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winterrrnight · 19 days

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babe I just had the best idea for a rafe concept it pains me

Okay so imagine like reader is at work (somewhere idk where) and she just gets so overwhelmed but her and rafes relationship is still new so she doesn't call him because she doesn't wanna bother him....😭

I'm probably not the first person to think of this but it ON MY MINDDDD

literally dropped everything to write this!!!! this reader is way too me coded and I cannot :’) thank you so so much for the req vee 🥹💗 you asked for a concept… I wrote a fic…. :D I hope you like this vee <3

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PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: rafe wants you to be able to rely on him for anything and everything.

WARNINGS: the reader is a preschool teacher and quite self dependent; lots of fluff; cute nicknames; lovesick rafe (my fav fr); minimal swearing

EDITH SPEAKS: this request speaks volumes to me 🥹 this is way too me coded, and I just had to write it, I hope you all like this! the ending is maybe a bit abrupt tho :( please like and reblog if you liked reading <3 feedback is always appreciated 🍹

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I should leave, I haven't yet, but when you smile, I just forget

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You can swear this day can't get any worse. You’ve been on your feet basically the entire day, always rushing from your students here to there. You love the little kiddos with your entire heart, but today, for some reason, they are being an extra pain in the ass. They aren’t as cooperative as you’d prefer; you don’t know what’s gotten into them, they are like little energy packets constantly running around.

Due to some teacher duties you aren’t even able to sit down for your lunch break, taking away the only 15 minutes you have to yourself. And it just gets progressively worse when you finally leave the school to go back to your place and your car has a slashed tire, and today had to be the day when you don’t have a spare tire in your trunk.

It’s been over 6 hours since you left your house this morning, and it’s just Tuesday, but it’s feeling like the longest, most excruciating week ever. You’re now leaning against your car door, letting out a deep exhale as you lean your head back, feeling a headache creep into your brain and pulse harshly. You’re tired, hungry, absolutely exhausted… and all you want are the warm hugs of your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

Rafe is quite a new addition in your life, both of you being together for a mere month. He’s been so loving to you, always protective and just genuinely taking great care of you.

You pull out your phone and find his contact, but before you can dial him, your thumb hovers over his name in sudden realization – he’s always at work at this time.

You begin to contemplate your initial decision of asking him to come here to help you out, and then ultimately decide against it, realizing he’s probably very busy at work, and would only be heavily distracted if you call him.

So, just like how you always do it, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

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It’s nearing 6 pm when you finally get to reach your place. You had to make calls to get yourself a mechanic to get your car fixed, who took his sweet sweet time to come to you. You’re now completely exhausted, wanting nothing more than just to plop on your bed and sleep till your heart desires. You can hear your stomach grumble since you never had the chance to eat the lunch you missed out on, but you make it a problem for later, deciding to just take a nap first.

As you drive into your driveway, you recognise Rafe’s black Range Rover already parked, with him standing next to it, leaning back against the hood of his car as he’s looking intently at his phone. As he catches the sound of your car driving, he instantly looks up, watching your car enter the driveway.

Before you can properly park and get out, Rafe rushes to you, opening the door for you.

“Oh my god where have you been?” He asks you, his voice laced with concern. “I tried calling you and texting you, you always come back home by late afternoon,”

You step out of the car and Rafe shuts the door, a hand quickly landing at the small of your back as you both walk to the porch of your house. He can see you’re really tired; droopy eyes, heavy steps, deep sighs; he knows something happened.

“Yeah my phone died,” you mutter as you unlock the main door of your house, both of you stepping inside. “I just… today was kind of a heavy day, nothing much honestly,” you shrug as you toss your keys in the dish and remove your coat and shoes.

“What happened?” Rafe asks, still really concerned for you as he watches you take off your cost and hang it on the coat rack. As you’re done, you face him with a small smile on your face.

“Nothing much, really,” you say softly, gently cupping his cheek with a hand and tenderly caressing his skin. “Don’t worry, yeah?” You mumble, taking your hand off his cheek as you make your way to the kitchen.

Rafe stays on your heels, following you and monitoring every single move of yours – your padding till the fridge, opening it, getting a bottle of water, unscrewing it and drinking from it.

“You look so exhausted, I can see it in your eyes,” he comments. “Your hair is all messy, your clothes are dirty; it’s clearly not nothing. Come on, tell me, what happened,”

His voice is stern, but not in an angry way; but in an apprehensive way. He moves his hand to your face, gently brushing your hair as he fixes some of the unruly strands.

As you finish drinking your water; drinking almost all of it in one go, you keep your bottle aside and let out a sigh, turning to look at him. “It was just one of those… heavy days, but it’s over now yeah? I’m now home,” you say softly.

“But just tell me what happened,” Rafe’s voice now drops to a whisper as he moves closer to you, continuing to weave his fingers through your hair.

You close your eyes for a moment, delving into the relaxing feeling of Rafe’s fingers softly combing through your hair, but also realizing he’s going to keep pressing for you to tell him what happened.

“The kids were a bit uncooperative today,” you say with a soft chuckle. “And then we have this event coming up at school, so I was busy for my entire lunch break preparing for it. And then my car had a flat tire and I didn’t have a spare so I had to get a mechanic, which took most of the time. But besides that, nothing much happened,” you say with a small shrug.

“Besides all that?” Rafe mutters incredulously. “That’s already a lot, baby, why didn’t you call me when you found out about your flat tire? I would’ve come; or sent someone to get you, we would’ve had lunch in my office, and I would have had someone take care of the tire and bring your car back too.” There’s a small frown on his face and he now holds your face in both his hands, gently skimming your cheeks with his thumbs.

You look up in his soft, baby blue eyes. “I did think of calling you but-”

“But?”

“But I thought…” you take a deep breath, your eye contact with him faltering. “you’ll be busy, and I didn’t want to be a burden to you, really, I was able to get it all fixed just fine,”

You can hear Rafe tsk; his tongue clicking against his teeth as he softly shakes his head. “I’m never busy for you okay? My work does not ever get more importance than you, okay? It never does, and it never will, especially when you’re in trouble and need help,”

He gently grips your chin and tips your head back just a bit, making you look at him. His eyes are softened, the blue even more warmer than usual.

“I know you prefer to do things on your own,” he whispers, “but you have to realise that you really don’t need to do each thing on your own, especially now that I’m around. I won’t mind, really, and besides, I would love to show everyone off at work that I am the boyfriend of the most beautiful person on this damn planet yeah?”

You can’t help but chuckle softly at his words as you keep looking in his eyes.

“So, promise me, next time you need any sorts of help, want me to do something for you, or just want me to be there, you don’t think twice about calling me up okay?” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He can see the reluctancy in your eyes, but you eventually give in and nod.

“Okay, promise,” you murmur, smiling as you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He gladly hugs you back, snuggling his face in your neck as he gently rubs your back.

“So…” you speak up, and he hums back in response, both of you still hugging.

“I’ll take up on that offer right now. I’ll go and shower, and you make something for me to eat yeah?”

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luveline · 10 months

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Hello!! For the zombie au, I would love to see something (no pressure at all tho - I love you and any of your writing regardless ❤️❤️) where the reader gets overwhelmed at the camp and goes off on her own for a bit, causing Steve to go absolutely insane with worry in the meantime. Totally up to you whether something dangerous actually happens or not. Thanks a ton either way!!

thank you for your request! i didn’t make him as worried as I could’ve potentially so please request again if this isn’t quite what you meant! zombie au steve x fem!reader

There are three different children having tantrums at breakfast. You wince at the sound, hands at your knees and squeezing, looking for relief. You have a headache the size of Mount Everest, in the midst of recovery from a cold that had you weak with fever and aching, and this isn't what you'd pictured when you crawled out of your tent this morning.

Steve had been snoring, and Robin's newly adopted cat had been restless, climbing up and down your bodies like you were nothing more than lumpy pillows, and combined with your headache it had been a little too much to bear. Rather than wake either of them to amend their problems, you saw no harm in getting up for a walk and a moment's respite in the small communal area of camp near the fire pit.

The fire hasn't been lit. For a while you'd all operated on nocturnal time, worried your smoke trail would attract the unkind, but it hasn't been a feasible plan to stay that way with so many young children living in the commune. These days you make very small fires when you need to warm food or boil water, and you try to stick to dry wood to minimise the amount of smoke.

You're not sure what's causing the tantrums, perhaps they're setting each other off, but things are starting to get too much for a second time. Without a friend at your side, it's easy to fall into despair. You're sick without medicine, you've been sleeping on the floor outdoors for weeks and it's making you incredibly sore. The children are here and alone and most of them are orphans now because the unspeakable happened and it keeps on happening. Your life is a tragedy novel, the situation is dismal, and you're not sure life is ever going to get better.

You stand up and walk for the river. The sound of rushing water will cover everything else, at the least, and there's a tree you can climb with minimal effort, a branch you can perch on that's high enough that nothing can reach you while you're overstimulated and distracted.

Today could be a good day. You need to clear your head first, is all.

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Steve frowns at the empty blankets beside him. He'd prefer you didn't leave without waking him, 'cos he won't be able to breathe properly until he knows you're okay. He wishes he lived in a world —that you all did— where you could go wherever you liked without telling him and he wouldn't need to worry. He hates that he needs to know where you are.

He wiggles his toes in his shoes, trying to wake them up as he stands from the tent and casts his gaze over the camp. There's a little boy crying near the single fold out table they have. A man scoops him up and starts to rub his back, shushing him. A gaggle of girls laugh beside a small fire, camping pans and cans of soup in tongs held over the flames. Dustin and Will are already up, coming back from the river with a bucket between them.

"Hey," Steve says, jogging up to them. He looks around. "Seen Y/N?"

"She wasn't by the river," Will says.

"But we caught you guys a fish," Dustin says.

Steve looks down into the bucket, where a few smaller carp lie dead. "Oh, nice going. You didn't stab them, right?"

"We're humane," Dustin says. "You have to debone your own. We're not doing all the work."

Steve pats his shoulder. "Hey, thanks. Just as soon as I find Y/N."

He doesn't find you soon. You aren't at the campfire. You aren't in the general area surrounding it. You aren't in someone else's tent, and he's sure they all think he's a control freak for checking.

He tries to calm down. Chances are you needed the bathroom and wanted privacy. He isn't freaking out, he isn't freaking out, really, he's just– he's thinking logistically, because nothing good happens where he can't see you.

Steve turns in a frantic circle, eyes everywhere, searching for your hair, your big coat.

He's about to admit defeat and start shouting your name when you chirp up from behind him. "Hey, handsome. Fancy seeing you here."

He turns, sees you all in one piece in your big warm coat, your clean face shimmering with damp.

"Oh," he says, feeling like he's been punched, "those losers lied to me. You were by the river?"

You trudge over long grass to nudge him. "Just for a bit. My head was hurting. I saw them catching fish for a while, they're pretty good, but don't blame them, I don't think they knew I was there."

"Idiots," he says, not meaning it. His head is pounding. "Why, where were you?"

"Sitting on the 'dangerous' tree branch."

He takes your shoulders into his hands. He can see you preparing for a kiss, your eyes closing slowly, your chin lifting just a little. Newsflash! You made him worry and now you're climbing up trees. He shakes you gently, and when it doesn't upset you, he shakes you more. You laugh infectiously and let your head loll back and forth. You don't ask him to stop, but he feels bad, and he hugs you rather than scramble your brains any further.

"You have a conniption?" you ask into his neck.

"Maybe."

"Sorry, honey," you say, which is funny and sweet, because it's the name he always gives you.

He rubs your back. "Hmm. I should give you a speech on not wandering off along and unnecessary risks."

"Don't do that."

"No, I'm going to, actually."

He sits you by the fire and makes breakfast. The speech isn't a speech, really, just an excuse to talk at you, thankful that he still can. You give him all the meatballs from the weird canned spaghetti and he starts to forgive you for the heart attack. You wipe a dab of spaghetti sauce off of his lip with your thumb before giving him a peck, and he forgets what he was talking about in the first place.

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the-traveling-poet · 7 months

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it’s me again, and I’ve found an idea! Okay so, I’d like to request a Levi x lieutenant reader where the reader is sick but she is as stubborn as a mule and every time someone points that out she just brush it off some way, or elude the questions, until she feels so sick she can barely stand, and ask Levi for help? Thank you Lynn! 🤎🤎

Head-Cold

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What started off as a slight cough and a runny nose, now consumed your every waking moment in the form of a head-cold. The worse you get, the more your friends and comrades worry for your health.

But you’re fine, right?

Your stubbornness to be seen by a medic doesn’t go unnoticed by your Captain, who takes matters into his own hands.

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Pairing: Levi x Lieutenant!Sick!Reader

Warnings: Language, sick reader, mention of vomit

SFW, fluff, xReader

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A/N: Love this idea! Seriously tho the “I don’t need help I’m fine” trope that turns into the “Crush has to take care of you” trope? UNDEFEATED.

Also this request is ironic cause I’m coming down with a head cold myself xD

As always, if this doesn’t meet your expectations, I’ll rewrite whatever you prefer!

Enjoy~🤎

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The moment you woke up feeling nauseous, you knew today was gonna be a great day.

Rolling out of your bed with a stuffy groan, you shuffled over to your private bathroom and took a look at yourself in the mirror. Crusty eyes looked back at you from your reflection, and a red nose drew attention to the color in your face, making you look fevered. Placing a hand on your forehead, you could nearly confirm this was the case.

Mumbling incoherently to yourself, you tried your best to clean yourself up before you had to make an appearance for the day. Before leaving your dorm room, you’d gone through at least ten tissues and wiped your face with a damp wash cloth nearly just as many times. With your hair pulled up neatly away from your face and your clothes adjusted properly on your frame, you put on your best ‘I’m fine’ face and strode out into the hall.

Steadying yourself on your feet, you slowly made your way down to breakfast with the others in your regiment, gliding your hand along the wall to keep your ever wobbling balance.

Shit…Light headed, dizzy, nauseous, runny nose…what’s next, a headache?

You entered the hall and found your way to the kitchens to grab a bowl of what appeared to be soup.

Thank god, maybe this’ll help my poor throat…

You scanned the room over with tired eyes and spotted your fellow superiors sat around their usual table. Stifling a yawn, you trudged over and plopped down near Hange and Nanaba.

“Lieutenant Y/N,” Commander Erwin greeted you formally from across the table.

“Mornin’ C’mander,” you replied back in a stuffy tone, rubbing slightly at your nose.

The conversation happening around you paused, but you were too busy suffering to notice until a hand placed itself on your shoulder. Looking over, you spotted Hange giving you a confused look.

“Y/N, dear…Is everything alright?” they asked.

“Yeah, why?” you asked with a raised brow.

“Y/N, you look sick. Are you sure you’re alright?” Nanaba pestered from your other side.

“Sick? Ehh…maybe. Nothin’ I cant handle doe.” You sniffled, your throat feeling worse from trying to talk in a volume they’d be able to hear you in.

“Maybe you should go to the infirmary…You shouldn’t attend to duties today if you’re ill. You’ll just make yourself worse and possibly spread it to someone else!” Hange’s assistant, Moblit, spoke up from the other side of the scientist.

“Nah, I’ve had a lot worse, so therefor I can’t complain. This won’t kill me.” you argued stubbornly, taking a sip of your soup to hopefully help with the aching pain there.

“You’re sick. I smell it on you.”

You looked up to see Mike joining your table, a bowl of soup in his big hands as he sat down across from Nanaba.

“I’ll be fiiiiiine,” you sniffled, ignoring their concern. You’ve dealt with many hardships in life, both physical and mental. A little head cold wouldn’t be your downfall.

Finally giving into your stubbornness, they dropped your case and resumed their previous conversations. You attempted to follow suit as you ate, but a sudden wave of nausea made you set your spoon back down with a nearly inaudible groan. Deciding you couldn’t stomach anymore, you went to stand on shaky legs and discard your bowl.

Normally you’d let one of the others have what you couldn’t eat, but if Mike was right (and his nose always was) about you being sick, you didn’t want to risk infecting anyone else. Ever you were the considerate one, despite your dismissal of your own issues.

Before you could leave the hall, you found Levi walking in with an empty cup in his hand. After refilling it, he sat near Erwin at your table. He caught your gaze, and you were quick to look away shyly.

“You look like shit,” he greeted.

“Mornin’ Levi,” you greeted back, now trying to hold in a sneeze. As Hange eagerly filled him in on your situation, you rolled your eyes and made to leave the mess hall.

Training wasn’t going to be fun…

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Only twenty minutes in, and you were sweating like a pig. In order to catch your breath, you’d had to resort to breathing through your mouth since your nose was completely plugged up and runny.

Great. Just great.

Your legs shook and your head spun as you got off the ground for the nth time. Taking several shallow breaths, you closed your eyes for a moment and silently prayed to anything that might be listening that the torture would end soon.

“Oi, Lieutenant.”

You snapped your eyes open with a muffled ‘huh?’ and came face to face with the gaze of a glaring Captain Levi. He was running the training course today.

He stood several feet away from you, not wanting to come any closer after all Hange had told him.

“You shouldn’t be out here training, you’ll make yourself worse. Go to the infirmary,” he commanded.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you tried to reassure him breathlessly, wiping at your brow and nose.

He sighed, punching the bridge of his nose. “The one time I go easy on a brat and they refuse,” he mumbled to himself.

“That’s an order, L/N. Go.”

“You can’t orber me roun’. I’m a Lieutenan’.” Your stuffy voice was getting worse, paired with the scratching of your throat.

Another frustrated sigh left the Captain, but he really wasn’t in the mood to argue.

“Fine, have it your way. I was just trying to help, but if you want to make yourself worse, be my guest.”

As he started to walk off, you suddenly gasped and held at your mouth.

“Oh gob oh shid,” you mumbled, catching Levi’s attention. He turned back around, only to see you taking off in the opposite direction; a hand over your mouth and stomach.

He grimaced to himself, knowing immediately what was going on.

“Damn brat…”

Not wanting to vomit in front of everyone, you had raced back into HQ, desperately trying to hold down what little breakfast you’d managed to eat earlier. Throwing your dorm room open, you raced to the bathroom and barely made it to your personal bathroom before it all came back up.

You clutched the bowl of your toilet with shaky hands and coughed, grimacing as your throat burned. After brushing your teeth and cleaning up the bathroom, and yourself with a quick shower, you decided to finally take your friend’s advice.

Not to go to the infirmary, but instead to rest. Locked away in your room, you ignored the knocks and muffled voices at your door as you curled up under the blankets on your bed.

It may have been warm outside, but you were freezing. Despite the sweat that clung to your body, you attempted to rest.

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What felt like an eternity later, the sound of your door being messed with woke you up out of a deep sleep. Rubbing at your sweaty brow, you groaned as you saw your locked door handle twist.

Your door opened slowly, and with blurry eyes you could make out a head of raven hair. Shuffling under the covers, you looked over your shoulder to see Levi approaching your bed.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled sleepily.

“You missed lunch. And dinner,” he stated quietly, and it was only then you noticed a tray of food in his hands.

“Oh…What time is it?” you yawned, trying your best to cover your mouth and sit up, but the dizziness came back in full force, making you groan and lay back down.

“A little after eight,” he responded, setting the tray down on your bedside table.

“I tried to check up on you earlier, but you must have really been out of it.”

“How did you even get in here this time?” you asked with a raised brow. “I locked the door.”

“I picked the lock,” he stated in a ‘you seriously have to ask?’ tone of voice.

Shooting him a look of disbelief, you shook your head and attempted to sit up again.

“Why are you even in here? I’m sick. You might get sick.” You pointed out, knowing how skittish he was about germs.

With a sigh, he sat on the edge of your bed. “I decided to swallow my pride and make sure you didn’t die in here. Firstly, that’s a lot of paper work for me. Secondly, someone has to help your stubborn ass. Might as well be me.”

“And why’s that?” You pushed for more information, a smile slowly making its way onto your face. Though his face was turned away from you, you could make out a very faint pink hue blooming over his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“Why not me?” he mumbled.

“Awe, you do care,” you chuckled, voice a little raspy still from sleep and your scratchy throat.

“Shut it, brat. You’re stuffy, and it’s annoying to listen to you talk. The sooner you become less annoying to me, the better.” he grumbled, shooting you a pointed look over his shoulder that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Starting to understand, you couldn’t help but grin. Maybe he did care a little more than he was trying to let on…

“You wouldn’t have had to hear me talk like this if you hadn’t come in here,” you pointed out teasingly.

He didn’t have a retort for this, so instead he sighed in annoyance and picked up the forgotten tray of food.

“Eat your damn soup already. And take some meds for god’s sake. I grabbed a couple bottles on the way up here.”

Rolling your eyes, you took the tray from him, your fingers lightly brushing against his hands. He stiffened slightly at the contact, but made no comment. Instead, he quietly observed you taking a sip of the warm soup. He refused to tell you, but you could tell this wasn’t something that had been served for dinner. He had to have made this himself.

For you…

“Thanks, Levi. I guess I could maybe use the help.” You smiled at him, scooting a little closer to where he sat.

“Yeah no shit, now eat.” He didn’t move away from you. Instead, he discreetly moved a little closer.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to ask for help from time to time, you supposed. Especially if being sick meant you got to spend some time with your favorite Captain…

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hum-suffer · 4 months

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I'm Yours 2

Ishan has always been a light sleeper. His mother was proud of him and his dad, a man who craved snacks at midnight, bemoaned his habits.

So when he wakes up on Sunday morning with a fresh gajra tied on his wrist, for a moment, he wonders if this is a hallucination or a dream. He blinks and pinches his thigh, the sharp sting reminding him that it's reality. He frowns, and touches the gajra. It's real.

Ishan takes a deep breath.

"Let's bathe first and then deal with this," he says to himself. Another beat passes as he reconsiders his promise to himself. "Maybe have some tea first."

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He's so fucking glad that he had the tea first.

The moment he was more awake, he was panicking.

Someone fucking broke into his house? His house? His ancestral, beloved house that had marble flooring which made clancking sounds everytime he walked? Ishan cracks his neck and takes another fortifying breath, staring at the discarded gajra on the dining table. It feels very audacious. And flattering.

The thought is horrifying and for a moment, Ishan imagines his grandfather shaking his head at the bloody idiocy Ishan possesses. Wryly, he says outloud,"I'm a very good source of entertainment, aren't I, Dadaji?"

The house obviously remains silent. In a surprising turn, the loneliness he often feels seeps right back in.

He glances at the gajra again. "Hey, at least, someone alive gets entertainment from me."

He knows he should report this. But for now, he doesn't want to care. It's a bloody Sunday and he will be damned if something ruins his Sunday, even if it's a stalker/admirer.

A message pops on his phone just as he's about to wash his cup. 'Did you like the gajra, love?'

'don't have the hair for it, dude.'

He probably shouldn't antagonise a probable sociopath.

But hey, what is life, if not had decisions taken in the spirit of loneliness?

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When he's more settled, in the evening, Ishan goes out for a walk. His body aches in protest and the ink marks on his fingers dictate his profession to anyone who cares to see.

End of semester season is horrible, but more so when he already has to plan so much. Tomorrow's the seminar for something techy— Ishan doesn't know, he's the Hindi teacher, and he'd rather prefer not to know. Those things just rot his brain and he hates the seminars more than students, probably, but he'd do just about anything to take some load off of Virat bhaiya. Jaddu almost always lightens the mood at seminars, and he's back from his holiday to Jamnagar, and Ishan is counting on him to be the better part.

Apart from Shubhman, that is.

Ishan cannot get over his silly little crush, no matter how hard he tries and he hates it. That's a celebrity. A good looking, smart philanthropist who also owns a registered firm.

Ishan doesn't know the name of the firm, he realises with a groan. He gets his phone out, shoots a quick text to Shreyas to prepare the introduction speech for Shubhman.

The admirer, has sent him another message.

'Do you have any favourite colour?'

'yes, it's the shade stfu of the colour mind your business.'

'Lol. Really, tho. Don't make me dissect your wardrobe and make a guess, love'

Ishan's eyes narrow. He's not going to be ordered around by this bullshiter.

'Be my guest, love'

'i'm gonna overlook the rudeness for that endearment'

'Im gonna kill u'. Ishan doesn't even realise he's smiling until he casts a random glance at the windows of parked car. He controls his smile instantly.

'your looks already have'

Ishan scoffs at the blatantly cheesy line. Ew. 'Stay dead.'

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'You have an awful amt of blue clothes'

The message greets Ishan early in the morning, and so does the smell of jasmines. He looks down and there it is— a gajra tied on his wrist.

The pounding headache that he already has becomes more pronounced as he passes through the motions of his schedule, the message a background chatter in his head until he has the cup of tea in his hands.

So.

That happened.

Yesterday's gajra and today's gajra, side by side, stare at Ishan. Ishan gulps. He should not have done that— any of that.

"Kya kar Raha hai tu," he mutters to himself as his thumb hovers over the block button. Why is he hesitating?

(Maybe because he doesn't care of he's dead or alive. Maybe because he wants the attention. Maybe because the idea of being so desired makes him warm. Maybe because someone only focusing on him makes him feel cherished.

Ishan doesn't dissect these ideas.)

He blocks the number and reports it for good measure.

He's already almost late— the quest to find his beloved oversized blue silk shirt had taken too much time. He's probably left it back home, maybe. He doesn't remember taking it there but he's always been clumsy so who knows? He'll continue the quest later.

The smell of jasmines cling to his nose even after he's deliberately choosen a woodsy perfume.

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Shubhman is at perfect time.

Avesh, the admin staff manager, came almost running to Ishan when Shubhman, bless him, called in advance to say that he'll be at the college withing fifteen minutes.

If Shubhman keeps this up, Ishan will do something embarassing— like quoting Hannibal or something. The sheer appreciation Ishan feels for the man is beyond words.

As always, Rohit bhaiya had forgotten the matchsticks somewhere but Jas had come through and Ishan is now running around only making sure the height of the mic and the placement of flowers.

Siraj drags him forcefully to the gate of the faculty, to greet Shubhman. A volunteer student clicks photos as Virat Bhai hugs Shubhman, who always appears star struck at the attention from their resident King. Rohit bhaiya squeezes Shubhman in a tight hug and the smile Shubhman has on his face is blinding.

(Ishan wishes someone was as happy to see him. His colleagues are always fun, but they have lives— Ishan doesn't.)

When Shubhman turns to him, Ishan can't help but stare. He's wearing a navy blazer over a white shirt and dark blue jeans. His eyes, they're dark and intense. Ishan feels frozen.

"Ishan." His voice sounds so fucking good. He steps forward and before Ishan can hold his hand out for a handshake, Shubhman steps in his personal space and gives him a side hug.

Ishan breathes in, to calm his heart, and catches a distantly familiar scent from Shubhman. It's probably a kind of perfume Ishan knows, he's obsessed with scents.

"Shubhman. It's a pleasure to meet you again."

What the FUCK is he saying. Ishan wants to dig a hole in some lonely ground and bury himself. A pleasure to meet him? Could he be anymore obvious?

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine."

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The seminar goes on for two hours, perfectly adhering to the scheduled time and Shubhman has prepared enough to be also able to do a QnA. Ishan will marry him.

The students rush out of the seminar hall without a second thought, all of them sleepy and wanting to enjoy the rest of their day after the cancellation of their classes.

Ishan hums to himself as he wraps up the extra papers and wires, the bag for Shubhman ready to take. "Tulsi, reusable pen, certificate." He counts everything outloud and puts the bag aside. Someone lifts it up instantly. Ishan whips around, seeing Shubhman standing there grinning at him.

"Hello, there."

"Hi, Shubhman. How long have you been standing here?"

"Just long enough to hear that aap Mumbai aa sakte hai."

Ishan feels his face heat up instantly and shakes his head. Shubhman laughs. "Come on, I feel like we should close this hall before someone closes us inside it."

Would it really be so bad?

Oh god, when did he turn into a desperate teenager?

Ishan follows Shubhman out, talking about measley things like movies and songs, to see him off and help him settle with the gifts but they're met with Virat bhaiya and Rohit bhaiya standing at the gate of the faculty and a thundering rain.

Fuck.

They both despise the rain. Ishan does too, to be honest. Almost everyone at the college hates it. Mostly, because after rain, their usually pristine college roads turn into water holding corners at some areas and the greenery in their college always allows for mosquitoes after a good rain.

Virat bhaiya shakes his head,"Unnatural rains, at the time of diwali no less! Kya zindagi hai yaar."

"Why are you being dramatic?" Ishan asks with a groan,"I have to go back on my bike! I'm already applying for sick leave for tomorrow, Rohit bhaiya."

Before Rohit bhaiya can say anything, though, Shubhman frowns at him. "But why do you want to get soaked? I have my car, I'll drop you off at your place."

"Absolutely not, I'm not going to impose on you like that. And what about my bike?"

"I'll send Rutu or someone with it tomorrow to pick you up, bhai." Rohit bhaiya says. "Don't get sick uselessly! Shubhman is right, you don't need to get soaked for nothing."

Shubhman nods along,"And it's not imposing if I offered. Come on, let me do my good deed for the week."

Ishan looks helplessly at Virat bhaiya. He lifts his chin and gives him a reassuring look.

"Okay."

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Tagging: @mayakimayahai @kyayaarkiraa @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou @onthecloudseven @khwxbeeda @ek-ladki-bheegi-bhagi-si @fortunatelycrazyyouth @ishkrisq

#desiblr #suffer ye suhana nahi #desi tumblr #ishman #shubhish #shubhman gill #ishan kishan

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sunkissed-zegras · 8 months

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🏒For Rutger Mcgroarty?

CONGRATS ON 100 LOVE❤️❤️

THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE 😭 ENJOY 🫶🏼

my 100 follower celly!

rutger is a caffeine addict. it doesn’t matter WHAT, as long as it has caffeine, rutger will be drinking it. but he prefers red bull or energy drinks over coffee because he looks lactose intolerant 😭😭 twins 🤞🏼he also physically can’t live without caffeine, he is starting to get caffeine headaches and everyone around him is like “i told ya so”

kinda based on the last one, this man is ALWAYS hype. he looks like the best guy to go out to a party with because HE JUST LOOKS LIKE THE LIFE OF A PARTY? hes def the type of guy to like do the beer chug thingy that people use at parties 😭 hes always just moving around too (because of the caffeine LMAO) so if hes sitting for too long he starts getting jittery and will like, start bouncing his leg up and down because he just needs to be moving, that’s why he hates lectures so much i mean, who actually does tho?

he’s actually very understanding and empathetic. because of his sister i like to think that rut actually is the type of guy to be empathetic towards everyone in general, he’s also just in tune with his emotions and will communicate exactly what he’s feeling to you (and really anyone he cares about) because he knows that communication is key. this man will never hold a grudge either, he’s just the “you only live once” kinda vibe and thinks grudges are a waste of time 😭

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weirdxstarseed · 11 months

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imagine you need to take care of a sick rin

content: pure fluff, friends to lovers, platonic love, sick!rin x carer!reader | words: idk | warnings: none

It was a peaceful afternoon when you suddenly received a call from Yukio

He asked if you can take care of his brother cuz he had an important mission and he can’t take care of him

You hesitate to risk your sunday for being in charge of one of your classmates

Even tho you had a good relationship with anyone

taking care of rin was a complete challenge

rin was the type of sick person who always complain about his illness

and you didn’t have the patience to deal with a trouble-maker

at the end, you accept with the condition that yukio will let you absent any day you want

consequently, he replied with an assertive answer letting you know all the information that you need to take care of rin

you arrived at their home and gave an esceptic glance to the surface

It looks pretty neatly to be a department where two boys lived.

you knock twice the door to verify if there was someone in the room

unexpectedly, a blue-haired boy open the door with an angry face

your eyes were bigger than usual and without hearing anything rin said, you guided him to the bed

“HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” he screamed before start coughing like a sick dog

“Stop, you’ll get hurt” you scold him, leaving your bag in a chair

He examined you with a distrusting glance and you showed him your tongue

mocking him

Rin rolled his eyes annoyed and started complaining

“I don’t know why Yukio told you to take care of me”

“I like money” you said, winning a indignant glance like a drama queen

“He offered you money?”

“Yes, a lot of yen is at stake”

“REALLY??” he sit on his bed, watching at you with a red blush in his cheeks

You smile openly and laugh at his expression

“Of course not, idiot” you replied “Sleep a little bit, you’re in great hands”

“If you said it. . .¡OUCH!”

You hit him with a pillow when you heard his comment and start organizaing everything in the room

Believe me, it was a challenge to shut him off

He always complained aboy everything

The coldness in the room, the hot weather outside, his sore throat, his headache

You patienly heard every complaint controlling yourself preventing to hit him again

Until you started organizing in the table

Towels, fresh water in a little bowl, termometer, analgesic, more towel

You know, things you need to take care of a sick person

The noise transform into silence

And when you saw rin sleeping peacefuly

A little smile cross your face

Feeling your heart beating

You roll your eyes trying to ignore the feeling raising in your chest

Prefering to concentrate in your labour

You sat in the floor to read a little bit watching over your shoulder if your patient was calm

Ignoring that when you read time goes by

You scream after feeling an air going through your spine

Rin was reading your manga behind you so you stand up trying to search the termometer on the table

He was a little bit slow so he didn’t notice your nervousness

Nervousness that went down the trash when both of you start to complain cuz the little baby didn’t want to swallow his pills

“I DON´T WANT THAT”

“I DON’T CARE, OKUMURA”

Sometimes when you change his front towel, he distracted you by talking about the manga you were reading, but suddenly you stop him putting the towel all over his face

Both of you stayed fighting like cats and dogs for an hour until rin proposed you to sit near him

You’ll be in an easiest way to check him out and he could bother you in a simple manner

You were with one eye reading and with the other one, watching the breath of rin

He would sleep multiple times and just wake up to say “I’m hungry”

In those spaces, both of you would love to talk about your favourite tv show

Or even complain about the difficult things that it’s to be an exorcist

Again, he would be in the land of dreams and you’ll be so astonished about his curious beauty

You check the clock, it’s 9.15pm time to Yukio arrive to their home

Carefully, you’ll approach to Rin’s face and leave a soft kiss in his cheek

In a sign of “good-bye”

Without noticing that some boy was awake and feeling your kiss over his cheek put him as a weird tomato

faster, you’ll clean all the room

Picking up food packaging, clean towel in the table and ofc medicine in order

You’ll write a cute letter to rin and a letter to Yukio telling all the stuff that you did for his cares

And when you’re to leave, Rin calls you

“Wait”

You gave a glance of confusion and he look away blushed as hell

“Can you give me another kiss?”

You soul left out your body when you hear those words and with shyness, you gave him another kiss leaving the room with your heart in the sleeve

Rin went to school the next day screaming that he was in there in a good health cuz he received the best treatment in the whole world

Provoking you to choke with the water that you were drinking

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class-1b-bull · 8 months

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What do you hc for class 1b's backstories? Also this blog is literally giving me a supply of 1b crumbs and I thank thee 🛐

Thank you so much <3

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - he grew up in a small town that was 90% men. Probably fisherman. Also I think he has an older sister that he calls a bitch all the time but he would die for her. Pretty basic past.

Sen - ya know those basic ass dudes that get 20+ love letters a day. That was him in middle school. Other than that he had a normal past with a normal family (including his 'annoying' little siblings that think hes the coolest person alive <3)

Kamakiri - hes either an only child or the oldest of like 12 kids. He always had to take care if his younger siblings since his parents stayed at work all the time

Kuroiro - he was the only goth in a small ass town. Everywhere he walked old ass farmers would judge him for the way he dressed but now that hes at UA with a few other goths he doesn't care about being judged as much (bro is forklift certified btw)

Kendo - she had a very supportive family and was always praised for her good deeds which made her want to become a hero. Nothing to exciting shes pretty much always been surrounded by love and affection.

Kodai - other than maybe being teased when she was younger for being so quiet shes always been the same as she is now. Normal family and home life lol. I do like to think he family is loud asf tho (not like always yelling but they just have booming voices yk)

Komori - she was probably an only child. And while she was more popular in school than some she preferred to stay home with her parents or walk around in the woods to find mushrooms

Shiozaki - she definitely went to some christian private school her whole life and was probably really sheltered so thats why I think she would be a little akward when meeting new people

Shishida - lives with his rich ass grandma. Idk what happened to his parents but they aint in the picture so he was raised by this sweet little old lady instead and it shows

Shoda - idk why but I think he was raised by one of those hella social single moms. She always went out to partys and had friends over. Having so many new people around him all the time scared little him ngl

Pony - we all know most of her life she lived in America (i think California) so she spent a lot of her life by the ocean. She probably knows how to surf lol. Other than that tho she has a little brother and her parents that lived with her til she transferred to japan

Tsubaraba - his past is 50/50. Either he had a normal life with loving parents in a stable home up til UA or it was fucked up. No in-between (Ya know how class clowns almost always have fucked home lives.)

Tetsutetsu - bros biggest problem in life is having a hot mom. Hes an only child raised by a single mom and though most of his life is normal he cant have friends over because they just talk about how strong his mom is lmao. (She works out often and is the reason tetsu wants to be so strong)

Tokage - if she does have siblings its 2 older brothers and she was raised by her dad after her mom died when she was too young to even remember her. She doesn't mind not having a mom because her 2 older brothers gladly fill in that role for her lmao

Manga - yk how the mha universe is biased against people with mutation quirks. I think mangas birth parents put him up for adoption after seeing his quirk but in less than a year he was adopted by two artists after they saw his love for art <3 he had a normal and happy life since (this is also why his main goal is to make all the kids in the world smile)

Honenuki - Honestly he had an alcoholic single mom or something. She would always come home tired and with bad headaches so thats why hes so good at most house tasks (cooking, massages, cleaning, ect.) Kinda neglected so he matured earlier than he shouldve but he still loves his mom

Bondo - he was adopted by lesbian moms and they raised him to be the gentlemanly giant he is today. He loves his parents so much for how they raised him. His past is pretty normal and the only reason he was put up for adoption was because his birth mom not being financially stable enough or something of the sort. (She does visit him every so often tho)

Monoma - we already know he was bullied for his quirk most of his life but did you know he also lets you save 15% or more on car insurance? (Idk what to put here we already know his past rip)

Reiko - her parents divorced when she was around 8 and her dad won custody of her and she honestly couldn't be happier. Her dad looks cool asf but hes nice as hell to anyone and everyone. He also loves spooky stories and is the main reason reiko loves spooky things. Pretty normal past other than having a cool ass dad.

Rin - he transferred to Japan for two reasons. To go to UA and to get away from his parents. Dont get me wrong his parents were good people but they were kinda disappointed when rin said he wanted to be a hero. That disapproval only made him more determined to prove them wrong tho.

(More on koseis in tomorrows post)

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synthshenanigans · 11 months

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Not as happy with it as Hearts but heres my

Mind redesign!

Headcanons + Stims below!

(Btw, the stims I put are ones I think that fit, but are also ones that I have since I know those the best. But I'd be happy to hear any other ideas!)

Stims:

• Hand shakes or twitching

• Chewing & clicking pens. Also tap, flips and shakes them in his hand

• Scratches arms & thighs. (especially when stressed)

• Holds/Messes with tail

• Paces around a lot, he cant sit in one space for long

• Clenches jaw fairly often

• Fidgets with any jewelry on him (rings bracelets and necklace)

Headcanons:

• Also uses the name Ciro

• He doesnt really mind what pronouns people use but they more prefer He/Him since thats Whole's. But they also uses They/Them, It/Its and even She/Her sometimes.

• Has a split pupil in the eye thats usually under his hair (its not that he hates it or anything, hes just emo)

• Likes turn based rpgs and bullet hell games. (Undertale, Deltarune, Octopath Traveler, Persona etc.)

• Also likes making things via legos, kandi, paracord, kniting, crocheting, anything really. Sometimes he'll make things for Soul and Heart and give it to them. Bros stubborn and embarrassed by it tho so he leaves it in their rooms or just throws it at them.

• While he does make fun of Heart for hating the light, Mind also hates the night, to the point where it has a fear of the dark. Your brain can sometimes see things in the dark that aren't there. So if they're in the dark for too long, he gets very very skittish and paranoid.

• In general she is also quite paranoid and over thinks a lot.

• Not only does he have his headaches, but neck pains as well as phantom limb pain

• Used to have full moth wings but after a fight with Heart, they were too torn up to use. He still has them, but they're small and he hides them under his jacket. (also why they rarely take its jacket off)

• His hair gets brighter if hes being more (rarely) emotional. (Happier, angrier, excited etc.) The rarer times when he gets startled, his hair goes off like a mini flashbang

• When his emotions are high enough, small sparks will shoot out from his hair

• Also if hes especially pissed off or depressed, it's voice will glitch and stutter way more (like some moments in like Storm and a Spring or TME)

• Has more moth traits but always tries to hide them. He has small antennas but hides them in his hair, has moth fluff on his neck but shaves it so it doesn't grow out etc. Also loves light like a moth but can control himself to not like...bang his head into a lamp post (unless hes like really tired or drunk or something? (heart once had a laser pointer and mind attack it like a cat))

• I dont have a set idea on how Heart went blind. But if it was Minds doing (especially if he used Souls trident), I could see Souls punishment resulting in Mind getting the robot limbs. That or Soul resulted in Mind needing the voice modulator.

• Has a tear on their sleeve from Hearts gunshot

• Cable tail that looks like a Nintendo 64 controller cable. Cause 1. Its an electric tail and 2. CJ (& me) likes LoZ Majoras Mask, which in an N64 game.

• Him and Heart are the same height but Soul is slightly taller. Heart doesn't mind it (nor can he tell) but Mind is slightly annoyed at that so he wears heels and heeled boots to be tall or as tall as Soul.

#im sleepy so ill update this later if i forget anythin #but mind is finally done #not as proud of it but i like it enough #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #cj mind #cccc

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bowiebond · 2 years

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The blind Steve ficlet you wrote was amazing. Respectfully, imma need more of it please 😌🫴🏾🫴🏾

I don’t have more, but I do have a collection of headcanons I’d like to share with you from that universe 😂

- Steve has a cane for when he’s out and about. He likes to fall in public even after Billy warns him the floors slippery because it makes Billy laugh instinctively. And he’ll keep laughing even as Steve feigns offence, grasping as his arms more than a little indulgently as Billy is in near tears, helping him up.

“I can’t believe you’re laughing at the blind guy. You’re heartless, Hargrove.”

“Shut the fuck up, we both know you did on purpose, you’re making me look bad.” And he’ll get dirty looks from strangers who come up and ask Steve if he’s alright as Steve puts on the ‘woe is me, look at my awful friend who cares not for my safety as a poor, fragile thing’ act. Billy is going red in the face from both embarrassment and from holding back his laughter as ladies fall for Steve’s act.

- Steve is the perfect amount of deaf to tune out Billy’s ventilator when he sleepover (and eventually moves in). He can hear it a little if he’s sleeping on the left side of the bed instead of the right, but he finds it kind of soothing.

- Steve gives Billy’s mask kisses if he wakes up before him and no, Billy doesn’t know this for a long time and when he eventually finds out, he has to take a minute to try not to cry in front of his boyfriend.

- When Billy laughs too hard, he tends to break into coughing fits. Some days it’s fine and he can rub the pain away after, but on bad days Steve will help him sit back and make him tea, the honeyed one Billy likes. Just taking twenty minutes to calm down to be the difference between a good day and a shit one for Billy, and Steve tries his best to make it easier.

- Steve forgets people need the lights on when they go around the house. Billy realised this pretty early in. Steve’s got a few windows; one in the living room, another in the kitchen, a tiny one in the bathroom for steam to exit and a balcony attached to his bedroom. During the day, Billy doesn’t really need to turn the lights on anyway, so he doesn’t. He prefers it a bit dimmer anyway with his headaches.

Billy does invest in lamps tho; silly ones that look entirely out of place in Steve’s bare but posh apartment. Steve only realises the lamp next to their couch is a bright pink flamingo when Mike awkwardly points it out one day and Steve spends weeks giggling every time his hand brushes it while reaching for the remote (so he can listen to MTV). Eventually Billy asks what’s up and Steve goes hysterical with laughter, “THAT FLAMINGO LAMP HAS BEEN HERE FIVE MONTHS AND NOBODY SAID ANYTHING! NOT EVEN ROBIN!”

“Yeah, I told her not to say anything.”

“How many of the things you’ve brought for our place are like the flamingo?”

“…Like bird themed?”

“Anything that doesn’t suit the original design of this place.”

Billy is quiet a long time before he just starts listing off many, many things he’s brought home; a black Santa statue that made Lucas snort once, multiple cat themed mugs than Robin likes to steal when over, a Cookie Monster themed lamp in their bedroom, and half of their cushions? The ugliest designs he could think of were chosen as thrift stores. There’s also a birdbath on the balcony as of two days ago and Billy’s been waiting for Steve to put his hand in it by accident.

- Steve forgets to charge his hearing aids a lot. He doesn’t have to wear them as long as people speak up, but they’re handy in public when people don’t know he’s deaf, only blind. Billy usually ends up finding them somewhere in the apartment and charges them, but on occasion they’ll leave the house without them and Steve will have a server talk right at him, except he’s distracted so he’s not tuned in and well…

A hand touches his across the table and he jolted to attention.

“What’s up?”

“Steve,” Billy sounds like he wants to chuckle but is being polite. “The poor girls going red, what’re you having to eat?”

“Oh! Sorry!” Steve’s face burned as he fumbled, turning his head to the right.

“Left.” He turned left and smiled awkwardly, fidgeting with Billy’s fingers out of the habit.

“Just, uh, the chicken and avo special. Thanks.”

“Sorry! I didn’t realise!” She really does sound sorry, embarrassed, and Steve chuckles.

“It’s fine, at least he didn’t hear you.” Billy smirks at his own joke and Steve whacked him across the table, hitting his chest more than his arm.

“Don’t be a dick.” They’ll laugh about it later though when they get home.

- Billy has some bad scarring. It’s not smooth and seamless, it’s messy and bumpy, a mix of white tissue and spots darker than the rest of his skin even after years of healing. He still wore his shirts unbuttoned, but he usually wore singlets under them in public.

Steve can’t see the damage, but he likes to feel it sometimes. The skin is thinner and more sensitive in a strange way, and Billy will watch Steve’s hand travel along the ridges and bump while he reads to the brunet.

“It’s not pretty.” He mentions one day. “I don’t get why you like touching it so much. It’s ugly.”

“Well, pretty and ugly are descriptions people with sight use. I just…it proves you’re real. I can’t say pitch me if I’m seeing things I don’t believe are there. My mind couldn’t come up with a texture like this. That’s all. It proves you’re alive. That you’re here.”

Billy doesn’t ask again. He also denies the sniff he gives, blaming the book instead of his boyfriends words for his tears.

- Billy still has anxiety, but anxiety/panic attacks are Very Bad on his weak heart and lungs, so he eventually gets a service dog after a long discussion with Steve. Billy names her Donna and she’s a big fluffy retriever who is perfect for weighted pressure to ground him during attacks. That, and she can alert Steve if he needs medical attention due to the elevated heart rate or a coughing fit that’s going on much too long to be good.

- Hospital visits suck but are necessary. Billy has to have regular check ups for blood pressure, lung and heart health, his fatigue and chronic migraines. Steve gets his ears tested twice a year as well as a general check up - doctors are keeping a close on his head for trauma due to how much concussions he’s had in the past. Billy gets his eyes tested once a year, usually to change prescription.

- They pair always go together as support. Steve can be inclined towards PTSD-induced flashbacks when it comes to needles if he’s left alone and in the past Robin went with him, but she got antsy and would ramble a lot about things that really didn’t help Steve’s nerves. Billy will usually hold his hand through most appointments because doctors dress like scientists and scientists - they freak them all out. Steve doesn’t like their constant insistence on tests and Billy is not a fan either. They know they’re in safe hands, they have a favourite doctor they’re inclined towards, but it’s still scary, so they go together every time. They’ll move plans around just so they’re there for the other. (When they really can’t, Robin or Max can stand in but it’s not preferred. They refused to be separated during visits and it’s caused a few conflicts with doctors, but they’re willing to walk right out if not heard and find someone better. They know a good lawyer after all *cough* Nancy *cough*)

- They’ve disgusting in love and Steve forgets they’re not alone sometimes, which makes it very awkward for everyone when Billy’s been talking a long time in a group setting and Steve will just put a hand on his thigh and sigh. “Have I ever told you how hot your voice is? Cause it is. Wanna ruin mine?”

Any guest has learned to scream at the top of their lungs when this happens and Steve will always end up apologising profusely because he genuinely forgets other people are there sometimes, even when invited. Billy thinks it’s hilarious.

- Sex is a little harder for the both of them, but they’re learned to work around a lot of things in order to still fuck like they want to possess the other. It’s great. Plus, Steve gets to handcuff Billy to the bed frame most nights and just feel everything. It’s different from feeling someone’s face, relearning their expressions, the new lines on their face as they age. Billys sensitive all over, or maybe he’s just sensitive to Steve’s hand in general, but it’s intimate. Steve likes caressing him all over, likes to relearning his body every night, likes remembering the parts that haven’t changed.

It’s even more fun when Steve blindfolds him. Steve’s not used to people touching him outside of guiding him, and it makes him shiver all over when Billy explores his body with calloused hands, not just touching the parts that would entice a moan or a sigh, but all over. His neck, his shoulders, his arms and wrists. Down his torso and over his hips and along his calves and squeezing his knees. He memorises where his moles are after a few months, and makes Steve grin when he kisses them. Steve’s used to exploring other people, has to to see them through his hands, but there’s a feeling so special about being explored in return.

He only ever wants to explore and be explored by Billy.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #blind Steve harrington #disabled!billy #harringrove

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everlastiingiimmortals · 1 month

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME : Willow, i also answer to Soleil!

PRONOUNS : she/they

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : d.iscord bc IMs annoy me but i can deal with them, i'm kind of picky about giving out my discord now

NAME OF MUSE(s) : too many to be normal about that's what! good thing i have this roster to make it easier to look at! but the current main ones are of course Jing Yuan and Ratio

BEST EXPERIENCE : oh gosh, i think the best experience i had with my little hyv nook was exploding the dash with jing yuan's "IM GONNA FUCK THE GODS" crack born from a silly mistake LMAO. in general though the best experience i had was an exchange i had with one of my closest friends @overx, which was an ask i sent to them and one i received in response for a deity's altar meme. i cried so much, because it was one of the first times my OC had truly felt... seen. i think about it all the time

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : too many to list, so here's a few!

- pedestals. i want nothing to do with them. don't elevate me or other people to some sort of standard or anything like that, it genuinely sickens me to the point where i now struggle to accept normal compliments (working on it tho).

- writing for the sake of ships. some people really just want to prioritize shipping and writing romance and that's fine! you do you, but i personally cannot do it. if you approach me for a ship without us having established a dynamic for our muses before that i'm also going to feel really weird about it because i can't read the chemistry, particularly if i don't know you too well (this is also why i'm usually slow to propose ships, because i greatly prefer some sort of dynamic to bounce off of either in canon or through rp).

- teeny tiny text, elaborate formatting or oppressive colors. i'm not going to give myself a headache attempting to read someone's stuff, if it's too hard for me to decipher your posts and especially rules because you favor aesthetic over accessibility, i'm hard blocking because we will not mesh.

MUSE PREFERENCES : looking at my muse history i notice that i'm drawn to those of a nurturing type, whether it's gentle and kind or tough love. i also adore playing around with the idea of mortality or the lack there of, and what that looks like for different characters. contrasting philosophies are also incredibly fun for me! it's kind of obvious with just my muses here alone

PLOTS OR MEMES : oh it's plots for me, which is an issue because it strongly limits my ability to freely interact with others. i really really need to practice using memes more but i am Slow with my inbox and easily overwhelmed

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : yes! i love both, short replies especially are so fun when it comes to rapid-fire dash shenanigans, but the depth of a long reply is always fun and delicious

BEST TIME TO WRITE : after my classes or while i'm in transit and have nothing better to do! can't do cars though those are too bumpy

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : looks at all the times i've been called out for doing something ridiculously jing yuan or ratio or [insert muse] coded. yeah i'd say so. maybe more than i should be DGFKJHDHGKHJ

TAGGED BY : @resolutepath (thanks!) TAGGING : @apocryphis @chasersglow @blckswnstm @shengyins @etherealguard and you!

#//immortal; (OOC)#//passing the time; (DASH GAME)

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sevicia · 4 months

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you WILL perceive my OC process / thoughts / ETC . had an idea for a game the other day while in the shower (they weren't kidding that shower can think) . two main characters they are sisters , you start playing as the older one ETC , and the idea is that she is withdrawn , nervous , responsible and insecure about where she is in life (she is about to start college this is important to the plot but not for what I'm talking about rn) . first instinct was to give her short spiky black hair

first thing I drew (did a couple alt hairs tho) but I felt like the expression did not match what I was going for at all (she is the type to try her best to look calm and reliable) , and neither did the clothes which I drew with the beauty of the opossum in mind . very prevalent today for no reason still a wonderful animal . I did like the hair though and I wasn't ready to give up on the opossum vibe (lol) , so I decided to do a paper doll type thing and start drawing by clothing layer so I could go slowly and think about what she'd be wearing

did not have the willpower to try & make the hair look the same in the paper doll version , didn't wanna overthink her expression either so I really ended up with a completely different character . . . who I really like !!

I have always wanted to do a story set in a cold climate , really had an idea for a different character back in high school (blonde, earmuffs, cheeks are always pink), but gave up on her when I just couldn't figure out what I wanted her to look like . . .

I got the idea for this character to be either in the 3rd or 4th year of high school , she's pretty much an outcast out of habit at this point , enjoys taking walks and being in places she has no business being in . I thought of her being talked to by a teacher (librarian?) on the subject of not just her grades but mostly her behavior at school, gives me the chance of saying if there is something bothering her and affecting her behavior then there is something she needs to get over but I really dunno how to write (think) about something like that ;_;

^ her & her bag . . . NOTHING IS TO SCALE !!!!!!! she has:

- notebook: ripped the used pages from a previous notebook and just kept the empty ones, the thing is beat up to the point the spiral's coming off and the corner of the cover is peeling off ... the cover design is a cloud castle with rainbows , a bundle was on sale and while she doesn't really like it , she doesn't particularly dislike it either .

- pencil case: heart-themed , the fabric is starting to fray after years of use . in it she has: a highlighter, a ballpoint pen, a regular pencil (chewed up), a tiny colored pencil, a container + sharpener combo, and three erasers: one of them is just a formless little thing, the other is a brand new one that she doesn't really wanna use because it's brand new, and the last is one of those useless decorative ones, shaped like a flower. no white-out because she is very very brave .

- water bottle: literally just a plastic bottle she bought a while ago & keeps washing & reusing . getting more & more crumpled up by the SECOND . . .

- strip of paracematol: self explanatory . doesn't get headaches TOO often, just often enough to justify carrying a strip of it around lol

- juice box + tupperware: her mom cuts apples for her and always gets her apple juice cause apples were her favorite fruit growing up ... she really prefers oranges now but doesn't have the heart to tell her . tupperware also has soda crackers . must be mentioned that this is NOT her lunch, just a snack. she gets free lunch at the school cafeteria ! only tasty less than half the time tho ....

- library card: she uses it a lot and has been doing so for a very long time . usually reads non-fiction about unexplained events (she likes ones involving forests the most), but is starting to enjoy horror & sci-fi a bit more lately

- Frankenstein (borrowed from the library): her current read, which she is really enjoying , though she's not sure if she is really getting the "message" of it . happens a lot with fiction books, which is why she doesn't read a lot of them

- flashlight: permanently borrowed from her dad (he insists he's gonna ask for it back eventually so she needs to take good care of it), she uses it for exploring. it gets dark pretty early and the library closes pretty late, so she just goes wherever she wants while her parents think she's at the library . they believe her because she does spend a lot of time there and she keeps feeling guiltier and guiltier ...

- opossum plushie: pretty much her best friend, she carries him everywhere . very soft fur , nice and squeezable too !!

OK ramble over for neow maybe . . .

MILA

#oc talk #oc tag #my art #long post #oc: paula

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normiematsu · 6 months

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26-30 lets go

GATT DAM OK!

26. how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

sober yuu would be pretty light footed i think. the type of person who accidentally scares people because it's like she just materialized behind them. shes a lil clumsy tho, not super spatially aware so its not uncommon to hear a thud and a groan from the other room cos shes walked into something lol.

blasted yuu... no sense of coordination whatsoever, falling all over herself and anyone/anything in her path. leaves a path of destruction wherever she goes. should be firmly seated the whole time for everyone elses safety 😭

27. if applicable, do they have a favorite sport? do they play any sports or prefer to watch?

not particularly interested in sports but if she had to pick one it would be baseball for both watching and playing! its a low stakes sport you can chill out to for the most part (<- opinion of guy who has never seen the lengths jyushimatsu goes to for baseball)

she won't say no to joining in on people's games regardless of the sport but i think if they know her at all they secretly wouldn't want her on their team bc she'd make them lose.

28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

showing she cares - makes a mental note of things her friends/partner enjoy and brings them up. "this reminds me of u!! ^_^" etc... and through physical touch, she likes hugs and patting ppl on the shoulder or back to reassure them/make her presence known! this is gap moe 2 me bc shes shy about it only if its pda... also she likes making cute bento to share.

when she dislikes someone - she tries So Hard to be polite to everybody but her face always betrays her lol. will be saying and doing nice things while unknowingly giving the Yuuchan Stare... sounds polite but anyone can tell shes struggling to stay composed. nightmare world. she doesnt really interact with people she dislikes if she can help it though, to her it makes more sense to save herself the headache of putting herself in an uncomfortable/tense situation

29. are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

i havent thought about this one much before but she gives off earthy energy to me? most of the time shes like a voice of reason but in a nice way. at the same time though i could also see her as air bc shes kinda head empty and does what she wants when she wants on impulse lol

30. do they smell like anything notable?

yuuchan strikes me as Perfume Enjoyer... nothing crazy heavy, but if u got close enough i think she would smell like something sweet. like strawberries or a mix of soft fruity scent ^_^ all her hair products are 110% strawberry scent.

#yuulore #THANKS 4 DA ASK DK!!!#ask game

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nyxthejinx · 1 year

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hey! i heard your requests were open and this is honestly something ive been wanting to request from someone for a long time but i was never sure if they did sibling dynamics,, until i saw your post haha

could i request some sibling headcanons with childe? preferably one close in age to him (maybe like one year younger)

dont be pressured to do this btw! feel free to delete my ask 💗 hope you have a good day <3

𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬

A/N: thank you for asking anon! I'm glad you found what you were looking for, hope you like it. I'm just sorry it took me so long, busy times :')

𝐓𝐖: Spoilers for Childe's past, super tiny bit of angst, one swear word ig, just you and Childe sibling-fighting.

𝐅𝐭.: Childe - GN!Reader (platonic)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 814

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Treehouse - Alex G, Emily Yacina

𝐈𝐟 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬. Side by side through thick and thin, you and Ajax bring both havoc and cute displays of familial love capable of warming up the biting cold of snezhnaya.

Alright

You're either two menaces or polar opposites, no in between.

But in the end you share both happy bonding moments and "come here and let me strangle you" situations, yanno, ordinary administration.

Plus your relationship had its ups and downs with Ajax falling into the abyss. But family stays family right?

More under the cut!

As kids you used to venture together in the woods, little sledge in one hand and wooden swords in the other.

In case you don’t share Ajax’s adventurer spirit well, I’m sorry for u he’s dragging you out anyways <3

He’d pretend to be one of the characters from your father’s stories and play the hero, but he won't let you be the mc most of the time. Smack his face with a snowball >:(

Snowball fight -> tickle fight -> one of you gets “seriously” hurt and starts crying.

Cue for the other to shush them in fear of your parents' wrath, even tho they're not around.

But despite these little quarrels you tend to be mutually kind in your everyday life.

Someone broke something? Whoever is innocent tries to take the blame. The other intervenes and in the end you both get away with it.

You’re too cute and wholesome, your parents can’t punish you.

It started as an act of bravery and affection, and now it’s a strategy you always use >:)

Those times when Ajax wakes up because of a nightmare you scoop over and let him hide in your bed.

You'd even come up with bedtime stories of your own, where he's the strongest ever and nothing can hurt him. And of course he does the same for you.

You’re lovely really, But then you'd fight over the silliest shit </3

There was a time when he kept giving you the silent treatment, and you wouldn’t understand why??

After at least ten years of cohabitation you learned the telltale signs of his anger, but why was he mad? You just spent the weekend with your dad while he was stuck in his bed with a cold- oh.

Most of the times you apologise and clarify, you don't like it when silly conflicts put distance in your relationship.

Some other times you get mad in return.

That same day you stomp on the ice during their fishing session and all the fishes they've been waiting for hours swim away.

Ends up in a fight, and another headache for your dad who has to break it up before one of you falls in the water.

Your relationship is just beautiful, but Things change after he disappears into the abyss.

You were having one of your usual adventures and Ajax just disappeared.

Three days later he's back, but it's not the faded scratches on his skin or the rusty sword that worry you. It's his dead eyes.

You try to bring up the subject, tell him that you're here in case he wants to talk about it. But he just shows an empty smile and says that he's fine.

And the more you observe him, the more you don't recognise him.

It will take a long time before things start to resemble the past, between him joining the fatui and you chasing after your own ambitions and dreams.

Once Ajax finally finds courage to tell you what happened in the abyss, you kinda get into this habit of talking at least once a week.

You huddle for warmth in a blanket fort, fire crackling in front of you. Depending on the mood you'd confide your problems or talk about silly stuff. Even share silence sometimes.

He'll also make hot chocolate if you want <3

Ajax's the cook between you two, and for once he's grateful for his mother's unorthodox teachings. He bakes the best snacks ever.

But fatui business forces him to leave at a certain point, so all you can do is exchange pictures, letters and trinkets via mail.

Though you love each other it's inevitable for you to grow distant.

BUT

When family reunites from time to time the younger ones want to play board games, or just play in general.

That's when everything goes back to your childhood days, as you two team up and help Teucer, Anthon and Tonia win the game.

Your older siblings can do nothing and honestly they don't even bother to try <3 you're still a menace to society, more dangerous than ever.

A monopoly round once ended up with real money debt.

Your actual meetings are sporadic, but Ajax assures you that he's never forgotten the pinky promise he made you.

You'll see Teyvat together one day, and even conquer it if you'd like ;)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #childe #childe x reader #genshin childe #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #genshin tartaglia #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #gn reader #genshin fluff #| Genshin Impact 🌓 |#| Nyx Writes 🌑 |

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positiveglitchexists · 2 years

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Please rant about more stuff! I absolutely love listening to what different people's headcanons and stuff are!! /gen /pos (only if you want to tho-)

I- D-Did you just ask me to rant about more stuff? About my hcs??? What jewel would you like on your wedding ring?/p /j now once again here's a mix of some tickle and non tickle stuff!!! Sorry this took awhile to respond too but I kept adding onto it so- Also warning- Like one swear-

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- C!Tommy gets frequent stomach aches. It isn't anything bad since nothing else happens during them just an upset tummy! But during these stomach aches Tommy likes to lay down with his friends, preferably outside! The grass feels nice to him. Ranboo and Tubbo do it the most often and Wilbur sometimes does it but Tommy gets a bit embarassed asking him too so Wilbur's learned the signs of when Tommy's not feeling well. "Why don't we lay down toms hm?"

- When cc!Tubbo gets headaches, More Often then not Tommy will use one of those weird massage things that go on your head on Tubbo, but it always ends up tickling him. "Wahahit TOHOHMMMY- NOHOHO-"

- Between me and you Tubbo is a squealer, he won't ever admit it but if you tickle him when he's not focused he squeals- Its actually adorable

- C!Tubbo makes sound effects while eating- He literally does "num num num". He never noticed it but he says it helps him eat faster (C!Tommy tried it once because he was very curious. He was very embarrassed when Ranboo walked in on him)

Favorite hc - Tubbo loves giving nibbles, it's not even cause it's a good technique he just likes the idea of being able to bite people and get away with it. When he first told Tommy that, Tommy looked at him with his mouth open before- "What the fuck?"

- I talked about the tickle fight between cc!Tubbo and c!Tubbo but what about Tommy and Ranboo? Well between cc!Ranboo and c!Ranboo they would probably stop halfway to go tickle cc!Tubbo but without that cc!Ranboo would win!... Nah I'm kidding c!Ranboo would, have you seen his tail???? Cc!Ranboo would crumble.

- Now between the Tommy's? I don't actually know.. I think it depends on whoever figures out faster they have the same tickle spots because one of the Tommy's will figure it out and go for the others sides then the other will crumble-

- you wanna know a technique that kills Tubbo? Of course you do- Surprisingly c!Tubbo is weak against baby talk, it literally kills him. c!Tommy was the one to find this out and he makes sure to do it whenever Tubbo's being annoying- "Awww Tubbo arwen't you twhe cutest!!" Or he uses the voice- you know like the one where he first found shroud?? But more menacing- Tubbo will have all the fight melt out of him when someone does that

- The Bench trio are all provoking little crapheads but all of that drains when around Wilbur- they know he won't hesitate to tickle them anywhere, anytime. He does it on vlogs, on lives, during serious lore- Actually scratch that. Everyone knows not to try and provoke Wilbur because if he finds out you are, he will tickle you to pieces.

- this man knows ALL the techniques. Raspberries, Nibbles, Tracing. You name it he knows it! He doesn't have a favorite technique but does have favorite teases. Tickle monster teases are his favorite- "You better keep running~ or else the big bad tickle monster might catch up to youuu~!!"

- Ranboo says L alot while tickling- "Not here? Why? Is it because of this spot? The spot that my skittering fingers are going near? Ohh.. Okay I guess I'll move over here- just kidding im going for your melt spot- L"

#positive rambles #lee!tubbo #ler!ranboo #hcs??#positive is very happy someone asked!! :D #Postive in real life is doing :D #ler!wilbur #ler!tommy

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