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mentallyillbutokay · 1 year

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OBEY ME MUSIC HEADCANONS

𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙄𝘾 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙎 + 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘼𝘽𝙇𝙀𝙎 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙊

[𝘼/𝙉: 𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣, 𝙈𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤 & 𝙍𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡. 𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨!!]

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Lucifer

-> Definitely Opera

-> But on quieter days, he listens to White Noise (its not even music, but Lucifer would spends hours listening to White Noise)

-> Mans can never catch a break, so the likelihood of him actually sitting down and having a peaceful evening is definitely unlikely

Mammon

-> Rock

-> Occasionally Heavy Metal

-> Imagine he's out driving, probably pissed off with Lucifer, and he starts shouting out lyrics which don't even make sense but to Mammon, it's like a stress relief

-> You might also catch him listening to Twice, it's a hidden liking because everybody expects Mammon to be some scary demon, but in reality he knows like A LOT of K-Pop songs, that he randomly hums while counting his money

Levi

-> Anime openings

-> And K-Pop songs, like too much for one person to know

-> Karaoke is his prime time to shine, he's belting his heart out

-> But he does go into hiding for a good few months if he's caught singing along in his bedroom

Satan

-> Jazz, because he radiate the energy

-> Some nice slow Jazz in the background while reading his latest bought novel

-> It also helps him to release the tension and anger in his body

Asmo

-> Again, probably pop/k-pop/j-pop really, he lives for them all

-> Livestreams himself singing and dancing to Twice songs, dressed in flamboyant outfits

-> I think he doesn't really like rock or any depressing songs because they always disgust him, but maybe after a heartbreak he'd choose something melancholy

Beel

-> Definitely songs with a good beat to them

-> Not really a lyric person, he prefers sound with a rhythm so that he can workout to a steady beat

-> I'm going to say it's canon that he'll listen to a lullaby before going to bed, it helps him to sleep (bonus points if sheep!MC jumps over him so he can count sheep)

Belphie

-> Not really a music lover

-> Probably the occasional heavy metal song can be heard coming from the attic, this is when he starts belting out lyrics Satan has written about their hate for Lucifer

-> Prefers to sleep in silence, but he'll listen to lullabies whenever Beel puts them on

Diavolo

-> Taylor Swift

-> I'm not taking any criticisms here

-> This man is an avid Swiftie once he heard about her in the human world

-> Barb has to put up with his same shit every day, like I mean the same song on repeat, I feel bad for Barb

Barbatos

-> Honestly, I don't think this man listens to music

-> Like at all

-> He prefers silence

Simeon

-> Not so much songs, but harp playing

-> It's very angelic and beautiful to him, no lyrics interrupting the gentle playing

-> Gonna say its canon he purchased a harp to practise on, but he realised how difficult it was to play

Luke

-> K-Pop stan

-> He secretly enjoys whenever Asmo invites him to sing along to Twice & IZ*ONE

-> Although, he feels at ease to sit beside Simeon and listen to harps playing

-> He likes whatever Simeon likes, let's be honest

Solomon

-> Metal

-> I never really liked Solomon, but him with tattoos and listening to metal is one of the hottest things I could ever imagine

-> The occasional Twice song will pop into his head (blame Asmo for that)

Thirteen

-> Her favourite song is CPR (no, I will not be taking criticisms)

-> She prefers pop music to anything else, but she'll given all genres a chance

-> She also likes metal (hangs out with Mammon too much)

Mephisto

-> Lmfao, you think this dude likes music?

-> No no, he records Diavolo talking and he listens to that

-> Although, let's be honest, if Mephisto admires Diavolo that much, he will listen to whatever Diavolo listens to and then try to start up a conversation with him about the music

Raphael

-> He likes silence

-> Thinks that any genre of music is disgraceful

-> He will happily sit alone and enjoy the comfortable silence that surrounds him

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pillow-anime-talk · 2 years

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lullaby.

request ; @shygamer89: hello! I hope you are doing well! could i request a kagaya ubuyashiki x reader headcanon with small imagine? where kagaya is having trouble sleeping so his wife offers to sing to him. it works and from then on she gladly offers to sing for him. thanks!

# tags: headcanon + scenario; current marriage relationship; soft romance; wholesome fluff; night talks; kisses & hugs; sfw

includes: female reader ft. kagaya ubuyashiki {kny}

author’s note: the most precious request in my inbox. thank you so much, lots of love for you!!

↘ It was one of the colder nights; even though it was summer, Kagaya could feel the cold breeze on his skin and the rising damp. He didn’t enjoy such weather; he liked sunny days and nights much more.

↘ Due to the mentioned above weather and too many thoughts your husband was troubling today, the young man was unable to sleep. He had been suffering for hours; he was trying to sleep on his back, on his left side, cuddled against your soft body, and even uncovered, but nothing helped him fall asleep.

↘ He was thinking about the Demon Slayer Corps, about you and your family, about Muzan, about the war with demons, about himself. Lots of thoughts – good and bad – circulated in his mind incessantly, and he just groaned. At one point, he decided to go to the terrace.

↘ Feeling the emptiness on your side, you too woke up and looked around at the bedroom, which was decorated with lots of flowers, drawings from your children and a lot of small and bigger trinkets. Only after a long moment you noticed your husband on an wooden engawa with his head turned towards the sky. So you lifted the heavy bedding from your both legs and stomach, then walked slowly to the barefoot man, sitting next to his figure.

*:･ﾟ✧*

“What are you thinking about, my love?” Your soft, a bit sleepy voice reached his ears, and he smiled gently.

“Now, about nothing, darling. You are next to me and that’s all I need.” He replied honestly and you just chuckled under your breath. “But it’s true. I think a lot today. I shouldn’t. At least not now because we have so many things to do.”

“Thinking and worrying is not bad, Kaguya... But lack of sleep is very bad for your health and concentration. We’d better go to our bed, okay?” You touched his rough skin, and the dark-haired man nodded, slowly rising from the dark-wooden floor.

A short while later you both sat down on the mattress and you pulled man’s head gently onto your lap. Your hand combed through the soft, long hair, and the man breathed blissfully as he cuddled up against your fingers. Instantly his body relaxed and all bad thoughts were erased from his mind.

You were his little, precious refuge.

“You know... when our children can’t sleep, I sometimes sing lullabies to them. Maybe you would like to hear one of them as well?” You asked with a warm tone of voice, and your man, with a tender facial expressions, agreed to your proposal.

Kaguya knew perfectly well that you have a beautiful voice and great talent, sometimes he heard your songs at night when you were in your kids’ room, but he never had the opportunity to listen to your little concert in your bedroom. So you could say he was slightly... excited and really happy.

You touched his head and black hair for a short while, and after a few more quick seconds while you chose one of the simpler and nicer lullabies in your mind, you began to sing gently while still touching his face or neck.

“A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep... In dreams you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep.” You started sofly, and the black-haired man closed his eyelids immediately, enjoying your voice, which was sweet as milk with honey. “Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling... Through no matter how your heart is grieving if you keep on believing the dream that you wish will come true.”

As if by magic, your husband fell asleep peacefully, without any worries or problems. You put a white pillow under his head, continuing the lullaby, and then lay down next to his body, cuddling against his arm covered with a robe for sleeping.

At the end of the beautiful song, you gave him a gentle kiss on the middle of his forehead, thinking that you should learn even more lullabies so that you can put your husband to sleep more often after a hard day.

You took tonight as your little victory.

#— 🍓#kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba heaedcanons #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer x reader #kny #kny headcanons #kny x reader #kagaya ubuyashiki #kagaya ubuyashiki headcanons #kagaya ubuyashiki x reader #kagaya ubuyashiki x you #kagaya ubuyashiki x y/n

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deedoop · 2 years

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Can you do another part to the littler mungrove thing?

Littlest

Fuck. They were really doing this huh? Eddie honestly had no clue what they were getting into, just knew Billy's dad was a piece of shit, knew he had to help. He takes a deep breath, looking at the items he had bought from the thrift store. He'd never taken care of a kid before, let alone an adult regressed as a kid. He took a long deep breath. "Eddie Munson. You can fucking do this." He was terrified. Terrified of hurting Billy, terrified of fucking up, terrified of losing someone he loved.

Billy Hargrove in the meantime was just as nervous. He was supposed to already be on his way but here he was, sitting on his bed, absolutely paralyzed. He'd never..regressed with somebody before. Never let those emotions come out, never let his walls down like that in front of anyone but himself. What if he was too much? What if Eddie Munson love of his fucking life decided nope cant do this! It wouldnt be the first time someone abandoned him. It wouldnt be the first time someone gave up on him. His hands shook a bit as he moved the nightstand, there laid Mr. Snuffles, smushed a bit from being behind furniture. A rolling pit laid in his stomach. He didnt know if he could do this.

Eddie was starting to get nervous that Billy wasnt here yet. He shouldve been here a half hour ago. Did Neil get ahold of him? Did something happen? He was about to pick up the phone when the door to the trailer opened. "Shit babes youre late. I started thinkin' the worst." Eddie half laughed. Billy swallowed thickly, the bunny rabbit in his hand. "This..is Mr. Snuffles." He said slowly, tipping his toes into the water, afraid the water would burn. It was stifling hot in the trailer and Billy was thankful he wore his wife beater today, the anxiety only making him feel worse.

Eddie took a breath. So they were starting. He prayed to whatever God would listen that he didnt do anything to hurt Billy, that he could be good at this. "Well hi Mr. Snuffles. Im Eddie." He waved towards the stuffed animal. Billy almost immediately looked more comfortable. Eddie wasnt..weirded out, wasnt yelling at him. "I uh I got you a few things Billy. I got you uhh some crayons and a coloring book! Some puzzles and stuff." Billy's eyes looked so soft..softer than they were before. The tense muscles had relaxed. Billy who always had something or another in his mouth had his thumb, sucking on it lightly as he walked towards the toys. "Thank you Daddy." He mumbled around his thumb.

Eddie was relaxing himself. He hadnt utterly ruined anything and Billy seemed happy. Maybe he wouldnt be bad at this, maybe he could be everything Billy needed. His heart softened as Billy mumbled to the stuffed bunny in his hand. They had discussed deeply about what would be going on today, what to expect. Billy regressed to around five years old, he could be very scared of yelling, he might act out, never hit. Eddie had quite literally taken notes. He wanted this to be perfect, to be therapeutic. Billy was sitting on the floor of his living room, bouncing Mr. Snuffles up and down, a soft smile on his face. He felt absolutely safe around Eddie. Eddie who now was apparently Daddy.

Munson gently knelt down beside him, "I got pizza rolls in the oven, you wanna color?" He asked softly. Billy nodded quickly, "Yes please!" He had never known Billy to be polite. He was a loudmouth sharp tongued bastard most of the time. He chuckled and ruffled Billy's curls. "Alright baby boy." He gently placed the coloring book next to Mr. Snuffles. He had to get Billy a pacifier, it couldnt be good for his teeth to suck on his thumb. His heart warmed at the thought. Billy, sucking on a pacifier, happy and content.

They settled into their roles, Billy was coloring up a storm, not very talkative but he did keep humming some lullaby to himself and kissing Mr Snuffles on the head as he colored. Eddie had filled up a sippy cup with apple juice and sat it beside Billy who blinked softly a moment before taking it. The oven dinged, the pizza rolls were done. "Dinner is done Bills!" He called, keeping an eye on Billy as he opened up the oven door. The metal of the baking tray caught against his arm making him hiss, dropping the tray onto the floor. "Mother of fucking Christ!" He held onto his burn, "Fucksake. Fuck!" He looked back up from his wound. No Billy. Shit. Shit Shit. He looked around frantically before he heard telltale whimpers.

Billy had hidden himself behind the couch, curled up as tight as he could, rocking back and forth. All of Eddie's worst fears were coming true, that he would make Billy worse rather than better. He couldnt wallow in self pity now, there was a man he loved deep in headspace crying behind his couch. It didnt take a genius to realize why Billy's child mind was so scared of yelling, that only added onto the guilt. Munson took another long deep breath and gently crouched besides the couch. "Billy baby boy?" He said softly, not moving the couch, not wanting to corner him. "I hurt myself, its not your fault and I am not going to take it out on you." He wasnt sure if logic worked on children. He hoped it did. Billy cried harder. It didnt. "Billy baby?" He gently grabbed the fuzzy stuffed pig he had gotten for him. Eddie waved the piggy infront of the gap between couch and wall and make some terrible oinking noises.

"Hi Billy! Im uh..Im uhh Im Mr Oinks! Wont you please come out?" That drew out a laugh from Billy, the little one wiping his tears, wiping his eyes. Eddie smiled back, "I promise Bills. Not mad at ya, I did it all myself." Their was some movement, blonde curls and puffy eyes peeking above the couch and than Billy was climbing all the way back over it and running towards Eddie, hugging him. Eddie wrapped his arms around him, softly rubbing his back. "Im sorry I yelled Bills." He said quietly. Billy sniffled and nodded, "Its okay Daddy..can I have pizza rolls now?" And Eddie laughed, "Yeah baby you can have pizza rolls." This would be an adjustment, it would be a lot of talking about things, a lot of work but Eddie was excited. He was happy to help his boyfriend, happy to help him rid himself of Neil. They had each other and Eddie was never going to let Billy be hurt again.

#self indulgent im sorry #Little!Billy #Mungrove #LITTLE BABY BOY RIGHTS #PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS GD IT

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pinky-in-blankets · 6 months

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for the valentine ask game: adoration, crush, confession, love letters, and valentine for optimus prime! -rejaytionships

@rejaytionships

[ Valentines ask game. ]

{ sksksksoska Oh goodness I wasn't expecting to get so many skskskss >///<

Will be Doing Gigawatt x Optimus since shes my tf sona. And if i just say me i will be unable to speak properly aaaa}

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Adoration — how would your f/o speak about you to someone else?

Optimus Is very reserved whenever he engages in conversation, but there are very few times where he indulges himself and gushes about a certain topic. Gigawatt just happened to fit into that category. Whenever she's brought up he'd immediately brighten up and begin to go on rambling about how much he loves her music and the different meanings behind each tune and lyric- which will then slip into his admiring of how smart and talented and pretty she is- honestly he could go on for hours.

crush — when did your f/o realize their feelings for you? how did they deal with those feelings?

It Happened gradually over time, him appreciating her little Quirks and likes, but what sealed the deal was Probably the first time they were having a secret meetup by the Energon springs One night. He Had been held back dealing with an unruly crowd during one of Megatorn's Speeches, so he was running late. When he finally arrived- He heard an enchanting melody as he saw Her gently gliding above the lake. The way the moonlight reflected off her wings accompanied by her beautiful lullaby left him speechless.. And it was at that moment he knew- He had fallen for the Popstar.

love letters — are they good at expressing how they feel? what’s their best way of letting you know they love you?

Optimus isn't big on public displays of affection. Unlike Megatron, he's more in tune with himself and is subtle about his feelings. You wouldn't even notice at first- you'd have to be really be paying attention. He keeps things calm and small like Handholding and allowing Gigs to lay on him when she's tired while he works, etc, until he's sure she's comfortable with moving forward. Then he'll be much more intentional in his favor of her to the point others will begin to notice if they haven't already. But only to the point of where shes comfortable. Perfect patient partner.

valentine — gush about your valentine! ^^

Snsisossijdhsajaowkams b..Big.. Hot.. Sweet.. Gorgeous. Could listen to him talk like an asmr. Such a teddy bear. At the same time, THE WAY HE FIGHTS MAN LIKE HELLO-

#{ tall and in charge; optimus prime }#answer #(( ive had this in ny drafts for ages skskssk ))

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theartistknownaslymond · 2 years

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Also this could be a request but do you have any thoughts about maybe like… we’ve talked a lot about Jerott’s nostalgia music with his dad, does he have anything with his mom? Generally Jerott + French (language/artist/etc) music would be fun :)

Yesssssssssssssssss

"You and I are not even Knights of the Order - we are renegade French, liable to lead the Sultan personally into the Grand Master's room." [Disorderly Knights]

nous sommes des renégats

1) Georges Brassens - Les philistins 2) Warda - El Baghbaghan 3) Jean Ferrat - Camarade 4) Jacques Dutronc - Le responsable 5) Dahmane El Harrachi - Ya Rayah 6) Johnny Hallyday - Dans un jardin d'amour 7) El Hachemi Guerouabi - El bareh 8) Leonard Cohen - The Partisan 9) Umm Kulthum - Al Atlaal 10) Nick Drake - Three Hours 11) Fadhéla Dziria - Mal h'bibi malou 12) Django Reinhardt & Quintette du Hot Club - Nature Boy 13) Renaud - Marche à l'ombre 14) TRUST - Antisocial 15) Cheikha Rimitti - Charak gataa 16) Sapho - Marrakech 17) Renaud - Si t'es mon pote 18) Bérurier Noir - Porcherie 19) Rachid Taha - Voilà voilà 20) Cheikha Rimitti - NOUAR

Usual deal: background information below the cut. Faceclaims: Viveik Kalra for Jerott, and Aure Atika for his mum, Kahina.

Bonus feelings about canon: Jerott Blyth is French, he’s born in Nantes, though his father’s Scottish, which is why they’re both at Solway. The quote I took the playlist title from induced unexpected Feels about his specific ‘pledged to a dead girl as opposed to pledged to the Order’ situation, where it’s implied that even inside this community he’s made himself part of, he’s always treated with suspicion by some for where he was born.

Georges Brassens - Les philistins I honestly had no idea how foul-mouthed Georges Brassens was! He was anti-establishment, anti-organised religion, generally anarchic and critical of French society. What a legend. Anyway, this is quite innocent by his standards and Kahina, having discovered him on her arrival in Paris, is smitten and probably sings it as a lullaby to baby Jerott. Get him listening to those guitar heroes early! <Philistines, grocers, while you were caressing your wives,

dreaming of litte ones that your uncouth appetites engender,

you thought "They'll be clean shaven, round bellied lawyers."

But to punish you as you deserve one day you'll seeing coming into the world

some unwanted children who will become long-haired poets.> Warda - El Baghbaghan Warda Al-Jazairia was one of Algeria's biggest stars. She started off singing at her father's cabaret - which was busted in the early days of the war for concealing weapons for the FLN. After living in Lebanon for a while with her mother's family, she returned to marry in Algeria in the 1960s and her husband forbade her from making music. Ten years later, following a request by the president of Algeria that she perform again, she and her husband divorced (she actually remarried and divorced a second time, too). Are you sensing Kahina might see her as an important role model? :') Unfortunately I had to rely on Google translate for the gist of this one, but I can again see Kahina liking to sing this one to Jerott, particularly once he starts showing an aptitude for music: <He memorizes what you say and studies it all night long You get to see him and he says it again by himself too Like a smart student who doesn't study for the exam He gets upset when I say a word that angers him in particular And he rejoices when you fix it with plant sugar He gets upset when I say a word that angers him in particular And he rejoices when you fix it with plant sugar He sings all the songs and imitates the melodies He sings all the songs and imitates the melodies I hide it and it is sweet and I will save any song Nor has he ever been rebellious, nor has he been confused in the tones Like a smart student who doesn't study for the exam> Jean Ferrat - Camarade Ferrat was a vocal Communist, but the Warsaw Pact invasion in 1969 led him to write this out of disillusionment and frustration. Kahina knows the feeling all too well. <It's a terrible name Comrade It's a terrible name to say At a time such as a masquerade It can only shudder What have you come to do Comrade What have you come to do here It was at five o'clock in Prague That the month of August was obscured Comrade Comrade

It's a cute name Comrade It's a cute name you know My heart beats like a drum roll To make it live forever The cherry and the grenade are united With a hundred May flowers> Jacques Dutronc - Le responsable Inescapable French rock #1! And it is absolutely a bop. Probably gives off vibes of how Kahina views Jawad, the responsible provider who wants to fix everything for her and Jerott: <The more worries I have, the happier I am I whip them up like cream What I like most is being sick with worry I feed on the worries every which way

But I also like catastrophes Which put my life in relief When things are going well, I am unhappy When things are going poorly, I am very happy> Dahmane El Harrachi - Ya Rayah Like some of the other Algerian singers on this playlist, he's not from a similar background to Kahina, but he ended up living in France and playing French cafés, giving Kahina a chance to introduce Jerott to châabi music, in particularly his own compositions which, like this one, tended to focus on immigrant life and a longing for the homeland. This is one of his biggest hits. If Jerott ever stops to work on his Arabic properly, these lyrics are going to be a gut punch for him: <Oh Traveler, where are you going? You'll leave, get tired and eventually come back Haven't you realised how many unwise people regretted this decision before you and I did?

How many overpopulated countries and deserted areas have you seen? How much time have you wasted and how much more are you planning on wasting? Oh stranger, you never cease to run in foreign lands Destiny and time will follow their course, yet you turn a blind eye> Johnny Hallyday - Dans un jardin d'amour Inescapable French rock #2! Come on. There has to be a bit of Johnny Hallyday in baby Jerott's life. Kahina probably has a video recording of him dancing to this from just before the divorce is finalised and kind of loves tormenting him with it later. By then he can play along with the guitar, too. El Hachemi Guerouabi - El bareh Another châabi player - maybe Kahina wanted Jerott to take up the mandole, but guitar was a good enough compromise. Notable because, out of fear of foreign influence on Algerian music, he ended up revolutionising the genre himself to keep up with the times. Another song where I had to rely on Google translate, but it seems to be about a kind of melancholic yearning for youth and possibility. Leonard Cohen - The Partisan Not as specific about who the enemy is as the original French language version, and probably all the more appealing to Kahina and Jerott for that. Umm Kulthum - Al Atlaal This is a tiny, tiny instrumental sample of the song, which is often over an hour long when performed live [Sapho, see below, recorded a version in the 2000s]. Umm Kulthum was probably inescapable for Kahina, even though she's Egyptian not Algerian, as she was the biggest Arabic-language musician around. As with many of her songs, Al Atlaal is based on poetry, in this case the poetry of Ibrahim Nagi, a writer and medical doctor. Even aside from Ibrahim's successful combination of art and career (looking at you, Jawad!) Kahina would identify with the lyrics: <Give me my freedom, let go of my hands, I gave (everything) and left nothing (to be given) Ah, your chain is bleeding my wrist, why do I keep it when it's kept nothing of me What's my keeping of promises you didn't protect, and what's the imprisonment when I have all of life> Nick Drake - Three Hours An incredible guitarist, and the drums in this track are a little reminiscent of raï drumming I think. Nick Drake barely sold in the UK, so I doubt Jerott got hold of his albums in Paris, but Kahina's music primes him to really love this when he discovers it - probably only after reading Drake's obituaries in the music press in 1975 (CW suicide references, depression, schizophrenia, drug use), when he's living in Glasgow. Drake studied in France before university and worked with Françoise Hardy, another connection that would intrigue Jerott - though not entirely for good reasons, to be honest. Inside teenage Jerott are two wolves, one of which objectively finds Hardy hot, the other of which sees her talking about 'anti-French racism' and is thoroughly grossed out. There's a reason she was never on Kahina's record player! Anyway it's a Nick Drake song Jerott drunkenly seduces Peder the OC with in Más é an ceol bia an ghrá. And of all the records he buys in Glasgow, this is one he can take to Paris and play Kahina and know she’ll like too. Fadhéla Dziria - Mal h'bibi malou Another important female singer in Algerian musical history, this time representing the Andalusian style/hawzi music. She and her sister were involved in fund-raising for the FLN (and apprently she was 'married for a short time at age 13'(!) so another example of a separated, successful woman for Kahina?). This is a big old heart-broken folk song, and it's not like Kahina stops loving Jawad when she sends him away: <Oh beloved, have some mercy You abandoned me with no reason You forgot all our sweet memories And you hurt me You wasted my time You lost me And ran after another I don't regret loving Allah knows what I feel inside He's the only one who could help me forget you And heal my wounds> Django Reinhardt & Quintette du Hot Club - Nature Boy The song is originally about the 'Wandervogel' proto-hippy movement, and was picked up and made big by Nat King Cole and covered by loads of people. It anticipates Jerott’s sannyasin calling somewhat. This is an instrumental interpretation by one of the best guitarists of the twentieth century, a Franco-Romani musician who made guitar the centre of a jazz band for the first time. BIG influence for both Jerott and Francis. This is probably one of the last albums Jerott gets for himself before moving to Glasgow. Renaud - Marche à l'ombre Outspoken leftwing rocker - he features on the Francis/Philippa pining playlist, but this is from an earlier album. It lists the kind of people a conservative barfly would hate, and touches on nearly every aspect of Jerott's personality/his family, so he's probably a fan of ironically singing along to it and showing off with the twiddly guitar part: <When this dirty hippie Got out of his Volkswagen Kombi That he parked like a rag In front of my pub I told to Bob who was playing pinball << Look at this scatterbrained that is coming You see his look ? What a pity ... >> Patchouli, Pataugas shoes A guide book in the pocket Are Krishna down to the grave Henna in the hairs Pierced ears I am sure, I can make a bet That he will beg for a hundred bucks To go to Kathmandu Or elsewhere in Nepal Before he could say a single word I took the guy by the overcoat

And I told him You, you're getting me on my nerves And you shouldn't be in my world Get outta here, you're not from my gang Get out, you stink And walk in the shade> TRUST - Antisocial Jerott's angry and lost when he moves back in with Kahina in 1980. He's probably quite happy to listen to unsophisticated angry rock music, and this song is a bit of an inheritor to Le responsable - it's about people just getting on with things for themselves and trampling others as they do, viewing people like that as cut-off from others (in an unhealthy way, not an enlightened way), wasting their lives and encouraging the contempt of others. So not really how Jerott wants to think of himself 'giving up' and getting a professional career, but. The thought is there, and he doesn't really like himself for it. (Lucky that nice Swami Geetesh is there to give him another option) Cheikha Rimitti - Charak gataa Apparently this is a song encouraging girls to get out there and lose their virginity, take ownership of their sexuality, and, to be reductive, it's basically the Algerian equivalent of rock and roll from the 1950s. It's radical and it's badass. Cheikha Rimitti was on the streets as a teenager and joined a group of travelling musicians, singing 'songs of the street' about sex, alcohol, dancing and getting on with living life. She obviously didn't go down well with Islamist revolutionaries, nor with moralising colonial powers - she was banned from performing in Algeria in the '60s and lived in France for a while, performing to ex-pats. She's from an exceedingly different background to Kahina, who, worldly as she tries to appear, is probably knocked for six by some of the lyrics when she first hears them. But the sense of being rejected by both sides in the War of Independence and Rimitti's sheer grit and passion for her art is going to make her a huge favourite of Kahina's. And Jerott appreciates rock and roll, wherever it's coming from. Sapho - Marrakech Moroccan-French singer who embraced her Arabic language heritage in the '80s on this album (Passions, passons - it's so good, really, go and listen to the whole thing!). She's very inspired by Umm Kulthum, but this track is such a great blend of New Romantic '80s pop and Arabic styles, I don't think Jerott and Kahina would be able to resist it. Renaud - Si t'es mon pote Another Renaud track, this one is here because the lyrics are just *the most* Jerott in Checkmate it is possible for a song to be. Here's a sample (all translations from lyricstranslate): <Well okay, it's late and you're a bit tired of drinking You do drink like a Polish man But you just can't get drunk You are not lucky But don't leave me there I'm blasted like a rat, turned on Okay, I don't care, get the hell outta here I'll pay for the round of drinks You fucker

But if you're my pal, you don't lemme drink alone And you don't complain if you see me crazy I pay you a drink at Ali's Café, the last one I swear If you are my pal, you're following me

Well okay, indeed she's fuckable but I don't know What she can give to you that I can't It's been weeks since you left me for this ass I just can't believe you Be careful, don't let our friendship buried by that slut Who is jealousy from the head to the feet That doesn't know me at all and hate me

But if you're my pal, admit that it's a bit shameful She's not really a nun, she's not Christine Okrent And she got a mental level rather close to the ground If you are my pal, throw her out> Bérurier Noir - Porcherie France's very own anti-fascist anthem from the late '80s! Rachid Taha - Voilà voilà It sounds very '90s because it is, but I needed to put Rachid on here. Rachid lived in Lyon and ran a club in the late 1970s where as a DJ he played a totally wild mix of Algerian and Western music. He's often called a rai artist, but his stuff went way beyond that really. Teen Jerott on a summer holiday before his final year at school would LOVE it. Allegedly Rachid's band's early music might have inspired The Clash's Rock the Casbah (which I should probably have put on this playlist too, but forgot about until I was practically done), so jot that one down. Here's a little excerpt from Rachid's Wiki page that should show why he's important to/an influence on Jerott, even though tbh their careers are happening in parallel: 'These were difficult years since record stores often refused to stock their records "because they didn't want Arabs coming into their shops". There was little money; the band performed in suburbs of Lyon. Taha took a standard patriotic French song entitled "Sweet France" (in French: Douce France) which had originally been recorded by Charles Trenet in the 1940s, kept the lyrics, but sang it with "furious irony" which irritated many French listeners, particularly coming from a "scruffy, bohemian-looking Arabic singer", to the point where Taha's version was banned from French radio.' <The lesson was not learned Remember they chose to forget Everywhere I hear what they say Foreigners you are the cause of our problems Me I thought it was all over But in fact, it was only a pause Voilà, voilà, it starts again Everywhere and in la douce France Voilà, voilà, it starts again> Cheikha Rimitti - NOUAR More Cheikha Rimitti because she was amazing, and this shows the kind of collaborations she ended up doing more recently. Plus, yes, the lyrics seem to be addressed to one 'Danny'. يا داني و داني دان داني دايني يالالة – Hey, Danny, Danny, Dan, Danny, Denny, what a machine. أﻧﺎ وﻏﺰاﻟﻲ ﻓﻲ اﻟﺠﺒﻞ نلقط ﻓﻲ اﻟﻨﻮار – Me and my deer in the mountain, catching in the light. أﻧﺎ وﻏﺰاﻟﻲ ﻫﺎ لالة – Me and my deer are a machine.

#character: jerott blyth #character: kahina bensaïd #band au: background #band au: prequel #character meta #playlists: period-appropriate #ask me and I will play #ficspiration: lyrics

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orange-imagines · 3 years

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Ya boys reaction to being pecked on the cheek for first time by their s/o?

A/N - I’m assuming you mean the turtles for this one!

Raph

You guys were hanging out in the lair’s living room playing video games. And whether you’re great at video games or not...he was winning. He constantly faces off against his three equally competitive little brothers, alright? He’s got some skills

But are you just gonna sit there and take your third loss in a row? Absolutely not. You’re gonna sabotage

Lovingly

By taking his arm, then leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek, followed by an absolutely feral series of button-smashes until you win the round

Raph didn’t stand a chance

He’s basically rendered frozen as you pull off the win, staring silently at the screen in front of you two as he tries to comprehend that that really happened. You really just kissed him

Once you stop celebrating your first win of the evening, you settle down and check in with Raph to make sure he’s ok

His expression softens, and he smiles very sweetly at you. He’ll stutter an explanation and assure you that he’s alright. And, y’know, if you wanted, you could feel free to do that again

He’s not going easy on you the next round though. Sorry :)

Leo

He think he’s 100% prepared for it but he really isn’t

He’s in the middle of “training”, but which I of course mean he’s swinging his sword around and making a bunch of really bad portals, trying to act like hot shit

You’re watching him, so he’s showing off a lot more than he usually does. And, because ego, portals and gymnastics are never a good mix, he ends up tripping and falling a lot

Of course, you’re right there to help him back up most of the time, unless he gets embarrassed and pushes himself up first, claiming he totally meant to do that

He’s in the middle of a long, slightly scatter-brained explanation of how cool one of his tricks was supposed to be when you lean over and peck him on the cheek

If he wasn’t flustered before, he sure is now. He keeps talking because he can’t manage to shut himself up. He just rambles, holding your hand and trying really hard to stop blushing

Maybe he should try insanely impossible gymnastics tricks more often

Mikey

The two of you were hanging out in his room, you doing your own thing while he was finishing up one of his most recent paintings

He was having a bit of artist block and had already gotten up to pace around the room several times, trying to look at his painting from a few different angles to get the creative juices flowing. You can feel the gears turning in his brain and it’s starting to make you overthink your own stuff

You figure he probably isn’t gonna get a lot done stressing out like this, so you take a break yourself to attempt to talk him into getting a snack or some water or something

He loves you, but he’s in Art Mode right now and not really comprehending what you’re suggesting. Thankfully there’s a better way to get through to him that you’ve been wanting to try for a while

So you head over and give him a little peck on the cheek, and he’s snapped out of his funk almost immediately

He’s so flattered he forgets about the painting entirely. You just kissed him! Woah!! That’s so cool!!! He’ll totally give you one right back if you want!!!

You should probably get him to take a break first, though. He’s been working on that painting for hours on end already, and he really needs one

Donnie

You were hanging out with him in his lab (as you often did) while he worked on one of his inventions

The kiss was very casual, and not really planned at all. You were just very tired -it was pretty late, and you’d been there for a while- and Donnie’s endless technobabble is basically the world’s most confusing yet intriguing lullaby

Basically, you’re drowsy, but don’t feel like falling asleep just yet. Donnie’s on a roll talking about his latest project, and you want to keep hearing him out. You also have to admit, it’s very endearing listening to him rave about his passions

Neither of you even comprehend it at first when you lean over and kiss him on the cheek. He actually leans into it a bit, not even thinking about it, and it’s only a couple minutes later that he realizes what just happened

He’ll drop all his tools and do a double-take, and it’s honestly super entertaining to watch all the thoughts run through his head as he comes to terms with what you just did

He only snaps out of it when you ask if he’s alright, and he instantly assures you that he’s FINE and that TOTALLY didn’t catch him off guard or anything

“...You want me to do it again?” “Well I mean if you insist-”

#I'M ALIVE. I'M ALIVE BUT I'M DEAD #just read through my entire blog so I'm fired up on rise brain sooo. take this #rottmnt imagines #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #please excuse me if this is a little out of character I haven't rewatched rise in months alskdjfhasdf

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peachyaliien · 2 years

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Dating Sam Winchester would include...

I really wanted to do something like this for a while- so here it is! I wrote this with a fem!reader in mind just fyi. Also NSFW is under the read more. 👀 Enjoy!!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

SFW

Him being a TOTAL sweetheart.

He is like a puppy, always eager to please and make you happy. He would do anything to make you smile or laugh. Because he’s sweet like that!

You are his favourite person- with his brother of course.

Talking about Dean- Dean loves you. He is so happy his little brother found someone likes you! You’re awesome!!

He tells you a lot of embarrassing things Sammy did when he was younger.

"There was that one time where little Sammy was curious to lick the icy metal pole while we where waiting for our dad to come pick us up. And guess what? He licked it! And his tongue got stuck!" "Dean..."

Sam is so embarrassed. It’s adorable.

As much as Dean loves mocking his younger brother and making him embarrassed in front of you, because it’s fun, he often tells you how Sam is a great man and deserve to be happy and how he is so happy he got you in life. Because he went through so much.

To hell and back, literally.

If you have a special interest, or a passion, or anything like that, you can be sure Sam would have full-on hearteyes as you talk to him about it. That man loves to hear you speak about what you loves.

Honestly? He just loves to hear you speak. He loves the sound of your voice, it's like a lullaby to him. It makes him feels at home.

If you are ever feeling down, Sam is there for you. You need to talk and vent it out? He is there and he will listen. You want advices? He will give you the best ones he has. You just want him to hold you as you cry? He’s got you.

He always keep an eye for you, on a hunt or even during your everyday life. He lost enough. He can't afford to lose you too.

Dean is very protective of you as well. You are part of the family now and he cares a lots about you too.

Sam loves to read to you, but he also loves to read WITH you.

Wether you both have your own book, sitting side by side, or cuddling in the arms of one another... he lives for it.

Please read to him, it's worth it, I promise.

When he is doing research for a hunt, he would be happy if you started helping him.

But you could also just sit on his lap, his arm around you as he does his own and he would be happy with it.

He love to touch you, in one way or another. So you can expect, hand holding, kisses, piggybacks, hugs, back rubs, massages and even cuddles. He love all of it.

With his size, he is usually the big spoon but sometime, he want to be the little spoon. And he likes it. A lot. He loves your touch and how you wrap yourself around him. It makes him feep so loved.

Play with his hair and he is all yours, that is his weakness.

Loves to compare the size of your hands...

Sam enjoy making you happy, so he is always ready to put a smile on that beautiful face of yours! Cooking your favourite dishes, buying you gifts, going on a date with or even leaving small sweet notes around the bunker for you to found...

"Have an amazing day sweetheart."

"You are my sunshine."

"Don't forget- I love you."

"I am so grateful for you in my life."

"You are so strong and beautiful."

"I'm so happy to be alive at the same time as you."

"I see a future with you by my side."

NSFW

We all know Sam can be really rough in the bedroom. And he is.

He bites, leave hickeys, loves bites, bruise your skin with both his hands and his mouth- all the good stuffs.

When you act like a brat, oh boy. Hope you don't mind him using you for hours and making you forget how to walk the next day...

"You wanna act like a brat? Fine, I'll treat you like a brat. Get on the bed, face down, ass up. Right now. And don't you dare make me repeat myself..."

Expect spanking, choking, slapping, orgasms denial, overstimulation to the point of you crying in pleasure, making you beg, degrading you and so much more...

He is a kinky son of a bitch.

Really loves to spank you, seeing your ass all red, the marks of his hand on your soft skin, how you groan the next morning as you sit, embarrassed, at the dinner table while Dean is up... it's so worth it.

I imagine he has a few toys he hide so Dean can't find them (because well...Dean). From vibrators, to plugs, to gags, to ropes, to handcuffs, to leashes and strap-on...

That man likes being pegged. 100%.

Of course, he was nervous at first but with your patience and all the right preparation you did, he discovered that he also liked being fucked and used. He loved hearing your grunts are you were pounding inside of him and the sensation was delicious...

Sam is pretty loud, he grunts and groans a lots, even when he bottom. But the times he bottom, he mostly moans- and he moans a lot.

If you want to shut him up, you have a few options: gagging him, kissing him or maybe even sitting on his face...

Call him a good boy. I dare you.

His jaws and neck are pretty sensitive, he loves when you leave trail of kisses on them. Bonus points if you gently nibbles and skin on them.

Loves oral! You can be sure that if you suck him off, he will eat your cunt like he haven’t eaten for weeks. He want to give you the same pleasure you give him.

But sometime, when he is too impatient, because he needs you too much, because you teased him all day, or acted like a brat or because he didn't have a good hunt/day, he finger your hole until you are all ready for him and start fucking you right after with no breaks.

He always prepare you though! He got a pretty big cock. Not too big and a pretty good length, but bigger than normal. Thick enough to makes you feel so full of him, and long enough to hit that sweet pleasurable place inside of you.

Oh and he loves to cum inside of you- mostly because it's hot and feels so warm and good inside of you but also because he loves to see his cum coming out of your tight, used hole...

He loves to role-play in bed. I mean, have you seens all of his costumes? Teacher, gym trainer, officer, ranger, FBI agent, priest... I'll let you imagine the possibilities. May or may not include toys. ;)

You want to turn him on and tease him? Wear his shirts. The idea of fucking you while you are wearing something of his really gets him going.

But don't worry, except if he is souless, he won't just let you alone, naked, covered in cum, bruises and sweat, he is SO good at after-care and will always do it. Even when he exhausted.

It usually goes like this, after you are both done making love, he will make sure he didn't hurt you by going too rough. He will clean your body and leave kisses on every marks he did on you, telling you how good you were for him, how well you felt around him, how beautiful you looked... If any place hurts, he will apply some soothing cream on it, maybe give you a painkiller or something as well. You may even get a massage from him. After that, he will run you a bath, for either you alone and he will be taking care of you, or join you in the bath and you'll wash each others, relaxing for a bit before getting out and getting back to bed, naked or not, to cuddles and falling asleep in the arms of each others.

If it's a special occasion or a special day, such as your birthday, your first time (together or in general), Valentines Day, your Honeymoon or even your anniversary of being together for x amount of time, his attention is all on your pleasure and your pleasure only.

But it doesn't even have to be a special day for him to be gentle, it can just be because you and/or Sam feels like making love more gently, slowly, with passion, and not fucking like two animals in rut.

When Sam’s in a soft mood- oh Lord. Be ready to be treated like a Queen (and not a needy slut). He will compliment every things he loves about you, praise you, worship your body, shower you with kisses.

He’s always ready to hear about your needs and wants. You want him gentle and slow? Time to be romantic. You want him to manhandle you as he pound inside you? Sir’s got you.

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cosmicmea · 3 years

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— boyfriend choi beomgyu; a series of headcanons

first of all, i just know that beomgyu is the annoying type of boyfriend

like he’d spend most of your time together just teasing and annoying the shit out of you just bc he can

and apparently,,, he likes you most when you’re angry

he makes you laugh the most bc you both share the same sense of humor

you guys could talk for hours about anything and everything in between

conversations with him are your favorite bc you love how passionate he gets when he talks about something he loves

he’s really playful and childish but also extremely sweet and considerate when it matters

he gives the best hugs and you love his scent (sometimes he even jokes that you only fell for him because he smells nice)

he’s the type to intentionally wear extra perfume when he meets up with you bc he knows you love how he smells and it honestly gives him an ego boost

his primary love languages are quality time and acts of service

it doesn’t matter to him how you guys spend your time together as long as you’re with him as cheesy and generic as that sounds

but his favorite date is going on long drives to the beach together

he loves spoiling you

he gives you the most random gifts claiming that they reminded him of you

he’s your personal photographer

whenever you’re stressed or feeling down, he’ll instantly know even if you don’t say anything

he’ll put on your comfort show and cuddle you until you’re ready to talk, otherwise you’ll just bask in each other’s presence

he likes bringing his guitar with him when he comes over to your place and play you random love songs

sometimes he even teaches you how to play guitar (he’s surprisingly serious when it comes to that and you love seeing how concentrated he gets when he explains the chord progression)

his voice is one of your favorite things ever

it’s so deep and comforting and deep, you could listen to his voice for hours

he sometimes sings you lullabies to help you fall asleep

he’s a cuddly sleeper !! he likes to be the big spoon

but on rare occasions where he’s not feeling his best, he likes resting his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat bc it calms him down

he constantly shows you off to the boys whenever you hangout to the point that it’s embarrassing

dancing in the kitchen at 3am in the morning while baking cookies

he likes doing chores with you bc of how domestic it is

he loves it when you wear his clothes so he makes a point to bring extra when he sleeps over and makes you change into them bc he’s beomgyu

anw there’s a lot more that my head can’t process so that’s it for now aha

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sneezefiction · 4 years

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midnight murmurs

Iwaizumi x Reader - Scenario

a/n: Iwaizumi rattles off some late-night thoughts to you while you’re “sleeping.” little does he know your eyes may not be open, but your ears are still catching quite a few of his one-sided conversations.

warnings: some language

wc: 1.5k

dedicated to: @star-puff, because your Iwaizumi fluff had me riding a high for like 2 whole days & we all need him in our lives

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Incoherent whispering. Soft, short rambles. Maybe he was sleep-talking?

At least that’s what you thought when you first heard Iwaizumi’s voice over the gentle hum of the ceiling fan and against the muted song of the cicadas buzzing outside of the bedroom window.

But as the nights passed, you began to hone in on the contents of Iwaizumi’s mumbling.

His words were… pointed. Holding an air of quiet confidence and trickling ever so gently into your ear like a lullaby. Sometimes it had to do with his day. Other times it was about how cute you’d looked that morning, still fast asleep while he was getting dressed for work.

But whatever the topic is, you’ve grown used to the conversations that he’s been having with the back of your head.

And here you are again. Lying stiff as a twig by Iwaizumi’s side and listening intently to his voice.

“I wish you’d heard what Shittykawa did today…” He rasps softly.

“...Even though he’s all the way in Argentina, literally surrounded by beaches and resorts, he still hardly takes a day off. That dumbass sprained his ankle and kept practicing for another hour.” Iwaizumi sighed, his thumb barely skimming the surface of your forearm.

If you’d actually been asleep (like he’d thought you were), you’re sure you wouldn’t have felt the brush of his fingertips. It was too delicate. Too careful.

Honestly, you’re just glad he still holds you this tenderly. Especially late at night when you’d least expect his affection. After all, you’ve not had a chance to cuddle with him in a while.

Iwaizumi had been getting home later every single day for the past few weeks and for good reason. He felt obligated to stay with Japan’s national team into the darker hours of the night as the Olympic games approached. And you admire his dedication. You’re so proud of him for chasing after his passions and it would never dawn on you to undermine his career by holding your relationship with him over his head.

But this usually meant that, by the time he cracked the bedroom door open, you two would only have a few moments to share some words and a quick kiss before tucking under the covers. You, of course, missed his voice. And he longed to hear yours.

However, as you closed your tired eyes, Iwaizumi’s would remain wide open, body and mind relentlessly processing through another intense day. You’ve never said a word to him about his shifting and deep sighs, worried that he might feel guilty for keeping you awake with him. Yet still, you feel Iwaizumi’s exhaustion in the way his weary arm drapes around your waist. There’s a tautness, a sort of tension, there.

So you do your best to remain completely still in his hold, hoping that your outward calm would bring him some inward peace. That your steady breath might lull him into a state of rest. That you could be the anchor to his rocking boat, like he’d always been for you when your life got windy and overwhelming. But even with your best, silent efforts, he stayed alert and somewhat unsteady.

That’s when the whispery words would start… and you soon came to the realization that he was talking to you.

You hear the rustle of his hair as he runs a firm hand through it. A small smile adorns your lips as he continues his line of thought, Iwaizumi’s breath wafting across the back of your neck.

“Y/n, he’s such an idiot and he won’t listen to me anymore… maybe I’ll get you to text him tomorrow. You’re so good for him and… maybe a little nicer than I am.” Iwaizumi admits.

There’s a pause and you wonder if that’s it. If that’s the end of his dialogue for the night… but there’s more this time.

“And, God y/n, I missed you today.”

The confession shakes you. Your chest tightens as you try to take it all in.

You’re pretty sure you weren’t supposed to hear that.

Those words were reserved for the most... intimate of moments. For trembling tears or reunions after long distances or maybe hot, heavy kisses after a frustrating day. But, as a general rule, you hardly ever heard those tender remarks out of the blue. After all, Iwaizumi is a man of actions and not so much a lover of words.

So this is new, to say the least. You’re dumbstruck. Your heart is beating far faster than it should be - especially since you’ve been dating him for over a year now.

However, it wasn’t just the words that stunned you. His tone was different too. Where there usually would be, there wasn’t an ounce of embarrassment in Iwaizumi’s voice. It wasn’t rushed; not bashful or heated like some of his past devotions and confessions had seemed.

Tonight’s Iwaizumi is perfectly sincere. No, not just sincere. Fond.

Fond and maybe a tad wistful. Vocal inflection isn’t exactly Iwa’s forte, at least not when it came to sweet words in passing. So this is a historical moment in your book.

Thus, you let your cheeks burn a little longer and shut your eyes a little tighter in order to hear his next words.

“And I miss your voice.” He adds, tone dropping into what seems like… longing.

Iwaizumi pulls you a little closer into his bare chest, the rise and fall breath now pushing up against your own back. He’s really pushing it now.

It feels wrong listening into a conversation when the words are meant for you, but at the same time they aren’t. Who wouldn’t be conflicted? He had clearly trusted that your closed eyes and barely moving figure meant you were deeply asleep. That you couldn’t possibly hear a word he was saying.

I mean you had to say something, right?

So you inhale quietly, preparing to insert yourself into the one-sided discussion.

“...I wish you’d said something sooner, Iwa.”

You almost startle yourself with your own voice, the once soft atmosphere of the moonlit room, turning frigid.

Iwaizumi’s whole body goes stiff, arms frozen in place. He holds his breath and the gentle tickling of air on your neck pauses with it.

You shift your head to look back at him, his eyes already peering into your own. He was red. Beet red. Enough so that you could see it in the dim light of the room. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of his neck and arms, embarrassment flooding through every inch of his body.

“How… how long have you been listening to me?” Iwaizumi whispers, voice wavering almost as though he doesn’t want to hear your answer.

You blink.

Should you only tell him about tonight?

Or would it be better to let him know that he hasn’t had a single midnight conversation this week that you hadn’t listened in on?

You opt for honesty, knowing that he would probably be able to tell if you were lying anyways.

“Everything from this past… week?” You say shyly, slinking away from him, but one of Iwaizumi’s strong arms holds you in place.

His head falls back to his pillow and the other arm covers his eyes. As many times as he’d slipped up in front of you, he’d really done it this time. You must think he’s so strange. Why was he always doing stuff like this? Of course you would hear him.

I should’ve just kept my damn mouth shut, Iwaizumi thinks, his body still being flamed by an internal furnace from all the other embarrassing things he now remembers rattling off to you in your ‘sleeping’ state.

“But I liked listening to you.” You cut in quickly, sensing his discomfort and attempting to smooth it over with gentle words.

“And we… don’t get to talk much lately. So I- I just didn’t want to say anything because… I like the sound of your voice. You’re actually very soothing, Iwa.” You’re still sleepy, so the words come out choppily... but considering the circumstances, it wasn’t the worst recovery.

If it weren’t for the blushing male in front of you, you would probably feel just as flustered by the whole situation. But somehow, you kept your cool, too focused on calming Iwaizumi down in his flushed state.

“...Y/n?”

“Yes?” You breathe out.

“Just… just come here already.” He takes his hand away from his burning face and turns toward you.

You’re immediately pulled snug against him, your front meeting his chest, legs twining around his toned ones. Iwaizumi has a hand behind your neck tucking you into the crook of his neck as he hides his face from you, chin resting softly atop your head.

“I’ll call Oikawa tomorrow.” You joke, breaking the tension.

“It’s shittykawa.” He corrects. “And please forget about everything I said.” His tone dropping, turning sour.

A humored sigh leaves your lips.

He feels your mouth smiling faintly against his collar bone, which only sends him further into this embarrassed affection for you.

You were really something.

Never making him feel bad for running late hours. Letting him crawl into bed with you way past midnight when you could easily demand more time from him. Listening to his rambles, some more crass than others, consciously without judgement.

He’d found a treasure in you. A golden, shimmering treasure that didn’t need light to be seen. You shone even under the pale, underwhelming moonlight that peered through the window blinds.

So Iwaizumi finds himself pressing a few soft kisses onto your forehead. You plant a couple lingering ones on his neck in return and he squeezes you even closer into him.

And just as the two of you begin to drift off, you decide to top the night off with a cherry of sorts.

“Iwa?”

“Yes, y/n?” His voice at a whisper, once again.

“I’ve missed you too.”

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asexual-abomination · 3 years

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Hi 🥺 I saw requests were open? Could you maybe do platonic Phantom Troupe with the reader having echolalia? If the troupe is too much, maybe just Chrollo and Feitan? Thank you in advance 🥺

Thank you so much for this request! I had a lot of fun writing it!

I know that echolalia and a lot of other symptoms show up differently in different people, so I had to base this on my own experience, and I have a tendency to echo literally anything, words, sounds, rhythms, anything.

I decided to have this take place in a scenario where reader copies each member individually!

Chrollo

Probably the one who has read up on any and all of your symptoms, since he considers it his responsibility to be educated on your needs

When, after you happened to be sat in a meeting with the Troupe, you began muttering to yourself, he wanted to see if you were alright

As he walked up to after, hoping to speak with you, he was surprised to see you repeating a seemingly innocuous phrase from somewhere in the middle of the meeting

Chrollo would recognize this as a stim, but he wouldn’t understand immediately why you would be stimming something he randomly said

He would be a bit thrown off when your explanation is very simple, telling him that it just sounded right, felt right in your brain

He wouldn’t tell a soul, but a little part of him was proud that you found his voice that nice to listen to that you’d imitate it for fun

He definitely doesn’t mind, and even encourages any stimming in general, since he can see that it makes you happy

Machi

While most of her medical training is in more physical things, after it was mentioned that you were autistic, she decided to go and top up her knowledge of neurodivergency.

At one point during a mission, she murmured to herself to remember a safe’s code, not realizing that she was within earshot of you

Several hours after the mission was over and everyone was celebrating the spoils of victory, she overheard you repeating the code to yourself over and over again

She expressed her confusion to you, reminding you that the mission was over and there was no need for the code anymore

When your response was to tell her that the code simply sounded nice, she would probably get confused for a moment

Machi doesn’t quite understand how some random string of numbers can ‘sound nice’ but she also knows that your brain functions differently from hers

I don’t see her making too big a deal out of it, but she’d actually make a sly comment about how much you listen to her

Other than that, she happy to let you stim as you please!

Phinks

Probably not educated at all about the intricacies of your stimming or any symptoms in general, but he'll never get upset with you, since he understands on some level that it's just how you are

I'd imagine that the way you'd echo from him miiight come from overhearing him death threatening a scared hostage

Definitely spooks him when he hears you mumbling the harshest and longest string of curses he's ever heard

Mostly because you're spitting the words with the exact same tone as he did, and he thinks that you're trying to threaten him

(He doesn't wanna mess with you 😆)

When he finally figures out that you're copying him, he jumps to the next conclusion that you're mocking him

"What? Am I not intimidating to you? I sure scared that scum back there!"

"What are you talking about?"

His face when you explain yourself to him is nothing short of flustered, and he begins profusely apologizing

He gets super caught up whenever he's accidentally ableist, since he wants you to feel safe around him

Once you've cleared up the situation, he actually takes joy in seeing you copy him, and if he gets the chance he'll want to teach you how to be more intimidating

Uvogin

Another case of not really knowing what stims are, but being respectful of them anyway

I mean, man is literally eight feet tall, he doesn't care about whatever weird things anyone else might do

He roars at the back of his throat once, and that's it

When he's walking past you after a mission, Uvo's almost shocked to hear you making a vague growling noise constantly

Since he likes to lean into his animal side a bit more than others, he'll jokingly ask if you're trying to intimidate him, much like Phinks

When you explain to him to you thought that his roar was fun enough to copy, he also takes an odd sense of pride in it

He's not normally a man for any kind of subtlety, but if you actually found his roars pleasing to listen to, he'll see if he can roar at a volume that won't immediately burst your eardrums without protection or distance

If you do a lot of vocal stimming in general, especially imitation of his roars, I can see him taking you out to some mountain or cave or whatever to practice your roar for some fun bonding

Nobunaga

Okay so we know that he spends plenty of time around Machi, so she's probably explained some of the main symptoms of your autism at some point when he asked

But when he sits next to you and hears you trying to imitate the sounds that his sword makes when he charges it with his Nen, he looks at you incredulously for a moment

You may not have even noticed that you were echoing at first, so you'll probably be confused when you see him looking at you

"Oh, sorry, your sword just sounds nice!"

*Cue even further confusion from him*

Completely doesn't get how a sword sounds nice, but kind of has this "You do you, kid" attitude about it

May or may not invite you to listen to his practice and then wait until afterwards to listen for your echoes because he finds it cute

Shizuku

Okay I'm gonna be honest, when Blinky first appeared in show and made that noise, I was taken and kept trying to make the same noise for hours whenever it appeared

"Shizuku, why did you summon Blinky? Is something wrong?"

"What are you talking about? I didn't summon them?"

"Oh that was me, sorry."

Definitely has a giggle about it when she finds that you enjoy echoing her Nen ability

Will summon Blinky whenever you want to 'have a chat' with them

Very openly thinks you're absolutely adorable with it, and it's one of the first things she'll do every time she gets to see you

Shalnark

Honestly, he says everything with such a happy, upbeat tone, anything he says can be copied for fun

His laugh is the best, so you're probably echoing that

He's probably not too shocked when he hears an attempt his own laugh coming from down the hallway, thinking someone's trying to play a prank on him

But he'll be a little confused when he finds you

When you reveal the truth of what you were doing, oh god, be prepared

"Aww, you like my voice that much??"

"You do a pretty good impression of me, must spend a lot of time listening, huh?"

He WILL NOT stop until he gets to see you blush, though if he does overstep and upset you, he'll tone it back down immediately

Might not change anything especially big with his usual way of talking, but will take a moment to appreciate his own voice whenever he catches you imitating him

Bonolenov

THE MUSIC!!

Okay I know that they're mainly used for battle and injuring people's ears, but he definitely has more calm songs that he plays for his friends

When you first hear it, the tunes are so enchanting that you will be humming or whistling it for weeks afterwards

He's sitting and relaxing when he hears you attempting to hum the tune of a sweet lullaby he had once played for the Troupe

It's probably not a perfect replication, since it takes a while to learn the songs he makes, but it makes his heart melt to think that you want to try your hand at his beloved music

When he overhears you, he jumps in to begin gushing about the song you found so lovely

Asking if you'd like to hear it again - he'd certainly love to play it for you again!

He might seem really overexcited, but he's genuinely happy that he can bring you joy with his ability

Franklin

Took me a moment to think of something for him, but after a while of thinking:

He speaks slowly and calmly quite often, so I can imagine that he can sometimes say things in very rhythmic fashion, which will catch on very quick

You're walking away from a quick chat with him, when he hears you whispering under your breath

Normally wouldn't even make a note of it, but he wants to make sure you're okay

(Definitely isn't worried about you and wanting to keep you safe)

His reaction when you tell him that you liked the way that he said something is a mix between "Oh, that's nice" and "What are you on about"

Has probably the least amount of education on stimming, but also one of the most open to learning, since he wants to do what he can to keep those he cares about safe and happy

Will be a bit put off by the way you seem to copy him at first, but definitely doesn't mind after a while

Silently thanks you for making him take a moment to appreciate his own voice

Pakunoda

Sweetheart hums a meteor city anthem one day, and isn't really shocked when she comes upon you humming it yourself

Since she's looked into your mind with her ability, she knows the way that you like to echo certain sounds, and doesn't mind at all

If she's listening from around a corner or such, she will smile joyfully and quietly wait out of your sight

Unless you catch her in the act, she's actually quite happy to not let you know of presence while she enjoys the thought of you enjoying her culture

But, if you do catch her, she'll probably start gushing to you about the origin of whichever song you wanted to imitate

She wants you to feel happy, however you wish to pursue that, and will absolutely hype you up in any sort of stimming you need to do

Whether you want her to ignore your echoing, or to join in whenever she hears, she's happy to do whatever you ask to keep you happy

Feitan

If he catches you copying something he said in broken language, at first he will assume that you were making fun of him

Not because he thinks that you're mean spirited, just because he's used to people mocking

With most members of the Troupe, he would show no mercy at this point, but since he actually likes you, you get one chance to explain yourself

Once you tell him about why you're copying him, he'll be seriously confused for a moment

Yeah he's never heard the word echolalia before

So you'll have to explain it to him

Probably doesn't immediately get it, but he lets you off the hook for it, since he does understand that you're very different from him and the others

Doesn't really think too much of it once you've cleared up that you aren't mocking him, although he finds it interesting to listen to you talking about how stimming works, even when he doesn't understand half of it

Kortopi

Actually another case that assumes that you're mocking him

He's used to being acknowledged as a weak link in the Troupe, and would get quite internally upset if he thought you were also in on the joke

I can't explain why I think this, but I actually see him as one of the most educated members of the group when it comes to any sort of neurodiversity, since I think he's neurodivergent himself, but he probably doesn't catch on immediately that this stems from your own autism

Wouldn't confront you straight away, but when he does, he tries to be as professional as possible about it

Cue a string of quiet apologies when you explain yourself

Quickly tries to explain himself to you, and you probably bond over how annoying it can be to have stimming misunderstood

Tries his best to let you know from then on that any symptoms you need to express are accepted around him, since he knows that you accept him as well

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avmisworld · 3 years

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ATEEZ when you're on your period:

Seonghwa:

Honestly, this is Seonghwa's time to shine. I see him as such a caring, attentive boyfriend. The kind that'll track your periods and will probably know that they're coming before you do lol, so don't be surprised when everything you need is already at your apartment a week before, from tampons, to chocolates, to heating pads. Not only that, but this cutie will also be super patient and understanding, giving you all the space you need when you're moody, and of course happily giving you as much cuddles as you need when you feel emotional or just in need of some affection. But don't get him wrong, he will not let you get away with skipping breakfast or talking bad about yourself. Basically, you've got nothing to worry about when it comes to your menstrual cycle, Seonghwa already planned everything to the smallest detail.

"Here's you favorite chocolate bar, babe, and also your favorite stuffed animal. And I made you a warm bath, I know you always get cramps during the first day."

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong is definitely the type of guy to be sort of clueless the first time he sees you in your apartment, wrapped in twenty blankets and surrounded by chocolate wrappers. But after you timidly ask him if he can go buy you some more tampons/pads, he'll mentally face-palm himself for not understanding sooner, before rushing to the supermarket, determined to make you feel better. He's that boyfriend who gets lost in the feminine care aisle and ends up buying one of each kind because he had no idea what's the difference between all these colors and package sizes lmao. But he'll also be super sweet, lingering around you to the point it gets irritating, because he just wants to be there when you need something, and offering as much kisses and cuddles as you like, because according to him, hugs fix everything uwu.

"Why are there so much types of pads??? Aren't periods the same thing for all women??"

Yunho:

Aww, this boy is shy shy shy. I feel like Yunho will turn fifty shades of red when you ask him to buy you some tampons and painkillers on his way back from work uwu. But he'll want to appear like a dependent boyfriend, so he'll swallow down his nerves and go buy you everything you need, even if he'll remember an hour after he enters the supermarket that he has absolutely no idea what to buy and he needs to call you so you can help him differentiate between all the brands and types lmao. I can also see Yunho being the kind of guy to look online for 'remedies for period cramps' or 'how to pass that time of the month', and just randomly throw suggestions in the air when you're moody or in pain until you shut him up and the both of you settle down for a cuddle session lmao.

"Do you want to do yoga with me? I heard that it helps increase the blood flow and reduces period cramps."

Yeosang:

Yeosang will be that one protective boyfriend uwu. I can see him being so bothered whenever he sees you sad or annoyed, he'd fight those stupid cramps of yours if he could lmao. He'll buy so much chocolates, put on a movie to distract you, wrap you in heating pads and he'll also give you a massage, anything to see you comfortable and content. Even if you ask him to leave you alone, he'll stick around, not being able to let you suffer alone uwu. Will probably make you cry because he's just so sweet and who did you save in your past life to deserve an angel like him? But don't worry, he'll be there to console you and cheer you up with kisses and hugs, no matter how silly you think you are.

"Y/N, why are you crying? Shh, I'm right here, baby, I don't want to see anything but a smile on your face, okay?"

San:

This baby will baby the hell out of you. San has absolutely no problem running to the nearest store to buy you anything you need, no matter the hour or the absurdity of it. I can see him as the type to cling to you the whole time you're on your period, and he'll definitely use this time of the month to spend every moment he can with you, preferably cuddling in bed with his plushies. This sweetie will be so understanding when you get mood swings, listening to you ramble about the stupidest things and cooing at you when you cry over an animated movie lol. He'll also massage you when you get cramps and feed you ice cream and sing you lullabies and just be the perfect boyfriend in general uwu.

"Babyy~~ stop cuddling with that plushie and hug your boyfriend instead~" *pouting intensifies*

Mingi:

Another flustered baby to add to the list uwu. Mingi is going to be so lost and helpless when you tell him that you're having period cramps. I think he might be the type of dude to call his mom and ask her what helps a girl on her period lol. I don't think Mingi will necessarily be clingy, but he'll definitely stop whatever he's doing whenever you want the smallest thing, not complaining once, even when he has to massage your abdomen for the fifth time in four hours. His naturally innocent and happy behaviour will distract you from the pain and the mood swings, even on your worst periods, and he'll try his best to keep you smiling and calm, humming to you as he cards his fingers through your hair gently.

"Did you order another massage, my lady? Song Mingi is here to make the pain go away!"

Wooyoung:

I can definitely see Woo being the type of boyfriend to cheer you up by being his goofy self and making you laugh so much lmao. The second you'll tell your boyfriend that the time has come, he's already on your way to your apartment with loads of snacks and sweets (it's his excuse to finally end that diet lol). Wooyoung won't let you even think about the pain, immediately putting on a movie and getting the two of you blankets and pillows before collapsing onto the sofa with you in his arms. The two of you will probably just goof around, but if you do get sad, Wooyoung won't hesitate to kiss away all of your tears, encouraging you to let it all out uwu.

"It's okay, sweetie, cry as much as you need. I'm right here with you."

Jongho:

Even though he is the maknae of the group, I feel like Jongho will be the most unbothered one, at least from the outside, probably because he doesn't want you to feel embarrassed about your periods. He just wants you to feel as comfortable as possible uwu. I can see Jongho as the kind of boyfriend to do whatever you ask him without questions, and also as the type to have everything ready beforehand, no matter how weird and uncommon it may be lol. But I also think that this baby boy will get quite awkward and helpless if you start crying for no reason, pulling you into a gentle hug and just standing there with his mind racing, not knowing what to do lol. Also, if you cuddle him super close, he'll turn all blushy and embarrassed and will probably bury your head in his chest so you won't see uwu.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It makes sense that you'll want to eat pickled radish, that's why I bought it."

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samstree · 3 years

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Hug a Witcher Day (3/4)

In which Jaskier goes missing in the spring. Can Geralt finally realize his feelings for the bard in the middle of a crisis?

(hurt/comfort, soft geraskier, 3k, rated T, cw: mentions of a canon-era plague, sick children, and a citywide lockdown.)

part 1, part 2, read on AO3

The third year since Jaskier invented Hug a Witcher Day, Geralt all but forgets about it completely.

He steps into the Two Weatherfish, where they agreed to meet, and realizes that the bard isn’t here. Or in the entire city of Ard Carraigh. No one has seen any trace of the famous bard who won’t quit singing praises for witchers.

Geralt pushes down the slight panic in his chest as he steps out of the last tavern in the city, and decides to just head for Oxenfurt.

It’s not like Jaskier has been the most reliable companion in the past, often distracted by dalliances or even anything shiny and new. One time he wandered off to watch a local celebration and Geralt found him hours later next to a lake, with thousands of lanterns floating above the water, illuminating the night sky like burning stars peppered on a dark canvas.

The soft, orange light spilled over Jaskier’s features, his eyes gleaming like the stars too.

Geralt snorts despite himself. There’s no doubt the bard is just delayed by someone who caught his eye and decided that a promise to a witcher isn’t all that important—the same witcher who he keeps claiming to be his best friend.

Geralt isn’t sure how to feel about that, or how to react when he finally sees Jaskier. Perhaps he will cease to talk about hunts for a while, leave the bard hanging, just so he can get a taste of the same frustration.

The pettiness remains in Geralt’s mind up until he steps into the academy and rampant fear licks up his chest.

Essi is the one who meets him at the gates, worry deep between her brows and rambling about how Jaskier never made it to the yule ball like he should. In her hands are two letters, clearly Jaskier’s handiwork judging from the neat curves and flourish, talking about his excitement to see his ‘Little Eye’ perform again, and how unfortunately his travel would be delayed due to an unexpected ailment.

Don’t you fret, poppet, for I am sure to beat this sickness within days. The promise of listening to your new ballad is already doing wonders for my health! It is a shame that my stay in Vizima is soured thus. The city, so beautifully rich in culture…

“Vizima,” Essi says frantically. “A plague broke out in the city last winter. Smallpox.”

A buzz begins to ring by Geralt’s ear, muffling out Essi’s voice and leaving only the thundering of his own heartbeat.

“They told me King Foltest sealed the gate to stop the spread, and…and no one has heard from anyone inside since then. Geralt, please, you are a witcher. Aren’t you immune to human sickness? That’s what Jaskier told me, isn’t that right?”

“I…yes.” The lump in Geralt’s throat stops any other words from getting out. His blood runs cold in the warm breeze of Oxenfurt’s spring.

“Please, Geralt, you must find him. I need to know. The university won’t allow me to go, but I…I must know. No matter what happened to him.”

The implication hangs in the air.

Tears well up in blues eyes too similar to Jaskier’s. Essi would be my sister in another life, Jaskier once commented adoringly and it’s only standing right here that Geralt can truly see the identical fierceness in her eyes.

As if Geralt needs her to ask. As if he isn’t willing to charge into the land of the dead if it means Jaskier gets out of it unscathed.

“Of course, Essi,” he promises solemnly. Her clutch on his forearm is so tight that any other man would be bruised by the force. “I promise.”

“Keep him safe, if it’s not too late.”

In his near-century long life, Geralt has rarely felt cold, unrelenting fear as he does when Essi breaks into sobs.

The sickness in Vizima casts a gloomy cloud over the sky, choking Geralt’s breaths. The streets are eerily empty. Only a few people will pass through in a frenzy every now and then.

Geralt’s legs take him right through the main streets, to the far corner of the city, where countless makeshift tents are set up and stretching towards the edge of the woods. If anyone has indeed fallen to the disease, that’s the most likely place they will be sent to. If anyone passes, that’s also where they keep the records so friends and families can look for their names.

Bile rises in his throat at the idea of looking through stacks of books for Jaskier’s name.

Geralt walks between hundreds of beds of one tent after another. Some healers throw him an odd look but carry on with their work, the flash of their white scrubs weaving through the busy establishment.

Against all odds, a pang of relief hits Geralt when he notices how the patients are well-treated by healers who seem to know what they are doing. The fever is brought down with a soaked cloth and a minty salve is applied for the irritation on the skin.

He searches and searches, until the sun is almost down, when—

A soft tune is carried over by the gentle breeze of spring.

And there Jaskier is, kneeling next to a little boy on a bed and humming a lullaby that Geralt only remembers vaguely. The bard is wearing the same white scrub like every carer at this camp, his brown hair slightly ruffled, and dark circles are hanging under his eyes. Geralt can see how tired he is by the hunch of his shoulders and the barely-there quiver in his singing, by his unkept stubble and the smile that’s dangerously close to falling.

And yet, he makes the most beautiful sight in the world.

Geralt stands there, drinking in the presence of his bard. The languid heartbeat of a witcher picks up, fluttering and almost bursting out of his chest.

Jaskier runs his fingers through the boy’s hair when the lullaby comes to an end. He tucks in the blanket and slowly pulls himself up, his knees creaking from the strain.

Blue eyes meet Geralt and Jaskier’s shock morphs into unbridled, blazing joy. Within the blink of an eye, the bard is standing right in front of Geralt.

“Geralt,” Jaskier breathes oh so carefully like he’s scared of waking from a dream. “What are you doing here? Wait, you don’t have any protec—oh right! Witcher biology. Can’t catch anything from us.” The bard lets out a sigh and his shoulders drop in relief. “How did you get through the gate? Punched another guard, didn’t—”

“You are okay,” Geralt says, dumbly.

“I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” Jaskier frowns. “Geralt, why did you come to Vizima in the middle of a plague? Not that I’m complaining about seeing you, but how exactly did you find me?”

Geralt doesn’t want to look away from Jaskier’s face—ideally for a long time to come, but he needs to rummage through his pack for the crumpled letters.

“You sent these to Essi last winter.”

Jaskier takes the letters, flattens the frayed edges before reading his own words.

“Yes, I did tell her…” Cold horror takes Jaskier aback. “Shit. She must think—Oh, Geralt, that wasn’t it! I only caught a stomach bug. It was never the pox! But then…they locked the city gate so fast and everything was in chaos for weeks. I couldn’t get more letters out. Oh, I wish I could take it back! I didn’t think—”

“You damn well didn’t.”

The words come out a lot harsher than Geralt intended, and Jaskier flinches back. Geralt pinches at the bridge of his nose, feeling contrite at his untimely outburst.

“No, Jask—I’m not…” he heaves out a sigh. “She didn’t even know if you were alive for months.”

Neither did I.

“I’m so sorry.” Jaskier is close to tears. “She must be worried sick.”

“She is.”

I was.

“And you too, Geralt. Please forgive me.” Jaskier’s chin wobbles, his arms hovering between the two of them as if he wants to put them around Geralt. “I want to ask you not to be cross with me again, but that seems to be all I do.”

“Jaskier…”

Geralt calls out when he finds not even an ounce of anger in his heart, not when he just spent weeks fearing the worst, not when Jaskier is standing right in front of him, safe and hale, his eyes flowing with guilt.

Jaskier might just be the death of him.

“Fuck. Just don’t pull this again.” Geralt softens his tone, knowing how unfair the request is when such things are out of Jaskier’s control, but the bard replies in earnest.

“I won’t. I swear.”

Exhaustion washes over the bard once again, making him look a lot older than he is. From the looks of it, Jaskier has been working in these camps for months and the last thing he needs is an unsupportive friend.

And Geralt doesn’t intend to become one.

“And you are dressed like this because?” Geralt nudges Jaskier in the shoulder to ease the apprehension on his face.

“Funny you should ask.” The bard presses his lips into a thin line before continuing. “I may have lied—nay, implied—that the seven degrees I acquired at Oxenfurt included…medicine. Hold on! Before you judge, I do know how to care for pox patients. I caught it as a child too and that’s why I’ve been fine this whole time.”

“Hmm. But you don’t have the—”

“The scars. No thanks to my grandmother’s secret healing salve that she insisted on keeping secret. It worked like a charm back then, almost like magic. We’ve been trying to replicate from whatever I remember. The mint is helping a little but something is still missing. Oh, well.” The bard rubs his fingers at the hem of his scrub. “Perhaps that explains all these crazy rumors about her heritage, with all her herbs and teas that always miraculously cured everybody. Honestly, I don’t even blame them.”

Geralt muses the possibility of Jaskier’s grandmother not being completely human and makes a silent decision to unpack it later.

“Then I guess your personal experience should come in handy if we are going to stay here for a while.”

“We? You are staying?”

“The exits are still closed.” Geralt tilts his head in nonchalance. “Might as well lend them a hand.”

And never take his eyes off of Jaskier again.

“That’s…wonderful, in a terrible, terrible way. Being trapped in the same place during a plague. Gods, that sounds like something out of the cheesiest romance novel.” Jaskier gasps as soon as the words are out. The smile on his face blossoms into a heated blush.

“Just promise me one thing, Jask.”

“What?” The cornflower blue eyes uncharacteristically avoid Geralt in a vain attempt to hide how flustered he is.

Don’t scare me like this again.

Don’t get taken from me.

Don’t leave me.

“Read less romance novels. Once this blows over,” Geralt answers, finally.

The fluttering in his chest returns, although this time for a completely different reason. The reason not being how adorable Jaskier looks embarrassed and rosy-cheeked.

No. Definitely not.

“Little Simon asleep?”

Geralt asks as he stokes the fire, watching Jaskier struggle out of the sweat-soaked scrub and throw it into the laundry pile. The bard sits down next to him on the log with a groan and leans into his arm.

“As flattered as I am that he can’t fall asleep without my songs, it does get a bit taxing to sing every night while kneeling on the floor.”

“The kid is sick. Can’t blame him for having bad taste in music.”

The jab would have landed better if he isn’t wrapping his arm around Jaskier so that he can rest his head on Geralt’s shoulder. The days are too long even with most of the patients released home, and it’s been taking a toll on Jaskier.

“Cruel to me when I’m down, huh?”

Under Geralt’s palm, it’s unmistakable that Jaskier’s arm isn’t as thick as it once was, and he really doesn’t want to think about how the sharp of Jaskier’s jaw is becoming more prominent by the day.

Geralt rubs gently up and down Jaskier’s bicep to draw a contented purr out of him.

“Hmm. Now you’re forgiven.” Jaskier nuzzles into the crook of Geralt’s neck so his muscles loosen under the ministration. “It’s so unfair that a shift never wears you out like the rest of us, my dear. So unfair that you don’t need as much food too. I’d kill for some witcher superpowers these days.”

“Trust me, you won’t like what they cost.”

The late summer heat, mixed with the smell of sweat in Jaskier’s hair, should make it extremely uncomfortable to be sitting so close, but Geralt only finds it calming to have Jaskier sagging against him.

Jaskier’s thinning shoulder is too worrisome. Geralt will have to leave him most of the dinner rations again. Excuses are so easy to find, once Geralt realized that Jaskier never questions what he’s told about witcher biology, trusting every word from Geralt’s mouth. It’s just a little lie, a little exaggeration.

The bard is rubbing off on him.

“Simon is among the last ones here,” Jaskier says tiredly into Geralt’s neck. “It will soon be over. They are saying everyone can go in a month or so.”

“We can go even now.”

The prospect of traveling again stirs up something hopeful under Geralt’s skin, prickling with excitement, but he knows more patience is required for now.

“Nah, I should at least see little Simon home. You were right that the boy has suffered enough. The fever is terrible. Even I still have nightmares about it after so many years. It’s excruciating, almost like death is trying to mock you. One moment a fire burns through your whole body, the next it swallows you whole into this…nothingness, cold and alone.”

Geralt tightens his hold and breathes in the melancholic scent emanating from Jaskier’s skin.

“It was my grandmother, again. She sang the same lullaby to me every night, kept me sane. It’s helping little Simon too.”

“It’s in elvish,” Geralt murmurs absently when Jaskier is close to drifting off. The bard’s leveled breathing fans over the collar of Geralt’s neck.

“…hmm?”

“Nothing. Maybe for later.”

Geralt’s fingers reach the side of Jaskier’s head and thread between the soft brown locks, keeping his drooping head in place for the nap. When he looks down to where Jaskier casually drapes over half of his body, the two of them almost melding into one, Geralt is suddenly hit with how much their relationship has changed over the past few years, and at the same time, how it feels completely natural like puzzles fitting into place.

This newfound intimacy should scare Geralt, but strangely, it doesn’t. Maybe it’s because the witcher has learned long ago to treasure his bard as a companion and friend, to protect him and care for him, even without ever admitting it out loud.

Maybe he should.

And what would he even say? Geralt is equally elated and stumped at the thought of the two of them growing into something more. If the fluttering in his chest is a result of loving Jaskier, the bard deserves to know, and he deserves the best words.

Geralt scoffs softly when he realizes that he’d kill for something completely opposite. Not the strength of a witcher, but the silver tongue of a bard, the ability to weave the most beautiful prose to describe what Jaskier means to him.

The summer cicadas are singing with renewed vigor, the sizzling sound disrupting his train of thought. For now, Geralt will need to content himself in simply being with Jaskier.

And, perhaps, in pressing a tiny kiss into his soft brown hair as well. Under the night sky, only the stars will know.

I didn't know plague doctor Jaskier could be a thing until I started writing this chapter, and the ending just had to make way for it. Sorry that the chapter count has gone up. I promise hugs are cuddles are on the way! <3

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vanilla-vivillon · 3 years

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So since y’all seemed to like Kanej kid, let’s do Zoyalai kid. Also David isn’t dead in this because it is to sad

||ROW SPOILERS||

TW, this has brief mentions of infertility and describes labor, nothing to graphic just talks about how painful it is

After the wedding zoya and Nikolai were both excited to start a family

Nikolai; while he adores his sister Linnea and his father, never really was able to grow up in a loving household

He never wanted that for his children

He and Vasily had a horrible relationship growing up and he wanted to di everything in his power to make sure his kids had a healthy sibling relationship

Zoya on the other hand never really thought she’d have kids

Before everything went down she kinda assumed she’d work as a general and work to help Grisha

She never thought she’d have children

That obviously had to change

The country needed heirs

Zoya already decided that since she was probably gonna live a loooooong time, when her heir came of age she would step down; that way she wouldn’t love for a super long time.

Now that Zoya was gonna have children she wasn’t honestly sure about

What if they hold her back?

What if she gives up to many duties for them?

But higher the all these other worries she didn’t want to turn into her own mother

No matter how much Nikolai assured her that never will happen

Zoya still had worries

Zoya was a lot of things but motherly she was not

Nevertheless in February Zoya and Nikolai told there friends they were expecting

They were all incredibly happy for them

Tamar loved children although she herself didn’t want any and couldn’t wait to teach the kid things like how to ride a horse or shoot

Tolya objected saying the kid should be well educated on poatry and great works that way the Nazyalensky dynasty might be somewhat pious

Genya was hoping for a girl. Genya and David had there son Forrest earlier that year and Genya was already planning play dates

David was happy for his friends and had already started on projects for toys for the kid

When they wrote Mal and Alina they were ecstatic

While Mal gave tips on how to handle babies to Nikolai

Alina with her wiles and years of friendship with Zoya figured out all the way from Keramzin Zoya was worried

She wrote “Zoya babe imma cut to the chase, your nervous, your scared, your probably worried you’ll turn out to be a horrible mother. And imma tell you your not. Cause you’ve got an amazing freaking team. You’ve got Nikolai, Magnus, Linnea, and Genya and David, the twins, and of course myself. There’s no way in hell we’d let you turn out horrible to the kid. We’ve got you”

It helped Zoya a lot

She decided it was orphan wiles that Alina used to diagnose her exact problem from the letter she wrote to her

And Zoya did have wonderful people to help her

She wasn’t alone

Zoya had been trying to remember that more

Three months along Zoya was safely into Trmester two and it was time to tell the public

This was crucial to the monarchy

While zoya and Nikolai were popular

They needed an heir to convive people of the security of the nation

They made a public speech announcing the baby and Ravka went wild

If there’s one thing Ravkans know how to do it’s rally around babies

Letter came pouring in from name suggestions to old wives tales

They said Rosemary made the baby healthier

They said they should name there child Plumje

Well the Plumje comment was from some Kerch girl Zoya found strange but never mind that

The announcement was huge

The people had hope

Hope that wolves wouldn’t come knocking

Hope that there boys and girls wouldn’t be drafted

Hope for peace

While the people rejoiced Zoyas pregnancy was getting tougher

She had a easy enough first trimester but the second? That was rough

The morning sickness was bad

Her Healer; a no nonsense Fjerdan Women said that the vomiting wasn’t something that could be healed

And so Zoya suffered on

Zoya insisted on keeping her normal schedule

Her usual meetings with Grisha and the spy’s

Passive agressive letters to the Kerch

Aggressive aggressive letters to the shu

And trying to figure out whether or not there was a revolution group in the Wandering Isle

Zoyas schedule was already stressed and the baby wasn’t helping

Eventually her healer; Monika, put her foot down

“Your Magesty” She started “if you do not alleviate your stress I guarantee your pregnancy will be worse”

“Look Monika I can handle a little throw up”

Monika and Zoya attended the little palace together

While Monika was a healer and back then the animosity between corporalki and etherealki were high, they were friends

It was good to have a powerful healer in your corner when half the little palace hates you

And it was good to have a powerful squaller in your corner when your Fjerdan and in enemy territory

“Zoya you are endangering your child” Monika stated

By this statement Nikolai had enough

And zoya finally listened

Nikolai assumed some of her duties and Zoya started to feel a bit better

Her second trimester was stressful for there relationship

Nikolai had a hard time understanding zoya

And Zoyas fears started to grow

But they were a good couple

And they worked through tension before

Zoya opened up about her worries of being a competent queen with a child

She leaned on Nikolai more

And they worked together to fix the damage

By the end of her second trimester there relationship was healthier

And they thought the third couldn’t be as bad

In a way they were right

Her morning sickness while still present was significantly less then her second trimester

However I new thing arose

A question that everyone had been thinking

“What if the baby is Grisha?”

The Ravkans had accepted a Grisha queen

But a Grisha dynasty was another thing

Monika told them outright that the baby was probably Grisha

Being Grisha tended to run in families

And Zoya was fairly sure her paternal grandmother was also a squaller

The whole science of Grisha heritage wasn’t studied well

Most Grisha were in Ravka in the second army

And most of the soldiers don’t have children

Zoya also learned her new found ability to sense Grisha wasn’t fool proof

Sometimes she couldn’t tell at all

And in Genyas case of being somewhere between a corporalki and materialki, she couldn’t tell what she was

She also couldn’t sense anything in Forrest Kostyk

That meant they couldn’t rely on Zoyas power

Nikolai couldn’t help but think tracing heritage would be easier if he wasn’t a bastard

His mother’s line was easy

She was a Fjerdan princess so he could trace everything back from the very start

And from his mother not a drop of Grisha blood ran through his veins

His fathers got murky

Magnus didn’t come from nobility

He was self made

A self made orphan

So other then his father neither he nor Magnus knew anything about Grisha influence

Nevertheless they had other worries

Zoya was in her third trimester and was going to give birth any minute now

Zoya honestly didn’t think she would make it this far

And that has nothing to do with her fears of motherhood

Her own mother had four miscarriages

Pregnancy complications were common

Especially in Ravka where most couldn’t afford mediks

But now that the due date was fast approaching Zoya was in fact okay

Zoya can handle pain, she’s handled much worse

Labor was one of the least of her worries

The due date was October eighth

And on time and punctual Zoya went into labor during lunch

Nikolai joked it would be a good trait for a ruler to show up on time

However Zoya was in to much pain to think about a snarky retort

She had vastly underestimated how much this would hurt

The pain was blinding

But Zoya was strong enough to survive the fall

And so in 3:07 PM son October eighth

Prince Mycanae Juris Nazyalensky was born (prounounced My-kuh-nay-uh because I threw some random vowels together and made it a name)

Myca (My Kuh) for short

With a tuft of chocolate brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes he shone

Nikolai absolutely adored him

He would rock him and sing him lullabies

But mostly tell him stories

About the amazing Privateer Sturmhond

Of the allusive Juris

Of the little termite

Zoya in the other hand had a different approach to there newborn

When he first cried she was elated

Zoya didn’t hold back the tears of happiness and didn’t even swear the healers to secrecy after

Zoya was the epitome of

“Oh god it’s a baby, as I holding him wrong? Does he have the right clothes on? He’s so fragile and precious”

Monika had to tell her three times that Myca’s crib was fine for him and it wasn’t to hard

However the family’s elation was short lived

They were a family

But they were also the rulers of Ravka

And Ravka needed to see the face of there hope

Four hours after his birth Nikolai presented him before the nobility

Zoya still wasn’t feeling to great and Nikolai Insisted he could do it

This is what the Ravkans needed

The baby met stability

Met peace

For once in many years the people could lay down in there beds without fear

But to Zoya and Nikolai

There baby wasn’t a political tool

Or a savior

He was just a baby

A perfect

Small

Baby

This is what love does.

Im really proud of myself for accomplishing this. I worked really hard on it and to keep our characters in canon. My ask box is open and n do any Grishaverse asks

If this gets 25 likes I’ll do a part two 😉

I defo think Nikolai and Zoya would have more then one kid

Also I kid you not I couldn’t find any good names for the life of me so I eventually took a break and was doing my History homework when I was reading some old Greek thing and saw the word “Mycenae” and was like “Yeah I can massively mispronounce this and make it a name”

Here is part two https://dablackdahlia.tumblr.com/post/651104016423583744/the-black-dahlia

I also made a Kanej kid one here

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sinslasherfics · 3 years

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Could you write how the killers would react to their s/o learning to play electric guitar? But theres a twist, they use headphones instead of playing it loud through the amp so only they can hear it. ( and yes you can play that way, you just have to plug your headphones into the amp) Literally no one has actually heard them play, not even their killer boyfriend. S/o is just to embarrassed that itll sound bad or that theyll make even the slightest mistake.

hello love!! sorry for getting to this so late, i only just saw it in my ask box. i haven’t been getting notifs from tumblr for some reason :/ also did my fav slasher boys atm since you didn’t request anyone in specific, hope that’s okay 🤍i hope you enjoy!

SLASHERS REACTION TO S/O WHO PLAYS ELECTRIC GUITAR, BUT IS INSECURE OF THEIR SKILL

POLY! GHOSTFACE (BILLY LOOMIS & STU MACHER)

at first, they didn’t even know you owned any kind of instrument

they just so happened to find the electric guitar in the corner of your room when you invited them over

they’re both in awe

“babe! you didn’t tell us you played!”

“can you play for us?!”

you kinda have to explain to them that you’re only just learning to play

they’ll still insist you play for them, they wanna hear your progress

you tell them no, but it’s only because you think you don’t play too well

they’ll understand, and stop bugging you about it

or at least that’s what you think

they ALWAYS try to catch you and hear you playing

they’ll pretend their leaving and then stick around, hiding behind a wall or something

they’re excited when they see you pick up the guitar, then quickly hide themselves again

but after a few minutes they hear no noise, no playing

it’s when the realize you have headphones plugged into the amp

stu’s for sure gonna pout about it, and give away their position where they were hiding.

then you have to explain to them that you’re scared of making a mistake, that you’d rather have your headphones plugged in because if you slipped in the slightest you’d be embarrassed

billy will insist that they don’t care how you play, and they would never make fun of you or anything

he really wants to hear you play </3

you make them a deal, though

“i’ll let you watch me play and maybe we can progress from that into hearing me play.”

both nod eagerly

be careful with stu, though

the dork will try several times to unplug the headphones from the amp while you’re caught up in playing

sometimes billy will stop him, sometimes he won’t

so always be alert!

if you do eventually let them hear you play, they’ll cheer you on big time

“NO ONE PLAYS THE ELECTRIC GUITAR LIKE MY S/O DOES!”

they think you’re so cool

teach them how to play!! they’ll be the happiest boys alive!!

MICHAEL MYERS

he’ll act like he doesn’t care at all

but in reality it does spike his interest

he’s curious, wants to know more

will never admit that

but you’ll catch him staring at the guitar on more than one occasions

he stares at you as whenever you pick up the guitar to do anything with it

it’s impressive to him, actually

but gets confused when you plug headphones into the amp

it was made for blasting the music made from your guitar, no?

will most definitely unplug it

don’t tell him not to, it won’t help

michael does what he wants

doesnt take orders from anyone but himself!

plugs the headphones back in

he’s not a complete asshole

at least not when it comes to you

you better be okay with him staring at you as you play, though

that’s exactly what he’s doing

eventually finds out you do it because you’re scared of messing up even slightly

probably doesn’t give a flying fuck

he wants to hear you play and if you mess up well so be it

it is intimidating, though.

i mean, he’s got a blank expression on the whole time he watches you

you can’t really tell if he likes it or not

he does

at first you might not think he does, he acts like he doesn’t care

you’ll know he does when he picks up the guitar and hands it to you out of the blue

will do this more often than you think

but hey, it’s good practice for you

JASON VOORHEES

he thinks your so cool!!!

will sit and watch you practice and play around with chords

he’s curious, might even want to learn himself

eventually settles on just watching you though

he’s a little busy with handling people who trespass to have any free time to learn

admires you while you practice

every time he sees you pick up the guitar he stops and watches

questions the headphones plugged into the amp

you explain to him how you plug them in so that only you can hear your playing, since you aren’t confident in your skills

he’s understand, and nods along

though he doesn’t know why you wouldn’t be confident

he thinks you’re good at everything

sweet sweet boy

wants to hear you play so!! bad!!

but will not force you to let him hear

will silently clap after you’re done playing even if he couldn’t hear it

I COULD CRY HES SO SWEET

will gradually try and gain enough trust from you so that you’d let him hear you play comfortably

he can’t talk, but he assures you in every way that he can that he’s 101% sure that you are the best at playing electric guitar

if you do let him hear you play eventually

he’ll be over the moon

loves to hear you play

it’s so exciting and good to him

honestly wouldn’t even notice if you mess up

he’s way too lost in the music you’re making at the moment

so don’t ever worry about him not enjoying it

he’ll always enjoy it

might even gain up the courage to try it himself

only if you teach him of course.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

bratty boy

if he’s interested, no one can talk him out of his curiosity and he’s gonna wanna hear you play

better to keep this guitar hidden from him if you don’t wanna play in front of him

but that’s almost impossible

he’ll find it eventually

if not on purpose, then accidentally

and he’ll question you about it

of course you kinda have to admit that you’re learning

and he will ask to hear it

his eyes are pleading, but you don’t give in

tantrum time

he’ll throw a fit for a good hour

stops sooner or later

he comes back to apologize

this doesn’t mean he still won’t try to hear you play

much like stu, he’ll attempt to unplug the headphones while you’re playing

pouts when you immediately stop playing

will even go as far as hiding your headphones from you

“your headphones? gone? goodness, where could they have gone? oh, well! guess you’ve gotta play without them!”

you give him a glare and he huffs, going to rest retreat the stolen headphones from the walls

you could try to explain why you use them, but he’s like a toddler

what he wants, he wants.

“if i’m good and don’t throw any tantrums will you let me listen?”

take up this offer!

if you do, he’ll be ecstatic

he thinks it’s so amazing that you can play

it’s not like any classical instrument that he’s always heard

it’s new and refreshing and he loves it

be prepared to play for him most of time

he’ll even insist you play him a lullaby at bedtime

sure, why not, brahms

#slasher x reader #slashers #slashers fandom #friday the thirteenth #ghostface #ghostface x reader #jason voorhees #jason vorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #halloween #brahms heelsire x reader #the boy #x reader #poly ghostface #rz michael myers

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jenanigans1207 · 3 years

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so matchablossom hc: yk how cherry can't sleep unless carla plays him a lullaby or smth??? one night carla's battery gets damaged and cherry panics in the dark and calls his latest contact which, surprise surprise, is joe and gets him to sing the lullaby instead. this works, so everytime they travel together, cherry uses this instance as an excuse for joe to sing him lullabies to sleep~

Oh my GOD I love this so much it’s actually painful. I really hope I did the idea justice because it’s so soft and perfect, thank you SO MUCH for this!! ❤️

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It’s pitch black out when Cherry blinks his eyes open. It takes a long second for reality to filter back in, fought off temporarily by the hazy edges of the dream he’d just been submerged in. He feels warm, comfortable in his bed as he slowly rolls over to look at the clock, 2:03 am.

With a content noise, Cherry settles back into his pillow. He still has a few more hours to sleep. “Carla, play my lullaby.”

Seconds pass, the clock ticks on, but Carla makes no sounds.

“Carla.” Cherry repeats, squinting through the darkness to where he knows Carla is plugged in and charging. There’s no light coming from that corner of the room, no sign that Carla is even there. “Carla?”

Without a response still, Cherry groans and throws the covers off, padding across his bedroom to where he’s absolutely certain he plugged Carla in before bed. Sure enough, she’s exactly where he left her, but she’s not charging. Fumbling through the darkness, Cherry tries to figure out what went wrong.

The cord is plugged into the wall, that’s a good start. He traces the cord with the tips of his fingers— it’s plugged properly into Carla, too. His clock is still on, so he hasn’t lost power. Confused, he reaches for Carla, his fingers closing around her with the intent of picking her up, but the moment his fingers skim her battery, he understands. There’s a sizable dent right underneath his hand.

Of course.

Honestly, he should’ve expected this, should’ve known to check her more closely once he’d gotten home. It had been reckless, rising to Joe’s challenge at S the way he had, but he wasn’t one to back down, especially from Joe. And really, he and Joe had been skating together for years, so it should’ve been fine. It would’ve been fine, too, if Joe had been able to keep that giant mouth of his shut. But he hadn’t— shocking— and Cherry had risen to a reckless level that wasn’t his style, barely avoiding a wicked fall and damaging Carla in the process.

It’s fine, he tells himself as he heads back to his bed. He’ll just go back to sleep and fix Carla in the morning. He can’t see the extent of the damage but it feels like a quick replacement of the battery should be more than enough to get Carla functional again. Easy, he can do that in no time. So all he needs to do is sleep.

Sleep. In his dark room that is eerily quiet.

It’s completely fine, he tells himself. He’s been sleeping in this room for years and hasn’t had a problem yet. There’s no reason to be—

The shadows dancing on the wall across from him look like menacing shapes.

Cherry closes his eyes, reminding himself firmly that the shadows are only shifting because of the trees outside his window. There’s a perfectly logical explanation, no need to let his imagination—

Was that a creak? No, it sounded closer to a groan.

Before he can stop himself, Cherry already has his phone to his ear, the familiar number dialed and ringing.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Joe grouses into the other end of the phone when he picks up and it’s abundantly clear by the sleepy edge to his voice that Cherry just woke him up. “You better be fatally wounded or I’m hanging up.”

“Carla’s battery is damaged.” Cherry says, eyes still pinched shut. But something about the sound of Joe’s voice is still soothing, especially as rough as it is with sleep.

“And?” There’s a muffled sound that makes Cherry think Joe is changing positions. “I know I’m the most brilliant person you know, but I really think problem solving this could’ve waited until morning.”

Despite the fear, despite the fact that Cherry’s heart is racing in his chest as he hears another one of those creaking groans in the distance, he can’t stop the huff that comes out. “For your information, it’s your fault that she’s damaged. I’m certainly not calling you for advice on how to fix her.”

“You took that jump on your own.” Joe dismisses immediately but the tiredness in his voice is replaced with a bit of that smugness that Cherry knows so well. “But why are you calling, then?”

“Carla’s battery is damaged.” Cherry repeats with emphasis, as if that should explain everything. When he gets nothing more than a frustrated sigh and some mumblings about missing out on beauty sleep in response, he elaborates. “She won’t turn on. And I need to sleep.”

“Oh.” Cherry can hear the moment the implication clicks in Joe’s mind. Because Joe knows— Joe is the only one who knows, the only one Cherry has ever told. And yes, Joe had teased him mercilessly about it, but only in a friendly way that was meant to put Cherry at ease about sharing his secret. And it did. “Same one?”

Joe was a lot of things— primarily a muscle-headed, dim-witted gorilla— but he was not cruel. The image he projected to the rest of the world was often times far from the person he actually was, especially when he was alone with Cherry. The Joe that Cherry knew, the one he had spent many late nights with, shared many glasses of wine with— that Joe was tender and caring.

As soon as Cherry had admitted to Joe that he needed a lullaby to soothe his anxiety so he could sleep, Joe had demanded to know which lullaby. Cherry had showed him, expecting nothing more than laughter. But Joe hadn’t laughed, not even once. In fact, he’d gone out of his way to learn the lullaby, to memorize it.

He’d never breathed a word of it to anyone, but a few times back in high school, Cherry had caught him humming it under his breath when he’d thought that Cherry was already asleep.

“Yeah.”

And just like that, Joe launches into humming the lullaby. It’s soft and quiet, but there’s so much feeling behind it. Suddenly, Cherry’s heart is racing for an entirely different reason. Joe’s humming is beautiful, slow and rich, filling his ear. The creaking groans fade out into the background and the menacing shaped shadows are no longer on Cherry’s mind. He settles back into bed, cradling the phone gently against his cheek as he tries to breathe slowly and just listen.

He really ought to thank Joe for this in the morning, but he won’t. They’ll never talk of this moment again— never talk about Cherry choosing Joe in a moment of vulnerability or Joe being there for him with unwavering support.

They’ll never talk about it again, but they’ll both know. They already did know, that’s why Cherry called Joe in the first place. Because he knew that Joe would be there for him, the way he had always been. And Joe— Joe understood that Cherry trusted him unconditionally, even if he never said it. If he didn’t, he would’ve been surprised by Cherry’s request.

As the world fades out around Cherry and coherent thought begins to fade, he grasps on to the idea of how nice this is, and how much more he likes this compared to Carla’s version. Perhaps, he thinks before he falls asleep completely, he should have Carla be nonfunctional more often.

The very last tendrils of wakefulness are starting to recede and Cherry’s almost completely asleep when he hears a faint, “Goodnight, Kaoru. I’m glad you called.”

It’s the first time in awhile that he falls asleep with a smile on his face.

#matcha blossom #matchablossom #thank you for sharing this idea with me #I love it so much #it’s so soft and tender #and it just fills me with so much joy #sk8 #sk8 the infinity

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