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astaroth1357 · 4 months

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Oh God, What Have We Done??: Father!Solomon Headcanons

You know what? I'm a Solomon love-hater but I'll go to bat for him too. You could pick worse.

Contents: Unhinged Ms. Frizzle-style parenting, the horrors of human biology, possible pregnancy implications, fluff

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So. I can see this happening intentionally. Solomon craves a happy family, so I absolutely see the thought of rasing a kid with MC coming up once or twice.

That said, I think zero planning actually went into making it happen. This is a spur-of-the-moment decision made by two lovesick dolts. Not a damn thought was spared for the consequences, and it shows.

For starters, MC and Solomon both agreed to raise a child together while they were in the human world and told NOBODY ELSE. So from the outside looking in, they just left the Devildom for “training purposes” and returned with a random infant!

No call ahead. No fanfare. They both stepped out of the portal with a flying stroller and bottomless diaper bag, grinning from ear to ear like it all was just souvenirs from Disney World!

Naturally, all hell broke loose. The brothers were collectively hyperventilating, Simeon almost fainted, and Diavolo noticed that Barbatos wasn't moving or blinking, so the Little Ds had to carry him away like a malfunctioning android...

Does Solomon having a kid make him a grandfather…? He is not ready to ponder that thought. No one is.

Despite Mammon and Belphegor’s insistence they had to “Put it back!” after MC made it clear that raising a baby was what they wanted and that Solomon was there to stay, the brothers made peace with it… to varying degrees.

Asmo was the only one thrilled that his favorite humans now have an even cuter mini-human to take around because he'd get to try his hand at baby fashion design! The least happy was probably Belphegor because a baby means that MC is going to be way too busy to nap now. Plus, he had to deal with a lot more Solomon in his life, which very few people ever ask for...

The crew's reaction to the baby's development is actually pretty funny to see. Humans age much, much faster than their supernatural counterparts so, from their perspective, the new baby is growing at lightning speed!

Mammon was with them when they were teaching the baby to crawl and he started freaking out because, “How’re they movin' already!?” The first day their child came running, physically running, into the HoL without any help actually made Levi scream in fright.

The House had a complete meltdown when Beel was watching the child one day and they lost a tooth while eating some hard candy. They all thought that MC and Solomon were going to burn the place down, so imagine their surprise when the overjoyed parents kept congratulating their kid for losing a baby tooth...

And don't get any of them started on the growth spurts...

The one to take to the kid the most as they grew was, funnily enough, Lucifer. Most likely because their various milestones reminded him of when his brothers were doing the same things.

The child is more than happy to tell “Uncle Luci” anything, which he acts like he only tolerates, but in reality he loves being their favorite brother.

Barbatos is EXTREMELY protective of them. Nearly as protective as he is with Diavolo.

Their kid, of course, has no clue. He's just nice Uncle Barbie (he refused to be called Grandpa) who makes them sweets and watches over them in the Castle. But anyone who get too close while they're playing gets a stare down worse than all of Cerberus’ heads combined...

Mammon swore in front of them once and Barbatos strung him up so tightly that even Lucifer thought it was overkill.

Luke seems to enjoy having a baby sibling of sorts to look after, but he is going to be so upset when they get taller than him in the blink of an eye. He’s going to be their guardian angel for sure, btw.

As a father, Solomon is… spirited. Anyone can see that he’s ecstatic to be a parent, it’s just…

Well, years of isolation on top of being a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy may not have made him the most “in touch” with children these days, you know? MC has absolutely come home to find Solomon has propped up their 6-month-old with a stack of books to start teach them how to play chess.

Daddy-Baby adventure always end in spectacular fashion. Solomon is a very “hands-on science teacher” kind of guy with unwavering confidence in his abilities to keep his child safe. This, to be fair, isn’t unwarranted, however...

Does that mean you should make a plans to take your child to forbidden places for some sightseeing? Or let your child touch, paw at, and gnaw on any magic item that suits their fancy in the name of a making a new teaching experience...? Probably not, but it’s also how he learned so…

It must be assumed that whatever kid these two have, biological or not, will be a magic powerhouse of destructive proportions. All that training from Solomon himself since infancy? They'll have a wand in their hand before they can even work a fork!

I like to imagine that Solomon's kid would have a very, very hard time controlling their magic and it would get uncontrollable at times. Like, a sneeze could knock over a bookshelf or getting angry makes things go flying. But Solomon would never ever scold them for it like it’s they're fault.

He'd never make them feel the same isolation and shame that he did at their age.

It would be very, very sweet. But it also means that MC could come home to a flooded house and, instead of cleaning out the water, Solomon would teaching their child how to snorkel in the living room.

Pure chaos, but MC could never find a prouder father. Solomon would devote his entire being to giving their child all of the love and happiness they deserve. Their kid almost never sees him without a grin on his face, just ready to just wrap them a bear hug for no reason.

On quiet nights, he'd cradle them or rock them to sleep while holding back tears. MC has found him over their crib like he’s still trying to convince himself that they're real, that he's gotten this lucky.

He's not a conventional father. Hell, he's not a conventional human either. But he’s grateful for day he gets to be a parent... Every. Single. One.

#tales from the drafts #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me solomon #obey me nightbringer #omnb #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #solomon x mc #solomon x reader #tw pregnancy #tw: pregnancy

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justwonder113 · 3 months

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I love your writing sm 🫠🫠

could you write something fluffy and suggestive for han were you sit on his lap in his studio chair and you can’t stop kissing him and you’re distracting him from his work and he finds it so cute that you’re like this x

Oh my god thank you so much sweetheart! You don't know how much it means to me that you like my writing. I'm really sorry for taking so long to write, even though I absolutely LOVED the idea!!! I had one the meltdowns and uni has been an absolute nightmare so sorry. I really hope this was what you wanted and I hope you will like it. I will try to update stories more and more. Thankfully I will have more time^^

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If you have any requests feel free to ask(though it might take me some time)

Warnings: Kind of suggestive, Bold reader, Cute whiney Jisung but he does complete 180 in the end. Jisung calls reader a brat

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You woke up from your sweet slumber by soft clicking of the keyboard. You didn't even realize when you started to dose off. All the work must have caught up to you. The week you had sure was hectic.

You looked at your boyfriend's hunched figure, he was deeply immersed in his work, he hadn't even noticed that you were awake. You felt sad, you barely saw each other. Your schedule was swarmed and he had comeback coming real soon. You tried to text and call but sometimes he was just so swarmed with work he responded hours later. He was really apologetic, he really tired his best. He texted you whenever he could, he sent gifts for you, sometimes flowers, sometimes food, when he knew your schedule was extra hectic. He also left you little notes around the house and, lets just say, randomly finding them was highlight of your day. Sometimes they were sweet messages, sometimes random quotes, sometimes silly little jokes and doodles. You loved every one of them and kept them in a little box in your room. You also tried to be just as supportive, this is why you were here in his studio, you came earlier with food and snacks for him and the boys. Jisung had barely texted you the whole day, so you knew he was extra busy, also you got suspicious that he wouldn't eat anything, he always got so involved with his work he sometimes forgot to even eat.

You were not wrong. Jisung shyly admitted to you that he, in fact, skipped a meal when you asked if he ate anything. Good for him that he was so cute and adorable you never had the ability to stay mad at him. He got so happy when he saw you that he almost knocked you down. He really was so adrable. The boys also thanked you, and you ate together, talking about what you were up to.

You talked for a while but one by one they left to do their own stuff leaving you with Jisung. Honestly, you were glad to be left alone with him, you've missed him too much. You talked with hushed voice, not once he let go of you, he was hugging you like a koala and showered your face with kisses. You couldn't help but giggle at his cute antics. After a while he excused himself and asked you to wait a little bit as he finished his song, promising to quickly wrap it up and go home together. But here you were now, still stuck in the studio.

You scanned around to find your phone to check the time, Jisung must have noticed you had fallen asleep and draped his jacket to keep you warm . He really was cute but you really wanted to scold him. He already worked inhuman hours he really was straining his body!

Your eyes almost popped out of your eyes when you noticed that it was basically midnight. Oh he really was done for now!

You got up, groaning from pain, your muscles were sore from laying on this uncomfortable sofa. After stretching a little you approached him, he was so immersed he didn't even notice you. You couldn't help but scoff when you carefully examined his face. His eyes were so red from looking at this damn screen all day. Apart from bloodshot eyes, he had dark eyebags, he looked a paler and you didn't know if you were exaggerating or not but he also looked a bit thinner. Also there was no way his body wouldn't ache from sitting like that, especially after dancing and practicing for ungodly amounts of time.

You carefully threaded your fingers through his hair and leaned down to kiss his cheek. He did jump a little not expecting your touch but he quickly relaxed and leaned into it. He opened his arms and looked at you with wide eyes expecting you to get into his lap and hug him. Sadly, it also meant that he still wasn't done. You sighed yet again, there was no way you could win this one. You complied and sat in his lap. Jisung immediately wrapped his arm around you and brought you closer to him so that you were chest to chest with no room between you, he quickly pecked your cheek and went back to working.

You tried your best to sit still and let him work so that you could go home as soon as possible, but you were also getting really bored.

After a minute or two an idea popped into your head. You shuffled a bit and hid your face into the crook of his neck, the smell of his perfume immediately soothing your senses. You put your right hand on his chest and wrapped the other around his shoulders. You waited for a second so that Jisung would think you were just getting comfortable, if he even noticed you moving around that is... The truth was that Han Jisung was really ticklish and his neck was especially sensitive. Whenever you decided to kiss his neck he would always reel back giggling and pouting at you cutely. He would always try and run away from you whenever he sensed that you were about to attack his neck. But where would he go now? You were in his lap, there was no way he could run.

You somewhat felt bad, he was always so sweet and gentle to you and no matter how ticklish he was he always let you snuggle up to his neck knowing that you loved it. Should you betray his trust like this?

He did notice you shuffling around, he tensed up for a second when your nose brushed against his sensitive skin but he quickly relaxed. You grinned it was your time to shine!

Carefully not to alert him you brushed your lips against his neck. The response was immediate, his hold around your waist immediately tightened. Oh you were going to get a reaction out of him one way or another. You kissed him again but with more passion now and quickly pecked him few more times. Jisung glanced at you but he didn't say anything. Oh he was on!

You continued your assault on his reddening skin and pecked every part of his skin you could reach one arm around his shoulders while the other had slid through his neck and into his hair playing with the silky soft stands on his nape, oaccasionaly pulling them drawing soft quiet groans from the boy. He whined out your name so prettily! And let's just say you absolutely adored his "little" reactions. He was set on staying as still as he could and act as if this whole thing didn't affect him at all but you could see right through him. "Babyy." He whined out but you didn't stop. His skin was all flushed in a beautiful shade of red, his breathing had become more rugged and shalllow. His left hand held onto your hip for dear life and brought you as close to him as it possibly could as if you would dissappear if he let go. God you loved this boy! You kissed him more and let's just say you hoped his jacket had a high collar because you had left really pretty marks onto his skin. You would gladly show it to the world but you were not sure how his fans would react if anyone were to see you and share photos. And you knew many stays had hawklike vision.

You didn't even consider to stop your attack, Jisung hadn't even done anything to stop you so, you let yourself go. It was only when you moved a little and started kissing his jaw and in the haze let your teeth graze against his skin that he held you tightly and pulled you off.

You looked at him with confused eyes, his face unreadable. Did you upset him? Was he mad? You were about to apologize when he sighed out something and leaned in to smash his lips against yours, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Both of his hands were around your waist now, pulling you impossibly close, as if he wanted to devour you, wanted to be one with you, and who were you to deny him anything? You tried your best to keep up with him and return the kiss with the same burning passion but honestly you couldn't keep up. You didn't know what came up to him but you loved it. You felt like melting, like you really thought you could turn into a puddle, you felt ignited, you felt alive. There was no thought in your head other than that you loved this boy. Your lungs were burning but you weren't even considering to lean back for air. You were just consumed with Han Jisung.

It was Han who broke the kiss and leaned back to let you breathe. Both of you struggled to breathe normally, as if you had forgotten how to do so. You wanted to say something but were at loss for words, it was Han who broke the silence. He flicked your forehead and pouted at you. "You're a real brat do you know that?" You couldn't help but giggle. You swore this boy had some type of switch into his head. He almost made you melt into a puddle by giving you the best kiss of your life and now he was pouting at you all cutely like he did nothing wrong. God you loved him!

You grinned at him, "Does this mean we're going home?"

Han rolled his eyes and softly pinched your side. "Brat."

Yup, you had won.

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queenie-avenue · 3 months

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Ok hear me out👉👈

Katie finding out (in this case she got friendzoned LOL) that Reader is in a relationship with someone else?? How do u think she takes it??

I've been such a lurker for quite some time and i love ur content sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺 *sending kisses*

Rejection is never the End.

💌 ⤻ THE CHEERLEADER, KATIE WILLIAMS

—> she won't ever give up on you.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader has a girlfriend, no cheating, manipulation, possessiveness, obsession, typical yandere behaviour, gaslighting, reader gets drunk and katie takes advantage of her

notes: thank you so much for the ask, I'm so sorry it's taken so long for me to get to this!! no proof-reading, we die.

🦋⤻ archives.

If you have a significant other, Katie will no doubt be furious, especially if you reveal it to her just when she decided to confess to you, of all things. She will be pissed off, but will just smile at you and pretend that everything is a-okay. You wouldn't even suspect a thing.

Sure, at first it'd be awkward with you and her drifting just a bit — which causes her to almost have a meltdown and abandon her cheer captain duties for a while — but eventually after a month of two, you both would go back to normal.

The difference would be that now she had access to your relationship status.

And boy, would she make use of it.

Out of consideration for her feelings, you'd of course not talk much about your significant other but Katie, Katie wanted to know.

It started small, she liked to visit your dorm normally so it was a usual day of her coming to see you after cheer practice in her short shorts and pink t-shirts.

“Oh, those flowers are so cute, did your girlfriend get them for you?” Katie asked, lounging on your desk as she stroked the petals of the bouquet filled with your favourite flowers. “They are so pretty!” She squealed, grinning at you as you sat on your bed.

“Yeah, my girlfriend came over just the other day. It was fun.” You smiled back, wanting to keep details of your beau brief out of respect and love for Katie.

“Does she get you flowers often?” Katie inquired, eyes fixated on the flowers, back turned to you now.

“Not really. It was just a special occasion yesterday, our one year anniversary.” You exclaimed, clearly giddy about the fact you had been together with your girlfriend for a year.

“Fun.” She replied, tutting her plump lips. “So, why didn't I know about her? I mean, you showed me pictures once but you don't really tall about her that much.” Katie commented as she leaned towards you.

“We don't talk about our relationship much…” You mumbled. “I mean- she's like secretive about it. So not a lot of people know.” You shrugged your shoulders awkwardly. Oh, [y/n], you really were such a horrible liar. Katie could tell in an instant that the idea of you relationship being kept secret made you antsy, uncomfortable. If it were *her* that was your girlfriend, she'd be parading you around proudly. Why couldn't you see that?

“Huh.” She huffed, eyeing you up and down.

That was how it started.

She made use of your insecurities about your relationship with your girlfriend and weaponised them against you. Slowly, you grew more worried about whether the reason your girlfriend didn't want to reveal your relationship was because she wasn't proud to be with you, or she wasn't committed to being with you or worst, that she was being unfaithful towards you. Katie didn't help matters, subtly showing you those stupid YouTube shorts with reddit stories that talked about how people who didn't make their relationships known typically cheated on their partners.

You slowly spiralled into madness, growing resentful of your girlfriend and more appreciative of Katie. Eventually, you would break it off with your girlfriend when things became too hard for the both of you.

You kept starting arguments with your girlfriend over why she wanted to keep the relationship a secret, you became too needy for her validation and she was annoyed with you constantly picking fights with her and also your budding relationship with Katie who seemed to find a way to antagonise your girlfriend every single time. Katie egged you on, overanalysing each word your girlfriend said or texted to you and reporting what she thought back to you. Most of which just made you view your girlfriend in a horrible light.

Eventually, you broke up with your girlfriend.

Just like Katie wanted.

She would soon swoop in to comfort you, tell you that it wasn't your fault that the relationship didn't work. Your girlfriend was the red flag, you didn't do anything wrong!

“Come on, pom-pom. Cheer up, you'll find someone much better than her. You were too good for her ass anyway.” Smiled Katie as she dragged you for a night of partying at a fraternity.

You got wasted, of course; attempting to drown out the sorrow of your freshly opened wounds.

Katie's hand snaked around your waist as you danced to the beat of the music, the loud thumps banging loudly in your ear as you drunkenly relied on the cheerleader for support. Before you knew it, the dancing morphed into Katie pulling you into the bathroom, your legs wrapped around her waist as she leaned closer into you, both sat on the counter of the toilet. The vague sounds of people banging the door outside as you both gazed into each others’ eyes. “You feeling better?” She asked, dark eyes looking into yours intensely.

“I… I still miss her.” You slurred, slumping your body into Katie's neck, letting out a dry sob. The cheerleader hummed as she placed a hand on your waist, another under your chin.

“You don't need to think about her anymore, okay? I'm here for you.” She pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

Katie knew that you loved her, everyone did. It's just that your girlfriend was in the way. Now that she's not, you can be devoted to loving her, and only her.

#yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere blog #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #anon ask #ask #yandere female x reader #yandere female #female yandere x reader #female yandere #yandere fic #yandere ask blog #yandere asks

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poeticlilies · 1 year

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I really loved the akutagawa x reader post. Could you maybe do one for dazai?

♡ Melancholy

Dazai Osamu x Reader

Desc: You comfort Dazai after a bad day. (fem reader)

TW/CW: angst, spoilers, harmful thoughts, dazai's past, abuse, might be ooc? not too familiar w bsd yet i'm new to the fandom :')

Dazai Osamu was a man who had lived through at least seven lifetimes in the span of one.

He'd seen things; things that nobody should've seen, but it didn't stop him from seeing them.

He saw Mori kill the old boss and rebuild Port Mafia anew; he was abused by him, and continued the cycle of abuse with Akutagawa, who eventually did it to Kyouka.

Oh, he was a bad man; a wicked, bad, person who had done unspeakable things under the orders of Mori (although some of those actions were not orders; rather, they were committed of his own will).

And although he has betrayed the mafia and joined the Armed Detective Agency, although he has saved countless lives (and the city of Yokohama, several times) he still sometimes finds himself thinking it wasn't enough.

Wasn't enough to wash his hands of the blood he's spilt; wasn't enough to cleanse his sins as they clung to him, digging their claws into his back and oozing inside, whispering in his ear that he'll never be good enough, never be able to do enough, never be able to save enough lives.

And sometimes, when you aren't around, he curls up into a little ball under his sheets and cries, sobbing into the comforter and choking as he tries to breathe (but miserably fails).

He wails into his blanket, shaking all over, hands trembling and eyes wide as he scratches at his throat and his chest, leaving red irritated marks as he tries to rid himself of his sins.

In the detective agency, he was Dazai; a charming, annoying, womanizer who never worked but always somehow managed to turn his share of the paperwork in.

At home, in the privacy of his bedroom, he was Osamu; a man who grew from the broken mold of his childhood, desperately picking up the pieces of his heart and gluing them back together only to fall apart at another one of Kunikida's scathing remarks or the looks from the Agency members varying from pitiful to condescending.

Osamu is sure that he's useless. A burden to the agency; kept around only as a pretty face for sore eyes.

He's been hurt much too much to let anyone know of his meltdowns; there was one close call when Atsushi questioned the splotchy patches of red on his face when he came out of the bathroom, but he managed to convince him it was the aftereffects of another poisonous mushroom and that he was fine, having already been treated by Yosano.

He's hurt too much to even want to fathom the idea of letting someone into his heart. No, what if they see the ugly creature of anxiety and fear and shun him, kicking the soft organ in disgust and making it crumble further into pieces?

You had been let in unwillingly; after worming your way into his heart, one day, things had changed.

You found him crying in your shared bedroom; chest heaving as he sobs into his palms, occasionally pawing at his bandages and tearing the soft fabric. He was so scared, that day, that moment; everything seemed to have been frozen as you two lock eyes, and for a moment, he's absolutely sure that his worst fears have come true, that you will shun him and kick him and sneer at him in disgust, before leaving and never coming back.

Oh, he was so surprised to learn that wasn't the case; when you had shushed him and pulled him into a soft, gentle, hug, and told him it would be alright, despite not knowing what he was crying about, he almost giggled; you didn't hate him? even after knowing his past? you didn't hate the monster that was in your arms?

Of course not, you told him. You're not a monster, Osamu, you murmur, hand carding through his hair as he shudders in your arms.

He blinks, once, twice; before fresh tears come into his eyes (these are ones of happiness) and a soft smiles curls his lips upwards as he lets his façade melt away and allows himself just this once to be rocked to a comfortable nap, knowing that if you've seen this side of him and still chose to embrace him that nothing would hurt him now because you were here, and you cared, and you forgave him for his sins.

And his heart twists in melancholy; there's something just on the tip of his tongue, something about his past that he can't quite piece together, but you press a soft kiss to the crown of his head and the thoughts and sadness melt away until he is not Dazai Osamu, the demon prodigy of the Port Mafia, the ability user who harnesses No Longer Human, and he is simply just a man who has found someone who cares about him.

And he feels a little branch grow out of his cold, dead heart, and he tells himself that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be loved by you.

shii bro this one was long asf... uhmmmm i kinda got carried away :') wHOoPsiE

still very new to the bsd fandom so i apologize if my little scrunkly is ooc

#dazai x reader #osamu x reader #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs spoilers #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #bsd angst #bsd comfort

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pttwice · 6 months

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can we have autistic!tzuyu and dubchaeng have to find a way to calm her down

hi anon :) of course! i think dubchaeng would be a little panicked at first, but eventually they'd be able to work together and figure it out

all too much

|| littlend!tzuyu, big sis!dahyun, big sis!chaeyoung ||

Tzuyu was playing with her big plastic building blocks when she heard the smoke alarm go off. Immediately, she dropped the blocks she had in her hands as they flew up to her ears. She curled up into a ball and started to whine, the noise shooting pain straight through her body.

Dahyun waved a towel towards the smoke alarm, trying to get it to shut up faster. She looked out of the kitchen and saw Tzuyu curled up on the floor. Although she had no idea what her little sister was going through, she could only imagine how much pain she was in.

Once the smoke alarm finally stopped, Dahyun rushed to Tzuyu's side. She tried to reach a hand out but this only caused Tzuyu to whine even louder. Soon, she started to hit her head against the floor and if Dahyun tried to reach out, she'd hit her head against the floor even harder.

The smoke alarm woke Chaeyoung up from her nap. As she walked out of her room, she was still a bit sleepy but very aware of Tzuyu trying to hurt herself on the floor. Quickly, she went over to the couch and grabbed one of the pillows. She slid it under Tzuyu's head and hoped that if she still tried to bang her head, the pillow would provide at least a little more cushioning.

"Where's mama and mommy?" Dahyun had a look of panic on her face as she turned to Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung shrugged and checked the time. It was almost 6pm so if they were out, they should be home soon. "I dunno. Why did the smoke alarm go off?"

Dahyun grimaced and pointed to the burnt cup ramen on the kitchen counter. "I may have forgotten to put water in the ramen."

Chaeyoung just sighed and shook her head, her attention back to Tzuyu. The poor girl was still whining and banging her head against the pillow. As she rocked, Chaeyoung's heart broke. She hated seeing her little sister like this, but she didn't know what to do. She knew that the last thing Tzuyu wanted was to be touched, but she also knew she couldn't keep hitting her head on the pillow over and over again.

"I can't touch her. Every time I tried to, she would hit her head against the floor even harder." Dahyun frowned and looked between Tzuyu and Chaeyoung. She was concerned that Tzuyu was going to make herself dizzy and sick with how much and how fast she was moving her head.

As her two big sisters stared at her, Tzuyu kept her eyes shut tight. Moving her head wasn't helping too much and she could still hear too much even with her hands over her ears. She felt like someone was shaking her brain and she absolutely hated it. Quickly tears started to fall as she kept whining louder and louder. It was all too much and she wanted it to stop.

Dahyun stood up, her hands on the top of her head as she paced back and forth in a small line. She didn't know what to do. The best she could come up with was hugging Tzuyu, but that would just make things worse. The longer they let Tzuyu have this meltdown though, the worse she was going to feel.

Chaeyoung looked around the room, trying to see if there was anything that would help her little sister. There was a coloring book, some crayons spread out, and Tzuyu's blocks, but that was it. The only thing Tzuyu could do with the blocks would be to bite on them or hit herself with them and that's the last thing she needed to do.

Suddenly, Dahyun had an idea. She ran to Tzuyu's bedroom and got her headphones, Poppy, her weighted blanket, and her squishy ball. Once Dahyun collected everything in her arms, she ran back out to the living room. She handed the squishy ball and Poppy to Chaeyoung before she knelt down and gently laid the weighted blanket over Tzuyu's body.

Almost immediately, Tzuyu stopped banging her head against the pillow. It was the perfect amount of pressure she needed without the feeling of someone giving her a hug. Her whining quieted down and her breathing started to even out a bit as Dahyun carefully put her headphones over her hands. Tzuyu felt what they were and moved her hands, all of the loud noises quickly going away.

Chaeyoung looked down at Dahyun in surprise and crouched down beside her little sister. She held Poppy out, tapping Tzuyu's arm with Poppy's. The little looked up, tears still pooling in her eyes. Once she saw what Chaeyoung was holding, she reached a shaky hand out to grab Poppy and then the squishy ball.

Dahyun and Chaeyoung watched as Tzuyu situated herself under the weighted blanket. Her pained expression slowly turned into one of content as the fear and panic washed away. Her brain didn't hurt as much and she could only hear her heartbeat.

When they heard the sound of the apartment code being put in, Dahyun and Chaeyoung jumped off the couch. They stood in front of the door, waiting for their mamas to walk in. To avoid another meltdown, they needed to make sure their mamas didn't turn the lights all the way on and Nayeon didn't yell out that they were home.

Jeongyeon jumped at the sight of Dahyun and Chaeyoung standing so close to the door, a look of confusion forming on her face when Chaeyoung lifted her finger up to her lips.

Nayeon was about to turn the lights on when Dahyun's hand shot up, grabbing hold of Nayeon's. Nayeon looked as confused and startled as Jeongyeon. All they wanted to do was put the groceries away and say hello, but they were being held hostage at their front door.

"Mommy, you gotta be quiet. Tzu had a meltdown."

Nayeon and Jeongyeon's eyes widened in realization as they took a few steps into the apartment. They spotted Tzuyu on the living room floor, almost entirely covered by her weighted blanket. Poppy was sitting on her chest and her squishy ball was peeking out of her hand under one of the corners of the blankets.

Their mama's hearts ached at the sight of Tzuyu so small on the floor, but they were proud that their girls were able to take care of the situation so well.

Dahyun explained what had happened to them and walked them through how they were able to help Tzuyu. It was a little scary since any time Tzuyu had a meltdown before, their mamas were always there to help. Helping their little sister by themselves wasn't easy, but now they knew how to help.

"You girls did a really good job helping Tzu. Thank you." Jeongyeon smiled and kissed both of them on the head while Nayeon went to check on Tzuyu.

The littles eyes opened as she felt Nayeon taking her headphones off. Her eyes shot open and she opened her mouth to whine, but she stopped as soon as she saw her mommy. Nayeon gently ran her fingers through Tzuyu's hair. Now that she didn't feel like someone was shaking her brain, her mama's touch felt really good.

"Feeling better, sweet girl?" Nayeon smiled down at Tzuyu as she kept brushing her baby's hair.

Tzuyu just gave Nayeon a small nod. Words were too hard right now, but she pointed over to Dahyun and Chaeyoung who were still talking to their mama. Nayeon looked over and nodded, understanding the brief small smile on Tzuyu's lips. Nayeon knew that she was grateful they were able to take care of her.

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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family man , tyler seguin

note, how did i come up with this idea? i got a tiktok on my fyp, an edit of ty from his gq interview. we all know the one. pair, tyler seguin x reader summary, the five times tyler gushed about his family to the media. warnings, children/kids, mentions of murder (jokingly) word count, 2098 words

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Tyler was a proud guy and he loved talking about his family at any chance he could. If prompted, he would proceed to gush, and even un-prompted he would gush about you and Rosie.

one. postgame, september 2017

Tyler was getting ready to leave for the arena. He really want to have you there with him but Rosie was still too small, so you settled for watching it on TV.

He kept, longingly, looking back at you and Rosie as he tied his tie, "Stop. Just get ready." You laughed, throwing something at him.

"Hey, violence!" He shouted.

You shook your head as you rocked Rosie. He eventually was ready and opened his arms. You placed Rosie in his arms and he smiled, "Goodbye, Roro. Be good for mom. Promise?"

He held out his pinky, which Rosie wrapped her tiny little hand around, "Good." He smiled and kissed her head.

He stared down at her for a few more minutes, not wanting to leave or let go, "You gotta go, Ty."

"No." He shook his head, "Wanna stay."

"I know." You frowned, "But you have you." He sighed but relented.

He grabbed his stuff and you followed him to the door. He slung his bag over his shoulder and turned around you both and looked so sad you almost didn't want to send him away.

"We love you." You told him, leaning up and kissing his cheek.

"Love you, too." He kissed you. He then leaned down and kissed Rosie's head, "And I love you, too, sweet girl."

You watched from the comfort of your couch, dogs laying all around you, sporting your Seguin jerseys, Rosie wearing one of her own but it being a little too big on her.

"Stars Fans, this summer, our very own Tyler Seguin and his girlfriend Y/N welcomed a new family member to their clan. Please put your hands together and welcome Rosie to the Stars family." The arena erupted in cheers, from both sides.

You smiled, moving Rosie so she could see the screen. On the jumbotron, a photo taken after Rosie was born flashed up onto the big screen. It was after you got home from the hospital. His mom had taken it.

The camera flashed down to Tyler who flashed a teary smile to the fans. He nodded appreciatively and waved a hand. Fans on the other side banged their sticks against the side of the wall.

After the game, Tyler knew most, if not all, questions would be about Rosie and he was pumped.

"So, Tyler, tell us…" Right off the bat, Tyler knew exactly where the question was going, "How's dad-life?"

"Oh, man, I was waiting for this one." He got laughs, "It's the best thing in the entire world.

"You have a daughter, correct?"

"Yeah, Rosie."

"Is Rosie best friends with the dogs?"

"Oh, for sure. Before she was even born, they were the ones standing guard next to Y/N, my girlfriend." A smile found its way onto his face when he said the word 'girlfriend'.

“And is Rosie a daddy’s girl yet?”

“She’s a doggy’s girl.” He laughed, “They’re best friends.”

“That’s so sweet.”

two. home interview, june 2018

Home interviews weren't something done too often, but Tyler was asked and he accepted. So, you cleaned your house to the Gods, even when Tyler assured you people wouldn't judge you on the appearance of your house.

You ignored him.

While Tyler sat in the backyard, Gerry sitting at his feet with the interviewer, you were in the little playroom with Rosie, attempting to entertain her.

"Dada." She whined.

"I know, I'm sorry. Daddy's busy." You cooed, rocking her back and forth, trying to avoid a meltdown.

"Dada." Marshall and Cash tried to soothe her but even they couldn't help.

She kept crying as you tried to soothe her, bouncing her up and down and running a hand up and down her back. She pointed up, "You want to go upstairs?" She nodded.

You held her hands and helped her up the stairs and helped her walk into the kitchen. Her eyes went wide when she saw all the camera equipment sitting in the living room.

You opened the fridge and looked down at her, "Do you want a snack, Roro?" She nodded, and you picked her up, pointing to the different food sitting in the fridge.

She pointed to the container of strawberries, "Berry." She pointed.

"Good choice." You pulled out the strawberries and set her on the ground so she could play with the dogs. While you were cleaning and cutting the strawberries, she waddled over to the backyard door.

"Do you guys have any special game-day rituals?" The interviewer asked. The questions before had been a bit more hard-hitting, so a fun question in between was a nice change of pace.

Tyler laughed, "Yeah, we do. It's different between each game. Before home games, all three of us have a special little ritual, which I won't share because it's our special thing." The interviewer nodded, understandingly.

"But at all the home games they come to, we have our ritual up by the glass."

"And what's that?"

"I'm sure we all know what it is because it's been posted everywhere on social media, but we blow each other kisses through the glass. It's our thing." He shrugged.

"And is it different for away games?"

"Yeah, we do our goodbye ritual before I leave, but before each game, I usually Facetime them, just to see them. So, that's usually our only game-day rituals." The interviewer smiled.

Gerry's head popped up and he looked over at Rosie. Tyler out of the corner of his eye spotted Rosie. She grinned and waved. He waved, gesturing for her to come over.

She waddled over and raised her arms, "Up." She demanded, and Tyler picked her up, setting her in his lap.

She had yet to see the interviewer, but when she did, she got shy and huddled further into Tyler, "Speak of the princess, and she shall appear." Tyler joked.

"What's your name?" The man asked.

"Rosie Juliet Seguin." She stated, making Tyler smile proudly.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Rosie." The man smiled, holding out his hand. She reached out and shook it, "So, Rosie, do you like watching your dad play hockey?"

"Sticks?" She asked.

"Yeah." Tyler nodded.

"Yeah!" She cheered.

"What's your favorite part about going to dad's games?"

"Unke Rope."

"Her favorite part is seeing Uncle Roope." Tyler translated.

The interviewer nodded with a laugh. Rosie looked over to the backyard door and saw you standing there. You raised a brow but she only burrowed herself further into her father's arms. You sighed, shaking your head but letting her win this battle.

three. podcast interview, august 2019

"So, tell me, now that all the work questions are out of the way, let's get down to the fun ones. Congrats, I saw you got married last month." Ally, the interviewer smiled.

"Yes, thank you." Tyler nodded.

"I might've shed a few tears while watching your wedding video." She admitted, "Especially when Rosie walked down the aisle."

"Oh, you and me both." Tyler laughed.

"And when the dogs walked down the aisle." She looked down at her notes, "I know there are so many different moments to pick from, but which one is your favorite?"

"I have two." He stated, "The first one is definitely seeing Rosie for the first time. We had a special first look with me and her, so seeing her the first time was special."

"That's so cute."

"It was, I think it's in the wedding video, but it was my favorite moment I got to share with her. She was so excited too. She picked out her dress and the entire night she gushed about how excited she was to get her makeup done and get her hair done up all special." He gushed.

"Awh." Ally smiled.

"And my other favorite moment was after the ceremony before the reception, Y/N and I, we just sat in a room in the reception hall while guests were arriving, just sitting there. We were eating a bag of goldfish and I think then it was finally settling in that we were actually married."

Ally nodded with a laugh, "That might be universal."

"Did that happen with you too?"

"Yeah, after I got married, we were sitting in the car, my husband and I, and we were literally just sitting there and it was finally sinking in. It was crazy."

"It was surreal, that's for sure."

"Well send my congratulations to the Missus, and tell her she looked absolutely gorgeous."

"I let her know that every day." He flashed his goofy grin.

four. gq tattoo tour, february 2020

"I'm Tyler Seguin, and this is my tattoo tour." He slammed the clapperboard.

He got through all the tattoos on his arms and his right chest, as he called it, before stopping at the tattoo on his right ribcage. It was Rosie's name in cursive. It was simple but it meant so much to you and Tyler.

"This tattoo is special to me because my wife and I got matching tattoos. We both got our daughter's name tattooed, but her's is on her forearm."

He ran his hand over the lettering, "I tossed up a few ideas, but the only idea that stuck with her was this one, so here we are." He nodded.

"I, of course, have my wedding band tattoo." He flashed the tattooed wedding band etched into the skin of his left ring finger, "It has both of our initials and our wedding date." He explained.

"I can't wear my ring on the ice, so this is the next best thing I have." He shrugged.

"Any more?" The person behind the camera asked.

"Yeah, I have one I have yet to tell my wife about, so sorry honey." He looked into the camera with a laugh, "I recently got this one while on the road." Below Rosie's name was 6 delicate small hearts.

"All 6 hearts represent our family. So one for me, one for Y/N, one for Rosie, and the other three are the dogs." He laughed.

The GQ interview came out, and you watched it, learning about the new tattoo on his ribcage. You found him in the basement playroom, "Let me see it." You demanded.

"See what?"

"You know what." He lifted up his shirt, letting you see the tiny hearts, "Oh, Ty." You cooed.

"What? Is it bad? Do you not like it?" He panicked.

"No, no, I love it. It's sweet." You smiled, kissing his cheek.

five. interview, june 2020

"So, Tyler…" The interviewer began, "There have been some rumors flying around, and I've had many people send me messages asking me to ask you this question."

"Oh, boy." He laughed.

"Before this question gets taken the wrong way because that's the last thing I want to do is insult you or your wife, but are you expecting?" The man asked.

Tyler smiled, "Oh, man, she's gonna be so upset with me. But yeah, baby Seguin is coming sometime of next year." He beamed.

"Well, you heard it here first, friends. Baby Seguin number 2 is coming soon." The interviewer clapped.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Congrats, and send my congrats to the Missus."

"I will if she doesn't kill me first." He laughed.

The next day, Tyler awoke to messages from friends, family, and everyone else in his life, to articles of different titles, but they all said similar things.

"TYLER SEGUIN AND WIFE EXPECTING BABY NUMBER 2"

"TYLER SEGUIN BREAKS NEWS: BABY NUMBER 2 COMING NEXT YEAR"

"TYLER SEGUIN MIGHT BE DEAD AFTER BREAKING NEWS OF BABY NUMBER 2"

He decided to take to Twitter to send out a message because there were a few messages, concerned you had in fact murdered him.

tseguinofficial: Yes, baby number 2 is coming, and thank you o the people who reached out to make sure I was still alive. Thank you for all your kind messages.

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ynseguin: for the last time, i wasn't gonna actually kill you loser 🙄

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yn.seguin yes, baby #2 is coming. i had a special announcement planned, but blabbermouth tyler had to go out and spill the beans. and yes, tyler’s alive and doing fine.

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tseguin92 it was an accident!

dallasstars congrats again!! 💚

starswags the fact that she has to keep saying he’s still alive 😭

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for rosie’s name tattoo (view here) imagine it says rosie’s name and not james lol

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 2 years

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Reignited passion (Alyssa Naeher x Reader)

Guess who's back at 1am after only having less than 3 hours sleep in the last day. Apparently lack of sleep makes me want to right. This isn't really edited, but hope you enjoy.

Words: 2.5K

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It was the last day of camp and I was sitting on my bed with Alyssa. We had about an hour until it was time to leave for the airport, but we had finished packing already. Alyssa and I were going to the same place, but after the chaos that was camp, it was nice to just chill with someone who was so calm.

"Can you sing for me?"

It had been over a year since I sung. When my mum died, any passion I had for singing seemed to disappear. We used to sing together all the time. When I was upset, stressed, or hurt, she would sing to me as a way to help me calm down. We would spend hours together, writing and singing. It didn't feel right singing without her. I never seemed to be able to say no to Alyssa though. We weren't dating or anything, but I did have a rather large crush on her.

Alyssa placed her hand on my arm, a small smile present, "You don't have to Y/n."

I already knew I couldn't say no so I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before starting to sing the first song that came to mind.

I've been awake for a while now

You've got me feelin' like a child now

'Cause every time I see your bubbly face

I get the tingles in a silly place

It starts in my toes

And I crinkle my nose

Wherever it goes

I always know, that you make me smile

Please stay for a while now

Just take your time

Wherever you go

The rain is falling on my window pane

But we are hiding in a safer place

Under covers staying dry and warm

You give me feelings that I adore

They start in my toes, make me crinkle my nose

Wherever it goes

I always know

That you make me smile

Please stay for a while

Now just take your time

Wherever you go

But what am I gonna say

When you make me feel this way

I just mmmmm

I finally opened my eyes when I felt something touch my knee. Alyssa had shifted closer so she was sitting cross-legged in front of me, our knees touching. Her hand hesitantly reached out, lacing with mine when I met her hand halfway. My heart sped up, like it did every time Alyssa was close. It took a lot of self control to keep singing without stuttering, but I managed. Alyssa kept her focus on me as I continued. There was a look on her face that I couldn't quite figure out. Her eyes were soft, sparkling almost, a slight smile playing on her lips.

It starts in my soul

And I lose all control, when you kiss my nose

The feeling shows

'Cause you make me smile

Baby, just take your time

now holdin' me tight

Wherever, wherever, wherever you go

Wherever you go, I always know

'Cause you make me smile

Even just for a while

"You are amazing Y/n/n." Alyssa whispered as I finished. We seemed to both lean in slightly as if we were drawn together. She cupped my cheek with her spare hand. I closed the space between us. Our lips moved slowly yet perfectly in sync, like they were made to all along. Her lips were soft, yet slightly chapped and so, so addictive. We pulled away after a few seconds, I could taste the slight hint of her chap stick as I licked my lips. Relishing in the taste of her. A wide grin spread across her face, lips meeting the back of my hand. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

There was no stopping the huge smile that spread across my face at Alyssa's admission, "Me too Lys."

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She's got a smile that it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories

Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky (Sky)

Now and then when I see her face

She takes me away to that special place

And if I stared too long I'd probably break down and cry

Everyone seemed to quieten down around us, but I was focused on the small child in front of me. We were back at camp and Alex had brought Charlie with her. I'm not really sure what happened, but Charlie had suddenly started having a meltdown. I'd managed to get her to stop crying, but her lip was still wobbling. A threat of more tears appearing at any minute. I took her hands, slowly swaying.

Whoa-oh-oh! Sweet child o' mine

Whoa, oh-oh-oh! Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies

As if they thought of rain

I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain

Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place

Where as a child I'd hide

And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by

Charlie giggled as I spun her around, ending the song. She ran over to Alex, yelling about how she was a princess because I spun her around. Everyone looked at me, surprise on all of their faces. It had been a long time since anyone had heard me sing except Alyssa. Even she had only heard me once at the last camp. My passion for singing and music in general was coming back, but slowly. I also still struggled with getting back into singing in front of people.

Alyssa subtly placed her hand on my back when I stood next to her. We had been together for a few months now, but we had decided to keep it to ourselves for a while. It was hard because she was still so addicting. All I wanted to do was hold her hand, cuddle with her or kiss her. It was also nice though, we got to just enjoy us while getting used to the new relationship.

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We were on the bus heading to the stadium for game day. Everyone seemed slightly nervous, especially the few players that were attending camp for the first time. There was music playing quietly, but no one was singing or dancing like usual. I pushed myself up off Alyssa's shoulder and squeezed her hand. It wasnt unusual for me to rest against Alyssa on the bus, we had been doing it for a long time, now it was just with added secret hand holding. She gave me a questioning look, but I just smiled.

"Em, can I borrow your phone?" She reluctantly handed it over, I went through her music trying to find something more upbeat. Everyone sat up a bit when the song changed and I started clapping my hands.

Oh Mickey, you're so fine

You're so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you're so fine

You're so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you're so fine

You're so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you're so fine

You're so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey

Hey Mickey

You've been around all night and that's a little long

You think you've got the right, but I think you've got it wrong

Why can't you say goodnight? So you can take me home Mickey?

Emily and Kelley stood up with me, dancing around the bus. A few of the other girls were dancing in their seats while others clapped along. The speaker died, but no one seemed to notice so I just decided to have fun.

Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don't understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand

It's guys like you, Mickey

Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey

Don't break my heart, Mickey

Simmer down, simmer down

They say we're too young now to amount to anything else

But look around

We worked too damn hard for this just to give it up now

If you don't swim, you'll drown

But don't move, honey

You look so perfect standing there

In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now, that I'm so down

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart

And I know now, that I'm so down (hey!)

My focus went straight to Alyssa. Since we started dating she had developed a habit of stealing my clothes. Mostly the oversized stuff I had for sleeping in or my hoodies. It never bothered me though, she did look amazing in my clothes. Red was creeping up her cheeks as I kept singing to her. Emily bumped up against me, which made me look away from Alyssa, it was probably a good thing since we were supposed to be hiding our relationship for now.

Let's get out, let's get out

'Cause this deadbeat town's only here just to keep us down

While I was out, I found myself alone just thinking

If I showed up with a plane ticket

And a shiny diamond ring with your name on it

Would you wanna run away too?

'Cause all I really want is you

I got my first real six-string

Bought it at the five-and-dime

Played it 'til my fingers bled

Was the summer of '69

Me and some guys from school

Had a band and we tried real hard.

Jimmy quit, Jody got married

I should've known we'd never get far

Oh, when I look back now

That summer seemed to last forever

And if I had the choice

Yeah, I'd always wanna be there

Those were the best days of my life

Ain't no use in complainin'

When you've got a job to do

Spent my evenings down at the drive-in

And that's when I met you, yeah

Don't stop believin'

Hold on to that feelin'

Streetlight people

Don't stop believin'

Hold on

Streetlight people

Don't stop believin'

Hold on to that feelin'

Streetlight people

"We're here," Someone called, making pretty much everyone groan in protest.

"But we were having fun," Emily whined.

I pushed her forward towards the front of the bus, "Come on Em, we have ass to kick."

Alex patted my back, "It's good to hear you singing again."

I smiled, heading back to my seat to grab my bag. Alyssa was waiting for me, holding my bag. Everyone was already off the bus so I squeezed her hand quickly before letting go, "Thank you beautiful."

"You're the beautiful one. Do you want to have dinner tonight?"

"Like go out for dinner?"

Alyssa played with her fingers nervously, "If you're up for it. I realised today that we've only ever been out on a proper date once or twice in the few months we've been together. All we usually do is hangout at your apartment or maybe go for walks where no one will see us. If you don't want to it's fine, I get it, I just-"

Lindsey popped her head into the bus, "What's taking you guys so long?"

"Coming, sorry we got distracted." We made our way out of the bus. When Lindsey was far enough in front of us, I stepped closer to Alyssa, "I would love to go to dinner with you tonight. I'll make reservations for 8."

The smile on Alyssa's face made butterflies erupt in my stomach the same way they did before we started dating. I had expected it to go away after we got over the newness of it all and it started to feel real, but it hasn't happened yet. Every time I saw her smile, heard her laugh or kissed her, the butterflies would go wild.

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"Lys you ready?"

"Just a second."

Alyssa walked out of the bathroom wearing blue skinny jeans, white blouse, and black leather jacket, "Maybe we can just stay here, you look so good in this, I bet you look even better without it."

She chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to my lips, "Keep it in your pants Y/l/n. Let's go, we're going to be late."

Dinner consisted of secret touches under the table and whispered comments while trying to act as much like friends as possible. Despite that, it was fun. I had never felt that carefree or happy around anyone other than Alyssa. Everything just seemed that much easier when I was with her. I was looking forward to the day we could go out without hiding, but in a way hiding brought me a sense of security. Like I had a place in this world that was just us, a safe place I guess. Somewhere we could escape to when our jobs or lives were crazy.

We were walking along the beach hand in hand. It was dark so we weren't that worried about people noticing us. I was humming the tune to teenage dream by Katy Perry. Some of the girls were playing it earlier and it had been stuck in my head since.

"What is that?" Alyssa asked after a few minutes. I smiled and decided to just sing it for her.

You think I'm pretty

Without any make-up on

You think I'm funny

When I tell the punchline wrong

I know you get me

So I let my walls come down, down

Before you met me

I was alright

But things were kinda heavy

You brought me to life

Now every February

You'll be my Valentine, Valentine

Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance until we die

You and I, we'll be young forever

You make me feel

Like I'm livin'

A teenage dream

The way you turn me on

I can't sleep

Let's run away and don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back

My heart stops

When you look at me

Just one touch

Now, baby, I believe

This is real

So take a chance and don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back

We drove to Cali

And got drunk on the beach

Got a motel

And built a fort out of sheets

I finally found you

My missing puzzle piece

I'm complete

"You're a dork."

"Hey, Katy Perry is awesome."

"I never said she wasn't, I'm just simply pointing out the fact that you are a dork."

"You love it."

"I do, I also love the fact that you're singing again. Your voice is amazing, you are amazing."

"Who's the dork now?"

Alyssa laughed loudly, "Still you."

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"What made you start singing again?" Ali asked. We were sitting on the field, waiting for the others to finish their warm ups.

I shrugged, "I guess I found my passion again."

"Or someone helped you find that passion," Ali nudged me before looking over at Alyssa who quickly looked away.

"Maybe, don't tell anyone yet please."

"I wasn't even sure myself until you just confirmed it. So you two are together?"

I couldn't stop the smile as I glanced back at Alyssa, "We are."

"Your secrets safe with me. I'm just glad you're happy again. And that you're singing again, I missed your voice."

"People have been saying that alot."

"It's true. We love when you sing Y/n. We love your voice. Camp wasn't quite the same without it. Now tell me how you and Alyssa happened." I filled Ali in on the night Alyssa and I first kissed. A smile on my face the whole time. It was nice to have someone to talk about Alyssa with.

Later that night, Alyssa and I were finally back in our room after team bonding. I cuddled against her, head on her chest as she held me close. "Thank you Lys, without you I don't know if I ever would have sung again."

"You don't have to thank me. You have no idea how amazing it felt to have you sing to me that night. It felt like an honor. You seem a lot happier now that you're singing again."

"You have a lot to do with that."

"Maybe I do, but it's not just me. You seem lighter in a way. I love you Y/n."

I cuddled further into her, enjoying the warmth and safety she provided, "I love you too Alyssa."

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randomfoggytiger · 7 months

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"Something Approaching a Normal Life"

(Fictober, Day 10)

Prompts from @agent-troi ("Scully invites Mulder to Thanksgiving dinner because it’s close to the anniversary of Samantha’s disappearance and she doesn’t want him to be alone" and "Mulder and Scully try to plan and host a dinner party, inspired mainly by the comedy of errors that is the dinner party episode of frasier...") and one of my sisters ("October in Christmas", "Thanksgiving", and "Signs the movie".)

*****

Mulder had another thing coming if he thought he could squizzle out of a foolhardy trip to the Bermuda Triangle with nothing more than a healthy bruise and a sweet word or two.

Although-- truthfully-- the blame lay more with his loopy bedside confession than any earlier, clear-headed, ill-advised action.

*****

“Thanksgiving?”

Scully shifted her stance, heels rocking as she folded her arms a little tighter. “Yes.”

“With your family?”

This time she focused on the bullpen carpet, lisping out a softer, “...Yes.”

Mulder didn’t know what to say. Everything seemed too polite or too ungrateful.

“I know we don’t usually….”

There were a lot of things they didn’t usually, but holidays were high on the list. And considering the batch of Thanksgivings they’d experienced, always apart-- last year jumping straight from a botched team building seminar into small town shenanigans, the year before that caught up with Krycek and Congress, the year before that strung tight between secrets and diseases carted around in explosive train cars, and their first ever one nearly spent in volcanic quarantine-- broaching him to celebrate this one was…

Unexpected.

"Are you... sure, Scully?"

“Mulder….” Scully stepped a little closer, craning her head back further. Utterly baffled. “Are you… shy?”

Sometimes he forgot that his five-foot-almost-nothin’ partner had his number from day one. “I think a better word would be hesitant. And,” he rushed on, “not without precedent.”

She was smiling too smugly for him to continue pursuing whatever point he was trying to make. “Christmas in October didn’t count then, Mulder, and it doesn’t now.”

“‘Well, that’s another opinion--’,” he mush-mouthed.

“‘And I respect it’, yeah.” Scully leaned even more forward, eyebrow pushing its customary way up. “Are you coming to Mom’s party, or do I have to tell her that you refused a personal invitation to sit at home in the dark?”

Maggie Scully already knew about his lonely, isolated couch nights-- far more than Scully herself was aware.

Mulder couldn't bring himself to ruin her Thanksgiving, too.

*****

Twelve hours later he and Scully were setting out dinnerware while studiously trying to ignore the escalating toddler meltdowns howling behind them.

Her mother's house was packed, sardines of all shapes and sizes amiably chatting, swapping stories, or helpfully guiding the endless schools of Catholic children with admonishments and head pats (though he was amused to notice which cross wearers scowled at each other over unspoken but blatantly different opinions on birth control.) It had been subdued, pleasant even: Bill hadn’t taken the easy Mulder bait, Tara had darted here and there after Matthew, and various faces swam curiously in and out of their bubble to acquaint and chit chat. It had been easy to navigate strange waters-- Mulder kept an aquarium at home, after all.

The problem started when one little tyke fell backwards against his sister or cousin (or an unholy mix of the two), a loud smack resounding mere seconds before both burst into tears. Then the other children got caught in the emotional tow; and the chaos spilled over until most of the room was either screaming or consoling.

Scully practically fled the scene, Mulder following in her wake. And now they were setting an already set table together.

When everyone's emotions began to settle and calm, Scully apologetically sighed. He waited, knowing there was more.

“‘Christmas in October’.” She ruefully smiled. “How do we do it?”

“It’s part of the job-- the unexplained finds us.” Neither mentioned there wasn’t much unexplained in their current scutwork. “But…” he paused, letting her sweat a bit, “despite a few…”

“‘Unexplained’ things,” she filled in, flatly.

“--happenings--,” he supplied. She snorted at his exhaustless ability to grab for the last word; and he rewarded it with a soft shoulder tap. “--I’ve been having a whale of a time.”

*****

The post-turkey tryptophanic haze loosened up Mulder's subconscious mind enough to make a few gnarly connections.

Tomorrow, November 27, 25 years. Black Friday.

He looked across the room, locked onto Scully’s eyes and waited until she met his. They immediately confirmed his suspicions-- a good liar his partner was not-- and blinked with indecision, one lash closing faster than the other. But it never took Scully long to recover her footing: she let something like pride (and a sentiment that matched his black and blue cheek) take shape and sparkle at him before ducking away.

Mulder knew her own haunted holiday was coming up soon, ghosts hovering around every corner. He’d have to find a way to return the favor.

“Who ya gonna call?" he sang under his breath. "Ghostbusters!”

Bill, walking by with three of the messiest children over five Mulder had ever seen, scowled at him.

Muzzily, he decided relaxing via tryptophan might work if the tv ever went kaput.

*****

Maggie packed her favorite invite two large to-go containers (one filled almost exclusively with sweet potato pie) and waved off his half-hearted volunteers to clean up. “Fox, I wouldn’t dream of having a guest help out. And Dana’s your ride home, so you two better get going.”

Taking one last look at the aftermath, Mulder understood now why his mother had kept celebratory dinners intimate or large gatherings outside during respectable daylight hours.

He drove on renewed energy from his doze while Scully picked at something she called a cheerio salad and he called a marketing gimmick.

“You know, Scully…” he mused, waiting for her assenting hum, “I think tonight went well.”

“In what world,” she scowled, digestive funk breath spilling towards him in a huff.

“Nothing bad happened. No major damage was done. I even have a fan club.”

“Mulder, Uncle Moses taking one look at you, running over, and having the nerve to be naively disappointed that ‘the jury’s still out’ on your ancestry does not even begin to cover tonight.”

“And then he sat for thirty minutes listening to swamp monster stories."

"He thought you starred in a nonexistent movie called 'Signs', Mulder."

"What I mean, Scully, is that there were good people tonight. Good food, even. Better than my usual fair. It was-- it was nice. Thanks for inviting me over.”

Mulder suspected she was smiling, widely, relieved and touched. “Any time, Mulder.”

*****

Over the holiday weekend, he got a call from Area 51.

Christmas plans would have to wait.

*****

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

#txf #fic #Fictober #2023 #Day 10 #mine #“Something Approaching a Normal Life”#Mulder #Scully #Thanksgiving #Samantha Mulder #Bill Scully Jr.#Maggie Scully

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ultraericthered · 3 months

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One Villainous Scene: Defeat From The Depths Of Victory

We all know Vegeta, right? Edgy, haughty, hot-tempered, trash-talky quintissential shonen manga/anime rival to the hero whose driven by his pride, his anger, and his burning desire to surpass the hero? The guy who worked his way up from Arc Villain to Lancer and secondary lead of the franchise, with sort of became a trend in Japanese media to follow? I assume that's the Vegeta we're all most familiar with.

I say all this because that is not who Vegeta was in his initial lifetime. It does make a sufficient deal of sense why he'd become that upon his revival, with his new lease of life shifting gears towards wanting to become a Super Saiyan for real and surpass Goku as the strongest Saiyan warrior alive so that his status as the Saiyan Prince could remain backed with justification and importance to him. But prior to this, back when we first met Vegeta, he wasn't quite the same person as we'd later come to know and love him as. The first time around, Vegeta was a more shrewd, cunning, caluclating, premeditating and deliberately precision-heavy character. He was an ideal foil for Goku since while Goku is known to either think on his feet or not do much thinking at all, Vegeta has a sharp mind and a sense of caution, and as such he can think deeply and many steps ahead of his enemies.

Upon touchdown on the planet Namek, Vegeta's every move was thought out to give himself the tactical advantage over the much more powerful, more dangerous, and more well equipped adversary he was putting himself up against, his own former mentor and boss, Freeza. Impressively, he kept himself ahead of the game this way, easily outmaneuvering and killing both Cui and Dodoria before claiming a single Dragon Ball from a Namekian village he slaughters, hiding it deep beneath the nearby lake. Even when he finally faces a hurdle that catches him off guard and bests him in the form of Zarbon, Vegeta is able to rebound stronger than before, taking all five Dragon Balls Freeza gathered on his mothership, then taking the Dragon Ball that Krillin had just been given by the Grand Elder, and getting his payback on Zarbon in the process. At this point, Vegeta just needed to retrieve the ball he hid in the lake and he'd be able to gather all seven together to make a wish. Eternal life would be his!

Which makes the stroke of fate that followed all the more cruelly ironic for him, as Goku's son Gohan managed to find that underwater Dragon Ball and take it away. On his way to the lake, Vegeta even ran into Gohan in a super tense, menacing encounter that could be a great Villaionus Scene all on its own, but Gohan managed to fool him by not only keeping his newly acquired Dragon Ball hidden, but not letting him know that the radar he was carrying in plain sight was what he'd used to find it. Vegeta realizes too late he's been had, and as you'd expect, he's not happy. In fact, he goes downright ballistic.

Keep in mind I started watching Dragon Ball Z as a kid for the first time during the Namek Saga; I'd not yet seen the saga where Vegeta was the Big Bad at the time I got to this episode. Once I had finally seen it, this moment hit me even harder because now I had context that the last time we ever saw Vegeta get this explosively furious to the point of a full-on meltdown was when Goku had overcome him and bruised him up so bad that he had to see the sight of his own blood for the first time in his life, and he responded by threatening to put enough power into a Galic Gun attack to blow up the Earth. It's funny that it later takes Freeza getting pissed off over Super Saiyan Goku overpowering him to lead to the destruction of Namek, but when you see Vegeta get this ferally enraged over how easily all of his near perfect scheming got derailed by the son of Kakarot, you almost fear he's gonna wipe the whole planet out in a blind rage tantrum! Oh, and that voice acting from Brian Drummond...I dare say it actually surpasses Ryo Horikawa's delivery of the scene. He just sounds completely unhinged in his screaming fury, with the echo in his voice making the moment extra chilling and so unforgettable.

Vegeta losing his shit with anger became a lot more common as the series went on, but back when he was at his prime as a collected and stratetically clever villain, seeing him snap was pure nightmare fuel. ....Provided it was in a scary way, not an unintentionally funny way.

#One Villainous Scene #Dragon Ball #Dragon Ball Z #anime #Vegeta

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blackjackkent · 3 months

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(Jarringly, if you go straight to a long rest from Gortash, the game forgets about all the Karlach drama and she's all like "HEY! ^_^" when you go to chat with her, but then the next morning she has an exclamation mark over her head and is plot-appropriately sad again. As I mentioned in that drabble earlier, I'm just leaning into this and deciding that Karlach basically didn't come back to camp all night, wandering around the city and finding someone private to cry/process/scream at the sky. Hector, meanwhile, lies alone in their tent and has an incredibly unsettling interaction with the Emperor and his own meltdown.

So we will say this is the next morning, with a slight tweak to Karlach's opening line to reflect this.)

"Hey, Soldier. I'm back..."

The sun has barely crested the horizon when Karlach comes wandering back into camp. Hector is the only one awake, having given up on trying to get any rest an hour or so earlier; he's sitting next to the campfire with a mug of tea and staring into the flames; the raw emotion of the night before has faded and he's conscious only of a sort of empty hollow feeling in his chest.

But empty as he feels, the warmth that floods him at hearing her voice is unchanged. He looks up with an involuntary slight smile, meeting her gaze in the morning half-light, though his eyes still hold something of the haunted look that he's had for the last two days.

"I've been worried about you," he says, and his voice is ragged but steady. "Are you all right?"

She smiles slightly and walks over to sit down next to him, putting a hand gently on his knee. "Yeah," she answers. "Despite my best efforts." She manages a soft laugh; it's shaky but sends light through him anyway. "I kept trying to flop over and give up, but Karlach just wouldn't let me."

He feels a little tug of a smile at his lips in response. She really is the strongest person he's ever known by far - even when everything feels so terribly dark, even when she is so beaten down that it seems impossible to rise, she is still always looking for something to smile about, something to hope for. Even when the world hasn't deserved her good opinion of it.

He puts his hand over hers, and she shifts to interlace their fingers together; he feels the familiar steady pulse of heat through her palm and it soothes him a little in spite of all the things it implies. "Did I miss anything important?" she asks softly.

He shrugs. He wants to tell her about the Absolute's scream in his brain, about the Emperor's taunting in the Astral Plane... but what good would it do? It changes nothing and would just make her feel worse. "Not really..." he says quietly. "But I missed you." He lifts her hand and presses his lips against her knuckles.

"I missed you too." A long pause. She looks at their interlaced hands against his mouth, and her throat convulses around a sharp swallow. "You know, I wouldn't have bothered falling in love with you... if I'd known saying goodbye would be so hard." She tries to laugh but it doesn't quite come out.

He looks back into the fire, lets out a heavy breath. He knows the right thing to do would be to joke back, to show her that he is being strong, that he is ready to play this the way she wants to, no matter the cost. But he doesn't quite have the strength in him just now. "I know what you mean," he says softly. The tears are gone; he won't break, he won't cry. But the words are as empty as he feels. "I'm scared of you leaving me behind..."

She gives a sharp shake of her head, and her grip on his hand tightens abruptly. "I don't want to leave you behind," she whispers. "Not ever." A long pause. Her eyes close, squeezing out reality for a moment. "If I had my choice, we'd do it all together. Life - a long life. And then we'd slip away one night... side by side... wrinkled and grey, warm in our bed..."

The ache that rises in his chest at this mental image is almost more than he can take. He tries to take a deep breath and feels it catch in his throat. Gods... I would do anything... anything to wake up next to you for the rest of my life...

"But that's not in the stars for us, my love..." She leans sideways against him, rolls her head so her face is pressed into his neck. "Ours is a short story with a few good twists... and a banger of an ending..."

He wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulls her fiercely against his side. "Karlach..." He hesitates. He knows the answer already, before he even asks it... but he can't help himself, one last try... "Would you ever consider going back to Avernus? Just for a while, just to buy yourself more time?"

He knows why she won't say yes. He knows, even, why it's right that she not say yes. But he has to ask... just one more time...

"No," she says at once, muffled into his neck. "I can't. I'd rather die here in Faerun -- my home -- than live in service to a devil."

He nods slowly, his cheek rubbing against the top of her head. "I understand," he mutters. And he does. He wishes he didn't; he wishes he were a more selfish man, who could demand she think about him and not herself. "I just... wish there was another way..."

"So do I," she mutters. "I've done the calculus a hundred times. There's no permutation I can find that doesn't end in me dead, or wishing for death..." Her arm slips around his waist, her fingertips dusting over his hip, his arm, his upper thigh. "This is it. This is all we have. Each other, and all the moments we have left..."

He says nothing, but turns his head to press a gentle kiss into her hair. For a long few moments they sit in silence, while the sun slowly rises over the camp.

After a while, Karlach stirs and speaks again. "Speaking of which... there's something I wanted to ask you..."

He grunts softly, questioningly.

"Will you stay with me? When it's time. For me to go..." Her voice is suddenly thick, hoarse with emotion. "I think I can do anything if you're there. Even die..."

His heart twists in his chest with the stab of grief that goes through him, somehow fresher than it has ever been. He squeezes his eyes shut and his arm tightens around her, crushing her into his side.

He wants to run, to run far away from all of this, from everything she is making him feel. It's not admirable, it's in fact horribly unfair. But nothing in his life has ever prepared him for what she is asking him for now...

Gods, what if I am not strong enough?

But what can he say, other than yes? How can he be anywhere but at her side, right to the very end?

"Of course, my love..." he whispers. "Of course..."

She draws an unsteady breath, lets it out heavily. He can feel some of the tension go out of her as she sags into his side. "Thank you..." she says softly.

A long pause that seems to hang heavy with all the feelings they have no words for.

When she finally speaks again, her tone is lighter, though he can hear the effort behind it. "Now. Enough tragedy. I'm not gone yet. And our schedule is packed with important heroics, isn't it?" She laughs shakily. "Plus, if I cry any more, I'm going to run out of tears and start leaking motor oil."

She sits up, not pulling from his embrace but turning in it a little so that she can cup her palm against his cheek and kiss him-- soft, slow, lingering. "Thanks for everything, darling," she mumurs, and rests her forehead against his. "I love you. A lot."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #y'all this weekend was supposed to be time for me to decompress from the househunting #but instead i just obliterated myself repeatedly and now i am a giant pile of sad feels :(#hector is so sad and tired and i'm just #i want them to be happy :(

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italoniponic · 2 years

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E, J, K, X, Y for Jamil Viper for the 100 followers event!!!! Headcanons pls!!!!! Congrats!!!

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi! Thank you so much!! There’s this one soundtrack playlist that I put to hear to get more immerse in the writing (bc I do this, I’m weird) and there’s this one Indian song named “Shiva” by Ragi but I swear to God that at some point I was starting to hear “Jamil~~~” being chanted along with the instrumentals. I almost lost it

JAMIL~~ JAAAMIL~~

Thanks for the request <3 |

Jamil Viper x gender neutral reader / fluff / fluff alphabet / use of "you" pronouns

Cherry's Harvesting 🍒 Masterlist

Smoothie of Letters #2

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I can see... both, actually. Jamil seems to be the guy who would be very quiet in that department. If you need anything or help, he is always there to help you. If you want to do something, like going out, shopping or things like that, he’ll let you choose what to do. After all, Jamil is used to serving and not being served;

But there are times when, as naturally as fulfilling someone else's will, he ends up leading you to do what he wants. And when Jamil notices it, he apologizes but you, to his surprise, encourage him to be more dominant over his own wills. Then suddenly, you who ask “Jamil, what do you want to do?”;

In this, Jamil is a dominant who manages to mask himself as passive. He is immensely happy that someone wants to listen to his opinions and accept his decisions. So don't worry. You are the person Jamil had the most joy in doing things for... unless you want to have a date at the Mostro Lounge. “I draw my limit here,” Jamil taps his foot, for your amusement.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Not too easily. Jamil is the kind of person who likes to do things at the right time and respects other people’s personal space just as you respect his space. But what if you spend too much time with a guy? A strange feeling begins to whisper in Jamil’s heart and he cannot quite understand what it is;

To distract himself, he listens to music while cooking or dances a little in his room, closing the doors of his own world to be alone. Jamil knows your life doesn't revolve around him — though you've said many times that he was the best part of it. Then he tries to fight with various feelings and sensations that he didn’t even knew it was possible to have;

But at the end of the day or with a simple message, you remind Jamil that he is like the Moon. Precious and beautiful all the time it’s up there in the sky, reigning over the night. The person you wait for all the time, anxiously.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

They say practice makes perfection, but there's something about Jamil’s kisses that is just natural. Maybe it's the patience and control he has. You once commented that it was like kissing a wonderful silk cloth and Jamil had a silent meltdown, flustered and shrunken in embarrassment like a frightened serpent. It didn't even look like the same guy whose kiss made you feel the stars;

Your first kiss began from a quiet and awkward, difficult situation. You were both getting used to what it all meant. But Jamil took a deep breath and decided that he needed to remain calm and achieve his wish with his own hands. Inside, he was as nervous as you were, but he approached with such reverence that you almost felt like royalty;

As a first kiss, it was chaste and slow. Careful, caring. And there's nothing wrong with that. There is something very precious about discovering Jamil’s whole new world, all without rushing things. For someone who always kept himself apart and was not one to have friendships or relationships with anyone, Jamil was giving you his own heart. So hold him like a precious jewel, just like his kisses.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Jamil and affection are two words that walk far from each other... but they walk together and that's what matters. Jamil isn’t necessarily shy. He is more “professional”, let's say. Introvert too. The process of falling in love was slow, taking his heart little by little, so it will take quite a while for him to show this kind of affection in public;

Unless you're both alone. Still, little by little. When you least expect it, Jamil's farewell kiss is no longer simple and quick. It turns more like a whole sentence silently saying, “See you later, I love you.” Hugs also get longer and tighter, as if he fights with himself to let you go;

This improves over the years. Jamil Viper, the lord of his own house, allows himself to open up more. What used to be simple moments in his dorm room, cuddled with the love of his life and having a pleasant moment, can now happen anywhere. It's one of the good things about freedom. But it's still a little hard to have those moments of affection normally in front of other people, to be honest.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

For most of his life, Jamil yearned for moments when he could be alone. He loves his family, but spending at least fifteen minutes of solitude can work wonders on a person's nerves — an hour when it comes to taking care of Kalim all day. But when you stayed a long time away, he began to understand what it is to miss someone.

It's worse than he imagined. In this, Jamil came up with two ways to deal with the situation: distract himself by listening to music or collect things to show you when you two meet again. Songs that remind him of you, recipes that the two of you could test and make, clothes that he doesn't know would look good on him but knows that you would have the perfect opinion on it.

When it's not enough, Jamil cooks a food you like in common. Instead of focusing on the sadness of longing, he thinks about how happy he would be to be able to become a master at it and see your face as you eat your favorite food. It brings a smile to his lips and, well, it turns out to be very good.

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #twst imagines #twst fluff #twst fluff headcanons #twst x reader #cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

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aziraphales-library · 2 years

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Hiiiii! how are you

Is there any fic that Aziraphale hates heaven? and explain that to Crowley? I mean, I've always had this idea that Crowley thinks Aziraphale is in a better place than him ..but actually Aziraphale is as tired of heaven as Crowley is of falling and hell

love u and love your hard work for us

Hello! You will want to check out our #heaven is terrible tags for more fics like this. Here are more to add to the collection...

May I Escort You Home? by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

Aziraphale returns from Heaven stressed out and with a terrible stomachache. He’s in pain and needs to be taken home, but insists that he can handle it. Can Crowley tempt him into accepting help?

Love Knows Boundaries by AnonymousDandelion (G)

Aziraphale's hands were shaking, his throat was closing up again, and there were tears coming out of his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the tears kept trickling through anyway.

“Okay,” came Crowley’s voice again, very near at hand — gentle, steady, undercurrent of anxiety audible but, doubtless for Aziraphale’s benefit, tamped down under control. “Okay, there. Yeah. All right. You want a hug?”

And it was Crowley, it was just Crowley, they’d hugged plenty of times before. Aziraphale liked hugging Crowley. When he got like this a hug was an almost guaranteed way to help him feel better, to ground him, to calm him down. It was just Crowley, for goodness’s sake, this was ridiculous…

Aziraphale discovered that he was shaking his head from side to side, very emphatically.

“Okay,” Crowley said for the fourth time, calm and grounding even without any physical touch, and the sound of his voice retreated a foot or so. “Not a hug. Is there anything else I can do?”

~ ~ ~

OR: After a performance review and a dubious "reward" from the Archangels, Aziraphale arrives home badly in need of comfort.

(Don’t) Set Your Teeth Against My Throat by AziraBookshop4004 (T)

Aziraphale's head was a mess. They could barely focus on their surroundings. It was all jumbled, consisting of insults, cries, pleas, recycling everything that's been happening for the past two hours. Processing it. They were shaking visibly, unable to stop themselves anymore. They were safe now. They could let go. Except they couldn't

CW: self-harm (not too graphically described, but could possibly be triggering), meltdown

The Picnic by Zeckarin (T)

Crowley has prepared a surprise for his friend. It is a very special occasion after all. Two years since Armagedden't, it deserves a celebration. But as our boys take a walk down memory lane together, Aziraphale will reminisce something he never told Crowley before.

I’ll Be There by retiredseraph (T)

The angel’s face was entirely expressionless except for a very small, almost imperceptible pulling together of his brows. He wasn’t looking at Crowley, just forwards and towards the ground, focused on nothing in particular. “Oh, angel…” Crowley said softly, slightly sadly

While sorting through old letters from, Aziraphale stumbled upon some old assignment letters from Heaven, which reminds him of all the times he’s fallen short. The reaction this leads to is unexpected, but Crowley takes care of him until it passes.

I second that emotion by HolRose (T)

It is after the failed apocalypse, and Aziraphale is struggling. No longer affiliated to Heaven, and thoroughly disillusioned with his former employers, he descends into a very troubled state of mind. Can his demonic counterpart offer anything to help lift his friend out of his low mood? Are you joking? Of course he can!

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #heaven is terrible #hurt/comfort #mod d

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sleepysakusa · 10 months

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Hey hey awhile back you asked for some cute headcannons, I’m late and all but ill take any chance to dump a random one of mine <3 /p

Sakusa sobs whenever his food touches so after much trial and error Komori caved and bought a bunch of those separator plates and keeps them all stacked neatly next to his plates so Sakusa feels special and like he has his own space in his apartment kitchen :)

i cannot express how much i love kiyoomi this ask made me so happy!!!

this is Soooo sweet! i can definitely imagine sakusa preferring that his food doesn’t touch, and he has so many cute plates with dividers. hello kitty, rilakkuma & friends, chococat, he’s got them all! i enjoyed this so much actually i wrote a little something for it

little drabble info: age regression, i messed around with canon, don’t read too much into it :P kiyoomi is autistic bc i say so & i gave him my rilakkuma love

After graduating high school, Komori immediately signed a contract and joined a professional volleyball team. He was scouted by many, and those teams made similar offers to Kiyoomi. Whether those teams saw their individual talent or assumed they were a package deal, Kiyoomi would never know, but regardless, he turned them all down. He had a few years to decide where he wanted to play, seeing as he had wanted to go to university first.

Three years into his time at university, Kiyoomi had a solid routine. It changed slightly every semester when he took up new classes, but everything else remained the same. Practice almost every week night, practice Saturday mornings, runs every morning, classes every day at their assigned times, and dinner with Komori every single Saturday.

They’d do dinner other nights, too, and hang out together between their scheduled dinners, but they got together every Saturday night without fail. It was a miracle that Komori signed to a team close to Kiyoomi’s college, which made commuting to and from easy.

They’d get together every Saturday night, and they did this every Saturday night, too. Kiyoomi regressed, and Komori kept him company; Komori was familiar with Kiyoomi’s regression and had been there to guide him through it since high school. Here, Kiyoomi had a relaxing and safe environment to regress in, and his annoying roommates weren’t there to bother him.

It was one of those nights, and Komori was standing at the stove in his small one bedroom apartment making dinner for the two of them. He was cooking up something simple, a dish made of spam, rice, and egg. Kiyoomi was already pleasantly fuzzy, the haze of his regression settling over him and the noise from the kitchen blending into the background. Komori glanced over at him every so often to check in, but Kiyoomi was content keeping himself busy on the couch with the games on his Switch.

“Dinner time, Kiyo. Come pick out a plate,” Komori called into the living area, already pulling out the stack of divided plates he kept for Kiyoomi.

Kiyoomi set his game down and entered the kitchen, bouncing on the balls of his feet eagerly.

“Want Korilakkuma,” he said, standing behind Komori and looking over his shoulder. “Please,” he added, watching as Komori sorted through the plates to find the one Kiyoomi had requested.

“Pink Korilakkuma, or yellow Korilakkuma?”

“Pink.” Kiyoomi took the plate when it was handed to him and held it close to his chest, nose scrunching up in excitement.

Each plate had three sections, and they were divided by small walls on the plate. Each section depicted the character in a different scene. Looking at them made Kiyoomi happy, but knowing he could eat his food safely made him happy, too.

Kiyoomi had a lot of sensory needs, and his food being separated was one of those. The foods he would eat were limited, and those foods dwindled once they were combined with others. The textures and flavours mixing were a surefire way to cause a meltdown, and after one too many meals ruined by his food touching, Komori found the perfect solution. He kept the majority of them here in his apartment, with the plates having a special spot in the cupboard next to his other plates, but Kiyoomi had a few plain ones in his dorm.

Sure, the plates were a bit embarrassing for Kiyoomi when he wasn’t regressed, but Rilakkuma was one of his special interests. That was enough to get him to use the plates when big, too.

“Alright, come here, let me get you some food.”

Kiyoomi stood patiently and held his plate as he was served, taking his now full plate and going to sit at the small table. He tapped his palms against his shoulders a few times to get rid of excess energy before digging in.

Komori joined him at the table soon after and began to eat, too. Kiyoomi was kicking his legs, and his feet hit Komori’s shins occasionally, but all it did was make the two of them giggle. It was a great start to the night, and Kiyoomi was excited for the sleepover they would inevitably have.

#this is not my best pls be nice #i just love kiyoomi so much #agere #haikyuu agere #haikyuu #regressor sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #caregiver komori #komori motoya

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insipid-drivel · 1 year

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Having DID/OSDD can be very strange as much as it can be very interesting. We use this button, which has dry-erase paint on it and a marker to go with it, to ID ourselves when someone else is in front. We needed this button yesterday.

My mom just turned 66 and needed to go in for a breast biopsy after her yearly physical showed some anomalous sparkles on a scan. There’s literally a 90% likelihood she’s fine, but it triggered me like a baseball bat to an unsuspecting mailbox. My dad fought cancer for my entire teenage years until he passed away when I was almost 17 of an HIV-related infection. It isn’t the sort of trauma that tears and claws at me on a regular basis, but I broke down hard when my mom came home after the test and announced it would be a few days before the results came back. We were sitting down to eat together, and the meltdown first manifested when I couldn’t bring myself to swallow anything. Trauma sucks like that.

When I get that triggered that suddenly, it’s scary and bewildering. 2 years ago or more, I wouldn’t have been able to handle it, and I would’ve felt very alone in my own head. I didn’t know I had DID until 2 years ago when the characters in my books stopped being characters and revealed that they’d always been with me, and that my writing was the safest way they could talk to and interact with me. The eldest of them all, Cassandra, didn’t want me to be diagnosed until well into my adult life so I would have full control over how it was treated rather than a parent or guardian and doctors running on very poor research that could’ve caused more harm than good.

Marchosias took over all of yesterday afternoon and well into the night. He doesn’t usually like to spend much time in front, but a meltdown hit me quite literally in the middle of staring at my plate of dinner. He used to be an alter I was afraid of; we didn’t get along or understand each other, mostly because we didn’t know how to communicate. Marchosias processes trauma with anger; he’s gruff and has such a distinct voice that my mother doesn’t need any announcement to tell it’s him talking. I used to think he was a demon, because if you google his name, that’s what you’ll find, but now that we’ve learned to communicate with each other, he’s one of my toughest and most resilient guardians.

DID/OSDD doesn’t have to be a nightmare sentence of stigma and awfulness. I got triggered yesterday, and reached for Marchosias to help, because I needed not to be “here” for a while. He wrote his name on the button and pinned it on our shirt, wiped tears off my face as they evaporated like magic, and ate my dinner for me while reassuring my family I’d be okay and that the fries needed salt. When asked if he was nervous, he shrugged and said, “No. I understand statistics. 90% means you’re fine. 10% means your insurance covers a breast augmentation.” He then pulled out my tablet and loaded a webpage for a tattoo shop not far from where we lived. “These guys tattoo mastectomy scars for free.”

They spent the rest of dinner talking over potential tattoo ideas while I was in a dreamworld where there were 7 moons and a man who looked like mercury come to life with a love for expensive whiskey and strawberries talked to me about how infinity ran in every direction. He reassured me my mom was fine because he’d “put in an information request with the right people.” I shrugged it off and admired the snowflakes sparkling. My alters are very good at putting me in literal headspaces that are too pretty for me to continue to be upset in.

Marchosias made sure my teeth were brushed before bed. He made sure to brush my hair, and even refilled my weekly pill organizer for me, because it was the day for that and I was too upset to do it. He kept drinking water for me, took a bath for me, and got me to bed on time with everything organized and a message on my computer screen telling me that he’d taken the memories away, but everything else was taken care of.

When I greeted my mom the next morning, she simply said she wished she could “bottle some of that”, because she was envious of the instantaneous relief that came from switching with Marchosias. Marchosias wrote a note to her to explain that he wouldn’t do it very frequently, because the more episodes of amnesia I had, the more dependent I would be on help to stay oriented in the right time and place. “We have stringent standards and checks and balances to go by,” he said with authority. “The disorientation:relief ratio has to be distinctly beneficial. We have to deal with the ramifications of our own bullshit, you know.”

Waking up always feels a little like waking up in a patient recovery room with your loved ones just outside the door talking to the doctor. In my case, his name is Alex and he was responsible for making sure my medications were organized and counted out properly. While it was me again, I still felt someone behind me, and found that Marchosias had made a convincing pile of blankets and cushions for me to imagine was him.

Remember that a lot of these disorders are survival mechanisms. Mine won’t let me forget it, and I have a dry-erase button to prove it.

#long post #actual did/osdd #actual did #did positivity #osdd positivity #yesterday was a fuckin' trip man #and my mom is fine #alter personalities #dissociation #recovery #did acceptance

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alwaysvivid · 2 years

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—— ♡ ˗ˏˋ 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃 STORYLINES 2022 ! ࿐ྂ

𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ? 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 ?

TW / death , ed , suicide attempts , self harm , toxic relationships , unstable family dynamics

𝐝 𝐚 𝐲 𝐧 𝐚

dayna has been an over achiever since she was a kid , excelling in almost all areas in school. since she was young she has been a perfectionist that holds herself to unrealistic standards which only exasperates her already low self image as she is not performing to the standard she expects from herself. so when she went to korea to become an idol and kept watching the people around her debut instead of her it took a huge toll on her mental health. this mixed with the pressure that she put on herself as the leader has made dayna often isolate herself , focus on work and never seek out relationships.

she met namjoon when she was on set of love yourself highlight reel and the 2 have been close ever since. it was clear they both had feelings for each other but never acted on them. she started dating jb of got7 june 2018 after he reached on expressing he was a huge fan. the 2 dated for just over a year. after yuri’s meltdown namjoon was there for dayna and the two ended up sleeping together. when telling jaebeom she’d cheated he still wanted to be with her but in the end dayna told both namjoon and jaebeom that she thinks a relationship is the last thing she could handle as she had to focus on her career and properly grieve her mothers death. work and vivid have been her focus ever since and she had hardly entertained anyone longer than 2 months - minus suho who she casually saw for 6 months in 2020 - until she started developing feelings for her long time friend sana of twice. she is still unsure if she has time for a relationship but her feelings for sana are too strong to ignore and she feels so comfortable around her. she helps her loosen up , have fun and live life for herself which is something she struggles with.

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𝐲 𝐮 𝐫 𝐢

since yuri was young she has had an unhealthy relationship with food and her own self image. a lot of her body issues stem from her relationship with her mother as when she was younger yuri was chubby and her mother often made comments about how she would be even prettier if she was thin. this mindset of “pretty=thin” has stuck with her ever since and caused her to develop severe body dysmorphia and disordered eating . when yuri became a trainee she lost a lot of weight and was constantly praised for her visuals and nothing else making her equate her worth to how pretty and small people thought she was. once she debuted she faced a lot of online hate because she was not at the same skill level as the other girls making people think that she bought her debut and she couldn’t escape the hate. she struggled dealing with it and her eating disorder only got worse as she tried to be “prettier” as a means to get people to like her. on the 30th of june 2019 yuri tried to take her own life. dayna found her and immediately she was put on indefinite hiatus and checked into an eating disorder and mental health clinic. they had to push back their comeback and promote as 4 for a year. she still feels a lot of guilt towards the members, especially dayna.

when it comes to romantic relationships yuri has never been in stable relationship until recently. her first major relationship was with yuto of pentagon who repeatedly cheated on her, they were on and off for just over 2.5 years. during their longest break, yuri started seeing kim taehyung of bts and the two really hit it off and were a thing for a couple of months. tae had genuine deep feelings for her but she was not over yuto yet so yuri broke up with him over text when yuto wanted to get back together. yuri has tried to talk to him since but he barely even greets her. yuri started dating yuta on the 14th of feb 2020 and they have been together ever since. yuta accidentally outed their relationship december 2020 and both companies confirmed their they were together and the 2 date openly. however as of recently they’ve both been feeling that there’s something missing and whilst yuri tries her best to fix it she cannot deny that the end is near. recently tae has been forced to interact with yuri more as they are both brand ambassadors for celine and have been sent on lots of trips together. despite his animosity towards her it’s clear that they still have chemistry and are both falling all over again.

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𝐬 𝐨 𝐫 𝐚

sora has always had an unconventional family ; her mother had her at 16 , she had no relationship with her father and she was an only child raised by her grandmother. her mother was barely home when she was growing up because she decided to focus on school in seoul while sora was left in busan with her grandmother. although now her mom is trying to fix their relationship sora still resents her even refusing to call her mom. they have family dinners twice a month with her mothers new family and even though they’re on their way to a better relationship it’s going to take a lot for sora to forgive her and heal her inner child that just wanted her mom around. she is however extremely close with her grandma and loves her more than anything.

sora struggles a lot with her mental health and is prone to impulsive and dangerous outbursts that makes her feel like she’s too much for anyone to be with. when she was a trainee she tried to take her own life but it was unsuccessful . she has only told a select few of this incident. sora has struggled with self harm since she was 13 and when people around her would show concern she would shut them down. but after yuri’s meltdown in 2019 she started seeking out proper help.

when it comes to relationships she had serious trust , abandonment and commitment issues that stem from her unstable family and relationships . it causes her to seek out validation through physical relationships and avoid anything deeper. after her friendship turned fwb relationship with kino dissolved almost overnight , her toxic relationship with changkyun and being forced to breakup with rose because dispatch was about to out them , she had given up on love because it never seemed to work out. she struggled with the concept of love and believed for the longest time that she is unlovable and no one would ever love her enough to never leave her. that was until her relationships with fin and chan. fin was her first real long term relationship but chan was the deepest and realest love she’d ever felt.

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𝐬 𝐢 𝐬 𝐢

ft. @se4sonz &. noah of @bluwavez

whilst cece was still a trainee under angelico entertainment she was harassed by a staff member who wanted to date her despite her being underage. when she debuted in se4sons that staff member became one of her managers and would keep trying to make advances on her. she would speak to her then boyfriend noah about it but due to his own trauma he would encourage her to entertain him to better career and so for sometime she did. until one day he told her that if she slept with him he’d make sure she’d be the breakout star of the group with all the screen time , lines and schedules outside of the group. cece declined and he graduated her from se4sons the next day. she was traumatized and wanted to leave music as a whole but noah , felix and chan helped her rediscover her passion and so she reauditioned and joined cube.

cece seeks validation through people , especially men as her entire life her looks have been the center of her existence. she believes so much in people to the point that she allows herself to get in bad relationships because she gives people the benefit of the doubt and doesn’t know her own self worth. she is so desperate to feel loved and wanted she takes it from anyone that is just a little too nice to her. cece has never really been single for long enough to figure out who she is on her own. she wants to be the perfect girl for them their own personal manic pixie dream girl and so she does anything to please them. cece doesn’t fully know herself so she often changes and morphs herself to be whatever her boyfriend wants and she loses herself in the process. she has only ever been in long term relationships since she was 13 with her high school boyfriend from australia for 2.5 years then noah of deep dive for almost 2 years , and jaehyun who she is confident is her soulmate despite their rocky relationship. secretly she also was seeing their choreographer jay who told her he was leaving his then girlfriend but was actually still with her and she was pregnant with their first child. all of her boyfriends have cheated on her repeatedly leaving her with a “if i was just enough for them they wouldn’t cheat” mentality that have made her deeply insecure. and despite better guys -yeonjun- showing interest in her and promising to treat her the way she deserves she can’t seem to let jaehyun go.

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𝐥 𝐞 𝐨

heeyoung is an only child and moved around a lot as a kid and never stayed anywhere long enough to form really strong friendships. that was until she was 10 and moved back to seoul where she met hwang hyunjin who quickly became her best friend. they grew up just 5 minutes away from each other and the two were inseparable their entire life which made heeyoung slightly possessive as they got older because she didn’t have as many friends as hyunjin , nor did she get as much romantic attention due to her tomboyish style. after he was her first kiss at 13 she developed feelings for hyunjin which unbeknownst to her he reciprocated . that was. until her 19th birthday when they kissed and realised they just weren’t actually into each other. they decided to just stay friends and to this day they are the most important person in the others lives.

on a random day when they were still trainees heeyoung was waiting for hyunjin and met han jisung who she clicked with immediately, only to find out hyunjin hated him. she pretended to hate jisung for a while before she had to admit that they got along and started hanging out a lot more. before she knew it they were doing everything together and became best friends. she doesn’t remember the exact moment it happened but by the end of 2018 she was in love with him. after getting drunk one night in 2019 the two kissed and that weekend was their conjoined surprise birthday with felix -the triplets- . the same party where she kissed hyunjin. jisung walked in on them and was heartbroken, the two didn’t speak for 2 months. heeyoung reached out and apologized explaining how she felt about jisung and they started dating. they are perfect together , everyone calls them soulmates and they truly think they are. on january 1st 2021 dispatch exposed their relationship and despite denying it to their companies heeyoungs account got hacked and photos of them were leaked. the two were forced to split and stayed separated for over a year where they both explored other connections namely jisung with eden and heeyoung with hwiyoung of sf9 . neither of them were over the other and they rekindled their relationship january 2022.

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#╰ ❛❛ // 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃 ┊ always vivid 「 dev ! 」#aes!ocnet #deluxeocnet #fictional idol community #idolverse #kpop idol oc #idol oc #idol!au #fake kpop idol #idol au #idol!oc #kpop addition #Spotify

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