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bibiana112 · 2 years

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would LOVE to hear u talk abt ur ideas for the ib au! always loved that art but i dont know anythiiiing abt ib besides the very basics but id so incredibly love to listen what it, and in turn the au is abt!!! always open for all thoughts

Okay so Mary- the one with the yellow rose Akane is holding- is this like super lonely and isolated weird little girl that literally has a book called "how to make friends" and well spoilers that's because she's actually a painting of a girl that never existed that was the gallery artist's like idea of a perfect daughter kind of? Since the name of the gallery, the "World of ___" thing, is Kurashiki then you could really have the artist be A) Aoi which uhhh I guess and it could be that she did exist and died or B) Akane herself and have it be a thing where she painted the idealized version of her younger self that never was which I like a lot more because the artist is in fact dead and their spirit is what makes things in the game come to life and the fact he did that kind of intentionally by pouring his soul into his work and thus creates a labyrinth with death at every corner just feels very close to her envisioning and haunting them death games. Okay so, the game has the protagonist as this semi verbal too young to read properly kid named Ib that gets lost from her parents during a visit to this art exhibit so that's Quark, lost baby child that gets nightmares from the horrors™ and is in constant danger of shutting off and staying in their ideal imagining of reality instead of facing it and leaving to the real world again and ending up all alone despite that being the scariest possible fate in this game. And Junpei as Gary as in queer guy who's barely put together and a bit of a clumsy wuss that grows to support this kid that he's come across and also Mary for the duration of time where she isn't. well. Okay so there's the thing that this haunted gallery place meets with reality in a very specific way, you can enter or leave through the Figment of the World painting however.. only the same amount of people who have entered from reality can also return to it so the whole thing is that Mary wants to be real and have a friend and thus latches onto the kid her own age and decides to try and get rid of the adult that is said to remind her of the gallery's artist aka the guy who painted her aka absent father figure aka Akane in this version but then sooo... Mini Akane sees grown up Junpei and thinks of grown up Akane but would she. Would that be a negative? Would she be mad? Would she want to escape with Junpei or Quark? Which one would she try to kill? Which one would forget to take the knife away from her while she's passed out– that part is just salt I don't really know how to tackle this lol I can't imagine this Akane doing the pallet knife shtick either even if I don't have a good reason for her not to? I can very well imagine her doing the whole cute bunny sculptures being actually creepy dolls thing like instead of attacking she only does the thing of not intervening there so one of them is so scarred that they can't leave but it's mostly the gallery's will there and not her own which omg this whole line of thinking along with the Painting's Demise ending would just fit so well with a narrative of how indifferent and cruel future Akane is even to younger versions of herself... Also something I think you'd find particularly interesting is that you find Gary like an inch away from death and save him before he joins you so that could be like an inverse of their situation in canon because it'd be Quark saving him first and then depending on the ending it could either be Tenmyouji returning the favor just by being a supportive figure to lead them away from the gallery or by trading away his life for them and being sure to tell the kid he's only going to take a nap which doesn't hurt at all and you could also easily fix the weird undertones of the best possible ending by having Quark on his own in the gallery to begin with and them both making the actual decision to stick by each other once they get their memories somehow AND OMG MARY FUCKING BURNS ALIVE IN THE ENDINGS WHERE THE OTHER TWO ESCAPE TOGETHER?? SO LIKE MY GOD I don't Know if there's anything to explain there but there sure is a lot of implications.....

#we could like play this game if you want it is super short and free and it's so special...#I like to stop at 999 because I can just interpret it as Akane's love letter to her younger self and getting justice for her inner child #and not. whatever she keeps dragging herself into after #MAYBE THE HEADLESS MANNEQUINS COULD BE GOLLEMS...#I don't know how to spell that #but yeah! I will jump at any opportunity to introduce this game to anyone and it's literally like three to four hours only so let's let's #did I mention I love Mary so much it's unreal I am losing my shit so hard at this comparison #I also compare her to Namine a lot too but more for the lonely blonde surrounded by art thing instead of the. everything else #a tag for asks #hh goddamit #vlr spoilers #okay with that out of the way I. I didn't expect to write this much on it my god akdhksjs #dreamy don't look

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yuujism · 3 years

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itadori, fushiguro, gojo & nanami — cuddling headcanons

REQUEST: Not to be so- sof- s*ft or anything but can you do hcs of cuddling our bois to sleep because you had a nightmare? Had a nightmare about a clown coming for my ass last night and that was NOT what I call festive >:(

| PAIRINGS: itadori yuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru and bonus! nanami kento x gn!reader (separately)

| WARNINGS: fluffy, having nightmares, cuddles omg, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: idk lol

A/N: hello! (´∀｀) omg anon this request was a while ago so uhm sorry dkjshs but i’m delivering to you!! also i liked this idea a lot bc i’m feeling fluffy 👉👈 so i might do another part of these hcs with yuta, nobara, geto, miwa and whoever you would like!! so anyway!! hope it’s what you expected and enjoy!! 💕

Itadori Yuji

Now when i tell you i see yuji as a heavy sleeper

He may not notice the way you woke up with heavy breathing after a nightmare right away

Or the way you’re moving around

Or the fact you’re softly calling his name for him to wake up

But... well, there’s really no but’s

Yuji won’t wake up until you’re shaking him roughly by his arm

His blurry sight would only let him see yoir silhouette through the dark

But after a few seconds when his brain was a little more functional, Yuji finally heard your breathing

Yuji would immediately go into must protect mod

“Baby...”

His throaty voice would be full of concern yet it would be so sweet as he opens his arms

He is so warm when you finally accommodate yourself in his arms

The skin to skin contact is so relaxing you could almost melt in his embrace

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Want anything?”

You can see he’s still sleepy yet he would jump off the bed if you asked him too

But this time you just wanted him to hold you

Yuji would definitely run his fingers on your hair, massaging your scalp as you breathed in his scent

You can also expect him to start rubbing your back softly and intertwining your legs

In some occasions he would start telling you something funny that happened during his day

Feeling his chest vibrate under your cheeks as he laughed at a particular moment

Yuji definitely kisses your head and your cheeks when your position lets him

He’s just really sweet and understandable, drawing circles over your arm from time to time

Would sometimes hum a random song while your breathing calmed down

Yuji knew he wasn’t perfect at comforting but he tried to be for you

And even if he’s way too tired, Yuji would always wait for you to fall asleep first before he closes his eyes

Fushiguro Megumi

Megumi would be studying while you were taking a nap

I mean, it was like 6pm and you decided to sleep?

Megumi sighed in disbelief at your logic

But then he heard you letting out small noises as you laid in his bed

And at first he tried to stay concentrated and pay it no mind

He really thought it was just your usual sleepy babbling

But when Megumi started hearing your heavy panting

And then your soft cries

Megumi jumped from his chair as fast as he could, running to the bed where you were squirming around

“Y/N?” he whispers, shaking your frame softly

And when you wake up abruptly, eyes filling with tears while looking up at Megumi and flying to his arms

He can’t help but think how cute you are

Megumi feels kinda bad for that ngl

But he’s quick in wrapping his arms around you and lay down next to you

“Bad dream, huh?” He would genuinely ask as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, nodding

Megumi would chuckle and shake his head amusingly

He just really thinks you’re adorable in this state

Would totally read a book or just get lost in his own mind as you breathe calmly next to him

Megumi knows you’re pretty vulnerable when you have a bad dream, so he’s really careful with his actions

He tries to be more gentle with you

Really bad at cuddling and being the big spoon when needed like these times

However Megumi really excels on making you feel protected

Would just hold you tightly and whisper a few “Better?” until you tell him you are okay

You always say you aren’t even if you are just to feel him a little more

Megumi would kiss your nose when you fall asleep again before going back to his own work

Gojo Satoru

This man can be as thick in the head as a brick wall

And also quite an annoying pain in the ass

But he’s cute

And he’s also super caring for you and would never belittle your worries

So when you’re laying next to him one night and start moving around more than usual

Even if it’s just a small movement

Satoru can feel it

Maybe it’s the way he got used to sensing everything around him

But he can clearly feel the way your chest is rising up and down quickly

So naturally, Satoru sits down on the bed looking at you for any kind of reaction

And when you open your eyes with a big gasp only to see a pair of piercing blue eyes looking at you

You swear you got even more scared for a small moment there

But Satoru was quickier and rubbed your cheek with his hand, smiling softly

“You okay there, babe?” it’s kinda lighthearted the way he says it, trying not to sound too serious

And you just shake your head, a small hint of a pout on your face

This is where cuddly!Satoru comes to life

Even if he says otherwise, he actually loves being the big spoon

Satoru loves the feeling of your body pressed against him

So if holding you meant making you feel better then it was a win-win situation for both of you

Looooves drawing small circles on your tummy and thighs and kiss the back of your neck

Satoru is just really touchy and sweet when it comes to cuddling so expect a lot of kisses

He would most likely throw his long leg over you when he’s half asleep

After that nightmare, whenever he feels you move around, he tries to hold you tight in his sleep

Satoru does this so you don’t feel like you’re alone only because he’s asleep

Overall really sweet and cute, pretty clueless with his soft kicks when you both are already sleeping soundly

Bonus!Nanami Kento

So Nanami really takes care of his sleeping time

He’s usually really tired so he would rather not have anything disturb him

But for you, he makes an exception in almost every single aspect of his life

So when Nanami feels the way you’re poking his arm, almost shyly

He wakes up to look at your nervous face, just one eye open as he yawns a little

Nanami is a man of a few words and a good observant

So you don’t have to say anything because he’s already wrapping an arm around you

Pulling you close to his chest as he places a kiss on the top of your head

“It’s okay, I’m here with you” he would whisper tiredly, releasing a sigh when he feels the way you nod

Nanami doesn’t have to say much to you and you’re glad for that

He has a way to make you feel safe with the smallest of touches

So you sleep soundly with his hands caressing your arm and listening to his breathing

Nanami secretly loves the way your lips brush against his chest

He decides it’s time for him to sleep again once you’re asleep

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen writing #itadori yuji x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader

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strawberrymilkgeorge · 3 years

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Part Eight. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."

warnings: swearing word count: 2k (not including pictures)

behind the screen (irl dream xf!reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

A/N: ahehahehoho ik sapnap didn't fly to dreams house before they moved in together but this is a fanfic and therefore what i say goes and i say he did :) hope you enjoy!!!!!!

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"SAPNAP!" Y/n yelled into her phone, smiling against the cool device.

"Bugsy!" he said with a laugh.

"You're with Dream?"

"Yeah, you wanna say hi?"

"No, give the phone to Patches!!"

"She literally hates me. She runs away when I see her."

Y/n laughed and heard a voice of protest in the background.

"Dream claims it's because she's shy but she literally hissed at me in my nightmares so I think we have bad blood."

Y/n giggled and balanced the phone between her shoulder and cheek. "You're still on for Among Us tonight, right?"

"Yeah, why? What's up?"

"I was just checking since you're visiting Dream apparently. I don't want to take away from your bro time or whatever."

"Oh, nah, it's good. I'm only here so we can look at places to live together and stuff. He told you I'm moving in with him soon, right?"

"Yeah! That's awesome!"

"Yeah. But, yeah, I love playing games with you! Besides, he has his stupid George plug-in to finish still so I'll be bored. So yes, of course I'm still playing, Bugsy!!!!"

"I've never made a lobby before so I'm just nervous," she said, the feeling evident in her voice.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure none of them pull that stupid prank we pull with Quackity all the time when we tell him we're leaving and pretend like he's muted. It always drags on for like half an hour."

"Okay, good. I'm literally so scared already I don't need hooligans messing with me."

"Don't worry, I got you, Bugsy."

"Thanks. Hey, can you tell Dream he sucks?"

Sapnap groaned. "I don't wanna be your messenger for your love letters to each other."

"Sapnap!" she exclaimed. "No, just... tell him he sucks."

She listened as Sapnap's voice became muffled and she heard him relay the message. A loud, "BUGSY!!" was heard in Dreams voice and she giggled.

"He's dramatically appalled. He said—you know what, no. You guys can talk to each other on your own phones. I'm not being a delivery boy."

"Boo, no fun. I'll let you go so you can hang out with Dream but I can't wait for the game!"

"Me too! See ya Bugsy, love you."

"Love you, Sap!!"

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Y/n drummed her fingers lightly against her desk as she waited for people to join her stream. She was muted, her viewers only left with the sounds of the music she played and the image of her commissioned "starting soon!!" screen. She double-checked the Discord call she was deafened and muted in to make sure her friends were actually there before unmuting her stream and welcoming everyone.

"Chat!!" she announced happily. "Hi! Hello! Welcome one and all to my stream!" She glanced at the chat which was filled with welcomes and announcements of everyone's excitement. She thanked everyone that had donated and gifted subs before checking her surroundings, even though it wouldn't be shown on stream.

She was bundled in a hoodie, her comforter from her bed wrapped around her and trapping her in a cocoon. The lights were off except a candle on her desk and her fairy lights around her room. It was all very serene. She was ready.

A dono came through and she laughed at the question. "Why isn't Dream joining? Um, because he said no. He doesn't have time for me," she joked, recalling them teasing each other about making time for one another. "This just in: Dreamwastaken hates BugsyGames."

Moments later, a $20 dono came through from Dream saying, "not true".

"Dream!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "You can donate and stalk my stream but not play with us? Very rude. Get off my stream and go finish coding, nerd." Despite her words, she couldn't stop smiling.

"Alright, folks! Listen up, today is gonna be so fun. We got Karl, we got Quackity, we got Tubbo, Ranboo, Sapnap, George, Schlatt, Corpse, Sykkuno," she took a dramatic breath and paused, making sure she wasn't forgetting to mention anyone. "Okay? It's gonna be so fun and I'm very excited!" She glanced at chat and smiled at all the positivity.

user4: SYKKUNO AND BUGSY YES

user5: corpse!!!!!! T_T

user2: omg watch out dream, we got another faceless man he might come for ur girl

user7: omg is this the first time bugsy is playing with tubbo and ranboo???

"Yes, I'm very excited to have Corpse and Sykkuno play today! I haven't played anything with them or Schlatt yet but I have played Minecraft with Tubbo and Ranboo not too long ago. So it should be fun!! Okay, let's join the vc!!"

She typed in the text channel that she was joining before unmuting and undeafening herself. Her headphones were immediately filled with voices speaking over each other, one louder than the rest.

"—aren't, but come on, there has to be something! We aren't blind!" It was Quackity. "Well, George is colorblind but—"

"Hey!" George protested of Quackity's fit of laughter.

"I think they'd be cute," Tubbo said.

"Me too!" Sykkuno's sweet voice rang.

"Quackity!" Karl shouted, exasperated. "I promise you they aren't actually dating! Like actually!!! She's my best friend and she would tell me if something was going on!!" His voice was desperate, almost as if he felt like Quackity was doubting his friendship with whoever he was talking about. Wait, Y/n was Karl's best friend. Were they talking about...

"Yeah, that and I'm literally in his house right now," Sapnap said. "That's two people who are close with the sources who haven't heard anything. I've literally asked Dream straight up to his face and he said no. And he's a terrible liar so I would be able to tell if he and Bugsy—"

"Hi everyone!!" Y/n said quickly, snapping out of wanting to listen to the gossip when she remembered she was streaming. She was worried about how detailed everyone would go into their theories and opinions of what sounded like her and Dream dating.

Where did they get that idea? she thought.

She didn't dare look at her chat in case they picked up on what the boys were talking about, which was very likely.

Quackity and Corpse started laughing loudly at Y/n's entrance while Tubbo stammered out an awkward, "Hel-hello Bugsy!" as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Oh, Tubbo, my sweet son, you could never do anything wrong.

"What are... you guys, haha, uh... talking about?" she asked slowly, hoping they would lie if they were talking about what she thought they were.

"The weather," Sapnap lied.

"Uh, uh, uh," Corpse stammered with a small laugh at the end.

"Tax evasion!" Ranboo shouted.

"Don't let these pricks lie to you, Bugsy," Schlatt said casually, his mouth clearly full of food. Probably a corndog or quesadilla or something. She tensed at his honestly, praying he wasn't going to blurt what they actually— "They're talking about you and Dream."

"M-me and Dream?"

"Are you dating? Yes or no?" he asked bluntly.

"Wha—n-no! No, we aren't."

"TOLD YOU!" Karl and Sapnap both yelled.

"Can we just.. play?" she asked with a laugh. She usually liked chatting with everyone before they played things on other people's streams but she was certain the topic was going to stay on her and Dream and she didn't want that. Bugsy and Dream... that has a nice ring to it, she thought before shaking her head to rid it from her mind. Weird.

"I do have one question, Bugsy," Schlatt said. "Bugsy... what is that? All I can think of is Bugsy Siegel."

"Because you're the most New York New Yorker on the planet," she groaned with a small laugh. "Bugsy just sounded cute, don't compare me to a mobster."

"Then don't name yourself after one."

"Please can we play?" Y/n groaned. "I just wanna play."

"Me too!" Tubbo agreed.

"This is why you're my favorite, Tubbo."

"Yeah, let's get this shit over with," Schlatt sighed among all the agreeing to start. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."

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"TUBBO!" Y/n yelled as the defeat screen appeared. The boy laughed as he sputtered out a defense. "You and Ranboo?? My own sons?! How did you guys get away with that? I literally said from the beginning that it was Ranboo and NO ONE listened to me!!"

"Sorry, mother," Ranboo apologized before laughing.

"I don't trust women," Schaltt said.

"Schlatt, why would I target Ranboo or Tubbo if I didn't have solid evidence it was them? I'd blame someone like Sapnap if I was imposter, not my own sons."

Tubbo laughed loudly and George giggled.

"You can't be trusted, Bugsy!" Quackity yelled. "You lie every other goddamn round!"

"BECAUSE I KEEP GETTING IMPOSTER!" she defended as she raised out of her chair slightly. She had never been so angry than when playing Among Us. It was a dangerous game for her. Her covers were thrown off of her body, abandoned at her feet, and her hoodie sleeves were pushed up. Good thing she didn't use a facecam because she looked like she could murder someone right then. "I have no choice but to lie!!!"

A new game started and she relaxed at the sight of her being crewmate again. She had already been imposter three or four times and they had only played six rounds.

She headed straight for the reactor to do her first task, closing out to see Sapnap silently standing behind her.

"Ah!" she yelled, jumping slightly. "You scared me, dude. Why... why are you being so cryptic?" No answer. "Ssssssssap.....nap?" she asked softly, confused by his uncharacteristic silence.

George walked in and stopped. "Why are you guys just staring at each other?"

"I was doing my task and turned around and Sapnap was here and he hasn't said anything. Sap?"

Shuffling was heard from his mic before he started moving again. "Hey guys!" he chirped as if he hadn't been super creepy moments before. "I was AFK, Dream brought me Chick-fil-a."

"Oh," Y/n breathed. "You looked super sus for a minute there, bud."

"Nah, I just got food," he said, voice muffled by said food to confirm. "Dream! Come say hi to your girlfriend!"

Wasn't Sapnap one of the ones that literally just argued with the group that Bugsy and Dream weren't dating?

Without further explanation, Y/n could hear footsteps coming from Sapnap's mic before Dream's voice came through. "Hi, Bug. Hi, George."

Y/n laughed, glad he greeted George too. Maybe that's who Sapnap meant in the first place? Why did she assume they were talking about her? Ugh, everything was confusing when she had butterflies in her tummy at the mention of Dream's name.

"I'm his favorite girlfriend," George teased, circling around Y/n's character.

"Also his only girlfriend," she said.

"Oh also," Dream's voice appeared again. "Sapnap's imposter."

Y/n and George ran away screaming, heading straight for the emergency button.

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Later that night, stream over and Y/n tucked into bed, she scrolled through Twitter and laughed at a Tweet Dream had posted. It was like it was made for her. She ran through her camera roll and found her favorite memes that applied to the request.

She smiled widely and giggled at the butterflies in her stomach when moments later, she received a text from the boy himself. Looks like he wanted her number for more than just to make a cabin vacation group chat (which had yet to be made, she noted).

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dadgonedeku · 3 years

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Okay but imagine being Shorter Wong’s s/o...

🕶~ The support never ends, he is ALWAYS by your side supporting you, in whatever you do, as long as it’s not dangerous.

🕶~ Mans is still a gang boss, and in all honesty, it took him a while to even have the guts to ask you out. Part of him is constantly terrified of the danger you’re in because of him.

🕶~ There have been a few occasions where he’s had to beat some ass in order to get you out of a bad situation, but he doesn’t kill anyone unless he has to. If he’s gonna shoot someone, unless they are legitimately trying to hurt/kill you or him, he’ll shoot in a place that won’t kill them.

🕶~ Surprisingly a good shot, I can imagine him and Ash doing target practice together for fun hehe.

🕶~ That being said, don’t worry, you’re never unsafe with him. He makes sure you know that he’ll do anything and everything in his power to protect you, and he takes every precaution he can to avoid putting you in danger.

🕶~ Dates are few and far between for obvious reasons, but even still, you like to go to cafe’s, ice cream shops, etc together. He enjoys seeing you happy, it really lifts him up and always improves a bad mood.

🕶~ Good lord please...please help him and his fashion sense. He has no style...none. Help him, he’ll only listen to you when it comes to stuff like this. Take advantage of the chance you have to DRESS HIM BETTER-

🕶~ Believe it or not, but mans can cook some GOOD food. Ash teases him for it, but it’s a useful life skill to have. Shorter’s sister runs a restaurant, so of course he can cook some meannnnn food.

🕶~ He’s a buff dude too, I mean check the muscles whew, compliment him please, it makes him all shy and boosts his ego at the same time. It’s really cute.

🕶~ This man is instantly soft if he’s significantly taller than you. He’s 6’2...yEAH-

🕶~ If he is way taller than you, he’ll do the typical trolling shit tall people do. He’ll rest his arm on your head or purposely put stuff on top shelves just to mess with you, etc. If you don’t like it then he’ll apologize and never do it again, but it makes for good banter.

🕶~ He loves picking you up, carrying you around, showering you with love and peppering your face with kisses. You are NEVER touched starved on his watch.

🕶~ After difficult or busy days, all he’ll want is to hold you or be held by you. He loves it when you sleep on his chest or hold his hand while sleeping. Having hands on you at all times during the night reassures him that you’re safe and everything’s okay. 🥺

🕶~ He’s been through a lot of shit, so sometimes if you’re sleeping/napping with him he’ll wake up from a nightmare or he just won’t sleep at all. Just stay and comfort him best you can. Tell him that he’s not a horrible person, tell him he’s loved. Tell him that you won’t let anyone hurt him. He needs to hear all of those things.

🕶~ Lives for whenever you wear his clothes, he just...he melts. You’re so fucking beautiful, he can’t help but be in awe of you everytime he lays eyes on you. You’re so perfect, he’s so lucky.

🕶~ It takes a hot minute but soon after you start dating he lets you meet the rest of his gang, and even Ash’s. You end up making friends with a lot of them and Shorter lets them know that your safety is always top priority.

🕶~ You are NEVER going out alone without either him, Ash, or someone else he trusts. You’re too important to him and he just can’t risk it. He can’t. He wouldn’t know what he’d do if something happened to you. He’d never forgive himself. He hates that it limits you, but at the same time, he can’t be in 10 places at once. But if you wanna go on a date or spend time with him, he’ll drop everything and go with you.

🕶~ You always have a jacket, shirt, hoodie, whatever of his with you. He likes to give them to you, you’re stunning in them and he loves the smell of your pheromones. They calm him down a LOT.

🕶~ He’s the type to nuzzle your nose, kiss your nose, boop your nose, etc. UGH he’s so cute PLEASE-

🕶~ If there’s ever a scare or he’s in a rush to find you and make sure you’re safe, the second he sees you he just rushes up and pulls you into a hug. He buries his head in your shoulder and lets out ragged breaths. It takes a minute for him to calm down.

🕶~ Just let him hold you, and sometimes he’ll even pull you in his lap and cuddle you. Sometimes he cries, but he’s not ashamed or embarrassed by it. Comfort him, some days are worse than others. You’re his sense of peace, love, and safety. No pressure of course, but just know that the life of a gang boss isn’t sunshine and rainbows.

🕶~ It takes a lot of convincing for him to agree to teach you how to shoot, fight, use a blade, etc. He never wants to put you in a situation where you’d have to defend yourself, that’s what he’s for. But even still, he knows he can’t be around all the time. So he teaches you basic moves that make quick work of taking someone down.

🕶~ He’ll let you shoot his gun a few times, and he does the thing where he’s standing behind you holding your arms and fixing your posture. Ugh what a king I love him-

🕶~ He’s good with a blade too, so eventually he’ll buy you a custom knife and teach you how to use it.

🕶~ Whenever he’s out and about and you’re stuck at home or at his base, there’s always someone with you. Whether to protect you, keep you company, or both, he ALWAYS has someone stay behind and look after you. You never know, crazy shit can go down at any moment.

🕶~ Has an arm around your shoulders or waist when out on the town with you. He walks on the outside of the sidewalk while you walk in the inside, just as an extra precaution. He’s also the type to rest his hand in your back pocket.

🕶~ He’ll hold your hand too, goodness, anything for him to just be touching you and keeping you at his side at all times. He’s good at keeping it on a down low, but there’s always gonna be that lingering sense of fear or danger that lurks in the back of his mind.

🕶~ Back on the bright side, he’s HILARIOUS-

🕶~ All of his jokes are funny, laugh dammit. LAUGH! IT’S FUNNY LAUGH-

🕶~ No but if you’re in a bad mood he always has a way of cheering you up. He knows just what to do or say, everytime. You don’t really know how he does it, because he can most definitely be a dumbass sometimes, but he loves you and he’s good at reading your moods and adapting accordingly.

🕶~ Yeah...he’s made you help him dye his Mohawk before...it took forever, and your hands and forearms were bright purple by the end of it. He helps you wash it off though.

🕶~ SPEAKING OF-

🕶~ He’s a pampering king, don’t even try to argue. Whether you’re having a bad day or not, this man spoils and pampers the FUCK out of you. I mean...he kinda feels like he has to because omg it must suck to date a gang boss, but at the same time he cherishes you with everything he has so of course he’ll spoil you.

🕶~ Yes, you can wear his sunglasses. Only on rare occasions though, he takes pride in those glasses of his. Take care of them.

🕶~ He teases the fuck out of you. [no not nasty] It’s funny to him whenever he can get on your nerves and crack a few jokes here and there. He loves you though, so he makes sure to never go to far.

🕶~ King of CONSENT. If you ever feel unsafe or uncomfortable anywhere doing anything, tell him please. He’ll get you outta there faster than you can blink. He does not play with your comfort and safety, so don’t hesitate to tell him whenever you’re feeling some type of way about someone or something.

🕶~ Yeah, he’s given his gang instructions while hugging/cuddling you before. Who cares? None of them are gonna say anything anyways.

🕶~ New gang members have to pass by you first, always. If there’s anyone looking to join his gang and you feel uncomfortable, unsafe, or just any type of negative way about them, he’ll turn them away. No one is about to make his s/o uncomfortable in a place where they should feel safe at all times.

🕶~ Overall he can be a dumbass, but he’s all around hilarious and just a good guy in general. He knows how to treat you, and he knows what you deserve. He’s loving, caring, and doting on you. Yeah, he’s overprotective, but there’s plenty of reason for him to be. Shorter Wong is one bomb ass boyfriend. Let it sink in.

That’s all for now hehe, might write a pt.2 later!

#banana fish #shorter x reader #shorter wong #banana fish shorter #shorter x you #shorter wong x reader

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all-my-love-for-harry · 4 years

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And now we’re four.

summary: a family of three becomes a family of four.

word count: 2.9k

Based on these requests:

“i love my little shy boy, it's so cute!! what do you think about artemis getting a little sibling? like maybe one of his friends is getting one and he asks y/n and harry if he can have one too? or maybe y/n and harry are actually trying for a baby? the thought of artemis with a little baby sibling is killing me omg”

and

“I absolutely love your shy!boy series! Harry, Artemis, and Y/N are just so damn adorable together. I was wondering how all three would handle if (Y/N) was pregnant?”

and

“Hii ! I’m in love with your shy little boy series !!!! I was wondering if maybe you could write something about Y/N being pregnant, and Harry being over the top obsessed with her pregnancy/ the little bub and how Artemis would react?🥺👉🏼👈🏼”

and

“Hello! I’m absolutely obsessed with the My Shy Little Boy series! Can we get a blurb about Artemis calling Harry, on Y/N’s phone, in the middle of the night because he’s scared?”

and

“Can you do one where Artemis is curious as to why one of his classmate's mum has a bump on her tummy and when he finds out why he keeps asking for a little sis/bro🥺”

a/n: i’ve got many request to expand this little family so i thought i’d give it a go! Sorry for taking so long!

you can find more of my shy little boy here

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February, 2020.

Ever since signing those papers, no one could wipe off the smile in Harry’s face. The endless amount of love he had for his family only seemed to multiply. Despite how sad he felt after he couldn’t give the concert the night before his birthday, he still spent the best day with the love of his life and his son.

Unfortunately, that was the calm before the storm. The following weeks Harry would be very busy doing promo for the album. He had some interviews and shows between Los Angeles, Washington and the last stop would be New York.

Y/N and Artemis had to go back to London when their long weekend was over, to return to their normal routines. Although at first the little boy tried to throw a fuss, Harry was quick to promise it would only be for a short time and he’d call every single night before he went to bed so Artemis could talk to him about his day.

It was always the same with them, Artemis had this strong attachment to Harry, one that he devolved as soon as he started trusting him more. Not that Harry would ever complain, the feeling was mutual honestly. The two of them were inseparable, Artemis wanted to do whatever Harry was doing all the time and the latest loved every single second of it.

One year into their relationship, Harry started buying matching outfits for him and Artemis, claiming he wanted them to match at all times. It was the cutest thing for those who get the chance to watch it.

“Promise you’ll call every night?” Artemis asked Harry, who was crunched down at his eye level. He had big, crocodile tears rolling down. Harry’s heart broke as he pulled his little boy for another hug, squeezing him tight to his chest.

“I promise, monkey” After one last squeeze, he let go of Artemis and went back on his feet. “Please call me as soon as you land” He now told Y/N before embracing her.

“I will. I love you so much” She said before closing the short distance between her lips and his. Harry hummed into the kiss, memorizing this exact moments so the following weeks won’t be so hard to live. “Have a safe flight”

“You too, baby” He pecked her lips one more time before looking down at his son. “You gonna take care of mummy for me, champ?”

Artemis nodded while whipping his tears and taking a deep breath. A voice called their flight and that was their call to leave. Harry would be flying to Los Angeles later that day so he needed to get going too.

He looked at his family one last time and sighed, already missing them. It will definitely be hard, but he was confident they’ll pull through.

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Harry woke up in the middle of the night because his phone wouldn’t stop ringing. He groaned before sticking one arm out of under his pillow and started to look for it. When he found it, he groaned even louder when he saw what time it was.

Without even looking at the ID, he answered the phone. His voice was deeper than usual and he was still half asleep but he managed to mumble ‘what’ to the other line.

“Daddy?” a shaky voice in the other end of the line answered him, making Harry jump out of the bed, immediately alarmed by the tone of his son’s voice.

“Hey, bud. What are you doing awake? Where’s mummy?”

“Daddy, I’m scared”

“Everything’s okay, baby. Tell me where you are”

“In yours and mummy’s bedroom” he mumbled.

“And where is mummy?”

“In the bathroom” he paused to take a deep breath. “I asked the voice in mummy’s phone to call you” Harry and Y/N had been teaching Artemis how to call them during an emergency using Siri.

“It’s okay, sweets. Can you tell me why are you afraid?” Harry was really hoping Artemis just had a nightmare or something, because he already felt powerless being miles away from them.

“I couldn’t sleep so I wanted to ask mum if I could sleep with her but when I entered the room she wasn’t there” He paused to breathe. “She’s throwing up in the bathroom, daddy. What do I do?”

In Artemis’ little six year old mind, he was responsible for his mum because Harry told him to take care of her. Before Harry could respond he heard how a door was opened and Y/N’s voice at the other end of the line.

Harry waited until Y/N had her phone back to talk again. “Hey, I’m sorry he woke you up” She said.

“He told me you were throwing up, are you okay?” Now he was worried for her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I caught a stomach bug” She sighed. Y/N was now laying on her side of the bed while Artemis was cuddled to her side. “But I’m okay now”

“You sure?” Harry passed a hand through his face, rubbing the sleep off.

“Positive” She hummed. “When are you back?”

“Just two more weeks, baby. Please tell me if you’re still feeling bad tomorrow”

“I will. I bet it’ll be gone by tomorrow” She covered a yawn with the back of her hand.

“Would you put me on speaker? Wanna say goodnight to the lad” She did what Harry said and moved the phone closer to Artemis so he could hear clearly.

“Daddy?”

“Hey, monkey. Will you get some rest now?” Artemis hummed a yes. “I’m counting down the days to see you, kiddo”

“Me too, daddy”

“Good night, baby. I love you”

“I love you more” He yawned, cuddling even closer to Y/N. He was much more relaxed now that his mummy was okay.

“And I love you, Y/N”

“I love you, H. Sorry for waking you up again”

“No, please. Wake me up anytime, lover”

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March, 2020.

Y/N’s stomach bug hasn’t gotten any better. She kept throwing up every day, so Harry decided to change his flight and come home earlier than planned. He was supposed to go to Los Angeles for another week, but it was mostly to visit some people while he was still in the States so he figured he could do that other time.

He was waiting for his flight to be called, bouncing his leg anxiously. He couldn’t wait to go back home and do absolutely nothing but spend time with his family until it was time to go on tour.

His phone started ringing so he grabbed it from the pocket of his jacked and smiled when he saw his mum was calling him.

“Hi, mum” He said cheerily.

“Hi, darling. How are you?”

“I’m good, waiting in the airport for my plane”

“I thought you would stay there until next week?”

“Y/N isn’t feeling great so I’m flying early” He shrugged. Taking the decision to change his flights wasn’t a hard one, his girlfriend was sick and it was his job to take care of both her and his son.

Anne smiled even though Harry wouldn’t be able to see her. “That’s nice. I’ll give her a call to see if she needs something”

“Thanks mum. I’m sure she’d appreciate that”

They kept talking for a little more, catching up. He was looking forward spending more time with his mum once he was back. “Harry” Anne called him.

“Yeah?”

“When are you gonna pop the question, son?”

“What question?” He asked, accent thicker.

“You know which one” He could feel his mum rolling her eyes. “When are you gonna ask Y/N to marry you?!”

“I won’t discuss this over the phone, mother” he chuckled. “Besides, I just made you a grandma recently, woman. Give me a break” Harry joked, making her laugh.

“I’m sorry! All I’m saying is you already have a son together, why not tight the knot?” she paused, dramatically sighing. “I’m getting old and I’d appreciate to watch my children get married”

He rolled his eyes. “One, you’re not old so stop that. And two, you have other child” A voice called Harry’s flight. “I gotta go, mum. I’ll call you when I land”

“Please do. I love you, honey”

“I love you more”

A long trip was waiting for him so he got comfortable on his seat after sending a quick text to Y/N. He’d be landing before lunch, meaning he would be able to pick Artemis up from school. He closed his eyes, hoping to take a quick nap during the flight.

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Harry landed one hour before Artemis was supposed to get out from school, so the car he called drove him directly home. He thanked the driver and got his stuff out of the car, when he crossed the gates of the house, he saw Y/N’s car parked.

Y/N had told him she called in sick again because the headache she had in the morning was too strong that one of her mothers had to take Artemis to school. He was starting to get worried, thinking it could be something else and not just a stomach bug.

Opening the door, he called for his girlfriend but got no answer so he walked right upstairs to the master bedroom where she found her curled up in the middle of the bed.

“Hi, baby” He cooed, soothing her out of her sleep by caressing her cheek. Her eyes flutter open and a smile appear on her face when she saw him knelt down beside her, inches away from her face. “How are you feeling?”

“A little better. Gemma was here earlier actually, she brought me soup”

“That’s nice” He smiled softly. “I’ll go pick Artemis up, okay? Then we’ll go to the doctor”

“The doctor? Why?” she said, supporting her weight on one of her elbows.

“To check up on you. Perhaps isn’t a stomach bug” he shrugged, sitting on the empty space of the bed.

She wanted to protest, but she knew Harry would insist until she said yes so she nodded, flashing a little smile at him. “Okay, we’ll go”

He leaned to kiss her forehead, pleased with her answer. He looked at the clock in the wall and sighed. He should leave now to make it on time to Artemis’ school. “I’ll go for the monkey, okay?”

Y/N cuddled back in bed, sighing happily because Harry was finally back home. Her boyfriend smiled at seeing her getting cozy as he stood up from the bed. Harry went back downstairs and out to his car to drive to Artemis’ school.

Walking inside of the building, Harry greeted a couple of parents he knew. When he reached Artemis’ classroom, his smile grew bigger at the sight of his boy chatting with a little girl who was sitting next to him.

Artemis looked up and his eyes lighted up when he saw Harry. “Daddy” He stood from the little chair and ran towards him. “Daddy, you’re here!”

“Hey, monkey” Harry caught him in his arms. “I missed you. Are you ready to go?” His son nodded excitedly. “Go pick your backpack up” When he went back on his feet he recognized someone entering the classroom. “Cece?”

“Harry? Hi?” The blonde, pregnant woman smiled at him. “How are you?”

“I’m great, how are you? When’s the baby arriving?”

“Two months or so, we’re very excited”

“Well, congratulations. Hope it goes well”

“Thank you. Worst has already happened anyway, morning sickness was a bitch” She laughed. Harry chuckled too, something clicked on his brain, a small possibility crossing through his mind.

Could Y/N be…?

“Daddy, let’s go!” Artemis came running back.

“I’ll expect you and Y/N for the baby shower” Cece said.

“Of course. Take care, okay?” Harry smiled one last time before taking his son’s hand to walk out of the classroom.

“Daddy, what happened to Ximena’s mum?”

“What do you mean, mate? She’s pregnant”

“Pregnant?”

“She’s gonna have a baby. Ximena will be a big sister”

“How does it work?” he asked confused. “She looks… different”

They reached Harry’s car and Artemis let his dad pick him up to put him in the car seat. “Well, is because there’s a baby growing inside of her tummy”

Artemis let out a little ‘ohh’, processing the information his daddy had just told him. “So Ximena will get a sister or a brother?”

“I didn’t ask Cece, baby” Harry went in the driver’s seat and started the car, driving away. “But either of them will be perfect”

“Can I get one?” He suddenly asked, kicking his legs back and forth.

“One what?” He already knew the answer but he wanted Artemis to say it anyway.

“A brother or a sister. I’d like one, please”

Harry breathed a laugh at his boy’s politeness. “Is not that easy mate. Takes a while”

Artemis didn’t say anything for the rest of the ride, singing along to the songs on the radio. Harry kept thinking about the possibility of Y/N being pregnant herself. It would make sense to him, all the mornings she’s been waking up to throw up, how she said to him over the phone that her nose was very sensitive lately, how her boobs kind of hurt all the time and lastly, one that Harry didn’t want to mention, how she’s been gaining a little weight.

They passed through a drugstore and Harry made an impulsive decision to stop there. “Are we home?”

“Not yet. I need to grab something real quick, let’s go”

They went inside and Harry grabbed a couple of pregnancy tests of one of the shelves. “What are those for?” Artemis asked.

“Nothing, baby. Let’s go” After he paid, they walked back to the car to continue their drive home.

The arrived and Harry sent him to clean up so he could go with Y/N. When he entered the room Y/N was exiting the bathroom. “You threw up again?” He asked, setting the plastic bag on the bed.

“No, I just wanted to pee” She smiled. “Where’s my baby?”

“Washing up” He smiled back. “So, I saw Cece today”

“Really? How is she?”

“She looks great. She also said she wants us on her baby shower, by the way” She hummed. “She mentioned how at the beginning of her pregnancy she had terrible morning sickness”

“Where is this going?” She asked confused. She sat on the bed and saw the bag. “Harry…”

“Look, it’s a possibility”

“I’m not pregnant” She assured him.

“Just take the tests, please. If it’s negative, then it’s negative”

“What if it’s positive?”

“Then we’ll figure it out” He took her hands. “Please”

She sighed. “I already know this will be negative” Y/N rolled her eyes but took the bag anyways. “And I just peed, fuck” Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “Go check on Artemis while I take these”

Harry nodded and walked out of the room and to his son’s bedroom. He found him sitting on the floor with a picture book in his hands. “Daddy, I’m hungry”

“Let’s get you some lunch then, kiddo”

They went down and Harry let Artemis help in the kitchen, he was fixing something quick for lunch while waiting anxiously for Y/N to finish taking the tests.

“Harry?!” He heard from the top of the stairs.

“In a minute!” He exclaimed back. “Wait in the living room for us, mate. Turn on the telly, we won’t take long” Artemis nodded, walking towards the bedroom and doing what his daddy told him.

Harry ran upstairs to where Y/N was. “Have you look at them?”

“No, not yet” she sighed. “You do it”

“One line means negative, two lines mean you’re pregnant” He repeated the sentence over and over again. He closed his eyes for a second before letting out the air he was retaining.

He gasped when he opened his eyes and saw it.

Two lines.

With tearful eyes he took another test and saw the same result so he took the third one and smiled when he saw every single one of them had the same result. He looked at Y/N, no words needed.

“We’re having a baby” He said as he let tears roll down his eyes.

Y/N smiled before tears formed in her eyes as well. They were having a baby. She was going to be a mother again. Unconsciously, her hands travelled to her stomach. “Well, it wasn’t a stomach bug, wasn’t it?”

They both laughed through the tears as Harry took her in her arms, careful to not squeeze her too tight.

Harry’s heart was about to explode for the amount of love he was feeling right now. There was an actual baby growing inside of Y/N. He bowed to himself he’d be at all times for her, he won’t leave her side for any reason. He wanted to live the whole process. He could already imagine himself with his future newborn in his arms, so delicate and pure.

His heart and soul belonged to his family. But it wasn’t divided in two anymore. Because they weren’t three anymore. And that couldn’t be more exciting.

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scarletemeterio-thesecond · 4 years

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Your writing is so good! If you don't mind, can I request something with Zuko and a s/o that helps him through nightmares? One was so bad he burned her but she's a water tribe healer that learned from Katara and tries to reassure him that she's ok?

Omg, thank you so much! I love the idea of reader comforting Zuko after a bad dream, so here it goes. It's not very long but I hope you like it!

-Mica :)

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Bad Dreams and Sweet Words (Zuko x Reader)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Fandom: Avatar, The Last Airbender

Summary: See request

Word Count: 1008

We had had a long morning, so right after lunch I went to take a short nap; I just needed to gain back some energy after all the flying and playing around. I woke up around an hour later and I could hear some laughing from outside, so I got up on my feet, still sleepy, and started looking for my swimsuit in order to join the others at the beach. Once I had changed, I went outside, greeting everyone.

"Oh, look who's awake! I think that you're getting old and lazy, (Y/N)" Sokka teased me, putting an arm around my shoulders and messing my hair a little.

"Hey, stop that!" I said, trying to sound mad but failing at it. "We're literally the same age, Sokka!"

"Fine, grumpy head" he said between laughs before letting me go.

Once I was free, I walked over to where Zuko was and I sat by his side.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"Yeah, I did, I really needed that nap" I said, placing my head on his shoulder.

"I can't believe last time we were here, we were talking about defeating Fire Lord Ozai" Katara commented, getting closer to us with Aang following her.

"Yeah, it seems so long ago" I agreed.

"Do you remember when Zuko started attacking Aang out of nowhere?" Sokka said jokingly. "We literally thought you had gotten crazy".

We all laughed, even Zuko did, but I could tell he was a bit uncomfortable with the memory.

"Hey, you two love birds" said Toph, talking to us two. "Don't start kissing in front of us or anything" she joked, probably because of how close we were.

We continued talking and joking around. After a while, Katara and I decided to go and do some waterbending, it felt nice to do it for fun and not in order to train for an upcoming battle.

Once it had gotten dark outside, we started making dinner. It was pretty late, but we were on a short vacation so our schedules were ruined already.

After dinner, we all said good night and went to our rooms. I could tell Zuko was pretty tired so he fell asleep quite fast. But as always, I had trouble falling asleep. I scolded myself internally for taking that nap during the day, which had messed my sleep schedule even more. It was late and there was silence in the air.

I decided to get up and go look at the stars from the balcony, but I stopped myself when I heard some heavy breathing beside me. I looked over at Zuko and his face showed discomfort, he was even mumbling some words and I realized he was having a nightmare.

"Hey, Zuko" I whispered, trying to wake him up. I grabbed his shoulder and started shaking his body in a very gentle way, I didn't want to scare him. Still, he woke up letting out a short scream. "Hey, look at me, it's okay".

He looked confused and I figured he was still processing his surroundings. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm desperately and started inspecting it, looking for something.

"What's going on? You're scaring me, Zuko".

"Oh, you're okay" he said relieved.

"Of course I'm okay, Zu. Why wouldn't I?" I asked, worried about his nightmare.

"It's just that- I dreamt of that one time when we were here in Ember Island all together, before the comet. I attacked Aang out of nowhere to see if he was ready but you tried to protect him and got burned by me" he said.

"I remember that, but I'm fine, yeah? Katara healed me, and it wasn't a really serious injury" I reassured him.

"I- I know but this time for some reason she couldn't and I don't know it was all pretty fatalistic and really unrealistic but it still felt real at the same time. I guess it has something to do with us coming here again and everything" he said before lying down again.

"It's alright, love. Nightmares happen, it's completely normal" I said, grabbing his hand and kissing it before caressing it. "I know it must have been scary but I'm okay and even if I got hurt somehow or something like that, now I know how to heal myself, yeah? Katara taught me how to do it".

He nodded, still a bit scared and not really convinced.

"I'm sorry for being so dramatic" he said in almost a whisper.

"No, love, you're not. It happens to the best of us, I assure you everything is fine" I lied down beside him and put a strand of his hair behind his ear, then I cupped his face with my hand.

"I know, I'm just scared of hurting you. Sometimes I get a bit insecure and still feel like I hurt everyone around me" he admitted, placing his head on my chest and I let out a small pleasant sigh when I felt his warm skin against mine, which was always naturally cold.

"I know you'd never hurt me, Zu" I said, stroking his hair. "You've changed, my love; for the better. And you do not hurt everyone around you. Your uncle loves you, your friends love you, I love you-".

"I love you too" he said, interrupting me in a whisper. I smiled at his words and continued talking.

"I'll be here to remind you of that every time you need it, okay?" He nodded, grabbing one of my hands with both of his.

"Thank you, I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you. I love you, (Y/N)".

"I love you too, Zuko".

We stayed silent after that and I kept stroking his hair, trying not to fall asleep in the process. After a few minutes, I realized Zuko's breathing was calm and steady. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and stared at him for a moment.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you" I whispered before finally falling asleep.

#prince zuko fic #prince zuko fanfic #fire lord zuko #zuko imagine #zuko x reader #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla zuko #atla fanfic #atla imagine #avatar: tla

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kyber-crystal · 4 years

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united we stand || s.r

summary: in which you, sam, steve, and natasha are forced to go on the run after civil war. unfortunately, being a fugitive with government officials out for his blood doesn’t seem to stop the great captain america from falling even more in love with you.

words: ~2.5k

warnings: slight angst, sam and natasha being matchmakers, fluff

a/n: OMG IM SORRY THIS ONE WAS SO POORLY WRITTEN ADLFJDSF

It doesn't have to come down to this, Tony. Look what you're doing. You're tearing the Avengers apart."

"You did that when you sided with Cap, Y/N."

"What do we do now?"

"We fight."

"He's my friend."

"So was I."

"He killed our parents, Y/N. And you're still willing to take his side? I thought I could trust you. But I guess I can't even rely on my own judgement anymore to make decisions, can I?"

Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you jumped from rooftop to rooftop, a dull ache forming at the edges of your skull due to all the thoughts rushing around in your brain and narrowly escaping a flurry of over two dozen of General Ross's men.

Guilt settled in the pit of your stomach, making your insides churn. You turned against the last family you had left, and now you were paying the price.

You're one hundred percent sure that Tony hates your guts at this point. Leaving your brother for someone else; what had you become?

"What now?" Sam asked, looking around and sending Redwing out to survey your surroundings for any other agents that could be approaching. "What's our next step?"

"We gotta catch a train. Belfast's no longer safe for us," Steve panted as he slid his shield over his back, trying to catch his breath. "Our safety's already compromised as it is."

"Nat's gonna go get the tickets, I'll buy us some disguises. We're less likely to be recognized because you guys are all suited up with your wings and shield," you explained. "Wait here."

A few minutes later you were all dressed inconspicuously in your new disguises, looking like the other civilians that were walking around. You didn't have enough time to check the sizes of the clothing, so Steve ended up wearing some jeans and a light grey T-shirt that was about a size too small for him, outlining every inch of his toned torso.

You quickly tore your gaze away before anyone noticed you staring. Sam caught this, however, and sent you a little wink. You glared at him in response.

"The next train to Glasgow leaves in nine. We gotta hurry," Natasha said as she handed you your tickets. "Come on."

Luckily you weren't recognized as the ticket holder came around, though you tried to keep your heads down low when she passed by.

"It's a 14 hour ride. You fellas might wanna relax, take a nap or something," she said, reclining her seat back and closing her eyes. "We won't be arriving until early tomorrow morning."

You relaxed in your seat, the tension in your muscles loosening a bit. But Steve saw the distressed look in your eyes and placed a gentle hand on top of yours.

"You alright?"

"Could be better, I mean, it's not like I chose to be a fugitive on the run from the entire world," you joked, but the smirk on your face quickly fell. "No. I'm not."

"It's going to be okay, you know. Things'll work out in the end."

"I sure hope so."

You fell into an awkward silence after that, resting your chin on your hand as you stared out ahead, watching the rolling hills whiz by in a blur, the vibrant green a sharp contrast to the powdery blue sky. Ireland was a beautiful country, really. You wished you could stay longer purely for the sake of admiring all the lovely scenery.

"You know, if you just want to talk about anything, we can do that. 14 hours is a pretty long train ride," he finally spoke up about an hour later. Sam was fast asleep at this point, mouth opened slightly as his head rested on Natasha's shoulder, who was sleeping as well.

"Yeah, it is. But we've had worse days, right?"

"We have," Steve agreed.

So you just talked, about whatever came to your minds. Your childhood, your past before joining the Avengers Initiative where you'd previously served as one of SHIELD's top agents for several years, Steve's life back in the 40's before becoming a super-soldier, how much things changed over the years. About past missions.

Soon enough you felt your eyelids droop heavily from fatigue. He noticed your tiredness and reached out his right arm, gently wrapping it around you and pulling you towards his side, encircling you completely in his warm embrace. Slowly but steadily, your muscles began to release the tension in them and you leaned into his touch.

"Why don't you get some shut-eye. We have plenty of time to talk when we arrive."

"Mhm," you mumbled sleepily. He smiled, brushing a few stray hairs away from your face as you drifted off.

...

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is our final stop. We have arrived at Glasgow Central Station," the conductor's voice announced over the intercom as the train began slowing down. "The weather is currently 59 degrees, and it is 5:27 a.m."

"Wake up, lovebirds," Natasha clapped as you stirred slightly, looking confused as you raised your head from where it rested against Steve's chest. "Time to get going."

You yawned and stood up, stepping off onto the platform into the station, surprisingly busy at the crack of dawn. You really just wanted to curl back up into a ball and sleep. Talking for four hours straight with Steve had knocked you out completely.

After getting new SIM cards, Sam quickly created an account to get you checked into a hotel.

"It's a half hour walk. We should probably limit public transportation as much as we can," he stated as he slid his phone into his jacket pocket. "Managed to snag a 40% off deal including a free night, so we're good for the next few weeks until we get an actual apartment."

"You know," Natasha commented, adjusting her baseball cap and aviators as you made your way outside down the bustling street, "if we weren't currently trying to flee from the government's grasp, I'd say I'd wanna come back here for a vacation. And that's on nice architecture."

"With us?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Why not? You're pretty good company. I wouldn't wanna hang out with anyone else."

"Well, what can I say?" Sam puffed up his chest. "I'm smooth with the ladies."

You simply laughed. "Yeah, sure you are."

Glasgow was a breathtaking city. With sprawling Victorian style buildings and cobblestone roads, brightly labeled bars and restaurants, it appeared as if it was pulled straight from a rustic 19th-century painting.

You checked into your hotel after grabbing some food from the nearby bakery. For a cheap price, your room was surprisingly simple but large: a king bed in one room, a pullout couch, and a small balcony so you could stand outside and take in the view of the city.

Despite having no time zone difference between Ireland and Scotland, you were still extremely jet-lagged, most likely due to the flight you'd taken over to Berlin not long ago. After binge-watching reruns of some sitcom for the rest of the day, you fell asleep, clutching your pillow tightly.

Natasha and Sam had good eyes, and could clearly see something was going on between you and Steve.

The truth was, you wanted something to happen but both of you were too chicken to make a move, thinking being in relationship while on the run was inconvenient and unnecessary.

The first few days passed by relatively quickly. You only really went out to buy groceries, and even then you went two at a time to avoid drawing unwanted attention to yourselves. Once, you treated yourselves to a night out at a nice restaurant, enjoying each others' company. It was a way to forget about your currently unfortunate situation.

...

But then the nightmares began.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed after waking up in a cold sweat, heading over to the bathroom. Everyone had already gone to sleep long ago, and you envied people like Sam as he could knock out cold almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Staring at your ghostly reflection in the mirror, you squeezed your eyes shut, releasing tears that cascaded down your flushed cheeks in a hot flood. You ran trembling fingers through your messy hair in an attempt to tame it, taking a brief look at your disheveled appearance. The heavy dark circles underneath your bloodshot eyes that were a result of hardly sleeping over the past week were clear, as well as your sunken cheekbones and deathly pale complexion.

You studied the woman that looked back at you, with the same unnerving and hollowed out gaze that she'd worn for years; a façade she learned to develop so that nobody could see when she felt weak; helpless.

Ten days.

Only ten days had passed since you arrived in Scotland, yet it seemed as if you aged ten years during that short amount of time. Small creases in between your brows indicated stress and anxiety from leaving everything you knew behind, for a future you could barely see ahead of. For a life that held an endless amount of consequences if you took one misstep, one wrong move.

Your body felt heavy, weighed down as if you carried the weight of a thousand men upon your aching shoulders. You didn't know what to do; what to think anymore.

You didn't look thirty-two anymore, you looked older. Almost as old as Tony. And there was a 10+ year age gap between you and him.

God, Tony.

You betrayed him. The last living member of your family on earth, and you betrayed him.

Turned your back on him, because you didn't believe in the same ideas. Was it really worth turning your back on your own blood just because of a disagreement?

I thought I could trust you.

I thought I could, too. But I guess things don't always work out as planned, do they?

They don't. I don't even know what I can say to you anymore. Hell, I can't look at you without seeing a traitor. You turned your back on all of us, and that's unforgivable.

The Accords, you know I couldn't sign them. It isn't right. I'm fighting for what I believe in.

No, you're fighting for Steve, not yourself. Always running over to precious Cap even if it costs you your safety, if it costs you everything and everyone you ever loved. Because you think that you can rely on him and him alone, to get through this. You won't get very far by keeping this act up, you know.

News flash; the world doesn't revolve around you, Tony. Just because someone doesn't agree with what you believe, doesn't mean you have to tear their team, their family, apart for it.

You're blaming me?

Maybe I am.

"What are you doing up this late?"

Steve's voice jolted you from your train of thought, and you looked up to see him leaning against the doorframe dressed in sweats and another tight-fitting T-shirt, his blue eyes scanning over you worriedly.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I'm fine, if that's what you're wondering. I'm just a bit jet-lagged," you muttered, hastily wiping away another stray tear that escaped. He pushed himself off the wall and caught your wrist as you were bringing your hand down, tugging you towards him slightly.

"Tell me what's going on."

"I'm fine!"

"No, you're not. What's wrong, Y/N?"

"I..." your voice faltered. You didn’t even realize you’d started crying until you felt your face grow wet from the salty tears that rolled silently into your cracked lips. "I don't know. Everything's wrong."

"Everything?"

"I made a mistake."

"What do you mean, mistake?"

"I turned my back against Tony. My family. I betrayed my own family, Steve." Your voice cracked. "And now I can't even guarantee that I'll ever see him again."

"You did what you had to do," he said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. You felt your skin burning up under his touch. "You were just trying to do what you felt was right."

"Yeah, by teaming up with the side of the man who killed my parents. I can't imagine what he even thinks of me right now."

A look of hurt briefly passed over Steve's face at the mention of Bucky.

"...But I know their deaths were out of his control, so I don't blame him," you continued. "Still..I hurt him. And now, I have to live with knowing that fact." "Look, I'm sorry."

"What?"

You looked up and met his gaze, feeling his bright blue eyes boring into yours. He didn't seem upset or angry at all; there was an eerie softness and calming feeling about the way he looked at you that made you relax a bit.

"I shouldn't have dragged you into this mess. I never wanted you to have this kind of life; where you're always living in uncertainty. You deserve better than that."

"It's not your fault at all," you swallowed hard. Talking and breathing grew increasingly difficult with the sob that was building up in the back of your throat, that you tried desperately to conceal for so long, "it's mine. I made that decision to side with you, not only because I couldn't stand the idea of signing the Accords. So it's...it's on me. God, I don't know what to do anymore, I can't—"

A wave of grief suddenly hit you from all sides, causing you to keel over, sliding down against the cold wall with a hand clutching your stomach as an agonized scream tear itself through your body and out of your throat. And you were drowning; suffocated by your own tears as you struggled to breathe. You tried desperately to stop them but nothing could seem to hold back the heavy sobs that wracked your body, clawing at your lungs and heart.

Steve crouched down in front of you and pulled you against him, arms tightening around your body with each cry that escaped your lips. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to take all your sadness and frustration and grief and put it upon himself, to carry the weight on his shoulders so he wouldn't have to watch you endure the pain. He'd much rather have to suffer himself than watch you try and bear the burden and fall to pieces in the process.

Seeing you breaking down before him with your gut-wrenching cries that echoed across the small space, more vulnerable than you'd ever been in front of him before, made it feel as if someone was directly ripping his heart right out of his chest and tearing it into a thousand pieces with their bare hands.

"Hey, it's okay," he whispered soothingly as he pressed his lips to the side of your temple, "it's okay. I've got you. You're gonna be okay."

Despite how you felt as if your heart was twisting itself into knots, there was something comforting about the way he held you ever so gently in his arms, the way his warm breath fell against his neck as one arm was firmly hooked around your waist, running his free hand through your hair.

So for a moment, you allowed yourself to believe that there was no one else in the world except for just you and him, holding you close, and that everything was fine, even if the feeling only lasted for a second.

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theluckyyyoneee · 4 years

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft. Namjoon)

Genre: Angst/Fluff(in later parts)

Word Count: 2.4+k

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SoulmateAU! Where he hides his soulmate tattoo from everyone, especially you.

Twirling your mechanical pencil around between your middle and pointer finger of your right hand, you zoned off into the great distance, eyeing the chipping paint on the walls as you felt utterly drained and exhausted, in all physical, mental and emotional senses.

The life of a rushed college student trying to find the right balance between studying and self care and also incorporating enough of a social life to remain sane was seemingly impossible, and you were terrible at time management as you proved to yourself time and time again. Especially when finals were approaching at a fearful rate and you felt like you hadn’t prepared nearly as much as needed to ace the exams.

Huffing as you collapsed onto the desk in front of you, you heard the throaty chuckle besides you as you peered at Namjoon through your lashes and a few strands of wild hair that crept on your cheeks. “Take a nap, I’ll wake you up in thirty minutes. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.” He sweetly offered, his dimples popping through as he eye smiled at you through his own fatigue.

Propping your head on your hand with your elbow resting on the table, you couldn’t help but observe the deadly handsome and gentle man next to you.

He was such a good guy, you mused as you watched his profile, his own tattoo placed behind his right ear that would eventually bond him with his ‘soulmate’, a being who the universe had decided all on their own that would complete and make the other person happy. You wondered what kind of person his soulmate was.

Namjoon and you were so close, you two had bonded over each other’s respective clumsiness and forgetfulness in your freshman year of college, yet you found it a bit odd how you didn’t really know his stance on the whole soulmate thing. He never talked about the physically minuscule mark on his body that would have an enormous role in his life. Always presented a stoic, almost indifferent expression when he laid eyes upon the numerous couples along campus, never had expressed any longing towards a significant other either.

“Can I ask you something?”

He childishly snickered a little and gazed down at you with that attractive little smirk (authors note: omg imagine if he rlly looked at u like that id be dead) he did when he was about to tell a predictable joke. “You just did.” You mouthed the words along with him and rolled your eyes at him, a smile finding your lips anyway. He nodded at you and waited expectantly and suddenly you found yourself the tiniest bit shy.

Briefly pondering what would have happened if the two of you somehow shared the same tattoo, if somehow the two of you were each other soulmates. Would he had hid it if he noticed it before you did like Yoongi? No, you reasoned, he wasn’t that kind of person. He preferred to confront situations head on. Maybe you wouldn’t have hated the idea so much if you had a soulmate like Namjoon.

Instead the universe deemed your ‘perfect other half that will definitely complete you’ as an egotistic, douchebag named Min Yoongi.

“What do you feel about the whole soulmate thing?” Your voice was as small as a mouse and you saw his face drop a bit from his peaceful expression, making you tilt your head in confusion. His jaw tightened and his overall presence and posture suddenly became very rigid.

Clearing his throat, he turned his attention back to his studies as he answered with stiff casualness, “I don’t really have an opinion on it. I’ll worry about it when it happens.”

You could tell that he seemed very uncomfortable with the topic and you wanted to apologize for ruining the light atmosphere. It all of a sudden felt thick with tension between the two of you and you had no idea why.

So you hummed as nonchalantly as you could and turned away, “Ah, I see...” reminding and praying that you remembered to try and get Namjoon to open up a bit when he was ready.

But for now you turned away to your own notes and thought of your own predicament you were dealing with.

Keeping your lips sealed after what happened in that cursed classroom a few weeks ago, you had told no one and determined that it was just a bad nightmare, an irrational and delusional nightmare you wanted to forget ever having.

Namjoon was Yoongi’s friend... kind of. Well, you knew that they at least tolerated each other.

Should you just tell Namjoon what had occurred and ask for advice about what to do next?

No, let’s not make him even more uncomfortable, you sighed and laid your head back on the desk and allowed your dreary eyelids to shut as you recalled what happened that dreaded afternoon.

You really did not want to believe it.

Even if it turned out to be true, you wanted to run away even if it was cowardly but before you even knew what the hell you were doing, you were taking large strides to Yoongi’s frozen figure in the seat, both gasping at the shock and warm sensation you felt from finally making physical contact for the first time.

You had heard people talking about it, how the two persons involved felt electrified and so connected to each other and their bond. And although you couldn’t really argue with that statement, you didn’t feel particularly too connected to him at that moment. You guessed the emotions were consequences of the particular revelation.

Yes, his skin was smooth and warm to the touch, and an insane part of you had the idea to run your fingers down his wrist to meet his own in an intertwined embrace. Until the more rational side, your preferred and more dominant side, clued in the jagged and broken pieces as best as it could and suddenly everything made sense, heart thundering in your chest as you broke down your late epiphany as best as you could.

Throwing his arm down harshly, you couldn’t get the image of your tattoo out of your head-the one slightly bigger than an inch-the one you somehow shared with the man in front of you. Only now were you able to decipher the strange intricate lines-it had been both of your initials in some abstract handwriting.

Looking back at it now, you felt like such an idiot to not see the MYG that was so blatantly and obviously there, mocking you, forever etched on your skin, not at all welcomed there.

Releasing a shaky exhale as you tried your hardest to remain calm, you stared at Min Yoongi, that damned loon that somehow thought it a good idea to keep such an important detail to himself, had still not moved from his frozen stature and had dark, wide unblinking eyes stare frightened back at you.

“You’re my soulmate?” As soon as the words escaped your lips, it felt all wrong. “How long have you known?”

How long had you known him for?

Why was it him?

Imitating a fish, his mouth opened and shut numerous times before uttering, “Since the day we met.”

The memory burned fresh in your brain. You had been completely and immediately enamored with him at the first glance of him, and had the vaguest feeling that your feelings were mutual. When he had suddenly grew even paler than he already was and his lovely eyes widened to their maximum extent, you wanted to ask what the matter was, your soulmate tattoo subconsciously in full view.

Until he gazed at you like you had just cursed him out with your finest curse, most disgusting insults. It had oddly felt like he took part of your soul with him when he disappeared that day.

It had seemed he was avoiding you every time he caught a glimpse of you, there was no chance in hell you were going to get to know him better if you couldn’t even get closer than twenty feet of him. One second you were making eye contact with him, then the next he was pressed against some girl all the while keeping gazes with you, not understanding why your stomach would knot in jealousy and loneliness, when normally you were not like this at all.

“You...” He had known all this time. Of course, why would he suddenly start to wear all those hoodies and sweaters in this scorching heat, with beads of sweat clinging to his temple? How he always seemed to claw at his sleeves whenever you were near? How the gorgeous girls he had flirted with in front of you filled with such insecurities just from looking from afar?

Min Yoongi was your soulmate?

What a joke.

“You knew this whole time?” You stupidly had finally spit the whole phrase out into the open air, the silence deafening as the two of you faced each other, each heart thundering in your chests.

Yoongi had finally risen from his fixed posture at the desk and stood up, taking a tentative step forward before stumbling back a few shaky steps.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You hated that you sounded so pathetic, so desperate even to yourself.

It wasn’t as if you had even wanted to meet your soulmate, the fact that he hid it from you probably meant that he didn’t want you, right? So you should be happy you weren’t tied to someone who was going to tie you to him, but why did the thought of him possibly not wanting you break your heart into pieces?

Maybe there was such a thing as a soulmate bond after all, if your whole being was being torn like this, this much.

His demeanor seemed to change in an instant, and he had lost all past vulnerability and uncertainty. Jaw clenched and eyes narrowed on you he spat out, “You think this makes sense?” He gestured between the two of you quickly, trying to keep his voice low in case any other students were lingering out in the halls, although unlikely, and you could sense his shame from where you were standing. “Us? That you’re my soulmate?”

It was like the roles had reversed and now you were the frozen one, an ache formed deep in your stomach as you registered his words. But they were the ones you had wanted to say to him a few minutes ago, so why were you feeling this way?

“I’ll tell it to you straight,” he continued, not giving you a moment to collect yourself. “I don’t want people finding out you’re my soulmate. It’s embarrassing, and since you never bothered to hide it, I have to.” He bent down and grasped his discarded hoodie from the ground and shook it in your direction. “Do you know how fucking bothersome is it to always have to wear this twenty four seven? In this weather? Huh?”

You didn’t bother answering, feeling yourself get worked up over his words had you breaking out of your moment of dejection and nodded, exhaling harshly. Right, you could overcome this. But first you had to show him that you weren’t just going to stay silent and weak when he was insulting you.

Embarrassing? He was embarrassed of you? He should have just told you when he had first found out, that way things wouldn’t have been this twisted. The two of you could have coolly and casually gone your separate ways, but for some reason you felt betrayed.

“Look, we have nothing in common, and to be honest, this whole soulmate shit is really fucking unfair.” It seemed he was becoming a bit drained, like his newfound energy had dissipated as fast as it had come.

“I wouldn’t say we have nothing in common,” you trailed off, meeting his glare with one of your own, though his faltered a bit at your unexpected words, looking at you the tiniest bit puzzled. A bitter smile gracing your lips, you raised your eyebrows a bit as you continued, gaining a bit of satisfaction at the look of surprise on Yoongi’s face. “It’s not like I want you, either.”

“Y/N wake up.” You were being shook gently back and forth by Namjoon, his dimpled smile being the first sight you see when you open your eyes. He chuckled under his breathe as you sluggishly lift your weary body up, and groaning in pain as you feel one your ribs were pressing on the edge of the table, an ache forming and stabbing every time you moved. Sitting up, you noticed a very familiar light cardigan draped around your shoulders, and you gaze starstruck and touched up at Namjoon, silently thanking him for covering you, knowing you always got cold when you slept.

He ruffled your hair affectionately in answer as you attempted to rub the remaining sleepiness from your eyes and fix your appearance so it was more presentable, handing the cardigan back to him. “You were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to wake you,” he smiled apologetically. “but the library is closing soon, and I’d feel better if you slept in your own bed instead of this stiff chair.”

It was only then you noticed the lack of people around and you felt heat crawl up your neck and cheeks, wondering why if you had slept so long why you felt even more exhausted than before. “Thanks, and sorry for making you study by yourself...” you trailed off, standing up and slinging your bag on your shoulder as the two of you slowly made your way out of the library, nodding politely to the librarian behind the wide oak desk.

“No worries, but I do expect some coffee from you tomorrow, just saying.” It had gotten a bit dark and there was a bit of a breeze and you froze as Namjoon suddenly draped the cardigan over your shoulders once again. Your fingers met when you both fixed the collar and it made you grip the fabric tighter around yourself when he quickly pulled away, clearing his throat and avoiding your gaze.

You agreed to his proposition as casually as you could and stumbled a little when you made eye contact with the one and only Min Yoongi, who was also just seemed to leaving for the day, his strong gaze alternating between you and Namjoon, and the cardigan around your shoulders.

wow i have not written this much in a really long time so i’m actually pretty proud of myself lol. lmk what u guys thought down in the comments or messages! as always thanks to everyone who is reading and to everyone who left those supportive comments they really made my day and i appreciate all of you!!<3

T O B E C O N T I N U E D . . .

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televisionboy · 4 years

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Can I request some hcs for Dick? I've been having a rough time mentally a lot lately and would just love some fluffy comfort from one Dick Winters! If not that's totally understandable.

YES OMG I love Winters so damn much!!

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wow look at that good cinnamon roll boi

He first met you when you were talking to Nixon actually

Completely love at first sight (for him), you? Not so much. While you thought he was very nice, you didn’t have time for love.

He asked all the time about you without even realizing it

“How’s Y/N?” “Is Y/N okay? Stressed?” “Do you think it’s going to be safe for Y/N to go on the patrol?”

One night, you were sitting outside in haguenau, shivering but at least is was peaceful

Dick just happened to see you and being the gentleman he is, immediately ran to you and offered his jacket. To which you politely refused but he made you wear it anyways

Hours passed that night and he found himself telling you things he hadn’t even told Lew

It’s when he first knew he had fallen HARD for you. There were a couple ladies at home that took a liking to him before he left but he basically threw them away from his mind

You kissed him that night and his stomach goes mdmdkskskxnnakakqoeprpfcksn. Asks you on a date after the war, but during it it’s full of kisses, teasing from Welsh and Nixon, and long talks about your future whilst sharing a chocolate bar you may or may not have stolen from Luz

When you get home, he takes you to the worlds best restaurant and you two have dinner. He helps you unpack most of your stuff and holds you, so grateful he’s home with you

Dick is such a morning person, you woke up? he has eggs, coffee, toast with jam and bacon waiting for you while he eats outside on the patio

He thinks you’re always beautiful but you’re the most when you’re not even trying to be. Like when you just wake up

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t absolutely sob at your wedding when he sees you

He’s definitely a quiet person but he’s opened up more around you, he’s more playful, less serious. He can tease you without worrying your feelings will be hurt (he still does sometimes but he’s used to you not caring and simply teasing him back)

Gives you butterfly kisses and soft SOFT as a pillow or a feather

Super classy and old school and romantic!, he celebrates every single anniversary all out. One year he called George Luz and then regretted it when Luz called him to say that a mini circus was on their way. He called Malarkey, Skip, and Penkala (no I refuse to believe they died) and asked for ideas but then regretted it when they came to your door singing a love song

He’s learned to just take you to a diner, to a movie for dates. But sometimes he gets creative. Once, he took you to a library and you stayed there past closing time to read together and laugh, he took you to a cafe he went to as a child after and his toddler photo was on the wall because the staff love him so much

When you’re stressed, he puts his arm around you and kisses your temple. He’s incredibly calming and always works through it slowly and calmly. Back rubs and massages are so good from him. It’s becoming a common thing that if he’s on the couch, you plop down next to him and place your feet in his lap so he can rub them

Never, without fail, fails to notice if you don’t even like the way something is placed. He’s so good at noticing things, when you’re upset, he swoops in and places loving kisses on your forehead and tells you how strong and beautiful you are

He mostly leaves you to nap and try to relieve stress, he lights a lavender candle and bakes cookies

He doesn’t pressure you into having children, but he’s spent 4 years looking after hundreds of men so a child should be easy right? Wrong. He thought so too and that’s why he thought you wouldn’t want to have a lot of children but when you told him one fateful Father’s Day that you and him would be able to celebrate it in a year, he became so scared

Not so much of a pet person, but when Lews dog got pregnant and your child found out, running to Dick and begging him for days to adopt their newborn, he really REALLY couldn’t say no. So now you’re stuck with a puppy who reminds you so much of Nixon. She’s lazy but also sassy

As your teen becomes older, you start feeling more insecure that they’ll brush you off or fight with you all the time. Dick always pulls you close to remind you that you’re an amazing person and an even better mom. Better than his sister, better than Kitty Welsh even.

But just like you get stressed and upset, he does too. He has a lot of PTSD and still has nightmares of shooting the young boy, he’ll wake up in night sweats and it’s the only time you’ve ever seen him cry or cuss. You let him cry against your chest until your shirt is stained wet with his tears

He always apologizes and promises to do laundry tomorrow but you shush him and pull him down to rest

He always thanks himself for working up the courage to talk to you on that one fateful night in Haguenau

#band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers headcanons #band of brothers x reader #dick winters imagine #dick winters #dick winters headcanons #dick winters x reader #richaed winters headcanons #richard winters x reader #richard winters imagine

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jentlemahae · 3 years

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hi! I am here to inquire about the plot of dream verse 💓

under the cut bcs i got carried away

EP 1: Dive Into You

It is no secret that 20-year-olf Park Jisung was born in luck. He was the full package – tall, handsome, smart, good-hearted, skilled at sports, and extremely rich. His family had found wealth 25 years before, when his grandfather (Park Haru) started the hot sauce business that would become the most successful hot sauce business in South Korea – DREAM FLAVOR. No one knew exactly how he had done it, as it seemed to have happened in the blink of an eye – people always asked him, but all he would do was wink and say, ‘I just had a spark of good luck’. But no one knew how true that was.

Jisung always looked up to his grandfather, and trusted every single word that came out of his mouth. His step-father (Jae-yi), however, had a much different opinion on the old man. He thought Haru was a total nut case, always nagging him obsessing over that damn candle. Truth be told, he did sort of have a point. Haru had a candle he was extremely secretive about, which he kept in a locked room beside his bedroom. You know, the “normal” place where people keep candles. As he was growing up, he always told Jisung that the candle was actually far more precious than it seemed, and that he should never let it blow out. A bunch of popicocks, as his father would say, but Jisung never forgot it.

He still didn’t forget it on that cold day of early May – that is, the day his grandfather died. Some people say death isn’t lonely, but that’s exactly how Jisung felt. Haru was not just his grandpa – he was his role model, his teacher, and most of all, his friend. On his will, he decidedto give Jisung a key to the candle’s room with a note that said, ‘I’m giving my spark of good luck to you and ONLY you. Use it well’. Jisung was torn because he wanted to trust that the last words his grandpa said to him were meaningful, but he couldn’t help but think, ‘What’s this old nut saying?’. Nonetheless, he took the key and went into the ominous room, with nothing but hope as his company. The candle was burning in the center of the dark windowless room, untouched and unsettling. It was just a normal candle you could find at a local market, yet something about the flame made it impossible to look away. Unsure of what to do, he decided to just leave and go home to try to forget about the whole thing. Yet, the trembling flame kept haunting his dreams for the entire night.

The next day, Jisung’s father decided it was time to move into Haru’s house and turn it upside down, with no care to the fact that the body of Haru was almost not even cold yet. He wanted to clean each room, but he couldn’t get into the candle room. Jisung was unsure of what to do – he did think his grandfather was bananas, but he also didn’t want to disrespect the only legacy he had left him. So, he refused to give up the key, and instead offered to clean the room himself. After dusting every inch of the area, he opened the door to let some air in. But as the wind was roaring outside, a sudden violent breeze came through the door and blew the candle out. Jisung rushed over and then ran to get a box of matches, to try to light it up as quickly as possible. However, no match seemed to work, as the fire appeared to refuse to burn again. With a wretched feeling in his gut, he immediately left and went back home to take a nap, trying to tell himself that it was nothing big. Boy, was he wrong…

When Jisung woke up from his nap, the sight that welcomed him was not what he expected – a young boy with blue hair and a green hoodie was sitting on the floor across from his bed. ‘Hi, I’m Mark’, he said – simple words that scared Jisung to his very bones. Raddled and very confused, Jisung decided to call his 5 friends – Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, and Chenle – and asked them to come over, hoping that together they would be able to make sense of the situation. But alas, they did not. As they watched Mark ravaging Jisung’s fridge as if he hadn’t eaten in a decade, they tried to come up with a game plan.

However, quick-tempered Haechan quickly lost his patience, and told Mark either he left on his own, or they were going to call the police. At which Mark looked at Jisung in disbelief and asked him if his grandfather hadn’t told him anything about him. Utterly confused, the boy shook his head, and so Mark told his story to the 6 googly-eyed friends…

Mark was 500-year-old spirit, born under the Joseon dynasty. Once he died, a witch bounded him to the candle – whenever someone lit it, Mark would bring good fortune and money to their family as long as the flame was burning. If it was blown out, the fortune would stop and Mark could wander the earth freely until someone new lighted it again.

The 6 friends exchanged a look and knew they were all thinking the same thing – they had to light that candle up once again.

(end of ep 1, now I’m gonna go more quickly omg this is so long I’m genuinely sorry)

EP 2: Rainbow

Mark overhears a convo between the others and becomes aware of the fact that they want to put him back inside the candle, but obviously he doesn’t want to. So he makes a pact with them to have 3 days of freedom, and he plans on stealing the candle in the meantime. He wants to go to the beach, so the 7 of them go on a road trip.

The 7 of them do some bonding and Mark tells them more of this story. He was born in a family of slaves and had grown up seeing all the injustices inflicted upon his people by the hands of the hierarchs. So, one day he decided to take matters into his own hands and began retaliating, by stealing from the royals to help his family. But his anger for revenge couldn’t stop at just stealing – he wanted the blood of those who had hurt his people. So, when he died, the witch put him there as a punishment for the murders.

They find out he’s a nice guy so they don’t want to put him back into the candle, as they realize he should have a chance to live too. So Mark tells them there is a way he can be out but still have access to his powers – they need the help of the witch who put him there. Obviously she’s dead by now but her power ran through her family, so she must have a descendant who is able to help them.

EP 3: Diggity

The witch who put him there was called Man Wol Lee and, as they find out, was an ancestor of Haechan. He doesn’t have magic but his twin sister – Hae-soo – does. So they go to her and try their best to convince her (Mark is the only one who manages to get through to her). In the meantime – Haru’s business (who is now in the hands of Jisung’s father) begins to go into trouble + Mark is staying as Jisung’s house (as he’s usually by himself anyway since his parents both work a lot) so the two have a lot of talks and stuff (e.g. Mark explains that when the candle is lit, he is stuck in a limbo called the Dreamverse – i.e. a place stuck between life and death where he has to face his own worst nightmares + tells him how he had met Haru). Anyways, they get Hae-soo to try something witchy so she channels Man Wol’s spirit with a spell book they found (and that Mark translated since he knew old Korean). They find out Mark and Man Wol used to be lovers (uh) in the old times, and she was the one who killed him and then forced him into the candle because she wanted to stop his lust for blood. She tells them the only way to free Mark is to bind someone else to the candle, to replace him.

EP 4: Irreplaceable

(+ Mark starts being mean to Hae-soo bcs he’s mad at Man Wol) They conclude the person they lock up should be a bad person + they don’t wanna kill them so they should find someone who justdied. So they go to the hospital but don’t find anyone (un)worthy enough (they know bcs Mark see what someone has been like while they were alive bcs of a spirit thingy).

*some shit happens*

They discover the candle got stolen. They search for a while, but then Mark disappears – someone must have lighted the candle again.

EP 5: Be There For You

Hae-soo does a locator spell so they’re able to find the candle, and discover that it’s now in possession of Vincenzo Cassano, one of the biggest mafia bosses in South Korea (he had heard of the candle’s powers and he wanted to use it). The 6 boys go to him to try to blow the candle out and free Mark, but they get caught and are taken hostage (they are taken to a storage area near Vincenzo’s house). Thankfully, Hae-soo followed them and blew the candle out, so Mark goes to free them but when he’s about to kill Vincenzo to protect Hae-soo, he can’t bcs spirits can’t kill the people who used to “own” them, so Jisung throws himself in the middle and gets shot instead. To stop him from dying, Hae-soo puts him in the candle.

EP 6: All Night Long

They realize Vincenzo has fled and has taken the candle. So there are two “realities” in the episode.

On one hand, there’s Jisung who is in the Dreamverse. There he sees a world exactly like his true reality BUT everything goes wrong – his grandfather is alive but tells him he’s a disappointment + his mother dies at Jisung’s hands + Jeno, Jaemin, Renjun, Chenle and Haechan force him to kill Hae-soo + they then try to kill him so he has to run away.

*BACKSTORY: Jisung’s father died before he was born + then his mother re-married but then she dies as well when he was 16 + Jisung never got along with Jae-yi and even less after the death of his mom

On the other hand, the others are trying to figure out how to bring Jisung back. Hae-soo and Mark contact Man Wol to ask her more information – she tells them they can enter Dreamverse (with her help ofc) and can help Jisung find an “exit”, which Mark couldn’t use since Man Wol made it impossible for him to access to ensure he would not escape. Jisung can use it bcs the prison world was not created for him. Jaemin, Jeno, Renjun, Haechan and Chenle go to Vincenzo’s house to try to find something to track him down (since the locator spell doesn’t work). But when they go there they find Vincenzo’s dead body and no trace of the candle.

EP 7: Rocket

Two “realities” again.

Mark and Hae-soo go in Dreamverseto rescue Jisung (they find him first and the two mend fences). They convince him they’re real (bcs he’s kinda going bananas and can’t distinguish the Dreamversefrom reality) + they take him to the exit which is a door located in the middle of Dreamverse – the door is the door to the ‘candle’s room’ at Haru’s house. They go there (struggling bcs the others try to stop them + it takes a lot of energy for Hae-soo to keep them inside so she’s weak) and manage to get out (yay!).

Jaemin, Jeno, Renjun, Haechan and Chenle look at the CCTV (Haechan hacks into it) but they can’t see who killed Vincenzo (bcs there’s no cameras in that room) BUT there’s one in the garage so they can see the car of the person who killed him à the car plate! They recognize it so they know who’s the owner. They go back to Hae-soo’s to find them all out + tell them who is the killer (and has the candle) – Jisung’s step-father, Jae-yi.

EP 8: Hot Sauce

Jisung is out BUT he’s not human – he’s a spirit, both alive and dead at the same time (so he can’t feel touch and stuff, that’s important for later). + Jisung has a talk with Hae-soo to thank him for saving her life and apologize for putting him in that situation. He replies that he’s the one who’s thankful bcs she saved his life. They kiss <3 but Jisung can’t feel anything so :(

So Jisung, Jaemin, Jeno, Renjun, Haechan and Chenle go to Jae-yi’s (which is actually Haru’s) house and try to find evidence of him being linked to Vincenzo – Jisung still doesn’t wanna believe it, but they find evidence. Mark and Hae-soo contact Man Wol and explain to her the situation and ask if they can put Jisung’s father in there without killing him. She tells them there’s a way to do with just a drop of his blood + explains the spell to Hae-soo + tells Mark she forgives him. So they go face Jisung’s step-father: there’s a fight and yadiyadiyada but they manage to put him inside so yay!!!

The “owner” of the candle is now Jisung. He decides to use the fortune to continue Haru’s hot sauce business – he puts it in a box (the one from the life is still going on mv). Mark is a human now so he can go anywhere but decides to stay in Seoul and experience life as a normal college student. Jisung and Hae-soo kiss again <3

EP 9: Life Is Still Going On (BONUS EPISODE)

It’s 7 years into the future. Everyone meets again at a dinner thrown by Jisung.

Jisung is the CEO of DREAM FLAVOR and the company has grown even more + he’s engaged to Hae-soo who is doing her medical residency to become a surgeon + Haechan and Chenle are now starting a tech company together (about keeping you safe from hackers etc) + Jaemin is a surgical resident as well + Jeno is now a soccer player in the national team + Mark is getting his second Bachelor’s

They eat and chat + Jisung tells Haechan and Chenle he’s giving them the candle bcs they need the luck more since they’re starting a new business. So he blows it out + the episode ends with Haechan lighting it again.

-FIN-

Thanks for reading omg this was fun :DDD

#im not crazy i just like writing #if anyone reads it.........ily <3 #btw this has not been proofread + i wrote it bcs i was bored right after hot sauce #<3 #anonymous #sophie ask

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #453

“you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave”

What health problems run in your family? Diabetes, high blood pressure and cholesterol, depression, cancer, a LOT more that I'm forgetting. Where did you last have sex? I have zero memory of the last time that was, so I wouldn't know. But probably a bed? How long have you known your best friend? Since we were around 8 and 11. What’s something people criticize you the most for? That I rely on the computer too much. Are spiders scary? I mean some are, but they're also extremely fascinating animals that I really enjoy observing. Cheetos. Poofy or regular? Regular, for sure. The poofy ones get stuck in your teeth SO badly. What's your favorite music genre? Heavy metal. Be honest. What are you most afraid of? Doing nothing with my life. What's your favourite type of survey to take? The ones with really random questions that you don't see in every single one. However, I don't like "random" to where the questions are just inapplicable to almost everyone. I also enjoy questions that allow me to vent about stuff I have going on. If I'm in the right mood, deep questions are great, too. What was the last topic you read about? In detail? I don't know. What shirt do you wear the most? Besides tank tops, my Cloak "equal in our bones" Day of the Dead shirt. What's your go-to order from KFC? I don't eat at KFC. Did you have hand-me-down clothes when you were growing up? Yes. What was the last song you listened to? Well, NOW I'm obsessed with Violet Orlandi's cover of "Hotel California." I keep finding new songs that I just loop for days, man, lol. I'm still not over her "The Unforgiven" cover. Did you have long hair as a young kid? I did. How many songs do you know by the band you are listening to? I'm still listening to Violet's "Hotel California" cover, which is originally by The Eagles. I obviously know this song, as well as "Heartache Tonight." Probably more, just those are the two I know and like. What podcasts do you listen to, if any? I don't listen to any. What was your most recent binge watch? Gab Smolders' playthrough of Final Fantasy X. What’s the oldest thing currently in your house? Hell, possibly my bed frame. I don't know. If you use Snapchat, do you post to your story or send individual snaps more often? I don't have one. When was the last time you rolled your eyes? At what? Not too long ago. Mom said something that really annoyed me. Do you like mozzarella sticks? No. If you had to name one of your children after a friend, solely based on their name alone, who would you choose? Probably Alon. Everything about her is beautiful, ha ha. Have you ever watched anime porn? I can confidently say I have not... Are ladybugs cute? Yes! Would you wear something made from snake skin? Fuck no. I won't wear anything that comes from an animal. Will you leave the house without fragrance on? Yeah, idc. What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever done for a significant other? In art class, I made an anatomically correct heart out of clay and put it in a shadow box along with a poem as the background. I honestly really hope Jason still has it, because I worked my ass off on it. What do you think of naming your son after the father (ex. Roy Jr.): It's not my business what other parents name their kids, but for me personally, I really don't like it. Like... give your child their own identity. It also feels kinda arrogant to me? Like are you so important that you have to force your name onto your kid? Do you like Death Cab For Cutie? I only know "I Will Follow You Into the Dark," which I adore. Do walking near or past cops make you feel uncomfortable? Yes. I just feel like I'm doing something wrong somehow. Do you think stretching (or gauging) your ears is disgusting? When they get to a certain size, to me it is. Small ones are no biggie. What piercing or body modification do you think is really gross? Oh my god, those corset piercings people get on their backs. Just... no. What would you do if your bf/gf told you they were going into the army? I'd be fucking devastated, in a hypothetical relationship where we're serious. What is the nearest gas station called? Uhhhh... I forgot lol. The second-closest though, which is almost like, RIGHT beside the other one, is Sheetz. Do you think bearded dragons are cute? omg YES!!!!!!!! What is your father’s best friend’s name? Do you know them personally? I have no idea. Ever have a dream you’re being abducted by aliens? Was it scary? No. Are you someone who tends to take a whole lot of naps? Too many, honestly. I'm just like... always tired. What is your favorite nickname you like to be called? Why do you like it? Hm. My favorite I've ever had was "Bee," which Megan called me, but I don't like others calling me that. Ever meet someone whose house has burned down spontaneously? Yes, in middle school. Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? I kinda am. I reached out to him. What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive? Guys: shoulder blades. Girls: hips. Any friends that you’d go on a date with? Yeah. I think I want to try that with Girt and see how it goes and decide what the fuck I want. Is it cute when someone calls you babe? It's funny, I used to hate that, but now I imagine I wouldn't mind? Do you like Muse? Yeah! "Unnatural Selection" and "Psycho" are especially BANGERS. What’s your favorite flavor of jello? Strawberry. What song is stuck in your head right now? I'm bingeing the absolute fuck outta the song I mentioned earlier, ha ha. Do you have a niece or nephew? I have a lot, but only three I see regularly. Have you ever been caught doing something REAL embarrassing by your parents? idk What did you receive for Valentine’s Day? I think Mom got me a chocolate bar? When was the last time you went to a cemetery, and why were you there? I want to say this was many years ago when I went with Colleen to her church. Her stillborn brother was buried there. Have you ever owned a plant? What was it? I grew habaneros once, along with some sort of succulents from Colleen. What was the most interesting animal you have seen in the wild? I saw a mink jump into the river once when I was out fishing with Dad at our favorite spot. Were you born in the state you live in? Yep. Always lived here. What’s a smell that makes you feel ill? Dog shit. Do you like to sleep? Yes and no. I like falling asleep if it's quick, because I'm all comfy, but I also dread sleep because of my nightmares. Even with my mask, they're starting to become regular again. After last night's, I am legitimately beginning to fear something is psychologically wrong with me. Like, I cried to my mom. Do you like the smell of gasoline? Ugh, no. It gives me a headache. Have you lost contact with anyone you wish you haven’t? Many people. Did you give anyone his/her first kiss? No. Should you ever have gone to the hospital but didn’t? Vice versa? No. Who do you miss the most? Jason. What do you miss the most? Being happy. What is your birthstone? Do you have any jewelry with it? Amethyst. I have a really cute guardian angel pin with one given to me by my grandmother. What is the last dream you remember having? Last night was... awful. I remember Mom and I getting in a MASSIVE fight, and also literally yelling at my late beloved dog something about crushing his head in if he didn't stop barking. Like I mentioned earlier, I'm really scared something is really wrong with me. Have you had a church confirmation, bar/bat mitzvah, or something similar? Growing up Roman Catholic, I had a Confirmation ceremony. What was the last baby animal you saw? I wanna say a puppy on Facebook. A friend just got one.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''hotel california'' by the eagles

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I find myself wanting some OT4 quarantine parenting with Roger and John being Good Dads. Say one of the kids has chicken pox or there’s a bad flu going around and they have a houseful of children who can’t go out for a few weeks and between the schoolwork and the cancelled birthday party there are things to get frustrated about...

oh my god it would be hell on earth

let’s say it is the chicken pox

ha #1 (henry) and ha #2 (hannah) come home from preschool with a letter that says there’s been an outbreak and to look out for symptoms

“this will never happen to us,” thinks john confidently

SURPRISE

three days later HaHa are both spotted and feverish

roger had the chicken pox one terrible summer when he was seven, dom had it when she was four, and john when he was five

veronica, however, is pregnant with baby #7 (jupiter) and also never had it

“don’t you have like, five siblings?” dominique asks, squinting.

ronnie shrugs, “we got lucky, i guess. ate a lot of soup.”

so ronnie gets her bags packed and is banished to garden lodge to spend two weeks quarantined with freddie and jim

it’s just john, roger, and dominique staring down the worst two weeks of their lives

literally

so HaHa are first quarantined to their room, which appears to work great, right? like just toss the twins-that-aren’t-twins in the same room, feed them soup and ginger ale, bring them to the bathroom for oatmeal baths when they itch

WRONG

it gets transferred to daisy

(how they honestly have no idea they thought they were SO GOOD about it)

so daisy gets like....two spots

really, like, the mildest case

half inch on her back, barely even itches, minor fever, she hides it well

BUT

she gives it to robbie, who in turn gives it to vera

this all happens in like......five days

vera is just knocked out with a fever, vomiting everywhere, she’s COVERED in spots, gets oven mitts duct taped to her to stop her from itching

robbie doesn’t have a bad fever persay? but he’s got the itchies and he’s DYING

so he and vera get thrown onto the couches in the den and they’re like covered in calamine lotion that dom has to reapply every 30 min

she has an egg timer just for them

robbie had to be shoved into socks when they realized he was using his feet to itch at his pox

(“it’s almost impressive,” roger breathes, watching robbie hook his foot over his shoulder to itch his neck. “who knew he was that flexible?”

“he gets it from veronica,” john say sagely. )

their pediatrician HATES them

“anOTHER kid?? another one. seriously??? how???”

meanwhile, at casa freddie

veronica is feeling v guilty that she’s having as good of a time as she is

freddie is like oMG A BABY!! and is going haywire getting her anything she could ever want or need

veronica’s hungry?

she gets an entire charcuterie platter just for her

(”does freddie know i can’t eat half of this?” she asks jim, nearly on the verge of hormonal pregancy tears.

“i’ll eat it, don’t worry,” says jim, pretending like he’s doing her a favor.

jim loves charcuterie

“does baby want caviar????” freddie bellows from the pantry)

her feet hurt??

freddie himself is rubbing them for her with this excellent cream he bought in la, think it’s made with bulls testicles but its lovely darling

on day 6 of the nightmare, daisy wakes up with a nightmare and the only person who will soothe her is veronica

literally

no one else

john, roger, and dom are all cuddling her in bed, trying to get her to stop crying because its 2:17am and the other kids are all asleep but no

ronnie and ronnie alone will calm her down

so roger bites the bullet and calls ronnie

ronnie, who is sleeping star fished out with no one and nothing touching her for the first time in ten years, her back supported by fifteen pillows and the silk sheets/goose feather duvet, is awoken by jim shaking her awake

“who is it?” ronnie grumbles, pushing back the silk eye mask that freddie so lovingly let her borrow

“mama?” daisy whimpers before descending into gut wrenching sobs

now, ronnie has been calling the kids every single day twice a day (breakfast and dinner) but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss them

she does

terribly

and she, too, starts tearing up as she shushes daisy, promising her it’s okay, no, scooby do doesn’t live in your closet, he can’t hurt you

it takes her thirty minutes to settle her down enough to go back to bed, and then another forty-five min for ronnie to stop crying herself

the next morning, she calls the other three and spends hours on the phone with each of the kids

even though kitty is only 2 years old and disinterested in anything other than playing with the chord

and that vera is still highly feverish and spends the entire phone call snoring in between furious boughs of itching

on day 8, HaHa are finally symptom free

“it’s going to take us eight days,” dom says, dazed, slathering a fresh batch of calamine onto vera’s back. on the floor, robbie is making like a dog and wriggling on the carpet in the hopes that it will quell the itching

“lord have mercy,” says roger, arms full of oatmeal as he rushes upstairs to where john had wrangled kitty into the tub

robbie manages to scab over, which they thought was great until they realize they shed

(roger pukes when he realizes it)

(the less said about it the better)

soon, all the healthy kids (daisy and haha) get stuck in one wing of the house while the others (robbie, vera, and kitty) get put in the other

roger, john, and dom take turns sleeping in opposite wings so that the kids are never alone

on day 10, vera’s fever breaks in time for her to experience a new round of blisters

(“can’t we just, i don’t know, knock her out?” dom asks over her crying. “might be more humane.”)

meanwhile, ronnie is depressed and missing her kids

phone calls just aren’t the same

so she escapes from garden lodge and runs away back home

knocking on the windows, she stands in the garden and waves to the kids, letting them open the windows so they can shout down to her

robbie, vaguely pink from the frankly terrifying amount of calamine lotion he’s been slathered in, hangs out the window

“mama!” he shouts. “i had thirty-seven scabs fall off today!! thirty-seven!”

“that’s wonderful, baby!” ronnie says, though she feels a little sick at the thought of it. “how are your sisters and brother?”

“mama, kitty broke my barbie and ha #1 threw up on my slippers,” daisy informs her from the other wing of the house. “daddy said shit when ha#1 threw up and then told me i wasn’t allowed to repeat it or tell you that he said shit....what does shit mean?”

ha #1 gets a boost from roger to look out the window. ronnie waves back at him before frowning, squinting up at him

“roger, i thought henry was better? why is he covered in spots?!”

“he missed his spots so he used a marker to color them in,” roger hollers back, hiking him up high on his hip. “john thinks it’ll wash off in a few days.”

ha#2 gets so excited at the sight of veronica that she runs right into the sliding glass door and fucking bounces off it

roger has to spend the whole visit soothing her and giving her one of the popsicles they bought for vera’s fever

meanwhile, dom is on the phone calming freddie down that “no, ronnie didn’t get kidnapped, she’s just visiting...”

john is holding kitty and having her wave down at ronnie while propping up a half-conscious vera who is immensely spotted and miserable, still wearing the oven mitts

which, in hindsight, is the kiss of death

turns out, john didn’t actually get the chicken pox at age five like he thought he did

JULIE got the chicken pox, and john spent the week at his grandma’s house getting fed ice cream and hobnobs

the next morning, the first spot appears

then another

and another

and before they know it

john is quarantined to the same wing of the house as vera, robbie, and kitty

“you’re an idiot,” dom sighs as she spoon feeds him chicken noodle soup while roger uses a cotton ball to spot calamine lotion on the worst of his blisters

“this is the worst thing thats ever happened to me,” bitches john, trying not to itch at his stomach

“papa, i don’t feel so good,” moans vera right before unleashing hell on the bedding

kitty and robbie heal up, and they advance to the healed wing of the house where roger spends his days enforcing naps (so he can nap) and playing monopoly

(he loses to robbie every round, even when he TRIES to win)

vera gets two more days in isolation before she’s deemed healthy, leaving just john to lay in quarantine alone, catching up on coronation street and his sleep

ronnie comes home after seventeen days bearing lots and lots of gifts for the kids

they all clamber all over her like puppies, each talking over the other as they talk about everything that they’ve done, what she missed, who had the most scabs (it was a tie between robbie and john), who threw up the most (vera), who had the highest fever (ha #2), and who ate the most oatmeal while in the bath (kitty).

that night, she is the only one allowed to put the kids to bed, tucking them each into bed with a kiss and a story

by the time she’s done, robbie snoring into his pillow, she’s exhausted

after seventeen days of pampering, she’s almost annoyed at having to share a bed again

she didn’t realize how lovely silk sheets were, or how nice it was to sleep diagonal

and did roger always run this hot at night??

but then dom curls up close next to her, her hand on her bump, and roger fluffs her pillows before she goes to sleep

and john slips his leg between hers to support her legs and she realizes that she’s never slept better

(that is until ha#1 throws himself into the middle of the bed announcing that he’d peed himself and no he hasn’t changed his pajamas)

#ot4 #john/ronnie/roger/dominiqe #the chicken pox incident #roger taylor #john deacon #caro writes #veronica tetzlaff #dominique beyrand

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Omg can we get something about Tiger going down on bff!Bill for the first time?

BEHOLD, MY EVEREST.

BB, I am so sorry. You sent me this ask like, months ago. And I have agonized over it ever since. For entirely selfish reasons, because BJs are SUCH A STRONG KINK of mine because let’s face it, I can actively fight a man of Bill’s size and literally make him whimper and cry by sheer force alone, but making a dude whimper and cry by picking him apart so slowly and deliciously until he’s exploding in pleasure? Fam, to me, that’s where the real power is.

UNFFFFF. I can only hope it was worth the wait.

***

He finally looked peaceful, he looked better. The skeletal form that had come through your door two weeks ago was (for the most part) gone, the healthier, rosy-cheeked, happy go lucky young man you were used to was back. It had taken awhile this round; nightmares plagued his nights and he remained withdrawn during the day. He hadn’t spoken much since he had been home, not nearly as much as you were used to, and you found yourself reaching out to him, using touch to ground him, to bring him back to you. Every day was a little better, but every night seemed to set him back a few steps all over again. His sleep schedule was still messed up, he would nod off in the middle of the afternoon for a few hours and still wasn’t able to venture out of the house for too long. It was part exhaustion from a long shoot, part jet lag from a few different locations, and part emotional healing. You had learned quickly that Bill’s default when faced with stress or distress, or any kind of upset to his normal rhythm—was sleep. When he was nervous, when he was anxious, when he was depressed or riddled with anxiety, his body shut down and his subconscious took over and he was dead to the world. This character had messed with his head, delving into the psyche had affected his own. He had admitted as much to you on a few late night FaceTime calls, the wee hours of the morning your time and the middle of the afternoon his time had been the only slot that had worked for your schedules and you happily obliged. The conversations never delved much past that, with him nearly falling asleep in front of his screen every single time.

But he was home now, and he was looking better. His frame had filled back out some, not quite to his normal, but closer than it had been. His sleep pattern was still messed up, which meant that at barely 6PM he had drawn the blackout blinds in your room, taking his shirt off and falling into your bed. You let him sleep as you got dinner ready, but a few hours later you went to wake him up knowing he’d have a hard time sleeping the night through if you let him go longer.

You watched him from the doorway for a few seconds, admiring his peacefulness. He was stretched on his back, one long arm extended beside him so that he took up nearly the whole bed. A pillow lay in the crook of his elbow, his other arm wrapping around his frame to rest his hand on it. You smiled—usually, that’s where you would be. Making your way into the room you gingerly climbed onto the bed, keeping your movements slow. Perching with your knees on either side of him, you leaned and pressed a gentle kiss on his bare stomach, just above his navel. He stirred slightly, but remained asleep. Smiling, you licked your lips and did it again, right below his navel this time. Another one, right beside that one. When he started to move a bit more, you licked from the band of his lounge pants up to his navel, dipping your tongue in. His eyes blinked open slowly, a slight groan leaving his lips, as he peered down at you.

“Hi,” you smiled up at him, and he didn’t miss the mischief in it. He shifted, closing his eyes briefly as he inhaled and then settling them back on you.

“Hey kid,” and he reached a hand down, cupping your face and running his thumb along your lips softly, “What’s up?”

“You won’t sleep tonight if you keep napping,” you hooked your hands into his pants and boxers, tugging them down, “Thought I’d wake you up for dinner.”

He smiled down at you, your favourite lopsided grin, and ran a hand through your hair. He lifted his hips, letting you slide his bottoms down his legs and off.

“Mission accomplished,” he murmured, and you grinned mischievously.

“Not quite yet,” leaning forward, you scraped your nails lightly on his thighs as you nipped playfully at his hip bone. He sucked in a sharp breath, settling down further into the mattress as his eyes closed. You licked your lips and pressed a kiss after your bite, moving across and sucking a small patch of skin on his lower stomach into your mouth.

He groaned, pushing his head back further into the pillows as his fist gripped your hair. You slid your mouth further along, placing a suckling kiss on the soft patch of skin a few inches below his belly button.

“You used to be…” you murmured, and you felt a shudder run through him as you pressed another kiss to him, “A little soft, right here.”

You nipped for emphasis, and he groaned. You licked over the same spot before moving your lips to the next one.

“Now you’re too skinny,” you said, your breath tickling him. You looked up at him, his eyes closed and his deep breaths coming out more rapidly. You made your way across to his other hip, placing slow kisses as you moved, licking every so often. His hips jutted forward and he groaned as you sucked a mark right next to his V-line and low on his belly, his hand easing its grip in your hair to stroke your cheek instead.

“No teasing tiger, please,” he whispered, and there was a needy desperation to it, “I can’t take it. Not now.” He writhed a little, settling his back further into the blankets as he drew his lip between his teeth.

“I won’t tease you bud, I promise,” you followed his happy trail, pressing your warm lips to every inch of it, making your way down, “I just can’t wait until you get some meat back on your bones.”

You kissed your way to the small patch of hair low beneath his navel, licking your way back up as he arched and gasped. Placing your hands on his hips, you steadied him back on the mattress.

“Tiger, please kid…” he started to beg, but you shushed him gently.

“You always take such good care of me, Bill,” you whispered, and you ran your nose lightly along his shaft. His fists dug into the sheets, his jaw clenching as he twitched.

“I’ll do the same for you,” you murmured. You gathered your hair in a bun, untangling his fist from the sheet and enclosing it around your hair. Once he had a good enough grip on it you brought your face down, licking a long, slow stroke up his shaft. He groaned from deep in his chest, his abs flexing as he tried to keep his hips on the mattress.

You did it again, taking your time to enjoy the way the veins throbbed beneath your tongue. You languidly licked over his head, flicking your tongue at the tip as he gasped.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, “The mouth on you, kid.”

You smiled, kissing his tip before wrapping your lips around it, sucking it into your mouth. He moaned again, his hips adjusting on the mattress as his hand tightened in your hair. He reached for your hand with his other one, looking for something to hang on to that wouldn’t hurt you, and you happily intertwined your fingers with his. You sucked at his tip, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue over it as he gasped.

“Tiger…” he said breathlessly, and you hummed. The vibrations sent a jolt through him, and he surged forward. Trying to stop the smile from taking over your lips, you took a deep breath through your nose, closing your fist around his base you sank your mouth down onto him, taking him as far as you could go.

“Fuck,” he cursed loudly, writhing under your mouth. You held him there for a second, swirling your tongue along the underside of him as you relaxed your throat. Squeezing his base, he let go a feral groan as you waited a second before taking more of him in your mouth. He cussed again, even louder this time, when he hit the back of your throat.

With your lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, you dragged your tongue along him as you pulled your mouth back up, sucking at his tip again. You pumped your fist around him, and he gave you the slightest nudge with the hand wound in your hair, pushing you forward ever so gently.

“Again kid, please,” he begged, “All of it, please…”

And you obliged him, taking all of him slowly into your mouth and swallowing around him when he hit the back of your throat. He cussed as you dragged your mouth back up, only to sink it all the way back down again. His abs constricted, his chest hollowing out with each breath as you rubbed your tongue along him. You groaned when he was in your throat, your muscles constricting around him and he whimpered. Bringing your mouth back to his tip, you sucked at it and swirled your tongue while he was fit snugly in your mouth, rubbing it along the underside before sinking your lips back around him and swallowing him again.

“Tiger,” he pleaded, and you noted the way his abs were constricting more rhythmically. He frantically let go of your hand, tapping at your shoulder as you kept his hips pushed down to the bed.

“Tiger I’m gonna….oh my god,” his eyes crossed and he bit into his own hand as you sucked harshly at his tip, moaning around it as his hips jutted forth under your hands. “Where should I….”

Your only response was to grip his base firmly again, sinking your mouth down to where your hand was wrapped around him.

“Fuck,” and it was a shout from deep in his throat, “God kid, are you su—“

But you didn’t give him the chance to finish his sentence, working your mouth up and down him with more pressure, your hand pumping whatever you couldn’t fit down your throat. He groaned loudly, clutching at your hair in his fist, his other hand reaching back for yours. It was when you shoved him to the back of your throat and gagged around him, your nails digging into his thighs as you moaned, that he finally lost control. With a drawn out groan he squeezed your hand, his entire upper body bowing off the bed as he held your head to him, every muscle in him tense and clenched as he released down your throat. He stilled, gasping at the tail end of it as he spasmed, his jaw slack and his eyes closed.

You swallowed around him and he moaned again when he realized, releasing his vice grip on your hair as soon as his muscles stopped constricting. Collapsing back on the bed with a heave, he held on loosely to one of your hands as he kept his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. You dragged your mouth off of him, swiping at your lips with the back of your hand as you moved to place a gentle kiss on his stomach. Making your way up his chest, you trailed kisses until you got to his chin.

“You okay, bud?” You asked. You brought your intertwined hands up by his head, resting your weight on it as you traced his brow with your other one. His eyes were still closed, his chest deflating with heavy breaths.

“I’ll get you some water,” he mumbled, but he didn’t look capable of moving just yet. His face, still lax with pleasure, held the faintest of smiles. You placed a gentle kiss between his eyebrows.

“How about I get you some water, bud?” You asked. He nodded, the faint smile growing bigger though his eyes stayed closed.

“Yeah,” he agreed, “Yeah, that sounds good.”

But when you went to move off of him, he pulled you back by the hand that was still in his.

“Not yet, though,” he murmured, as he shifted to lay you out underneath him. When you were on your back with him hovering over you, he finally opened his eyes and stared into yours.

“The mouth on you, kid,” he mumbled, as he traced his thumb along your lips, “You could kill a man with this mouth.”

He leaned, kissing you gently as you ran a hand through his hair. You pulled him to you, tucking his face in your neck and wrapping your legs around him so he’d rest his full weight on you. He sighed, inhaling deeply after and humming in content. But you frowned, you could still feel his hip bones digging in to you and his weight on you now paled in comparison to the usual way it would crush you into the mattress. You longed for that, again.

“You’re still a bag of bones,” you muttered miserably, and you felt his smile on your neck, “You don’t get anymore lovin’ until you thicken the fuck up.”

He brought his face to yours, smirking as he kissed you with a loud, wet smack of his lips on yours.

“Then make me, short stack.”

#Leilani answers #BFF!Bill #BFF!Bill HC #BFF!Bill headcanon #bill skarsgard #ALL THE BEEJS

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