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soft-bugs · 8 months ago

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Stress Relief/Calming Distraction/etc. Ideas for Regressors (based on my own experiences and things I've learned from others)

-- FIRST AND FOREMOST,

• Take some deep breaths. I know that's like listening to a broken record and obvs doesn't work for everyone, but it's worth a try!

• Drink some water and put some comfy clothes on and/or wrap your favorite blankie around yourself!

• Put on some soft lighting, if available. Especially if you're overstimulated!

• If you gotta/wanna bodily/vocally stim, DO IT!!! I also like to use stim toys and touch/hug soft things like a blanket, stuffie or pillow.

• If you have a pet, give 'em a cuddle or some pets! (a stuffie is also very comforting!) Or if you have one that can't/doesn't like to be handled/touched, you can just sit and watch them move around (feeding them if needed, can also be fun to watch!) (I love watching my fish swim around/eat sometimes 😹)

• If you're feeling anxious; dip your face in a bowl of cold/ice water, eat something sour or spicy like Warheads sour spray, Sour Patch Kids, Takis or jalapeños, hold something cold like an ice pack against your chest/stomach, try to relax your jaw and shoulders, use stim toys/stress balls

• If you're feeling angry; you can crumple/tear up pieces of paper or an old notebook. Writing down your feelings and/or scribbling rapidly before doing this is good too! You can also punch a pillow or anything soft enough to where you won't hurt yourself. Ik it can be wasteful, but snapping wooden pencils into lil bits was very therapeutic for me for a while! If you happen to have balloons for whatever reason, you can tie one to a rubber band(/string?) and bounce it against your fist like onea these babies:

• From the one above, write out your feelings! Even if it's just "I am feeling _ because _". If you have a hard time finding the words, here's some cool emotion wheels I like to use!:

• If you are on your period, take some painkillers (Midol is a lifesaver!), try to avoid caffeine & nicotine if you smoke, use a heating pad/heated blanket if available, take a hot bath or shower, if possible exercise/walking or certain stretches can help with cramping, and I'm gonna be completely honest here free-bl33ding on the toilet just helps sometimes idk 😂

-- NEXT, DISTRACTIONS:

• If possible, go for a walk or ride your bike around the block!

• If possible, try to talk to/call or text someone you trust, like a friend or family member. You can talk about anything, it doesn't have to be about what's causing your stress/anxiety/etc.

• Watch TV, YouTube, stim GIFs/videos, etc. Whatever helps you relax or laugh!

• Play a calming video game (I like to play Slime Rancher, Animal Crossing, Cooking Mama, Night In The Woods, Webkinz and No Man's Sky on creative mode!)

• Be creative! Even if you think you're "bad" at it bc it doesn't matter if it looks "pretty," you don't have to show anyone or post it anywhere. All that matters is if it makes you feel better! Drawing/doodling and coloring have always been a very great emotional outlet for me! Other fun stuff you could do: Splatter/abstract paint, make a collage or start a scrapbook, make a DIY craft with stuff around your house, SCRIBBLE!!, play around with an instrument or music program/app, design a character on Picrew or some sort of character creator, print out/make paper dolls and their clothes, stickerbomb something, film a music video featuring ur pets/stuffies/toys!

• Continuing the creativity one, make a mood/stim/agere board for yourself, an OC, your fave/comfort characters(s), etc.!

• Do word/number puzzles like word searches, crossword puzzles, sudoku, acrostic puzzles, cryptograms, framework/fill-in puzzles, etc.

• If you like making lists (like me), write out a list! (Ideas: Your comfort characters/movies/shows, your favorite board/video games, favorite places or cool places you've been, interesting animals, favorite bands/musical artists, current favorite songs, etc.)

• If you're like me, you can play some music and write down your favorite lyrics from each song that plays! (And doodle/scribble around the paper borders in between hehe) And/or make a playlist! Maybe make a playlist of songs that make you feel better in that moment, so you can look for it whenever ur stressed/upset!

• If possible, take a hot bath (you can add bubbles, bath bombs and/or toys!) Or a quick shower. Oh, and speaking of, I have a tip for people who struggle with brushing your teeth/remembering to do so! Try brushing your teeth when you shower!

These aren't the only things I do/know about, just ones I can remember at the moment, and they may not all work for everyone of course, but hopefully this is helpful to someone. 🥺 Feel free to add more in the replies/tags/reblogs!

#for reference; my period started today and pms is rude and unkind lol 😭#agere mental health #agere #age regression

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prettygreenpills · 1 year ago

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Stay warm - Larissa Weems

warnings: tw!vomiting, sick!reader, gf!larissa, soft!larissa, etc.

“Issa, I am so cold,” you said quietly while you were sitting in the living room with your wife. She closed the book and looked up at you, knowing your sickness wasn’t getting any better.

“I’ll bring you another blanket,” she said softly and got up, walking over to you.

“Bed please,” you whispered and when she reached you, she leant down. Putting her hand onto your forehead, you could see the worries in Larissa’s eyes.

“Darling you’re burning up,” Larissa whispered and she knelt in front of you. You looked down at her and she tilted her head to the side, letting you know that she was serious. “Come. I’ll take you to the bed.”

And with that, Larissa picked you up. She made sure the blanket was covering you really well and she started walking in the hall, making her way to the bedroom you two were sharing.

Shaking on her arms, you let your eyelids cover your eyes. Feeling Larissa’s hot breath on your neck, when both of you took a turn to the right, you knew that you were entering the main bedroom in her house.

“I’ll cover you and I’ll bring some tea and cold compresses. Be right back, okay?” Larissa asked softly and brushed your hair out of your face. You just nodded and closed your eyes, resting on the bed.

As Larissa left, you curled up into a ball. Feeling the coldness getting under your skin, you held the sheets tight and close to your body. But it didn’t seem to help.

Not knowing how much time has passed, you started biting on the edge of the pillow. Not knowing you were doing that, you felt sick from your stomach somehow. As soon as that happened, Larissa was back with your hot tea and some bag.

“Here darling. Wait with this because it’s too hot. I also brought you some medicine for the fever,” Larissa stated as she walked over to your side of the bed. Looking at her, you slowly sat up on the bed, feeling really weird. Everything was slowly spinning. “Drink this love,” Larissa handed you a glass of water first and you weren’t strong enough to take it from her. She put it to your lips as she sat onto the bed and helped you.

As soon as you felt it coming up, you pulled away, spilling some water over yourself. You grabbed the bucket and hung your head in it, shaking from the feeling of vomiting.

A soft hand landed on your lower back. Larissa was sitting next to you and her long fingers were brushing you through the fabric of your clothing. Feeling it sticking to your body, you were sweating too much.

“I’m sorry-“

“It’s okay love. Rinse your mouth and let’s rest,” she said softly once again and you nodded your head. Rinsing your mouth with the glass of water, you spat it into the bowl again and laid down onto the bed softly. “I will be here with you for the rest of the day. You should get some sleep now.”

“But what about school? You have to go there-“

“They’ll be okay for a day without me,” Larissa assured you and you swallowed hardly. Laying on the bed, you let Larissa cover you.

“Thanks,” you said as loud as your sickness allowed you to and you closed your eyes. Feeling Larissa brushing your side, you knew that she was staying close to you as long as you needed her.

You were walking in the forest which seemed to be so familiar to you. Not knowing where were you, you kept looking around.

From time to time the wood sticks cracked as you were walking and stepping on them. The coldness was hitting your bare skin and you couldn’t look down at what you were wearing.

A girl voice you could hear nearby made you freeze in the middle of movement. The voice… it was somehow familiar. You knew this girl, you just couldn’t remember from where.

Walking towards the place where the sound came from, you soon reached the spot. When you saw a body laying on the ground, covered in leaves, your eyes widened and breathing got heavier. You knew those clothes from somewhere.

Stepping to the human and kneeling down, it wasn’t a surprise that they were laying face down. Taking them by their shoulder, you turned the whole body. And when you saw that blonde laying on the cold ground unconscious, you screamed.

“Shh, darling it’s alright. I’m here. Shh, it was just a bad dream…”

“Issa?” You sobbed out quietly and opened your eyes. Realizing that you were facing her at that moment, the tears fell from your eyes right onto the sheets.

“I am here sweetheart. A bad dream?” Larissa asked softly as she checked your temperature and she frowned.

“I- you- you were-“

“Let’s calm down alright? I’m right here,” Larissa kept saying softly and you swallowed. “Do you want to talk about it later?”

“No,” you said firmly and brushed your tears away. Larissa sighed quietly and checked your temperature again.

“Alright. Here is your medicine for the temperature,” she handed you the little pill as she sat up and gave you a fresh glass of water. You accepted it from her and took the medicine as you were supposed to. Slowly drinking the water you were making sure you won’t throw up again. And when it felt alright for your stomach, you sighed quietly.

“Thank you,” you told her, realizing that you were sleepy once again.

Larissa’s hands wrapped around your sweated body and you rested your chin on her clavicle. Sighing quietly, you closed your eyes once again and after you could feel your lover, you weren’t afraid of any other nightmare.

“Now try to get some rest again. I’ll be here when you wake up. Nothing is happening to me,” Larissa whispered and brushed your hair. You nodded into her shoulder and breathed out, resting like this with the woman.

#writers on tumblr #fluff #gxg #prettygreenpills #larissaweems #nevermoreacademy #nevermore #angst #sick reader #cold #vomiting #tw #prettygreenpills angst

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advice-to-try-8d · 1 year ago

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What you can outside the internet

With no or almost no money for entertainment:

Mancala: Search Mancala Rules and how the game looks online dig some small holes on the ground or instead of holes draw circles on paper get some small stones or other small stuff and that's an easy 2 player game

Diy Bowling: get a couple of empty bottles you can take from a recycle bin if you have non fill with sand and throw a ball in that direction and call a couple of friends

Library: they don't only have books but some have free movies free computers comics or free events check them out!

Park

Make Belive: you can play pretend almost anywhere in the world with enough imagination you can pick up some sticks to add extra stuff or use building as part of the story if you get kicked out make it a part of it and move to a diffarant location! With some time and diy you can even make extra props look online for advice!!

The Apricot Pit Game: It's a game where you dry naturaly apricot seeds (after you finish the fruit) and try to throw them to score the most point into a predetermined area harder to throw more point for example you can cut holes in a shoebox and the hardest to score is more points or from farther away etc etc

Meeting at a friend place

Free art galleries schools may have more of those made by the students

Diy arts and crafts when your about to throw away something if you think it cam make a nice craft save it for later to have extra metirials to have fun with don't save all to not start accidently hoarding stuff but yes some an empty cardboard box can make a nice fairy house with some colors as I say

Planting stuff many ppl eat fruits and veggies that have seed when you finish you can plant some and see how it goes maybe search tutorials online and use the water from outside to not higher the water bill

Water Fight: if there's any hoes or chip balloons or even bowls you can fill with water you can start throwing water at each other good for a hot fay

Snowball fight: if you have opposite weather

Sand castle: If you have any sand near ya you can get some water maybe some spoons or even just your hand and start building sand castles aren't just for beaches they can be made anywhere there's sand

Going for a walk and following a random safe animal see where it goes maybe it will interact with you too ^^

Draw: if you have some paper and a pencil or even your finger and sand you can do that you can even look outside for inspiration and draw in the street

free outdoor games search that phrase online you will find there's more than you think!

Go visit ikea play pretend there or hide and seek the place is huge and cool

Invent games look at what you own what's near your home and do stuff inspired by it! Just keep it safe

Go visit a mall try on some clothes as you would play dress up with buying non or explore teh area

Search free event near me just eat beforehand cause the food is probably not cheap to cover it

You have old clothes your not happy with or don't fit you anymore make them into something new! If a jacket gloves crop top tank top doll clothes pillow case new bag whatever you pls! It's free fabric now same with old bedsheets or curtains your about to change if you want even more free fabric tell your friends taht if they are about to throw away clothes pls give them to you!

Ask for specific birthday gifts many ppl want to start hobbies they can afford or go on a specific adventure but sometimes if you ask for your birthday from a bunch of ppl to come togather fir the same gift you may be able to have it!

Picnic: if everyone brings a bit from home you can have something fun togather!

And there are many more! Just search the internet and use your imagination!

Humans are not ment to be trapped inside a digital world at all times so let's change it!

By letting ppl know they have options to live outside of it too!!!

#free game #life improvement #hope #third space #third spaces #diy #my post #ideas #better future #mental health #free

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maybe-a-dinosaur · 2 years ago

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matsukawa collects the marbles from ramune bottles. he doesn’t even drink them just collects empty ones from family friends hanamaki etc. he claims to have “perfected” the strategy of getting the marble out of the bottle without causing bodily harm (it’s notoriously hard to do) and No One knows how he does it. not even hiro.

hiro is Pissed he knows everything about issei why not this he’s an asshole what gives. the marbles live in a giant jar on matsukawa’s desk hanamaki regularly Stares into the clear glass abyss he KNOWS issei is hiding a horcrux in there no other explanation . he doesn’t even Do anything with them they just sit in the jar maybe there are a few in the family fishbowl hiro seethes. he finds one under his pillow one day in the hanamaki household he jumps up and down he doesn’t talk to issei for two (2) days he hasn’t forgiven him (he keeps it in his sock drawer he fidgets with it)

there are theories as so how he does it ofc (plastic grocery bag and bowling ball, cooking knife, magic, fire even) this is a well known phenomenon most people don’t care or are blithely impressed . hanamaki is livid he and oikawa point fingers call him out for gatekeeping issei hums sips his sports drink walks to the bleachers. he is unbothered. 3 new marbles in the jar that afternoon hiro hides all of issei’s left shoes.

#lips are sealed #iwa might know but it’s funny to see hanamaki mad so it’s a mystery as far as he’s concerned #issei gatekeep #he’ll never tell xoxo gossip girl #haikyuu #matsukawa issei #matsuhana

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mcx7demonbros · 2 years ago

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I’m having Obey Me NB x Power Rangers/Super Sentai brainrot.

Like I can imagine The Brothers bosses (Mammon on a bird, Satan in a cat bowl, etc.) being evil generals of some sorts and when the monster of the episode dies, they just run away, angry and cursing the Rangers lol.

Lucifer would be the most plain general. He doesn’t have his personal soldiers and he uses his own wings to keep himself mid-air. When attack, Lucifer sends out his poisoned apples which also serve as bombs. The Rangers must not let the apple bombs hit the ground and explode because they would leak poison all around the city/town. So they must try to catch all & diffuse all the bombs the moment Lucifer sends them out.

Mammon’s personal mount is his most trusted crow friend. His soldiers are mechanical birds he sends out. They are annoying because they usually attack one Ranger in a group. Like 1 Ranger has to fight 10 of them at the same time. Fortunately, they are easily to deal with since they are grunts.

Levi is untouchable because he’s always in a bubble, which is surprisingly durable and hard to destroy. The Admiral’s grunts are fishes, mostly goldfish & sharks. They look funny but deadly dangerous, especially in underwater fights.

Satan is a cat-loving general. Everything about his faction screams cat. His soldiers are cat balls, which are so cute that many refuse to fight them. Even if you are not a cat person and/or can still fight, beware of cat-hair which will trigger any allergy (including non-cat related).

Asmodeus is all about himself. His soldiers are dolls modeled after him. Like him, they have the power to charm people but are weaker. Asmo & his dolls can scream & the screams are enough to make your ears burst.

Beelzebub - the gluttonous general and his hamburger companion. His grunts are hamburgers that can and always try to eat the Rangers literally.

Belphegor - always sleeping but still attacks while hugging his pillow. He mainly relies on his rams. Be careful not to get hit or you will fall into a deep sleep 😴

Book, car, sheep ball, neon horse, etc., are like a transport methods or giant robots used when three generals (either the Brothers and/or the side generals) working together. Imagine the plan fails or the monster explodes and the sheep ball rolls away while one of the generals says “I will make you pay, Rangers!”

MC is the true evil who acts behind the scenes to accomplish their own mysterious personal goals XD

#obey me #omswd #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me ruri tunes

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remember-to-be-gentle · 4 years ago

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Love your blog and you are an absolute wonderful writer. I always keep an eye out for notifications from you!

I’m not sure if request are open, but if they are, what about a reader that surprises Hawks during his rut with “laying” gelatin eggs when he has no idea what they’re up to? Feeding into his bird instincts? Thank you lovely!

Subject: BNHA, Hawks aka Keigo Takami

Title: Pop One, Pop Two... (NSFW, fem reader)

Trigger Warning: Ovipositor, egg laying, gelatine eggs, marbles where they are NOT supposed to be, dub con, belly bulge, heat/rut

The front door opened. “Hi, babe,” Keigo sighed, his wings drooping behind him as he’d come back from work. “What are you...” He lost his train of thought when he saw you.

After seeing him preparing for his rut (humping your pillows to get his scent on them, becoming overly jealous, roughly fucking you into the early morning, etc.) you’d decided to help him out. You bought an ovipositor online and spent the day making gelatin eggs just for him and had been in the middle of trying it out when you lost track of time. “Hi,” you called from the living room floor, the ovipositor stuffed into your cunt, the bowl of gelatin eggs beside your wide open legs. “This wasn’t how you were supposed to find out about this.”

Keigo took a step toward you, his golden eyes black from his swollen pupils. “Are those... eggs?”

“G-Gelatin,” you said, removing the ovipositor. As if on cue, the freezing cold eggs slid out of your cunt, popping out slowly onto the towel that you’d laid under you. Keigo’s eyes were glued to you. “They’re really cold.”

“I appreciate the effort,” he panted, “but... there’s something better we can try.” He scrambled for the kitchen and returned with a jar full of marbles. They weren’t small, all of them the size of pool balls. Honestly, when you’d seen the jar you’d assumed they were for playing pool not... “C-can you put these in?” He was twitching, a tent already growing in his pants.

“Keigo,” you whispered, “those are a little... big aren’t they?”

“Real eggs are much bigger.” All the gold in his eyes were gone, the darkness a reflection of his growing desire. “C’mon, we can use the lube to make it easier to insert them.”

“I-I don’t know...”

Keigo didn’t wait for you to make up your mind, ripping open the jar to produce one, shiny, green marble. He squeezed lube onto the smooth surface, licking his lips as it dribbled on the sides and across his fingers. “Don’t worry, babe, I kept it clean for you... for this.” He pushed the ball against your entrnace, mouth open and panting as he watched your gummy pink cunt open to take his false egg.

You tried not to squirm as you felt the cold marble enter inside you, stretching your insides as it slid in deeper and deeper toward your cervix. You walls squeezed it, fluttering as it tried to push it out, but Keigo was quick in lubing up another thick marble and pushing it in.

You could feel them click against each other inside you, rolling with a delicate grind that had you shivering and whining.

Keigo only took that as encouragement, sending in another fat marble until three of them were clinking around inside you, making you so impossibly full. When you glanced down, there was a bulge in your stomach. Your heat gave them heat, your insides numb to their size except for when they brushed across sensitive spots or clicked together.

You tried to roll your hips, get more comfortable, but Keigo pinned your hip down, knowing any twitch of your abdomen would have his beautiful eggs shooting out. His gaze fixated on your cunt, on that little opening that couldn't even hide the last marble. “Three inside and I can see just the edge of the last one.” He groaned, “You can’t even close yourself up all the way.” He poked a finger at the bit of marble he could see, making them click together again. “Now,” he whispered, “you can push them out.”

Your body didn’t need any more instruction than that. The moment he removed his finger, the first marble surfaced, slowly gliding through rings of muscle before popping out and onto the towel.

Inside you, the other marbles traveled toward your entrance, every time you writhed, the muscles pushed them further towards the exist.

“C’mon,” Keigo purred, “just a little bit more...” A sharp whimper escaped you as the second marble popped out, clacking beside the other one, covered in your juices and lube. Keigo’s wings beat together with excitement. “The last one,” he panted, “push out the last one. C'mon, baby, you can do it.”

This one seemed to be stuck near your core, your insides fluttering and squeezing around it as your struggled to push it out. "Keigo," you whined, "I can't-."

"Shhh," Keigo grabbed your hand and pulled some hair of your face, his own inches away. The curve of his smile gave away that he was enjoying every second of this. "Sometimes eggs get stuck and that's okay, you just need to push a little harder." He kissed your cheeks and then your neck as he reached for your cunt, encasing your clit between two fingers and rolling it until your thighs clamped together.

You could feel the marble pushed deeper into you, right against your cervix once again, grinding against the sensitive hole.

"You can't push it out like that," Keigo teased. He let go of your hand and clit, repositioning himself behind you to rip your legs open. "Now, try again."

You leaned into him and cried out as your pushed, the marble finally dislodged and popping out of your cunt in a gush of fluid and lube. Exhausted and sweaty, you collapsed into Keigo.

"Good job," he purred, offering chaste kisses, "now let's try that one more time."

#raven writes #keigo takami #hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha #my hero acaddmia #tw egg laying #tw ovipositor #tw dub con #tw marbles where they are not supposed to be #tw belly bulge #tw heat

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reivontulet-arch · 3 years ago

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let's do a weird headcanon thing .

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE : rory almost always has some form of coffee scent clinging to her, a sweet & spice of cinnamon and nutmeg along with the warmth of coffee beans. her favorite body cream smells like the ocean, in the morning when the air is clear and the wind picks up with the a salty smell tinged with a fresh scent of morning dew. like her style, her perfume is understated but noticeable. everything about the way rory smells exudes warmth and inviting-ness, so her perfume reflects that. some powdery, floral scent, a mixture of lily of the valley and sandalwood cover up the scent of antiseptic and latex gloves, nicotine and tobacco on her fingers.

HOW THEY SLEEP ( sleeping position , schedule , etc ) : rory sleeps curled up on her side, knees tucked close to her chest. usually, she’s hugging a pillow close to her chest, while the other keeps the sheets wrapped tightly around her, in the middle of the bed. when the weather is warm she only sleeps in a loose shirt and underwear, but when it’s cold she probably layers up underneath a heavy blanket because rory can’t stand the cold and her apartment doesn’t have good heating. due to the nature of her job ( most of her jobs across the verses ) , rory sleeps when she needs to, and usually catches around 4-5 hours, if she’s lucky. she doesn’t get a lot of nightmares but when she’s anxious she does wind up falling asleep late and waking up the same time she does. her constant caffeine intake also contributes to a diminishing sleep quality. she’s a morning person, and likes to be up before the sun is out, so it works out for her.

WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY : rory likes a lot of folksy and acoustic music, but also a lot of show tunes and musicals as well. she has the vocal range so if she can sing it and sound good in it she probably likes it. there are definitely a few guilty pleasure out of usual genre favourites here and there but most music is usually mostly background noise or part of a running playlist to fill the silence, more than anything.

HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND EVERY MORNING GETTING READY : because rory is a morning person, she wakes up earlier and takes her time. after a morning run she is usually never in a rush, takes her time getting the shower and her ritualistic morning coffee brew out of the way. she doesn’t actually spend time getting dressed or dolled up, and even then it usually doesn’t take her longer than thirty minutes before she’s out the door. since she commutes to work, she needs to be early. ( especially if she uses her bike )

FAVORITE THING TO COLLECT : in verses when she’s been sober, she collects sobriety chips. they’re reminders of how far she’s come, or of her relapses. she also collects seashells from her visits to the beach, one of her favorite spots. she has a little jar of seashells of various shapes and sizes stowed on one of her shelves.

LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED : right handed.

FAVORITE SPORT(S) : bowling. she doesn’t look like she can pick up a bowling ball bit she has perfected her technique. a prized member of any bowling league.

FAVORITE TOURISTY THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELLING : rory’s not traveled much but i imagine she’ll want to do something she’s familiar with and already enjoys. try the local coffee, go to the beach, maybe even go on a food tour.

FAVORITE KIND OF WEATHER : rory prefers warmer to colder weather. her favourite would be spring, when the hint of coolness is still in the air but the sun’s warmed up the weather and everything smells and looks so fresh and renewed once the biting coldness has thawed. she can even feel her powers rejuvenate, and her own energy levels improve as the cold goes away.

WEIRD / OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE : rory hates looking through peepholes on doors. she has had a growing fear of finding someone there if she looked, so she doesn’t looked. she also hates the hall of mirrors, whenever it skews how she looks like. she just can’t look at it too long.

THE CARNIVAL / ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL : her aim with a gun might be awful but she’s made so many kids happy at the carnival by winning them the biggest toy at the water gun stall. wack-a-mole also is very therapeutic for her. she may be letting out her frustrations on that one too literally.

tagged by: @ltrooster & @ltdice <3 tagging: @gunbash , @greenelight , @gentsleuth , @damecrime , @crescnti , @nancyedrew , @adventurecall , @dinopunching and you!

#it was nice to refresh this because i did it a while back so now i have more solid headcanons so i love this!!!#‧ ⁘ ✦ ☾ ︴ answered — go ahead and cry little girl.#‧ ⁘ ✦ ☾ ︴ headcanons — the chains are broken but are you truly free?.

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sleepdeprivedqueer · 3 years ago

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I See You: Chapter Five

Javier Escuella x oc

Warnings: Micah being Micah, some adult jokes, mature

Three days have passed since they've set up camp, it was calm enough. If it wasn't for be woken up from an old lady yelling at the others to work. It was stressful the first two days, but on the third day, it seemed calmer. The girls would gossip and she learned more about them. Mary-Beth really loved anything romantic, vampires, murder, hunting, fairytales, curses, soulmates, etc.

These past days instead of wearing her own clothes she wore the spare dresses that Abigail lended her. It seemed better for her anyways, like she promised the old cranky woman. Michelle didn't do too much, just laid there in her little tent, or the girls would keep her company. They would tell Michelle about what the gang was like before the whole shit show. How everything was peaceful, how they had enough food and shelter.

Sadie would come over for comfort, Abigail would help, it pained Michelle to hear her sobs. Luckily the O'Driscoll was tied up to a tree without any food or water. No warm clothes either, so when night fell he would be freezing his balls off. They would taunt him by them throwing food down in front of them. It may seem a bit harsh to her, but he deserved it. If she could, she would throw a bowl of the soup at him. Making his hair dirtier that it already was, she wanted to do it so bad. But she didn't.

Michelle had to admit, a few boys in the camp looked nice, Charles was a tall and strong man. Being able to watch him chop wood over and over again. His deep silent voice was soothing, his muscels flexing against his shirt. He would greet her every now and then, he promised her that he would take care of Splash for her.

John was out of the question because of the whole Abigail and Jack thing.

Arthur seemed to be very moody, mean to some old Uncle guy. But he was nice and understanding, a bit of a joker too. He was very sweet to the little boy Jack, he also seems to have a history with John. Everyone joked about what was in his journal, wondering about what kind of rumors there were. Wondering if he ever talked about women or about how he wants to be married.

Lenny was young, wild, and sweet, a funny man, but he seemed heartbroken. Michelle wouldn't call him a fine man, cute yes. But no, he was maybe 19 or so.

Javier. Javier was a ladies man, sex on legs, he would come sit by the ladies and play his guitar. Always kept well groomed and nice looking, always trimming his facial hair to keep it looking nice and fresh. Everything he owned seemed expensive, it was a wonder how he was even living as a outlaw. His pistol was very shiney, he also had a knife collection. It became known to Michelle very quickly that Javier was the best with knives.

Then there were the men that made Michelle want to throw up her insides.

Micah, a disgusting human being, a racist and sexist man. It did seem though that he did like feisty women, strong and feisty. She learned that from how he reacted to Abigail and herself when they rejected him and got sassy. But of course, Michelle got mainly all the attention from him, he still tried with the other girls. But she was his main target, walking by and flirting, making jokes about how lovely he is in bed. How lovely her body would be in one of his shirts. It was kind of hard to believe it was only the third day at this camp.

It was now the fourth day, the chilly misty mourning with the sun shining through. A small orange hue still in the glow of the sun. Birds shirped, the chickens ran through the camp, which probably woke some other camp members. Slowly sitting up, a small moan falling from her lips as her bones pop and her shoulder aching. Her night gown a little damp from the mist, sticking a bit to her body. Feet were freezing despite wearing two layers of socks. Checking under the pillow to check on the hunting knife, making sure it was safely tucked away in it's leather casing.

After making sure it was okay, grabbing one of her shirt and then an extra skirt, changing into it. Shoes put on, hair fixed a bit, a small jacket over the blouse. A small huff that was surrounded by fog as the grass crunching as she walked. The pot still out over the burnt out fire, the coffee pot beside it. Softly grabbing a coffee mug to try and not make much clanking noise. Picking up the pot and pouring it till the cup was filled enough. The steam lifting into the air, the strong bitter smell hitting her nose.

Walking over to a bag of sugar by the wagon, getting some up and putting it in. Stirring it until all the sugar was disolved, giving it a sip to see if it was good. She didn't like the taste so she put some more in it and stirring it till it was disolved.

"Well, this morning would of been shit, but now that I see your pretty figure my day may be blessed," that hoarse voice disturbed Michelle of her midway sip. Micah Bell, up and early, ready to start the day with sexual flirtation.

Michelle grunted, contuining to take a sip as she walked back to her tent. Hoping that he'll leave, but nope, nah ah, he followed her.

"Aw come on, don't be like that sweety. I just wanna talk, ya know it's a crime to hide such beauty. Especially such a beautiful body that you may have. The curves that the skirt can show, the way your hips softly sway. It hurts my soul the way you sit there on your bedroll. You look so pretty just sitting there, both the sun and shade making you seem like some angle that I've never seen," he contuined on, he was getting closer. Her brows furrowed.

Luckily, Charles was up and early, chopping wood, speeding up her pace a bit. The sound of the grass crunching made Charles look up. Noticing what she was walking away from, he sighed in annoyance. Standing up straight, and pulling out a chair for her to sit in. Michelle took it, sitting behind the tall handsome man. Micah let out his evil chuckle.

"Ah, I see, a fan of this silent man eh?" Micah chuckled, leaving before he got thrown by Charles. Once he was fullt out of sight, Michelle sighed, letting her body relax.

"You alright?" Charles asked

"Yeah, thank you Charles. I'll pay you back someday, thank you," Michelle thanked, both hands on the coffee mug to try and warm them.

"No need, that bastard needs to be taught a lesson," he grunted as he swung the axe, splinters flying into the air. As time went by, the camp started to become more alive. As long as they drank their coffee of course.

While sitting in the chair, a very sleepy and just woke up Javier walked by. A hand on his hip and the other in his hair trying to brush it some. A lighter part of his neck caught her attention, it always did but she could never fully see what it was. Not to mention his shirt collars are always tied up so whatever it was, he didn't like it.

Charles picked up the bag and stuffed wood in it, bringing it over to the fire. So now it was just Michelle sitting there, drinking the last of the coffee in her mug. Glancing around to see if Miss. Grimshaw was around, she was over on the other side smoking. Taking a deep breath as she laid her head back, body sliding down a bit. It was going to be a long week or so.

Javier glanced at her relaxed tired like form, he was still in question from the mountain. Whatever she had done, it had to be something big, John did say that she did have a bounty. But it was 43 dollars, but still, it bothered him, Flaco Hernandez was a big bad old gunslinger. He started in Mexico, then gathered a gang and left for America. He was still a legend in Mexico, especially when he got his own cigarette card.

Being a bounty hunter he learned who he was fast, some of his gang came back to Mexico to start trouble. The Del Lobos were nasty sons of bitches, killing and burning down houses, killing families, taking some women. It really bothered him that a woman, a girl who looks like she's on edge 24/7 could be any intrest to Flaco.

"I'd be careful son, you can't take her now, Miss. Grimshaw will kill ya," Dutch teased. Javier grumbled a bit, knowing why Dutch said what he said. Dutch laughed as he walked away, it was gonna be a long ass week or so.

Six days have passed, everyone seemed happy, eyes bright and sparkling. John was starting to get better along with Michelle, their healing about the same time. The both of them were allowed to move a bit more freely. Of course Michelle took shelter with the ladies, being around men the most of her life meant she didn't get to see a lot of women. Or talk to them really.

She would help some, fixing holes, getting small and easy stains out. That was about it, but the ladies had their work cut out for them today. It was laundry day, so she helped with what she could do. Which was ignoring her pain and fully helping with washing the clothes. From all the talking, it seemed like the boys liked to get it trouble back before now, coming back with bloody shirts.

But luckily, they were lying low for the time being. But they still had their work cut out for them.

Huffing as Michelle washed away the mud off of the shirt, the water starting to become dirty once again. Her lip bleeding a bit from biting on it so hard from making such fast movements. Tilly had already went to get herself some more water, the other two may need to get more after a couple of more clothes.

The slightly brown tinted water was spalshing around, sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, letting the water get her arms. Pulling the piece of clothing out to look at it, despite the fact that it was clean there were still other shirts she had to handle. The girls gave Michelle most of the shirts since they were the easier to clesn than pants. They also took the kindness of taking care of the mens underwear, saying how she was too new and pure for it.

Boots lightly thuded against the floor, the sound of spurs lightly moving following it. Probably guessing that it was Micah, Michelle prepared herself for all the comments and jokes. But nothing came.

He may of passed while she was mentally preparing, or maybe went another way. But she did hear the sound someone else washing clothes. Tilly was back, a soft huff left her as she began to work again.

Just like any water does when you wash clothes, it gets dirty, and you don't want it to get too dirty. Sadly, the shirt she was washing at the time wasn't fully finished. Setting it aside off of the ground, grabbing a rag and drying her hand off, fingers wrinkeld a bit. Back popping as she stood, arching to make it pop fully.

Looking down at it, it looked dirtier than it did before. Sighing, there was two options. Take care of it herself and get yelled and lectured at by Miss. Grimshaw, or don't, and ask one of the girls. Or maybe one the the men when one of them walks by. Taking then riskiest choice, she kneeled down, hands gripping the metal ring. Shoulder was already in pain, biting her bleeding lip harder.

"Michelle I ca-"

"Ah I got it, you ladies already have enough work," that voice, it sounded familiar. Footsteps quickly walked around her, softly removing her hands and picking it up himself. Looking up to be met with the face of the male who hid his neck. Mister Javier.

He paused for a few seconds, looking at her face before walking away to change the water.

"What a gentleman he is, it's really romantic," Mary-Beth giggled.

"He's one less man that takes the chore of washing his own clothes. Although I do feel a bit offended that he doesn't trust us with his clothes," Tilly commented.

That line made Michelle go 'ooh', she was wondering why he wasn't playing his guitar. Or why she never heard it in the first place. Turning to look behind her, they were right. There was another metal bowl ring like thing filled with water, a pile of nice looking clothes next to it.

Yet again, it made her question how he could stand living out in the wild as an outlaw. Sleeping on a bedroll on the cold, rough, harsh, ground. Stepping in horse shit or walking around it, cleaning up the horse shit like that. Having to bathe in rivers and lakes, risking to get one of those blood sucking worms.

"It's a wonder he hasn't tried to talk to you yet Michelle. With your sombreros near your tent, and because your a lovely women. Plus you have a nice meat packet in your lower part of your body," Karen teased. Michelle blushed, shaking her head.

Spurs rang out as they got closer, turning her head towards the noise. Javier was back with fresh water, it didn't seem like he was having trouble at all. Softly setting it down somewhat close to his, moving the clothes basket closer too. Giving him a thanks and contuined washing the clothes.

Time passed, it was time for a break. The three ladies stopped and went to get some snacks and a cup of coffee. Michelle having already some snacks by her, just leaving her and Javier. Javier and her. The water slashing around, getting her bare arms wet glancing over at the flashy man.

He was being a little more careful with the water, a soft humming song filling the air. It was calming, very calming, eyes wondering down to his hands that was came out of the water. His fingers were scattered with scars, not much but they were there. His bangs hanging down, he would push them back some butnthey always came back down. Going back to her chores washing away. She was almost done now that she realized.

"You know Spanish?" He asked. Filling the small silence, Michelle paused for a moment.

"Not really, just some lines to go by and to help me get by," she answered, removing the newest clean shirt from the water. Hanging it up before grabbing another one and washing it. Hearing a hum falling from him.

They both went back to focusing on their piles of clothes, glancing at each other whenever one of them removed a piece of clothing. From the area they were, the both of them could hear things going on around the camp. Micah was sharpening his already sharp knife, Uncle was mumbling a song, little Jack was playing in the dirt. The O'Driscoll was whimpering and whining, Bill seemed to be drinking, Abigail was helping Sadie through her sadness.

It was a sweet soft day, it may of started out tough but Michelle started thinking that it'll get better throughout the day. She was sure of it.

The nice weather of New Hanover was a mix between hot and cold, maybe a tilted a little more towards the cold. It felt good, with her living her life between the hot and cold weather it felt nice. Spring and Fall was Michelle's favorite seasons, the mix between hot and cold seemed to gave her peace. She could do things like run or do anything that can make her sweat would cool her down. But with New Hanover, the weather changed fast, like a Chestnut mare's attitude.

Dark clouds started to form, making the sun's light seem to shine brighter. Glancing back over at Javier as he changed his white shirt that he has been working on since they last talked. Glancing ovet at him as the sun brighten the area around them.

His skin looking a nice rich metallic caramel skin, his hair looking fluffed up and shiny. His bangs were swept back with water, probably with clean water. He seemed hyper focused, his seemed relaxed but at the same time hardened, a couple of strands fell into his face. It took a bit until he stopped what he was working on. He huffed some air out of his mouth to move the strands out of his way. It was cute to see how he blew his bangs out of his face.

The clouds started to form over the camp quicker than before.

Miss. Grimshaw was making her way over, she could tell by her footsteps and how fast she was coming. Taking out her final shirt that were now finished, she hung it up. Quickly standing up, hoping to make it seem like she was looking around at the edge of the camp. But it was a mistake to stand up so quickly, not only did she get dizzy, but a strong gust of wind hit her. Tipping her off of her feet. Stumbling and damning herself, cursing that she had jinxed herself for the day.

Two strong arms wrapped adound her middle, connecting to a body, a hard and stern body. Head connecting against something squishy and hard, a groan falling from the person, or the male.

"Woah, you okay there?" He asked, stumbling himself a bit. The bottom of her skirt became heavy from the water being spilled from her stumbling. Soft breaths in her ear as Javier directed them to stand up straight.

"Miss Iris-," there was a strong silenced pause as the both of them froze. There stood Miss. Grimshaw, cigarette in hand, giving that mom look. The one that didn't need any words, the both of the quickly seperated.

The three of them stood there, for a little bit before the older lady huffed.

"Miss Iris, I wanted to check on your shoulder. So if you can, quickly, make your way back over to your tent before it starts to rain," she told, trying to sound as nice as possible. Michelle nodded and walked over to her tent. Miss. Grimshaw stared at Javier, he had his hands in his pockets, "Mister Escuella, I hope you weren't doing anything that you shouldn't be doing."

Javier flinched a little from her stern voice, he nodded though.

"The wind knocked her over, I didn't mean any harm, my apologies," he said, trying to explain and save himself. She just huffed and left. Javier let out a relieved sigh, he had fear that he would get smacked upside the head.

Breathing in heavily, his hand making it's way up to his covered neck. Where his scar laid, the harsh memories of what and who did it. Eyes squeezing shut, it would take him a bit to warm up too Michelle, despite her calm, sweet, playful like manner. Removing his hand, rolling his shoulders and getting back to the chore.

I See You: Chapter One

I See You: Chapter Two

I See You: Chapter Three

I See You: Chapter Four

#cowboy shit #outlaw shit #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #javier escuella #rdr2 oc #rdr2 fanfic #charles smith #eat the rich

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immortallycelestial · 4 years ago

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marauders headcanons to make your day better

peter being good with a quill and doing remus’s homework due after full moons

remus having a hollow book filled with chocolate that james secretly refills whenever it gets low

sirius never sleeping in his bed after he and remus start dating because of nightmares and remus comforts him so well

he wakes up sweating and crying and remus just holds him tight and whispers to him until he falls back asleep

james being a mother hen and fussing over the marauders

“moony you know you get cold easily so don’t forget a jumper, and here’s one for sirius because we all know he’s too stubborn to bring one himself”

peter being a boss at wizard chess and never gets defeated

he and lily spend hours playing together and she never wins

they still have loads of fun and make it a weekly thing

sirius being an early bird and always waking up the second the sun rises

he kisses remus awake and then jumps on james and peter’s beds until they get up

they all groan and pretend to hate it but secretly love it

the one time he didn’t wake up early they all missed two classes

marlene and dorcas being the most outwardly gay couple in the school and hexing anyone who looks their way wrong

doesn’t happen very often because a) everyone loves them and b) dorcas is scary when she’s mad

lily and james using their head boy and girl duties as an excuse to snog in the corridors at night

peter being the first one to find the kitchens all on his own and bringing remus heaps of chocolate after every full moon

lily, remus, and mary showing the marauders, alice, frank, dorcas, and marlene a muggle movie one summer and they all go see a new one every break after that

james loving bambi and crying his eyes out when bambi’s mother is shot

“it’s okay, prongs.”

“no its not! how could they? how could they hurt such an innocent deer? and now bambi’s all ALONE!”

“i know.”

once they graduate and move in together, lily buys him bambi merchandise like crazy.

i’m talking bambi blankets, pillows, coffee mugs, teacups, sheets, plates, etc

she thought it would be a funny joke but the jokes on her because he loves them and won’t let her change the sheets in their flat

sirius and remus get a flat together in the same building as jily and sirius wakes them up every morning very loudly

“GET YOUR ARSES OUT OF BED NOW, I KNOW YOU WERE UP LATE SHAGGING BUT I WANT EVANS PANCAKES”

lily making the absolute best pancakes anyone has ever tasted and hosting breakfast every sunday at her and james’s flat

loads of people come; frank, alice, dorcas, marlene, the marauders of course, the prewett brothers, and even molly and arthur showed up once with baby bill, charlie, percy, and the twins

the twins screamed the whole time except when james and sirius held them

james and sirius loved them and proclaimed to everyone they would be the next generation of pranksters along with harry and neville

they told remus and peter that they hoped the two got the map so harry would have to fight for it

when harry was born the marauders got him a shirt reading “bambi” and james cried

he cried a lot that day

lily hit him because “honestly james, you aren’t the one who just pushed a bowling ball out of your privates-”

secretly she loved how emotional he got over their son being born

when they told sirius he was godfather he screamed so loud a vase broke and then broke into sobs

remus rolled his eyes and pretended to pout until they told him he could have the next one

after they died and sirius went to azkaban, remus knelt next to their graves, tears dripping down his face

“you told me i could have the next one.” he cried. “what happened to the next one?”

#wolfstar #harry potter #the marauders #hogwarts #lily evans #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #dorlene #dorcas meadowes #alice fortescue #frank longbottom #mary macdonald

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fellulahh · 5 years ago

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More soft content following “how I imagine he’d react to accidentally getting MC pregnant” Part 2 (Asmo, Beel, Belphie and Diavolo)

Read Part 1 (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan) here

Read the original post here

Asmo:

Since finding out MC was pregnant:

- showers her in compliments daily, always telling her how glowing she looks

- ‘Pregnancy never looked so good!’

- Snuggles up to her whenever they’re alone

- Helps her with little things she now struggles with like shaving her legs, moisturising her bump etc

- Organises little pregnancy photo shoots

- Makes MC feel like the most confident pregnant goddess every to grace Devildom

- Constant showing off to whoever will listen

Fluff moment:

MC and Asmo were sat in the doctor’s office. He was practically bouncing off the walls waiting for the nurse to join them again.

“Asmo will you calm down!” MC cried with a laugh “you’re stressing me out.”

“I’m just so excited.” He giggled

They had come to find out the sex of their baby. As the nurse returned to the room, she had a big smile on her face. “Still want to know?” She asked with a smile.

“Yes!!” Asmo answered for them both.

“Well congratulations to you both, you’re having a girl.”

Asmo’s eyes lit up, MC had never seen him look so ecstatic. “A girl?” He whispered to himself before looking at MC with teary eyes “We’re having a girl!!” He squealed.

Beel:

Since finding out MC was pregnant:

- feeds her daily, practicing for when he’d be playing ‘here comes the aeroplane’ with their baby

- (Also eats some of the food he was feeding her)

- Has a constant, soft blushy face when he’s around her

- BELLY RUBS

- Carries her bridal style a lot when her feet are sore

- Kisses her goodnight every evening on her lips and belly

Fluff moment:

MC and Beel were laying on their bed, his head was resting on her chest as he traced circles across her belly.

He was in his element as he forgot about his surroundings, gushing over his growing baby.

“What are you thinking?” MC asked softly, noticing Beel’s quietness.

“I was just talking to the baby in my head.” He answered her, not moving from his position. She began stroking his orange hair.

“What were you saying?” She asked curious.

“‘I want to spend the rest of my life with your Mummy’”

Belphie:

Since finding out MC was pregnant:

- very tired because he’s tried to reduce his napping so that he can always make sure MC has everything she needs and is okay

- Doesn’t stop him from passing out, hugging her stomach

- Steals her pregnancy pillow

- Asks Satan to help him find books on pregnancy so he can be prepared for whatever

- Begins to worry himself at the later stages of the pregnancy, he’s seen how weak humans are, what will happen when it comes to giving birth to a half demon baby???

Fluff moment:

Belphie walked up to his shared room with MC and Beel - he could hear giggling from the other side. With a confused look on his face, he pushed opened the door.

As he stepped into the room he couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him. Beel and MC were laughing because she’d managed to balance a bowl of cereal on her bump and was casually eating off her makeshift table. Beel found the concept absolutely hysterical.

Belphie couldn’t help but smile contently seeing the human he loved get on so well with his twin. When the pair noticed he’d returned to the room, MC called him over.

“Belphie!” MC grinned.

He wished he could treasure this moment forever.

Diavolo:

Since finding out MC was pregnant:

- fantasises over making MC his Queen

- very touchy, he’s either rubbing her belly, kissing it or smothering her in kisses regardless of who’s around

- Starts making awful dad jokes, ‘I’m practicing!’

- Stays up late at night studying human biology to see how MC’s body may react to pregnancy - he must be prepared for his Queen!

- Despite being the future King of Devildom, whenever there’s a ball or gala, he’ll always have MC as his priority, attending to her needs before making any speeches

- Actually sings to her bump

Fluff moment:

Diavolo was stood out on his balcony, overlooking Devildom. He had a pleasant smile on his face as he breathed in the fresh air. He’d left MC asleep in their bed, not wanting to disturb her.

“Diavolo?” A voice called from behind him.

“MC, my love.” He smiled, opening his arms up for her. “Just look at you.” He grinned, admiring her growing figure.

“I look no different to yesterday when you said that.” She giggled at him.

“Can I not appreciate the mother of my child?” He cooed, wrapping her in his arms, swaying their bodies.

“There’s something I wanted to show you.” She spoke, her back pressed against his chest.

“Mm?” He mumbled, tucking his face into the crook of her neck.

Grabbing one of his large hands with one of her small ones, she trailed his touch down to her belly. “Keep your hand there.”

Within a minute he felt a kick. She felt his body jolt when the baby moved. “MC!” He exclaimed, spinning her around.

He was absolutely elated at the feeling. The baby had kicked plenty of times before but because of his schedule, he never was around to witness it. He pulled her in for a hug, savouring the moment. “This is the happiest moment of my life.”

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me one shot #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me beelzebub

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freddiefcknmercury · 4 years ago

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A Promise(part 2)- Crimson & Clover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader(Black coded/Genderless)

Word Count: 2.7+

Warnings/Disclaimer: SMUT. ANGST. cursing. mild depression/heart-ache. etc etc. if something needs to be tagged please lemme know.

A/N: LOL I'm back on my bullshit yall. heavy angst/depression from the previous Steve centered storyline so if you haven't read "You really think I didn't know?" I'll do some magic linky links here and at the bottom just in case. Also I'm trying something kinda different with the way I post the fics so feedback is welcome.

ALSO this one comes with a tiny playlist! there are Bolded lyrics throughout if you want to get a deeper sense of where I was emotionally writing this and where reader is as well you can Def give these songs a listen, they are in order of appearance:

Crimson & Clover- Tommy James & The Shondells

Every Time I Breathe- Arlissa

Navy Blue - Hasani

Summary: Bucky takes an extended leave for "work" related reasons and reader slips back into some dark places in his absence...

~*As always, be Nice to me I’m Delicate*~

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He said he might be gone most of the week. Sam called the day before and all you know is it's something important. He didn't go into detail, just packed a bag and you'd never seen him do that before. But he was also only gone a day or two at a time and never felt the need to tell you about it before now either.

Up until recently you'd tip-toe around each other. Not like you used to with Steve though, worse. Bucky is a lot better at making sure you don't know he's there until it's too late. It felt like you'd never get used to each other, or more likely that you'd never want to. You might've still been secretly hoping that he'd stop caring and go away... after a while you got tired of your own bullshit and realized he's giving off that vibe on purpose. Wordlessly telling you how you should feel about him, not wanting to get too close. You never much liked being told what to do.

It was only about two months before you became a Barnes' expert. You'd sit up at night listening intently for when he'd shower, get in bed, or wake up. He never slept more than five maybe six hours at a time, you'll never understand how he can function like that. You know how he likes his coffee, which angle he holds his cup. How and where he takes off his shoes, how much ice he puts in a drink, the way he likes to cut his toast, and what time he has to do all of it. There's an almost unnerving pattern to him, one that's always been there and you were just unwilling to notice for so long, and you're not sure if he's even aware of it.

You woke up to him already gone. You knew he was leaving but actually being left alone like that unsettled you more than you anticipated, a serious case of Deja vu. You went into your routine like normal, because everything still was, but by the fifth day... you stepped into the front room and got that empty feeling. One you hadn't really had since...

It stopped you for a few seconds longer than you liked and a large knot formed in your stomach. You spent the whole day trying to ignore the feeling but it only got worse. Like a hunger pain but much more vague, crawling through each muscle. You'd catch yourself staring at his room, Bucky's room but also... Steve's. It's the first time you let yourself admit to him fully crossing your mind in over a year.

You laid up in bed, trying to count the metaphorical sheep to no avail. Getting up thinking that a snack or a warm drink will stop the restlessness, you pause in the tiny hallway shared by your bedrooms. The low blue light from the moon outside dustily illuminating the space through a cloudy bathroom window. You stare at the door like any second he's going to ask what you're doing up so late and you can tell him to mind his own business while pouring two cups of tea.

You just wanted to touch the knob; turn it to make sure it still works- that you're still "allowed in there if you want". But stepping inside was too far, an invasion of Bucky's privacy, and you felt it. But you couldn't help yourself. You needed to know.

They were definitely cut from the same cloth. Sparse furnishings and no decorations, save a few very small trinkets he'd held onto from who knows where. There is exactly one row on his bookshelf filled with composition notebooks that were beat to hell and back. Sticky notes lined the edge of most of the pages, so much so that they easily could've been mistaken for feathers on a quick glance. You dare not touch them. Observing someone with a past that checkered is very different to reading into the things they deem worthy of physically writing down.

Where Steve used to leave small drawings and notes Bucky left half empty ink pens and a few well used pairs of gloves. You saunter to the far corner of the room and caress a worn leather jacket hanging precariously on the lowest peg of a coat rack. Doing a slow sweep of the space something in the otherwise barren closet catches your eye. The knot in your stomach that had almost disappeared was back and it brought friends. Your shirt. His shirt. The big one that said BROOKLYN across the front, what you didn't know was your "going away gift." The one you balled up and shoved in the top corner of his closet, at the time hoping you'd never look at it again. You're amazed that it's still here, that Bucky hadn't tossed it out or tried to give it back to you when he moved in.

So you put it on. You're still not sure why but you needed to wear it. To feel it drape over your skin, enveloping you in warmth and that beautiful clean familiar scent you... loved once. It sent a shiver down your spine. The knots in your stomach were gone but now there's one in your throat. You can feel the tears seated right behind your eyes. You sit on the bed holding your face pleading with the water to stay put but it's too late. You miss him. You hate to admit it, but it's true and it always has been. You're angry and you should be, you loved him- you thought he might've loved you. Pulling the hem of the shirt up you wipe the tears off your face and fall into a pillow, trying to calm yourself out of your rage unintentionally drifting into sleep.

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You wake up to the sound of music in the kitchen.

...Ah, now I don't hardly know her, but I think I could love her...

You sit up quickly checking your phone: 11:34am. You'd fallen asleep in Bucky's room, in his bed. A blanket had been placed over you and a short scan of the room returned a brown leather duffel bag and set of black boots that weren't present last night. He'd come back early this morning and found you here. You can feel your heart fall straight out of your ass, the void that was left being filled with pure embarrassment. Is he angry? He did tuck you in...

As slowly and quietly as possible you make your way towards the door, poking your head out just enough to assess the situation. You can see his back in the kitchen, he's hovering over the sink. You notice the couch, the spare blanket and pillow from the bathroom closet folded neatly on one of the arm rests, he had to sleep there. The void gets deeper. You pull the door open just enough to slip out of and there's a quiet creak. Steve never did fix that, and you just figured out why.

Bucky didn't turn around but definitely noticed. He steps to the side, now in front of the stove and you here something crack and sizzle. You're not sure what to do here. You can try to apologies and explain but there's no un-embarrassing way out of this one. You fold your arms over your stomach trying to hold all your very delicate pieces together while you attempt to speak up. Finally reaching the bar and fully prepared to say good morning when he quickly sets a hot bowl down in front of you. White rice and a fried egg- runny yolk. You'd make it for breakfast when you'd get up early or couldn't sleep, a friend from school put you on to it. Looks like he's been studying you too. You make eye contact but, just briefly. From what little of the expression you get on his face nothing indicates that he's mad. But he hasn't said anything to the contrary either.

How was your trip? Dangerous I bet-sorry you couldn't come home and sleep in your own goddamn bed! Oh?! AND you made me breakfast!

You feel like a crazy person.

"Comfy last night?"

He's pouring himself some coffee, not yet turning your way. There's no hostility in his voice.

You chuckle nervously.

"Yeah.. sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it."

He sets a small glass of juice down in front of you. Heavy eye contact this time, but his expression is soft. He didn't ask for an explanation and you really didn't want to give him one. But you still feel guilt looming over you. You take the glass in both hands and nurse it.

He nods at you with a squint, taking a big sip of coffee.

"If I knew that was yours I would've given it back."

The shirt. You forgot you actually put it on. You hold your breath stroking the fabric gently. Contemplating your next words.

"It's not- well, not really."

He raises an eyebrow.

"It was a gift, so I guess it does belong to me..."

Glancing back down at it you can see him realize it says "Brooklyn." His expression changes to a knowing one and it reads like regret but he quickly tries to box it back up for you. This is a new move for him.

There's a much longer pause in conversation than either of you would like before he shifts his weight awkwardly.

"Sorry."

You push glass, now empty back across the bar towards him.

"Don't worry about it-"

You swivel in your seat quickly, taking your bowl and getting up to leave. He steps out from the kitchen after you.

"Thanks for breakfast."

The tears had been welling up and started to pour over as you left. You're still in no state to pretend to be a functioning person right now. Trying to save him from your ugly cry face by escaping but he grabs your shoulder gently suggesting you backwards.

You cover your mouth to hush a sob. You can see your chest start heave but there's nothing you can do to stop yourself. He grabs the bowl setting it down carefully, then you feel a warm metal sensation squeezing the back of your neck.

"You don't have to be over it."

He's been back a couple hours and already knows you're still a mess. You scoff, laughing at yourself really.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing."

He whispered back quickly, exasperated, but tender.

You sniffle; pathetic.

"That's not how it feels."

"He fucked up. He just doesn't know it."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his embrace.

It's nice to feel another person. A real solid human being; you can't remember the last time you hugged someone like this. You turn in his arms to face him. He looks tired. Not just 'had-to-sleep-on-an-old-couch' tired. Emotionally repressed. Maybe he has actually wanted to talk to you. He pulls you into him, it's just a hug but it almost hurt how sweet this was.

Then a thought came to you, not really sure how, you can't handle more rejection right now; but you kissed him anyway, hard. Like him being gone almost killed you- because it did. He pulls away from you, just a little, reading your face his own expressionless. You search his eyes for any kind of hint as to what's going on inside his mind. You're not ready to admit this was a mistake yet. There's no real way to know how long you stood there like that. You only dare to move after you hear the song change in the background.

Words... thought they just fade away

but hurt... gave them a place to stay

"Do something."

You were sure it was just in your head but it creaked out past your lips in less than a whisper, pleading with him.

He covered your mouth with his, smoothing both hands down your neck to your shoulders gripping them gently, intently. You cling to his waist almost afraid to explore anywhere else, then slowly drag nails along his back. He pulls you back into him, you want to fuse with the warmth radiating off of his body, he bends and you collide onto the floor with a muffled thud. He cradles your head quickly so you don't get hurt but you wouldn't care at this point.

The way you fit into each other is unnerving, like your bodies weren't meant for anybody else. You both scramble to undress him in between breathy wet kisses and he's... magnificent. He pulls off his shirt and you swiftly run fingers from his neck down each arm. The metal one is warm, this surprises you for some reason. You watch as each "muscle" dances at your touch and you catch a small glimpse of something on his face that resembles insecurity... or fear. He shelves it quickly in response to you bucking your hips up to dismiss your underwear.

He buries his face in your neck, warm breaths ghosting your skin. Hooking his hands behind your knees he hoists your legs up around his waist. He bites down gently and you gasp. It's too much. He's everywhere, all at once. The last person to touch you event remotely close to this was-

"...Steve."

It just came out, you almost didn't notice it. Bucky stops, pulling back and away. He scans you, a pitiful, panting mess on the floor. The most vulnerable you've probably ever been and definitely in front of him. He shakes his head slowly once, chest heaving.

"No."

Knots line your stomach once again. He grabs your wrist to hold your arms in place up above your head and presses his forehead against yours.

"Look at me."

You hold eye contact there for a solid minute, you're sure of it. He leans forward delicately dragging teeth against your ear.

"You're gonna keep saying it until you can't forget."

He drops his hips and lines up with your entrance. You feel a thick wash of euphoria from the pressure, throwing your head back as much as possible given the floor. You roll your hips along to his, cradling each other perfectly.

His eyes didn't leave your face until you both feel your legs begin to tremble.

"Oh Bucky."

The only words you can remember.

You feel every stroke hasten and all his muscles tighten each time his name falls from your lips. He pulls your shirt up to your neck looking to spatter kisses and bite marks across your torso. You futilely dig one set of nails into the floor and the other in his shoulder as he hungrily growls into your stomach, cursing, longing for mercy.

"Fuck."

You pull him back up to your face demanding his tongue. You hear the floorboard creek from the pressure of a metal hand, the flesh one surely bruising your hip by now. There's a deep enduring moan from the back of his throat as he finds his release inside you. You gasp at the sensation and you both pant into each other, nothing but a mess on the floor now.

He presses a long, firm kiss into the bridge of your nose then falls gently on his back beside you. You roll your head up to look at his face, whatever it is he's feeling isn't immediately obvious as he stares up at the ceiling. You shift onto your side placing a light, cautious hand on his chest and he glances over at you, reaching to squeeze your thigh reassuringly.

The sky is Navy Blue soon to be baby blue and baby you got nothing but time...

He looks over your face in a deep sigh before retiring his gaze to the ceiling.

"I don't know him... The guy that left you like that."

You watch intently has his jaw clenched, he's never been able to hide that bit very well.

"I don't know what kind of..."

He trails off, clearly upset.

You sigh deeply.

"I was gonna die that night."

He rolls his head back to look at you.

"The day I met him? I had pretty much made up my mind."

You start to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. Almost reminiscent.

"But he found me in the staircase..."

You hate how subtly he did some things. If you weren't lying next to him. There's no way you'd ever be able to tell his breathing had changed.

"Essentially-"

You pick your head up, chin on his sternum.

"He saved my life."

You state matter of factually. You watch his body relax in a short, bitter way.

He rolls his head over just enough to look you in the eyes. You kiss his chest once tenderly before moving to stand up. You extend a hand down for him to grab.

"That isn't good for your back."

"You really think I didn't know?" Part1

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faustonastring · 5 years ago

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Hi! I really adore your last headcanon, so I was wondering if you can write about how the MC could comfort the main 6? in the situations that you prefer! :)

Hi! Thank you for requesting sorry again for the confusion! Hopefully this is what you had in mind!

Request R Open!!! :^)

Mc comforting the main six!

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Descriptions of mental breakdowns, anxiety/panick attacks, depression, anxiety, etc,,, (based off my own experience, so may not be too accurate just read at risk!)

Asra

I’ve said it before I’ll say it again, I’ll say it a million times, trauma doesn’t go away over night. Asra will always ponder about what he did that masquerade, what happened to you at the lazaret. No matter what happens in your relationship, it’s just a reoccurring thought that won’t go away, no matter how much he tries.

As much as he tries to forget, as much as he wants to forget, those nasty memories keep sneaking up on him, toying with his mind, forcing him to go into a downward spiral of hurt and regret that he can’t escape

He always tries to hide it from you. He tried to play it off like nothings wrong, that he’s just having a bad day, which can turn into weeks, which can turn into months....and it’s not like he likes keeping things from you, it’s just everytime he tries to tell you, he’s flashed with memories of you catonic, unresponsive in the shop,,,what if that happens again? He can’t risk it, even though it won’t, he doesn’t want to risk it. He won’t

When you finally do break him, he’s shattered glass. Crying and spilling out everything that’s been bothering him for the last- god knows how long,,,the only thing you can do is to be there with him. Take him in your arms. Hold him. Tight. Tell him you’re not going anywhere, that you’re here now, and that’s all that matters, that the past is in the past, and it’s already set in stone, that you both need to look forward for the future.

When he’s calmed down enough, carry him (and if your mc can’t carry him then drag him) to bed. Wrap him up in as many blankets as you can find. Tell Faust to go cuddle with him while you make him his faveroite calming tea blend. Then cuddle in bed and talk about the future, what it has in store for the both of you. Or reminisce on the past, the good things, what you can remember or can’t, and everytime he tells you a story of something that did happen? You can feel a tug on your heart. You don’t need reassurance. You both end up falling asleep in each others arms, Faust curled up in ball laying on top of each of you. And when you wake up? Everything seems perfect

Nadia

She’s been trying to fix vesuvia for months, maybe even years now (that depends on your time line!) trying to erase it of al, of Lucios past mistakes. Fixing the flooded district, fixing the judicial system, tearing down the coliseum, getting rid of all those tacky statues it’s a lot.

She often worries that she could of done more when lucio was in charge, but an end to things, fix things, be more than a stupid trophy wife, an accessory for him to have around his stupid gold arm, these thoughts will swarm and swarm in her head, making them her new priority, causing her to overwork and exhaust herself trying to fix ‘her’ late husbands’s past mistakes .

Her motto is fake it till you make it, pushing through her inner pain, holding her head high, walking with much more pristine posture than before, working on one project then the next, leaving them all slightly unfinished because she’s much too eager to work on the next one, to fix the next one

You walk into you’re shared bedroom one afternoon, only to see her sobbing at her desk, you could tell something was wrong for a while now, you just couldnt seem to put your finger on it till now. But now that you see her crying at her desk, unaware that you have even walked in, the sounds of her sobs drumming over your footsteps as you make to her desk, and engulf her in your arms, you know exactly what happened. She doesn’t even try to pull away, if anything she pulls you closer, burying her face in your neck, clingy on to you like her life depends on it, for once she isn’t alone

The second you calm her down enough, you drag her to the bed, and the two of you just lay there as she tells you everything. You run your fingers gently through her hair, over her face, her arms, letting her know she’s not alone, let her know that she doesn’t have to do this alone, that you’re there to help her, alongside almost all of vesuvia. After she’s calm and collected, she asks you to help her fix her makeup, and the two of you make a game plan on how you want to fix vesuvia. Together

Julian

They keep him awake at night. His past mistakes. They’re like little voices that swarm in his head. Espically at night. “You could of saved them” “you should of found a cure” “you could of found a cure, if you were working hard enough” “Mc died because of you.” “ you’re not working hard enough. “Because you weren’t there” “you’ve never worked hard enough” “you could of saved them” “you will never be enough”

They don’t come as often as they used to. But when they do come, they’re enough to turn his world upside down. He wants to beleive they’re not true, but it’s hard not to beleive what you’re head is telling you, even when your heart knows it’s wrong. This (like Nadia) cause him to work harder. He has to make up for those past mistakes. He has to make that voice. That voice that’s stuck in the back of his head like a catchy song. To stop. To go away. Once and for all.

He’s been coming home late from the office every day, and going in early, you can swear he doesn’t sleep at all, but how would you know, you haven’t seen him in the last 3 days. You swore one time in the middle of the night, when you awoke from the sound of something breaking, you saw Julian hunched over a desk, wiping coffee off himself, telling you to go back to sleep, if you were to ask him about it, he’d swear you were just dreaming. But it felt a little to real to be a dream.

You awake again one night, well early morning, to be exact. To early. To the sounds of Julian wailing at his desk, calling him self names, saying he should of done better, when you tap him on his shoulder to see if he’s okay, he accidentally slaps you in the face out of shock (he thought you were a intruder at first) he pulls you into his arms, sitting you in his lap, and starts to examine your face, the only source of light being a candle that’s almost out, but when you tell him you’re fine, that you’re much more worried about him, he breaks. You shouldn’t be worried about him. He doesn’t deserve to be worried about. Now go back to bed.

But you stay put, in his lap, and he by all means isn’t going to push you off of him. So you sit there and hold him. You let him cry it out. Telling him he is worthy, and his past mistakes don’t define who he is today, “besides Ilya everyone makes mistakes, even me” when he’s done, talk about your mistakes, and how they made you into the person you are today, how everything always worked out, you’ll laugh and cry it out together, and by late sunrise, the two of you are in the kitchen munching on some toast (or anything else that you prefer). And in a way, it’s kind of bitter sweet. If asra never were to leave, and if Julian never ignored you, both being leading causes to your death, you wouldn’t be catching the end of the sun rising with your beloved.

Portia

(Portia doesn’t have any underlying lore that we know about as of now, so this one isn’t going to be as good as the other three, not that I don’t love her because she’s one of my favorites trust me I just don’t have much to go off of! So that being said, I will be basing this off of assumptions of her character being that she doesn’t have some big tragic back story like the rest of the cast (again that we know of) Sorry, I hope you understand Portia stans)

What if she’s not good enough, she’s always working, it’s as if she’s trying to prove herself, but to who? Everyone in the palace knows her, they all appreciate her, the guards, the chefs, the other servants, Nadia, hell, even the consul, and lets not forget about you of course, so what’s pushing her so hard?

To be honest, it’s hard to live a normal life when your constantly getting compared to your brother, but not by other people of course! (*looks at camera like in the office*) by herself, constantly telling herself that she needs to be up to his standards, in her own little away. She wants to be more than Julians little sister.

This want- no not want this Need comes and goes, but when it comes, it lasts for a while, until she’s burnt out under a pile of pillows and blankets, sobbing into a bowl of ice cream, or until she does something she deems worthy, like the time you and her (*enter portias upright ending here*) she wants to do that again, why can’t she do something like that again so instead she works. She works until she can’t work anymore, and it breaks your heart.

You and Nadia converse a plan, and within minutes your dragging Portia out of the palace you can have a spa day at a natural hotspring, just the two of you, and as soon as your alone, she starts to tear up. She forgot how nice it felt to be like this, alone with you, with out the stress of work, without the little comparisons ringing in her head. It feels nice. This feels nice. No not nice. Right. This feels right. Then she remembers she can do one thing that Julian can’t do: relax

She ends up telling you everything in the form of an angry rant, and you listen and let her curse out her idiot brother as much as she needs, she deserves it. When she’s done, you remind her of all the wild things the two of you did together, (I’ll leave this for you to decide :) ) reminding her that Julian has never done anything as crazy as that, and then she smiles, a real genuine smile as she remembers that she is more than julians little sister.

Muriel

It’s always the same nightmares. No matter how long it’s been, how much he’s grown, how much he loves you, and understands that you love him ‘more’ (much to his surprise) he can’t change the past, or make his PTSD magically disappear (he’s tried) he still has blood on his hands that he can’t wash off, just a little bit under his nails. Between his fingers. But you can hardly notice it. And so can he.

Sometimes when he’s having a particular bad day, he can still hear them. The screams. From the crowd. From the victim. From lucio. He wants nothing more than to drown them out, so he’ll spend hours and hours listening to your voice, it’s much prettier anyways. But on the days your at the shop, or at the market with a friend, leaving him all alone....the screams get louder

He knows he can’t keep spending every second of every day with you, he knows how unhealthy that is. But sometimes he needs you, he wants you there with him, but is he alowed to want that? But they just keep getting louder. But he doesn’t want to bother you at the palace. You have important business to attend to he understands that. But they won’t stop. But you should be home soon, just three hours and forty minutes left he can wait it out ButThey’reTooLoud help

When you get back to the hut, after whatever errand you were running. Muriel is sitting in the far corner of the hut. His knees to his chest his hands over his ears, slowly rocking himself back and forth muttering something under his breath, you have to practically tell his name to get him to acknowledge, and when he finally lifts his head up, you’re meet with glassy green eyes, tears falling down his cheek no matter how hard he tries to stop them, and you run into his arms, holding him tighter than ever before, whispering that it’s going to be okay, telling him he’s not a murder. He didn’t even need to tell you. You just knew.

You knew. You knew something was wrong and you came back early for him. You’re here in his arms, crying with him, you came back to him, you’re telling him that he’s good, and he doesn’t understand why,but then he remembers that you love him for who he is now, not because of your past, it just took him a minute to remember (or to listen to you telling him it over and over) then instead of you wiping his tears away, he’s wiping yours away. Thanking you for coming back to him. And from now on, if he ever hears the screams, he comes with you, and then they seem to slowly go away.

Lucio

He’s changed a lot he really has, he’s starting to care about people! Wow I know shocker- but with caring for people comes a big responsibility. Guilt. He’s felt guilt before, he’s not a complete sociopath just in very small portions. Very. Small. Portions.

He’s starting to feel bad for what he did, he starting to feel bad for all the people He. Killed. Not on purpose of course....but they’re still dead....and them there’s you....oh god what has he done. Whathashedonewhathashedonewhathashwdonewhathashedone- he doesn’t want to think about it. He tries not to. I mean who would want to think of dead people amiright? But he still does. And everytime he does it hurts a little more. He hates it.

It’s starting to keep him up at night too. All he wants to do is cuddle with you and his babies (his dogs-of course) but he can’t even bring himself to do that so he just lays there. Staring at the ceiling. Or at the portrait of the two of you, a new replacement of his old one. It reminds him of when he had the plague. He hates it even more now

He hasn’t been acting like himself lately, and when you catch him dissociating in a random hallway, staring off into outer space, then you know something is wrong. The minute you snap him out of it. When you ask him if he’s okay. He breaks down crying. No matter where he is, or who’s in the hallway with him. So you just stand there and hold him. You tell him it’s okay and what he’s feeling is normal. But His chest hurts. He feels like he can’t breathe. Like when he had the plague. God he hates this feeling so much

You eventually calm him down enough to take him to his room, when you get there, there is already water, and a damp towel that you put on his forehead. He’s practicing his breathing, trying to calm down as you gently coach him through it, he’s holding on to you’re free hand tight. Grounding himself. Enjoying your presence. “This is normal right? Normal people feel this kind of stuff?” “Yes lucio, it’s called guilt. Or in your case a panick attack” “ oh. Well I hate it and I hope I never have to feel ~guilt~ or whatever it’s called again.” But he does. But with your presence next to his. Comforting him. It gets better. Slowly. But surely.

Hi! Thanks for reading! Hopefully that wasn’t to dark for anyone, I was just having a bad night so it was good to be able to put all my negativity out onto something!

Next headcanon: main six with a mc who’s eyes change according to the sky (5/11)

Request are open! :>)

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officialscaramouche · 4 years ago

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pairing: Chongyun x Xingqiu

summary: Chongyun finally takes on the demon, but how is Xingqiu going back home?

warnings: none

word count: 2,133

also posted on ao3!

notes: Wow! Thank you to those of you that read this from the very beginning! There are a LOT of themes that finalized in the last few chapters (such as character development, thoughts that changed, etc.) and I hope yall can find them all! The story isn't over yet, though! I've started writing two pieces that relate to this story and which ever gets the most votes will get posted!

There's an epilogue where older Chongyun meets with Xingqiu in Qingce and there's also a full translation of Xingqiu's book! Comment which one you want to read next!

Also, I started another future fic where this time, Chongyun meets older Xingqiu! Keep an eye out for it!

Ch. 5 of 5 < prev |

“What do you think clouds feel like?”

Xingqiu looked up at the large fluffy cloud that passed through the sun. He smiled, twiddling his thumbs on his tummy. “Like pillows?”

“Or marshmallows. But wet. Wet marshmallows.”

Xingqiu covered his laugh with a fist, sitting up on his elbows to look at the young boy next to him. Chongyun had snuck out of meditation practice and picked up Xingqiu through his bedroom window. Now, they found themselves a nice hiding spot under a tree by the river next to Yujin Terrace. “Chongyun, I had the weirdest dream just now.”

“You were sleeping?”

“I guess. You were older, much older. And I was older, but I was in the dream the way I am now. Seventeen.”

“What kinda things did we do? Were we hanging out?”

“We went on a crazy adventure! And you were so cold to me!”

Chongyun jumped up and dug claws into Xingqiu’s sides. “It’s the cryo in me! Mwahahaha!”

Xingqiu involuntarily laughed, the tickle bursting out of him. He kicked and kicked, trying to push the other off but Chongyun, having trained in battle more than him, was stronger. “Get-- haha! Get off of me!”

Chongyun pinned the scholar by the wrists and hovered over him. “Make me.”

Xingqiu blushed and rolled his eyes, a playful smirk on his lips. “Ew, are you flirting with me?”

Chongyun flushed red and flew off of the boy, sitting straight with his hands shoved into his lap, his eyes looking out at the distance. “No. Why would I be?”

Xingqiu sat up with his mouth hanging open, a little irritated that he got off of him. “Are you dense!”

“I thought you wanted me to get off!”

“Well, yeah! But--”

“But what! You liked it, or what?!”

“W-Well, yeah!!”

Chongyun raised his eyebrows and faced Xingqiu who stared at him with a flushed face. The look in his eyes was daring, but scared. Afraid that Chongyun was going to deny him right there. But after having such a wild dream, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity the way he had before. “What are you saying…?”

Xingqiu shut his eyes tightly and balled his fists into his lap. “I’m saying...I’m saying I like yo--”

Xingqiu gasped, his heart jumping out of his chest. The moon was still in the sky but was ready to set in the next few hours. He gripped the fabric over his heart and panted, sweat rolling down his temple. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve and looked around for Chongyun but he was nowhere to be found.

He sat up and peered over the shrubs to look at the incense and food, but found Chongyun sitting there with a large brown figure. He rubbed his eyes, blurry from sleep, and watched as the exorcist rubbed at the skin of the figure there. He scrambled to his feet, squirming through the shrubs and tentatively walked over, playing with his fingers nervously. The closer he got, the clearer the figure became. It’s ugly, horrifying face contorted in its sleep. Chongyun swiped his hand through the bowl from early, scooping a paste from within, and rubbed it on the demon’s arm. “W-What...is this the...the d-demon?”

Chongyun placed a dirty finger to his lips and shushed the boy, waving him over. He extended a hand. “The drawing, please,” he whispered, continuing to rub the demon as it slept.

“It’s sleeping…so peacefully.”

“Like you were,” Chongyun chuckled. “Now, please. The drawing.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m tending to its wounds. It's in so much pain.”

Xingqiu looked at the leaf where the skewers were and at the ash the incense burned off. Their plan had worked. But looking at the demon up close, it didn’t feel like a demon at all. He didn’t feel any evil sense emanating off of it. “Are you gonna try the thing?”

“Yes. Drinking it should be fine. I only freeze them to help keep me cool, but the night is chilly enough.”

Xingqiu filled the bowl with water and Chongyun crushed up the flower into the bowl. He mixed it with his finger before placing the bowl to his lips and gulping down the drink. With a refreshing “ahhh,” Chongyun wiped his hands on his pants and unfolded the drawing. He placed the paper between his forefinger and his middle finger, bringing his hands together. Xingqiu watched as the paper began to twitch, unfurling until it was perfectly straight. The ink of the drawing flickered a bright blue for a moment, but the paper began to fall again. Chongyun furrowed his brows in frustration, concerned that the drink didn’t work. If he can’t get this talisman to work, then all of this would have been for nothing. Xingqiu bit his lip and watched as the demon rolled over, grunting in its sleep. He bounced nervously, the meditation not working.

“Ah, ah, Chongyun hurry up!” Xingqiu eyed the paper and the demon as it continued to toss and turn. “I-It’ll wake up!”

Chongyun pressed his palms together firmer, clenching his teeth uncomfortably as he focused on channeling his energy into the paper. He began to sweat, his yin energy being stirred too much. His arms began to tremble as he loses control of the flow of energy, but Xingqiu presses himself into Chongyun’s back and gathers cool water at either of Chongyun’s ears. The sound of the sloshing and the coolness of the water steadied his mind. Through the muddle of the water, he could hear Xingqiu’s soothing voice. “Please come back when you’ve finished your journey, okay? I have something I want to tell you.”

Xingqiu shut his eyes and muttered quiet please’s under his breath, hoping that Chongyun can muster the strength with his help. The paper fluttered loudly, with the help of no wind. A bright light illuminated behind Xingqiu’s eyelids and he opened to find the ink shining a luminous blue. It floated up, hovering over Chongyun’s aura. The exorcist’s hair stood on ends, and his skin was hot to the touch. Chongyun stood, and Xingqiu pulled away. The demon gasped, startled awake and groaned in fear. But Chongyun formed a hexagonal bagua floor beneath their feet and adjusted it’s rotation to place the demon atop the earth trigram. Now seemingly incapable of moving, Chongyun threw the guidance talisman with two fingers, sending it flying towards the demon. It latched itself to the demon’s forehead and it fell backwards, laying motionless while the talisman worked its magic.

After a few moments, the demon began to dissipate with a hiss, the talisman burning into its skull. Chongyun stood with his arms folded over each other to hold the floor until it completely left for the afterlife. He fell to his knees, catchim himself with a hand, the other clutching his chest. Xingqiu jumped up and down in excitement. “Holy crap! That was so cool! Was that the baguazhang energy map?! I’d seen you play with a small one, but that was huge!!”

Chongyun coughed, his chest heaving.

“The lines were steaming with yin energy!! The yin and yang symbol was moving! Oh goodness, you’re pale! Water! Here drink water!!”

Xingqiu pushed in the drawer and picked up the rag on the counter. He wiped it down once more before tossing it over his shoulder and picking up a box. He trudged up the stairs, box in hand, and turned the corner to the left. He walked down the hall and pushed the door open with his hip, dropping the box to the side. “Where did you want these?”

Chongyun snapped the blanket, dust poofing off and into the air. “Shit!” Chongyun covered his nose with the inside of his elbow and sneezed. “What is it? Are those the old rugs?”

Xingqiu nodded and sneezed, walking over to the window and forced it open. “I haven’t gotten the ones upstairs, though. These are all the downstairs rugs.”

Chongyun picked up the box and walked out of the room. “I’ll put them in the storage closet for now. I gotta wash them later.” Peeking back into the room, Chongyun watched Xingqiu shut the box in front of him.

It was the morning after the exorcise and Chongyun and Xingqiu were cleaning up the estate. Xingqiu worked on the downstairs, dusting and washing and throwing while Chongyun worked on the upstairs. When they got there, they took a nap at the front door, the exorcist collapsing from exhaustion. He had never used that much energy before, but if Xingqiu hadn’t given him the idea of using qingxin flowers to overflow with energy, the demon would’ve gotten away.

“What are you gonna do if you’re stuck here?” Chongyun asked, filling a newly washed glass with water from the tap.

“I’d say I’d stick around with you, but you already have me I guess. I could refound the Guhua Clan, maybe?”

Chongyun laughed into his cup. “There’s nobody to tell you no anymore,” he joked, putting the cup in the sink. “That diary tell you anything?”

Xingqiu put his hands on his hips. “No, I still can’t read a lot of it. We’d have to decode it.”

Chongyun patted the boy’s shoulder and jutted a thumb to the backyard. “Let’s work on the backyard. Afterwards we can take a look at it, hm?”

Xingqiu dusted his hands and set off for the back. This was going to be his first time in their meditation circle, it was pretty exciting. Without any training needing to be done or strict parents to tell him no, Xingqiu would be able to actually stand on the stone bagua floor. “You said once that your backyard is the strongest spiritual point in Teyvat right?”

Chongyun grabbed the screen door and slid it open, letting Xingqiu go first. “Yeah, it’s why my ancestors took residence here. I think this is where the original ley line was. When I first stepped foot in here, it made me dizzy so be careful.”

Xingqiu flicked his hair back and let out a sarcastic laugh. “Ha! I’m stronger than I look, Chongyun. Don’t be fooled.” Xingqiu looked at all the dead leaves and stagnant puddles that ruined the aesthetic of the place. “Maybe we should start with the leaves, huh?”

Xingiu felt dizzy, just like Chongyun said he would. He reached back to hold onto the exorcist, but Chongyun was not there. He staggered back at the lack of support, and found himself face to face with a door. The same red door of their secret hangout spot. He flung himself around and smelled the familiar scent of delicious food, the constant murmuring of chatter, and the birds tweeting above. He looked at his clothing, freshly washed and repaired. The book missing.

“What are you doing?” Chongyun asked.

The privilege to be bored was something I took for granted. I had realized that I had done not a single thing, not been helpful with the exception for entertainment. Which, in hindsight, I believe is what kept us together for so long. I am intolerable and quite loathsome, but my dearest sees through me and the facade and brings me along anyhow. Quiet moments like these will forever warm my heart in memories. We are not sharing a single activity, yet we are bonded by the coexistence. The rays of the sun stunk like poorly washed laundry and our hair clumped together from the bodily oils but it is fun to reminisce and I enjoy being sullied every now and then. I awoke to its presence, horrifying and ugly. But...what a strange man, indeed, that can place a hand atop the you hun ye gui that has tormented his very existence. ‘It sleeps,’ I whisper. I creep forward, trembling down to my toes. ‘Peacefully,’ he says. ‘Like you.’

Like me? He teases me. If I could meditate instead of sleep, I would. The way he shows kindness to such a foul beast makes me swoon. That’s why he puts up with me.

We all have our own inner demons. Only we can conquer them. It helps to have friends to support you, but in turn, you must support them. I was a lost mind, chasing after lofty dreams that I am designed to not overcome, but I can still live them in writing. When I write, or when I read, I am taken elsewhere. I am no longer a hermit, disowned by my own family, but I am a knight. I am a samurai. I am an adventurer. And sometimes, the antagonist is a dragon, a ronin, or a hilichurl. But sometimes, the antagonist is yourself. And only you, the hero, can conquer the villain. But it doesn’t hurt to have a companion along the way.

-- Xingqiu

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hi hi! can i please have some headcanons/ scenario (sfw/nsfw whatever you feel like doing

Teehee, thanks for giving me free reign on this, anon! This is an idea I’ve been playing around with a lot lately, so I hope you enjoy!

GOM being jealous of their son spending time with wife!Reader

Akashi

Imagine a carbon copy of Akashi Seijuro, and that is his son

You were proud of your son Seiji and all his accomplishments, and he was every bit the perfectionist that his father was

In addition to being an excellent student and basketball player, Seiji was also an amazing son who cared about his mother deeply

So much so that father and son often got into debates and arguments over who was taking up too much of your time

You really thought that they were being childish, but little did you know that sometimes, it was like war was going down in the Akashi household

“I’ll cancel my business trip and stay with you, _____.”

“Seijuro, you can’t do that!” You replied, hiding your cough with your elbow as Akashi drew up the blankets around you, eyebrows furrowing in worry. “We’ve talked about this and how important it is for you to go. Besides, Seiji will be here, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“That’s right, father.” You watch as your son, Seiji, a carbon copy of his father with his crimson hair and piercing red eyes walks up to you, taking a seat by your side as he sets a bowl of tofu soup in front of you. “Go worry about your business. I will take care of mother in your absence.”

You were too focused on the delicious aroma of the hot and freshly cooked tofu soup that you weren’t aware of the sparks that flew between the gazes of father and son.

Midorima

Midorima’s son, Shohei, is more open about his feelings than Midorima is

I can see him being the polar opposite of Midorima when it comes to Oha Asa, he thinks it’s a ridiculous thing to believe in which Midorima is all like GASP

Lives to tease his father and make his life miserable, and is probably best friends with Takao-the two of them often team up together to make Midorima suffer and play pranks on carrot-kun

Is always very open to giving you compliments and telling you how much he loves the food you cook, etc.

Then behind your back your son will stick out his tongue at Midorima

“Honestly, Shin, I’m not sure what you’re so worried about.” You say, rolling your eyes. “Shohei’s at that stage where he likes spending time with his mom, and personally I love it!”

“…He’s doing it to get on my nerves.” Midorima huffs, squeezing his arms around you tighter as the two of you laid in bed together.

“Shin.” You scold Midorima gently. “He’s only in middle school, he’s still a baby!”

Midorima was about to reply, but was cut off by a soft knock at the door. “Mom?”

“Shohei!” Worried, you jump out of bed immediately, opening the door to see your son, biting his lip and looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“The thunder, it’s loud…”

“Aww, I guess it’s okay if you wanna sleep with us tonight.” Leading your son over to the bed, you busy yourself with finding another set of pillows and blankets, completely missing the death glare that MIdorima sends to your son, while Shohei only smiles innocently.

Kise

Another one who is a carbon copy of his father

Following in his father’s footsteps, Riki is trying to get scouted as a model-so the first time that he attends a photoshoot and is featured in a magazine, you’re wanting to be a supportive mom

You praise Riki for the awesome job that he’s doing, and he uses this as ammunition to tease his father

Kise is as attention loving as ever, so he whines and complains whenever he sees that Riki is stealing your attention, and doesn’t go easy on him even though he’s his kid

After you left the room, Riki turned and smiled triumphantly at his father. “Mom thinks I look cool!! You’re getting old, dad!”

“How dare you speak to your dad that way!” Kise faked-sobbed, wiping at his eyes before his gaze narrowed and his eyes grew dark in its intensity. “Rikicchi, you’re 10 years too soon to think you could win over me!!”

“Yeah, because I’m young and better looking.”

“_____-cchi!! Listen to all the mean things our son is saying about me!!” ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

Aomine

His son is as much of a prodigy at basketball as his father is

Imagine that his son is a copy of middle-school Aomine before all the angst happened

Aomine’s been watching his son’s progress with pride, but soon his son starts getting arrogant and begins to challenge his father to competitions

Aomine’s too lazy to care much about it until he sees that you’re starting to praise Daisuke and giving him all your attention

Which irritates him and makes him take things seriously and want to show his son exactly who he’s messing with

Aomine cuffs the back of his son’s head lightly, ignoring the annoyed “Ow!” erupting from the shorter, dark-haired male.

“Oi, you better not start thinking that you’ve got your old man beat, ‘Suke.” Aomine warns, spinning the basketball in his hand.

“All you do is laze around!” Daisuke shot back, knocking the ball out of Aomine’s hand. “Let’s see if you can keep up with me, old man!”

“Oh, you’re on.” Aomine smirked, dropping into his stance. “The only one that can beat me, is-“

“Daiki, that line stopped being cool ages ago!”

“Oi, ______! I’m tryin’ teach our son a thing or two!”

Murasakibara

A big momma’s boy, loves hanging out with his mom and learning to bake

Definitely has an appetite that rivals his father’s, although for the most part the two of them get along pretty well because of their similar personalities

Murasakibara isn’t very jealous cause most times he doesn’t feel the energy to need to be jealous, but he starts to get pouty when you end up spending all of your free time with your son instead of him

His son is tall, but Murasakibara is still taller so he uses that to his advantage whenever he wants to hound you for your undivided attention.

“_____-chin.” Murasakibara’s got his hands wrapped around you from behind, his chin settled on your head as you try to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

“Atsushi, I can’t get anything done if you keep holding me like that!”

“Make Aki-chin do it.” Murasakibara stated stubbornly, glaring at his purple-haired son. “You should rest and eat snacks with me…”

“Mom…” You were weak to Akira’s puppy dog eyes as he tugged at your shirt. Even though his height was soon to surpass yours, you couldn’t see him as anything other than the adorable baby boy you brought into the world.

“Later, Atsushi. Akira and I have to finish cleaning up the kitchen, okay?” You turned your head and kissed Murasakibara’s cheek, hoping to soothe his impatience.

“Mmm…” Atsushi frowned, shooting his son an unhappy glare as Akira smirked behind your turned back, sticking out his tongue at his father.

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