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raibebe · 2 years

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Genre: fluff Words: 1.490 Prompt: Samoyed hybrid Jeno x fem. reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy?

A/N: I had Samoyed Jeno brainrot a couple of nights back and gave birth to this so I hope you enjoy it! Also please appreciate the gif-header, it took me way too long trying to make it look like the twitch layout without too much success :]

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“Hey guys, how are you? It’s been a while. I hope the prerecorded youtube videos were enough to bridge the time while I was gone,” Jeno giggled almost shyly into the camera, watching his viewers trickle in and the chat filling up with welcome back messages, his cute Samoyed emotes being used liberally by his subs. “I’ve been more than fine, thank you,” he smiled before reading out a bunch of resubs that had been happening during his short hiatus, happy that his audience didn’t seem to have forgotten about him. “Wow those were a lot, thank you so much for your support guys, it honestly means a lot,” he ended the seemingly endless reading, quickly taking a sip from his trusty Redbull. “Yeah, uhm. I still see a lot of people asking if I was sick or something because I look so tired… Which yeah… Sleeping has not been the easiest thing, especially with my heightened senses despite being able to puppy nap almost anywhere,” he interrupted himself with a shy giggle, feeling how his tail swished against the leather of his chair. “Yeah so, for those who aren’t following me on Twitter or Instagram… Two- no almost three weeks ago, my little pup was born. I’m a dad now. And my girlfriend and I decided that it was best if I took some time off of streaming so I could spend as much time as possible with them until the little one has settled into a somewhat regular routine with nursing and sleeping.” Pulling up the picture he had posted of a bundled up Haneul in his arms, only his way too big ears and fluffy tail visible, he shared his screen again to show the viewers who hadn’t seen it yet. “That’s my baby boy,” Jeno smiled, his eyes barely able to keep up with all the heart emotes and congratulations in chat. “Thank you so much, guys. We’ve been good. The pup and my girlfriend are both as healthy as they could be even though we’re both very tired. He sleeps really well but he’ll still wake up at least once a night because he’s hungry or simply because he wants some cuddles,” the Samoyed hybrid shared.

“Will you go back to your usual streaming schedule now? I don’t know yet, honestly. If I go back to three or four times a week, I’ll probably won’t stream as long? Being a first-time dad is exhausting, guys,” he laughed sheepishly, “We’re simply figuring out stuff as we’re going. Like my girlfriend is still high on hormones and can easily sleep way less than I do and be twice as energetic about it. She also already has nailed what the pup needs when he cries.” “You’ll learn that soon enough as well, don’t worry. Aaaah, that’s so sweet of you, thank you. I’m trying, I really am but sometimes he’ll just cry and cry until mommy takes him from me and he’s calm within a second. Which is just slightly offputting but he’s just more used to her I am guessing. And she is his primary source of food so there’s that.” “Will you share more of him? I haven’t really given it much thought yet. It’s not like I am some giant internet personality or something and he’s still very small and just so adorable that I might not always have the self-restraint to not post pictures of him literally everywhere. My whole camera roll is just pictures of him and my girlfriend,” Jeno giggled, “And it’s not like I could do anything if he ever decided he wants to visit me in the streaming room when he’s a little older or something. I don’t want him to think this room is off-limits or that he can’t come to me while I’m in here, you know?” For a little while, Jeno took in the flood of comments on the matter. “Aaah, I know people have very strong opinions about that kind of stuff but we’ll figure it out as we go. I’m also pretty bad at keeping things to myself. You already spoiled his name. Oh, well, yeah. In the post on Instagram, I did put his name in hangeul in the caption. So if you can read that, then yeah, you know his name.” Shrugging, Jeno took another sip from his Redbull can. You and he had debated whether or not to tell his audience Haneul’s name but in the end, Jeno had argued that he’d let it slip sooner or later anyway, so there was no use in hiding it in the first place. “Aaah, the auto-translation just translates it to sky?” He asked when he saw the comment fly by, his head tilting slightly to the right on instinct. “Well, that makes sense, that would be the literal translation of the characters. Pretty, isn’t it? Little sky puppy.” “Fitting if he has your ears. That’s true,” Jeno laughed, “His ears are so big right now. Like disproportionally big. His tail has the right length for his small body but the ears are just so big on him, it’s adorable. I could honestly just go on and on and on about how cute and adorable he is. God. I could keep going and show you about 200 pics of his ears”

“What game are we playing? Yes, let’s actually get started since most of you probably couldn’t care less about my pup and are here to see me play some games. Which is also what I am here for. So. We are playing something chill tonight. I know the room is pretty soundproof but I don’t wanna risk scaring the pup, so we will just hop into a game that I wanted to play for literally forever and I never picked it up because there are so many horror games on my list as well and I know you love seeing me scared. But as always, I’ll leave for a quick pee break and will be right back.” Smiling, Jeno turned up the chill background music for his viewers before he took off his headphones. From the corner of his eye, he could make out his chat erupting in messages of “chairno” with a bunch of hearts already as well as the little jamming dog emote Renjun had drawn and animated for him.

Still smiling, he slipped out of his streaming room to quickly go to the bathroom. But he didn’t go back without a detour to the living room where you had his stream up on the big TV, holding Haneul to your chest. “Hey baby,” Jeno whispered, carefully sitting down next to you to not jostle you and in turn Haneul even if he simply wanted to flop down on the cushions to cuddle up next to you and his baby boy. “He’s awake,” you smiled, gently caressing your son’s squishy cheek. “Hello my baby boy,” Jeno cooed, giving in to the urge that told him he had to gently nuzzle his head against Haneul’s tummy. He was too tiny to properly scent him but the gesture still gave Jeno so much comfort and it seemed to make Haneul happy as well, his mouth open wide in resemblance of a smile and his eyes slightly curved in what you swore would become his dad’s signature eye smile in no time. They were still a very stark blue but Jeno was sure they would darken up eventually. “Will you be a good baby while daddy has to work?” He asked, gently running a finger along the shell of one of the big puppy ears that sat atop of Haneul’s head that he’d need to grow into which twitched adorably at the touch. “He’ll be the best boy,” you smiled, “We’re gonna watch daddy’s stream until its bedtime, right Haneul?” Of course, it was way too early for your son to vocalize anything properly, so he simply kicked his little sock-clad feet at the sound of your voice. “He’s so excited,” Jeno giggled, holding his palm out for Haneul to kick against. “Because he just got a fresh diaper,” you laughed, “And his naptime with daddy was extra good.” “Oh was it?” “He told me himself,” you smiled, giggling into the kiss Jeno pressed against your lips.

“I gotta get back to work,” he sighed, his ears flattening against his head. “Off you go. Enjoy your game,” you shooed him, quickly pecking his lips again. “I’ll miss you,” he sighed. “You’re so dramatic,” you affectionately rolled your eyes. “Says the one who cried because she had to let her son out of her eyesight for a five-minute shower,” Jeno teased tight back, stretching out his tongue. “Go work, you idiot.” “I love you both too. Call me if you need anything.” “We’ll be fine, promise.” “Goodbye, baby boy,” Jeno smiled, pressing a featherlight kiss to Haneul’s forehead, “Be good for mommy while daddy isn’t here.”

#jeno #lee jeno #nct #nct dream #neowritingsnet #jeno fluff #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios

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harbingerwife · 11 days

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hi again almandine !! i hope uve been taking care of urself too and eating well ; ur most recent post reminded me that i wanted to ask, what does a sparring session between u and ajax usually look like ? does he use his foul legacy form ? id love to hear abt the specifics on ur hcs for ur s/is powers 🙇‍♀️🫶 wishing u well !!

HIIII, hi, Clara! It’s such a delight to see you again, I hope you’ve been well! <33

I feel like playfighting is, a fairly popular pastime for us together? And by playfighting I mean “we’re leaving this interaction with water in our lungs and scorched skin that hurts to to the touch.”

I’m still slightly unsure which direction I want to take the Genshin self-insert in but having a comfort + universal s/i that is quite literally “just me does” somewhat allow me more freedom and creative liberty with with the former so I’m making little changes here and there pretty actively.

I know in yesterday’s post I was like Genshin Lapis “has killed millions & will do so again” but I think I’m more inclined to take her into a different direction of “has killed millions & now just wants to settle down peacefully” — meaning that I think GI Lapis would be on the same power level as his foul legacy form, but definitely goes easier on him on purpose during sparring. It’s not because he thinks of Ajax as weak (she’s lovestruck & probably regularly tells him he’s the strongest warrior she’s ever seen in the many years that she has roamed the planet) but rather because all things considered, GI lapis is still… you know, the pyro dragon sovereign? And despite harnessing the power of the abyss and utilising foul legacy, Ajax is still only human.

I should mention that I’m not a huge fan of mortal/immortal dynamics personally but I hardly doubt that Tartaglia subscribes to “mortality” as we know it; if he did, the use of his delusion and foul legacy would have destroyed and terminated him by now, so I view him as human but not… mortal per se? That said, Ajax would be insistent on going all out, both of them, but she scolds him because she knows how using his foul legacy affects his health and it worries her. They still spar a lot! Lapis isn’t into fighting that much anymore but she is absolutely invested in improving Ajax’s skills. Just because she is against using her own full power and adamantly against him using foul legacy in their sparring sessions (unless it’s a special occasion) does not mean she won’t literally make it rain fire on him. They are both utterly infatuated though so no matter who wins in the end, it still ends with the two giggling & telling each other throw well they did while cuddling into each other (despite being uh, soaking wet with water and sweat combined). Technically both are victors every round; one wins through combat skill, the other wins by getting pinned to the floor. Godspeed

You know that one dialogue Ajax has about even taking on the Harbingers? Yeah, she supports that idea 100%; she LOATHES the fatui and the tsaritsa (+ her harbingers) (lapis finds them pretentious) and her personal pride doesn’t find the idea of being on the absolute top of the food chain not too bad either, so, he needs to be used to breaking a few bones here and there. Plus, Lapis doesn’t engage in her previous aggressions anymore so, it’s good to get some exercise in, she supposes. It’s a win-win.

As for specifics on her powers! I’m going to be talking from a gameplay perspective here. First of all? I’m pulling the same stunt MiHoYo pulled with the Tartaglia boss fight; the atmosphere during it, the intense music, the panic when you first fight him as one of the first ever bosses (though he becomes literally the easiest one after, whoops), his foul legacy attacks, the way he dashes so fast, the magnificent creature he summons from hydro — it’s intense, it’s gorgeous. And then uh, there’s the playable Tartaglia — who is, you know, not bad! I love him even though I always have terrible luck on his banners despite the fact that I started playing in 2021. But he is still just a tad… underwhelming compared to the grandness of the version of him that we fought.

Anyway, you’re getting the same thing with GI Lapis. He isn’t fast like Ajax but she is, um, like twice the size of foul legacy in her dragon form if not even bigger so that isn’t necessary anyhow. I actually want her to be fairly tall and domineering in her dragon/boss battle form, just like… slightly smaller than Azhdaha? She doesn’t change elements or such however; she remains bound to pyro. I do however want her boss battle to be in a really shallow water body so that the player is almost constantly experiencing reverse vapourise unless they pull some fuckass geo structure bullshit. I want the boss battle music to be quite similar to the Bloodborne soundtrack OSTs but with some Doom themes. Something cathartic and visceral, you know? And then there’s… her as a playable character.

Best support character/sub-DPS for Childe you can imagine. First of all? Pyro and Hydro = vapourise, which is arguably one of the best — if not the best — reactions in the game. Secondly… I want to somehow add energy recharge to her kit (preferably through one of the active skills) so that it enhances Tartaglia’s riptide the way Raiden does. I may make her either a catalyst or a sword (or claymore!) user depending on how I feel, that part is still undecided. As for her passive skill, I think it’d be so much funnier if MiHoYo made it specific like “Increases full team’s ATK by 10% if Tartaglia is in the team, with an additional 10% ATK bonus if vapourise is performed using both character’s skills” Imagine literally requiring another character to fully be able to utilise one character’s kit? Can you imagine the profit they’d make? I could be the perfect cashcow. Non-game play powers also include knife throwing, skill with blades in general and oh! She naturally runs cold and craves warmth so she is constantly using a little bit of her pyro powers to keep herself pleasantly warm.

I also think all of this would tie in nicely with the fact that GI Lapis is no longer the fearmongering dragon warlord that she once was? He, like the other dragons we’ve seen so far, is… more or less just enjoying retirement and works in the legal field almost entirely for fun (and mora); so her being on the battlefield or fighting will literally always 100% be because Ajax is involved somehow and she would do Anything to protect this man, no matter how stupid the thing may be. Plus she likes having a “justified” excuse to be a menace from time to time anyway. To summarise the lore I have for her: war lord dragon sovereign who used to consider international peace a mere suggestion suddenly decides on giving up violence and settling down with some random anime-european man. So. You know.

#I STARTED ANSWERING THIS LAST NIGHT & then ended up drafting it & forgot about it #regardless!! hi !! hi clara!#dimitri & dainsleif adore you so completely & utterly!#🍷#🫀🐚

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goddessofroyalty · 2 years

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It just occurred to me that Omega!Silco must have had a hard time giving up smoking and drinking during all of his pregnancies while living at The Drop (A place filled with drinking and smoking patrons) with Vander 😂

Did Silco develop somekind of hobby (eg knitting) to keep his fingers and mouth busy ?

Also did Silco's water ever broke in the most inconvenient time? (eg: At his stay in Piltover or during a negotiation? Or even during an argument with Benzo, lol)

Oh yeah, the thing I keep not including in any of my fics because I'm VERY aware of the effects of drinking and smoking on pregnancy and around young children despite not being 100% sure the characters do. I say that Silco stops drinking and smoking at least for the pregnancy for my peace of mind.

Also Random Pregnancy Culture Fun Fact: Guinness (the beer) was suggested to pregnant and nursing women to help boost their iron levels and help boost ones milk supply until basically we got modern iron supplements (and like most traditions it still lingers in some families), comes from the UK I believe. I actually know people who were given a pint (well glass IDK if it was an actual pint glass) of Guinness by family/partner to drink right after they gave birth. And while I'm aware you shouldn't drink alcohol while nursing I feel like that later tradition fits a bit too well here I kind of have to include it (and one glass of relatively low strength beer is pretty negligible).

(for Zaun Family) Viktor's the easiest at least on the drinking front because Silco isn't literally living in a bar. But he's probably been smoking since he was like at the oldest 12 himself so that habit is ingrained and going to be hard to break even for the length of a pregnancy (minus the time it took him to realise). And the poor bastard can't even have a celebratory drink when they do open the Last Drop because he's already pregnant with Claggor.

In basically every other verse and the other pregnancies in Zaun Family Oh yeah it's hard. But, you know, he's already putting in all the other effort to make the kid, so what's 9 months of no smokes or alcohol going to do to ensure they're as healthy and well off as possible? (Be even more of the reason he gets pregnancy insomnia thanks to withdrawals).

I do think Vander probably tries not to drink or smoke around him in some level of solidarity.

The obvious habit Silco might develop is nail biting (satisfies the hands and the mouth) and possibly drives him to keep his nails super short so he can't bite them. Food's probably another thing he can turn to (which you know he is eating for two). I could see him getting into the habit of sucking on the ends of pens because he does it without even thinking. I don't think he goes out looking for a hobby though, just gets extra habits.

Oh yeah I haven't told you guys about the idea with the fourth pregnancy while he's Zaun Representative offshoot of him giving birth in his office in PIltover have I?

Claggor's one where his waters break once he's already in active labour so is already well aware of what's going on and set himself up in his nest with the midwife by that time. And Mylo IDK for some reason I think he rides out the early part of that labour in their bathtub so his waters break while there if it's not also after he's been moved back to the bedroom and is in a bit more of the active labour phase (although it could be funny while he's making plans with like teenaged Sevika who already was kind of team 'not having kids' and is now EVEN MORE SET on that life decision despite Silco taking it in his stride).

... it's with Viktor isn't it? The one that came a bit earlier than predicted where he still hasn't fully learned the different between practice contractions and early labour. I mean it was a very effective method to get Benzo to shut up and back down even if it also made him turn a shade of green.

#Zaun Family #mpreg #Arcane mpreg #Silco Arcane #omegaverse #Arcane omegaverse #Ramblings of the Goddess #Q and A with the Goddess #Anon question #I mean I also know people who did drink and smoke #through their full pregnancies (different to the Guinness people)#(note I do not like these people partially for that reason)#but you know Silco is a Good Parent #and will just handle his personal suffering for the good of his kid #I do however think he possibly used booze to settle his babies #once they were born #either drinking it before nursing to pass it on to them #or rubbed whisky along their gums to help with teething #Which is still Not Great but somehow #I'm a little more comfortable with it (only a little)#Probably because they don't cause Fetal Alcohol Syndrom #And you yourself have to probably be shitfaced #to have a massive effect on them #but still don't do it any alcohol bad for babies #but these are not real babies they are fictional ones #and it's not like they have access to teething gel #so... ehhhhhh

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berlifamille · 6 months

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Name: Berlioz Bonfamille Age: Twenty-three Occupation: Concert pianist for Moulin Rouge (currently) Sexuality: Unsure Pronouns: He/Him Currently Playing: Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy Big Three: Capricorn sun, Libra moon, Gemini rising

Headcanons:

Berlioz has always felt like the black cat of his family, both literally and figuratively. Though the three were born within minutes of each other, being the youngest of the group made him feel like a bit of an outsider, which really just made him a bit mean as a kid. The easiest to make fun of was their butler, Edgar. He wasn't a bully, but just a bit of a tease to Marie and Toulouse, and remained that way until they had the worst week and a half of their lives.

Though they were all artistically inclined, Berlioz's best instrument has always been the piano. His mother started him on lessons when he was a child, learning the classics from a young age. Though Marie and Toulouse knew how to play a bit, Berlioz's interest in perfecting the instrument was greater than the two of them, and he often found himself correcting them whenever they played a wrong note. It resulted in a lot of bickering, which was always corrected by his mother, who reminded them just what kind of children they were supposed to be. Sticking to classical music made Berlioz feel like he was the refined young man his mother had hoped for him to be.

Despite never really telling her, playing for Marie has always been one of Berli's favorite things to do. Accompanying her was what inspired him to want to train to play for singers. He loved sitting and conducting her while he played when they were children, so, he figured he could perhaps do just that for a living. He was supposed to go to Juilliard in New York for college until their lives were upended by Edgar, the very butler he used to make fun of as a child.

Berlioz has no idea what happened to his siblings when they were trapped at Edgar's: he didn't want to ask, and he still isn't sure he wants to know. For him, the nine days were ones spent hungry--Berlioz was a thin kid, and leaving him with minimal food left him weaker than ever when they left. If he didn't feel like the runt of the litter before, he surely did when they'd left. Berlioz doesn't like to think about Edgar's much, particularly because he blames himself for it: had he been nicer to him when they were children, perhaps he wouldn't have felt angry enough to treat the three they way he did.

After they were set free, moving to Echo Isle was an adjustment. Berlioz started to be nicer to Marie and Toulouse, stopped picking fights with them, and put his head down to focus on his craft. Pouring himself into the piano was the only way he knew how to handle the trauma of being pulled away from their homes and betrayed by someone who had held such a large part in their lives. Over time, Marie and Toulouse have seemed to become more of themselves again, while Berlioz has remained a more subdued version of the kid he once was.

Though he never made it to Juilliard, Berlioz has still been able to find some version of his dream. After auditioning to be a practice pianist when they first got to the Isle, Berli worked his way up to become a sub, then the full-time accompanist for one of the main theatre directors on the island. He's perfectly content being on the island for now, not just because of the borders closing, but also he knows that Marie and Toulouse plan on being here for a while. With Moulin Rouge just opening, it reminds him a lot of home and his mother, leaving Berli with a strange sense of personal connection to the show.

He knows Marie and Toulouse are physically better prepared if something is to happen to them again, but Berlioz has shoved the thought of that far, far away. Though his body has recovered to where he was before getting taken, he's still by far the weakest of the three.

Has probably never dated anyone. He's extremely quiet and shy, and doesn't have a flirtatious bone in his body. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to, it just has never happened.

Learning that his father lived on the Isle and actually died before they knew who he was didn't affect Berlioz as much as it could've. In fact, he doesn't really care at all. As far as he's concerned, his siblings and his mother are his family, and he doesn't really need anyone else. The new half-siblings he's supposed to have won't ever know what they went through, so he doesn't really a see a point in trying to pretend.

#about

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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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my asks are getting so long that i literally need to reread your answers thrice to remember what i have to answer to Lord help me—

let's try to be organized (something i am really not lol)

1. i am, indeed, a huge tea lover. most importantly i am a huge tea drinker because guess what caffeine makes me sleepy instead of active and thus i like to drink a bunch of tea before going to bed despite me being italian i actually do not like the taste of coffee lmao

and people that know me also know i overshare a lot about things i like so yeah. green tea is one of my faves to drink like, without any alterations! any type of green tea and earl gray tea are high on my personal favourites — i also love roasted varieties like japanese genmaicha but they do taste real strong for beginners and people that don't really enjoy bitter flavours like i do. hhh if you've drank green tea and liked it that's good tho! even tho, despite matcha being green tea, it does taste like 5x stronger any tea you might've had in your life (it's also pastier on average bc it's not brewed like you usually brew normal tea)

white tea is also not the easiest to find but it's really sweet! totally recommend it if you like gentler flavours :3

2. now that i've ended the unnecessary long tea ramble, i do like to thing scara actually loves theatre. my reasoning being, his harbinger name / like literally that of every harbinger / comes from the italian tradition of commedia dell'arte, which is a type of theatre (even tho scaramouche got the french version of the original italian name), and even his given name kunikuzushi (literally country destroyer bc he's edgy like that) comes from a japanese theatre archetype! that man bathed in theatre references his entire life lmao also ye he's the balladeer

oh ye that french!genshin au was so filled with stuff... off the top of my head we had painter albedo, xiao and kaeya as decadent poets (literally one of my favourite french poetry style sigh), art critic zhongli, and then all the harbingers worked as actors at the opera as a sort of cover up for a criminal organisation let by the tsaritsa lmao. oh, and we had traveling merchant kazuha and rich son of the chinese aristocracy who fled to france to become an artist xingqiu which was so cute. they met every night at diluc's bar and made art and diluc pretended to be annoyed by it

3. smol language parenthesis, i actually found spanish harder than french lmao. like, rn i consider myself to be fluent in both but God if certain spanish grammar rules are filled with bullshit. but at the end of the day everyone is different so good luck with your spanish studies if you ever do commence them!

4. where i forgot what i was meant to be writing ah, yes!! the scara piece made me tear up a lil but it goes without saying as i am a massive scara stan and you, my friend, are a very good writer. and nothing thanks for the scara food which i absolutely enjoyed :33333

with this i'll go for real. first of all, because i have written way too much once again, and second of all i have forgotten if there was anything else in your original reply ahah. but i do, really, enjoy just talking like this with you!! our nightly exchanges always make me go to bed with a smile on my face ahah

with this i'll wish you good night! in italian we'd say ti voglio bene, which is kind of i love you but like, for friends? (it literally means i wish you well, it's funny because we're the only language i speak that actually does have a platonic ily)

with this, i wish you well a whole lot!

- 🍓

I have also been scrolling up to see what I need to reply too but no matter what the topic is, it’s always nice to talk to you <3 so I don’t mind at all

1. I’m also a big caffeine addict but I’m not sure it gives me the energy boost I need and it makes me pretty sleepy too. Hm, tea is starting to soy d rather tempting now.

1.2) the green tea I had really didn’t taste of much, it was a very subtle taste that I didn’t get, it was like drinking water,,, so it would be interesting to try it without any filters. I’ve heard matcha is good though !! So maybe I’ll have to give that a try when I’m ‘more experienced’ hehe. I like flavours I can taste, but I’ll still give anything a try.

2) I actually didn’t think of his real name also being a theatre reference, ah my little dramatic balladeer <3 I would watch him perform. But I did know about the Italian theatre that inspired the harbingers, and it’s all very interesting. Confusing, but interesting.

2.1) of course zhongli is the critic lmfao I love that, and Diluc still having a bar even in a completely different universe - that man is destined to be around alcohol even if he hates it. But the harbingers working as secret theatre performers? Goodness I’m so intrigued. Like this AU sounds really thought out and I’m so???? Like??? Hello what happens next??? Why are they undercover??? If you ever write snippets of this please just send some because I really love this idea. And Kazuha, my wanderer, oh I’m so soft for him just living his life and painting things because it makes him happy <33 I wonder if he writes poems on the side too? All of them sound wonderful, but I couldn’t help but giggle at Zhongli

3) I’m doomed if it’s not easy OTL, maybe I’ll just stick to flowery English that no one seems to understand sometimes like kazuha and call it a day ): but I’ll most likely try to take up learning a language when I start university this year so we’ll see which one I pick

4) berrryyyy… making me blush and smile and nearly cry from this. I liked writing it and I love hearing how much you and others liked it so you’re very welcome for the food<33 hope you’re not full though because there’s two more I have to write

5) this also makes me smile when we speak like this, a shame I’ve been so low on energy lately. I really didn’t want to make anything I said depressing so I just wait until I feel okay enough to reply.

- ti voglio bene, I really like that :,) it’s exactly what I mean instead of saying I love you, but platonic, so I might start signing our exchanges with that <3

For now, until I get to the second part, ti voglio bene, berry <3

#bun speaks #🍓 anon

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dreamcatcherrs · 3 years

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what makes them blush; mcyt x reader

+ fluff hours!

dream:

it's pretty hard to make him blush - even if you were the biggest flirt, you wouldn't be able to make him blush

he blushes the easiest by losing in a game or thinking about you in a *cough* not so family-friendly way

george:

george blushes easily, I think we'd all be able to guess that

small touches or gestures are the things that make him blush the most, though

like giving him food during a stream because he forgot to eat

sapnap:

sapnap blushes easily depending on how far into the relationship you are

the first month he blushes at literally everything - after 6 it's not so bad anymore

he blushes easily at physical touch when you're the one initiating it

badboyhalo:

bad isn't the one who is easiest to get to blush, despite what you'd think

when you get really flirty and touchy with him, though, he gets very blushy

he might flirt easily with you when it's as a joke, but when it gets serious, he's all blush and stutters

technoblade:

he's a pretty easy blusher, he's just very very good at hiding it from you

but trust me, when you run your fingers along his arm or twirl them around in his hair, he is burning up from the inside

good luck getting him to admit he's ever blushed before, though

wilbur soot:

like dream, I don't think it's easy to make wilbur blush just by flirting or using your words, but rather whenever he does something himself that reminds him of how in deep he is with you

getting caught up in just looking at you, for so long that he loses focus on the rest of the world makes him blush hard

jschlatt:

schlatt would seem like the hardest one to get to blush, but he actually isn't

it's pretty simple - he pushes love and affection away, but when it's impossible to avoid, he has no other choice

tell this man that you love him and throw all of your love and affection in his face, he'll be blushing in no time

corpse husband:

it can be easy to make him blush, surprisingly

compliments and praises - like saying how hard-working he is, or complimenting his appearance - is something that can make him very flustered

he knows that no matter how many times he denies it, you'll keep telling him that, and he'll continue to blush every time

karl jacobs:

we all know it's easy to make this man blush, especially when it's you

it's kinda hard to explain, but whenever he gets the feeling and realisation of how much he loves you - that's what makes him blush

like seeing you in his hoodie or doing something that he finds adorable will get him excited and blushy in no time

skeppy:

it is a piece of cake to get him to blush

all you have to do is literally just love him, and he'll be blushing💀

and he literally hates it because everyone teases him for it - even you

fundy:

getting fundy to blush literally just depends on his mood

he could wake up feeling super confident and just tease the shit out of you the whole day

or he could just be sitting there and just looking at you would make him blush

quackity:

alex is another pretty easy target, but he puts up a good fight

because most of the time he'd be the one trying to make you blush, definitely by using his jokes!

but when you're being very straight-forward with what you want and putting how much you love him into words, his face is RED

punz:

almost impossible, only because he is so cocky and confident that he can make you flustered just by existing and I mean is he wrong

I can't really see what would make him blush? only that he'd be taken aback if you didn't blush at all by all of his teasing, but that's all, really

awesamdude:

it's a back and forth kinda thing - one day he's making you blush, the next you're making him blush, etc.

he can get a little shy around you sometimes, and that's when you should try to make your move

flirt with him, touch him, call him sweet names - he will be a blushing mess

slimecicle:

it's hard to get him to blush - you have to try really hard if you want to succeed, is all I can say

he's usually the one making others blush, not the other way around

but, if you wanna give it a try, he is an easy target when in the middle of deep conversations past midnight - hit him with that poetry-type shit and there's a chance he might blush

eret:

the day you catch eret blushing is… well, never

it's damn near impossible to get him to blush

with that flirting demeanour he has and that deep ass voice? honey, he knows there's no chance you'll even try to make him blush

and if you did, he'd just laugh it off and tease you back for trying to get him to blush, but failing

foolish:

you can never tell when this man is blushing, cause he literally always covers it up with giggles

he laughs whenever he feels flustered and that's usually enough to cover it up, so it's great for his advantage

what gets him is receiving a lot of praise and being spoiled a lot with gifts

jack manifold:

he doesn't blush from a lot of things, but there is one easy thing you can do to get him to blush

and that is simply just flirting with him

he'll start feeling more and more flustered the longer you keep it going, and it's something he's gonna hate being teased for later

tommy:

BIG MAN NEVER BLUSHES

nah, jk, it's easy to make him blush - that is if you're a very blunt person and can go to extreme lengths to tease him

then you'll have him flustered and speechless in no time, as crazy as that sounds

tubbo:

it's pretty easy to make tubbo blush despite the amount of times we've seen him flirt with ranboo👀

and that's because he's pretty shy with the whole "being in a relationship" thing, though don't get me wrong, he'd still flirt with you

doing kind, crafty things for him, like making a flower crown for him, specifically with a flower he said he liked once - that makes him blush

ranboo:

ranboo can have his moments where it's easy for him to blush, but he's pretty good at talking/teasing back with you, so it's not super common

he blushes easily at any form of physical contact, especially when in a new relationship or only in the "crush" stages

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Genshin: Roommate HCs [V1]

To be honest, I just wanted to ramble some more and let my brainworms take over. This is sorta late but Happy Valentine’s everyone! I was gonna post this earlier but this honestly took me a long time to write so I moved it to today.

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. Seriously, as much as I love writing this non-serious fics. Why do you people like this?

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Based off my ramblings with Keqing anon: Link

Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

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Diluc

What? Diluc has a roommate? Did you blackmail him in living with you? Is that even possible? Did you throw yourself in front of his car because you needed someone to pay for your student loans and the easiest way was to file a lawsuit? In this economy no one would blame you. Diluc seems like such the self-isolated character that would murder his roommate in cold blood but in reality, he act’s detached from the world because he forgot how to socialize and he’s desperately trying to cover it up without choking. That or he’s trying to learn how to astral project. If he could drink away the pain he would but instead he buys 20 packs of grape Kool-Aid and injects it into his veins.

Does not and will not ever have a normal sleeping schedule. You’ll wake up to him working, come back home to him working, and will sleep to him still working. His daily dose of Vitamin D is from the brightness of his screen rather than the sun and he’s filter feeding at this point. It’s concerning. He’s going to crumble and he’s bringing the world down with him. Through the power of tax evasion. But as soon as he needs to walk out into society, he pulls movie magic and looks like perfection. It’s both physically and mentally disgusting.

He’s actually is a really nice roommate to have just so long as you give him space. Great cook and knows to clean up after himself. Though he does have crash and burn days where’s he’s completely out of commission. You could set the entire apartment on fire and he would sleep through it. The entire two weeks are dedicated to zombie eye marathons and then he’ll suddenly collapse and sleep for 46 hours straight. When he wakes up from his hibernation he’s the most groggy and nonsensical person. His life blood is coffee because you keep hiding the 5 hour energy away from him because, you know, life is enjoyable and those cancer bottles will actually kill him.

“University sucks our money out of our bodies faster than our will to live.”

Beidou [Happy Birthday Queen 💕]

Despite her appearance, she’s actually really strong and it scares the piss out of you when you’re doing something or scrolling through your phone mindlessly and you suddenly get your spine re-arranged when she slaps you on the back to ask what you’re doing. Likewise, when she hoists you up and throws you over her shoulder so you come with her on her 3am convivence store raids for alcohol. It’s either you change now or else we’re walking out of the apartment in your t-shirt and no pants self. She can and will carry you under her arm that way. It’s both incredibly attractive and horrifying at the same time.

She’s really friendly and a great talker if you’re alright with her “I must hold you in my arms, fresh prince of bel air style”. It doesn’t matter if you’re taller than her, she’s doing it. She does however, get in a bit of trouble from her rowdiness and you often get noise complaints but Beidou just passes them off to Ningguang and everything is fixed. She has ovaries of steel when neighbors rather confront her personally and she’s ready to 1v1 in the parking lot. You’re trying to desperately hold onto her shirt to stop her from pile driving your neighbors for the third time this week but she’s too strong.

She’s constant party until we die attitude and suffers the hangover in the morning. It’s actually really funny to catch her in her hangover moods because whatever filter Beidou had, which is none, is gone. She really takes “cursing like a sailor” or the next level and the amount of creativity she comes up with is actually impressive. She can be a bit messy but she’s really likeable and always down to go anywhere with you as long as you’ll do the same. It’s a very ride together, we die together situation. You’re my best friend, you’re dying with me. I’ll see you in hell.

“Imma T pose over my dad and then crash the car into the parking garage.”

Kaeya

Kaeya on the surface seems like such a chill roommate. And he is for the most part. But he’s such an ass. Your things are his things, no questions asked. If you just bought a really nice sweater or you had leftover food, that’s his now. He’s innocent until proven guilty even if he’s literally holding your lunch. The pure amount of bullshit he can spit out to convince you that no, he did not pull the fire alarm because he wanted an excuse for not going to work, puts him on Shakespeare level. He’s also very pretty, way too pretty, sir can you share some of your genes?

But aside from that, he’s actually super dependable. You forgot something at home? Sure, he has nothing better to do so he can bring them for you. We’re missing eggs? No problem, he’s just by the store. You’re 95% sure that he just wants to be cheeky and make you thank him for 20 minutes before he actually hands you what you asked for. It’s better for you if you never tell him anything you’re afraid of because Kaeya has no social cues, or more like he throws them out the window, and he’s probably a psychopath.

He’s incredibly private of his room and things despite his attitude towards yours. You’re convinced he either has a secret lab or that’s where he’s storing the bodies. I was the good guy but due to unfortunate circumstances, I need to stab a bitch. But he’s a really good serious talker for those 3am, because everything happens at 3am, talks about life and the meaning of the universe. It absolutely wrecks your sleep schedule but some of the things you talk about are the most crackhead things like what’s the lowest amount of money someone would have to pay you to walk outside without clothes? It’s a legitimate question.

“Never before have I been so offended with something I 100% agree with.”

Jean

Okay, what world did you save in a past life to live with his absolutely wonderful woman? Mother Teresa take a load off, take a seat. You have nothing to worry about. She’ll bring home little treats back home and it’s the most wholesome thing ever?? Is this what love and affection feels like? We’ve been starved for so long. She says it’s not a big deal and anyone would do it BUT THE MOMENT SOMEONE BUYS FOOD FOR YOU. IT’S A MAGICAL MOMENT. They are forever stuck in your will until proven otherwise. An absolute ray of sunshine that must be protected.

She does get super busy so you don’t often see each other or get to hang out as much. She’s a bit of a workaholic but a lot more easier to talk her into taking a break. She’s also a pretty decent cook but she prefers baking and jesus christ, girl can you calm down? Be still my beating heart, I’ve been smitten. Has mother hen vibes that you’re not sure if she’s your roommate or if she adopted you into her family. It’s time to start a petition for the Jean protection squad. Given the opportunity, I would aggressively hold your hand.

She’s always open to whatever you want to do. Any recommendations or things that you like she will try out at least once despite her busy schedule. She’s lowkey lonely because work consumes her so any time you want to hang out or do something together, she jumps on it like she’s feral. She get’s a bit shy to ask if she can join in on your plans because she doesn’t want to bother you or intrude no matter how many times you tell her that’s okay, she still get’s a bit iffy about it. Please save this girl before she trips. In your arms. Platonically. Just kidding haha. Unless?

“I can’t wait to see you happy and not hating everyone again haha.”

Childe

First impressions of Childe were great, until he opened his mouth and you realized how much of a two brain cell child(e) he was. He has two braincells because they constantly have to 1v1 in his brain. He’s lived with a lot of siblings so he has no social awareness or concept of privacy that you’re lucky if you come home and he’s half-dressed. It doesn’t matter if you’re 2 weeks older than him, he’s going to call you 82 years old and why your bones aren’t being fossilized at this point. He’s such a little shit, this fucker licks the yogurt lid peel.

He get’s really restless when he’s stuck under house arrest, because apparently 1v1ing in the parking lot of a Wendy’s is illegal for some reason, so he makes dying whale noises until he get’s to go outside again. But he’s actually a really wholesome guy, probably because of his younger siblings, that he’ll sometimes get you something because you seemed down and it’s such whiplash? Who is this man and where did he come from? You’re starting to have a change of heart before he tells you that he got banned from the library for accidently punching the school’s computer. How you “accidently” punch something you have no idea but Childe always comes home with some sort of injury. Maybe he’s just incredibly clumsy. For your sanity, you’re going to go with that.

He’s actually so uncultured that it’s crippling. You can’t blame him too much considering his upbringing and it’s great that he’s so interested in learning new things but...child no...It makes you want to take your spine out of your ass and rip it like a Beyblade. Watching him take chopsticks and stab his food like it’s marshmallows makes you want to fall into a blackhole and let the chair consume you.

“I, too, fantasize about beating the living shit out of people.”

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Is this another tag yourself game cause I resonate with Diluc. I’m crying in insomnia. As much as I enjoy writing these fics I absolutely hate tagging them. I remember I used to have a tag anon but that was back when I wrote for bnha.

Valentine’s Day was fun tho. I had a drinking game with friends as we played league then ended it off with a movie night.

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saeran, you promised mc the candlelight dinner. Do it.😈

🎀 Our Saeran be like: Alright alright, I know you're desperate for that, lovely. You'll get what you deserve~ 🎀

Under Candlelight

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: SE Saeran x Reader

Category: Fluff (Angst)

Warnings: Insecurities

Word count: 3947

Author's Note: Believe it or not.. When it comes to romance, this version of Saeran can be just as shy.

Summary: You're at the edge of sanity, knowing that tonight, he'd take you out.

It's the first real date you share.

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This is nerve-wracking to the bone! You fumbled with the strands of hair protesting against your hairstyle for the evening, wondering why they couldn't cooperate once in your life. Unable to tell what exactly’s waiting for you as the coming hour proceeded, all your nerves danced Tango ever since waking up to the reality of tonight being the night where you're actually getting back what's rightfully yours. Or at least a part that felt neglected for quite a while, although it's not his intention. Yet there's no denying, your emotions used to be buried for some time by now, it's liberating to know tonight's going to unleash some of the endless, circling feelings deep rooted inside your chest.

Or at least give them a pass, there's a reasonable explanation if they're going to spill over tonight. You stroked the dress right for the countless time, no matter how much work you've put into your appearance, it never felt complete somehow. Letting you speculate what he'd say to your effort. What would Saeran think? Saeran... The name alone caused your heart to bust through the roof. It's the first time you're having a real date with the redhead after winning this oddly stupid bet a week ago.

At least the embarrassment paid off for once, it's beautiful albeit uncomfortable to imagine a candlelight dinner with the one person who's constantly having you on the edge of sanity. Then again, you opened the lipstick next, trying to keep your hand from shaking and mess up the make-up. He'd literally seen you naked too often, heard your voice in all existing octaves while watching you come apart under his simple touches. But this date's what pushes you close to some breakdown, however that's possible. Due to the feelings you kept hidden for the little devil who had no qualms about turning your life upside down?

Maybe the fact he's not the type for cheesy, romantic cliches? What if he doesn't truly want this...? Despite your rational voice saying that's nothing but your insecurity nagging at your soul, you couldn't help worrying. Saeran wasn't someone open for love in such interpersonal relationships, what if he pushed himself? What when he forgot about tonight? Nonsense! You breathed through, hands coming straight with a wavering motion to stare strictly at yourself through the mirror. He's the one who asked about my favorite food two days ago... Stop being a scaredy-cat!

You scolded inside your head, putting away the lipstick after being mostly satisfied with your looks. There's not much else left, you're not the prettiest person from nature, so it's useless continuing. Dear... You sighed while checking everything inside your purse for the last time. Why am I beating myself up now... Deep down, however, you knew the reason as it's been familiar for years. The bell of your place ringing freed you from the internal monologues, also frightening your heart and almost jumped out of your chest. Oh God!!!

You gasped silently, turning your head left in right by the panic creeping in without warning. My shoes!! Losing balance for a moment, you clumsily put on high heels as quickly as humane possible. »A-A moment! I'm done–« Ashamed for being a stuttering mess already, you hopped to the door. It's not the easiest task closing high heels while reaching the end of the hall, luckily you managed it without paying the price of falling down. One last stroke over your hair and your shaky hand opened the door for the person waiting behind. Saeran's bright, minty glowing eyes found yours immediately.

»Hey, (N)« His red hair stood out as every time you're in his space, the fact he kept it chaotic left your heart bleeding helplessly. Surely he's aware how much you adored these strands in their natural form, therefore he didn't do anything to remove the beauty given from birth. It's so unfair, he must've done it on purpose. Oh my... Red flustered your cheeks when realizing he dressed up as well, simply albeit elegant. White...? He wore a white vest, the first thing you noticed. A tie fitting to the dark shoes and above all, he held a boutique of flowers in his left arm. Saeran? Bright clothes? That's unusual, but if it didn't look breathtaking.

»(N)?« Hearing him call you by name's unsettling, it brought you back into reality. You quickly stood straight, burying the shame scratching your body after staring uninhibited. »S-Sorry.. I... I spaced out..« The broken voice of yours didn't make it any more believable, at least he kept the comments to himself. Saeran's face's tense, now you're able to analyze his stuff posture as well. Seemed like you're not the only one unnerved about the situation. »It's fine. Here.. They're for you.« Unusual hesitant did Saeran held out the big boutique of flowers.

You expected lots of surprises for tonight, however, getting gifted with such beautiful plants hadn't been on the list. It's shocking in a way your throat suffocated from the warmth burning in the core of your stomach. Saeran went out of his way to buy and give you flowers, that's a one-time gesture you appreciated with every inch of your heart. »Wow.. They're so beautiful. Thank you so much!« You carefully took them, pointing back at the kitchen with your eyes. »Let me put them in a vase before we leave.«

The redhead nodded in response, waiting silently as you walked back in to keep them alive in water. They're beautiful... You're uncertain what kind of flower it is, he'd chosen the ones having the best condition, surely. After placing the vase onto the table, you pulled on your jacket when coming back to him. Saeran didn't speak, instead he let you lock the door and walk down the sidewalk with you. The air's warm despite the sun's absence, an advantage for the summer season. You looked up, the moon visible with millions of stars decorated the otherwise dark sky, street lamps were the only source of light on earth.

It's weird, you thought as your stare's glued to the ground in front of your feet afterwards. He's never that quiet with only you two around. »So... Where are we going tonight?« You asked, the slight hint of tension audible in your voice, making you pray he wouldn't take it the wrong way. »We have to drive to our location. I came with the car.« Right as he explained, he took the keys to unlock the big, red car parked at the sidewalk. You couldn't help but giggle lightheaded. »You mean Saeyoung's car? Hehe.« Saeran avoided your amusement skillfully by opening the door for you, the polite offer caught you on the wrong foot.

»It would take too long otherwise. Now get in.« With a huff escaping your lips, you did as demanded. Saeran closed the door and came beside you in the driver's seat. What a feeling... You've never been in the car once Saeran drove, you didn't even know he had a license. »Put the seat-belt on.« His tough tone remedied you. After making sure you're secure, Saeran turned his upper body around to not accidentally bump into another car. You pressed both hands against your knees, the air inside the car's way thicker than outside. He's so serious...

You peeked from the corner of your eye, yet his were focused on the road. What happened? A question haunting your head since opening the door for him. Neither nicknames like it's always the case, nor attempts on flirting. As if you're back to the start, when being simple strangers to each other. That's Saeran's behavior with most people living in his environment, but you're different. Leaving you break your mind over the reasons. What got him to act detached again. »Thank you for keeping your word.« You swallowed the lump blocking your throat. How seriously grateful you were for him to fulfill his promise's quiet silly.

Saeran switched gears, humming shortly to acknowledge he'd heard you. Damn... The drive took longer than suspected, passing by all these lights and buildings before arriving somewhere you've never been to. That didn't help your nerves whatsoever, especially with the silence dominating the car. You needed to start a conversation, just for the sake of your own sanity. »By the way... You look really good in white.« Okay, well, maybe not break the dam by complimenting his outfit. I'm such a hopeless mess, oh my god... You're about to hit your forehead and punish your stupidity. Saeran's faster, though.

»Thanks. It was Saeyoung's idea. And he insisted so hard I had no choice.« The imagination's killing some uncomfortable feelings. To see the older twin with glasses, urge his brother dressing up in the complete opposite style he'd preferred. You're capable to see the annoyed facial expression of Saeran and the eyes filled with stars of Saeyoung after convincing him. I wonder how much Saeyoung helped Saeran with this...? You bet a lot, given that the younger twin's less acquainted with such events. Unconsciously, your fingers went through your hair.

He didn't say anything about my looks yet... To admit that detail's almost impossible, it blurred your vision. A bitter taste spread on your tongue for feeling disappointed although there's no justification why you should feel that way. Maybe he didn't pay much attention or something... It's not the world... And yet. »We're here.« You choked on gagging by the sudden standstill of the car. Confused, you gazed out of the window, left with only many more questions as there's literally nothing. You had to stand in an isolated area, the start of a forest for all you knew.

There's grass underneath your feet when leaving the car. Some trees, a old way created by trampled dirt. What the hell...? »Um..« Not brave enough to ask the redhead what's going on exactly, you're seeking Saeran's eyes. To your bad luck, he began to walk down the dirty path into wherever the fuck you stood. »Com'on. I show you the way.« Taken aback, you followed him with the calls of owls further in the distance. Were you about to have a candlelit dinner or get murdered in the woods? Honestly, both seemed plausible with such setup.

Just wait... You calmed yourself, taking a deep breath from the cooler air. Too late you registered he came to a hold, the reason as to why you bumped into his back. »Oops– Haha, sorry..« You tried to apologize without coming off odd, the attempt ended in pure vain. Sometimes you're really tempted to hit yourself black and blue, seriously. Saeran's hand came around to find yours, he's flaming once again. The skin-on-skin contact chased goosebumps over your arms. Oh god–! No time to freak out, the redhead stepped aside. Wha... Your jaw felt open, but even after blinking frequently to assure it's no illusion, the scene in front stayed the same.

Was it real? There's a big table in the middle of a small space covered by grass and near standing trees. It's lit by candles, ironically, as they stood invited on the table with two chairs across from each other. There's the food you've told him about on the plate, glasses and stuff hidden away inside the food truck. What the... Your eyes pained since you forgot to blink. »I'm.. I hope this is okay.« Saeran squeezed your hand tighter, gaining your attention. His face's too tense, it must've hurt. Taking the second to watch him be, you realized he's holding himself completely strained. »I know I said I take you out to a candlelight dinner. I'm sorry that's all I can do.«

His raw words made you frown. What is he talking about...? Saeran let go of your hand, then. »I'm sure you expected to eat at a big restaurant or on a pretty terrace... But I, well..« He shrugged stiff, trying to play down whatever's plaguing his head. His voice lost strength until only a whisper remained. »Thinking to eat around a big crowd of people isn't... I can't do that.« One of his hands came around the other fist, rubbing the irritated skin in order to calm himself. Saeran's entire mouth went dry the longer he thought how childish all of it was. You should've gone with someone already having his crap together, he figured.

»I'm sorry if you looked forward to this and feel disappointed. If you don't like it, I take you back home.« He promised, yet you're unable to say anything. No word burning on your tongue's coming out. What...? You couldn't believe it, he's serious. Saeran thought this wasn't good enough. You shook your head in unbelief, unable to comprehend why he's insecure about this not living up to your expectations. It exceeded every single one you had; how could he think you're disappointed by all the work he put into this? That's not fair... Frustration rose up; therefore, you grabbed his hand. »Saeran, I..«

Your stare wandered over this place coming straight out of a Disney movie. That's when you also took his other hand into your grasp. It forced the redhead to turn back, still not meeting your face regardless. »This is absolutely gorgeous! How can you say that!? I... I'm so, so happy! It's perfect!« Meanwhile you began to smile wide, the excitement coming out from under all the worries now that you've been shown that he, indeed, took this to heart. You're a silly... Saeran took a step back, his complicated expression speaking walls considering he's not sure how far he's able to trust this. »Really? But– Weren't you hoping to go to a pretty place instead?«

He questioned persistently; the only answer given was you pulling him to the table. »This is thousand times better than any restaurant! What are you talking about?« Saeran's cheeks won reddish color because of that obvious reaction, like you're not even remotely discouraged by the alternative he and his brother decided on. At least it's less suffocating for his soul. »Alright. I'm glad if that's the case, then.« You sat down before Saeran got the chance to pull the chair for you, it didn't seem to bother you. If anything, you're beaming the way the sun herself would've been jealous and Saeran's almost ashamed of doubting your happiness.

»Now I also get why you asked for my favorite food! This is... so beautiful.« While soaking in your surroundings for the night, Saeran used the opportunity to fill the glasses with your favorite drink. »Yeah, I had to prepare it. I hope it's how you like it.« You chuckled, taking in his shape from across the table. Lit by the candles, his hair's even warmer than it already was. Everything about Saeran appeared soft. Gentle, if you dared to think. »But you know..« His pale hand came to a hold after filling the glasses, finding your red cheeks held by both hands.

As if your administration's gushing out without hold, he couldn't help but lick his lips in nervousness. »You didn't have to put all this effort into the evening... I'm sure this took forever.« Your hand waved over your head, pointing out to the fact he created a dinner worthy for a fairytale story. I feel so damn special... It's written in your every feeling, that emotion only he's able to bring to life. »What do you mean? Of course I had to.« He countered, crossing his arms on the edge of the table. »It was a promise I made. Also..« For a bit, he's the one speechless. Saeran gathered his words carefully, secretly thankful you offered him the time needed.

»I want you to have fun. That's the whole point.« Your lips pulled into a thin line. For you, maybe... Your inner voice husked torn. It's not just for fun... The warm fire wiggled sensually with the little wind rustling through the trees, his hair moving along comfortably. But I know it's not the same for you, I could never judge that... The smile creeping over your face's a bit painful, if you'd been honest. »Sure.. Fun sounds great.« Saeran's stare rested on your face as you took fork and knife. Of course, he picked up on the rather dull response. It's all just unfair...

»Are you not having fun?« God, you wished to sink into the ground forever. What to say–? You placed the cutlery back down, trying to come up with some good excuse before he's able to find the truth. »No- I mean, yes! I have fun. Don't worry about that, it's a lot of fun.« The stuttering took some confidence from your assurance. Saeran's eyes narrowed slightly, only an inch, but you're seeing it happening either way. »You're hiding something, aren't you?« And away it fell. The sweat had you shudder when being cooled down by the outside. Your face burned with shame, just like your fingertips. I'm ruining all his work-!

The hissing's unintentional, once started, however, you couldn't find yourself to stop. Self-hatred's an aspect of your past which you defeated after a long path of hard work. Despite it all, the tendencies for getting dragged back into that routine could be triggered in the wrong moments. Ending up in positions like now. He put so much effort into this... And I'm straight up ruin it! All because of these dumb feelings– Hot tears threatened to rise into your eyes, everything seemed to mock your lack of self-control. »(N)? What's wrong? I meant it, I can bring you back home if you don't like this.«

You hid the pathetic sight of your breaking facial expression behind both hands. Unable to accept your own behavior. »It's not that. I'm sorry.« The words came through only muffled. Why do I even continue this...? You asked yourself reproachfully. I keep hoping for shit that's beyond his comfort zone... I keep prying without considering his limits-! The more you thought back, the harder it became to believe he truly enjoyed your presence. How selfish could you be? Saeran said your name, slower this time. I can't take this... You stood up, holding your head low for him to overlook the tears rising into your closed eyes.

»I'm sorry you h-had to prepare all this for someone l-like me.« After you pushed the chair further, you stroked some loose strands of hair behind your ear in defeat. »I know h-how much you have to push yourself for these kind of things... I'm sorry I made you go that hard.« You reached your hands over the table, all the details which you weren't worthy of. God. This was a waste of his time, Saeran could've used the hours to find peace in his restless soul, for example. But instead you coerced him to play a role that's out of his reach, it wouldn't shock you to learn he's relieved once you decide to break this up. I'm so disgusting... This was wrong from the start, you acknowledged bitter.

»I'm so sorry for doing that to you... I better.. I go h-home myself.« Wouldn't take as long, considering you could call up a taxi. You pulled the phone from the purse, ready to leave behind the shame you've caused upon his preparations. You'd pay him back for the wasted food later on, you made a mental note for that. »Wait a moment.« Unwillingly your feet obeyed, waiting until Saeran's close enough for his sent to mess with your brain. Sweet, always so sweet it's having you at the edge of breaking down for the second time. Saeran's steps silenced once he's close to you, close enough to lift his hand and curl his fingers around your shoulder.

The touch's light, almost nonexistent and ending up in you feeling like a broken doll that fell from the shelve. »Why are you suddenly thinking that way?« Justified question to which you couldn't share the truthful answer. It wasn't the time, it's too soon for you both. Aware that you wouldn't have the heart to lie, you let the owls nearby take the upper hand in the conversation. »I'd never offer anything that I wouldn't uphold myself, (N).« He sighed heavily, letting out the stifling oxygen that's glued to you both since leaving. »Look, I know it's... I know you.«

His words drifted, you used all willpower to ignore both his stare and the ripping sound in your chest. »I know you looked forward to this a lot, even if you hid it. I could tell you're excited.« Saeran's hand's comfy against your cheek, especially when wiping away the annoying tears that found their way out. »I promise I'm not doing anything I don't want myself, okay? Believe me.« You refrained from sniffing once his nose rubbed in a cat like manner on your temple. »I know I'm not... The best choice for this stuff. I know I'm awkward. But that doesn't mean I don't want to be here with you.«

He mumbled into your ear, pulling you by the waist into a embrace. You gave in without putting in resistance, too embarrassed for worsening the night further. Don't say that... Your frown remained as your hands clung to his suit, face soon safely hidden in his chest. His heart's beating faster than normal. »You're a great choice, even if romantic plans aren't your thing. Don't say that.« A sniffing sound left by the lovely pressure of his hand running over your head. Saeran held you tight for quite a while, not that you're complaining. On the contrary, it felt similar to redemption when spilling some of these disgusting doubts and worries.

Even more so because he immediately proved them wrong. Man... What a rollercoaster of emotions again. »I think the food is cold now, though.« He cut in, reminding you that the plates stood on the table for at least an hour. You pulled away, rubbing away the rest of the tears. »Sorry... That's my fault.« But he shook his head, beautiful hair long enough to cover some of his bright iris. »No, you're not to blame. Don't worry, Princess.« Oh– How one simple nickname could kill a mountain of tension, it's unbelievable. »How about we just.. get some food instead. Maybe not the definition of a candlelight dinner, but hey. Better than going starved.«

You laughed by the suggestion with a slight sassy shimmer rushing over his face. He's not wrong... Saeran didn't complain as your fingers came around his, twisting them together to hold hands. »Sure, that sounds good as well!« He cracked a smirk, already on the move to reach the car. »Good. Takeout food it is, then.« Your heart lifted back up, just the same way your eyes looked back into the center of nowhere. »Hey, Saeran... What about the table?« A gasp's torn from your throat as he pulled you back against his chest, there he was. The man you're used to find and get your heart to die for. »Again, no worries. Saeyoung's going to take care of everything. I text him in the car.«

Saeran raised an eyebrow as you failed to keep in the next wave of laughter. »Haha, poor guy! I'm sure he won't be pleased by that outcome of all the preparation.« You'd apologize by the upcoming meeting as RFA group. Saeran sighed, taking the lead. Yet there's no denying the amusement he's sharing alongside yourself. »He'll be fine. He might whine, but that's okay.« Secretly rolling your eyes, you doubted that. Regardless, you let the night take its path however it felt naturally. And holding his hand surely did. »Okay, if you say so. Let's get some food now.«

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kuroko no basket thoughts:

season 1 (2 and 3 under the cut)

pick one name for this show please. and no it can’t be “the basketball which kuroko plays” bc that’s way too long.

it’s comfort show time! (I’m gonna get hate but I enjoy knb more than haikyuu-I’m only explaining that if asked).

these kids are so extra lol.

“ball is life”

I did learn almost everything I know about sports from sports anime and thats kinda helpful.

do you ever go up to someone you just met and make them outrageous promises and also declare yourself their partner? no? just kuroko things.

poor kise gets treated like an attack dog bc he can mimic attacks and he really doesn’t deserve that.

it’s funny bc the whole show is about middle school trauma (and drama) which is...pretty accurate.

also underneath all the absurd powers/abilities the narrative is really sweet and the story itself is about friendship. the super extra abilities and visuals are just to draw you in and add another layer because anime/manga is a visual storytelling medium.

gotta love how kuroko just does risky things and then his tall friends come to back him up.

he promised kagami a partnership for basketball but kagami is really acting as his bodyguard to keep kuroko safe so they can actually play basketball.

does mitobe ever...speak?

midorima and midoriya are green and lucky. (no really, I refer to midoriya as deku to avoid mental confusion between the characters).

is midorima’s way of shooting threes even...possible/practical? (I’m sure this has been answered before but please send me links if it has).

it’s the color coordinated flip phones for me.

you know it’s 2000s- 2010s anime when they start bringing out the colored flip phones.

midorima is that bitch with everyones star chart memorized and you best believe he knows everyones lucky items too.

despite being some of the more basic character designs, I really like takao, izuki, and imayoshi.

hyuga is great. of course his personality is a little warped after having to destroy his figurines.

on that note aida is a sadist which is also great.

tbh all of the miracles are treated like tools by their highschool teams and thats 1 rude, 2 kinda fucked up, and 3 the reason they’re all stuck up assholes with god complexes.

the FUCKING TENSION at the tables when kise, midorima, kagami, and kuroko are at the restaurant together. (also takao leaving midorima there like the chaos agent he is, *chefs kiss*).

the flying food that just so happens to land on midorima’s head for me. (good job takao!)

SAKURAIIIIIIIII my favorite apologetic mushroom!! I love him.

they really called him “mushroom #9” ahhhhh.

honey lemons...no not like that.

so theres the “defeat my evil ex teammates” angle or the “defeat my evil exes” angle and both are correct.

its the ken burns-esque montages for me.

ah I forgot about kaijo’s rebound bitch. he’s loud.

imayoshi is such a snake. I love him.

kaijo got the best deal on a miracle. aomine is Difficult to work with, midorima is crazy, murasakibara doesn’t even like the sport, and akashi is Crazy™. kise is objectively the most normal and easiest to have on a team. plus he (debatably) has the best ability: perfect copy.

season 2

ah yes get ready for himura tatsuya and Cringe english.

also tepei you literally broke the “first years only” rule you helped create.

when murasakibara is on screen: attack on titan theme intensifies.

I think I like the visuals for the first op of season 2 (3rd overall op) the most. (it may be my overall favorite op).

murasakibara YOU CANT JUST RIP OFF SOMEONES EYEBROW!

vanishing drive here we come!

the real question is how himuro played street ball in jeans.

for midorima size does matter lol.

blond hyuga is always funny.

izuki being called cutie by the coaches dad lol.

ah the required hot springs fanservice episode.

being out of highschool now (I’m rewatching knb) the Kirisaki Daiichi High match is more painful. hanamiya is too cruel to ruin people’s lives like that.

the best scene is in episode 38. it involves scissors.

akashi literally owns all of them. he’s not your “former” captian if you still come when called.

akashi you can’t just stab people.

also your bangs look terrible akashi.

forget midorima’s shots, how TF does aomine do this!! are they possible? or would making them irl be more luck than skill?

midorima looks like a carrot in his uniform with the orange and green.

the best part of this is the matches are pretty short all things considered like theres two 6 episode matches and the final is like 9 but most are resolved kn less than five.

as a short person™, murasakibara personally offends me.

phantom shot is so hype.

I love how they name attacks like in shonen. it’s really cute.

why’s my favorite character type either pretty boy: himuro and takao or psychopath: akashi??

it should be illegal to not only break the basket but also single handedly lift up another human.

is kise allowed to talk to kagami and murasakibara during the yosen match? what was he doing so close to the court?

I’ve always thought hyuga, riko, and teppei gave off poly relationship vibes. they all look at each other/interact in the same way.

kagami as a point guard actually made me laugh out loud. it’s so out of character for him and it surprised yosen.

I love the end cards with the characters at the end of every episode.

crunchyroll has given me so many quest protein bar ads. is it because I’m watching sports anime?

himuro’s fakeouts give me death note “I know that you know that I know” vibes.

is the montage music the same as an op? if so which one?

season 3

I SHARE A BIRTHDAY WITH A KNB CHARACTER!

it’s fun that seirin comes full circle and plays kaijo basically last in the winter cup as they were the first team they scrimmaged in the series.

the pacing and balance of the show is one of the best parts. its complete and flows well .

the black wristband is so subtle, yet it’s been there since the beginning, such good foreshadowing. I honestly only noticed because I’m rewatching.

the nostalgia of the opening narration about the generation of miracles. yes it will get tiring like the first one, but I enjoy the throwback/reference.

one of the show’s strong points is the ability to circle back to things. combined with the steady pacing and overall balance between matches, training arcs, and fun excursions, knb is one of the most well rounded and complete feeling anime I have seen.

1 I forgot about haizaki, 2 he looked better with his middle school hairstyle, 3 he and hanamiya would get along like a house on fire.

the transition in the opening narration of the miracles from teiko to their current team’s uniform is so smooth and visually pleasing. especially akashi’s because you can see his eye change color.

the fireworks in the opening are kinda random but they are fun.

so I really loved bungou stray dogs op trash candy and it got me into granrodeo. I also remember liking (and still like) the music in knb. imagine my surprise when I found out granrodeo is responsible for like half the music in knb.

there’s so many grudge matches lol.

season three, the season of backstory and flashbacks.

aomine to haizaki: the only one who can mess with my friends is me.

ah the not so subtle introduction of rakuzan.

akashi has cat eyes. he literally is a cat.

ok but during the shutoku match when akashi ankle breaks two guys at once and then literally dribbles the ball over one of their heads. power move.

takao and midorima’s threes in the rakuzan match remind me of hinata and kageyama’s Freak-Quick attack.

I love mibuchi. so much. and hayama. so rakuzan might be my favorite team after seirin...

akashi is short. and a bit of a psychopath, but mostly short.

the bokushi/oreshi thing is a lot more obvious to see (hear) in a rewatch of the show.

SHAKE MIDORIMA’s FUCKING HAND AKASHI!

midorima doesn’t bow low, kinda like another tall, (standoffish) glasses-wearing character- tsukishima.

“declaration of war” “return the favor” kise is such a dynamic character and I like him for that.

isn’t kise a little too op?

awww I forgot furihata plays in the kaijo game.

kasamatsu is actually really cool.

it’s a shame that every new technique kuroko comes up with is defeated so quickly.

the TEIKO DAYS OP OMG I’M GONNA CRY!! THEY’RE SO SMALL AND CUTE AND INNOCENT AHHHHHHH! (episode 63)

knb is about fixing friendships/repairing relationships and I think that’s really sweet.

the similarities between aomine and kagami meeting kuroko are so good (and painful).

kuroko just really loves and cares about his friends. which is really nice to see.

the height difference between nijimura and akashi at teiko.

kuroko really said: my life was kinda a disaster, and then akashi happened and I picked up a misdirection book, and then it really turned into a disaster.

onigiri oops I mean Ogiwara-kun!

the miracles are sooooooo cute in middle school! they’re tiny and look so young and not traumatized.

underrated part of the teiko flashbacks is seeing whatever ridiculous item midorima is carrying around.

true talent is throwing a box of snacks like a basket ball and successfully hitting a moving target in the face.

me confusing personality types with Japanese blood type stereotypes: theres no way midorima is type B, he should be type A. me after reading what Japanese blood type stereotypes are: ah never mind midorima is selfish and uncooperative.

knb is also about unlearning behaviors/thought patterns to be a better person. and making fucking friends.

watching the miracles fall apart is not easier the second time, if anything it hurts more because you know it’s coming and there’s nothing you can do.

teiko was so toxic! like on every level the ideology of the school caused harm to literal children.

akashi does have a wholeass suit of armor in the dining room wtf.

there’s also of course the competing victory philosophies explored in the show not to mention the sport elements that are outside my immediate range of knowledge.

look at what you did, teiko: you fucked up a perfectly good group of kids, now they have god complexes.

so not only is Tsuchida’s girlfriend really pretty, but she’s also smooth af! way to make your s/o feel good about not being a starter!

the love I feel for mitobe, he’s honestly so great. he’s tall, quiet, and can cook.

of course rakuzan get’s their own op, they’re the final battle.

HAHAHAHA HOW DOES IT FEEL TO GET REPLACED?! (jk I love mayuzumi) but really making a kuroko 2.0 and debuting him during finals is cruel.

is mibuchi’s earth shot like allowed? is it ok to intentionally foul the opponent to get a free throw? or am I just overthinking this?

nebuya you don’t have to add “muscles” to all your move names. in fact please don’t.

YOU CAN’T DUNK YOU’RE ONLY 5′8″!! (not fair!)

hyuga gets stuck in his own head a lot.

only akashi would know how to manipulate the human body into kneeling.

rip mayuzumi. he gets used by everyone. his team, akashi, and kuroko. I would not be able to go back on the court knowing that I’m just a tool.

I honestly forget about the zone every time I watch knb. I could probably live without it. the flashy moves on the court were enough for me.

he’s baaaaacckkkk!!!

I like that while a winner was established, all the teams were still motivated for the future.

was anyone going to tell me nijimura and akashi switched jersey numbers at teiko when akashi took over as captain?? or was I just supposed to piece that together myself?

the extra episode for kuroko’s birthday is so cute!

midorima calling takao because his luck is bad and he saw a black cat is too funny.

it’s ok kuroko! for one day out of the year people remember you!

takao the delivery man: he specializes in special items for cancers and the occasional human named midorima shintaro (or himuro tatsuya lol).

furihata really has the worst luck lol. he opens the door and it’s akashi.

(last game is dead to me)

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𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

note: part two to the college headcanons! part one can be found here! i had a lot of fun writing these and i hope everyone enjoys them :) teacher/student dynamic warning for zeke and hange's, and i guess bullying for annie's :/

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

the very definition of kind-hearted frat boy who doesn’t fit the stereotype he’s been assigned at all

starts off with accounting before realizing he hates math, moves into business management and marketing

the linkedin profile is absolutely popping, 500+ connections and details about every club and organization he’s ever been a part of

the friend that helps everyone find internships and fixes their resumes while offering helpful advice and not being condescending… anyways so that’s how you meet porco

he works at the career center 100% and does various coaching/prep help, and you, pieck’s friend, are in desperate need of an internship

so you’re complaining to your friend as usual, when she tells you to stop by the building and ask for a “pock”

so you do just that, walking in and asking for “pock” and porco is a little stunned by this pretty stranger calling him by a nickname reserved for his close friends, and even then he just barely tolerates it

but he doesn’t want to correct you, especially since you’re being so sweet and he can tell you need some help

so a meeting at the career center slowly turns into facetime calls to review applications and last-minute edits, stopping by your dorm to help you fill out paperwork and walking together to mail it out

i have a feeling porco doesn’t wanna be too forward, and he thinks he’s being very aloof and casual, when he really just seems oblivious

and you cannot tell for the life of you if he likes you or he’s just being friendly since you’re close with pieck

finally after you land the internship and won't have your normal excuse to spend time with him, you get the guts you've been searching for

you tell him about the position later in the day, stopping by the center for hopefully the last time

"by the way, my number's on my resume if you're ever gonna ask me out."

leaves pocky-boy flustered and red and scrambling to ask you out, and you have been happily dating since

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

oh boy

conny is a very typical college kid in the sense that he will sleep through every 8 am class he has, blow off class to go wait in line for the nacho bar, and has adopted the mantra ‘c’s get degrees’

but he is an extremely lovable education major with a focus in history

rarely seen without his shadow sasha, but now that she started dating niccolo, she thinks that conny could use a relationship too, and that it might do him some good to be with a funny, down-to-earth person

thus begins the most grueling two weeks for every girl on campus, as sasha hunts down girls that she thinks would be a good match for her best friend

this includes airdropping a photo of conny to the lecture hall with the caption “would you date this man? serious inquiries only”

creates a fake tinder complete with a google form to narrow down the options

however, none of this is necessary because sasha bumps into you in the smoothie line and causes your triple berry blend to go flying

she helps you clean up and idle conversation leads to you talking about dates and so forth

“well, i’d love to set you up with my best friend? how do you feel about a blind date?”

yes, conny met you, the love of his life, on a blind date set up by sasha with a stranger

it’s one of those funny stories that people don’t believe when you tell them, because how ridiculous is that, but you both think it’s perfect since you get along so well and it made all the waiting worth it

bonus: double dates with sasha and niccolo! fondue night at their apartment, going to the arcade and having to lug up sasha and her food baby while niccolo parks the car, just overall a grand time :)

𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

zeke yeager, ph.d. started his new job at university with one rule in mind: absolutely no illicit affairs

he also coaches the club baseball team, because why not get involved on your campus

he really believes that he’s gonna stick with it too, despite the overwhelming number of students who come to his office hours with questions that his less handsome teaching assistants could answer

but no, he doesn’t want to earn a reputation as that professor, and so he heads into the new semester with absolutely no lingering thoughts of an exciting little dalliance to get him through the monotonous days

he knows his huge lecture classes would always come with a few pretty students, but it’s the smaller, upper-level psych class he’s teaching when he meets you for the first time

zeke has you all figured out, or so he thinks. sitting in the front row, raising your hand for questions he wasn’t expecting anyone to actually have an answer to, neatly handwritten notes in a color-coded notebook. he wouldn’t peg you for the type to jump and take the risk by starting a relationship with a professor.

but he soon realizes that he didn’t have you as figured out as he thought he did.

you avoid the gaggle of freshmen during office hours by scheduling meetings instead, sometimes right before class, coming to him with two cups of coffee and a wide smile that actually had him fooled into thinking you were here for academic reasons

this facade quickly fades though, because after a semester of interactions with you and getting more and more comfortable with each other, to the point where coffee orders are memorized and it’s zeke rather than professor yeager, you’ve had just about enough

he knows he’s fucked when you come visit him at practice for the baseball team, bringing him a drink and engaging in conversation while the players watch their coach flirt with you

he’s especially fucked when he realizes he’s looking forward to practice just because there’s a chance you’ll stop by on your way to your next class

you submit your final paper early, nearly a week before it’s due and of course the first in the class to do so, and waltz into his office the next day with another steaming cup of his favorite drink

“you submitted your paper pretty early, you know.”

“i know. i also know that it means i’m not your student anymore, so if you were going to make a move, now’s the time.”

no, he definitely had underestimated how much he knew about you.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

mikasa is a forensic sciences major and is still debating on the minor- she’s torn between criminal justice or history like armin.

she loves her major classes, but she just wants something else interesting to look forward to as well, so armin suggests sitting in on a couple classes early in the semester and getting a taste for it.

so you don’t really think twice when she claims the empty seat next to you on the first day of classes, smiling politely and paying attention to the professor. you do notice, however, that she’s not writing anything down or looking at the syllabus, leading you to strike a conversation on why that is.

she explains herself and then before you even know it, the lecture ends and you spent the last forty minutes talking to mikasa about anything and everything.

she’s sitting in on another class tomorrow, and absent mindedly invites you to come along, to which you agree all too quickly, because why wouldn’t you

numbers are exchanged, times are fixed, and mikasa leaves wondering why she’s so excited at the idea of sitting with you in class again.

you two hate the history class she had chosen, with the professor droning on and on and you being focused entirely on the conversation you’re having with mikasa

until the professor kicks the two of you out for not shutting up, that is

you’re both laughing hysterically once you reach the hallway

“i’m gonna have to discourage you from doing that history minor if that’s what all the classes are like.”

“well, i have to do criminal justice so we can have that class together, anyways.”

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭

true to form, annie goes into one of the most difficult majors: cheg. definitely flies through intro courses with straight As and minimal effort, but that’s also mostly because all she and bertholdt do is study

reiner tries his hardest to get her to go to a party every once in a while, but usually to no avail because she always has an exam to study for

you’re a tutor, and honestly, you’d say you were pretty good at your job. you can answer questions and explain reasonings fairly well to confused students. but when annie comes to your office hours with some complicated problems and she’s asking for explanations that you just don’t have, you literally feel your face burn with heat for the entirety of the time she’s there

long story short, your first encounter is embarrassing, to say the least. you’re stumbling over words as you try to look through your old notes and piece together an answer for annie, who you cannot even look in the eyes.

anyways, she leaves eventually and you want a hole to open in the ground and swallow you up, but at least she won’t be back next week, right?

wrong.

miss leonhart doesn’t know how to express her feelings any better than you, so her way of flirting is spending time with you in the tutor center as you fail to answer her questions time and time again

you want to scream at her to stop coming because she and you both know you’re not helping either of you with this

but also you really don’t want her to stop coming because you don’t have any other ways to see her outside of class

both of you reach your wit’s end on the same day, her coming to you with the absolute easiest problems she could find in the textbook, and you with every intention of asking her out to dinner

she opens her book, and you reach and close it quickly

“unless this is the only way you know how to flirt, something has to change now.”

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐞

dr. zoë teaches, just, way too many classes

we’re talking multiple chemistry labs and upper-level research courses as well

you’re just a ph.d. student doing rotations as per usual, and you’ve heard the comments from students senior to you about dr. zoë, who makes every student in rotation say hange instead of the formal way you’re used to

you’ve heard everything from crazy to genius and everything in between

what you weren’t expecting was… so good looking, and young? and comforting? and talking about all the things that you didn’t have the guts to bring up with other people, like how you always feel a little left out in the field and that you think no one cares about your research interests that much—a lot of stuff that you find yourself pouring out to hange on your very first day in the lab

you’re wondering why it’s so easy to talk to them, and why none of the other rotations ever felt this comfortable

and then you realize you’re spilling your guts to someone who probably doesn’t even care, and has way more to deal with on their plate than a ph.d. student with imposter syndrome

so you’re apologizing right after you’ve finished, when you’re met with the warmest look and a reassuring hand on your shoulder

it’s so easy to fall after that, with weekly meetings and regular check-ins, and you know it’s wrong to have this strange crush on your superior, but hange really feels like the one person you can count on here

you hide the crush in favor of getting the mentorship you desperately think you need, but it’s not long until you’re onto the next rotation and the next lab’s work is even closer to the stuff you love

you hate the way you feel, that you’re not gonna have any reason to keep in touch and you never even got to explain how you feel about them—and that you didn’t even get to experience hange’s energy because she was always listening and helping you out

it’s not until you get a text the night before your first day in the new lab from hange, filled with reassuring words and asking for a coffee date later in the week to talk about how it goes, that you realize just how well hange understood you

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

last but not least, miss pieck is double majoring in french and public health

absolutely obsessed with her majors and loves the subjects, but works herself to death to keep up with it all

you don’t even realize that the pretty, studious girl you’re seeing in the library all the time is the same girl you spot with some of your friends from class

pieck is as oblivious as they come. you invite her on study dates after you two are introduced by reiner, invite her to get coffee after a particularly late night of studying, pretty much start spending most of your days together

you can’t help but be disappointed that pieck doesn’t see you in that way, because you’ve slowly been falling head over heels, but you accept that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, and you still love the friendship you two have

it takes a while for things to click for pieck, but they do right as the semester eases up

once exams are over, you two decide to go to these famous parties porco and reiner never stop talking about

it’s not the usual scene you’re comfortable with, but what’s wrong with letting loose a little, especially after midterms? no harm in having fun, right?

wrong again! you definitely get plastered way too quickly, and eventually pieck takes you to a room to settle down

drunk confessions of love aren’t usually the way to go, but you can’t help but reveal everything you’ve been feeling for the last few months when pieck is taking care of you in your current state

you definitely wake up hungover and ignorant to last night’s shenanigans, but you’re in your dorm, with a bottle of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand, phone plugged in and shoes off

pieck comes back with breakfast, coffee and your favorite pastries, and checks up on you

“so.. about last night..”

“i’m so sorry, did i throw up on you?”

“no, but you did say you were in love with me. was that just a drunk thing, or is it a sober thing too? because i think i’m in love with you too.”

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sscoutregimentss · 3 years

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L, D, F, U and Y w eren pwease🥺

modern au, again. also, i realize these arent very romantic lololol ohhhh well.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Helping out with Historia's volunteer club has gotten him pretty used to kids, but honestly half the time he floats off to the corner and doesn't really interact with them because they're so preoccupied with Connie and Sasha being... Connie and Sasha.

He actually does pretty well with older kids like 9-13 year olds, mainly his dad's friend's nephew Falco. He thinks Eren is like the coolest guy ever (next to Reiner. Sorry Eren you're not taking his spot any time soon lol) and Eren thinks Falco is really sweet.

I like to think that toddlers like Eren too, especially when he gives them those pretty smiles that light up his entire face. But he prefers to be with older kids if he can. Mainly because he's a little shit and can get them to do stuff for him.

The amount of times he has gotten Falco to run errands or do chores for him in exchange for ice cream (or like... Vbucks... do 13 year olds still play fortnite? I'm lost) only for the poor kid to never see said ice cream... uncountable. If he paid it all at once he'd be dead broke.

And despite Gabi fronting about hating him because him and Reiner aren't friends anymore, she enjoys hanging out with him and Falco because Eren doesn't really baby them as much as her cousin and his friends do. Those two butt heads like crazy, though. He literally doesn't call her by her name, he just calls her "Brat" or other variations.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I'll talk about settling down more in the next letter, but Eren is like both the most messy and most clean person ever.

He's the type of person to let his environment reflect himself. If he's stressed, his room looks like a pigsty. When he gets angry, he purposefully makes messes, because punching a hole in the wall means he doesn't get his security deposit back. But when he settles down, he uses his skills picked up from cleaning the locker rooms and club rooms with Captain Levi for hours on end and makes his room spotless in record time. It's a talent.

Good at chores because he has flashbacks of Levi going "Oi, Jaeger brat... you think this is clean?" every time he's doing something. He procrastinates a lot though.

You know I came on here wanting to say he is a god awful, terrible cook, but I don't think so. I mean, it's just a practical life skill he has from not having parents for most of his life.

The problem with Eren's cooking is that he over seasons everything. He hates bland food so he can't tell when to stop. Like if a recipe calls for a teaspoon of chili flakes he's adding 3 tablespoons just for good measure. He will watch Jean put a whole head of garlic in something and chop up a small garden worth of herbs and still goes "that looks bland."

Really likes spicy food. If you have a low spice tolerance, don't count on him cooking. Poor Armin is already half dead.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I don't think he'd want to get married. You guys could be together for 20 years and he still wouldn't propose.

He thinks it's dumb to define your relationship with a flimsy piece of paper, and that your value becomes too stringent on your partner when you're married. Plus, all the legal stuff, ugh such a bore. Literally the only thing motivating him to get married is being able to call himself your husband because he thinks its cute.

If you guys have a really long term relationship (like living together, kids, everything) he eventually just starts calling himself your husband even though you aren't technically married. No one is going to correct him anyways.

He would like a wedding though. Just because he thinks it'd be fun. Maybe like a commitment ceremony? His love for you is very personal, so he'll do whatever he wants. If he wants to literally throw a party and call it a "We Love Each Other, Kiss Our Ass!" celebration, he will.

Your children would have hyphenated last names. If the world's end is dependent on you marrying Eren Jaeger, he refuses to change his last name, and urges you not to either.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Short. Freaking. Temper. It's the easiest one to point out. And it's always been a prominent trait, only made worse by his rough childhood.

Eren's inner child is deeply hurt, and he thinks the best way to heal him is to just get pissed off. This, combined with his fiery and passionate personality, plus general recklessness just makes for a 6 foot tall, muscled, handsome ball of rage.

The best way to prevent Eren anger? Just nip it in the bud. You notice he side eyes you after you say something? Ask what you did. He's happy to tell you if you ask, but otherwise he just let's it build up and blows up on you.

He's a good apologizer though. Good balance of kind words and actions = happy relationship. It's just him having a hard time communicating with you, and he's eternally grateful for you helping him get better.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He cannot stand people with no conviction. If you're saying one thing to some people and other things to others just to fit in, he probably won't like you. Like, if you're a "popular kid" who likes nerdy shit, just fucking own it, stop being two faced. He doesn't like people who feel the need to hide who they are.

That doesn't mean he doesn't like shy people though. If you have trouble standing up for yourself, he's prone to step in and help you out. He just really doesn't like fake people.

#that last one was so short but i just. couldnt think. brain empty #oopsy daisy #eren imagines #character: eren #eren fluff #eren x reader #eren headcanons #snk x you #eren jaeger x reader #snk x y/n #snk x reader #snk fluff #aot x y/n #aot x you #aot x reader #aot imagines #sscoutregimentss sfw alphabet: eren

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Eve, I LOVE binging your masterlist. I was wondering if I could request a short lil story where someone reminds Jules that since Remus + Sirius got married, then Sirius and Reg are his brothers now too and Jules gets really excited about having TWO more older brothers after Coops' wedding? If not, totally fine!! Have a great year!!

Part 2 of the Coops Wedding series! It’s finally here after my computer was possessed and deleted the first version--this one is just over 4k words, so I hope that makes up for the delay! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

Preparations II Part 1

Remus had never been much of a dancer—despite his speed on the ice, he had two left feet and only the barest hint of rhythm. However, dancing at his wedding was a different story.

Sirius twirled him in a small circle, smiling from ear-to-ear as their friends and family spun around them to the beat blasting through the speakers. They still had three hours until sunset, and Remus was planning on spending every second of it with Sirius’ hand in his own. He pulled him in for another kiss—our tenth today? Twentieth? One hundredth? Who cares—and pulled away with a laugh as Jules and Katie bumped into the backs of his thighs.

“Watch it!” he called, ruffling Jules’ hair as they passed in a dramatic tango. Katie shrieked with giggles as Dumo swept her into his arms, spinning her around with a broad smile. Hope took Jules’ hands while Phil Collins began to sing about love, happiness, and everything Remus was already holding in his arms.

“Hey!” Sirius said over the music, giving Remus a squeeze.

“What?”

“I love you!”

“I hope so!” Remus laughed, spinning Sirius under his arm before reeling him in to bump their noses. “Not bad for a wedding we planned in six weeks, eh?”

Sirius shook his head, grinning. “We were engaged for ten months. How did we put that off for so long?”

“Because we’re busy all the fucking time.”

“We’re not going to be busy for three whole months,” Sirius said giddily as he picked Remus up a few inches with ease. He paused for a moment, scanning his face as if he was trying to memorize it.

“What’re you thinking about?” The were close enough that Remus hardly had to raise his voice above a murmur.

“We get to do this every day for the rest of our lives.”

His words hit Remus like a semitruck of affection and tears prickled his eyes as he leaned down for a kiss; Sirius set him down to kiss him properly, hands gently bracketing his jaw. “You are the most incredible person,” Remus said against his lips. “How the hell did I get so lucky?”

“I could ask you the same.” Sirius smiled and rested their foreheads together. “Come on, I think Celeste wants to cut the cake soon.”

Remus looked over at the folding table on the other side of the dance floor and stifled a laugh; Celeste, in her pretty blue party dress, was adjusting the cake by millimeters and glanced at her watch every few seconds, as if she was afraid people were going to leave. “I’m dying to know what she eventually decided on for the flavors.”

Sirius hummed his agreement and pulled Remus along by the hand—they didn’t even have to say anything before the rest of the small crowd followed them and gathered around the table. “Wait, wait, wait!” Celeste gasped, taking her phone out of Dumo’s pocket. After a few seconds of quiet, she nodded and centered it on them. “D’accord.”

“Ready?” Remus set his hand on top of Sirius’ and the hilt of the knife, pushing slowly down as it cut through the white frosting in a smooth glide. It was perfectly baked; not a single crumb stuck to the blade as they pulled it out.

“Here we go,” Sirius muttered as they took the first piece out. “Vanilla!”

“Orange, actually,” Celeste said, beaming. “The next layer is chocolate.”

“Celeste.” Remus gave her a tight hug before passing her along to Sirius, who bent down so she could kiss his cheek.

“Merci, maman,” he said quietly. “C’est parfait.”

“Surprise!” She did little jazz hands before handing them two forks from the end of the table. “Oh, this is so exciting. You have to try it, I don’t know if it’s good. I’ve never made an orange cake before.”

“Hurry up, Cap, we’re hungry!” Logan called from the back of the crowd. Sirius pulled a face at him and carefully slid the piece onto a paper plate before linking his elbow with Remus’.

Remus took a forkful of the cake and held it to Sirius’ mouth—just as he went to eat it, Remus scooted it to the side. “Ope, a little to the left, love.”

“Remus.”

“Oh, you almost had it! Not quite that far.” He could hear Jules giggling and grinned, moving it two inches to the right as Sirius tried to get it a third time.

“Remus!”

“What? It’s not my fault you can’t catch a fork!”

Sirius finally grabbed his elbow and held it in place to get the cake into his mouth, narrowing his eyes at Remus. “Only you would be mean to me on our wedding day.”

“I’m not being mean.” Remus kissed his nose. “Just keeping things interesting.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” Sirius got his own bit of cake and held it up. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.”

The second his eyes shut he regretted his decision, but before he could shout a full paper plate of cake smacked into his face with a splat. Everyone gasped, then burst out laughing as the plate fell back down onto the table. Remus slowly wiped frosting from his eyes, flicking it down onto the grass. “That was mean.”

“That was payback,” Sirius corrected.

“See, I would believe you, except I know you’ve been planning to do that for at least three days.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t do it first,”

“C’mere, you.” Remus reached half-blindly for his tie, pulling him in for a sugary kiss and feeling around with his other hand for the plate. He pulled away and, before Sirius could open his eyes, smushed the leftover cake right onto his forehead.

Sirius licked his lips. “Celeste, the cake is fantastic. Do you think it’ll moisturize?”

She was laughing too hard to respond, but she blew him a kiss in between drying her eyes. Remus took a napkin of his own and wiped his face off, licking as much of it off his hands as he could. “Oh, please don’t wait for us to clean up,” he said, motioning the still-laughing crowd forward. “We’ll be here for a while.”

“Whose fault is that?” Sirius teased.

“Yours!”

They ended up ducking into the kitchen to wash up while Dumo and Celeste passed out slices of cake. “I hope there will be some left over for us,” Sirius said as Remus washed the crumbly frosting from his hair. “From the little I got, it was amazing.”

“Yeah, she nailed the orange flavor.” Remus leaned on the front of the sink, watching people mill around or return to the dance floor for one more song before enjoying their cake. The buzz of their mingled voices dripped with joy and he smiled to himself, soaking in the feeling of his family’s happiness.

Warm arms encircled his waist as Sirius’ chin rested on his shoulder. They said nothing and waited in utter silence until Remus laced their fingers together and headed back out into the summer sunshine.

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An hour later, a dozen mismatched plates of food laid decimated on the folding table with a quarter of a wedding cake left as James headed toward the dance floor alone, clutching a piece of paper. He stopped just in front of Remus and Sirius’ table and winked at them.

“Hey, everyone. If you don’t know me, which I find difficult to believe for a number of reasons, I’m James Potter, the groom’s best friend. Yes, both of them.” He paused for a moment to let the laughter roll through. “However, I didn’t want a fight to break out over who got to have me as their best man—”

“There was no fight,” Remus corrected with a grin. “The loser got you, Pots.”

“And a lucky loser he is,” James shot back playfully before clearing his throat. “I met Sirius Black six and a half years ago, when he was eighteen and awkward. We were both awkward, actually, but he had this uncanny ability to make it look cool while I tripped over my own feet.

“The minute I met Sirius, I knew we were going to be friends. He was quiet, a little shy, and didn’t really know how talk to people. In that way, we were exactly alike.” The laughter was even louder that time and Sirius shook his head. “Ah, who am I kidding. I adopted Sirius as my best friend because I thought it would be hilarious to corrupt him.”

James glanced down at Sirius with a smile. “While I attempted to make an extrovert out of him, I learned several important things: number one, he is the least extroverted person I’ve ever met. Two, he is one of the kindest, funniest people on the planet. And three, my life had been severely lacking without him in it.”

A soft ‘aww’ washed over the group and Remus ran his thumb over Sirius’ knuckles.

James looked back at the other tables as he continued. “Sirius Black is known to most of the world as one of the best hockey players of our time. To me, he’s the dorky little brother I never had, and I am so, so proud of him. I’ve had the privilege of watching him open up, not only to me, but to everyone else on the team that he loves with that big soft heart. When my son was born—you all know my son, right? I think I have a picture here somewhere—”

“No!” half the group shouted as James grinned.

“Just making sure you’re still awake. Anyway, when my son was born, naming Sirius godfather was literally the easiest thing I’ve ever done. I kinda sat back went ‘hmm, who is the first person I can think of to entrust with my child’s life?’ and the only natural decision was the one who is terrified of children.”

“Terrified is a bit of a strong word,” Sirius complained, though his eyes were shining.

“My bad, you’re petrified by children,” James corrected. “But in all seriousness—sorry, couldn’t resist—in all seriousness, I couldn’t think of anyone better suited to the job. I think that tells you everything you need to know about Sirius, actually. Even when he’s scared to death, he goes out of his way to help people when they need it.

“Sirius, however happy you are right now—and you’re basically glowing—I need you to know that it’s one tenth of how happy you have made the people you love.” James’ voice got a little tight and Sirius took an unsteady breath. “You are a natural leader and a great hockey player, but most importantly, you are an outstanding friend. You deserve every good thing coming your way, today and for the rest of your life. As your best man and your best friend, I’ll be there whenever you call.”

Sirius sniffled as James wiped his cheeks dry and turned to Remus. “Loops, take care of my little brother, alright?”

“You got it, Pots,” Remus said, barely above a whisper.

James nodded, then raised his glass of champagne. “To Sirius and Remus, and all the happiness they deserve.”

A loud cry of “cheers!” went up, followed by thunderous applause as Sirius got up and wrapped James in a full-body hug, nearly knocking them both over. They separated after a moment and James stood on his toes to kiss the top of Sirius’ head before they went back to their respective places.

“You okay?” Remus murmured, linking their hands together again.

“Fuck, I knew he was going to make me cry.” Sirius shook his head with a smile and sniffled once again. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

Lily raised an eyebrow as she stood James’ place. “Y’know, Re, I seem to recall you promising me a microphone if I did this.”

“Sorry to disappoint!” Remus called back, feeling a flutter of nerves in his stomach. Lily had refused to share any of her speech with him; when he tried to sneakily grab it once, she shoved it down her shirt and glared until he left the room.

“I’ll get over it.” She rubbed her fingers along the edge of her paper and sighed. “I’ve written and rewritten this speech about a dozen times since Re asked me to do it, but just being here—” She took a moment and blinked back tears. “It’s different. Just ignore me if I cry, okay?

Lily cleared her throat and turned back to the paper. “I met Remus Lupin six and a half years ago, on the same day James met Sirius for the first time. Personally, I think we should make that day a national holiday, since it irrevocably changed the course of both our lives. James found his best friend and little brother, and I found my Remus.

“One of the first things you will notice when you meet Remus is that he is friend shaped.” Several murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd and Lily winked at Remus as he flushed pink. “Told you so. Honestly, Remus is one of those people who just exudes kindness. When I found out I was pregnant, he was the first person I told besides James. I knew Remus would not only keep my secret, but also be there in whatever capacity I needed because he cares. Truly, madly, deeply.”

Lily looked over to them with a soft, fond expression that made Remus’ stomach twist into knots. “In Sirius’ vows, he said you were sunshine through dark clouds, which is quite possibly my favorite descriptor of all time. It’s really sappy and cute, for one thing, but also true. Re, you bring light and warmth wherever you go. As someone who has been on the receiving end of that light, I can tell you that it is absolutely overwhelming in the best way. There are few places I feel safer than around you.

“And now we’re here, where you just married the love of your life.” The first tear slid down Lily’s cheek, dipping into her dimple as Remus’ own tracked down his chin. “God, Re, this is incredible. You two get to be together for the rest of your lives, and the rest of us have the best seat in the house to one of the greatest love stories of this century! I mean, c’mon, how many people can say they’ve made it through everything you did?”

Lily sniffled and raised her glass, though she maintained eye contact with him the whole time. “To Remus and Sirius, who remind us all what it looks like to be in love, even when the whole world tries to stand against you.”

A second ‘cheers’ began, but Remus was already on his feet and crashing into Lily, pulling her close as she clutched the back of his suit jacket. “I love you, Lils,” he choked out. “That was fucking incredible.”

“Love you too, Re.” She pulled back and carefully smudged her hands under her eyes to keep her makeup intact. “Ugh, sorry if I ruined your jacket with the waterworks.”

“You’re in good company.” She kissed each of his cheeks and fluffed the front of his hair up, making them both laugh as she took her seat again and Remus moved past his table with a last look to Sirius.

His mother’s eyes grew shiny with unshed tears as he held his hand out and guided her to the dance floor, where they swayed back and forth as Here Comes the Sun started to play, gentle and smooth. “Oh, you,” Hope managed as the lyrics began and Remus twirled her slowly. “I bet your father’s crying even though he’s not dancing.”

Remus glanced over to their table—as always, she was right. “He is. God, you’re good.”

“That’s what happens when you’ve been married for twenty-seven years,” she said, eyes crinkling. “Someday, that’s going to be you.”

He huffed softly. Don’t cry on mom, don’t cry on mom, don’t cry on mom. “You can’t just say stuff like that. It’s like kicking me while I’m down!”

“Little darlin’, it seems like years since it’s been clear,” she sang with a grin, tapping his nose. “Here comes the sun, dodododo, here comes the sun, and I say…”

“It’s all right,” Remus finished under his breath. The dance was over in an instant and after a thousand years at the same time—all too soon, people were clapping as they made their way back to the tables and Sirius walked over to Celeste.

She covered her mouth with her hands as he offered an arm, then nodded and accompanied him to the dance floor. He whispered something and she laughed, looping her arms around his neck with a bit of a stretch as a French song Remus had never heard came through the speakers and softened their smiles.

They talked quietly as they danced; Celeste was as elegant as ever and Sirius could be quite graceful when he put his mind to it. She traced his cheekbones with her thumbs and he closed his eyes, looking utterly at peace. Remus’ heartstrings tugged at the sight and he rested his chin on his hand, letting the waltz roll over him.

More applause followed their dance as Celeste held him in a tight embrace until a more upbeat song began and couples mobbed the dance floor. Sirius downed half his water in one gulp before sitting down with a heavy sigh, and dropped his forehead onto Remus’ shoulder. “You looked good out there,” Remus said, running a hand through his hair.

“So did you. I can’t feel my feet anymore.”

“I think we’re supposed to dance at our wedding.”

“I’m so hungry.”

Remus groaned; between the endless congratulations and conversations after the ceremony, they had no time to enjoy the assorted dishes people brought. “Same. We should go somewhere after this.”

“Other than home?”

“Home…” Remus trailed his lips to Sirius’ ear. “Is for other plans. Food happens elsewhere.”

“Good plan,” Sirius said, a little breathless as he sat back up and stood with a stretch. “Come on, sweetheart, the dance floor awaits.”

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Thirty minutes after the sun set and Adele’s perfect fairy lights lit up the backyard, the party finally started winding down. Finn had fallen asleep with his head on Leo’s shoulder about ten minutes prior, but nobody had the heart to wake him; as the best dancer of the group, he had been a hot commodity for anyone looking to show off in addition to whirling both his boyfriends around.

Jules stumbled over to Remus and curled up in his lap without warning, snuggling his face into his chest with a jaw-cracking yawn. Regulus came up behind them a moment later, resting his hands on Sirius’ shoulders and scaring the daylights out of him. “Jesus f—frick, Reg!” he yelped, holding a hand over his heart.

“Sorry.” He didn’t look very apologetic as he turned to Remus. “Jules has been asking for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Remus looked down and brushed the soft bangs from his eyes. “What’s up, buddy?”

“I love you,” Jules mumbled. “You got married. That’s so cool.”

Remus smiled. “It really is. Thanks for being the ring-bearer, by the way. You did a great job.”

Jules made a muffled noise before wrapping his arms around Remus’ waist with a sigh. “Mmkay. G’night.”

“You can’t fall asleep yet!” Remus tickled his side lightly. “We’re almost done, I promise.”

“What time is it?” Jules cracked an eye open and fumbled for his wrist, turning Remus’ hand over to check. “It’s not even ten! Why am I tired?”

“You’ve had a busy day. Do you know where mom and dad are?”

“Still talking.”

Remus surveyed the crowd and quickly spotted them next to the cubs, sipping water and sharing a piece of cake. He stood carefully, making sure Jules was steady on his hip before heading toward the table with Sirius and Regulus in tow. “We’ve got a tired munchkin,” he whispered when they arrived, depositing Jules into the chair next to his mother; within moments, Jules laid his head on the table.

“Love you, Re,” he said as he tucked his arms under his head. “Best big brother.”

“Best of all three?” Logan gasped in mock-surprise.

“Three?” Jules sat up straight and gave him a confused look. It was made extra adorable by the crooked cowlick decorating the whole right side of his head. “I only have one.”

“Now that Remus and Sirius are married, you’ve got two more big brothers,” Logan reminded him. “Regulus and Sirius count.”

“That’s crazy,” Jules yawned, cocking his head at the brothers. “Re is still my favorite, but you’re awesome and I love you, too.”

Regulus made a soft sound and Sirius kissed the top of Jules’ head. “Don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favorite Lupin,” he stage-whispered, laughing as Remus rolled his eyes.

Jules frowned. “You married one of us, and it sure wasn’t me.”

“Alright, second favorite,” Sirius conceded with a grin as the rest of the table laughed.

“Mama, I’m tired.” Jules traced the bead patterns on Hope’s dress.

“Okay, lovey, we can go home soon.” She raised an eyebrow at Remus and he nodded. “Do you want to say some goodbyes first?”

“We’ll see everyone tomorrow. ‘s okay.”

Lyall gathered Jules into his arms, then turned to Remus and pulled him close with a kiss to his forehead. “So proud of you, kiddo.” He looked over at Sirius for a moment. “Take good care of him, eh?”

“Sir, yes sir.” Sirius pressed a kiss to Remus’ temple as they separated, then moved aside for Hope.

She scanned his face for a moment, then touched their foreheads together. “Good luck, baby. Not that you need it, but you deserve it anyway.”

Remus pulled them both back in for a family hug, feeling Jules drape a drowsy arm around the back of his neck. “Thank you so much for being here. It means—it means everything to me.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Lyall whispered. “Now go, you two haven’t eaten anything tonight.”

“Thank you,” both of them breathed at the same time, sending the whole group into a fit of laughter.

They said a few more ‘thank you’s and goodbyes until the other Lions started a loud, incoherent cheer and all but chased them toward Sirius’ car, where a small ‘Just Married’ sign had been stuck on the back window. They were planning on keeping the wedding a secret from the media as long as they could—the reaction would be even more hilarious the longer they waited.

“What if—” Remus broke off into snickering as they pulled out of the Dumais’ driveway. “What if nobody notices?”

“What? That we’re married?” Sirius gave him a disbelieving look. “People are going to figure it out so fast, no matter how many times Pots changes the subject.”

Remus hummed and rested his hand on Sirius’ thigh as he drove, tapping along to the rhythm of the radio; the route was familiar to them both, even after the chaos of the day. A slow, unstoppable smile made his cheeks hurt. “We got married.”

“Damn right, we did.”

“Scuse me for a moment.” Remus rolled down his window and cleared his throat, then leaned out and whooped loud enough that people in the next state would probably be able to hear it. He calmly closed it once more, fighting down a smile. “Sorry, I just had to get that out.”

Sirius slowed and rolled his own window down, sticking his head out into the empty night air. “I got married!” he shouted at the top of his lungs with a wild grin. “I have a husband now! Just thought you should know!”

“Husband,” Remus mused as the car started moving again. “Hmm. I like the sound of that.”

“Me, too.”

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okay forgot I sent you that ask cause it was like the middle of the night but the homoeroticism was because I was playing on hightower as scout and this blu sniper was legit the best huntsman sniper I've ever encountered. he'd get me as I was leaving spawn and I'd get him when he wasn't paying attention. funniest fucking thing was I missed my jump into their middle spawn area and landed below the wall there, so I just tucked myself in the corner between and wall and the crates, looked up and waited for him because I knew he saw me. a second passes and then there's an arrow in the wall next to my head. I back up, he's behind me looking at the arrow, he looks at me, I look at him, then the arrow, back to each other, then we're both asking how the hell he missed from point blank. either way I sort of wanna turn that into a fic but idk. not sure why I'm telling you about this but I figured you'd probably find it funny

writes a fic abt a theoretical in-game situation because im a fuckin. goobus

(warnings for canon-typical violence, consider this one pg-13)

Thump. “OW, FUCK!”

Scout clamped a hand over his mouth a moment too late, eyes wide.

Okay, so, shit. Not ideal. That was a twisted ankle—hell, maybe even a fracture—and here he was, alone by the BLU restock room, having just completely and utterly failed what was supposed to be an easy jump. The easiest jump.

And that bastard BLU Sniper for sure just probably heard him.

He pinned his shoulders back against the wall, eyes up towards the ledge above him. Okay, he had to think fast. He still had his gun, even if ammo was looking a little… thin at the moment. He wasn’t defenseless. He just had to play it cool. Keep his head on his shoulders. Which, yeah, was kind of the problem lately, since apparently the BLU Sniper was just a real douchebag with that bow and arrow, but whatever.

But the pain was distracting enough, and his focus narrowed so firmly to the ledge way up above him, that he didn’t process the sound of footsteps before the sound of a hard THUNK just to one side of his head, making him jump half a foot into the air and yelp in a way that was extremely un-manly.

And then he looked to his right at the arrow embedded into the wall a foot from his head, and then he looked at the BLU Sniper standing not even two dozen paces away.

A beat of pause.

“How the fuck did you miss?” Scout asked, utterly baffled.

“Bugger off,” the Sniper barked, looking similarly confused.

“No, seriously, how’d you fuckin’ miss?” he repeated, standing up and turning to look at the arrow again. “What the shit? My guy, I could’ve thrown it overhand and hit closer than that.”

“Well how does a bloody Scout miss a four-foot horizontal jump to flat ground?” he challenged right back.

“Oh, fuck you. I’m not the one who couldn’t hit a still target at eight fuckin’ yards.”

“I’m not the one who fell eight feet and yelped like one of those yappy sorts of dogs!”

“I’m not the one who wears sunglasses in the middle of the fuckin’ night.”

“Oh bugger off,” the Sniper spat, jaw tight, “now you’re just getting personal.”

“Wanna talk about personal?” the Scout challenged, moving forward, feeling particularly bold just then as he processed that closer range meant he was in less danger when it came to a Sniper. “If we’re talkin’ about personal, we can talk about how you’re gettin’ all personal! What’s with the target on my back, huh?”

“Well why are you wasting time bolting up to beat my head in instead of doing your buggering job?” the Sniper challenged right back, eyeing the way the Scout moved in but not backing down.

“Hey, you’re the one shooting at fast targets for no reason!”

“No, you answer the damn question,” the Sniper sneered, taking a step in as well, and it made Scout stutter to a halt, suddenly much closer than he was entirely on board with now that he noticed the knife hanging on the man’s hip. “What’s got you picking fights with blokes a kilometer out from the damn fight? You got a bloody death wish?”

“Maybe it’s just ‘cause I like you so much,” Scout teased in a sing-song voice, and didn’t anticipate the hard shove to the chest that sent him stumbling back, and it caught his leg wrong, made him hiss through his teeth at the sharp spike of pain, and too late he recovered his balance.

“Not so brave now, though, are you?” the Sniper jeered, fronting on him now, and before Scout could shift his weight to defend himself another hard shove sent him stumbling back further, off balance again. “Caught out neck-deep on enemy territory with a bum leg, and there goes that bravado, doesn’t it? Maybe now you’ll learn to mind the attitude.”

“Ain’t ever minded my attitude before, why would I start today? Because some fuckin’ punk gets his kicks playing with his food?” Scout mocked, absolutely committed to not looking like a coward. This Sniper wasn’t gonna get that satisfaction. “Where’s that professionalism now, huh, crocodile man?”

“Are you ever going to shut your damn mouth?!” the Sniper growled, and every nerve in Scout’s body screamed ‘danger’ at his expression, his body language, everything. Back literally to a wall, the tail of that arrow from earlier in his periphery, the Sniper closing in. “Will you just shut up already?!”

“Make me,” Scout sneered, and the Sniper practically snarled, surging forward. He processed the painful click of teeth foremost, but his limbs caught up faster than his brain, and within seconds he had arms up around the Sniper’s shoulders, yanking him down to kiss him harder, longer, and man, he was so fucked.

This was like fighting too, fighting to hold on tighter, to pull back to breathe. He was being crushed a little, ribs aching, but it was good, the fighting.

He pulled back to gasp hard, and coughed a little at how the closeness didn’t let him get the whole gasp’s worth of air, and a second gasp followed at the feeling of the Sniper pushing his head back, setting his mouth in against his neck and getting to work. Scout huffed for air, digging fingertips in to grip at him, lips tingling and aching. He was pretty sure he could taste blood, but he wasn’t sure whose.

Wait, what the fuck was he doing?!

Like ice water, brought to his senses, he caught sight of the arrow out of the corner of his eye. It was easy to reach, but a little harder to yank out of the wall, and then easy to jab down somewhere into the Sniper’s ribcage.

A choked noise, the Sniper rearing back despite Scout’s clinging arms, and he didn’t see him reaching for the blade but he felt it lodged down through his shoulder.

 God fucking damn it, he had good aim. Already his vision was swimming and going dark. He didn’t have long.

“Kill ya later,” he managed to quip, grinning as wide and smug as he could manage, and it was hard to tell, but at least he probably got the Sniper too from the way the man teetered. And he tried for a wink, but waking back up in the Resupply again, he couldn’t be sure he managed it.

Oh well. He’d have next time. And if he wasn’t determined before, he was now—there would be a next time.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #sniperscout #speeding bullet #shut up me #everybody talks #my fanfiction #que?

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Benimaru Relationship Alphabet

A- Activity (What is their favourite activity to do with Y/N.) Quiet Reader: Benimaru enjoys napping with his head on her lap, Y/N is good with her hands, if he’s lucky she’ll stop whichever craft she’s doing and massage his scalp. There’s a sunny spot on the porch at the back of the Guardhouse with a mat and a soft cushion laid out, She didn’t like him sleeping on the bare wood and Benimaru didn’t like that she got a sore back - once he was asleep she didn’t like to move in case she woke him up. Loud Reader: Sparring with her is always fun, Y/N practices the same discipline as he does but she started much later in life. She offers him enough of a challenge that he really has to think about his next moves. It usually ends up with them rolling around in the dirt kissing, putting out a fire Y/N accidentally started or deciding to go take a nap. B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship) Quiet Reader: Y/N is a quiet, almost shy woman, she first spoke to Benimaru when he turned up to put out a fire he had started whilst dealing with an Infernal. He would usually let the regular Hikeshi deal with it but he had literally been above it. She hadn’t realised he was there until after she had taken control of the fire and put it out with ease. Benimaru had been impressed and then he had found some amusement in how she panicked just at the sight of him. Y/N had an interesting heat signature and he had been curious to see her use her ability again - she would be too nervous to show him and either not be able to form a flame or burn him by accident. Her flames were the hottest recorded in Asakusa. At first, he was too gentle with her, treating her like a fragile flower that could wilt at any moment but then he witnessed her get angry once and wasn’t as careful: she was strong. Once he was more like himself she liked him more and was told him so. People find it amusing that he can get rowdy and pick fights whilst Y/N watches from the background with a fond smile on her lips. They compliment each other rather well. Loud Reader: They met during a bar fight. Y/N had started it after a drunk got a little too handsy with her. What started off as a one on one fight had turned into a brawl - once it had gotten out of hand she headed outside and that’s where she found Benimaru. He smiled at her, apparently a side effect of sake, and offered her a cup. He had been amused by the trouble her one uppercut had caused. Then not so amused when they ended up arguing and ended up throwing fireballs at each other. Their relationship could be described as passionate, they were quick to become lovers and slower to get to know each other. Every argument brought them closer and they’re not as explosive as they used to be.

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

Quiet Reader: Benimaru doesn’t like to talk about his feelings, he doesn’t like to share his problems with just anyone and even if he’s just complaining he hates when someone tries to fix his problems for him. Y/N is very good at calming him down and getting him to lower his defences enough to talk to her, she always seems to offer him good advice. Y/N is like an open book, if something is worrying her then she can’t hide it, her face always gives her away. Benimaru doesn’t like to see her upset and will ask her outright, she’ll try to tell him not to worry and that it’s not important but he won’t give up. Benimaru’s usual advice is that he can go and punch the problem - This always makes Y/N smile and she’ll figure out what to do as he hears her out. Loud Reader: She isn’t good at sharing a problem, she either tries to punch it or will let it fester inside, at first it won’t be noticeable but then suddenly she’ll burst and Benimaru struggles to calm her down at first. He’ll feel bad that he didn’t see her suffering sooner and hold her until she’s calm enough to speak to him. She just needs to rant sometimes - she’s not the type to hold onto things. Y/N is very similar to the Quiet Reader in that she’ll hear him out. She’s pretty good at reading his micro-expressions and can tell the difference between a frown and a frown. She’ll bug him until he cracks and tells her what’s going on… her advice isn’t always so good. D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk) Quiet Reader: Y/N is quiet and sweet, she barely ever raises her voice but when she drinks more than one cup of sake - she turns into a different person. She will fight you. This includes Benimaru and after last time Konro keeps a count on her drinks. Loud Reader: She’s a happy drunk. Unless someone starts on her or touches her in the wrong way (If Benimaru doesn’t break their fingers first), then she’ll get rowdy. Y/N will find everything funny and likes to cuddle up to someone, if Konro is there she tends to want to cuddle him more as he’s bigger and easier to fall asleep on. Benimaru gets a little jealous. We all know what Benimaru is like when he drinks. E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? Y/N gets hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc..) Quiet Reader: Y/N can usually keep a calm head on her shoulders, she’ll help out as much as she can and tends to worry about others before herself. She knows that Benimaru puts himself in danger to protect their Town and it makes her worry but he’s so strong… so, he’ll always come back to her, right? Benimaru is used to chaos and emergencies, it’s in his job description. When it comes to Y/N though, he wants to know where she is, he wants to know her exact location so he can keep danger away from her. If anything happened to her… Loud Reader: She’s the first one to get people moving. Although she’s not an official member of Company 7 she helps out where she can, making sure civilians are out of the way and ready to defend them if needed. Y/N likes to keep tabs on Benimaru - he’s not invincible and he does dumb stuff sometimes. He wishes she wouldn’t linger so close. Benimaru knows she can hold her own and he doesn’t need to worry because she’s a strong fighter. He knows she can take a hit or two but he’ll personally incinerate anyone who hurts her. F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with) Quiet Reader: Y/N is a very good crafter, writing, drawing, knitting, sewing, felting and much much more. She can’t cook though. It’s a disaster. She set fire to water and the Guardhouse kitchen was out of commission for three days. Loud Reader: Y/N can form animals with her flames. Serpents and dragons are her main focus but when she tries something else it always looks a little odd and everyone makes fun of them. G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?) Quiet Reader: She gives him handmade gifts. In the winter she makes him scarves - even though they don’t need them because they’re both walking furnaces. Benimaru likes that she

sews little emblems into the inside of his coat collar, they’re their little secret. Benimaru will often commission skilled people to make the tools that she needs for her hobbies. Loud Reader: She’s not very creative so most often she’ll buy him food from his favourite vendors. Benimaru enjoys long baths and he has a private one at the Guardhouse big enough for two, she’ll often buy him relaxing salts. Benimaru treats her whenever they’re together, he’s not one for grand gestures but she once got mad because he bought her an expensive bracelet. She loves it but thinks its too much… H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle) Quiet Reader: Y/N loves to hold Benimaru’s hand when they’re out walking, they can be found close together most times and he’s not shy about showing his affection with little gestures. Only if Y/N is comfortable with it - He would hate to embarrass her. Loud Reader: She’s usually holding onto his arm and will nuzzle him in public if he’s not paying attention. They’re both pretty open but they keep it light as they don’t need the whole Town knowing their business. I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?) Quiet Reader: Y/N has a strong sense of justice, she can’t stand it when someone is getting away with victimising another person. She particularly hates bullies and despite her quiet demeanour will always stand up for others. The air around Y/N gets a huge spike of heat and most people know to get out of the way. The easiest way to tell her mood is by temperature and her inability to hide anything. Loud Reader: She doesn’t have a huge amount of patience for idiots. If someone is being stupid - on purpose - she will have no time for them. Also, people who walk too slow drive her mad. There’s a huge street and you are taking up all the room - move!! She’s pretty straight forward in telling people when they’re annoying her. And if Benimaru ‘Tch’s her one more time… J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?) Quiet Reader: Y/N would use it for the Town, she��s got all she needs and likes a simple life. There’s a roof over her head, food on the table and she has people she loves - maybe she would splash out a little on a new kimono for the festival? Loud Reader: She’s never really had money and where she grew up in Asakusa was a little rougher. It’s a much better place now but she remembers being unhappy when she was small and there was no neighbourhood watch looking out for the Town - Only selfish gangs. She’d want to set up a place in Town for kids to come to if they needed somewhere safe - God help Benimaru if he hits it with one of his matois. Benimaru has everything he needs and doesn’t care about money. K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?) Quiet Reader: Her control over her emotions. Y/N can’t control herself if she gets angry, she loses control of her flames and because they’re hotter than most they consume things faster than the Hikeshi can put them out. She’s terrified of causing that kind of damage again and tries to stay calm. Loud Reader: Y/N might seem rough and ready for a fight but she’ll sacrifice herself without hesitation. She would rather get hurt than allow anyone else to and this is dangerous for Benimaru as not only does it make her potential bait but he wouldn’t cope with her getting hurt badly. Benimaru has so much emotional investment in Y/N (both) that if anything happened to either one of them he would be at a loss. If they died… he can’t even bear to think about it. L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?) Quiet Reader: The twins make her laugh when they’re picking on Benimaru or just plotting their next prank within hearing distance. Konro’s facial expressions when Benimaru is being unreasonable amuse her. Benimaru knows that her neck is ticklish, unless they’re being intimate, and likes to try and press kisses there to watch her squirm and try to wriggle away. Loud Reader: If she’s drunk - everything is funny. She usually laughs the most at meal

times because the Hikeshilike to eat together, it’s noisy but she likes that it feels like a huge family. Making Benimaru laugh is what makes her the happiest, he only does it in front of his closest people. M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?) Quiet Reader: She will stay in bed as long as there’s someone to cuddle up to. Benimaru will sometimes lay awake for a while so that she can keep sleeping as she tends to get up once she’s awake. Y/N is a little drowsy first thing and she’s clumsy but after an hour she’s wide awake and busy with getting the twins hair just right. Loud Reader: She’s a monster. Do not wake her up unless you absolutely have to. Y/N stays up too late and always suffers for it the next morning. Give her her morning beverage and stand clear until she speaks to you first. Benimaru gets up first thing, he doesn’t get a full night’s sleep but he takes catnaps during the day. Morning is the best time to pester him because he’s too dazed to get mad. N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?) Quiet Reader: Y/N tries not to be needy, she tries to get by on her own and not be a burden but she often feels vulnerable when she’s caused trouble, accidentally or by losing control.

Sometimes she’s not sure what’s upset her but she’ll go to Benimaru and simply pinch the bottom of his Banten, holding onto it as a little kid would. It’s enough for Benimaru to know she needs him and he’ll drop what he’s doing to comfort her.

She does the same for him so he really doesn’t mind it.

Loud Reader: She’s not used to having someone who will spoil her. She mostly keeps things hidden but when she’s feeling ill - that’s it. She needs attention and will openly ask for it. This can be something as simple as asking Benimaru to stroke her hair or make her tea. When she inevitably makes him ill she’ll return the favour. O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?) Quiet Reader: There’s a small clearing by the river that Y/N loves, in the summer it’s shaded by a large tree and it’s far enough away from other things that she hopes it never gets hit by Benimaru’s flames. It’s another place Benimaru likes to take a nap with his head on her lap but it’s where he first kissed her. Loud Reader: Y/N has never been outside of Asakusa. One day she would like to see what’s beyond the gates and experience what a City is like. She’s a proto-nationalist so she doesn’t care too much for their views or customs but even if it were to go and see Company 8’s dump - she’d like to go. P- Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle when Y/N are in pain?) Quiet Reader: She’s not a person who complains so if she says something hurts then Benimaru knows it’s serious. She slipped in the snow one year and hurt her ankle. At first, she tried to brush it off and limp home but after only a few steps she fell. One of Company 7 had been passing at the time and carried her home, when Benimaru saw her he took her from the other man and pressed a kiss to her temple - he could see she was holding back tears and it broke his heart. Benimaru called a doctor and made sure that she got plenty of rest, he sat her down on his lap and held her until the painkillers made her fall asleep. Loud Reader: Benimaru gets mad at Y/N because she’ll ignore the pain until she physically can’t take it anymore. He’s known her to ignore broken ribs before and it wasn’t until he hugged her that she nearly collapsed in agony. He’s sweet to her once she admits she’s hurting, it’s similar to when she’s sick and needy - she just wants him to fuss over her and stay close. Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship) Quiet Reader: Just because you took longer than others doesn’t mean you failed. Remember that. - Unknown Loud Reader: I care. I always care. That is my problem. - Unknown R- Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing Y/N after a long time of being apart) Benimaru is going to shower them with affection and take them to bed. The first orgasm is going to be from a slow, intimate love making. After that - well, whatever they like. You will not see either of them until the next day. S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do deal with stress and how do they relieve it?) Quiet Reader: She doesn’t get stressed too easily but if people are getting hurt or if she feels like she is failing at something she gets stressed out. Y/N’s first reaction when she feels like this is to start crying over the dumbest little thing and try to hide somewhere she can try to calm down. Once she’s taken a moment to evaluate everything she puts on her brave face and gets back to it. If Benimaru is around he’ll wait for her outside the room, he doesn’t want to crowd her or make her feel like she can’t cope without him. Loud Reader: Because she lets things build up over time, Y/N can become stressed very quickly and this usually ends up in what seems like a tantrum. She’ll go out to practice her fighting and if she’s lucky Benimaru will join her. Once all that pent up stress is gone she’ll be back to normal… if just a little bit moody. T- Terror (What are they afraid of?) Quiet Reader: As mentioned before, Y/N can’t control her ability if she gets angry. It’s only anger that blinds her with rage and she’s terrified that one day she’ll kill someone by accident. She’s terrified that it’ll be Benimaru because she’s burned him before. Loud Reader: Y/N likes to think that nothing scares her and spent her life trying not to be scared of anything. But sometimes, after an

argument with Benimaru, she’s terrified he might not come back after they’ve walked away from each other. Of course, he always comes back first. U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?) Quiet Reader: She can only produce blue flames and they’re the hottest recorded. Loud Reader: She can eat six takoyaki balls in under one minute - freshly made. It’s her best party trick. V- Violence (Do they fight a lot? Are they a good fighter? What is their fighting style?) Quiet Reader: Y/N doesn’t like to fight and doesn’t know how. Benimaru and Konro have tried to teach her some basic defence moves but that’s about as much as she’s done. If push ever came to shove she could just superheat the air around her to make it impossible to get close. Loud Reader: She’s not a violent person but she loves to fight. Her style is the same as Benimaru’s but she’s a few years behind so isn’t as good as him yet. Her advantage over him is her strategic mind. Y/N is vulnerable to body blows and once she goes down she struggles to get her advantage back. W- Wow (What does Y/N do that really surprises them? What do they do that Y/N really likes?) Quiet Reader: The first time Y/N stood up to a guy twice her size and demanded he apologise and pay the storekeeper they had just stolen from, Benimaru had been taken aback. The quiet, shy girl he was so careful around had an aura so dangerous that even he had to think about whether he wanted to even approach. The man had laughed at her and made to leave - luckily he had been a third-generation and only his clothes were burnt to a crisp. Benimaru wasn’t so careful with her from then on. Y/N was surprised by how gentle Benimaru was when they were alone. He’s very soft and childlike… unless he’s after something a little more grown-up. Loud Reader: Benimaru hadn’t thought someone as boisterous as Y/N would like children. She adores them, she always has time for kids and gets especially soft around babies. Y/N doesn’t just like them but she’s very good with little kids and he’s surprised how motherly she is. Y/N really likes when Benimaru feels her looking at her and instead of asking what she wants, he gives her a gentle smile. It always makes her feel happy. X- (Explicit headcanon. For all you degenerates) Quiet Reader: Y/N is shy when it comes to sex but she’s not inexperienced. Benimaru was a little too gentle with her the first few times - which was mind-blowing and completely satisfying but she really wanted to see him lose his cool. Y/N got so frustrated that she pushed him onto the futon and ravaged him. After that, Benimaru does what he likes providing it doesn’t hurt her and they both get off on it. Technically Benimaru initiates sex but Y/N will drop some pretty heavy hints that she wants him. Loud Reader: The first few times they were rough with each other and that was enough to keep them coming back to each other. But as they got to know each other Benimaru became a little slower, a little gentler and it really threw her off. Eventually, she told Benimaru that it made her uncomfortable and he found out that her previous boyfriends had been pretty selfish. They didn’t always satisfy her or make her feel loved. It took some effort and patience but now she knows that sex can be good at any pace. Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?) They’re both pretty good with most things, plenty grosses them out but nothing that they just simply wouldn’t be able to stand. Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without Y/N) Quiet Reader: Y/N is usually in bed by midnight, if she’s out at a festival or the bar with Benimaru then two in the morning seems to be her limit - after that, she’ll sleep anywhere. Before bed she likes to take a bath and have something warm to drink, she’ll do a little reading or speak with the others before heading to bed. If Benimaru is home he’ll usually follow her timing or join her an hour later. They spoon. Y/N fits so well against him and they usually fall asleep

whilst talking about little things - always with their fingers entwined. If Benimaru is out patrolling then she’ll steal his pillow to cuddle. Loud Reader: She’ll often be awake until three in the morning, she struggles to sleep normal hours because she sleeps in so late. Y/N has tried to go to sleep earlier but really struggles. She’ll brush her teeth, brush her hair and grab a drink before heading to bed as she prefers to wash in the mornings/whenever she gets up. If Benimaru isn’t home then she’ll keep herself busy until she finally falls asleep, she takes up most of the futon and Benimaru has a hell of a time getting in with her when he gets back. When he is there, he’s usually fallen asleep before her. Benimaru tends to sleep on his side with his arm over her middle and his face nestled into her neck whilst she’s on her back. Sometimes being unable to sleep gives her the rare opportunity to fall in love with Benimaru’s sleeping face. He’s rather beautiful when he’s not sulking.

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