might struggle with only remembering things when they’re right in front of them. you should keep things in your peripheral vision to remind you of reality, especially when it comes to feelings— so that you won’t start getting lost inside your own head. like... keep the letters your friends wrote you by your bedside table so you can read them every time your brain starts convincing you that you’re not loved. keep the gifts you’ve been sent on display in your bedroom wall, or sentimental material things that remind you of past happy experiences.

— earth placements and their thing for asmr... omfg. it’s like they’re always looking for things to up their sensory experience/sensitivity. like, earth signs are the ones most connected to worldly experiences so they feel so soothed with the whole asmr experience: just hearing someone gently whispering or tapping on/scratching things calms them down and helps them fall asleep. they love the tingles it’s heaven for them

— moon-saturn aspects might hold and caress themselves while they sleep because their parents never did. yes i woke up and chose violence <3 your secret is NOT safe with me 💋

— while we’re on the topic of sleeping, a majority of the pisces moons i know need to sleep while hugging something, at least a pillow. they can’t just not hug something while they sleep, it’s very instinctive for them. anyways if any pisces moon needs a pillow to hold, i volunteer as tribute 💋

— virgo placements feel sososo soothed by hearing their cats purr. thinking about how my virgo placement friends are always the ones who send me videos of them petting their cats... and then i get soothed by how soothed they feel. it’s a win win situation, if you have virgo placements it’s hereby your duty to send me a video of you petting your cat while they purr. right now. GO

— people with gemini in the 3rd house might have shaky movements of the hands when other people look at them doing things. very specific i know but the third house rules hands and gemini is a sign that has somewhat of an anxious, twitchy quality to it. on the other hand, people with capricorn in the 3rd house (scorpio risings, using whole signs) have the steadiest hands i’ve ever seen lol their movements ooze confidence, these bitches know how to make you feel as thought they know exactly what they’re doing

— people with venus in the 1st house ft. altering their pics with photoshop and hating posting selfies without filters because they never feel like their appearance is good enough. stop it. you don’t need to always look your best and especially not if your ‘best’ isn’t even what you actually look like. also... don’t even think about making self-deprecative jokes about your appearance. next time i find one of yall saying “ahaha im not bad for a 5 without talent” i’m squishing your head between 2 pieces of toast and calling you an idiot sandwich. you’re BEAUTIFUL

— having venus in the 3rd house in composite with someone? do you mean calling each other the absolute ugliest nicknames in the most endearing way?

— leo deals with themes of the ego, and it seems that leo placements often struggle with attracting narcissistic people into their life... leo suns/mercuries can be raised by loud, overbearing, narcissistic parents who see their kid as an extension of themselves and who teach the kid to always be very supportive and caring towards them or else they’ll deny them of words of affirmation-- either by insulting them to shatter their self-esteem or simply never complimenting the kid back. leo moons/mars/venus tend to attract narcissistic partners who only care about serving their own emotional needs and ignore the ones of their partner, and who feed off of their supportive and giving nature. which is why leo placements really need to watch out for being gullible, naïve and dismissing the red flags because my god, you be falling for some shady people.

— people with personal planets in the 12th house/chart ruler in the 12th house might feel like they can’t let go of their past life— they may dream of memories, people or places from another life. it’s like they can’t detach from it, and even if they can’t directly remember their past life, it’s like they feel it in their bones. also, they might’ve felt... estranged from their family ever since childhood; there may have been feelings of being unable to emotionally connect to their (often, distant) parents, and they might’ve even wondered if they were adopted because of how different they felt to the rest of the family.

— okay so, a thing that people with saturn in the 3rd house need to look out for is mentally checking out of conversations while they’re still happening. these people can detect when they’re being manipulated really fast and their way of dealing with it can be to immediately shut down, to grow cold and silent and not even bother answering when you’re expected to respond. and, like, that’s great when someone starts screaming at you or being insulting/trying to coerce you into shit, but take notice if you find yourself shutting your loved ones out as soon as they say anything that triggers you. don’t simply detach from them, communicate what’s wrong

— aries placements, ESPECIALLY aries suns and moons, value generosity so much and they get so turned off by stingy ppl who don’t share with others, especially when others need it. like.. if you’re hanging out in a group with them and someone asks for a bite of your food because they have no money and you say no... espect them to never respect you. ever.

— people with libra placements use soooo many adjectives to describe things. something can’t just be beautiful, it has to be DIVINE and CELESTIAL and INTOXICATING. they can be so expressive god it’s so fcking funny

— capricorn placements HATE asking others for advice because they think no one knows better than them (and they’re not wrong, lol). when they truly care for someone, they might ask the person for advice simply as a sign that they respect, trust and value their judgement. even if they don’t plan on taking it LMFAO

— people with mars in a water sign can have this terrible habit of expecting other people to guess what they want. and then they get passive agressive when you don’t instinctively feel what it is they want... and when you ask them “do you want this?”, they go like “FINALLY. i thought you’d never get there”. stop it. i know that you want people to understand you in a way that transcends words, but you can’t expect people to read your mind and then get disappointed when they don’t, thinking “oh if they loved me that much then they would’ve known that i really want chipotle for dinner :(” GIRL WHAT. COMMUNICATE YOUR NEEDS

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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“your hair is really soft” – jjk ver!

ft. itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, ryoumen sukuna, & inumaki toge

ITADORI YUUJI – you’re in the room with Yuuji, who is busy watching the movies gojo-sensei had given him. He holds the cursed corpse in his other side, careful not to let him hit you, while your head lies on his shoulder, eyes drooping close from your long day. Yuuji turns the volume down and brings you closer to him until you’re practically sitting on his lap, his lips making brief contact at the crown of your head while he mumbles sweet nothings, too engrossed in the movie.

You smile at his sweet gesture, gently fisting the front of his jacket while you return the affection, kissing the edges of his jaw softly to not distract him too much. Yuuji’s lips tilt at the soft press of your lips on his warm skin. Soon, your hands rake up to his hair where your nails rake his scalp. Immediately, Yuuji deflates like a balloon as he purrs at the movement, making you chuckle in your sleepy daze.

“Your hair is really soft,” you note, and his eyes practically sparkle. Yuuji was a huge fan of hair gels and hair products, that his desk was filled with different brands all so he could keep his hair perfectly styled – in that somewhat natural, messy appeal. You love it on him and he melts at the fact you’ve noticed his efforts into taking care of himself. Most of all, the feeling of the smooth tendrils running past your fingertips like caressing a field of flowers lulls both you and him to a serene state.

GOJO SATORU – Like Yuuji, Gojo takes his time in styling his hair. You brush your teeth beside Gojo, who scowls as he struggles to keep his hair up the way he likes before he puts on his blindfold. The lanky man groans and adds more product, flattening the strands of his hair between his palms before swooping it up. When it falls down, Gojo whines, leaning forward on the sink counter.

You chuckle to yourself; he could be so dramatic sometimes. Bumping your hip with his, you gesture at him to move, and the big baby pouts before placing his chin on your shoulder as he watches you gargle. “Babe,” he sniffles, arms wrapping around your middle before his nose nuzzles into your skin. You giggle and push him away; the little bastard knew you were ticklish there. “My hair won’t stick up the way I want it to. Now I don’t look so cool anymore. What would my students say? That Gojo-Sensei stopped being attractive?”

That earns him an eye roll and a playful smack to his shoulder. “Ow!” Gojo rubs his shoulder with another pout, although both of you know nothing ever really hurts the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re just fishing for compliments.”

When Gojo hides his smirk behind his palm, you know you’ve hit the nail right on the head. Gojo was probably the most self-assured and overconfident man you’ve ever met – the day he thought lowly of himself and worried about anything concerning him that would ruin his “image” would be the day pigs could fly. Nevertheless, you give in with a sigh, extending your palm towards him.

“Give me the gel. I’ll fix your hair for you.”

“You’re a lifesaver, babe!” Obediently, Gojo crouches down so you could reach his hair, but not before muttering “shorty” under his breath. You tug at his hair harshly than you intended as payback, and Gojo only lets out a loud, fake moan before doubling over.

Your laughter and his bubble and echo through the cramped room, but both of you don’t mind. It’s moments like these you cherish with your whole heart even though it’s not extremely sweet or anything over the top. Dating a jujutsu sorcerer, the strongest one at that, wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns. You worry for him all the time and stay up awake all night, only ever finding peace in your sleep when he comes home safely – which he always does.

Still, you don’t stop worrying for him. It’s only natural, after all, and the way Gojo’s eyes soften as you slightly massage his scalp and style his hair for him lets you know he loves small moments like this too when both of you are completely alone in your own worlds, just enjoying each other’s presence and not having to think about anything else.

“Your hair is really soft,” you muse, unaware of the way Gojo’s closed his eyes as he lets your hand do the magic. When the familiar scent of vanilla and flowers wafts into your senses, you lean down closer to him to sniff his hair, stopping in your movements. “That’s odd. You smell like shampoo, but I haven’t bought that scent in a week.”

“Well, I may or not be the one who emptied it the last time,” he sheepishly chuckles.

“Gojo! That shampoo was really expensive!”

“Yeah, but I wanted to smell like you,” he coos, gently peeling your arms off him so he could hug you. Because of the height difference, you face plant into his bare chest where his skin is still warm from the shower. You keep feigning your irritation, but really, you squish your cheek above his heart, and Gojo’s chest rumbles as he laughs – he knows you can’t resist him. “Sorry about it babe, let’s go grocery shopping tonight when I come home, yeah?”

“You better buy your own shampoo,” you grumble, but Gojo only laughs.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI – Megumi is hunched over his desk, eyebrows pinched together while his hands move at an extreme speed. He’s studying while you scroll through memes on your phone, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend. Megumi is studious as ever, and it’s not that you aren’t, but you’re definitely a lot more relaxed than he is.

You often tease him that you’ve got amazing memory by tapping your forehead whenever he tells you to study with him, which only makes him huff, but in reality, you refuse to study with him because he’s so distracting.

The way he bites his lip when he’s concentrated on something has your stomach erupting with butterflies, and it doesn’t help when his dark blue eyes pierce through the pages like the poor textbook committed a crime he couldn’t forgive.

All in all, Megumi’s beauty tripled tenfold when he was dedicated to something, and it was this fact that had you keeping your distance from him while he studies, because the last thing he needs is to have you jump him when he’s got an exam to prepare for. Unbeknownst to him, you’re angling your phone upwards until his beautiful side profile comes to view – and it’s so unfair his lashes are longer and thicker than yours – and you take a silent snap.

You take a few more pictures with a silent giggle, making sure to set it as your lock screen later. Nothing better than waking up to Megumi’s face every time your alarm went off, but your daydreaming is halted when Megumi drops his pen with a loud sigh.

“I know you’re taking pictures of me,” he side-eyes you with a glare. You squeak before hiding your phone behind you, knowing that it’s not out of the picture for Megumi to steal them and delete his precious photos. It didn’t help he knows your password either (duh, it’s his birthdate) so you take the extra mile by offering him a sickeningly sweet smile, an apology ready to leave your lips when – “If you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just said so. I don’t mind taking a break or something.”

Although he sounds annoyed, the way he avoids your gaze to hide his reddened cheeks and ears say otherwise. Megumi’s back faces you as you wait patiently on his bed. You don’t want to bother him – you really don’t – so you stay put, and Megumi sighs for the hundredth time that night before spinning on his chair, arms stretched out wide open. “Come. Want hugs.”

He keeps his gaze on his lap to swallow the embarrassment of using baby-like words, which was a huge contrast from his quiet and cold persona. You don’t mind though. Deep down, Megumi is like everyone else who wants constant affection, so you leap out of his bed and jump into his arms. Megumi relaxes with your weight on top of him before he squishes his cheeks against your boobs – one of his quirks that you found endearing – a sign that he just wanted to relax for a little while.

Megumi isn’t really that huge on touch, so moments like this where he allows himself to be physically intimate with you has you floating on cloud nine. You hear him sigh between you, and you hide your grin by pushing his hair back to reveal those pretty eyes of his, beckoning him to look you in the eye.

As expected, his cheeks flush a beet red at the intensity of your gaze, but what really catches your attention is how his eyes just brighten even though they’re lined with dark circles.

This precious boy means everything to you, and you cup his face until your noses are rubbing. “Love you, Gumi,” you whisper, the boy’s breath hitching when your eyelashes flutter against his skin. Megumi tsks, a faux scowl on his face because both of you are painfully aware that he just melts around you.

“Stop teasing me. You know I don’t like that.”

“I’m not teasing you,” you lie, brushing his hair back in a soothing manner to help him relieve the headache he gets when he studies too much. “You know, your hair is really soft. Can I keep doing this?”

Megumi hates it when people touch his hair, so you expect him to say no – and you’ll gladly respect it – but instead, he pushes you closer and murmurs, “Don’t stop doing that.”

You smile so wide you fear your face would break.

NANAMI KENTO – You’ve always been fascinated with your co-worker. You don’t know what it is about the sharp-faced and stoic Nanami Kento that somehow makes him stand out from the rest. It’s not like he was smarter or better than anyone, although you do admit Nanami overworks most of the time.

It’s kind of pathetic you’ve been crushing on him ever since your first day of work. Maybe it’s because he worked with virtue and wishes to actually be honest instead of just sucking the money out of others. Maybe it’s because seeing him visit a bakery every after work makes him seem softer and a lot more human than his seemingly unapproachable nature. Whatever it was, you can’t explain why you’re so enamoured with the blond, or why you have the audacity to suddenly card your fingers through his hair at his desk that time.

You were told by your boss to give him this folder – quick, easy, and simple. But Nanami has this effect on you that he makes your brain go brr every time you go closer to him. You blame it on the fact both of you are alone at the office right now for OT, but when Nanami freezes under your touch, you realize the grave consequences of your actions.

As if you’ve touched something boiling hot – and he kind of is – you retract your arm and bow so deep you feel a vertebrae popping air. “I’m so sorry!” you begin to blabber, bowing repeatedly to the point your hair has become a mess. You can’t even look him in the eye – what were you thinking?! “I didn’t mean to, it’s just your hair looked really nice and soft and I couldn’t help myself! If you want to tell the higher-ups about this harassment and get me fired, I promise I won’t mind. In fact, I’ll take this to my grave and even offer my firstborn child as an apology—”

“Y/N.”

“because I’ve done something so horrendous and oh my gosh, I was just eating donuts and I probably got crumbs in your pretty hair—”

“Y/N,”

“And that’s really so low of me. Uh, actually, I may or may not have spent last month’s salary to buy my niece a huge ass dollhouse, but I’d gladly schedule a hair appointment for you—” you stop your words when you feel huge, calloused hands squishing your cheeks together until your lips are puckered out like a fish. Nanami stands before you, looking as handsome as ever, and that thought only has you panicking more and withdrawing. “I’m so sorry.”

Nanami sighs, pulling away to give you some space. You try to fight back the whine because not only did you look ridiculous under him, but also because you actually missed his touch.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” he takes the folder from you, pauses, then tilts his head to the side. “You think my hair is soft?”

“Uhm,” you blink rapidly, “Y-yes. Your hair is really pretty too. In fact, everything about you is pretty, like your hands when you type in paperwork but – I’m talking too much aren’t I?” you laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head. “I’m sorry. I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” Nanami doesn’t sound like he believes it.

“Yeah,” you confess, switching your weight from one foot to another. At this point, you’ve given up on asking him out for coffee this weekend because you’re sure he’s labelled you as an idiot now. Not that it’s surprising though; not only does Nanami keep to himself out of social aversion, but you’re also pretty loud and awkward, a huge contrast to someone as well-put as him. “Anyways, uh,” you clear your throat, gesturing to your cubicle. “Now that you’ve got the file, I’m gonna go do my part. See you later, I guess. Or not. You can go home first you want. I’ve got quite a lot on my plate.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Sorry?”

Nanami organizes his desk one last time before following you to your desk. “I’m done with my part and it’s late. It’s not safe for you to walk home alone,” he glances at his watch, “I’ll wait for you until you’re done and walk you back home. That way, I don’t have to worry about your safety tonight,” he plops down on the empty seat next to yours, crossing his arms on his broad chest. “Take all the time you need. Just wake me up when you’re done.”

Just like that, Nanami dozes off, exhausted from a long day of hard work. You, on the other hand, are more energized than ever as you suddenly find a strong wave of motivation you’ve never had before.

Maybe you don’t mess up everything, after all.

RYOUMEN SUKUNA – He groans when you giggle at him, using your small, dainty hands to brush it through his hair. Sukuna liked to sleep in and it was only seven in the morning, meaning he’s supposed to be still lost in dreamland with thoughts about you and your cute little face. But because you’re an annoying brat who’s an early bird and way too cheerful as a morning person, you’re wide awake when the sun shone through the windows, and you’re gently coaxing him awake by rotating your fingers through his hair.

“Your hair is really soft.”

“Stop that,” he complains, but doesn’t really do anything to push you away. “It’s too early. Go back to bed.”

“But I’m already awake,” you tease, proving your point by taking off his covers and patting his chest. “Come on, let me make you breakfast. Maybe we can go out today and go see a movie, what do you think? It’s my day off so we better make use of it!”

“Exactly, it’s a day off,” he growls the last part, surprising you when his strong hands grip your thigh and drag you beside him. Soon enough, Sukuna has you trapped in his muscular arms until you can’t move anymore. “Let’s just stay the whole day in bed. Plus, I’m the one making breakfast. There’s no way you’re still cooking for me on your day off.”

“But I love cooking for you.”

“I know, but it’s my turn now,” he huffs through your hair. Sukuna’s grip loosens around you a bit to give you room to breathe, but he’s taken aback when you only snuggle closer to him to the point your legs and tangled and your body is warm from his heat. You don’t have to say it out loud to tell him you’ve conceded to his wishes.

As always, Sukuna is right. It feels much better to just let go of time and enjoy this moment. And he smells so good, feels so warm, that you’re unable to stop yourself from burrowing closer onto his body until you’re sure you’re about to start smelling like him later.

Of course, Sukuna likes the thought of that, so he sweeps one arm behind to tug the covers back over your bodies. He kisses your temple, and with a low, husky voice, grumbles, “Let’s go back to sleep, then we’ll do everything you want later, okay? I just want to stay in bed with you a little longer.”

For a guy who was considered heartless and barbaric, he sure turned into putty in your hands.

INUMAKI TOGE – The platinum haired boy lays on your lap, the wire of headphones dangling beside you both. You’re thankful Inumaki has his eyes closed, because the last thing you want him to see is how embarrassed and giddy you are at that moment.

You and Inumaki have been friends for years, meaning you’ve been hiding your crush on him for a painfully long time. He’s recently made a Spotify playlist with an innocent text of, “I made you a playlist of all the songs that reminds me of you,” which leads you both to your current predicament. It’s a rather lazy weekend and Gojo-sensei isn’t around to bother any of you, so you’re in Inumaki’s room, careful not to bounce your legs out of habit to not give the poor boy a headache.

You snap back to life when Inumaki squeezes your thigh, and you’re met with azure eyes looking back up at you. “Mustard leaf?” he points to your face, which has been previously constricted and heated from his close proximity. It isn’t the first time you and Toge have cuddled, but it’s been too long and you’re standing at the edge of a dangerous cliff with the desire to tell him you like him.

Inumaki must’ve thought you’re uncomfortable with his weight on you because he begins to sit up. “Oh, no, no!” you coax him back down despite his questioning eyes, a wide grin replacing your flustered state to conceal it. “Its’s fine, really. I was just vibing with the songs.”

He hums, not completely believing it, but he doesn’t want to push either. Soon, he settles into your lap again and makes you lose your mind when his breath starts to tickle your kneepads now that he’s facing behind you.

Your heart just about combusts, and before you know it, Inumaki has fallen asleep while the theme of Howl’s Moving Castle plays. Once his breathing regulated into a steady rhythm, you reach out to brush his hair back and lightly add some pressure for better sleep. You know Inumaki lies that, and you smile to yourself when he leans into your touch even in his slumber.

“Your hair is so soft,” you say mostly to yourself, leaning down to kiss his the crown of his head, making Inumaki sigh contentedly. Gosh, you love him so much.

Now isn’t the time but...hopefully, one day you could tell him how you feel. Even if he rejects you, you hope you could still be friends even after that awkward encounter –

You freeze as the next song comes on. I.F.L.Y by Bazzi comes on, and just as you cover your mouth to silence your gasps, you hear the faintest snickers coming from Inumaki before he goes back to “snoring.”

“Toge! Were you awake the whole time?!”

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ozetia · 3 years ago

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hi hi can i request the nsfw alphabet for terushima plz 👉🏽👈🏽

also i just followed and i love ur stuff !!

Thank you lovely ^.^ sorry this is late!

Terushima NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare

Terushima always tries his best to look after you after sex but sometimes he does struggle, he likes to share out the responsibilities he does the cleaning and you get some snacks. Although he does go over the top with compliments but that’s in his nature.

B = Body parts

He loves his cock (sorry for it being blunt but it’s true) he gives you so much pleasure from using it that he’s content with it. Sometimes he just wants you to cockwarm his cock when you have time it makes him feel like his life is extended by 2 years.

His favourite body part of yours is your thighs. He can lay on them, he can sit on them and he can thrust inbetween them when your poor cunt is sore and tired. He loves squishing your thighs and most of his presents consist of thigh highs.

C = Cum

He likes to cum on your thighs and stomach. There’s nothing more sexy than watching his cum run down your stomach sometimes not makes me want to go for another round.

D = Dirty secret

He secretly wants to buy you roleplay costumes so he can indulge in his maid x master fantasy however he’s too scared to ask and every time he tries talking to you about it he turns into a stuttering mess.

E = Experience

Unfortunately unlike the fuck-boy persona he has he’s never been able to pull a girl in his past. He’s learn from first time experience with you and hearing his other companions stories.

F = Favourite position

Terushima loves doggy style not only can he see your ass but he can always see your thighs jiggle from the power of his thrusts.

G = Goofy

He’s intense and serious during sex, he relies on your moans to know if he’s doing well although after he cracks a few jokes and apologies.

H = Hair

As terushima is a hairdresser don’t blame him if he comes in the bedroom with a star shaped pattern in his pubes, he’ll claim it’s the new fashion statement and he’ll want to do yours too. There’s nothing more intimate than a couple with matching pubes.

I = Intimacy

He keeps eye contract directly with you and never leaves your face. He tries to be intimate using his words but it always comes across as cringy.

J = Jackoff

He struggles to jack off without you there beside him he prefers mutual masturbation than sitting in a room alone trying to imagine your face. He jacks off 2 times a week. If he’s feeling in the mood and you’re not there he’ll wait for you to come home.

K = Kink

He has a daddy/ master kink, if you ever want his attention all you need to do is call him one of these names.

L = Location

Terushima keeps all things in the bedroom, he can’t risk someone seeing you after all most people in the neighbourhood are his clients. He also loves the thought that no one else gets to see you like this in the bedroom and only he has the chance to do this.

M = Motivation

You being in the mood turns him on he swears your pheromones will be the death of him. He’s a simple man he sees you and his cock is hard no questions asked.

N = No

Wax-play is a no - there’s too much of a risk that he’ll hurt you.

Breeding - he hasn’t got enough money for you both to take part in a family lifestyle. He’s not a big fan of kids to begin with so he’s rather not take the risk.

O = Oral

He’s half and half he likes receiving and giving oral. He’ll never turn down pleasure that you want to give him and he’ll never let you go without any.

P = Pace

Terushima pace is brutal and harsh. He likes to be fast and direct. He wants you to cum faster than him and so he makes this happen.

Q = Quickie

He likes quickies as much as he likes normal sex both give off the same amount of pleasure but there’s just a lack of time. He takes what’s offered to him with open hands.

R = Risks

As explained he doesn’t like to take risks. He hasn’t really looked into kinks in the bedroom so it’ll take him time to get introduced but as time goes he’ll be willing to take risks.

S = Stamina

Terushima is energetic therefore he’ll last an average of 40 minutes to an hour and a half. He also keeps a record of how long he lasts.

T = Toys

Probably doesn’t even know you own one until you tell him. Does he get self conscious yes but does he grow out of it and let you use it yes.

U = Unfair

He doesn’t like waiting as it also delays what he wants so he’s not big on teasing. But if he’s in the mood to tease - which is a 5% chance then he will tease you.

V = Volume

Unfortunately Terushima thought that if he voiced his pleasure it was less manly off him after he passed this stage he moans along side you just as loud as you. It’s not obnoxious he just wants you to know that he feels the same.

W = Wildcard

Terushima has more than once hit doggy style on you in his friends apartment out of pettiness.

X = X-ray

He’s of average height and a big on the lanky side so his cock is on the average side of 5-6 inches he’s not girthy but he has a beautiful curve in his cock which is just 👌🏻

Y = Yearning

His sex drive is hooked onto you sex drive. So whether your sex drive is insane or just average his will be the same.

Z = Zzzz

He likes to sleep the exact time as you although half of the time he sleeps earlier and you can’t blame him poor boy tries so hard to make you feel so good and he does so well. He deserves beauty sleep

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cjsinkythoughts · 4 years ago

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FATWS One Shot #4 - Best Girls, Good Guys, Hand Art, Joy Rides

Word Count: 1922

Warnings: Cursing, Implied PTSD, Mention of IED, Motorcycle Ride Without Helmets

Setting/Characters: Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014; Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Sam’s therapy group, Lady at the Front Desk, Mentions of Peggy Carter and Riley

A/N: Here’s number 4! Like I said in the previous One Shot, I’m hoping to get TWS One Shots done today and tomorrow. Um, I don’t have a lot to say this time since I unloaded pretty much everything in the last One Shot. So, I guess that’s all!

This isn’t beta’d, as usual, so please excuse any mistakes! Be kind to yourselves and others! Enjoy this part, thank you for reading, and stay tuned!

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(PICTURE DOESN’T REPRESENT READER, JUST WHAT THE ART STEVE DREW LOOKS LIKE!)

“How is she?”

Steve nodded, taking the helmet he insisted on keeping for you in the compartment under his seat out and handing it over. What a hypocrite. “She’s fine. I guess. She…forgot. We were in the middle of a conversation and she…forgot I was alive.”

You gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Alzheimer’s is a scary thing. I’m sorry. It must be hard seeing your best girl go through that.” He froze, his wide eyes scanning you. You ignored his gaze, giving him the helmet back. You really hoped it didn’t come out as sad and spiteful as you meant it. You didn’t want to despise her, you really didn’t. You couldn’t. You had too much respect for her. She did help build the organization you worked for. You just hated the position you found yourself in. “We’re just going to the VA. It’s not too far. I’ll be fine.”

“No, honey. I don’t want you getting hurt-”

“I won’t, Steve.” You pushed back. “I’ve done it before in a lot more dangerous places than the streets of DC. Plus, I trust you. You wouldn’t let me get hurt, would you?”

His lips turned up slightly, his head shaking just enough. “No. No, I wouldn’t. Hop on, then.” He jerked his head to his bike, putting the helmet away before sitting down with you following his lead. You pressed against him, an arm around his waist, thighs squeezing his hips lightly. “Ready?”

“Mhmm.” You hummed, setting your chin on his shoulder.

The bike roared to life underneath you before you took off. You were never worried when Steve drove. Sometimes he liked going fast when you two go for a drive through backroads of Virginia for a weekend, camping underneath the stars. But when you were in DC, he cruised, fast enough that you could get pulled over for doing ten over, but slow enough that you didn’t have to shout over the rush of the wind combing through your hair.

He usually talked to you while driving, but he was quiet this time. You turned your head to study him. His jaw ticked ever so often, his eyebrows furrowed and those pink lips turned down.

You didn’t want to distract him, but you couldn’t help but lift your free hand, tracing his jaw from his chin to his ear before pressing soft circles into the hinge of his jaw with your thumb. “Are you okay? Did I upset you?”

“No. No, you’re perfect, honey.” He reassured quickly, moving around a car, side eyeing you for just a second. “I’ve just…there’s a lot on my mind. A lot I need to figure out.”

You nodded. “If you ever need me. I’m here.”

He grinned, taking your hand in one of his to press a kiss to the knuckles, eyes not leaving the road. “I know.”

“Tell me more about this Sam Wilson guy.”

Steve chuckled before telling you about his run the day prior and how he lapped Wilson a few times and their conversation afterwards. He was just finishing up when he parked in the parking garage of the VA, “and then Natasha drove up saying she was looking for a fossil she was supposed to pick up.”

“A fossil.” You snorted. “I’m gonna have to use that.”

He gave you a playful glare as you swung your leg around and stood up. Catching your jaw between his fingers, he chuckled when he squished your cheeks together. “Call me a fossil, honey, and I’ll tell Fury the only way I’m doing missions is if you don’t.”

You gasped, shaking your head. “You ‘ouldn’!” You slurred out, trying to talk with your lips pursed.

He gave a little giggle, gently making your head move up and down in a nod. “Oh yes I would.” He pecked your nose, letting go of your cheeks. “C’mon, dame.” You blinked after him as he started towards the elevators with long strides.

“You’re an ass, you know that?”

He smirked at you over his shoulder as you jogged to catch up, holding his hand out behind him. “C’mon. You know I’d never do that to ya.”

Narrowing your eyes, you snatched his hand and huffed. “Well…yeah. But still.”

Another chuckle left his lips, pulling you closer to his side as you pressed the button for the elevator, leaving a kiss on your head. You fell into comfortable silence after that, Steve’s thumb tracing patterns on your hand while you waited for the elevator to ding.

When it finally did, Steve had a pen pulled out and, as you entered the elevator, he pulled your hand up closer to his face, lifting the writing utensil to the back of your palm.

You didn’t say anything, merely looking around the elevator after pushing the level you were going to. It was something you found that calmed Steve; drawing. So whenever he was bored or anxious, you let him draw on your hand. He used to ask, but he stopped after you told him you’d never say no.

The elevator dinged and the doors open, causing Steve to stop inking up your skin and drop your still linked hands down to your sides, shoving his pen in his pocket. You looked down at the partial flower and leaves wrapping around your wrist, smiling affectionately. He really was a good artist.

The lady at the front desk told you where to go when you asked for Sam Wilson, which Steve did rather eagerly, making you laugh. He had told you about Sam’s want to impress her when he came in. Apparently he was with a group, but she said it was okay for you to go in as long as you didn’t disrupt anything. Steve thanked her, before following her directions down the hall and around the corner.

You heard them before you saw them. A woman was talking, telling a story of how she got pulled over the previous week. Steve leaned against a column to the side of the room, out of the way, putting his hands in his pockets. You let his hand go to allow him to do so, linking your arm with his and holding his wrist with your free hand.

“I swerved…to miss a plastic bag. I thought it was an IED.”

You watched Steve’s reactions through the rest of the session. It wasn’t much longer - maybe ten minutes - before it ended. You had tried to convince him to go to one of these when he first got out of the ice, but he refused.

“I’ve already got you, honey. That’s all I need.”

And, yes, he did have you; your assignment was literally helping him with that stuff. But you still thought he’d benefit from it. Especially now since you had started going back on your own assignments. Maybe he’d start going to Wilson’s.

After the meeting, you and Steve walked up to the veteran who had just finished his farewells and started cleaning up the table at the front with brochures and things. “Look who it is. The running man. And who’s this pretty lady?”

You smiled, sticking out your hand, your name leaving your lips in an introduction. “Sam Wilson.” He shook your hand with a grin of his own. “Nice to meet you, cher.”

“You too, Sam.”

“We caught the last few minutes.” Steve stated, leaning on the wall again, keeping his arm linked with yours. “It’s pretty intense.”

You listened sadly as Sam told you two about his wingman, Riley, but you didn’t pity him. You knew what it was like to lose people and you hated the pity you received from others. You were glad to see he wasn’t beating himself up over it, even allowing himself to smile as the conversation shifted to his retirement. Steve was right; he did seem like a good guy.

“Are you thinking about getting out?”

You glanced up at Steve as he answered “no.” You saw the hesitation in his eyes that flickered to you, before he met Sam’s again. “I don’t know.” Hearing Steve admit that he didn’t know what he wanted made your heartache. You wanted him to be happy, and the fact that he didn’t know what made him happy caused you to grip his arm tighter.

You, Sam, and Steve talked a bit longer, getting to know each other a little better. You even did the unthinkable and told him you worked for SHIELD when he asked how you two knew each other. Steve raised an amused eyebrow as your eyes widened, your hand slapping over your mouth.

“Holy shit. I can’t believe I just told you that. You can’t tell anyone.”

Sam laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t worry. My lips are sealed.”

You finally said bye when Sam mentioned needing to get back to work. Walking back towards the elevators, Steve chuckled and nudged you. “You warmed up to him quickly.”

“Ha ha.” You rolled your eyes, your face landing in your hands. “Oh my God. I’ve never told anyone that. Ever.”

“I told you. He’s a good person. Easy to talk to.”

“Yeah…speaking of,” you tilted your head up to him as you stepped into the elevator, the doors closing behind you. “Do you want to get out?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed thickly. “That’s not what I said. I just…I don’t really know…what to do.”

You pouted a little, tilting your head. “What would you’ve done in the 40’s? After the war?”

“I dunno.” He shuffled on his feet. “Be a lab rat.”

“Steven-”

“Forget it. Forget I said anything.” Your frown deepened, your arms crossing over your chest. “Please don’t.” He said softly, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, one thumb smoothing out your forehead while the other ran over your pouty lips. “Don’t be upset.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I’m not. I, just…worry.”

He placed his lips to your forehead, hands slipping to your waist to pull you closer. “Well don’t.”

Your hands mimicked his previous position, holding his face, thumb brushing under his eyes. Your eyes caught sight of the barely started design on your hand, and your lips pursed thoughtfully.

“What?”

“Drawing makes you happy.” He blinked at your words, confusion in those ocean eyes of his. “You said you don’t know what makes you happy. Drawing does. And you’re really good at it. You could be an artist or something. Like a tattoo artist. I’d go to you. I mean, look at this!” You showed him your hand. “It’s not even halfway done and you did it with a crappy dollar store pen”

He gave you a small smile. “I appreciate that, honey, but I don’t think I could do that day in and day out.”

“Even with new customers coming in every day, asking for different designs in different places?”

Giving a chuckle, he leaned into your palm, kissing it. “You really want me to think about this don’t you?”

You scoffed. “Duh!”

He shook his head, ducking down to press his lips to your cheek, before laying his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m okay right now.”

“Are you?”

“Mhmm.” He hummed, arms wrapping around you. “Because I have you. And you make me happy, honey.”

You hugged him back, face pressing into his neck. You were glad you made him happy. And as long as you made him happy, you’d keep this relationship the way it was. Even if that meant you’d never be his best girl. “You make me happy too, bubs.”

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mistaeq · 3 years ago

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Heya! Do you think you could come up with domestic husband abbacchio hcs? Love your writings btw! <3

leone abbacchio: domestic husband headcanons

tw // none

dora's note: it's so pleasing to finally produce for a proper request, i sure hope i'll be able to come back to more of these throughout the summer yes ♥︎ thank you for requesting !!

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♥︎ let me tell you, do not expect leone to keep his hair down at home. the hair stay on, either in a man bun or in a ponytail, man likes it comfy when he's not working.

♥︎ he dislikes it when you work too much, so he gave a try to cooking something for you, or at least learning some basic recipes. well, it is a little clearer to him now, the reason why fugo and bruno did not want him to get any closer to the kitchen, back at passione.

♥︎ abbacchio would be able to sleep anywhere. he's tired and done with his life, so whenever he has the slightest chance to rest a single muscle, he may fall asleep.

♥︎ he has a sleeping habit he hasn't lost throughout time, though. you have plenty of photos in your phone, of him slouching on the couch with his legs spread open. apparently that position helps him a lot. you still have to choose if you find it sexy or hilarious.

♥︎ this one's a little bit cursed, but i couldn't not include this. i'll be as brief and clear as possible. this man does not know how to aim at the toilet when he's pissing. 0/10.

♥︎ let's say all the cursed things in a single shot, shall we? abbacchio's sweat is the stinkiest thing you've ever smelt. you grow used to it throughout your marriage, but it would literally kill someone more than moody blues would.

♥︎ but i can guarantee he values hygiene, his showers take literal hours. leone probably spends most of the time washing his hair, but at least he showers, which is not to be taken for granted, not after you met mista.

♥︎ luckily, his feet usually do not stink. and it is important to specify, since he refuses to use socks and shoes at home. his shoes usually hurt his feet if he keeps them on too much time, so he'd rather let his feet breathe, when he's home with you.

♥︎ moving onto something a little less cursed, i can tell he's experienced when it comes to make up, and would die to put some on you, either for fun, but also seriously, if you need some to go out.

♥︎ passione's shifts are awful. you hate to hear abbacchio wake up at 5am, run in the bathroom and kiss your forehead as he leaves in a rush for work. the bed feels empty all of a sudden, and you're left pouting, with your face buried in the pillow.

♥︎ and it also happens at night, he comes back to a delicious dinner, and a sweet note from you, telling him you love him and are proud of his hard work.

♥︎ but when it is your turn to come back late at night, he waits for you awake, with a good amount of junk food he ordered on the table. it's the best thing to come home to.

♥︎ about some daily life, too many times you found yourself talking to leone for several minutes, just to notice he hadn't heard a single thing because of his expensive, huge headphones. you'd never take them from him, you know music makes him feel good, you just wish he'd warn you when he's about to listen to some music.

♥︎ you two's daily schedule is usually messed up because of passione and because of the laziness he somehow transmitted you. this is why you rarely invite someone home, either because you don't know whether you'll be home or not.

♥︎ most of the time the best company you have is moody blues more than abbacchio himself. you can tell the stand is fond of you, and you also learnt it's a better cook than its user.

♥︎ how do you feel about hearing abbacchio complaining for two hours straight? just put him in front of the television, and he'll start automatically criticizing everything he sees, saying the world was better when he was younger and that he misses the tv programmes of when he was a child. deep down, he's old inside.

♥︎ leone doesn't know how to start having an hobby and keep it. plenty of books are abandoned around the house, on the couch, on the kitchen counter, on his bedside table, under his pillow, on the dining table, and the best thing about them, is that your man read only the first chapter of each one of them. then, he forgot he had even started to read them.

♥︎ when it comes to switching everything off and getting to sleep, you already know how it is gonna be. he likes to sleep on his belly, this is why leone's usually the one to sleep on you, squishing you down on the bed, no matter your position.

♥︎ sometimes he likes to be the little spoon. shh. don't tell anyone. and don't tell him i've told you.

♥︎ this goth snores like a truck. he sometimes even scares himself with his own noises, and you probably lost count of the times he's woken you up with his drill sounds at night.

♥︎ yes. abbacchio sleeptalks, and no. his speeches do not make sense. ever.

♥︎ "eggplant" he once announced, in his sleep. you still haven't recovered from that. it was intense to hear.

#riri writes🦉#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part five #vento aureo #golden wind #leone abbacchio #abbacchio x reader #jjba headcanons

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asmolemmeeatyouout · 4 years ago

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The boys with Autistic! MC! part two ! SFW

(Bc I’m self indulgent and like 5 ppl wanted it so yesyesyes)

(Had my first proper spoonie day in a while today so imma finish this after what 4 months? Whoopsie. Sorry if any of the points overlap I’ve not re read my last post, please shoot me an ask if you want anything clarified/expanded on !)

Lucifer:

Has to stop his brothers from constantly bothering you when you’re overwhelmed (they’re just worried)

You very quickly learn his office is the safest place to be when overwhelmed due to the dim lighting and the brother deterring curse on his doorway

He has a record player and SO much classical music for when you need background noise

This leads to impromptu slow dancing when you insist he needs a break and there’s music playing

If you have your own records, the *smoother ones will end up mixed in with his

*smoother as in less staccato /distracting because he is most likely working

Very much enjoys spending time in silence with you, he finds it comfortng to just exist with someone without having anything needed of him

Especially if you’re both doing your own thing, like you just being in the room with him (playing a game or reading or smthn) while he does his paperwork is so soothing to him

Mammon:

Have you seen his horns? They’re so smooth and shinyyy, a+++ stimming material

He loves head pats so he’ll willingly put his head in your lap when you watch movies

he’s very proud of his demon form but also kind of shy so it’ll take some coaxing to get him to let you touch his horns but when he sees how content it makes you? It’s his new favourite hobby letting you play with his hair and horns during movies

(That said they’re very sensitive (like him) so be gentle)

He WILL adopt your love language and mannerisms:

if you bump people he will start knocking into you constantly, (wrists, hips, shoulders, head, any and all on random repeat)

if you like to collect and give things to people he will a. Hoard them in a little shrine (that he Denys. having) and b. Start looking for things he can give you back

If you rub textures you like you’ll find him stroking your arms/face/jumper right back (sometimes with his face, but only ever in private because he feels vulnerable using such a soft form of affection)

Levithian:

You cannot tell me this man isn’t autistic

Communication is SO! EASY!

Then even If you don’t understand you can just ask. You can just ask and he’ll tell you. None of this ‘figure it out yourself’ nt bullshit

Our baby has anxiety anyway so he’s probably ‘over’ explained it before you can say anything

(Over explained in the sense of nt, personally I love it when ppl get really detailed)

In that case he gets embarrassed about how much he’s talking so it’s your turn to reassure him that he’s not boring you

The solace you get in realising you like all of his autistic traits soothes your own insecurities

That being said your anxiety (if you have it) is matchy matchy so don’t expect him to talk to the cashier for you

He’s very chill with you being non verbal because either he’s absorbed in his own game/anime/show or it means there’s more room for him to talk about his interests

That being said if your special interests/ hyperfixations don’t line up on any given day? The bickering over who’s turn it is to infodump gets intense (this is the one source of all your arguments)

All the other brothers are kind of terrified/jealous of your relationship, especially when they see you talking about a shared special interest because you talk rapid fire and very in-depth. to them it’s almost like you’re talking in code or another language because they know all the individual words but what the everloving fuck are you on about

Asmodeus:

Has specific outfits he wears when he wants you to hug him (which is always). They’re made out of the softest material, or any clothing of his you’ve expressed a texture interest in.

Finds it so amusing when you come rushing over to rub your face against his chest bc mmmmm softsoftsoft

Likes to text you in the morning to see how you’re feeling (and how sensory sensitive you are because god forbid his outfit with chains and jangles stops him from seeing you)

Understands better than Anyone that affection and love can be shown in a whole barrage of ways not just physically

Figures out how you show affection faster than any of the other brothers

Immediately starts reciprocating it (partly bc he’s selfishly trying to make you love him most)

Satan:

Will learn about your special interests so he can engage you on the topic

Is the ONLY person in the house you can talk about any special interest with, no matter how niche because he loves learning (although he does prefer the *academic* side of them rather than pop culture but he will listen to both)

*academic* as in something involving learning about something or crafting or *how* to do something, not just like, maths

You’re pretty much the only person who can keep up with him in terms of knowledge and enthusiasm (even if it’s only for very specific things) and thus you become the person he talks to about his interests

Originally kind of annoyed by how absentminded you are (because you forget several dates) but once you get settled into a routine he starts to find it cute how habitual you are, and then realises it could work to his advantage.

He then schedules a date into your weekly routine (or biweekly depending on your energy levels) so you start to get upset if it’s missed bc it’s part of your routine. (Satan is ridiculously smart and is very much willing to manipulate your routine to his (and yours) advantage, he is a demon after all)

Beelzebub:

Gives the best squishes. He’s just so big he can literally envelope you (in other news he is terrified of hurting you so he’s very nervous at first, he’s used to huggin ppl very gently bc he is a muscle mountain)

Maybe don’t use chew stims around him (unless he’s eating) because seeing you use them will either make him hungry, or he’ll ask to see it and oops it’s been swallowed hope you didn’t want that back (he’s very apologetic he really didn��t mean to but it was in his mouth and chewed before he could think)

Literally the kindest man in the universe, if you have issues with shame or *guilt* (especially if it creeps outta nowhere or it relates to not being able to do something) he will a. Reassure you and give you cuddles until you feel okay (or one on one bonding time if you’re too touch sensitive) then b. Go help with whatever task was too much so you don’t have to worry

Belphagor:

Have I mentioned the stuffies? This boy definitely has a stash of soft toys that all have names and personalities. This originally stemmed from the fact he was locked alone in an attic for a year, he needed some form of company or he was gonna go crazy, and sleeping alone is meh in his opinion. But then he became attached and after you showed him yours? And you weren’t ashamed of your teddy bears or how much you loved them he confided in you about his. (And you had a tea party)

Problems sleeping ? (Me too bud it’s 3.44 am lol) nonononno baby boy has got you, just snuggle up to him and you’ll be snoozing in no time (I HC that being around belphagor just makes you a little sleepy and the longer you’re there the stronger the urge to sleep gets)

You’re at rad (or out in public and can’t leave) and get overstimmed? Belphie has got you! He keeps sunglasses on him so he can secretly sleep when he’s not supposed to. Also (imo) he’s the king of hoodies, both his main outfits have a hood (and you can’t convince me he doesn’t wear one of them over his uniform as soon as lucifer dips), my boy will slip his hoodie on you and wrap you in a hug to get you away from the noise/sights

(I am now too tired to write anymore, hope yall enjoyed!)

#obey me #obey me hcs #obey me autistic mc #autistic mc #mammon hc #belphagor hc #lucifer hc #asmodeus hc #satan HC #beelezebub hc #leviathan hc

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