#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."

[kwoniele]

don't let them hear — choi subong

synopsis: lights off meant something a little different between you and the famous choi subong, also known as thanos.

genre: smut and fluff bc theyre js exes who want eo bad LOL. green flag choi subong... say WHAT 💜

warnings: afab reader, tease, fingering, nothing else honestly

author's note: this is the first time i have ever written on this account + since my social media detox so pls bear w me if this isnt exactly up to your standards ha ha ha... ily anyway not proofread! i wrote this when it was 3am leave me be.

"lights will be turned off in ten seconds."

in a moment, the lights will dim and the only thing shedding light in the room would be the giant pig dangling from the ceiling and choi subong's pale skin that's attached to yours. ever since he told you he would be joining you in bed tonight, you couldn't deny the fact you were thrilled. your drug-addict ex boyfriend shouldn't have excited you this much. let alone the fact you were waiting for him. 

"five, four, three, two, one." now, it was fully dark. 

you sighed in disappointment. you turned away from the side subong was and decided to sleep on your own. you knew you shouldn't have trusted him at all, yet you were gullible enough to believe he'd keep his promise. and he didn't. cause if he did, he would be beside you with his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him so that you could warm one another up.

"y/n?," your eyes abruptly opened, "are you still awake?" he actually did it. he actually kept his promise.

he actually came.

you decided to play the stubborn game and not answer. but you knew that he was aware you were definitely up. "don't want me here? okay señorita. i'll leave." his footsteps began to get quieter as he 'left'. you felt guilty and decided to let him explain himself. after all, it hasn't been long since that robot woman announced it was time for bed.

"fuck you." you turned toward him, expecting him to be halfway gone already. yet you met a choi subong sitting down with his arms trapping his knees while replicating footsteps that were leaving. "wow. double fuck you.'

"please, i know you want me here. so move over." he stood up and laid down beside you as his head automatically dug itself into your chest. "i don't give a fuck if you're going to go on some lecture about how i should have been here sooner, so don't waste your time." he pecked your collarbone before adjusting his position. "i'm here with you and that's what matters. okay?"

speechless is an understatement. you couldn't even be mad. you couldn't feel the slightest anger in you because he's right there. you could see his purple hair laying on your neck.

wait. something's wrong. something's missing.

"wait. choi subong. where's the necklace?" you used two fingers to tilt his head up so you could see his eyes. they're still as pretty as ever. fuck him for having such charming eyes. 

"gone. i threw it away when i saw you rave about how you were so much happier when you quit." he stared at you. waiting for you to say something. "what? do you want me to dig my hands into the toilet to retrieve it?"

"did you seriously… get rid of it? for me?" you sat up. tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before holding his hands. you noticed the tattoo he dedicated to you. the little heart with a sun next to it because he said that you were his ray of sunshine.

"of course i did. i meant it when i told you i'd fix myself as long as we crossed paths again, you know. i don't just make promises for the sake of—" shutting him up with your lips was probably your favourite thing to do. you missed this. you missed him. you missed feeling his lips perfectly match yours everytime you leaned in to him. 

"then i meant it when i told you i'd let you fuck me whenever, wherever. hopefully you take that damn opportunity now." he analysed your face before realising you were serious. he didn't even need to say anything. he just held your face by your jaw, kissing you rougher than earlier while gently laying you down on your bed.

he took off your pants and placed it just beside the bed, sliding your panties right after it. "fuck. how long have you been this wet, hm?" his middle finger glided itself from your cunt to your clit, using your slick as lubricant to teasingly insert his finger in your hole. "was it when i told you i quit? or when you kissed me? or better yet, since you saw me?"

"fuck, subong–" his free hand covered your mouth, preventing you from letting a noise out. 

"can you be quiet for me, baby? wouldn't want to let these jackasses know i'm fucking the prettiest girl here, would you?" you shook your head, agreeing that you should be dead silent. 

you didn't even notice that he snuck a second finger, fucking you with his fingers repeatedly until your were squirming and arching your back from the bed. "that's it, baby. do just that." his thumb flicked your clit, causing you to buck your hips on his hand. 

you don't know how he understood, but you mumbled against his hand that you were going to cum. his smirk was evident in the dark room which caused you to be pushed to the edge even more. "are you going to cum? hmm? is my baby finally going to cum for the love of her life?"

all you could do was nod. it was cute to him.

when you finally reached your release, he made sure to lick off all of your juice from his fingers. you watched him slowly suck on his ring finger while intensely staring at you. "i love you. don't leave ever again. i better be the only one you do this to."

"only for you, baby. just you and me. choi subong and future choi y/n. okay?

[diwtara]

Sanjis love life can be summed up as a series of one night stands.

Thats never the way he wanted it to be though

He dreams of love, of a real connection, of building a home.

But it seems everytime he finds someone, all they want to do is fall into bed with him, then ghost.

He would almost convince himself that hes just bad at sex, but sometimes one of his ex's will text him, make it clear theyre not looking for anything serious just another 'fun night'.

So hes not a bad lover, just unlovable

He hates himself for everytime he agrees to meet back up with one of them. Eventually, when being seen as no more than a warm body begins to wear him down, when it begins to hurt to much to continue on, he will block that persons number, vow not to fall back into such a self destructive pattern.

Until he does.

Over and over.

When he meets Luffy and his friends, well, its not the type of love Sanji has always been searching for, but with them theres a connection and its real.

And from Luffy, Sanji meets Zoro. Their friendship may be unusual, but its there. Its there with their shared looks of exasperation at Luffys antics, its there through their bickering, its there in their shared silences.

Until Zoro goes and asks him out.

Sanji is pre-emptively hurt by this. He thought they got along -in their own unique way- but now he knows Zoros just going to be another person to take a tumble in his sheets, then forget about Sanji entirely. Maybe take all their other friends with him when he leaves.

Still, Sanji says yes. As painful as it will end, as it always ends, Sanji knows he wont ever get what he longs for if he doesnt grasp at any chance hes shown.

They go on a few dates. Zoro is not the most romantic person by any standard. But they have fun, they talk, they get lost, they get to know each other.

Its the fourth or fifth date when after walking Sanji home Zoro says goodnight, makes a face, darts in to smush their lips together, says 'goodnight' again and takes off at a brisk pace. It leaves Sanji standing stunned for a good minute. When he wraps his head around their first kiss he cant help but laugh fondly over how adorable and awkward Zoro can apparently be.

Its a few more dates after that when Sanji starts to get antsy. Zoro has never pushed for more, theyve only shared a few chaste kisses, but Sanji knows. He knows either he sleeps with Zoro and he loses him. Or he doesnt sleep with him, Zoro gets bored and Sanji loses him.

So after their next date Sanji brings him home. Bring Zoro to his room.

Its intense.

Zoro watches him, studies what Sanji likes. Makes himself vulnerable too.

Sanji has never had sex like it before, cant imagine having an experience like it with anyone else.

And in the morning Zoros still there. Snoring away beside him.

Sanji knows that that doesnt have to mean anything.

He cooks breakfast and Zoro wanders into the kitchen half asleep. But Sanji knows, once Zoro has some food, once hes a little more awake, the man will leave.

But he doesnt.

They spend half the day together, Sanji spending it in a confused daze.

They go out on more dates.

Zoro holds his hand in public.

Presses a kiss to Sanjis temple and only waves off their friends teasing when he does.

Its the morning after the third time they spend a night together when Sanji finally breaks down.

The early morning light is soft through his curtains. Zoro is snoring spread out beside him, and Sanji, sitting up, starring at him, bursts into tears.

Zoro wakes up confused, tries to ask whats wrong, but Sanji is sobbing too hard to explain. Not that Sanji would even know what to say.

So Zoro wraps his arms around him, pulls Sanji in close. Rubs soothing circles on his back and tells him "I've got you. I've got you."

And thats when it hits him.

Thats when Sanji knows; Zoros planning on staying

[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

[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.”

[xwinterwidowx]

short little sonadow/shadonic fic!! lmk if you want more! pls dont take this as your own writing-reblogging is fine and appreciated!

"Sometimes," Shadow murmurs. "You cant save everyone. I know you want to. I know you feel like you have to. But you cant sometimes. And you just..." he finishes bandaging Sonic's hand. "have to accept that."

"I could have. I just... I could have."

"I know." He hugs him, and Sonic just breaks down.

"I could have saved them," he sobs. "I could have-I could have gotten them out of the way."

"You cant save everyone, Soni," he mumbles. "I know you want to. But you cant."

"Theyre dead because of me, Shadow," he chokes on a sob. "Theyre dead because I was too slow."

"Youre not. I wouldnt lie to you. You know that, dont you?" Sonic nods and bites his lip as he stops crying for a bit. "Dont do that. Bite my shoulder if you have to. I dont want you hurting yourself."

"I want to feel what they felt." Shadow lifts Sonic's face up so he could look him in the eyes.

"Please. At least squeeze my hand. Youre not alone in this. I love you."

"I love you," Sonic mumbles, his quills all messed up from the fight, some digging into his skin. Shadow sees this and his eyes widen.

"Ill be right back," Shadow kisses his bandaged hand, and goes to get a brush. He comes back and Sonic rests his head on his shoulder. Shadow gently runs the brush through his quills.

"Mmn..." he grunts in pain as they get straightened out.

"Sorry."

"Mm-mm." His eyes flutter shut and starts to fall asleep. Shadow carries him to his bed. "Don' go..." Sonic mumbles as he notices Shadow leaving.

"Just sleep."

"Please... Don' wanna be alone." Shadow sighs and walks over to his bed. He curls up into his boyfriend, whos almost fast asleep.

"Love you," Sonic mumbles, resting his head on the white fur on Shadow's chest.

"I love you," he kisses Sonic's nose. Sonic quickly falls asleep, but Shadow lays lying awake. A million questions and thoughts run through his head.

If this happened once, it could happen again.

I love him too much to lose him.

Why didnt I stop him?

He needs a break.

What if he kills himself trying to save someone?

Shadow doesnt sleep until he feels Sonic grab his hand.

"Youre thinkin' again..." Sonic mumbles sleepily.

"Go to sleep, Soni..." he holds his hand.

"You first," he yawns. "M'already tired."

"Sonic-"

"You need rest too, Shads. Even ultimate life forms do," he yawns again.

"Stop making fun of me," he grumbles.

"M'not. But youre my ultimate life form. Who needs t'sleep."

"Fine," Shadow scoffs. "Ill sleep."

"Love you," Sonic closes his eyes when Shadow does. The two of them fall asleep at almost the same time. They wake up in the morning with switched positions. Sonic is under Shadow, whos resting his head on his arm. Neither of them would ever admit this, but they were the most comfortable during slow mornings like that, where they could be themselves. Sonic wakes up before Shadow, and doesnt move an inch. He knows how rare it is to get Shadow to actually sleep, so he stays quiet and just watches his boyfriend sleep. He ends up falling back asleep and waking up to the feeling of his quills being brushed.

"Shads?" he yawns with a soft smile.

"Mhm?" he mumbles, not stopping what he was doing.

"Are you... brushing my quills?"

"Yes," he replies.

"Why?"

"Because I love you." Sonic sits up and smiles at him, still half-asleep.

"C'mere," Shadow pulls Sonic onto him, the latter letting out a soft shriek. 

"Shads! I'm gonna fall!"

"Don't worry, you baby," Shadow scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"You're the worst," Sonic grumbles and buries his face into his quills.

"Fuck- you idiot! What are you doing?" Shadow pulls Sonic's face back so he can inspect it. Sonic just whines and drops his head down onto his boyfriend's chest.

"It was comfortable there," he grumbles.

"You could've hurt yourself!" Shadow scoffs. He isn't mad, he's just concerned. Sonic would kill himself doing the stupidest things if Shadow wasn't around to knock some sense into him.

"M'sorry," Sonic murmurs, looking up to meet Shadow' red eyes.

"I'm not mad, Soni. I just wan-need you to be careful."

"I will. For you."

"I love you," Shadow kisses Sonic's forehead.

"I love you more. You beautiful ultimate life form." Shadow just laughs and they lay in comfortable silence. They were always comfortable around each other.

[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

[dykecassidy]

unfinished dustjim body swap au

this is from like 3 years ago and stopped at the bullet point planning part. theres a bit of spitballing at the start.

@deezy1478 bc you asked ✌️

WHAT HAPPENS: JIM N DUSTIN CHANGE BODIES; DUSTIN HAS A BODY DYSMORPHORIA CRISIS. CRIES, I BET. JIM ENJOYS BEING TALL. I GUESS THEY CAN FUCK.

Okay im not doing caps the whole time i was just excited. So, like, what happens beyond just that idea. I wanna explore, like, low-self dustin, for sure, but like. I need more than just that. Like, what the fuck makes them swap. Even if i cant explain it, something needs to be the catalyst. Catalyst found, jim picks up dustin, they wake up as each other.

“ something jim saying like “whether i’m me or in your body, i always wanna take care of you, dust””

dustin is excited about it at first— they both are. there's some bafflement, some confusion, but, like, perhaps once they've confirmed its temporary (or maybe not even then), they're both pretty excited about it. maybe it happens separately, go back to roomies verse, and dustin sees that he's in jims body. excited, elated, hot boy Jim. and then i want them to see each other, and I want dustin to look at his body from the outside- for the first time, for the millionth time.

and I want jim to be like "my god i look like this to you? I’m little?”

OKAY SO SET UP: normal fucking times in roomie verse, theyre palling around, play fighting, a little tipsy. Dustin is in Some Anguish but the alcohol dulls it. 

And jim declares, “bet i could pick you up”

Dustin brushes it off, but jim insists, gets his arm around dustin

And that cold wash of fear

“No, really, don’t—”

But jim grabs him and hefts him up and spins, and cackles.

And hes all joyous that he fuckin deadlifted him, this is great, and hes stil all handsy

And the night melts away, and dustin has a lump in his throat

He wakes up the next morning with a normal and proportional hangover. Which he wants to ignore, and roll over and go back to sleep, but hes gotta piss, so, fuck. Wake up ungodly early (8:45) and go take care of it

Wobbles getting up, wonders if hes, somehow, still drunk.

He gets to the bathroom and stops dead instantly, knows something is off

Stomach clench of startle, somethings wrong, then relief that its all fine— thats just jim hes seeing—

Seeing him in the mirror??

Gets this feeling like hes falling, like he stepped off a curb and he’s waiting to jerk awake in his bed— but theres nothing. Just falling.

How do i bring in jim.

I think its the same thing. He shuffles to the bathroom, also hungover, and hes complaining.

“Dustinnnn,” dustins own voice complains. He’s gotten over that ‘ugh thats my voice?” feeling a long time ago, but thats for like. Seeing it back on video. Not in his fucking hallway. “Dustin, my heads fucking killing me, don’t hog the bathroom—”

And theres dustin, in the doorway, staring down at jim on the precipice of a panic attack

Chaos

Idk what happens exactly but theres yelling and panic

And they figure out that theyve swapped bodies

Dustin gets excited first. That hes. He’s hot boy jim. 

Jim panics a bit more, mostly, “how the fuck are we gonna tell people” but dustins like “iunno maybe itll go back. Maybe we just need to get drunk again tonight.”

Okay i think i want them to both just stand in front of the mirror, both jammed into the bathroom, looking at themselves

Jim says “well, i could lift you way easier now, i bet”

Dustin weakly chuckles, yeah, thats true.

He cant stop looking at himself. At jim’s body. Turning his face, touching his skin— his abs, his muscles. 

He looks down at the sink, and its— its higher, or it feels like it is. Doesnt seem like it would hurt his neck the way it does now to look down at it all the time.

Okay i really wanna dwell on dustin looking at jims body. First is the ‘oh the counter is higher now’ and then he really looks in the mirror

Like he makes eye contact with himself. Turns as much as he can to see his back, see him self from an angle he might recognize

And i want him very giddy that hes, like, perfect now. Hot boy abs, his wisdom teeth dont ache, hes-

Hes little.

His eyes trace around his waist, where the gut on his body is. Where its all muscle now. Nothings soft, his body pulls itself to stand straight

“Oh my god,” in a half laugh from next/above him. He looks. “Is that what i look like?”

“What?”

Its weird, seeing his own face smile. Not like for a picture but— like how jim does when he corpses, kinda. 

“I look so little” and he puts a big hand on dustins head, slides it sideways and taps his fingers to his jaw. “Oh my god.”

And jim always gets a little combative when dustin would point this out. Now that hes on the other side— losing 5 inches of height, dustin should be just the same

Whens he ever done what he should, tho

He looks in the mirror again, and looks at him and his body. Jim measuring his height to the jaw was generous, still, they could go chin to crown of skull. 

It made dustin go hot and pink thinking about.

AND THATS IT IM SORRY

[theghostavocadoe]

if the gut torture gets you from the spoiled milk then dont worry about this, BUT. cloud and tifa having had nightmares and unable to sleep so theyre quietly in their living room talking softly, and some or all of the remnants hear and are curious. but the more people talking honestly help cloud and tifa. it feels like a home.

HI SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I KINDA GOT CARRIED AWAY LMAO

this one's a big boy so prepare thyself

Nightmares.

Most people grow out of their nightmares as they get older. Things like quicksand, clowns, demons, and wolves are childish fears that materialize in their dreams at a young age. But after experiencing the world and discovering that credit card debt is much scarier than a clown, the nightmares tend to fade away.

Not for people like Cloud.

Not for him, who’s nights are regularly plagued by flashing, bending, morphing images of fire and destruction, of cold ruthlessness and manipulation, and Aerith’s lifeless body in his arms. Waking up at an ungodly hour drenched in a cold sweat while his heart pounded in his chest was not an uncommon occurrence for him.

He should be used to them by now. But a part of him thinks he never will.

On this chilly spring morning, he had a particularly harrowing nightmare, and decided right then and there upon waking up that trying to go back to sleep would be fruitless. He turned his head to look at the clock on his desk.

2am. Not the worst time to be awake, but that meant he would definitely be crashing on the couch for a mid-afternoon nap later.

He groggily rolled out of bed and stumbled around the darkness of his room, slipping on a random sweater he had thrown over a chair the night before. The mismatch of clothes and his unruly hair probably looked horrendous, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like anybody was going to see him. Or, that’s what he assumed.

When he gently pushed the door open slowly enough to avoid any creaks, he peered down the stairs to find the lights were still on. Or maybe someone turned them on? Cloud was too tired to think of the possibilities. Whatever it was, he went to investigate.

As he walked down the stairs rubbing his eyes, he ran through his options. It couldn’t be the Remnants; they could see in the dark, so lights weren’t needed. Marlene and Denzel could’ve snuck down for a midnight snack. Or maybe Tifa just forgot to turn the lights off before she went to bed.

Or maybe she collapsed on the spot and is lying there, suffering, while you slept obliviously, a voice in his head that sounded a little too much like Sephiroth goaded. He immediately shoved the thought away, refusing to think about it.

Though, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t quicken his pace a little bit to deny the suspicion.

When he rounded the corner into the living room, he found Tifa. But luckily, unlike his intrusive thoughts envisioned, she was alive and well, sitting on the couch with a blanket pulled above her knees.

“Cloud?” She asked, looking over at him.

“Tifa?” He responded in kind.

“What are you doing up?” They both asked in exact unison.

There was a beat of silence before Cloud decided to go first. “Just… Couldn’t sleep.”

Tifa, as always, saw right through him like a window. “Nightmare?”

A sigh. There was no point in trying to hide it. He mentally prepared himself for the excessive amount of babying that he was about to receive. “...Yeah.”

Tifa looked down instead. “Me too.”

Cloud blinked. He was fully expecting a long inspiring speech about how Cloud’s past doesn’t define him, or to be swaddled up in blankets and given a drink to ease his mind, or even just a dismissive statement to just go back to bed and sleep it off. But no. Just a simple “Me too.”

After a solid fifteen seconds of standing there like a bum, Cloud moved to sit on the couch with Tifa. “That bad, huh?”

Tifa nodded. “...I would talk about it, but I don’t want to make the mood worse than it actually is.”

Cloud pulled his knees up and leaned sideways into the couch. “Hey, you’re the one always telling me to open up.”

Tifa met his eyes. “...Yeah, you’re right.”

“I might not be good with advice, but I’m really good at sitting here and listening.” Cloud allowed himself a tiny chuckle. Tifa smiled. That was good.

“It was one of those nightmares where everything just fades together,” Tifa began. “First it was my father. On that day. You know the one. Then I looked up and saw Sephiroth right in front of me. And then suddenly he was away from me, controlling you instead. And I just felt so… Weak. Like I had no way of fighting back. And then, we were in the Forgotten City, and…”

Cloud didn’t need to hear the end of that sentence to understand what Tifa meant. He nodded.

“The same for me,” Cloud sighed. “Everything happened all so fast that it just kinda blended together. Sometimes I have trouble remembering when and where Sephiroth decided to ruin my life, because all I can remember is me, him, and how horrible it was.”

“I can imagine that it’s worse for you, since—”

Tifa cut herself off as her attention was suddenly grabbed by something behind Cloud. She squinted in confusion as she stared into the corner of the room. Cloud twisted his head to look at what she saw, and found only a dark corner of the room; nothing out of the ordinary. He then heard Tifa sigh behind him.

“You can come out, Kadaj.”

Suddenly, the shadows in the corner moved. A black, misty figure stepped out of the inky darkness before solidifying into Kadaj’s shape. He kept his head tilted down, hiding all of his face save his right eye behind his long silver bangs.

“When did you get there?” Cloud asked. He tried not to sound upset, because he wasn’t, but he came off a bit more accusatory than he would’ve liked.

“...Five minutes ago,” Kadaj answered truthfully. “Your talking woke me up.”

Tifa frowned. “Are we really that loud?”

Kadaj shook his head. “We just have sensitive hearing.”

“Are the kids awake, too?” Cloud asked.

Kadaj tilted his head and looked to the side. Cloud knew that gesture meant he was focusing on reading the minds of the others in the house. He tried to veer his thoughts away from Sephiroth, but of course, trying not to think about Sephiroth meant repeating Don’t think about Sephiroth over and over in his head, which defeated the whole purpose. He just hoped Kadaj wasn’t listening too closely.

“No,” Kadaj answered. “Just me and the twins.”

“The twins?” Tifa asked, leading both her and Cloud to look around.

Two more figures suddenly appeared. Yazoo stepped out from around the corner, and Loz’s head popped up from behind the bar.

“Sorry,” Loz sniffed as he stepped around the bar and approached the small gathering. His eyes looked wet with tears.

“We didn’t mean to spy on you,” Yazoo explained, undoing the braid that kept his hair from getting tangled overnight. “We just got worried.”

Tifa smiled at the three of them, tugging the blanket over herself a little more. “We’re okay. Just dealing with some nightmares, no biggie.”

“Nightmares?” Loz asked with a tilt of his head that Yazoo mimicked.

“Bad dreams,” Kadaj explained. “The ones that make you wake up feeling all scared or sad.”

“Oh.”

Yazoo silently slipped past the group and into the kitchen. Cloud kept note of it but didn’t question it further.

“We have bad dreams too, sometimes,” Loz confessed.

“About what?” Cloud asked. He silently hoped that they weren’t about him.

Kadaj shrugged. “That’s the weird part. We don’t know.”

That brought up concern for Cloud. He caught Tifa furrowing her brow in the corner of his vision as well. “Explain.”

Yazoo chimed in from the kitchen, “You just opened a can of worms~”

Well, that certainly wasn’t foreboding. Kadaj glared in Yazoo’s general direction before sitting down on the floor and crossing his legs. Loz shuffled over to sit on the ground as well, but leaned his back against the front of the couch where Tifa sat.

“Our dreams are always really weird,” Loz started.

Tifa nodded. “Well, they’re always a bit weird. They’re just jumbled up movies made of your memories that tend to make no sense.”

“That’s the thing,” Kadaj responded. “They aren’t memories. Or not ours, at least.”

Cloud frowned. Not their memories? What on Gaia could they mean by that? He looked closely at Kadaj, watching the other brush his bangs aside only for them to fall back into the exact same spot they were before.

“Our dreams are always about people we’ve never met, places we’ve never been to, and experiences we’ve never had. Yazoo thinks they’re glimpses of Sephiroth’s memories, and I’m thinking that he’s right.”

It… Made some sense. The remnants were remnants, after all. Pieces of Sephiroth’s will personified. Having dreams about Sephiroth’s past didn’t seem too absurd given their circumstances.

The smell of chocolate drifted in from the kitchen. Loz brightened up a little bit.

“What do you see in your dreams? Be specific,” Cloud asked. He didn’t know too much about Sephiroth’s history – not the more personal stuff, that is – but something might catch his attention, so it was worth a shot.

Kadaj’s brow furrowed as he thought. “Mostly Mother. But she looks different in every dream. Sometimes she’s the Mother I know– Pale skin, red eyes, silver hair like mine. But sometimes she looks like a woman with brown hair in a white coat.”

Something about that was nagging the back of Cloud’s mind, but he couldn’t recall any faces or names.

“I see her in my dreams too, sometimes,” Yazoo chimed in, walking back into the room. He carried a serving tray from the bar with five different mugs on top, setting it on the coffee table in the center of the living room. The gathering of people immediately reached for their respective mugs.

Yazoo continued after taking a sip of hot chocolate from his own mug. “But I see others in white coats as well. Along with a lot of empty rooms filled with nothing but medical equipment and metal beds.”

Shinra’s Labs, no doubt. Hojo came to mind; Sephiroth’s (supposed) father. Cloud shuddered a bit at the repressed memories of the five years he spent in Nibelheim’s own labs, being poked and prodded at by the slimy, greasy man that called himself a scientist.

He thought he was doing fine until Kadaj spoke, “Sometimes I dream about a burning village.”

Cloud gripped his mug tightly, trying to keep his hands from shaking and dropping it. He tried to not let the impending panic attack show on his face as he focused intently on the mug instead.

That was evidently a bad idea, because once the hot steam hit his face, he was back in Nibelheim, crawling on the ground, smoke choking him and burning his lungs, the silver gleam of a blade getting closer and closer and–

Tifa’s hand on his shoulder shook him out of his stupor. He blinked and let out a gasp as he struggled to catch his breath. Yazoo swooped in and took the mug from Cloud’s hands, setting it on the table for now. Loz shuffled closer to Cloud’s side of the couch, as if to protect him, and Kadaj was suddenly on his feet again, face contorted in worry.

“Breathe,” Tifa instructed. Cloud nodded and forced himself to take deep breaths.

“I’m sorry,” Kadaj apologized, voice meek as if expecting punishment.

“It’s okay. Just… Reminded me of something. That’s all. I’ll be fine,” Cloud reassured, y’know, like a liar. “Keep going.”

Given Tifa’s facial expression, she saw right through him, again. She kept her hand on his shoulder, grounding him, reassuring him that he wasn’t alone. Yazoo had walked over to Kadaj to give a nudge; a signal to change the topic. They looked to Loz, the only one who hadn’t shared his dreams yet.

“I usually dream about other people. I remember I once had a dream about a guy in a red coat. I was angry at him for some reason. And in another one, there was a big guy, like me, but he had black hair and a beard. I was really sad about that one.” Loz’s voice wavered ever so slightly at the end of his statement.

Cloud reached down and ruffled Loz’s hair in response. As he did, he thought about the man Loz just described. The black hair reminded him of Zack, but Zack never had a beard. “Sad, you said?”

“Yeah,” Loz confirmed as he smoothed his hair back again. “Like, that same kind of sadness that I get when Yazoo or Kadaj leave for a long time.”

“So you missed him?” Yazoo asked. “Even though you don’t know him?”

“It’s weird, right? And that guy in red-- I was really annoyed at him. I really wanted to punch him in the face, but I couldn’t. I could only watch. Man, I hate those dreams… Sometimes I just don’t wanna sleep at all because of them.” Loz pouted before taking a sad sip of his hot chocolate.

“Me too. Nightmares suck,” Cloud agreed as he picked up his own mug again and took a sip.

“Well, I certainly feel a little less alone now after talking about them.” Tifa tipped her mug back as she took a drink. “This is really good, Yazoo.”

“Thank you.”

“You gonna tell us the secret on how you make it so well, Yaz?” Kadaj asked with a little smirk.

“Once everyone finishes their drink, maybe.”

Cloud couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as everyone immediately began chugging their drink, Tifa included. He didn’t feel like making his stomach upset tonight, so he just took another sip.

As they finished their drinks, everyone continued chatting about their dreams, pleasant or otherwise. The more the Remnants spoke of their dreams, the more Cloud started to understand why they acted the way they did. Reclusive and quiet Yazoo always dreamed of having his privacy ignored and invaded. Emotional and loving Loz dreamed of Sephiroth’s past friends and maybe even lovers. And the ever defensive Kadaj always dreamed of Sephiroth’s most cynical achievements.

Cloud wanted to give all of them a hug. He knew Loz would happily accept one, but Yazoo and Kadaj were unknown territory, so he didn’t bother. He let them talk amongst themselves, chatting about their dreams, occasionally piping up with a “me too!” when describing one of Sephiroth’s memories.

Sephiroth’s memories…

What Sephiroth said that day rang in Cloud’s head. I will never be a memory.

Well, it sure felt like he was just a memory now. Even the Remnants never referred to Sephiroth as a living person. He was gone. A memory.

Take that, you piece of shit.

Kadaj gave Cloud a sideways glance at that thought and snorted. He squinted back. Get out of my head, rascal.

The giggle that Kadaj let out as he turned away again was not promising.

By the time all of their mugs were completely empty, two hours had passed. The sky was beginning to lighten up through the window. Tifa decided to get up and take over cleaning all of the mugs, stating that sitting around for too long was making her antsy. Yazoo happily took the excuse to not do any work.

“I don’t think I’m getting any more sleep tonight,” Cloud sighed, accepting his fate.

The remnants all simultaneously nodded in agreement. Kadaj hopped up and stole Tifa’s spot on the couch, stretching out under all the blankets, smiling at his achievement. Tifa came back a few minutes later and sat directly on top of Kadaj’s legs, causing the young man to squawk indignantly and curl up into a little ball to avoid being squished.

“If you promise not to wake up Denzel and Marlene, then I don’t have a problem with you three staying up,” Tifa spoke to the Remnants. “But keep it low, okay?”

“Okay, mom!” Loz responded before zipping off in a blue blur.

Cloud watched Tifa blink in shock. Yazoo and Kadaj gave each other a knowing look before they both turned to Tifa.

“Thank you, mother.” Yazoo bowed his head before calmly walking off.

“See you in the morning, mother,” Kadaj grinned before dissolving into black mist and sliding off into the darkness.

Tifa blinked again. She looked at Cloud, and then pointed at where the Remnants were a moment ago. “Does this make me a mother?”

Cloud shrugged. “We’ll have to see if they start calling me dad.”

The idea of being a father was really weird to him. Some people (Cid) started jokingly calling him a dad after he took in Denzel, but he only thought of the younger kids as just that; younger kids he happened to take in. Not his children.

But the Remnants…

“I’m too tired to think about this,” Tifa groaned. Cloud agreed with that statement on a spiritual level.

Just as Cloud opened his mouth, Yazoo’s head peered out through the doorway again. “By the way, I use nutmeg and vanilla extract,” he stated with a wink before slipping off once again.

Tifa and Cloud looked between each other for a beat of silence before breaking down into chuckles.

The prospect of their nightmares didn’t even cross their minds for the rest of the night, forgotten and replaced by the warmth of their family.

[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.

[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.

[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

[starvember-moved]

flip! finnick odair hc

feat mags and annie <33

🦈... primarily an older regresser — around ten or so. sometimes, on a particularly bad night, he'll regress a lot younger. his regression is a trauma response to the games.

🪼... finnick doesn't know he even regresses until mags explain it to him. all he knows is his bodys too big for his feelings and he feels spacey. she's sososo gentle when she helps him understand and promises that whenever he's feeling small, she'll take care of him. (i hc mags as an age regressor in her younger years)

🪸... finnick loves playing outside, even if theres a storm brewing on the coast. on these days, mags keeps a watchful eye from her back porch and makes him come in when the lightning gets bad.

🐚... he's so good at going down for a nap or to bed. finnick plays so hard that he's asleep before mags even has her story picked out.

🦈... finnick has one plushie thats his favorite. his childhood (pet) shark. its perfect. easy to carry. gives the best hugs. and finnick can even hide stuff in his mouth

🪼... finnick grinds his teeth really bad at night. especially closer to the time of the reaping. mags spent nearly a week decorating a pacifier for him to use at night. he's unsure of it at first, especially when it makes him slip into an even smaller headspace, but mags assures him no one except the two of them know. and his jaw feels significantly better.

🪸... he tends to slip the most to the weeks leading up to the reaping and shortly after too. the victory tour isn't as severe, but he tends to slip on the train rides.

🐚... him and annie!! finnick loves annie in every way imaginable. platonically. romantically. mags loves seeing her little finn follow annie around trying to get her attention.

🦈... mags takes care of annie too, after her games. and for a while, finnick takes on a big brother role when theyre both regressed. story time and sitting on the beach are some of her favorite activities. annie really calms finnick in a way no one else can.

🪼... i like to imagine annie didn't get bad until a few months after the games. probably around her victory tour. a constant reminder of what happened. it's now that finnick starts to care for her.

🪸... mags is fast asleep, annie went to bed hours prior, but finnick had stayed awake. she pads up to him with big, teary, round eyes and finnick melts.

🐚... every night, from then forward, finnick stays awake and waits up for annie. they sleep together most nights now, so that finnick can comfort her when she wakes up terrified.

🦈... they still regress together too! finnick is more protective of annie (still sort of taking on the cg role). on the flipside, annie becomes a lot more like her younger self. all bubbly and babbling. she loves when finnick drags her out to the flea market when theyre secretly regressed because the comments about her being 'mad' don't bother her as much

🪼... finnick likes being called anything that isn't derivative of a role (i.e not things like papa, dada, etc). mags and annie have settled on bubs (little) and bubba (big/cg)

🪸... finnick blurs the lines of little and cg a lot. there's a lot of times he's regressed while still taking care of annie. he's learned how to be both at once. (very parrell i think of being kids and growing up too fast bc of the games)

[voidwritesstuff]

Desmond Wales. DAILY ROUTINE HEADCANNONS.

@fisheadz Requested me to write something for Desmond. Enjoy!

-Morning headcannons- "Ugh,who Turned on the sun?"

This Man. This poor,poor Man. He tries so hard,so hard to be a morning person. He really does try but he hates every second of it.

He has accidentally knocked his alarm clock off his desk. He also fumbles to find his glasses and in his feeling around always smudges the lenses. If hes really tired he wont even bother cleaning them and walk around with a weird blurry spot until he has to go to work and look presentable.

He Will get out of bed ,reluctantly,and walk to the kitchen dragging his feet. He sleeps with socks on. His circulation is not the best.

His breakfast is coffee (cream only), toasts. When he was with his wife (I cant for the life of me remeber her name) he ate the ocasional Bacon and eggs. He still does,if hes feeling like it. but its too much work and hes well aware hes slowly drifting into depression.

His toast has butter and sugar on it. He Will never admit It, being a health professional in a way, but he lives off of sugar and caffeine.

He Will make his breakfast, sit on his sofá and watch some sort of documental,reality show or something like that. He rarely watches the news,he doesnt want to wake up to awfulness every morning. (Hes specially avoidant of the news after his wife leaves him,and tonia passes)

Desmond takes half an hour,fourty minutes at most ,to eat breakfast. If he doesnt need to work,then he Will take an hour.

He goes to shower after,make sure he looks presentable and smells nice. He prepares his clothes ahead of time, im talking the night before.

Its worth saying he sleeps shirtless,only boxers and socks. Sometimes theyre mismatched. After his divorce the mistmatching happens more often.

He Will give his guitar a longing stare,hoping he can play some songs tonight when hes back. He usually comes too tired for it. But he still longs for it so much.

But after the shower he makes sure to Keep his beard in check (he trims it once a week) And makes himself another cup of coffee before going to his Office.

Mid-Morning. "Workin' nine to five,what a way to make a livin' "

He Will unlock his Office,and tale a deep breath of the stale air. He loves and hates his job,hes mentally preparing himself for today and whatever it is he has to put up with.

Only then he turns on the light, closes the door behind him and sits on his desk. He leaves the mug on the desk,and theres a ring of spilt coffee. He always covers it when people come over.

He shuffles his chair closer- every night when he leaves he tends to kinda kick it back when hes about to stand up. An annoying habit he cant break.

Then he begins to check his schedule,listen to his voicemail and organize his work and things he needs to do.

When his first few patients come in,its obvious hes still half awake, but most of the timed the patients dont take it personal. Hes so kind (and maybe a little old)

After each session he takes five minutes to rubb the sleep out of his eyes and clean his glasses that somehow manage to get dirty every single time.

Mid-Day- "Is a Salad enough of a lunch?".

He closes his Office for an hour. He doesnt like taking too long,he wants to dedícate most of his hours to people in need.

He is so lazy with making food with the excuse he has "little time". His wife used to help him and have a decent meal ready,but after the divorce he began to eat less healthy foods.

Lots of take out. Sometimes he would eat only a salad or a sandwich. It would leave him very hungry in the hours after. But he doesnt dare to Keep food in his Office,he doesnt want to seem unprofessional.

He also has some serious body image issues.

After his lunch he returns to work.

Afternoon- "Working hard,never hardly working"

Work👏alholic👏

He Will make himself yet another Cup of coffee. And that Will be his fuel for the rest of the day.

By the end of the afternoon his patients notice hes very,very tired,but somewhat happy.

He greets his patients with a smile,and bids them goodbye just the same way. Hes very welcoming,especially with those who never had therapy before,or New patients.

He doesnt notice It, but hes really charming.

When the late afternoon rolls in,when the sun begins to set,he closes up shop but stays for a good few hours with paperwork and schedules. Sometimes he stays too long- his wife would come get him sometimes but after the divorce he stays for a really long time.

Night- "Fly me to the moon,and let me play among the stars"

He comes home exhausted.

He Will make himself a quick dinner while jazz plays in the background. It helps him calm himself after so much of listening to other's problems.

He sings along under his breath. He had grown used to seeing his wife help him and smile at his singing. Hes got a nice voice.

Listens to ella fritzgerald, Louis Armstrong,Frank Sinatra and Many others. Once or twice he would pull his wife into a Waltz. Hes dorky,but he means well.

After that he would sit down on the sofa and eat watching documentals. Play videogames if he was in the mood.

When he comes home early and has a bit of spare time (rarely these days,given he spends too long at his Office to drown out his thoughts) he would sit and play the guitar. Tonia would sit by his side and purr,she loves his music.

He washes his dishes afterwards.

Then,showers.

He picks his clothes for the Next day,and he goes to sleep. Takes little time to fall asleep,always tired.

Rinse and repeat,rinse and repeat.

I hope you like these hcs! I had fun writing them.

[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