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randomreadingtimewithtsuki · 2 years ago

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Hihi!! I'm a bit shy about asking for hcs twice and about the same character but I really like your writing! So I was wondering if I could ask hcs where reader comforts jean-jacques (vnc) while he remembers his past or just some hurt/comfort? Tysm and no pressure!! Take care! ✨

Hello! Don't worry about requesting often the same character! It is ok!

You may send multiple requests too, I just ask to send 2 at a time and wait for me to complete them before requesting again!

Thank you for requesting! I also I am super happy you like my writting! Thank you very much!

I hope this is of your liking!

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• Some nights Jean-Jacques is quieter than usual. Not a normal quiet like " I need to recharge", but a " I wish this would go away" silence.

• It is unbearable for you. The silence is so loud that it is heart breaking.

• In moments like these, you tell him to prepare your favorite dish. Why? To keep his head busy.

• As soon as he hears you request he promptly start getting everything needed.

• A thing you do often is add something different like " but today I feel like eating it a bit more spicy but not too much!"

• All so he can focus on making the dishes flavor balanced out.

• He will mumble under his breath while thinking on how to pull it off. Adorable, no?

• But this isn't enough to shake his pretty little head out of it. A good start, though.

• After you had your meal, you offer to help him with cleaning everything while chatting.

• Now we two outcomes here: a regular bad day and a really bad day.

Scenario 1) regular bad day:

• On this case he will answer you as you chat, he won't ask anything though, so it is up to you make conversation.

• On this scenario you should ask him what's wrong while helping him clean.

• He will resist a bit, but will let you know that he memories of his past have surfaced again.

• Before he can get too much into it, you gotta act! It's time to put down whatever you are doing and give him a back hug!

• Boy will jump a bit. He wasn't expecting it.

• Nuzzle on his back while you are at it and you will get a heavy, yet relaxing, sigh

• He will be tempted to put down what he is doing but! Someone needs to finish this cleaning right?

• So he won't let you keep doing what you were doing, he rather have you clinging like a koala on his back.

• You bet he is done faster like this.

• When all is done you let go of him and guide him to your room.

• There you let him cuddle you and you whisper sweet nothing and compliments to him!

• He will want to be a little spoon and nuzzle on your neck.

• Play with hair and hug him tight from time to time to get him to sigh in relieve again.

• He may mumble how blessed he is to have you here with him and soon will sleep!

• But as soon as he gets drowsy he will give you a sleepy kiss wherever he can reach first, nuzzle on your neck, take a deep breath and relax.

• You can't help but smile at how relaxed he seemed. It's as if some heavy burden was suddenly taken away.

• You arms are his castle, a safe place, home.

Scenario 2) a really bad day:

• On this case while you are trying to chat with him, he will rarely answer you. Just a a few yes or no and a hum.

• You know things are bad by this.

• So you excuse yourself for a bit. Why? Well to build a pillow fort!

• Childish? Maybe, but it is cozy. You find the fluffiest blankets to put in there, the most comfy pillows and of course some water and tissues. He will need it. Some other things he likes too, like a book or a snack. No candles it is a fire hazard on this situation!

• When you come back you might find him sulking.

• Gently ask him what's wrong.

• He will resist a lot to tell you. So be kind and patient he will come around it to eventually, just not now. Don't pressure him either!

• When you are both done, you gently grab his hand and walks toward the room with the fort.

• He won't say much. But when he sees the fort? He will start crying.

• On this moment he will say how lucky he is to have you with him that now everything had beautiful colors when all his life everything was all black.

• He will cling to you before going into the fort.

• Good luck guiding you and him on it. You can do this! I have faith on you.

• He will start to say very depressing things about his past while crying and even sobbing.

• Please hold him and make yourself comfortable.

• He will cling to you for dear life, as if you were to disappear anytime.

• Now is the time to listen, as painful as it is to hear all the sobbing and the self hate comments.

• You can offer tissues to him while you listen and play with his hair.

• Hold him tight, draw circles on his back or even write a few things with your finger.

• When he is done pouring his heart out, hug him tight. As tight as you can and whisper sweet, honest feelings to him:

" nothing can get to you now, I am here. To protect, to love and to stay with you" .

• He may sob even more after it, but he needs to hear it! Take this time to craddle him and list what you love about him.

• You can feel his grip getting tighter at each word. You can feel the little sobs die down.

• And soon, he is calm enough to face you.

• Take his hair out his face and cup his cheeks!

• He will melt, you can see that the storm of emotions are gone from his eyes now, instead you see tired, thankful eyes.

• Your sweet smile and pink-ish cheeks makes everything so distant. So so far away, like it all happened in a nightmare.

• He may lean forward to give you a kiss on the nose. A sloppy one, since he was crying, after that he is back to nuzzle your neck.

• He won't sleep so soon. But he will start to draw patterns on your back and sides.

• Kiss the top of his head for more sighs and relaxed shoulders.

• When you fall asleep he will get up slowly to not wake you up and smile at your sleeping face. He will sigh and lean back on your shoulder.

• If you happen to stir, he will get a little stiff, but soon will relax when he feels you cuddling his head. Now he is ready to sleep.

Regardless of the scenario:

• When morning comes, he will be awake before you. But he won't leave yet.

• He will just stay there, looking at your peaceful sleeping face and trace gently, with feather like touch, your features.

• He will wait for you to wake up. When you do he will smile and thank you for spending time with him. Will also apologize for the "inconvenience "

• Please reassure him that is ok to feel sad.

• He will silently swear to himself to protect you now and forever. He won't ever leave you, ever. Even if it means giving his true name away.

• In the event he say this promise out loud, well, he will have an earful:

" I appreciate you wanting to protect me, but please, don't sacrifice yourself. I want to LIVE with you, wake up every morning to you and hold you like yesterday"

• His eyes will be glossy from the tears pooling. He will try to argue that for him, you are the most important thing in the world but your glare will put that down:

"I-i... am sorry. I- I just want to be with you too. I will fight for you! Whatever it takes, but... I will make sure I will come back home"

• That made you feel a lot better! So take your time to squish his cheek and kiss him.

• You both giggle, he gets red like a tomato. No matter how many times you two get intimate, he always blushes. Adorable.

• Now you are sure he is feeling better. The bad day is just a thing of the past, it may come back again, but you are here to save him.

• He is not alone anymore those ghosts cannot harm him any longer, because his home is right here, giggle at him.

• After all this emotional train, he is back to his normal routine. He helps you undo the fort too, if that was the case!

• He will be clinging more than usual for the next few days.

• Gotta level up your skill to do your daily routine while having him tugging at your sleeve or hugging you!

• As lovely as this is, it still stings how people could be so cruel to someone so kind.

• So this time, you promise to yourself if someone ever hurts him, they are done for.

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iyumeu · 3 years ago

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Pillow Fort Movie Time! - with the Brothers

After begging, pleading, wheedling, and scoring As for all your tests, Lucifer had finally given in and allowed you to use the House of Lamentation's common area one (1) time to do whatever you wanted.

And you wanted to build a pillow fort.

However! You were not content with just a pillow fort. No. You wanted a Cinema Pillow Fort: large, extravagant, and with a television you could watch a movie on.

And so you went to Mammon, knowing that he had a large flat-screen television hoarded somewhere within his room that he wasn't using at all.

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> When you asked Mammon for the television, he was somewhat reluctant to part with it at first. After all, it had cost him a pretty penny and it was fragile!

> However, after telling him what you wanted to do with it and inviting him along (because he would be part of your pillow fort movie party. C'mon. He never leaves you alone and it'll be better to invite him rather than have him try to squeeze his way in. Inviting him would make him feel wanted and you definitely wanted him there!), he had blushed and said that it wasn't that he wanted to help you, but you had asked and he just so happened to be free so he would help you set up both the television and the fort! But he wasn't being nice! He was just... making sure that your pillow fort didn't suck! Because he'd be in there too! (Because he was your first! Your man!) And he didn't want to be in a pillow fort that sucked!

> Mammon had no idea what a pillow fort was. But he wasn't going to tell you that.

> He plugged up the television and hung up the canopy of the pillow fort, layering the blankets and cloth (and why had Mammon been hoarding so much good cloth?) and attaching them to the part of the ceiling where Lucifer usually strung him from so they were nice and secure.

> Your excitement and joy was rubbing off of him and he found himself looking forward to seeing the end result of the pillow fort the two of you were building together.

> Meanwhile you placed some futons and thin mattresses — whatever you had lying around, really — on the ground before covering them up with a few layers of plush and fluffy blankets for the base of the pillow fort.

This was when Belphegor trailed down the stairs, sleepily rubbing at his eye with one hand and holding his pillow in the other, pausing in his step when he saw caught sight of the utter mess you and Mammon had turned the common area to.

⭒☆━━━━━━━ʕ -ᴥ-ʔ━━━━━━━☆⭒

> Belphegor's first thought was honestly to just leave you guys be. It looked like more trouble than it was worth and he couldn't really muster up the energy for it.

> But then you smiled at Mammon so openly and so sweetly, thanking him for his help, that Belphegor suddenly sound himself standing next to you, arms around you and his chin resting on your head.

> "MC... what are you doing?" he asked, ignoring Mammon's demands for him to keep his hands to himself.

> "I'm building a pillow fort!"

> Despite having a demon hanging off of you, you move with a practiced ease as you shifted the futons and mattresses around to ensure that there were neither bumps nor gaps in your base.

> With a similarly practiced ease, Belphie nuzzled his face into the crook of your shoulder.

> "What's a pillow fort?"

> You briefly explain to Belphie what a pillow fort was (pretending to ignore how Mammon listened in on the conversation as well): a construction made out of blankets, pillows, and other soft material resembling a sort of den or nest. It was supposedly very comfortable and cozy.

> This piqued Belphegor's interest. He asks if he can help. He wants to be praised too, like how you praised Mammon.

> You tell him to bring all the pillows he's willing to part with. This was something he could do. He had a lot of pillows, after all, and he would ask Beel to help him drag them all down.

> While Belphegor went to retrieve his pillows, you already had a few beanbags chairs that you bought specifically for this day that you placed around the fort. You piled your pillows together with them to create a few sizeable and steady piles to either lean back or bury yourself in.

Eventually, Beelzebub came down the stairs along with Belphegor, arms pull of pillows and cushions.

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> After setting down the pillows and watching Belphegor lie face first into a pile and fall asleep, Beelzebub's attention was immediately drawn to the pile of snacks you had set aside for your movie night.

> First, there were the snacks you had specifically imported from the human realm. Popcorn with various flavors, marshmallows, potato chips, ice cream... you even got yourself two buckets of cotton candy!

> Apart from those, you had spent the day cooking large servings of mac n' cheese, mashed potatoes, and warm soup (in a thermos!). You had also baked cookies and although half of them "mysteriously" disappeared when you were cooling them, you still had quite a sizeable serving left.

> Why did you have so much food? Because you planned ahead of course! From the very beginning, you knew that even though pillow fort movie night was something you planned for yourself, your wonderful, beloved, amazing, clingy demonic housemates would somehow become a part of it.

> The only thing you weren't sure was the number of demons joining you.

> It didn't matter though, considering Beelzebub was here.

> You had to stand between Beelzebub and the food, sternly holding your ground and talking him down. It was an extremely difficult endeavor, considering the lethality of Beelzebub's puppy eyes, but you pulled through. Just barely.

> You lied. You gave Beel the mashed potatoes.

> When you noticed that Beelzebub was still eyeing the rest of your food, you firmly told him that the food was saved for your movie night and that if he wanted to eat it, he had to wait until then.

> "When will movie night start?" he asked.

> "When the pillow fort is set up," you replied.

> +1 helper, get!

> He helped with most of the heavy lifting, bringing the high-backed dining chairs to act as boundary wall for the fort, tying the blankets to them.

> Your pillow fort was taking shape!

> However, it seemed a little too dark. You had completely forgotten to order the fairy lights you planned to use as mood lighting. Thankfully, you know someone who definitely had what you were looking for.

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When you knocked on Asmodeus' door to get some of his charmed candles (spelled to keep the flame to themselves! no more burns! no more accidental fires! no more fire hazards! get yours from akuzon now, for only—), he demanded to know what it was for.

> "Is it for a date? A candlelit dinner, maybe?" Asmodeus sidled up next to you, wrapping his arms around one of yours and snuggling close. "Or perhaps to set a romantic, sensual mood for certain... activities?"

> Was it just you or was Asmodeus' grip getting tighter?

> "Since when did you get a paramour anyway," he pouted. "I thought we were friends? Close friends, even! We're supposed to tell each other our secrets!"

> "It's for my pillow fort," you answered. "I'm making one downstairs with Mammon, Belphie, and Beel. You're welcome to join if you want to."

> "I'd love to join!" Asmodeus let go of your arm to grab his candles. "Scented or non-scented?"

> "Non-scented please, we'll be eating snacks while we watch the movie."

> Asmodeus gasped. "A movie? We're going to have a movie date? Ooh, I want to sit next to you! Can I?"

> "Uhhh, I don't mind, but the others might—"

> "It's settled!"

> Asmodeus looked so happy that you decided that you had to make space for him by your side, even if you were faced with ten thousand puppy eyes.

Just then, you saw that Leviathan's door was open and he was looking at the both of you with a pinched expression on his face.

⭒☆━━━━━━━～>º˵)ニニニニ>━━━━━━━☆⭒

> When he realized that you were looking at him, he panicked.

> "MC!!" he blurted out. "I wasn't eavesdropping!"

> His face was flushed red but you noticed that his gaze was still enviously fixed onto you and Asmodeus.

> "Do you want to join us in the pillow fort as well?" you offered. Levi's face turned redder and his grip on the door tightened. Ahh Levi, you're warping the wood.

> "I don't need to join in on your normie activities!" he spat out and then immediately regretted it. "I mean, I don't need to, but I don't mind it! Since you've asked, I suppose I can join in on your movie night and pillow fort!"

> "You don't have to if you don't want to," you said. Half of you was trying to be nice. The other half just wanted to see Levi flustered. You couldn't help yourself. A flustered Levi was a cute Levi!

> Levi mumbled something under his breath. You blinked and leaned in closer.

> "What did you say?"

> "I said I want to!"

> You grinned at him and discovered a brand new shade of red.

> You reached out to link your arms with Asmodeus and Levi.

> "C'mon, let's get back down. The pillow fort should almost be done by now!"

> "Oh right MC," Asmodeus suddenly said. "I've been meaning to ask; what exactly is a pillow fort?"

> "..."

When you were done explaining to Asmodeus and Levi the intricacies of building the Ideal Pillow Fort, you saw Satan standing in the common area, looking curiously at the fort.

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> You swear, if you had to explain what a pillow fort was one more time—

> "Hello MC, is this... a blanket fort?" Satan asked.

> Oh thank god.

> Or the devil?

> Religion is hard when you're in hell.

> "Yes! I call it a pillow fort but blanket fort is one of its names as well."

> "I see."

> Satan had come across blanket forts — or pillow forts, as MC called them — before in some of the human romance novels he's read. Usually they were used during terribly intimate moments between the romantic leads, or between two very close friends.

> Huddling together and trading hushed whispers, intertwined fingers and shoulders brushing against each other, a small part of Satan has always wanted to try it out with someone.

> Try it out with you, you, it could only be you.

> But he hadn't known how to make a blanket fort and if he were every to do something like that with you, he would want it to be perfect.

> He couldn't find any books on the subject of making blanket forts either so he eventually gave up on his fantasy.

> But now, here it was. The blanket fort.

> It was a little bigger than how he imagined it to be, but it was fine.

> There were also more people compared to how things were in his fantasy but that was also fine.

> He took careful notes in his head. Next time, he would be able to replicate a blanket fort and hopefully you would be willing to share it with him.

> "Would you like to join in?" you asked because Satan was really eyeing the pillow fort with a strange intensity.

> "If you don't mind," Satan replied with a smile.

It was just then that Lucifer came home.

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> "When you said that you wanted free reign over the common area, this was not what I had in mind," Lucifer commented.

> "Haha," you said. And because you already had like six out of seven of the brothers agreeing to join you in your fort, you decided to test your chances with Lucifer. After all, it would suck for him to feel left out. "We're all gonna watch a movie together, would you like to watch with us?"

> There was a long pause as Lucifer looked at you, at the pillow fort, at his brothers, and then at his suitcase.

> Just as you were sure that Lucifer was going to turn down your invitation, he sighed and gave you a small smile.

> Tiny, miniscule, microscopic softening of the eyes, but you knew him well enough to tell that it was a smile.

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> It took a while but eventually you all got yourself settled into the pillow fort. It wasn't a very tight fit, but it certainly was cozy with your clingy demon housemates squeezed tight all around you.

> Each of them had to have a part of their body touching yours, like you were their life source and it brought back memories to the time you went to the beach and, in the hotel, they all formed a circle around you to sleep like some sort of deranged ritual.

> Still, they wouldn't be your beloved demon housemates without all their oddities and quirks and you love them all dearly for it.

> It also helps that not all of them ran hot; some of them actually ran cold so you didn't have to worry about getting overheated anytime soon.

> Anyway, you were comfortable and once you made sure everyone else was too, you loaded your movie and hit play.

"I'd never given much thought to how I would die—"

#obey me #obey me x reader #iyumeu writes om #YES THEY'RE WATCHING TWILIGHT #i love twilight it's such a funny show #like non ironically. i really like it #anyway what if i wrote a twilight au where mc is a human and the brothers are vampires #ah but i have two more ideas i need to write before that...#obey me shall we date #bullet fic #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me x mc #anyway this was written by me for me #because i wanted to yume levi so bad #i want to watch anime with levi in a blanket fort sooo bad #it's not as shippy in some parts... ):#that's fine because the next one will be #still grasping characterization... h #anyway did you know that the pride sin is blue in color?#yeah it tripped me up too because lucifer's like decked in black and red #man can't you color code yourself? you dont even have a hint of blue. at least the other boys wear their color or have it in their eyes #except for beel... didn't know red was gluttony #beel darling please color code urself too--#huh they could make a set of power rangers #pls talk to me about these demonic boys i am alone in this fandom haaaaa #anyway first fic sorry if characterization is weird im not strong enough to get to the later stages... tch #anyway the pearls event was so funny when everyone was like #god i wish i could see how that looked like

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nothing-more-than-hot-leaf-juice · 4 years ago

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I'm obsessed with Zuko having quality bonding time with the Gaang at his families Ember Island beach house in the days leading up to Sozins comet. I mean, they went to the theater, they had beach parties. The Boi is experiencing funtimes with real friends! I just wish Iroh could've been there....

Headcanons for stuff the gaang did at ember island:

After the stuff that happened in the Southern Raiders, Katara wasn’t really in a place where she wanted to be around everyone else, so Zuko decided that since it was on their way back and they were planning on changing locations anyway, the Ember Island house would be a good place for her to chill out for a bit.

It was there that she asked him why exactly he betrayed them in Ba Sing Se and they actually talked about Zuko’s decision. I think Zuko helping her find her mother’s killer showed her that he was actively trying to make amends, but they needed to have the conversation about why he did all the things he did in order for her to forgive him.

When the rest of the gaang got to ember island, the first thing Zuko decided to do was burn all his family’s stuff that he didn’t the last time he was at the island. This time, however, they had a really nice bonfire and Zuko didn’t feel uncomfortable or sad in his family’s house for the first time in a long time.

The house has many rooms and for the first night, they all split up to sleep in separate beds but found they were much more comfortable sleeping in the same room. Their solution was to take all the pillows, mattresses, and blankets, compile them in one room, and make the largest pillow fort ever.

Suki taught Sokka and Zuko how to catch crabs. Sokka got pinched many, many times in the process.

Katara and Aang scheduled time to practice waterbending, but it mostly turned into them surfing using ice blocks and competing to see who could surf on the biggest wave (using bending to make the waves bigger).

Toph enjoys Zuko’s company a whole lot and Zuko would do anything she wants because she can always pull the ‘hey remember when you burned my feet’ card, so they spend a lot of time bonding.

There are a couple of Ursa’s old play scrolls in the house that Sokka finds and, being the cultured boy he is, gets super into them, much to Zuko’s delight. Sokka convinces Suki to join them in reading them aloud (”because that’s how you’re supposed to experience plays, you can’t just read them from the scroll”). She agrees but only on the condition that she gets to play the cool villain character and Zuko and Sokka have to play the lovers.

Zuko found out that Aang had been frozen in the iceberg for 100 years and was not, in fact, in hiding like the Fire Nation had assumed for a literal century when he asked why the play was called “Boy in the Iceberg” in the first place

After finding that out, Zuko just walked into the ocean and stood there for a couple hours

Toph woke Zuko up in the middle of the night after they saw the play and decided to put his Blue Spirit skills to use. They vandalized the posters for the play all over town.

Sokka found random bottles in a cabinet and decided that fuck it, if the world was going to end, he was going to get drunk at least once in his life. Zuko decided to not tell him that whatever was in that bottle was in no way alcoholic and just decided to see how Sokka would act ‘drunk’.

This allows Toph to bury Zuko with sand whenever she sees fit

Zuko and Toph wouldn’t say it, but they really aren’t into Katara’s cooking. Toph may be a bad bitch but she appreciates high society cuisine. Zuko needs at least five spices for whatever he’s eating to taste good. They steal buy a ton of local spices to give some kick to their next few meals. Zuko is happy with it but Toph immediately regrets it (not that she’d admit that she can’t handle spicy food).

Zuko helps Toph learn her way around the wooden house once he picked up on the fact that she couldn't sense her way around.

Ember Island has a tattoo parlor and Sokka was planning on getting one of the moon (the only thing that stopped him was Zuko convincing him that it would get infected).

Likewise, Toph was very close to getting her ears pierced just because it was something her parents didn’t want her to do (she didn’t give a shit about jewelry but if someone thought she couldn’t handle the pain of getting her ears pierced, she was 100% going to do it no matter what). Likewise, Katara talked her out of it with the argument that with the amount of dirt Toph is constantly covered in, there was no way it wasn’t going to get infected.

Suki was put in charge of cooking one night. It posed a bigger fire hazard than any bender that lived there. She is no longer allowed in a kitchen ever again.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #headcanons #zuko #aang #sokka #toph #suki #katara #the gaang #hot leaf content #the babes are asking #ember island

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caught-tumbling · 2 years ago

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Also blanket forts are your friend. Use brooms, umbrellas, dusters, etc to prop up blankets. Use mattresses, couch cushions, pillows, stuffed animals, etc to insulate. You're going for a nest.

Bed frames that are off the ground are giving you dead space that loses heat. Putting the box spring and mattress on the floor is better, preferably with a layer of cardboard or books underneath it

Don't start a fire without proper ventilation. Fire sucks out oxygen, adds carbon dioxide, and obviously smoke. The warmth of the fire isn't worth it.

Keep fabric away from space heaters, especially at night. They're a fire hazard. Definitely worth it if the alternative is freezing but do your best to mitigate that risk.

Don't blow on your hands to warm them. Your breath is humid and deposits tiny water droplets. The warmth is very short lived, then the water sucks heat from your hands.

Clean a tub really well and fill it with water. Just don't stay in that room long, the water will make it pretty cold in that bathroom.

Run water once or twice a day if possible, it helps keep the pipes from freezing and bursting.

For all comrades in the affected power outage/cold snap region: HOW TO STAY WARM

#advice

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kimberly-spirits13 · 4 years ago

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Batboys Helping with Exams HC (December 19)

Dick Grayson

He’s very supportive and understands how much exams suck

Every mention at it he sticks his tounge out in disgust

Exams are icky and he knows it

So he basically will turn on Disney instrumentals and sometimes lyrical if you can still focus with it

If you need flash cards he’ll help you make them

Helps you study by asking you rapid fire questions

He is the support team along with your favorite foods and a plethora of skincare items cause while your brain might be about to explode, he’s gonna make sure your skin still glows

Stress acne?

Bitch please CeraVe is here to stay

He can bake a few things and will make those but he totally gets Alfred to make an exam care box

More so Alfred makes one and makes Dick give it to you

He won’t make you go to sleep, but he does very much stress that you do eventually

Jason Todd

Man he took exams before he died

He just remembers them being hell

Then if he does happen to pursue college in any way to finish his education

lmao ... it’s hell

So whenever you lock yourself in the apartment and start studying he knowsssssss

It’s game time then

The man makes all kinds of food

Grilling

He’ll quiz you and gives moral support

Till he doesn’t and then is a massive distraction in multiple ways

If you’re not feeling one of those MULTIPLE WAYS you won’t hesitate to kick him out

Sry babes work is work and graduation is key

He gives up his hoodies and tee shirts which are like massive blankets

If you wanna get exam anger out he’ll turn on metal music and you both basically just metal out

Lose your voice after that

Tim Drake:

You both have exams at the same time

AP and college classes even if you’re not a junior or senior

It’s the worst time of the year but you do stay over at his house for about a week or more

All you want to do is get this thing done so you do

Since you both have the same classes you study for those classes together

KAHOOT, JEPORDY, & QUIZLET

The holy Trinity of exams

He’ll make sure there’s always coffee

Alfred’s coookkiinnggggg

Lots of blankets and pillows everywhere

At this point you’re both on the same brainwave and running off of one shared brain cell

You’ll maybe have a break somewhere but after sometime B won’t let you two patrol cause that’s a hazard and just no

There’ll just be intense laughing and then nothing upstairs and they all know you’re both sleep deprived

It’s nice having someone else to suffer with lol

Macdonald’s runs at 4am

Starbucks and expensive coffe shops are go tos

Musical soundtracks in the background of studying

May or may not fall asleep on each other

It’ll just be random too

Damian Wayne:

Wtf are exams

Wtf are we taking them

WTF

basically this kid had tests at the league but they weren’t “tests” per-say, they were open field you better know this or you might die kind of thing

So once the season rolls around he’s not super concerned but then he realizes it’s from the full semester and wtf

His floor turns into a pillow blanket fort that you both hibernate in

Titus and Alfred and always there

Sometimes as a break you just go down and play with Goliath

He makes sure that everything you need is there and everything he needs is also there

You’ll both run off of one brain cell but it’s a more collected cell until it isn’t

Then it’s sword fights with markers stuck together and acting out the plays in your literature class

Bruce walked in on you tackling Damian during said sword fight declaring yourself victor

*slowly walks out*

Damian doesn’t eat fast food but when he does it’s during exams

3am runs to the gas station for snacks

There’s always some diner that you guys go to and it’s nice cause it’ll be the only time paparazzi don’t get shots of you two out and about

The staff thinks it’s hilarious cause one of you is carrying this huge study guide and the other is carrying two laptops and a textbook

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off-the-heezys · 3 years ago

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@jaspvid-week Day 2: Camping/Baking + Day 6: Weather

Jasper and David are stuck inside because of a nasty storm, what will they do? Make a pillow fort, obviously.

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combines two jaspvid prompts bc i felt bad for skipping day 2 haha im a bit rusty at writing so pls bear w me you can read it here on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/32102020 or if that’s not your style, you can just read it here on this post

David had wanted to go camping that weekend. He was so excited, of course. Camping was one of, if not his most favorite thing to do. And to share the experience with Jasper always made him giddy. Of course, they stayed on secured camping grounds, both of them having bad memories of.. straying a little too far off the beaten path, you could say. But the day they were set to leave, a heavy rainstorm came down. Weather is always unpredictable, Jasper had told him, but seeing David so upset over it made his chest ache. Seeing David sad was like seeing a sad puppy. No one wants to see a sad puppy. So, dragging his lover with him, they both made a pillow fort in the living room, stealing away pillows and blankets from their bed and closet.

Jasper made a lot of these when he was a kid, staying up late and reading comics or playing video games in them. So he liked to call himself a “pillow fort master,” despite the several times it could cave in on him, making David laugh. Maybe he was a little rusty. After lots of trial and error, they finally had one that was stable enough to move kind of sort of freely in. They were a little too big for it, but that wouldn’t stop them. A couple of fake candles were littered about (David worried a real one inside the fort would be some sort of fire hazard), and Jasper had set up his laptop right outside the entrance of the fort. It was playing an hour long video of a campfire, which made David huff out a laugh and roll his eyes, smiling.

“It’s really pouring down out there.” David hums in agreement as Jasper hands him a plate with microwaved s’mores. The blonde lifted a blanket slightly and sat down next to the other, careful of the other pillows and blankets.

“Not as good as roasting marshmallows, but,” Jasper takes one off the plate. “It’ll help with the mood,” he said, taking a bite, careful of some of it oozing out of the sides.

“I didn’t even know you could microwave marshmallows,” David says, trying to find out how to hold his s’more without getting his hands too dirty.

“Really?” Jasper tilts his head. David nods, finally taking a bite out of his snack. “I used to do it all the time as a kid- I liked seeing them get really big. And-” he lifts up his s’more a bit. “They make for some really messy snacks.” He takes a bite out of it.

They both turn to the window in the living room as the rain comes down harder, drowning out the sound of the fake campfire for a moment. Then, David leans against Jasper, resting his head on the other's shoulder.

“Thank you for doing this,” he says softly.

Jasper leans into him, finishing his s’more before brushing his hands together and wrapping an arm around his lover, squeezing his shoulder.

“Of course. I’d much prefer you in here, with me, where it’s dry and warm, then out there, where it’s wet and cold.”

“Yeah- it is much more cozy in here,” David says, shifting his head on Jasper's shoulders so he could look up at him. He then reaches up and wipes some chocolate off the corner of Jasper's mouth, licking it off since they didn’t have any napkins around.

“Eeew, now you’ve got my cooties,” Jasper teases, leaning in closer to him and scrunching up his nose, squeezing David’s shoulder more. The redhead just laughs.

Just then, a loud crack of thunder makes them jump, and the power flickers out, a stillness settling through the house. Their only source of light was the laptop and the little fake candles scattered about.

“Hm,” Jasper says, sticking his head out and looking around in the dark room. “Good thing I microwaved those when I did, huh?”

Their campfire video went on for only a minute or two before buffering, the internet having also been cut out. The blonde closed the laptop with a quiet sigh.

“What now?” David asks quietly. Jasper looks over at him, almost wanting to tease him for being quiet despite it being just the two of them. He hums, thinking, before scooting some candles out of the way and grabbing a spare pillow, carefully laying down. His feet stuck out from the back of the fort from being too big for it, but just a little bit.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep each other warm,” Jasper says, opening his arms out for a hug as he lays on his back, a warm smile on his face. How could David say no to that?

The redhead slowly shifts down into Jasper's arms, carefully trying not to bump into anything with his legs. He wasn’t careful enough, because his leg bumps into something and the whole thing falls down on top of them, getting a small squeal out of David. He pulls the blanket off from over them, a pout on his face.

“Sorry…” he whines, making Jasper chuckle.

“It’s chill, babe,” the blonde says, shifting around slightly to get more comfortable now that the fort isn’t restricting him. Once he was fully relaxed, David cups his head and peppers kisses all over his face, making Jasper giggle.

“Next time, I think we should have more snacks,” David says. Something in Jasper's chest blooms when he hears the words ‘next time.’

“Maybe we can put on a movie if the power doesn't go off again,” Jasper suggests. They could either play it on their TV, since it was right in front of them, seeing as they made their pillow fort where the coffee table usually is. He knew David would want to play some outdated, cheesy romance movie, so for the effect they’d probably play it on the TV.

“And we’ll definitely need to build a bigger fort.” David looks at their dining room chairs that had been holding up the blanket and pillows. Jasper chuckles. “Not my fault you’re so tall,” he smiles, “and handsome.” David looks away with a shy smile on his face that Jasper could barely see since the room was so dark. He knew it was there, though.

After a few more minutes of discussing a future pillow fort date, David lays his head down on Jasper's chest with a loving sigh. Jasper, almost on instinct, moves his hand up and combs it through his red hair gently.

They didn’t need to say anything. The interaction radiates the words ‘I love you.’

The sound of the rain coming down faded out as they fell into a blissful sleep.

#camp camp #jaspvid #jaspvidweek2021 #cc david #cc jasper #i really have to stop posting things so late

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karasuno-chaos · 4 years ago

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Pillow Fort (Oikawa x f!Reader)

Some of my favorite memories from college involved making pillow forts with my friends. Also there’s a mild bit of swearing in this one, so if that’s not your cup of tea, I apologize. -Giz

Word Count: 1,485

Fluffvember masterlist

“I’m home,” you call as you step into your apartment, but you immediately stop at the sight that greets you. “What is that?”

“A masterpiece.” Your boyfriend’s voice emanates from the giant arrangement of blankets and pillows that now covers your living room floor.

“You built a pillow fort?”

“Not just a pillow fort, a pillow palace! It’s the epitome of comfort and creativity.”

“And was this your idea or Takeru’s?” you ask, finally taking off your shoes and putting away your work things.

“It was a combined effort, though the design was all me.”

You smile to yourself as you imagine his nephew complaining at having to fulfill his elaborate plans, but he was undoubtedly impressed once it all came together. The fort is massive. Oikawa has moved around some of the furniture in your living room to support the structure. Your two extra sets of sheets form the canopy, and he’s managed to secure them well enough that it doesn’t look in danger of collapsing. You hope they got it done in time for Takeru to enjoy it for a while before returning home for the night.

“Can I come in?” you ask, kneeling at what you assume is the entrance.

“Sorry Y/N, only Oikawas are allowed in.”

“What about a future Oikawa?”

“Wait,” he says, poking his head out of the fort to study your face, “are you pregnant?”

“What?” you cry, reeling back. “No! Why would-- I mean, we haven’t even-- Tooru, what the hell?”

“Just checking.” He smirks. “I’m not ready to be a dad, Y/N.”

“On that we can agree,” you snort, attempting to recover from being flustered so suddenly.

“Then if you’re not pregnant, does that mean you’re proposing to me?”

“Not after that stunt you just pulled.”

“Wait, pretend it didn’t happen! We’ll reverse time. I am ready to hear your proposal and be swept off my feet. Tell me how you want to be a future Oikawa.”

“Nope. I’ve changed my mind.” You sit back on your heels and shake your head sadly. “I’ll become an old maid and die alone.”

“Impossible. I won’t let that happen! You will accept my love, and we will live happily ever after,” he insists.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, because I said so.” Oikawa’s smile is playful but sincere as he pokes your nose in emphasis.

“Well, since you’ve already decided we’re going to get married someday, can I go in the fort?”

He chuckles before holding back the sheet to allow you entry. You dive in before he thinks of another excuse to keep you out. The structure is no less impressive inside. They somehow dragged your mattress out here--you wonder where they expect you to sleep now--and piled as many pillows and cushions as they could find around it to form a cozy nest. The canopy is tall enough to sit without having to hunch over too much, but it is obviously a space built for lounging, which is exactly what you intend to do.

“This is nice,” you say, sprawling out on the mattress.

“Isn’t it?” Oikawa crawls up the mattress to lay next to you.

“I like the fairy lights,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. You’ve always loved how fluffy it is. “They’re a nice touch, even if they’re a fire hazard.”

“The best things always come with risks,” he hums.

“If you set my apartment on fire, you’re paying for a new place for me to live.

“Or you could just come live with me in Argentina.”

“Oh, is that your plan? To make me homeless so I come live with you?”

“Would it work?”

You stop playing with his hair to hold his face gently. His eyes are mischievous, but there’s a tenderness in them that makes your heart feel like it could burst.

“Tooru, I would move to Argentina right now to be with you if it didn’t scare the hell out of me.”

He chuckles softly and kisses you before pulling you close.

“I know.”

He sounds like he’s brushing it off, but you can tell by the way he holds you that he understands. The past year has been difficult. You are so, so proud of him for following his dream and the strides he’s made to become better in volleyball and life. You truly believe Argentina is where he’s meant to be. You also believe that he is the man that you want to start a family and grow old with. If he were to propose in all seriousness at this very moment, you would say yes without any hesitation. Yet for some reason you can’t commit to following him around the world.

It isn’t that you’re scared of living together. More often than not, he stays with you on the few occasions he returns to Japan to visit. Your lifestyles are actually very compatible. It’s Argentina itself that is tripping you up. The country is beautiful--you enjoyed the one trip you made to visit your boyfriend--but it is a different culture with a different language on the other side of the world from your family and friends and the life you’ve known up until now. A move of that magnitude requires a lot of adaptation and humility, and you’re scared that you’re not up to the challenge. But there are days when the separation from Oikawa hurts worse than the fear, and you know it’s only a matter of time until you find the courage to follow him.

“I’ll get there,” you promise, holding him a bit more fiercely.

“You will,” he agrees, and you love him all the more for supporting you and not pressuring you. You really are lucky to have him.

“So how long did it take you to make this thing?” you ask after a while.

“About an hour.”

“Really? That seems fast.”

“Well Makki came over for a bit to help.”

“What?” you demand, pulling back a bit to look at him. “You invited Makki to my apartment while I was at work?”

“He was in the area and wasn’t busy.”

“He’s always busy when I ask,” you grumble.

“He probably just likes me better.”

“Probably,” you mutter. You can only imagine what snarky remarks he must have had when raiding your bedroom and closets for fort supplies. He’s been to your apartment before, but you usually make an effort to tidy up before he steps over the threshold to minimize the teasing. Next time you talk, he’s sure to have some new jabs to throw at you to try and get you riled up. That’s what happens when you’ve been best friends for years.

“Did you guys reminisce together over our good old Seijoh days?”

“Not really. We were too busy with the fort and keeping my precious nephew occupied.”

“And how was my favorite little Oikawa today?”

“Y/N, how many times do I have to remind you that I am your favorite?” he asks with a long-suffering sigh.

“You’re my favorite big Oikawa,” you reassure him, placing a playful kiss on his lips, “but Takeru is my favorite little Oikawa.”

“But between the two of us, I’m definitely your overall favorite.”

You hum as though seriously considering your answer.

“When it comes down to it, I really can’t say.”

“Y/N!” He rolls, taking you with him so he ends up sprawled on top of you, pinning you down.

“Tooru, get off,” you laugh.

“Not until you admit I’m your favorite.”

It takes you a moment to catch your breath because you are giggling so much.

“Alright, yes, you’re my favorite.”

“See, was that so hard?” He smirks at you, but there’s love in his gaze.

“You have no idea.”

“Y/N, so mean! You’re meaner than Iwa-chan!”

“And you’re more childish than Takeru, but I love you anyways.”

“Well, I suppose that makes up for it.”

You simply look at each other, and for a moment you are overwhelmed with how happy you are and how happy he makes you. You feel incredibly lucky that out of all of the people in the world, you fell in love with him. If you get to be with him like this every day, navigating a move around the world seems a little less scary.

“Tooru?”

He hums, brushing some hair off of your face.

“Can you get off of me now?”

“Mm, no.”

“Come on.” You laugh as you wrestle with him, and eventually he rolls off with a chuckle. “You’re such a pain.”

“And I’m all yours for the whole week.”

“The whole week,” you sigh, happy that you saved up your vacation time at work so you can spend so much time with him. “Do you think this fort will last the whole week?”

He turns to you, a grin on his face and fairy lights sparkling in his eyes.

“I guess we’ll see.”

#haikyuu!!#hq #oikawa tooru #oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! fanficiton #haikyuu!! fanfic #haikyuu!! scenarios #hq fanficiton #hq fanfic #hq scenarios #fluff #fluffvember #pillow fort

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redbeansoups · 4 years ago

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Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

In which you and Kirishima have one last week together.

It is Monday morning when you buy the ticket. You request to be put on the last train.

The conductor eyes you suspiciously when you ask. He doesn’t seem to be much older than you are, though you don’t miss the near-fatherly concern in his look. “You’re sure?” he says, thumb flicking over the mouse. His cursor hovers over the available seats on the monitor; it’s an odd time to travel, it seems, because most of them appear to be unoccupied. “It’s quite a late journey–”

“I'm sure,” you affirm; he hums in response, but doesn’t question it again. The ticket is secured and printed in a matter of moments, and he slides the slip over to you. It’s printed on a slick, waterproof material, and it squeaks against your skin as your fingers take hold of it. “Thank you,” you say, giving him a curt bow.

“Of course,” the man says, and mirrors your actions as you move away.

You have until Sunday night.

It is Tuesday night when you come home to a warm hug. Kirishima’s arms are strong and wrap firmly around you, pulling your head towards his chest. He smells of something warm and cool all at once; like a winter night in the woods.

“I’m home,” you manage to mutter, your lips hardly moving against his chest. He pulls you closer and laughs at the muffled protests you make; the noise rumbles against you.

When he releases you, he’s grinning, teeth bared all at once. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he says; you can tell he’s trying to restrain his excitement, because although his voice is low and casual, there’s something in his eyes that is positively glimmering.

“Really?” you say, playing along. “What could it be, I wonder?”

He chuckles, and his fingers entwine with yours. “I’ll show you!” he exclaims. In an instant, your bags are on the ground, your shoes lying long-forgotten by the door. He pulls you through the hallways and into the living room.

The lights are off; the room is lit only by a huddle of mismatched candles at the centre, each of them smelling vaguely of something sweet and spiced–cinnamon, vanilla, nutmeg. The couch is littered in pillows, the majority of them stolen from the bedroom; a large, fluffy blanket sits at the center of it all, already unfurled.

On the coffee table is a bottle of wine and a collection of DVDs, each of them an old childhood favorite.

“I figured you’d need a break,” he says offhandedly, not waiting for your reaction. He beams at the setup, lips upturned at the sight. Then, his face falls into a pout. “I was gonna make a blanket fort, but Katsuki told me it’d be a fire hazard with the candles, which sucks, because that would’ve been awesome..”

You watch his expression contort in a mock disappointment, and laugh.

“It’s perfect,” you say, tiptoeing to press a kiss to his chin.

There’s a lopsided smirk on his face that you want to remember forever.

It is Wednesday afternoon when he brings you out on a date.

He says to keep it casual, and you do; since he does the same, you opt for something light and airy. You’re shocked, though, when he brings his bike out from the hallway closet. It’s an older model, its paint a deep maroon shade with a metal basket fastened at the front of it; it’s been quite some time since you’ve last seen it.

When he notices the way your jaw goes slack in confusion, he offers a sheepish grin. “Thought it’d be fun,” he tells you. “Like when we were little.” He clambers onto the seat, and pats the spot behind him.

The action is all-too familiar. You seat yourself behind him, and wrap your arms around his waist. The nighttime breeze blows through your hair as he begins to pedal, the bike shifting and building up to a solid pace.

Your face is warm against his back.

After some time, the bike comes to a gentle halt.

You don’t recognize your surroundings at first; you glance around, disoriented. You seem to be in a small neighborhood; the houses around you are on the older side, quaint with overgrown gardens. There’s a large red postbox by the corner with a tabby cat curled up atop it.

It’s only when you catch sight of the cafe down the road that your face lights up. “We’re near school,” you say, and he smiles. He parks the bike, and leads you inside.

The elderly woman by the counter lights up as you two enter, the bell chime ringing familiarly in your ears. “I haven’t seen you two in forever,” she says, the crows’ feet by her eyes crinkling upward as she welcomes you two with a smile. The two of you bow deeply to her, exchanging old greetings. She brings you to the table farthest from the door, the one just by the little windowsill. “The usual?”

“Yes, please,” Kirishima pipes, and the woman smiles, staggering away.

She emerges again with two plates in hand; she sets down a portion of curry for the both of you. “It’s good to see you two,” she says, before moving back to sit behind the counter.

The cafe is empty save for you both.

“Just like highschool,” Kirishima says, grinning.

Just like highschool, butterflies and all.

It is Thursday morning when you emerge from the closet with a stack of collapsed cardboard boxes cradled against your chest.

“Already, huh?” Kirishima says, watching as you lay them out onto the kitchen table and begin folding them one by one. He pulls out the chair beside you and seats himself, grabbing one to work on for himself; they smell faintly of something old and wet, and his nose crinkles.

“Yeah,” you say, somewhat wistfully. When you finish folding one, you throw it into a pile with the others; there’s a growing pool by the dining table that is threatening to spill into the living room. “The movers will be here in the morning.”

Kirishima lets out a sigh, long and drawn-out. It’s a rare sound for him; you’re used to hearty laughter and cheery snickers. He’s looking around your shared flat, as if to take in every detail; the potted plants by the windowsill, the books on the shelves, your framed paintings and pictures on the walls.

“Last-minute, huh?” he teases, though you can’t find it in yourself to meet his eyes.

“Nothing new,” you tell him, and continue working.

That night, as you pack away everything you’ve known, you can’t help but sigh along with him.

The flat looks to have lost its soul.

It is Friday night when Kirishima invites all your friends over for dinner. Bakugo, his self-declared best mate, is the first to arrive. He hangs his coat up on the stand by the door.

“Heard about the promotion,” is the first thing he says by way of greeting, voice gruff as per usual. “Quite a job,” he says, and you figure he’s congratulating you, so you thank him with a smile.

Jirou arrives next, dragging a shivering Kaminari along behind her. “He forgot his coat,” she explains easily, her fingers moving to unbutton her own. The man in question is pale-faced, but he offers you the best of a greeting he can, teeth chattering all the while; Kirishima bursts out laughing at the sight.

Sero and Ashido are the last to appear, the two of them donning matching suits. “Fashionably late,” Ashido tells you, flashing you her signature grin. She’s brought a bottle of something–you think it’s champagne.

“Fashionably stupid,” is Bakugo’s retort. It’s a poor comeback, but everyone laughs nonetheless.

You usher them all inside, and soon dinner is served. The champagne bottle is popped open.

It is only after dinner that Jirou pops the question.

“You two will be alright, won’t you?”

Kirishima’s eyes flit to yours. You give him a weak smile. “Yeah,” he tells her.

She doesn't look convinced, but lets the conversation drop.

It is Saturday morning when he wakes you up with a kiss to your forehead. The sun has still barely risen, the warm yellow just beginning to break through the horizon.

The room smells of something sweet; Kirishima has a tray in his arms.

“French toast,” he says, smiling as you slowly arise from your slumber and sit groggily up. He sets the tray down at the foot of the bed, and crawls gently in, so that he can sit cross-legged beside you.

He’s brought two plates in, with a glass of cold milk each. The french toast—a thick slice on each plate, just as he likes it–is perfectly square and golden-brown, the syrup poured delicately over the top. With each serving comes a handful of freshly-washed strawberries, their skin bright red and glistening.

You’re sure your grin looks crooked and dumb, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“You’re the best,” you tell him. He looks proudly down at you.

“You know it,” he says, and presses another kiss to your forehead. “There’s more where that came from, too. Wait until you see what’s for lunch.”

“Pasta?” you say, eyes shining up at him. You’ve already started to eat; the french toast is fluffy and soft and sweet, and you can’t help but let out a sigh.

He chuckles. “You’ll see.”

That day, you savor every bite of his cooking.

It is Sunday night when you bite back a sob at the platform.

He’s pressed a letter and a small box into your hands. “The box first,” he whispers, moving your fingers so that they close around them, “and the letter last.” You nod and bring the gifts to your coat pocket, careful not to let your tears fall around them.

And then his hand is on your face, thumb stroking your cheeks gently. He wipes away the tears that fall, rubbing them into your skin. You want to stay there, and take it all in; his callouses, the dips between his fingers, the way he slides over your cheekbones, the lingering smell of warm wood–

There’s a ring, followed by an automated message.

The train will depart soon.

“You’ll be okay, won’t you?” you manage to say.

“Yeah,” he croaks. He doesn’t make any attempt to hide the wince that follows.

“Eiji..”

Before you can speak again, he raises his chin, eyes looking straight into yours. You don’t fail to notice the liquid pooling in his eyes. “I’ll be okay,” he says, firmer this time.

You don’t believe him, but, after a moment, you nod anyway.

“Okay,” you breathe, allowing your hand to fall to your side. He presses one last kiss to your lips, and then does the same.

All too quickly, the warmth of his skin vanishes.

You board the train, and watch as he blurs into a splatter of red.

When the tears no longer blur your vision, you pull out the contents of your pocket, and lay them out onto your lap.

The box is a deep crimson, shiny and smooth to the touch. You lift its lid gingerly.

There’s a silver necklace within it; you lift it up, the thin metal chain cool against your skin. A small hourglass hangs at the end of it. You fasten it around your neck, shivering as it slides over your nape.

You open the letter next, sliding the cardstock out of the envelope. It’s a little thing, and far from the obnoxious cards he usually sends; you’ve long become accustomed to his cheesy, slapstick greeting cards. This, though, is something else entirely; plain and simple, an off-white, creamy toned paper.

His handwriting is neat, constrained.

I wish we’d had more time.

#goodbyes are harder when you're still in love #i really love this piece!!! it's one of my recent favorites :)#writers on tumblr #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #bnha fluff #bnha angst #bnha imagines

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fotiathymos · 4 years ago

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■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon for GaloLio when they get together after the events of the movie? 🥺

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

This got long and idk how to properly make a read more on mobile so uh.. suffer with it.

I always just imagine it being a small city apartment that was Galo's. Cheap one bedroom in an apartment building with not the best maintenance kept up. Elevators broken all the time and the place is on the 8th floor. Lio hates that the most since it causes him to be stuck in the apartment sometimes when his legs are acting up after losing and regaining his limbs.

Galo's place use to be just where they kept their stuff and slept sometimes, as they usually were at work and sleeping in the fire truck alot too. And yeah, most their life they bought models and figures they built and anime merch and other collectables but it all would collect dust and not be displayed much. The only thing Galo took care of was their memorial display for their parents. The rest of the apartment was dusty and a mess from lack of use.

After Lio started coming by, Galo cleaned up. And once Lio moved in.. he encouraged Galo to actually 'live' in the space. One day Lio and Galo took out and displayed neatly all the little knick knacks that Galo collected together. The day was mostly spent with Galo talking about each item and how they were built or what media it's from to Lio. Eventually Galo bought items for Lio, like dragon figures.

Slowly the apartment was very lived in as Lio even gained stuff of his own to put in it.

Lio started a fire escape garden, much to Galo's protests of it being a fire hazard. (Lio's justification for it was him living with the world's number one firefighter, so he's safe and Galo couldn't deny that.) Lio set up his own work desk in the living room. Galo set up weights and gym equipment in the living room to spend more time at home with Lio.

The kitchen is a mess to an outsider but to Galo, everything is where it makes the most sense to them. Things are everywhere and some cabinet doors are missing cause Galo needed the easy access and the door was in their way. The fridge is usually stuffed full with (mostly) non expired food. Recipes taped to the outside of the fridge along with magnet letters that spell out inappropriate words or silly messages to eachother. Their coffee pot is used daily and kinda gross. Paperwork from Lio's work would always be somewhere it shouldn't be. Galo's fire fighter suit and boots were by the front door for quick access, just in case he was called in immediately from home. Beside that would be Lio's cane that'd be forget everytime he left the house.

Their living room had a good three months where the couch was converted into a pillow and blanket fort and they slept and watched movies and ate all inside the fort.

Their bed is never made and Lio's clothes would always be on the floor and annoying Galo. Galo's side of the dresser was actually very neat and had little dividers. Lio's clothes were hung up if it was frilly or nice, otherwise he'd have a chair with clothes thrown on it, clean or not. Lio lined one wall of the bedroom with pet insects and plants. Galo has a billion posters and photos and string lights above the bed. They'd have a mirror covered in stickers and polaroid pictures and some make up smudges.

... Imma stop now cause it's getting long and you prob get the jist. I've built their apartment in the Sims 4 a bunch of times I should take pics again and show em off hehe.

#boop merps #this one was fun #sorry it took me like hours to write #im slow texting on my phone #like very slow...

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hihiii I have a request!! can you write something for kirishima and/or deku with an s/o that wants to build a pillow fort with him 😔✌🏽✨ pls and thank u and I love u 💓

hi my love <3

@vangoghmusings @mixxfi @katsuhoee @izuku-sakura @star-mum

pillow fort!

Izuku (Deku) Midoryia

Now, Izuku isnt the type to take building pillow forts lightly, if it’s to impress you - it’s going to be amazing.

You were stood next to eachother, izuku had his finger on his chin as he surveyed what can only be described as damage.

The pillows you had stacked as a “wall” were leaning too far left and the lights you threw across the top of the fort were dangerously close to becoming a fire hazard.

You stood next to him, looking up at him as he spoke- “I think it’s missing one thing...” He said, brows furrowed as he walked toward the entrance:

“What? What’s it missing?” You asked, totting over to him.

“This!” He laughed, grabbing you around the waist and throwing you inside:

“See! Perfect now!” He laughed, making you laugh as he pecked your nose- his cheeks igniting red as you scruched your nose up slightly.

“See! Perfect fort constructed by us.” You said waving your arms around the “tent.”

Eijirou (Eiji) Kirishima

When Kiri asked you to study he didnt expect to open the door to 2 quilts and a bag full of pillows.

“Hello? Anyone in there?” He laughed, moving the cover slightly to see the top of your head poking out the gap he created.

“I suppose studying has gone out the window,” He laughed, taking the duvet from your arms. “Au contraire mon chéri,” you smiled, standing on your tip toes to kiss his cheek.

“This!” You said, “Is me finding excuses to build pillow forts with you but pretending its a battle strategy!” You mused- raising your arms above your head triumphantly.

“You are the cutest thing.” Eiji mumbled, walking over to you and resting his chin on the top of your head. “How are we going to do this?”

After three hours of bickering over how high the fort needs to be (“Y/N! You barely scrape my shoulder how the fuck am I going to fit in a tent where YOU have to crouch?”)

The fort stood, completed, in front of you both- your hair was stuck to your forehead and Eiji stood next to you- two pillow cases tied together and wrapped around his head like bandanna- his arms raised in the air triumphantly.

“Thank Christ.” You said, walking over to the fort only to be scooped up by Eiji and plopped inside: “this is comfortable,” he said- looking around, pulling you towards him as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Movie time!” He suggested, lifting you closer to him as you lay on his chest- nestling into the crook of his neck.

#my hero academia #class 1a #katsuki bakugo headcanons #katsuki x y/n #kirishima x you #mha headcannon #todoroki x y/n #anime #deku midoriya #deku x y/n #kirishima #kirishima headcannon #izuku x y/n #todoroki x izuku #yandere izuku #eijirou kirishima imagine

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vampire-named-gampire · 4 years ago

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Carry On Countdown - Day 17

Hello! Another ficlet for the @carryon-countdown! It’s once again something that I crammed, so forgive me for any grammar mistakes

Prompt: Blanket fort Word count: 1.5k Rating: G but also like there are jokes so maybe T? Summary:

Three idiots + a handful of blankets + hermit crabs = a disaster

PENNY

When I come back home from uni, Simon is sitting on the sofa, staring into space. My heart falters at the sight. Simon’s been doing better, but there are still bad days. He doesn’t turn to my direction when I come in.

I drop my bag by the sofa and go to the kitchen to get us some water and snacks. (Chances are he hasn’t had any today.) Then, I sit down next to him, placing a bag of salt and vinegar Walkers on the coffee table. (It’s not the most nutritional snack, but Baz has infiltrated our pantry.)

Simon smiles a little and reaches for the crisps. “Thanks.”

“How are you?” I ask. He hates these types of questions (so do I), but it’s important that he communicates his feelings. (Yes, I may have sat in one or two of his therapy sessions.)

Simon just shrugs. “I’ve been thinking, y’know? About the past.”

“About Watford?” I ask. He shakes his head and shoves a fistful of crisps in his mouth. (Simon does that, when he doesn’t want to answer straight away.)

“No more like… childhood past. Care homes and such. And how much I missed out,” he sighs, taking another crisp from the bag. “I mean, I don’t want to feel sorry for myself, but at the same time, I just wish I could do some of the normal childhood things, you know?”

I want to say I know, but I don’t. Yes, both Simon and I had to grow up very fast because of the whole Humdrum and imminent war situation, but at least I had a normal childhood before Watford. I had Christmases and food on the table and people telling me they love me. Simon didn’t. He never got to experience playing around with his siblings or have his parents teach him how to ride a bike and then spell his scrapes away when he fell. It makes my heart break for him.

Then, an idea crosses my mind. I jump off the sofa.

“Where are you going?” Simon asks as I sprint for the bedroom.

“To get supplies. We’re doing normal childhood things!”

BAZ

When I get to Simon’s, the living room’s a right mess. More specifically, it’s a mess of blankets and pillows and cardboard boxes. It takes me a few moments to realize that it’s a blanket fort.

I can’t decide whether to sigh, smile or just walk back out. What on earth has possessed Snow and Bunce this time to make a blanket fort?

Just as if on cue, Snow’s curly head peeks from in between the blankets.

“Baz! We built a blanket fort!” he beams.

“I can see that.”

“Please, this is more of a blanket castle!” Bunce sounds from the inside. “Baz, can you turn off the light?”

“Turn it off yourself,” I say, taking off my shoes and my coat. And then I do turn off the light because I’m a pushover and I’d do anything for these two idiots. The fort glows faint golden shade. Bunce must’ve spelled some lights on the inside of it. (I hope they’re not using real lights – that could be a fire hazard.) (You can be a pyromantic vampire and still be aware of fire hazards, thank you very much.)

“Thank you!” Bunce’s voice sounds from the inside.

I get on my knees (even though I’m wearing very expensive trousers) and edge towards the fold of blankets where Simon’s head was peaking out just moments ago. “Can I come in?” I ask. Truth be told, I was never allowed to build blanket forts as a child. I’m intrigued to see what the fuss is all about.

Simon’s head peaks out again. “Password,” he demands, smiling.

Huh? Password?

Of course the idiots have a password. I should’ve expected this. But what would Simon want for a password?

I’m fully aware of my still puzzled expression as I lean forward and press a kiss on his forehead. Simon giggles.

“That’s not the password,” he says, blushing a little. (It’s good to see him like this.)

“It should be,” I retort.

“A password should be something that works even if Penny comes to the door.”

“You think I won’t kiss Bunce?” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“Ew!” Bunce’s voice sounds from the inside.

“On the forehead!” I clarify.

“Disgustingly sappy!” Bunce calls back.

“Come on, just try again. You can guess it, I promise,” Snow prompts me. I sigh.

“Can you give me a hint?”

“It’s one word. Something that I like.”

“Scones!”

“No! But damn, why didn’t I think of that?”

“Sandwiches?” I try again. He smiles and opens the blanket for me. I crawl inside.

They’ve really made something of the place. Bunce must’ve spelled it bigger, because there’s enough room for Simon and I to sit upright, even with his wings. The walls are adorned by tiny glowing orbs and they’ve got a pile of snacks in the middle.

“Welcome to Fort of Being Responsible Adults,” Bunce greets me solemnly. I bow my head, playing into it.

“I feel honoured to be here.”

“The rules are no sabotaging the fort, no snogging and no stealing of snacks. Are we clear?” she asks.

“The sabotaging might be a bit hard to resist,” I say, smirking at Simon. He jabs me in the ribs in return. (The snogging rule is unfair, really, especially since my ideas for a password are much better.) “May I call an emergency meeting?” I ask.

“Emergency meeting called. What would you like to discuss?”

“The password sucks.”

“It does not!” Simon objects.

“Snow, ‘sandwiches’ is the weakest password in the history of passwords. I’ve seen hermit crabs stronger than your fort password.”

“Hermit crabs are actually quite strong for their size,” Simon mutters.

“Are you suggesting we change our password hermit crabs?” Bunce asks.

I roll my eyes. “I’m suggesting we change it from sandwiches. We can have a democratic election.”

“There are only three of us…” Simon starts.

“I suggest we do change it to hermit crabs,” Bunce says.

“I think it should be onomatopoeia,” I say. Simon frowns at me. (He hates long words.)

“You think the password should be onomatopoeia or that it should be an onomatopoeia?” Bunce asks, deep in thought.

“Guys, I don’t even know what onomato-whatever means!” Simon cuts in.

“What do you suggest then, Snow?”

“Goblins!”

I roll my eyes at him. “If we’re going for magickal creatures, we could’ve at least gone with vampires,” I say.

“Baz, that’s like having your name for a password!” Simon objects.

“And having goblins for a password is like having the name of your celebrity crush,” I retort. (I’d sooner go three days without blood than pass up an opportunity to tease Simon over the fact that he thinks goblins are fit.) (I’d sooner go four days without blood than admit that I actually kind of agree with him.)

“They’re well fit,” Simon shrugs. (Always stands by his beliefs, that one.)

“Guys, I came up with a password. Goblin crabs!” Bunce exclaims. Both Simon and I groan.

“Bunce, that sounds like an STD.”

“I’m not sure it’s not,” Simon mutters.

“You probably know all about it,” I say, which is a low blow, even for me.

“Hey!” Simon protests, poking me in the ribs. I squirm, which is my great mistake, because the next moment, Simon gets this devilish look in his eyes and then he’s on me tickling me.

“Stop, stop!” I protest while laughing.

“Penny get in there!”

He doesn’t have to tell Bunce twice and suddenly I’m being attacked from both sides, laughing and squirming and struggling to catch my breath and damn them, they know I’m very ticklish.

“Stop, stop! I take it back, I’m sorry!” I wheeze. I feel myself losing balance and the next moment, I’m flat on my back on the floor, left to the mercy of Simon and Bunce. (And they don’t have any.)

Simon leans over, determined to continue his attack, but one of his wings catches in a blanket, pulling the whole fort down with him.

We all end up lying on the floor, laughing, with blankets and bedsheets piled upon us. My ribs are hurting from all the tickling and I squirm when Simon’s arm slides around my side, but he doesn’t tickle me, just pulls himself closer, laughing quietly into my shoulder.

I turn my head in his direction, suddenly overwhelmed by feelings of fondness for him. Seeing Simon so happy is such a rare occurrence and it never fails to catch me off guard and make me disgustingly sappy. I can’t help it; he’s been depressed for so long that seeing him smile is like music to my ears. Seeing him laugh so hard that he’s crying is a whole fucking symphony.

I lean over and press a kiss on his forehead.

“No snogging!” Bunce scolds me.

“The fort no longer stands Bunce. The rules are meaningless,” I retort.

We all laugh some more about it. In the end, it’s Simon who speaks again.

“Rest in peace, Fort Goblin Crabs. You served us well,” he says solemnly.

“Rest in peace,” Bunce and I echo. Simon snorts.

“What?”

“Goblin crabs.”

That sends us into a fit of giggles again.

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A/N: here’s how I imagine Baz looking on his first attempt of guessing the password

#please check the link it's the best part of the fic #um anyway this is my first time trying to write penny's POV #idk what else to say my back hurts #i'm sorry about goblin crabs #it's downright awful #carry on countdown 2020 #coc 2020 #carry on #wayward son #any way the wind blows #simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #baz pitch #penelope bunce #snowbaz fanfiction #snowbaz fic #snowbaz #my writing

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