#that theyre still awake and make them go to bed.

[mirrortouchedsea]

A kiss as a "yes"

I'm not sure if you have strong character preferences but... Maybe pick two from Eden?

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25. …as a ‘yes’.

I had to think about the exact scenario for this one but I was very instantly drawn to it being NagiHiyo. I really should read more Eden stories eventually....

The two children were laying on Hiyori's bed, looking through the most recent idol magazine together. Nagisa always thought that the two of them would make a good duo some day, jealous of the idols on the cover that so easily drew Hiyori's attention.

"We should become idols someday," he thought aloud. Hiyori turned to look at him.

"That would be fun, wouldn't it." Hiyori chuckled, flipping through the idol magazine for something. "Let's see...here we go. 'What it takes to be an idol!' Hmm...Nagisa-kun, do you think you could do all of this?"

Nagisa skimmed the interview Hiyori had found and nodded along. "Hmm...I don't see why we couldn't."

"With your mysteriousness and my charm, I'm sure we could become the best idols ever!" The two of them chuckled at the image of them singing and dancing together on stage. It was a lovely dream to Nagisa.

"Then...will you promise me that we'll become idols someday?" Nagisa asked, turning back to Hiyori.

Hiyori leaned in and pecked his cheek, a light blush dusting both of their cheeks. "I promise."

[1980ssunflower]

SOB SOB......

[strwberri-milk]

heyyyyyy

can you do LADS boys reacting to reader falling asleep during lovemaking?

mild nsfw under the cut!! also not somno bc. idk didnt feel like it so nothing happens after falling asleep also i was gonna do them seperate but then. it was all becoming the same thing over and over again so theyre combined !!

You were absolutely exhausted when you got home, the sight of your beloved still not quite enough for your brain to convince your body to stay awake. He was more than excited to see you, the press of his lips against yours titillating your body enough that you thought you could stay awake for just a little bit longer to have some fun with him before going to bed. Besides, going to bed after an orgasm in your lover's arms seemed like an ideal way to go to sleep.

It's not until he's got you on his back, face buried in your neck that you think it couldn't hurt to close your eyes for just a second. His warmth is comforting, the feeling of his steady thrusts inside of you matched with the weight of his body making for some sort of sensory experience that just made you desperate to fall asleep.

When he feels you go limp under him he thinks he might have just fucked you dumb. You've cum hard enough before that you've reacted in a similar manner but the second he sees how even your breathing is he knows what happened.

Regardless of where he is in his stage of pleasure he pulls out of you to clean up the both of you. He might be a little grumpy but it's a good humoured manner, gently trailing his knuckle along your cheek as he scolds you for getting so comfortable you literally fall asleep with him inside of you.

The next morning he'll spend teasing you about it, telling you that he didn't realise he was so bad in bed that you were bored. You regret falling asleep now that you see that glint in his eyes - clearly he's going to teach you a lesson for that but you also know it won't be that bad. Hopefully.

[amourjins]

✦ LATE NIGHT WALK? — k.mj

summary. a late night walk with your best friend, minji! ..except, theres a twist.

pair. non-idol!bsf!minji x fem!reader

content ahead. fluff, (best) friends-to-lovers, wlw, GAYS!!!!, theyre both silly, just a small bit of texting!

notes. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA who couldve guessed! surprise !! take this while you wait for tg…cause ive been procrastinating it a LOT…. (not proofread as we all know.. i proofread on a good day [which is never])

you lie awake in bed as the time read 12:37. you sighed, you didnt want to go to sleep, but you didnt have anything else to do, either.

until, that is, you felt your phone vibrate—a notification. you first shrugged it off, thinking it was some random app you didnt use anymore, but was way too lazy to delete it. after a few seconds, you decided to see what it was, and to your surprise, the notification was a text from your the one and only, kim minji! aka your best(est) friend (ever).

you could feel your tiredness just disappear all in the span of that minute.

you immediately got up from bed once you hearted the text, turning the lights on as you walked to your closet. you didnt want to keep minji waiting, so you figured you would just keep it casual with a shirt and jeans or something.

once you finally got ready, you did some finishing touches before grabbing your phone and bag, and dashing out of there excitedly. when you exited your apartment complex, there she was, in all her glory—minji!

“minji-ah!” you whisper-shouted as you swore she turned her head to you in the blink of an eye. she took her hands out of her pockets and waved at you, smiling brightly. you rushed over, embracing her in a hug as she froze, blushing a little.

“hi!—” she giggled before hugging you back tightly. you let go after a few seconds, making her pout. you didnt notice, though. you were too busy looking around the streets of seoul, wondering where you two should head first.

“mm, follow me!” you spoke, which caught the tall girl off guard, but she immediately followed after you, catching up as she walked beside you. the night sky always had you mesmerized.. but there something—someone else that had you even more mesmerized.

and it was minji.

maybe you started to develop feelings for her over these past few months with her…

you were pretty much certain that she didnt like you back. and as much as that hurt, you had to deal with it. being best friends with her is enough already, and youre grateful. but at the same time, what if she liked you back? it would.. yeah itd probably hurt to confess. but it was now or never, right? now just seemed like the perfect moment.

“crosswalk, idiot!” she reminded as she halted your movements, making you snap out of your thoughts. “oops!.. sorry,” you looked away in embarrassment as she scoffed jokingly.

you silently turned your head back to her. she was looking at the sky, and the scenery around. god, she was insanely pretty. prettier than the scenery around. prettier than anything around.

you tapped her shoulder to get her attention once you were able to cross as you two crossed the street together. your hands suddenly brushed against each other slightly, and even that made minji blush.. you were both equally down bad for each other!

once at the other side, minji’s fingers crawled on your palm before she interlocked her hand with yours, the action making you stunned, but, you werent complaining. who would?

“all the stores are closed.. aw,” minji sighed, pointing at the stores to your left as you two walked past them after a few seconds. “but you know, the convenience stores are still open.” you spoke, as she let out an agreeing “oohh..” followed by a nod. “lets head there then? hope you dont mind the walk though..” she smiled. “as long as im with you, i wouldnt mind at all!” you grinned.

after a short 12 minutes of walking and talking, you guys finally arrived at the convenience store while still holding hands. minji was the first to step in as you came in right after, greeting the staff that stood at the register.

“so, yn..i have, uh,, something to tell you.” minji explained as you two walked out of the convenience store. you and minji spent a decent amount of time in there, talking while having snacks. you two had a great time, and she even paid for everything.. and when you thought you couldnt crush on her more than before.

“oh,” you gulped, suddenly nervous and sweat was trickling down your forehead as you nodded, “i have.. something to tell to you.. as well?” you questioned—yourself. she took a deep breath before continuing, “lets say it at the same time?

“yeah. same time.. same time,” you breathed.

“on 1, okay?”

“3 - 2 - 1–”

“i like you, yn!”

“i like you!”

“wait, what?” you awkwardly giggled, raising an eyebrow at minji. she had her head turned, obviously away from you. her face was bright red…and so was yours.

“..y—youre for real?” minji muttered, not daring to make eye contact. she was looking everywhere but your direction. “what do you think, idiot?” you joked.

“so,, were dating now, right?”

“yeah.. yeah!”

“ill walk you home then?”

“thats absurd, kim minji! spend more time with your new girlfriend, will you?”

“g-girlfriend.. right! yes, okay.”

a/n : 😁😁 send in asks interact with me maybe! ill be answering asks later

[ssparksflyy]

Hey Hello! I would like to request some headcanons of Leo V. With a children of Hypnos or Dionysus, thank you!

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

leo valdez dating hcs "(っ- ‸ - ς)ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

pairing: leo valdez x child of hypnos!reader warning(s): swearing probably idk i just put it in case now an: honk mimimimimimimi

yall remember that scene in frozen where anna is like "the sky's awake, so im awake, so we have to playyyyyy" and shes trying to wake up elsa? yea. thats leo.

he CANNOT sleep. ever.

his hyperactive ass is always trying to gogogogogogogo!

and youre just like lemme sleep ;(

you try your best to stay awake to be out and about with him

he greatly appreciates it and downs like four melatonin gummies with a cup of coffee so he can finally knock out with you

( coffee reduces hyperactivity for people with adhd 👍👍 )

but ohmygod those days when he gets ideas early in the morning ugh

TURN THE SELENA OFF IT IS SIX IN THE MORNING YOU CAN CLEAN YOUR WORKBENCH LATER

has taken quite a few pillows to the head

but hes fineeeee hes still livingggggggg

mmmm he snores.

leo frickin snores

usually thats a normal human thing

but hes got that latino dad snore

house shaking, earth shattering, loud enough to make you deaf

( my friends and i call it the mexican dad snore because all our dads snore like that 😭)

as of right now its still developing

it still hasnt reached full dad snore

its like in lion king when simba cant roar

it comes with age okay

when his melatonin gummies kick in they kick IN okay

passed out no return

(god i need sleep like that)

im telling you hes either bouncing off the walls or dead

he tries to fight the sleep so badly sometimes

and hes GOOD at it

i honestly dont know how some of yall go days without sleep but hes one of those people

literally falling asleep as hes walking talking about "im fine!!"

NO YOURE NOT GO TO SLEEP

but then like one hug from behind and a small kiss on his neck from you is enough to make him give in

hes literally so weak when it comes to neck kisses bye

folds like a blanket

leo sleeps without a shirt but then has some of the funkiest pajama pants ever

all different kinds of designs and stuff

he REFUSES to be basic and wear those christmas checkered red pants whatever theyre called

but that entire genre of pants.. disowned. refuses to wear them

(no hate btw im literally wearing those pants as i write this)

has made sure u have the COMFIEST bed EVERRRR

hes installed like heaters, a cooler, the mattress is flexible (like in those commercials), the pillows are super soft, everything! absolutely everything!

honestly he doesnt seem too much like a plushies guy but at the same time he does

he has like one and its matching with you but like he stays loyal to that plushie and that plushie only

best cuddler tho ♡

he loves being able to hold you but sometimes he wants to be held too :(

a literal godsend during the winter honestly

no need for a heater when youve got mcshizzle over here

you gotta tough it out during the summer though

he feels so bad cause he doesnt want you to be warmer than it already is

but then you tell him you dont mind, just gotta have the ac on full blast !!

oh how i love leo valdez

[the-s1lly-corner]

One bed trope w/ the bishops

Something something: lamb forgets to make spaces for the bishops as they join the cult + written as followers getting their own little spaces rather than the LIL sleepy structures

Notes: reader is GN and a follower, any creature for the reader, bishops are also followers

CWs: none

LESHY

i just know this creature is taking in the smell of your bed if the two of you already have something developing between the two of you

not even in a creepy way, really, he just likes the smell of you out of familiarity

squirms in his sleep, its going to be difficult trying to get some rest if youre sharing the bed with him

though hes a bit soft to the touch thanks to his leaves- just avoid his branches and youre set... hes a little cold, though

WILL hold it over your head if you end up snuggling into him in your sleep, loves teasing you whenever he gets the chance

HEKET

cold blooded so her body heat tends to match her surroundings- if its colder shes huddling under the blankets... blanket thief but can one really blame her?

if youre both fairly close shes open to asking you for some help regulating her heat

shes plus sized, but shes definitely got some muscle on her- holds you very firmly against her, but not tight enough to hurt you or make you uncomfortable

doesnt toss or turn that much in her sleep, sleeps pretty still but not a very heavy sleeper- not a morning person either but... laying with her for a little while longer doesnt sound too bad

KALLAMAR

has a whole routine that he does before going to sleep so youre going to have to wait for him to do that and finish

like his sister, hes also a blanket thief and cold blooded- not opposed to snatching you up under the covers and wrapping himself around you for some added warmth

as well as some touch, he seems like the type to love physical touch

not at all subtle about wanting you to lay down with him- hes not openly begging but he makes it clear that he doesnt mind sharing with you

kind of damp :( barely noticeable for the most part but still

SHAMURA

i like to think that even as a follower, theyre still pretty tall so there isn't much room to spare on the bed depending on what size the mattress is

i can see them offering to let you take the bed, with them staying awake rather than sleeping on the floor

but if you insist on sharing the bed with them theyre mindful of your space and do their best to not smother you or push you off

puts your preferences and needs above their own- do you need sound? you can go ahead and play some.. need all the lights to be blacked out? they can help keep the light out. lets you sleep in

[bnuuys-writing]

Part Two of Roc!Kalim x Reader x Naga!Jamil

Part two of Roc!Kalim x reader x Naga!Jamil! Why cant I make this easy for myself... Why cant I just write ONESHOTS. but anyway, sorry for the wait, hope y'all enjoy!!!

Part one!

-Bnuuy Out!

The area around you felt sharp, almost too sharp. The sun was shining brightly down on you as you could still hear the rustling of leaves around you. Yet, as you began to shift around just slightly, the aroma lifting up off of the sharp yet oddly soft in some areas began to slowly catch up to you. What was the last thing that happened to you? From what you could recall, you could feel the hot breaths of the naga ever so close to your neck, fangs dripping and ready to strike only to get snatched up into the air by the roc… Yet, there was certainly no way that you could’ve understood them. Maybe, just maybe you were finally loosing your mind.

“I think theyre waking up Jamil!” A voice exclaimed excitedly as you felt something shift against you, and suddenly you were enveloped in something softer than the sharp bedding underneath you.

“Joyous.” A voice hissed out, sarcasm seeping through the words almost as sharp as a blade. As your eyes began to flutter open, you could only blink a few times as you began to clear up your foggy vision… What was in front of you? What was tan, white and red all at the same time- OH!

Shooting back from your spot, getting farther and farther away from the looming feathered face of the Roc who only seemed eerily delighted to see that you were finally awake. Gaze shooting around everywhere in trying to understand where you are, what happened and why arent you back in your classroom?!

You were currently stuffed in a nest full of feathers, skeletons, and twigs and what could be assumed shredded buckets. Wait- Where was your labcoat?! Gaze shuffling around once more, you ended up finding the stained item tucked within the nest, clearly it having been favored by the roc-creature itself, and having it imbedded into his nest. As your gaze looked around, you found yourself staring at the tail of the naga that was perched on top of the edges of the nest. For as big as the Roc was for him to build such a large nest, the naga could wrap around at least a third of it.

“Holy f-” Before you could even finish that statement, your hands were snatched up once more in the roc’s hands as you could feel the nest shake as the bird feet patted against it to get to your side.

“Can you understand us, human? You must! Right?! I gave you some of my magic in hopes that someone would understand us- Yet, previous caretakers only seemed to go crazy after the fact that they learned they could understand us!” The hybrid spoke loudly and cheerfully, still holding your hands within his taloned own as he shook your hand up and down a few times. Yet, you could only stare at him in shock of your own comprehension of being able to actually understand them.

“Great, you broke your new toy, Kalim. Now can I eat them?” The naga spoke with an irritated hiss, eyes slitted in your direction as the vibrant red and black colors of his tail seemed to shimmer in the sunlight and with- Ah, so he didnt have a rattle, but it was the jewelry within his hair that crashed together to sound like such a rattle. Although, the white haired… Feathered? Creature only seemed to frown at his comment.

“Now, now, Jamil! They are our guest! They dont seem to be freaking out just yet!” This so-called ‘Kalim’ spoke out to what his name, you assumed to be, Jamil. Perhaps you were crazy. Or at least going crazy. They never marked down that Roc’s were MYTHICAL creatures. Who could just LEND out magic. Well either this was a breakthrough or you hit your head at some point… Or you’re already dead and this is just your cursed afterlife dream.

“Am I dead?” You questioned out slightly while blinking, feeling your arms going numb as Kalim slowly stopped shaking your hands only to hear a loud laugh coming out from him.

“Dead? No! You almost were but I plucked you out before Jamil could poison you! But it would actually just paralyze you and I think-” Before Kalim could continue, Jamil let out a loud hiss which shut up the white feathered one.

“They don't need to know about my poison.” Jamil hissed out as he began to slither on the edge towards you, and wisely in your case, only seemed to shift closer to the large bird man in slight protection and to avoid his gaze. Instead finding yourself gazing down at where his human-like abdomen morphs into scales and to stronger muscles that seem that they could suffocate you within seconds.

“Scared of me? Good.” The naga hissed out as he seemed to snatch your stained lab coat and throw it at you aggressively. Clearly, he had not been favored in his wants, eating you. “Now Kalim, before we get in trouble, we should return them where they belong. Which isn't up in this nest.” Jamil seemed to scold Kalim who only scooped you up into his slightly feathered arms. It felt weird being held by a bare chest that was also covered in feathers that lead to four monstrous feathered legs and a pair of large wings began to slowly spread out from behind Kalim.

Everything was just so weird and odd that you couldn't seem to help but begin laughing as you clutched your lab coat in your arms. Certainly, this was just a weird afterlife and you were most certainly either paralyzed, poisoned, and having a fever dream from the Naga… Right? RIGHT?!

“See, you broke them.” Jamil only pointed out once more before finding his exit and began to slither down the tree, using his nails and strong tail muscles to scale down the large tree. Meanwhile, Kalim only held you close in your boisterous laughter, a bright smile still on his face as he looked down at you.

“Oh! I don't think they're broken! They're just probably having the time of their life right now!” Kalim stated as with two strong beats of his wings, you were shot up into the air with him still holding you against his chest and slowly, the descent was calming and peaceful with a cool breeze hitting your face and the fact that a stray feather was stabbing into your side… What was it you were taught? That creature of feather needed regular pruning?

With a loud thump and the wind falling away from your face, you were back on the ground again. Or well. In Kalim's protective grasp as he stood on the ground. Jamil was hanging on a low branch of a tree, level eye to eye with you as he didn't seem all too pleased with this outcome. And your professor said it was better to stay underneath the foliage of the trees than be out in the open, with how you are currently being treated, you'd prefer being snatched out in the open than deal with being bit under protection.

A growl emitted from your stomach that seemed to cut off all trains of thought. How long have you been out? Was Professor Crewel looking for you even? Or did he consider you a dead case?

“Oh! You are hungry! We have—” Yet Kalim was cut off by a hiss from Jamil, his slitted eyes staring at his feathered companion.

“We will not be sharing our food. They can just be returned to their masters and be fed.” Jamil hissed out at Kalim who only seemed to pout at the complaints.

“I just wanted to be a good host!” Kalim stated, and gently sat you down on the ground as the two began to bicker back and forth… Back and forth… To feed you, or to eat you… With whatever strange courage you had left, and whatever had blessed you with stealth. You ended up finding yourself sneaking away from the bickering only to start fully booking it away once you thought you were far away enough from them.

The exit. Remember where the exit was. Of course, you were unconscious but there had been reports of possible hypotheticals of where the Roc's nest was. At least one of them HAD to be true! Legs guiding you through the forest only to find yourself at an all too familiar sight. The watering hole and their food bowl. The bucket that had their meals had gone missing but that didn't matter. What mattered currently is that you knew where you were at now.

You could feel yourself heaving with every breath you took. Every step you made felt like it echoed in your ears. You felt like you were being hunted. A rattle could be heard not too far away, and the sound of a whistle could be heard from the roc's wings. They had taken notice of your missing presence, and you thought for sure this time. This time, the Naga wasn't going to spare you if given a second chance. Finding yourself as the split road you found yourself at before and unfortunately at the cliff face, you knew this time not to head down that path. This time, you would be safe. This time, you will survive.

An echo of a hiss rang out in your left ear and you could feel your body jump to the right. The correct path as the body of the naga striked, his teeth finding purchase in bark instead of your skin. A squawk could be heard from not too far away but this time, you're sure with all this foliage, Kalim wouldn't be able to help you against Jamil.

Bolting right, you could taste victory on your tongue. Seeing the metal door and metal pinpad under lock and key. Reaching into your pocket as you ran, you couldn't feel it. Only air was all you could feel as you took the chance to glance down at your pocket to see that one hole you patched up had been ripped open once more. How? When?

You could see your lab coat nestled in the roc's nest. As if he took personal favor to it.

The naga snatched your coat out from the nest, throwing it at you with force as if he was displeased with your state.

Stopping at the door, looking at the pinpad that was locked underneath a weather protection shield and all you could cheat was the rattle. The jingle of metals.

“Looking for these, human…?” The voice spoke smoothly. Almost suave-like as if he was baiting you to look at him. Look into his eyes. You looked into the reflection of the metal door to see Jamil holding the keys between pinched fingers, a satisfied smirk on his face as if he had won this game.

Slowly turning around to face him, you didn't dare quite meet his eyes. You knew what would've happened if you did.

“Give them back.” Your voice came out strained from your panting breaths, your hungry stomach, your chapped lips from lack of water. Adrenaline was coursing through your body and you felt like he knew that. You could see a forked tongue slipped out from his mouth, flicking in the air in your direction before it clicked in your mind.

He could smell it. He could smell your fear, your panic, your sweat. Lastly, he could smell that you were prey.

“You lost.” Jamil could only reply with a loud cackle of a laugh. It was only seconds before he was ready to take mercy upon you and strike. It was seconds before you had to make a choice.

“Before you eat me—!” You voice cracked slightly in your rush. You had to stall for something. You could feel it in your bones you had to make something up! Stall your imminent death with the naga. He only seemed to raise an eyebrow, crossing his arms and waiting for you to continue.

“You know… I've always found that you would be more interested to learn about than the Roc.” Your voice was shaky, was this even going to work? In your days of studying about these creatures, you felt like you knew nothing at this moment. So from what you had on them from experience, you had to twist it into your own win. “I always thought snakes were a bit more… Interesting. Than oversized birds.”

This seemed to offput Jamil, were you complimenting him before your death? Looking at the grim reaper in the face and telling him you like his cloak? His red eyes slowly turned back to their brown ones as he slid ever so slightly closer to you, a large smirk on his face at hearing praises fill his ears.

“And? Go on.” Jamil egged you on, puffing out his chest ever so slightly as his hood seemed to go down back underneath his brown hair. The red scales seemed eerie as they got closer to your form, encircling you as a python would its prey.

“And your scales are much more refined with color than white feathers… Your intelligence seems to know no bounds compared to your feathered companion.” You hummed out, eyes glancing at the keys before looking at his tail that was wrapping slowly up your legs.

“If you're not so scared of me and favor me more than Kalim, why don't you look me in the eyes.” Jamil stated, a clawed hand tilting your chin upwards as the metal hair bands clanged together, creating that all too ominous rattle.

Your gaze went from the adjunction of his snake body to his human body, following up his chest to finally finding his eyes. Yet, that was your mistake as his brown eyes seemed to flash red, unable to move, unable to think, unable to fight back, and unable to run.

“You lost.” As Jamil seemed to lean down closer to you, fangs out and ready to strike. Praying to a higher, or mayhap a feathered being to save you again, you couldn't dare think of anyway other worse to die.

With a loud hiss, and clang of a metal door opening, you could feel yourself getting yanked back by the collar of your lab coat and a loud “GET BACK PUP” ringing through your ears as you could see Jamil hiss in anger as he was hit with the whip that you could only decipher was Professor Crewel coming to your aid. Keys were dropped, and the naga retreated hastily in order to not be hit once more. But that didn't stop words from echoing in your ear.

“I'll be back for you, prey.”

[bcolfanfic]

Ahh id love to hear some hcs about the time when theyre trying to get bucky help/make him realise he needs to try and get help (even if that too turns to be difficult when they hit a wall at the VAs office)

poor sweet bub </3

in my head- it takes a minute after they get home for things to really get as bad as they do. when he first goes back to wyoming with gale and they get their marriage license the minute they're back (they say they'll have an Actual Wedding later, they just want it on paper asap), even though his mind is racing, he's kinda in lalaland just happy to be out of the war. and with gale and starting their life together.

then when the "newness" does start to wear off, he's antsy to really tell gale that he's struggling because he's scared of popping his bubble and "ruining everything". '

so he doesn't say anything- and just kinda starts spiraling into depression. sleeping more, crying in the shower, feeling really Out Of It when he is awake etc etc.

gale notices something is off right away, but bucky wont talk to him so it doesn't really get very far- until one of the nights bucky gets out of bed in the middle of the night and gale finds him just sitting in the living room crying into his hands </3

sits with him and bucky just kinda blubbers about everything and about how out of whack he's felt and how guiltily he feels over it. this is elaborated on more in the fic im working on- but to begin with gale encourages bucky to talk to the va, and it's him doing that advocating for himself at first, or at least trying to. there's a little movement, he gets an initial appointment and talks to someone but then in the attempting to have consistent, ongoing assistance is when things start to go sideways,

and after one call with them where he gets especially frustrated and really freaks out gale decides to take over trying to handle the va for him.

he has "episodes" kinda similar to the whole baseball thing- and mostly at night. in a way gale almost trains himself to sense when he's awake and not in bed anymore, and it really freaks him out the few times bucky ends up going outside at night. he only ever goes out into their backyard, and gale always manages to get him inside and back to bed safely, even if it takes a bit.

but a part of his increasing frustration with trying to get him help is that he's terrified that one night he isn't just going to be in the yard, or he's not going to wake up/realize he's gone and bucky's going to get hurt. and he knows he wouldn't forgive himself if anything did happen to him.

bucky talks to curt quite a bit when all of this is going on, in that he still feels like he's burdening gale with certain things and curt is "different". especially when a lot of his shit comes from blaming himself for curt getting hurt/his EOD unit not finding the explosive that blew his leg off, in a way it helps to talk to him as much as he can because it drills into his head that curt is alive and doesn't hate him for what happened.

[coffeeghoulie]

well you KNOW im gonna come in here and ask for mountrain. whatever your heart desires so long as theyre disgustingly in love abt it ♡

i gotchu <3 it's been a Hot Minute since I've written mountrain, hopefully this is sappy enough lmao

Winter peeks around the corner, temperatures dropping with the leaves, everything dreary and grey before the first inevitable snowfall covers the dead vegetation, brown grass and barren trees. Mountain slips out of bed and makes the trek down to his greenhouse every morning, long before the sun rises, to make sure his plants, his babies, are ready before the snow chokes the life out of them.

He can feel the coldspell incoming, feels it in the way the his joints start aching, deep in the bone. He swallows hard, looking at the work he has in front of him. The glass panels need to be inspected for damage, replaced and insulated. The pipes need to be drained, so they don't freeze and burst. All of his fragile plants need to be covered and brought inside. The whole building needs to be cleaned, top to bottom, including his makeshift nest area in the back corner.

It's necessary work, Mountain knows it, has done it every fall for years. It still doesn't mean he likes doing it. It's, for lack of a better term, a mountain of work. But it has to get done. So Mountain squares his shoulders in the pre-dawn darkness and gets to work.

He loses himself in it, doing his best to ignore his sore joints as he hauls potted plants inside, checking over each leaf and stem for disease. He works, making countless trips in and out of the freezing air as the sun starts peeking out over the treeline, tinging the dark sky with pinks and oranges, the budding light softening the florescents that light the greenhouse.

It's quiet work, almost meditative, which means he jumps nearly a foot off of the ground when someone knocks at the door. Mountain spins, very nearly dropping the potted petunias he's hauling in. His heartrate calms as he realizes it's his mate, waving at him through the glass. He smiles, warmth spreading in his chest, gesturing for Rain to come in.

Rain slips into the greenhouse, latching the door behind him. He's got two large thermoses tucked under his arms, and Mountain groans in appreciation, striding over to his mate and taking the thermos Rain offers to him.

"G'morning, sunflower," Rain says, voice sticky with sleep. He's clearly just woken up, pulled on one of Mountain's sweatshirts, the hem coming down to his mid thigh, over his pajamas and made the journey out to the greenhouse in the cold November morning just to bring him tea.

"Morning, tadpole," Mountain says, cupping Rain's jaw with a big hand, leaning down to steal a kiss from his mate. His skin is cool to the touch, and Mountain tries to push his body heat into his mate like a fire ghoul would.

Rain hums, shivering as Mountain's pinkie brushes against his uppermost gill. "Bed was cold," he whispers against Mountain's lips. "You'd been gone so long, figured you might like something hot to drink."

Mountain pulls back, reluctantly letting go of his mate's face to crack open the thermos. He's hit with the herbal scent of his favorite tea, steaming up and curling around him. He takes a sip, eyes fluttering shut as the taste hits him.

"I love you, tadpole," Mountain says, groaning as he greedily drinks down his preferred green tea blend, the one he adds mint to. Rain knows just how he likes his tea, two spoons of honey from the hives he keeps.

Rain grins, flashing his serrated, shark like teeth before taking a swig from his own thermos, the smell of chai drifting from his. "Love you too, Mount," he says, leaning in to nuzzle against his shoulder, not quite awake enough to fuss over the dirt that always, inevitably, ends up caked on Mountain's clothes while he works.

Mountain sets down the thermos, turning back to the water ghoul and wrapping his arms around his waist. Rain smiles wider, looping his arms around Mountain's neck, standing up on his tiptoes to do so. "Hey, baby," Rain laughs. "What's up with you?"

He sighs, Rain's smile contagious. Mountain ducks down and presses a kiss between Rain's seaglass horns. "So glad I met you," he whispers against the blue black waves of his hair, mussed from sleep.

Rain nods minutely. "Me too."

The world shrinks until it's just the two of them, no cold bed, no ever-looming snow. They stand there, basking in the warm humidity of the greenhouse and each other's presence. Everything smells of green tea and plant life and rich, warm earth.

Eventually, Rain pulls back. "It's cold, sunflower, how are your hands holding up?"

Mountain makes a noncommittal noise, but Rain levels him with a glare, and his shoulders slump. "A little stiff," he admits, removing one hand from Rain's slight waist, examining the redness at his knuckles, wind-whipped and raw.

Rain hums, snatching Mountain's hand in between his own. "Oh, baby, that looks like it hurts," he says, rubbing his thumb over his tender knuckles. "I know you've got that balm somewhere, the one with the aloe and the calendula?"

"It's back by my bed," Mountain says. "I'll put some on when I've finished this."

"Nope." Rain chuckles, slipping out of Mountain's grasp and rummaging through the cabinet near Mountain's personal corner. "You've been at this for hours, sunflower, we're putting some of that on, and we're going to take a cuddle break, and then I will help you get the greenhouse finished, okay?"

Mountain smiles as Rain returns with the tin of balm, already opening it and taking a dollop of it. "Alright, tadpole."

Rain takes his hands, rubbing the ointment into Mountain's knuckles, tenderly caressing the damaged skin. He works in silence, before capping the balm and taking Mountain by the hand, leading him back to the daybed he keeps in the corner.

Mountain kicks off his muddy boots before laying down, opening his arms for his mate. Rain follows suit, unlacing his boots before tucking himself into the crook of Mountain's arm, snuggling into the earth ghoul's embrace.

"I love you," Rain whispers, eyes slipping shut.

Mountain yawns, long and low. "I love you too."

[pumpkinsy0]

Papercut taking late night drives together hcs? I personally hc that when Ponys anxious he'd like to go on drives to help clear his head and stuff

•they'll find any reason to go on a car ride, they both like car rides, feelin sick?? car ride!!! bored??? car ride???? car ride???? car ride.

•at some point they dont even need to ask, curly just gets up and gets the keys and he signals to pony that hes goin out for a drive and pony can come along w, pony just brings a blanket too, he’ll forget a jacket but not a damn blanket😭

•they talk about everything but at the same time nothing at all, they like the quiet and they like the scenery, they also cant stay silent for so long w the other just right there but also they got something on their minds holding them back from doing their normal banter, they do still play fight a lil tho, just bc curlys in the passenger seat doesnt mean pony wont flick his ear

•they dont drive that far out, maybe like a neighborhood or 2 down from where they live, they also make small comments about how some ppl decorated the outside of their house😭

•they try using different routes everytime they go out driving to shake things up a bit, however i would be a big fat liar if i aint say that they would get lost sometimes

•if pony was feeling like sad or woke up after a nightmare and thats y theyre going for a ride, curly would drive right near where the forest are, he HATES driving near the forest bc those trees seem WAY taller than they normally r, but pony seems to like the quiet there so why not

•if hes feelin it, maybe he shares whats bothering him

•the radio is most likely on, but not turned up all the way, curlys too tired to be his loud self and pony doesnt want to be 100% awake either, he still wants to sleep after this

•car rides when its raining???? yea thats definitely their form of therapy, does basically the same thing for them, bc the windows have condensation on em they draw on em, curlys driving tho so its mostly only at red lights

•if theres a gas station near by u can bet ur bottom dollar they stopped buy for snacks, and by they, i mean curly, pony was too comfortable in that passenger seat to rlly get up

•they TRY playing car games like i spy, but curlys a lil asshole and kept changing what he was seeing or tried being a smart ass

•poor pony cant even play it properly, he was going “i soy with my little eye” and then he’s accidentally say what he was looking at

•anyways the car ride back home is just quiet, theres rlly nothing to say anymore, it was just a quick thing to do

•if ponys asleep on the ride home i KNOW he wakes up when he feels that turn, he just knows where hes at even while sleeping, its so engraved into his head

•as soon as they get back in the bedroom the immediately plop down and go right back to bed, as soon as their eyes closed they r OUT

[minihotdog]

Fearless Magazine

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

Prompt:

A mysterious stranger leaves an item of the main character’s front door with a note attached saying “For a rainy day”

***

“If you like him just go and tell him,” Lynn says to me curtly

“And what if he doesn’t like me and is just trying to use me?” I say exasperated.

Lynn looks up from her lunch to face me, “He kissed you, what more do you need? A proposal?”

I sigh and rest my head on my hand, “We both know his reputation.”

Eric was well known for a loner but when he did entertain the presence of a woman it was always a hit and quit.

“Yeah, he’s a whore,” Lynn spits out the statement as if she was claiming that water is wet. “However, he did more with you than he’s done with any other girl.”

“What’s that?”

“Talked to you and acknowledged your presence afterwards,” She says before stuffing her face with food. “He’s probably been laying awake at night thinking about his beautiful Y/n,” Lynn says mockingly, she hugs the air and makes kissy noises. I ball up a napkin and throw it at her while she laughs.

“He made his move, your turn.”

“Ugh! Why is this so complicated?” I ask myself while rubbing my forehead with my fingers.

“I still can’t believe big bad Eric is a softie for you!” 

“Whatever! I’m going back to work!”

***

All day Eric and I caught eachother’s eye. At one point he even winked at me.

I don’t wanna be another girl you charm and then throw off to the side.

I sit on my bed against the wall. My thoughts going back to the night he kissed me, the way his hands felt on me, his soft lips on mine.

The dating cultures of Amity and Dauntless were complete opposites. Dauntless moved too fast. You meet someone and by the first date you are together, left to figure things out as you go.

In Amity, you begin by leaving a gift of the person’s doorstep and if theyre interested, they’ll leave on on yours. Each gift comes with a note telling them about yourself and your favorite things, in hopes that you have some in common. From there you’ll meet in person and go for a walk or sit down and get to know each other. 

Maybe I should give him a gift.

Eric’s Pov

I sit on my couch with my useless leg propped up by a pillow flipping through a book I’ve read a thousand times. *Knock* *Knock*

Who the fuck is that?

I grab my crutch off the coffee table and rock myself forward in a huff. I frown to myself thinking about all the times I took having two working legs for granted.

I look through the peephole.

Oh my fucking god not this again.

I open the door and come face to face with the last person I wanted to see: the faction gossip.

“Hello, Samantha. What can I do for you?” I try my best to be nice to an elder but pieces of my dislike for her seep through.

“What’s this someone left on your doorstep?” She pries.

“I don’t know, I didn’t know it was there.” 

She looks at me suspiciously pursing her lips, the deep wrinkles on her face showing contempt.

“You better not be fooling around with anymore girls,” She warns me before handing me the box that she no doubt opened before knocking on my door.

“I never was,” I defend myself. The glare she shoots my way almost makes mine look like child’s play. “Ma’am,” I add quickly hoping she’d put the glare away. 

“Boy, don’t lie to me. I’ve seen the girls coming in and out of your room.” She puts her finger on my chest, poking me to emphasis her words. “There was that one with the funny accent and then a blonde one that was here the other day.”

“First off, the one with the accent was my ex girlfriend of two years, who hasn’t been here in months. And second, I didn’t have a blonde woman in my room recently.”

“Of course you did! She was the weird looking one with the short hair.” She argues.

“FOUR!?” I blurt out coming to the realization.

“Young man don’t you raise your voice at me!”

“Yes, ma’am, I didn’t mean to. Can I please go inside, I need to take my medication.” I lie while motioning to my cast, desperately trying to get away from her.

She waves her hand in a “go away” motion before turning away from my door.

I shut the door almost leaning against it with relief. I crutch my way back to my spot on the couch, sitting with the box on my lap. I examine the unexpected gift, I almost chortle at the polka-dot box stuck to the top as I open it. Inside lies a container with hot chocolate written across in red with a little santa in a sleigh and a note: “For a rainy day 🙂” written in cursive. 

I flip the note looking for a sender but find nothing. I can only assume it’s from Y/n, trying to court me with her Amity-ness. 

My grin stifles as I remember what Elder Samantha said, “You better not be fooling around with anymore girls!”

Is that what she’s been telling the faction? That I’m hopping bed to bed!?

My heart begins to feel heavy at the thought of Y/n hearing the rumors. I can only wonder what she’ll think of me when she does hear. As fierce as she is, deep down she’s still shy and delicate. She hasn’t been entirely conditioned to dauntless and the viciousness of the elders that live to complain about the changes in the faction, even improvements from when they were young.

What if she already knows?

Y/n’s Pov

“I forgot to put my name on it!”

Lynn hits her forehead with her hand. 

“Who else could it have been from?!” She looks at me flabbergasted. “I don’t understand these dating rituals. In Candor you just go up to someone and tell them ‘I like you’. None of these theatrics,” She says disgruntled. 

I frown at her, “I’d hate to get broken up by a Candor. They’d probably sit there and tell you every little thing that’s wrong with you until shrink,” I cross my arms. 

“That’s the good part! It helps you improve as a person.” 

We go silent upon hearing Eric’s crutch echo down the hallway. He comes through the door, usually he’d at least glance in my direction but today he looked at the ground when he passed me.

“Uh oh,” Lynn whispers before taking a sip of her latte. “Maybe he’s allergic to chocolate and thought you were trying to kill him.”

I shoot her a sharp look.

***

That day I noticed Eric was more to himself than usual. He didn’t stay late with me as he had the last two days. I wanted to ask him if he was alright but didn’t want to step out of bounds. 

Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe he found another girl.

I fuss to myself. It was a friday night and I was cooped up in my bedroom ignoring Lynn’s texts telling me to come out. 

Maybe I should go out and get my mind off him.

[sneezeshame]

a sickie succumbing to a nasty midwinter cold, but they still want to make it home from a trip in time for christmas. they sound so bad over the phone that their partner says not to bother and to stay home and rest because it’s a horribly long trip, but theyre determined. they pack their bags and, after a night where their stuffy nose keeps them from sleeping well, they make their way to the economy class flight scheduled for early in the morning.

it’s a 9 hour flight and they feel horrible the whole way. they try to sleep, but they can’t quite get comfortable, and whenever they dose off a little they let out little stuffy snorts and snores from their cold, which they feel terribly self consious about. the pressure makes their sinuses ache and their stuffed up ears pop, their face hurts, and the dry air of the cabin doesn’t help their throat or nose. by the time they land they’re starting to get a wet, chesty cough and chills to go with everything, but they buy another full tissue box and make their way to their connecting flight, only struggling to stay awake during an hour layover.

another four hours there, and again they try to sleep with their lap overflowing with used tissues, but they barely sleep a wink. their nose whistles and snuffles and burbles. their cold is so wet and obvious and severe that other passengers try their best to avoid them. they just can’t get comfortable, and again the take off and landing puts even more pressure on their overfull sinuses and ears. by the time they stagger off the plane they feel like death warmed over, but it’s dark again now, theyre horribly jet lagged, and they need to drive another three hours through the ice and snow home.

they get into their car and immedietely sneeze all over the steering wheel. it’s a relief to not have to hide their disgusting sick nose sounds now that theyre alone, but the chills and aches and coughing and sneezing are miserable at this point. they honestly wonder if they should have stayed at the hotel as their partner wanted them to. between the ice, snowstorm, sneezing, and need for breaks to drink more coffee, the trip takes five hours instead of three, and they struggle to stay awake the whole time.

they shiver as they pull into the driveway and cough as their partner runs out to greet them. “Dodd ged doo glose,” they say as a warning, “Budd berry grisdbas. I bissed you so budge.” they sound disgusting; their partner is happy to see them, but terribly worried. they urge them to shower; by the time they get out, their partner has the humidifier running on high and severe cold and flu medicine set out for them, but it’s also 1am, and the sickie was feeling themselves almost fall asleep in the shower.

“By dose bages gross doises whedd I sleeb righd dow,” they warn with a congested sniffle. their partner reassures them that they don’t care what they sound like; they just want them to rest. between the cold medicine and the humidifer and this reassurance, they fall into a loud, snoring, congested sleep.

the plan was to meet their partner’s family at 8am on christmas morning, but at 6am the sickie is shaken awake and feels utterly horrible-- the long, sleepless travel home, coupled with stress and the jetlag, has caused the cold to grow even worse, and they feel absolutely knocked flat on their back even with a generous dose of medicine. their partner takes their temperature; theyre running a fever of 102, and their partner decides the sickie will be spending christmas in bed, both for their own health and to keep from spreading this awful bug around any further. the sickie, propped up in bed to help them breathe, barely awake, is quick to fall back asleep.

their partner visits their family, but only briefly, citing how ill their partner is. when they get home, the sickie is still fast asleep, although it’s uncomfortable and theyre clearly fighting for it-- the cold is loud and full of snorts and whistling and wheezing and coughing. they might have been fine if they’d just stayed for a few more days, but a proper trip to the doctor might be in order now...

[amourjins]

i'm having pov!aeri thoughts rn so i'm sharing them

pov!aeri who likes to give little gifts to y/n. flowers, stuffed animals, lego structure of something y/n likes, etc. likes sending them hoping she can make y/n's day better and make her smile!!!

loser!pov!aeri who can't sleep one night so she's ends up being bored, all pouty bc she'a missing her gf, and then comes up with the most WONDERFUL idea to facetime y/n at like 2 in the morning. y/n answering the call, asking aeri if something was wrong and then the loser says "i just miss you" and then all of a sudden y/n is wide awake and all her attention is on her gf now. then she takes a good look at aeri's appearance.

aeri's wearing pajamas with cute cartoons on them, a headband like in that one recent live ykyk, a stuffed animal in her arms (you cannot tell me this loser doesn't sleep with a stuffed animal), or maybe she's building a new lego set she had recently bought.

loser!pov!aeri who -during her's and y/n's secret dating era- gets jealous whenever she sees someone getting a little too close tp y/n for her liking, and going all quiet and sad because she can't go do anything since they're not out to anyone yet. but!!!! she ends up becoming really clingy towards y/n when their alone, refusing to tell her why she's being so clingy but ends up giving in and rambling about hwo she got jealous and that's why she's being clingy.

y/n teasing her for it, making aeri look at her with big puppy eyes with a pout :(((

but y/n ends up just pulling aeri into her arms, RUNS HER FINGERS TO HER HAIR BC AERI LOVES WHEN Y/N DOES IT, and reassuring her that there's no one she'll ever love the way she love's her :((( my turn when

that's all for tonight!!! i'll comeback with more soon ;)

OKAY YES. pov!aeri nd her love language being gift giving + acts of service. like its just “i got you this,” “i built you this,,” left and right to yn!!! yn’s room is filled with aeri’s gifts n her lego sets that she built for her Hjsjsjsslaosjxnxsosis

wait WAIT WAIT HEAR ME OUT bc yn tetxing aeri that shes getting her nails done n aeri texting back like

(a) — how much?

(yn) - $75! why?

(a) — [apple pay of $150] ,, show me what it looks like after, pretty girl 💕

THIS SONF. (sorry i love piwon) + late night calls w/ loser!pov!aeri n pov!yn,, nd YES the stuffed animals.. literally has a whole setup of them on her bed + her gaming desk.. maybe yn at aeri’s house n she looks over at aeri’s bed, seeing sm plushies n stuffed animals. yn sees one that catches her eye.. (its a black cat that yn thinks resembles aeri methinks!)

“can i take one?” yn would say out of nowhere!!!

“..huh?”

“i want one,”

“okay,”

aeri’s staring at yn confused, yn walking over n taking the black cat that caught her eye!!! (she sleeps w it every night.. maybe cs it has aeri’s signature perfume on it..)

BACK TO THE LATE NIGHT CALL!!!! the pajamas lmfao 😭 on call, aeri’s searching for something and then she magically pulls out a fucking lego set?? like girl its 2am i dont think you need to be building legos rn..

ororor maybe she decides to play games n shares her monitor screen so yn can watch!!! :3 (even though shes eepy n doesnt understand half the things shes doing)

YES aeri getting possessive n jealous whenever someone gets too close up to yn.. or maybe yn interacting with one of her friends!

aeri glaring DAGGERS at whoever the someone (..possibly jake) is, wanting to kill tjem!!!

when theyre in private, aeri having her hands all over yn after the whole tjikf?? saying shit like “tell them to get off of you,” while still being pouty !!!

aeri digging her head into yn’s shoulder nd having her arms around yn’s waist.. oops going insane!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Waking them up w/ a morning kiss! (TADC edition)

slowly but surely i am approaching the end of my tycoon... and yet despite the exhaustion creeping and making a home in my bones, i do not feel the desire to go to bed. perhaps its self destruction or carelessness, i'll be damned that this is the most productive ive been writing wise in a hot minute anyways requests are open

CAINE:

well this is assuming he sleeps... which personally, while i think the others CAN sleep (although they dont need to), i dont think.. caine can.. i think when he falls asleep its akin to how computers to. but one little tap is enough to snap him right back... so you may get startled when he snaps his jaws open the second your lips make contact with his teeth... but dont be alarmed...! hes not upset.. actually i think if anything he might be a little shocked at the gesture... oh he should have done it to you, damn it! definitely going to try to one up you that day, no one gets the jump on # 1 reader simp, Caine!!! 8/10 hes still very giddy and happy about it and hes in a good mood for the entire day

POMNI:

i think she might be a little too groggy to realize youve kissed her, but will flutter her eyes open if you give her another kiss. gets really red in the face before pushing herself deeper under the covers... i think shes generally like that with random gestures of affection and love, so please dont take this as her not enjoying the act! i promise she does like it, its just between this being standard reaction for her and just waking up shes a little... more bashful than she normally would be.. i think she would try to do the same to you the following day.. or maybe do a surprise gesture for you in return to even out the score! 7/10 very cute

RAGATHA:

as time passes i find myself making ragatha more and more of a sap, and honestly i dont hate the direction im going in. i think if you woke her up with a kiss, she would be smiling throughout the day and like caine, be in a more upbeat mood! its such a small thing to wake up to, but it means the world to her, you know? know these are starting to sound samesy with the 'returning the favor' thing but i think ragatha would at least double what you did for her.. you better incorporate the morning kisses into your routine because small stuff like that goes a long way for ragatha! 8/10

JAX:

i think he might just look at you before flipping over to face the other way and try to go back to sleep. its not totally to be mean to you and him being 'eeeewww affection' but mostly because hes not really.... a morning person. he never will be. kiss him all you want, hes not going to wake up... if he doesnt turn over, hes probably going to tug you to his chest and hold you still. probably grumbles at you to stop because he wants to sleep in that morning... but hey, look at it this way, you got some cuddling now! so hey at least theres some side of trade 5/10

KINGER:

i think he might nuzzle into your cheek and try to give you a 'kiss' back when he realizes what youre doing. pulls you to his chest, but he has full intent (unlike jax who mostly just wanted to keep you put and to make you stop moving around)... he may not have arms, but hes going to try his damndest to use his hands to keep you close... tries to push off the beginning of the day for a while longer... despite kinger actually being a morning person. leads to the two of you having a mumbled conversation about your dreams... very nice very sweet 8/10

ZOOBLE:

oh zooble is very much NOT a morning person, but i dont think they would be as mean as jax... they might mumble and tell you to hold back, but once theyre fully awake theyre going to set down some boundaries and apologize if they had upset you. they just dont like being woken up, no matter how sweetly... unless theres an emergency, they dont want to be woken up... though even then they might still be a little irritated... i think in this case swapping out morning kisses for something else that works better for both of you is the best course of action here 6/10

GANGLE:

i think she would lean right into it... maybe she wraps herself around you, if she hadnt already done that in her sleep... her mask is a little cold, so it might shock you a little and wake you up a lot more than you were expecting... oh i think gangle would feel bad about that... she didnt mean to make you uncomfortable (even though ultimately, youre not)...i think throughout the day she might be more happy and bubbly, perhaps even putting herself out more than she normally would. definitely a confidence boost for her! she even doesnt seem as sad or upset when her comedy mask breaks... i mean shes still... upset.. but not as much as she normally would be 7/10 very cute

[crushedsweets]

tumblr user crushedsweets i am here to ask you another question about toby nat and nina. if nina was able to convince them into having a sleepover, how do you think it would go. what games would they play? what snacks would they make? who would inevitably wind up passing out on the floor with the other two comfortable on the bed? who would fall asleep first? i love them so much and i love your hcs for them

tumblr user anon i am here to cry because this is the perfect ask.... ok im starting now. this is mostly nina-centric cuz toby and nat are just following along. much more playful type headcanons

ok. ok.

toby would totally let nina and nat stay the night at his cabin if the other proxies were gone, he wouldn't need much convincing cuz nat already stays over a lot and ninas ... sweet enough. but in that case he wouldn't let them do any sleepover type stuff bc 'its my house im not watching twilight' (twilight reminds him of lyra). it wouldnt really be a fun sleepover or anything, but they'd bake cookies or something with nina for sure. prob got high/drunk too

now for more cutesy less edgy stuff...... i will be babygirlifying them all for these hcs... sorry not sorry. not canon to creeped(MAYBE).

BUT she'd definitely have to do more coaxing to get toby to come to her apartment. she lives in the city and that's not really his thing, but nat works over there so it's whatever to her.

assuming jeff is gone (only way tobys coming over), nina would be so cute about it. she'd have a blow up mattress set up in the living room, brought several bags of different candies and chips, put up random fairy lights, lit some candles so it smells sweet. her apartment is usually a little messy cuz she's a busy girl but for them . . she cleaned.

i could see nina being a really touchy person, constantly hooking arms with people and hugging them and playing with peoples fingers and stuff. it would take toby and nat forever to get used to it bc its admittedly kinda weird and invades personal space but she's so genuine with it and sweet and like :D theyre like OKAY FINE . so they'd just be walking around doing whatever and nina would pop up grabbing them like 'what r u doing in my kitchen :) the movies still playing :) youre missing the climax :) theres food out there :) youre making me mad :)'. or sitting watching a movie n she dozes off on their shoulder. etc.

nina would be swapping movies between things like 'to all the boys ive ever loved' to like... saw. oddly enough nat and toby are more likely to sit still and watch the romcoms just cuz they get invested in the plot ... LMFAO

i cant see nina actually getting them to play any sleepover games, BUT she'd hook up a switch. she'd try to play smth like overcooked with them but they rage too fucking hard and she has to swap to like. a mario game.

ok maybe she could get them to play like 2 rounds of truth or dare or never have i ever.

nat would like sour and hard candy... toby would like chocolate candy and baked stuff.... so nina would get the candy together and make them all bake some brownies.

she'd also make them make normal sugar cookies and try to decorate them but toby would make the ugliest fucking cookie possible and give up and let the girls decorate.

realistically nat and nina would end up on the air mattress and toby on the couch, BUT if they were stuck with just a bed, toby would take the floor. he'd offer cuz he's not about to share a bed with either of them.. but he'd prob wake up with nina on the floor too cuz nat KICKS in her sleep. nina curls up like a cat

nina falls asleep first. toby falls asleep last.

nina would try to convince them to let her do their makeup but toby would get irritated that she'd even ask. .

she'd defintely make them do skincare with her though .. nina uses snail mucin and the other two think she's weird.

the next morning ninas awake first and making pancakes. she walks away to go to the bathroom and gets distracted by washing her face and doing her hair and stuff and burns them so bad it wakes toby up... he comes in and turns off the stove and just waits for her to come back to call her dumb.

nat wakes up last and is so disorientated for like 30 mins after waking up... she just eats the food like a zombie until nina makes her wash her face again and shes up properly.

she'd try to get them to stay as long as possible, but theyre exhausted and as sweet as nina is, she's a bit much . . so they go home LOL. but nina would send them the cutest little "thank u for coming over i had fun i love u guys :3" text the next day and theyll feel kinda bad for leaving.

nina is just such a genuinely nice girl .... she just wants to live the teenage dream well into her 20s because she was um. Um. she behaved in a way. that um. highschool was not the most pleasant. and threw many of her teen years away for Um. a man. of sorts.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

IM LOSING IT OVER YOUR RECENT IKE FIC. LIKE OH MY GOD. its so sweet and heartwrenching i felt just as nervous and anxious as reader the entire time, and when ike reciprocated my heart MELTED AHHH his freckles!!! how kind and beautiful he is, and his confusion turning into acceptance and his SQUEALSSS AAAA. i cant take it this is my fav ike and probably luxiem fic of all time. all of your hard work paid off so well, it was so well structured and emotional and everyone felt so real!! like they arent characters, theyre actual people!!

ahh, now i wish i knew ike's perspective during those stream moments and his reaction to pen and paper ship content HAHA. i imagine he swiftly bookmarks it on his private account but he keeps blushing and his hands shake whenever he sees any fanart WAAAH. maybe one time he sees pen and paper kissing and he cant properly look at the notifications from reader's chat without FLUSHING RED i love them so bad

i love whenever i'm reading a fanfic and it's so sweetly emotional that you feel your own emotions kicking in. so whenever i hear my work has that effect on someone else it's one of the nicest feelings in the world and WHAT DO YOU MEAN FAVORITE IKE AND/OR LUXIEM FIC EVER. that's super high praise thank youuuuu sobsobsob

i mean this is the kindest most /posi way possible but "they aren't charcters, they're actual people" is the scariest compliment i've ever heard. like on one hand i'm genuinely happy! i worked really hard on keeping multifaceted personalities in mind even for the minor characters! but also Oh No. I'm Writing Vtubers. We Need To Play This So Carefully And So Conscious Of The Creator/Audience Boundary Or My Ass Is GONE

real talk one of my most favorite ike things is when he squeals at something cute or because he's embarrassed ahhhh. and his speaking voice gets so high pitched and soft when he's flustered too like?? it's probably my favorite charm point of his

the ogs remember the poll i ran like a month ago about if ike should have freckles or not. shoutout to the landslide victory, if i remember correctly 97% of voters wanted ike with freckles! so glad that worked out, it works so well with the star theme and the difference between an online friendship meeting irl, and how reader loves them because it's a reminder that they have so much to learn about ike and are ready/willing, and also, freckles are just plain adorable. ike is just plain adorable. put them together and if i were richer and thirstier i'd be commissioning an artist

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real talk tho i feel like ike goes from 1 to 100 whenever he catches himself simping over reader before the off-collab. either he's really good at acting composed, being normal, just interacting with his best friend like best friends do... or he's a stuttering, blushy mess that wavers like jell-o.

ike's the type of guy to sleepily check twitter before going to bed and whenever he sees pen and paper on his fyp it's like he snaps awake. maybe even squeaks or goes "a!" if it's especially.... you know. sometimes he can't even comprehend that people want him and reader to. well. his mouth goes dry.

and then he feels so dirty and embarrassed just because it's there, but... he's still looking at it. is it bad he's still looking at it? it definitely is but it's captivating, in a way. somehow. the artists are so talented, and somehow they nail your body language to a t, and the way your hair swoops above your eyes, and draw you with the cutest little expressions, and—

ah, who is he kidding.

in moments of weakness it triggers something in him to bury his face a little deeper in his blankets, pretend the screen's light would cool the heat pooling over his cheeks, and search the hashtag himself.

not even three pieces of fanart later, he has to throw his phone face-down on the mattress, cover his blush with a pillow, and now he's definitely squealing. it's healing and it makes him ill. it's... pretty. you're pretty. and he's pretty dumb for letting a silly crush distort itself like this.

the worst part is that some of these line up a little too well with daydreams he wanted to lock away until the end of time. he likes when he takes the lead. the stunned, puppyish expression so rare it only shows up on your face during the biggest plot twists during a stream, but coated in a darkened blush as he pecks them on the cheek, elegant and composed. calm.

ohhhh, this can't be good for his heart. especially when ike himself is so red-faced just thinking of it. calm, his foot.

still with the pillow over his flush, ike feels around for his phone and sets it on his nightstand. he chides himself. that's enough internet for the day, eveland! now quit acting like a shoujo high schooler in love and go to bed already, it's not going to happen!

he sets his face into a determined frown as he lifts the pillow and sets it aside. with any luck, he'd go the rest of the night without thinking of reader and his feelings for them.

the frown eases as he nestles into his blankets and tucks himself in. soft sheets and warm comfort greet him as he shuts his eyes, and he enters the fluffy haze of sleep as he slips into dreamland...

...is what he'd like to say, but not even ten seconds later his eyes snap open and jerks upright in bed. wait, i'm acting like i'm in love?!

he sits with the thought seeping through his brain like a corrosive acid, filing through every little moment he daydreamed about you, and when those don't paint him a picture he likes, he tries to recall the moments he shared with you instead. those are even fonder, and even worse.

he slaps his hands over his face and sighs, and when it sounds lovesick he sighs even more.

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