#just a lil nighttime conversation...

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

weee another fantasy au snippet <3 a little shorter than usual cause that's what the scene is <3 shorter <3

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Something is wrong with Wally. 

It’s not serious, or at least Barnaby doesn’t think it is. If he didn’t pay such close attention to his buddy, he’d never know that anything was amiss at all - Wally has an excellent straight face. But not so excellent that Barnaby can’t read him.

There’s a different curve to his smile these days. It’s sort of pinched, sort of sad. It matches a look in his eyes that puts Barnaby on edge, if only because that deep, dark pensiveness is so wildly out of place on Wally’s soft face. 

It scares him. Something is off.

What is it?

Barnaby taps his claws on his middle as he stares at the tent roof, thin enough that firelight from outside bleeds through. Despite the late hour, his eyelids feel magicked open. The other side of the tent yawns empty, and that is precisely the source of Barnaby’s insomnia. 

Everyone is asleep except for two - and Barnaby is only awake because of one.

With a deep sigh through the nose, Barnaby sits up and clambers out of the tent. He shivers as he stands up and crosses his arms, rubbing at his fur. The night sky is clear, but the breeze cuts him through to the bone. It isn’t even winter yet, sheesh…

The campfire casts a fuzzy outline of red-orange around Wally. He doesn’t turn away from the embers as Barnaby shuffles behind him, and Barnaby doesn’t have to look to know that he’s staring directly into the low flames. He tweaks Wally’s raised hood as he passes, just to make sure Wally knows he isn’t alone anymore. He spaces out, sometimes. 

“Can’t sleep?” Barnaby asks as he takes the log next to Wally’s rock of choice. Wally just hums, and Barnaby frowns.

There’s that look again.

With how Wally is perched, his legs drawn up and arms folded on his knees, his smile is hidden. It’s unsettling. Barnaby scans Wally from the corner of his eye, taking in the tension in his shoulders and the nearly invisible pinch of his nonexistent brows. 

“Yeah, me neither,” Barnaby says. Another breeze, another shudder, and a quick glare at the stars. 

Should he press? The obvious answer is absolutely not, but… Barnaby isn’t sure how much of this - thisness he can take. He has no idea what to call it. A mood? It’s too serious to be considered a mood. All Barnaby knows is that when Wally is like this, something itches under his skin. 

Tonight would be a perfect opportunity to ask. Everyone else is fast asleep. Wally isn’t putting up the fronts he usually does. The knowledge that this Wally, the Wally all covered up and curled in on himself, is as vulnerable as anyone will never see - it makes Barnaby want to reach.

“Hey,” he murmurs, nudging his knee against Wally’s boot, “I’m starting to worry for the fire with how you’re glarin’ at the thing. What, did it emberass ya? Give ya the coal shoulder?”

Wally doesn't laugh, but his gaze softens. Barnaby curses himself.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with glarin' - I’m sure the fire deserves it,” Barnaby is quick to add. “But really… is everything alright, kid?”

“Yes,” Wally says, but it rings like an untruth. It's just something he’s saying because it’s what he always says. Everything is always fine with Wally. 

“You know you don’t gotta pretend with me. There’s somethin’ bothering you, I can tell.” Too far, too much, Barnaby is sure. He shouldn’t be so pushy.

But instead of clamming up, Wally’s eyes flicker down and away, guilty. The bloodhound in Barnaby perks up its ears. It’s all he can do not to point and shout AHA!, because that would assure that Wally would put up the same masks around him that he does with everything else. Vindication wars with his concern, as if he thought he might have been imagining the funks Wally has been slipping into.

Those too-long periods of silence that no one notices because Wally isn’t much of a talker. Moments of utter stillness that no one notices because Wally is always so stationary. The way he doesn’t drink in every new thing with a hunger like he usually does, as if Wally has been starving his whole life.

Those passing glances where his pupils seem too big, the blackness of them infinitely deep as if someone could fall into them. Maybe Wally is. Barnaby doesn’t want him to.

“You don’t gotta say a word,” Barnaby says, wishing the campfire log was just a smidge closer to the rock. “I just want ya to know that I see you, and I’m here. Whatever’s goin’ on in that pretty head ‘a yours, I’ll be right there for whatever you need. I got your back, Walls.”

Wally’s smile peeks over his arms for a moment - he always has liked being called pretty, or handsome, you name it. Barnaby preens over being able to coax him even the slightest bit out of the pit he’s slowly spiraling into. He’s winning big at the whole ‘best friend’ thing, Barnaby thinks - a complete natural.

For a long while, Barnaby doesn’t care to keep track, they sit in companionable silence. The fire cracks and pops when Barnaby adds a chunk of wood to it, coaxing it into a flame that actually takes the bite out of the breeze. Crickets chirp in the forest around them - something howls far away. 

The tension doesn’t leave Wally. In fact the longer they sit, the worse it gets. Barnaby keeps his mouth shut and eyes on the fire, the woods, the stars - anywhere except Wally. It’s the kind of tension that makes him suspect that Wally is gearing up to speak. Sometimes it feels like there’s a sinkhole of silence that opens up whenever Wally has something of his own to say. 

Reviving the fire was either a smart move, or a dumb one. It depends on how quickly Wally thinks of how to share. Without the brisk chill of night keeping Barnaby fresh-faced, sleep is finally starting to sink into him with the fire’s warmth. He briefly considers sneaking into Howdy and Sally’s tent to sneak an energy potion from Howdy’s pack. Pros, he’ll certainly be awake for Wally. Cons, he’ll be awake long past Wally’s spiel, Howdy will have a fit over missing an item, and Sally will have a bigger fit over Barnaby sneaking into her tent when he inevitably comes clean. Also, the potions don’t taste great. Or maybe he should fetch his pipe-

“I think. I don’t…”

For a second, Barnaby misses that Wally spoke at all. He double-takes when the half sentence registers, casting a quick look to Wally. Okay, no, don’t do that. Focus on the fire. Be casual - give him space. Barnaby nonchalantly pokes the coals with the fire stick.

Wally sighs - such a small sound that the crickets almost drown it out. But Barnaby has big ears, and they perk up. When does Wally ever sound frustrated? Curse him, but Barnaby finds it novel. Wally shifts on the rock, curling up impossibly tighter and turning his head away. Barnaby watches the back of his hood. 

“I don’t think I’m a good person,” Wally admits in the smallest, deadest voice Barnaby has ever heard. 

“What?” Barnaby says, or he means to. The air in his throat doesn’t quite form sound. He turns to Wally and clenches his paws on his knees to keep from reaching, floundering for words. 

How could he - why would he - who told him that he - 

“What do you mean?” Barnaby says, a disbelieving chuckle slipping out. “Wally, kid - you’re the best guy I know. You’re my best guy. Out of all the ways I could describe you, a bad person isn’t one of ‘em.”

Wally whips his head around, his eyes flashing - Barnaby tenses his entire body to keep from recoiling, though he can’t keep his eyes from widening.

For a second there he thought… he thought he saw… it must have been the firelight reflecting in Wally’s dark eyes.

Wally’s intense gaze pierces straight into Barnaby’s soul. He feels flayed raw and seen in a way that makes him want to run. But there’s something else. Something scared. Wally is searching for something, and Barnaby doesn’t know what or how to give it to him. His claws splinter bark.

As soon as it appeared, the look fades. Barnaby can take deep breaths again, and he lets go of the log. Wally blinks slowly and lets his sleepy gaze slide back to the fire. “I don’t know… maybe.”

Barnaby carefully lays a paw on Wally’s back. “You’re a good person, Wally. I don’t know who told you otherwise, but don’t listen to ‘em. You’re a fantastic friend, an even better best friend, and I gotta say - you make a pretty bang-up wizard. You’re the most.”

“I’m the most?” Wally murmurs, sounding surprised. He makes a sound that might be a laugh, might be a scoff. “No… you’re the most.”

“Tell ya what- we’re both the most.”

Wally casts him a sideways look, but doesn’t protest further. He hums.

“C’mon, lil’ wizard,” Barnaby says with a pat to his back, “let’s give the fire a break and turn in for the night.”

Just as he was starting to relax, Wally shies away from his touch, curling up like one of those shelled bugs Frank likes so much. “I think I’ll stay up a little longer.”

Barnaby swallows down the hurt and pulls away. “Alrighty. Don’t stay up too late - we got a day tomorrow.” 

“Ha. I know.”

With that, Barnaby stands. He gently squeezes Wally’s nape through the hood as he passes, and breathes a silent sigh of relief at how Wally leans into the touch.

All’s forgiven. Though he isn’t sure what for… whatever Barnaby said or did wrong, he’s just glad Wally doesn't mind.

Barnaby clambers into the tent and another shiver ripples through his fur. All the darn heat leeched out of it... He wraps himself in his thin, too-small blanket and shivers as hard as he can manage to generate some kind of warmth. It’ll heat up soon, he just has to wait. Wally usually casts a little sun spell on cold nights, but Barnaby can do without. Even if the tent gets comfortably warm, Barnaby isn’t sure if he’ll sleep.

Wally didn’t believe him. 

And Barnaby doesn’t know how to make him believe.

How could he think that he isn’t a good person? Barnaby meant what he said - Wally is the best person he knows. Wally is kind, patient, and just - just - him. There isn’t a single bad thing about him. Barnaby is so proud to call him his best friend. 

There has to be something that started this. A moment that made Wally doubt himself. Did someone say something? Not anyone in the Neighborhood, they all love Wally to pieces. He’s their wizard! He’s saved their lives and countless others, and their group simply wouldn’t be complete without him. He rounds them off with an artsy flourish.

So. There’s no reason that Wally should be feeling like this. But that look in his eyes… the guilt… there’s something else going on. Something deeper than just ‘I’m scared I’m a bad person.’ 

Something is wrong. 

Firelight flickers outside the tent, and Barnaby watches it until it goes dark.

#just a lil nighttime conversation... #in my mind wally let the fire die and then Immediately ran off into the forest for home time™️ #this au is so fun bc i really get to have fun with giving wally Extreme Guilt For Existing #and also to play around with him being Unintentionally Sinister on occasion #i hope its obvious that this is pre everyone-knows-about-home era <3 #snippets from the bog #wh fantasy au #one of these days ill write a snippet centered on someone else... #i do have one in mind for frank & julie... #well. Multiple in mind for frank & julie #them <3<3<3<3

[clouisluvr]

OOH! Yaya! Could you do cuddling with Louis hc?💖

hi! i'd absolutely love to !! ^-^ gonna add a couple general nighttime ones too ...

louis is a chronic cuddler, he's an affection addict!! touch is without a doubt his primary love language (along w gift giving) so he adores cuddling

wears a bonnet to sleep Because i said so. its probably light pink or maybe green

doesn't strike me as the type of guy who likes sleeping shirtless tbh .. probably prefers a long sleeve tee and boxers! also he's a lil quirky and maybe sleeps w socks on (i personally HATEE sleeping with socks on but louis probably irrationally fears demons ticklin his toes at night😭)

the type of person who can't sleep with ANYY light or background noise. like yalls room is pitch black and silentt at night. he might even sleep with an eye mask lmao - i dont think he's a naturally deep sleeper so his bedtime routine is perfectly planned so he can get his rest yup!! when you comment on just how extensive his nighttime routine is he'll tell you, "beautiful people need beauty sleep!"

definitely the type of cuddler who wants to practically be inside your skin LMAO. tries to cuddle by just tangling all your limbs and pressing up as close as possible but it tends to be impractical and a lil uncomfortable (and he's always disappointed that every night, no matter how hard he tries, smushing your arms and legs together is just as uncomfortable as the night before)

so instead you guys opt for spooning! louis absolutely enjoys being little spoon but also loves the feeling of you in his arms

alternatively, i think he'd also love you laying on his chest :( he probably uses his arm as a makeshift pillow to prop his head up and puts his other arm on your back

when you're laying on his chest, the warm smell of vanilla and cocoa butter coming from him is incredibly comforting to you. louis smells AMAZING, you cannot tell me otherwise.. you also stare at him and take in every detail - all his freckles, his clear dewy skin, how perfect his brows and lashes are ... night time makes you remember how insanely beautiful your boyfriend is!!

1000% absentmindedly traces shapes onto your skin, most likely musical notes! he'd probably compose entire songs on the small of your back lmao

he's a BITER! louis absolutely gets cuteness aggression (if you're not sure what that is, it's when humans get all aggressive when we see something cute! same reason we wanna pinch babies cheeks and squeeze kittens.. such a hilariously adorable part of human nature to me lmao)

so he probably softly monches and nibbles on your arm and it definitely tickles and feels funny but you let it slide

you guys definitely have long winded conversations before bed! not necessarily always deep and meaningful, in fact more often then not they're probably the most RIDICULOUS conversations you can imagine

once your conversations die down and you both start getting sleepy he starts humming. i think sometimes you may even ask him to hum a specific song for you and he absolutely would

so many soft kisses :( esp if you're in the laying on his chest position. when both your breaths start to slow and your eyes start to droop, he uses his last bits of energy to cup your face and give you the sweetest kisses. always gazes lovingly at you when you pull apart.

he looks dazed and his eyes are hooded and he's absolutely ready to melt into the sheets and you want him to rest but it doesn't stop him from asking you for just oneee more kiss

im always on here at like 12am when im sleepy and can't be asked to properly check over for typos so i apoligise in advance! was listening to the immunity album by clairo and i was twirlin my hair a bit writing this LMAO. i think louis would be an amazing person to cuddle with💗 thank you so much for your request i really appreciate it and hope you enjoy!

#twdg x reader #louis twdg x reader #louis twdg #the walking dead game #the walking dead game x reader #twdg fanfic #twdg fanfiction #twdg s4 #twdg headcanon #twdg louis

[practicecourts]

I got another word from @theresthesnitch and I must admit she was right about this micro fic thing being a good way to just write. I apologise for the silliness of this story, but apart from feminine hygiene stuff and medical pads, this was what my brain decided to come up with ;-).

Word: Absorb

Breakfast that day was a quiet affair. The four long tables were filled with anxious students, scattered notes and books spread out between half-empty plates.

Mary, Marlene and Lily were seated in the middle of the Gryffindor table. Close to them, the Marauders sat, two of which were digging into their plates without any hint of nerves or urge to do last-minute revisions.

Mary MacDonald closed her book with a decided gesture and turned to the girl with long red locks, sitting across from her “Lily, why was Scamander in your bed all night?

A loud coughing noise erupted next to the girls as James Potter sprayed Peter and Remus with his tea. For one moment people looked up but then the great Hall resumed its silent study buzz. The coughing and choking noises continued and Sirius started patting James’ back, still looking decidedly bored.

“Mary!” The redhead hissed at her friend, not bothering to take her eyes from the book she was frantically reading.

Next to them, James's face was getting redder and redder. He looked as if he was about to choke. Sirius looked at him with a bit more interest.

“You’re no fun, It’s just a question.”

“Can’t you see I am trying to study?”  

“If you just tell me already, I could stop pestering you and you would get so much more done in the next - fifteen minutes, before -“

“Fifteen minutes? Shit.” Lily looked frazzled. “I screwed up last night, okay Mary, I don’t know why I did it. It’s a bad habit. And it kept me up all night because the hairs drove me crazy.” The coughing became louder. Both girls looked at James a bit confused but continued their conversation.

“You had Lima in your bed as well? Lily, you are certifiable insane. I mean, you have an exam in” Mary checked her watch “12 minutes.”

“Oy, Prongs, you need to drink something. I am starting to think you might really be choking. I can’t have mum think I let you suffocate at breakfast. But I don’t know what that Heimlich fellow was up to. So please fix this yourself.” Sirius threw Remus a look, indicating he might need some help soon.

The boy with the messy hair and glasses that were about to fall from his nose was wheezing. Tears were streaming from his eyes and he started to hit himself on his chest.

Remus and Peter just stared at the spectacle.

“Lils, I really don’t understand why you keep doing this, the night before your exams. It’s not healthy”

“Listen, Mary, I told you to drop it. I don’t understand why it bothers you so much, it wasn’t keeping you from your sleep!” She whispered angrily as she stood up, shoving both her books on Care of Magical Creatures in her bag. With a frown and a pitying look at the choking crying boy still hitting his chest, she walked out of the hall.

“Alright there, Potter?” Marlene’s voice did not hide her amusement at her cousin's predicament. James gulped some juice down and made another effort at clearing his throat and wiping his face.

“Don’t tell me you are nervous all of a sudden?” Marlene is still smiling at him.

“Ha, not for exams he isn’t. He reserves those feelings for special occasions- learning about a certain sixth year and her nighttime visitors for example.” Sirius’ voice was also filled with humour as he started to smack James on his back.

“I still don’t get it though.” Mary had not given James’s near dying at breakfast a lot of attention.

“Ah Mar, she has been doing it since first year. It’s just a silly superstition.”

At this James looked Marlene straight in the face. “What in the hell are you talking about? She has,” at this he lowered his voice to a whisper, “boys in her bed before exams since first year?”

“Not boys, more like men and women if you want to be exact.”

James was about to have another fit and Mary just looked at Marlene more confused.

“You see, Lily’s mum told her a tale about the tsar of Russia when she was a little girl. Ever since, she has this superstition that if you sleep with a book underneath your pillow you magically absorb the knowledge it contains. So whenever she feels she has not done enough studying she does this the night before the exam, unfortunately it turns out that Lima’s book of Monsters, makes for a very rough bed partner.”

The barking laugh that escaped from Sirius startled both the occupants of the Hufflepuff table and Ravenclaw.

“Wait, Lima the author, so not Lima the fourth year Ravenclaw chaser? And not Henry Scamander, but -? You’re telling me she sleeps with books under her pillow?” James’ voice was still scratchy from all his coughing.

Marlene stood up and gave him an incredulous look “Really Potter, I thought you had it bad, but this is another level.” Shaking their heads at him, the girls walked out of the Great Hall.

#jily microfic #not so micro... #jily fic #one word prompts #absorb #i used to do this #so that secrets out #james x lily #james potter #lily evans #ridiculous

[jasperxxvalentine]

JASPER VALENTINE: [HE] was born [26] years ago, who is a [WEREWOLF] and lives in [THE OUTSKIRTS] as a [SCAVENGER], and is in [NO PACK]. [HE] looks an awful lot like [MATTHEW LILLARD]

Just a quick lil intro to help people get a feel for Jasper while he's still new!

Basics:

Name: Jasper Valentine

Age: 26

Species: werewolf

Height: 6ft 4'

Appearance:

(He may have different coloured hair in the GIFs I use, but Jasper's hair is a tufty, light brown, his eyes are a pale blue and he has no piercings or tattoos.)

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Family:

Jenna (Mother)

Judah (Father)

Jack (Eldest brother)

Jerry (Elder brother)

Juliette (Twin sister, older by a few minutes)

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Brief Biography:

Jasper grew up in a rich family. He's the youngest child and often struggled to feel seen or loved. As he got older he began to act out to try and get attention, which eventually lead him into a lifestyle of partying.

At one of these parties, a fight broke out and Jasper was attacked by a werewolf. He was then hospitalised for some time. Afterwards, he worked under his brother Jack, who saw his first shift, and in fear, shot him in the flank. The next morning Jasper woke up alone, having been dumped in The Outskirts of Greywood Forest where he still lives today. He relies mostly on his wolf form to keep him alive, although he does venture into town to get extra supplies when he's feeling adventurous.

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Personality:

Due to spending so long away from people, Jasper's grown to be antisocial. He doesn't trust easily and usually doesn't say more than he absolutely has to, to get his point across. He's quite shy and timid at first, relying on his senses to keep him safe, rather than communication. But, if he warms up to you, he will be fiercely loyal and affectionate.

He's not quick to anger, but, he is quick to resort to violence if he's pushed. He hunts for a living and so finds biting/hitting to be his quickest options to end a threatening situation. However, he doesn't rear up without very good reason.

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Potential Connections:

A good samaritan, who takes pity Jasper and leaves food out for him either near their home or at a designated place in the forest. Eventually, he'll arrive in time to see who it is, and they get to talking.

A not so secret admirer perhaps someone who wants to help him reintroduce himself to society, or is fascinated by his lifestyle and wishes to follow alongside him.

Romantic interest, preferably a long term partner with the potential for marriage/children etc with the knowledge that it would likely be unconventional and they'd have to be willing to spend a lot of time outdoors to be with him.

Fishing buddy, Jasper fishes a lot and having a friend to talk to beforehand and compare catches with after may be nice.

A petty rival, someone who finds Jasper to be a pest, perhaps he's stealing from their garbage or off of their washing line and they eventually catch him and see who's causing them trouble.

A nighttime companion, Jasper is often awake at strange times and has no real designated sleeping schedule. It would be nice for him to find a gentle companion to go on late night walks with and perhaps look out at the stars and contemplate life.

(Of course, I'm up for almost anything else, but, these are just some ideas to help kickstart a bigger conversation)

#intro #Jasper

[rebrandedstoryline]

Rebranded - 16.2 - Preparations

Time to set up something cute! And learn a little tidbit about Ms. Ayala.

Only a lil over 1200 words.

“Author’s Copies?” Sun inquired, rightly curious. Was she holding on to these books on behalf of ‘Bella LaBete’?

“Yeah. Author’s get a special copy of their literature whenever they publish. It's sort of like an extra piece of proof to verify ownership of what’s been written.” Ayala explained, momentarily turning back to her laptop. She seemed to be responding to some sort of online discussion while maintaining the verbal conversation.

“Are you holding onto these for Bella?” Sun questioned, sort of idly pointing to the name plastered on the front cover. ‘Bella LaBete’. Shem was the one being credited as the Author of the book. The woman offered an abrupt but short lived laugh.

“No, Sun~ Those are my copies. I am Bella LaBete. That’s just a pen name I publish under.” Ayala explained, finishing up with whatever she was doing on her laptop. She then turned to flash a sort of coy smile at the now very confused animatronic. 

Sun rightly had no idea what a pen name was or why such a thing would exist.

“Look. Some people like to publish under a fake name. There’s lots of reasons to do it. I decided I’d go with Bella LaBete.” Ayala explained, once again swaying from side to side in her chair.  “It’s sort of an inside joke. It roughly translates to ‘Beauty and the Beast’. My real name is printed inside the book on the back of the cover. So if anyone ever comes looking for Bella LaBete, it’ll be easier to make it clear that she and I are the same person.” She elaborated, more or less summarizing to Sun what a pen name was. 

She never really gave an example as to why she’d need to use a pen name. But Sun had an idea as to why. She was probably trying to keep her background hidden. Anyone looking her up by name would find all sorts of unpleasant things. But anyone looking up Bella LaBete online would just find the books.

“Just try not to damage the books. It's tedious to try and get replacements.” She added, turning back around to resume her work. The animatronic offered a sort of confused hum, before smiling.

“Can do~!” Sun chimed, taking the book and putting it back in the box, before picking up the box. 

The next course of action was to see if Moon would be interested in storytime. As such, he carried the box of books over to the closet. 

Balancing the box in one arm, he gently knocked on the door to get his brother’s attention.

“What?” Moon called from inside the closet, his voice a sort of low growl. He sounded grumpy. Probably because he didn’t like being disturbed. Especially when he was in the closet. 

The solar animatronic offered a soft laugh, somewhat amused by how grumpy his brother was.

“Hey~ Logan brought over some books. Do you want to have a Storytime~?” Sun eagerly asked. He was excited at the idea of being able to read again. 

There followed a sort of metallic shuffling as the nighttime attendant moved about inside the closet. The door was eventually pushed open. 

Moon half stuck his head out.

“How do you intend on having a Storytime without kids?” Moon grumbled, slowly crawling out of the closet so that he could get to his feet. 

The question brought a sort of soft frown onto Sun’s face. He hadn’t stopped to consider that. He would usually read to the children. 

Ayala was busy, so he wouldn’t be able to coax her into letting him read to her; if she would even go along with the request to begin with. She had written these books. Chances were she had little interest in having someone read them to her. 

His solar rays began to sort of click in and out for a few seconds as he thought over his options, before a smile spread across his features.

“Well, we’ll just have to play pretend~” Sun replied, putting the box down for a moment as he began to look around. 

The house was still very much full of stuffed animals. Ergo, the solar animatronic picked up the nearest stuffy and held it up for his brother to see. He made the little toy wave by wiggling its arm with his fingers. 

That was admittedly all it took to get a soft sort of smile to spread across Moon’s features. Yeah. Okay. They could certainly play pretend.

What then ensued was a period of time where the animatronics roamed the house in search of any unattended stuffed animals. The acquired plushies were then carried to the upstairs bedroom. The empty one that was across from Elain’s empty room.

As the animatronics brought stuffies to the room, they began to sort of arrange them in neat little clusters. Larger stuffed animals were made to cuddle with groups of smaller ones. Little pretend families were arranged all around the floor near the unoccupied bed.

The bed was going to be where Sun sat when it came time to read.

Ayala, unsurprisingly, took notice of what the bots were doing. How could she not, when they kept going from room to room stealing her stuffed animals?

Thankfully she was more curious and amused than anything else.

“What are you two up too~?” Ayala questioned, lazily turning her chair about to catch the two as they began to pull the stuffed animals off of her couch. The two froze like deer in the headlights for a moment, seemingly afraid of getting in trouble.

“We need an audience for Storytime.” Moon responded, his voice somehow blunt and hesitant all at the same time. Maybe because he had been startled by her unexpected inquiry. 

A sort of soft laugh passed the woman’s lips.

“Well. Be sure to start with the right book. There’s a proper order to them~” Ayala hummed, turning back around to resume with her work. “Celestial Beginnings. That’s the name of the first book in the series.” She stated, more or less letting Sun know which book he should try to read first. 

An excited sort of noise escaped the daytime attendant, who was rather eager to read.

“Can do~!” Sun replied, before snatching up the stuffed animals he had come to steal. Moon did likewise. 

Following this, the two returned to the upstairs bedroom to finish arranging all of the stuffies. 

Once everything had been gathered, Sun began to look through the various books in the box. ‘Celestial Beginnings’ was indeed one of the books in the box. So that would be the book that he would read. 

Having found the book he needed to read, Sun made his way over to the bed and took a seat.

“Wait!” Moon abruptly blurted out, before darting out of the room. 

The solar animatronic was left sitting there, rather befuddled, for a few minutes. When Moon returned, he had Henry with him. The vacuum was carefully placed upon the floor in front of all of the stuffed animals. 

Moon then laid down among the stuffies, mindful not to crush any of them under his body. He wrapped his arms around Henry and brought his head to rest on top of the smaller machine, a small smile on his face.

“Alright~ Go ahead, Sunny.” He uttered, having finally decided that all essential listeners were now present. 

Sun laughed a bit to himself, admittedly finding it cute that his twin had gone out of his way to bring Henry up to participate in Storytime.

#rebranded #rebranded au #rebranded storyline #fnaf au #moondrop #sundrop #fnaf:sb #daycare attendant #fnaf #moon #sun #ayala

[starcrossed-selfships]

2, 3, 4, 6, 9, & 21 for Red to answer ~rebeccaselfships

2. What have you been up to with s/i lately? Did anything fun happen in the last couple of days?

"Eh, a lil bit of this n a lil bit of that. A relative was havin a wedding so it's been all over the place. Guess you could say the reception was alright... Got to woo aer in my arms for a dance, at least."

3. Any upcoming plans with s/i? Like in the next coming week or even month possibly?

"Not much, unfortunately. The holidays are a busy time. I wanna do something with Echo after ae finish this school semester, though... It's just a question of what."

4. How did you two meet anyways?

"I met aer at the store during aer shift when we were still Underground. Ae were a new face in town, so I struck up some conversation to learn what ae were about... Didn't get any answers until much later, though."

6. What made you head over heels for s/i? What lit that spark for you?

"Hehe aw, cmon, ya tryin ta get me to tattle on myself? Well, if I have to say... Guess you could say it was aer stubbornness, for lack of better wording. Ae were the town's suspicious lil oddity, so I messed with em... But ae always kept aer ground. Ae had the more reasons than most to be scared of me, but ae weren't. Or ae never showed it, at least. It became endearin at some point."

9. Do you have any nicknames for each other?

"Oh, sure. There's babe, sweetheart, honey, doll... Those are just the ones a lot of couples use. We have a few special ones of course, but not sure I feel like dropping those down here."

21. Date night! If you had to come with a dream date with s/i, what would it look like?

"Mmm, a dream date... We're both sort of homebodies; don't usually look towards the grand n glorious. I think us havin a nighttime picnic up on the mountains would be stellar. Just us n the stars."

#message received! // asks #thank you for the ask as well as being patient! :D

[jade-parcels]

Barking snarling growling drooling grabbing the sheets arching my back SOUTHERN DILUC IS SOMETHING I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT BUT NOW I NEED IT

Just imagine Diluc walking with a cocky little gait, thumbs hooked into the beltloops of his pants and his shirt open down to his belly showing of his tits and abs and he calls you his 'lil darling in a heavy southers accent i'M FUCKING BITING THE PAINT OFF OF MY WALLS-🐡

FISH I LOVE YOU this has me kicking my legs like a schoolgirl STOP

I raise you… Saloon owner Diluc..

He’s rich cause of his Pa, the town’s ex-sheriff who was also the mayor for quite awhile until he passed. God bless his soul and may he be remembered as the good ol’ man he was

So with his half of the inheritance he bought the old, worn down saloon in the center of town. He refurbished it with his own hands and is very proud of it! He fixed up the wood floors, made the barstools and tables himself and got a few old buddies to help carry in that goddamn piano that Venti comes to play every other night

Diluc’s got the sexiest horse in town. A gorgeous brown and black steed who’s hoof clomps can be heard all the way at the end of the road. And at night, he does a bit of vigilante work. Can’t rely on the sheriff’s office to catch all the criminals out here in these parts. Diluc’s been in his fair share of nighttime duels. He’s a fantastic shot who’s never lost. And he looks hot as fuck with that shiny, engraved pistol in his hand “That there was just a warnin’ shot. I recommend that you pack up and head on out of here, partner. Next time, I won’t miss…Ya hear?”

The saloon gets hot at night with so many people inside so naturally, Diluc sheds his coat, unbuttons his shirt and puts his hair up so it ain’t sticking to his damp face. He pours drinks and shoos drunkards out when they get too rowdy. The local deputies are usually there like Sheriff Jean and Deputy Eula. Kaeya hangs around just to annoy his brother and Venti plays the piano in exchange for free drinks

Anyways back to Diluc. He’s always in his favorite loose fitting jeans and his trademark black boots. The toe used to be pointier but after wearing them for years now, both points are dented up and scuffed. He doesn’t care. He’s also usually wearing gloves unless he’s bartending.

When he first sees you in town, he immediately knows you’re new. He can smell city people from a mile away. That doesn’t mean he’ll be rude to you though, he’s just his usual self. You’ll notice his he wears layers during the day and think he must be so hot, how is he not sweating bullets? Well he is. And his sweaty musk adds to the appeal

When you stop by the saloon you’re shocked to see that he’s practically naked! Well… in comparison to what you’ve seen, the coat, buttoned up shirt, gloves, necktie, hat, vest… when he’s standing there just in his loose, open, cotton shirt… that’s practically naked 💀 You can’t help but eye him when you sit at the bar and oh boy does he notice. Diluc’s quite perceptive… he notices when he’s being ogled at. Not that he minds.

He’s tan…muscular…got a few scars from blades and bullets from his time as a deputy. You can tell he’s a hard working man…mmmm not to mention he’s packing.

As he’s serving you your drink, he’ll lean across the bar, giving you a sweet view of his toned torso “So? What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ all the way out here? Ya just stopping by?” You can feel your face heating up as you two carry on a casual conversation

At the end of the night, he offers to walk you back to where you’re staying. When you tell him where that is, he frowns and shakes his head “That ain’t no place for a darlin like you. C’mon, you can stay the night at my house” you try to protest but he’s persistent, telling you how crime runs rampant at that hotel after dark. All the drunkards are pissing on the floorboards and the drunk deputies like to gamble in the sitting room until the sun comes up. He doesn’t want you getting hurt or anything like that so his guest room is all yours

“Well well well, Diluc! I didn’t think I’d see the day you got yourself a bed friend~ That’s a first, ain’t it?” “Shut your trap, Kaeya, get on out of here! I’ve had it with you!” >:(

#series: cowboy Diluc au #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact writing #genshin impact diluc #Fish. anon #🐡. anon

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Naive (2)

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Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You quickly discover that Wanda is different during the night.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️, mental manipulation, smut: oral, fingering, overstimulation, edging, penetration, sex toy use, dom/sub dynamics, biting, slapping(? just a lil)

A/N: no more thoughts except please share your own after reading this! writing this slutty shit kept me sane today so enjoy

Previous part

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To your surprise and relief that eventually transformed into disappointment, Wanda didn’t make an appearance at all for the rest of the week. You spent each shift for the next few days anticipating her return, watching for her over the heads of shorter customers and through the shelves on your way in and out of the bookstore. You were starting to think that she was simply passing through your town and you were just lucky enough to cross paths with her.

“Hi there.”

“Wanda!” you yelp after looking up from your phone hidden behind the register, clearing your throat as you tuck it in your pocket. “Um, can I get you anything?”

“I’m surprised you remember me,” she laughs. “I’m sure you get hundreds of customers a day.” 

“You left a lasting impression,” you admit before you can stop yourself and she grins.

“So did you.”

There’s a brief pause before she adds your name to the end of her sentence with a flicker of something unrecognizable in her eyes that sends a shiver down your spine. Not knowing what else to do with yourself, you go to ask again what she’d like in the same moment she places a bottle of water on the counter.

“I got a really good recommendation the last time I was here, and I’d like to have it again.”

“Coming right up.” You ring up the exact same order, letting your gaze wander to her hand again as she inserts her card. “I never got to tell you how much I love your rings.”

“What?” She lifts her hand after removing her card and chuckles breathlessly. “Oh yeah, thanks.”

A frown appears on your features when you notice the way she grabs the receipt from you, almost as if she’s actively avoiding brushing fingers with you in the same way she did during her last visit. You’re able to replace the frown with a customer service smile, but you can’t shake the feeling that you experienced rejection before even posing a question. 

“I’ll bring it out to you soon,” you tell her before moving to the glass case, grabbing the food items and frowning again when you find her staring at you from the other side. “Is there something else I can get you?”

“What time do you get off today?” she asks in a rushed fashion.

“What?”

“I mean do you have any plans when your shift is done? I meet people all day long and you’re the first person that I’ve wanted to have a conversation with that lasts longer than a few minutes,” she explains a bit slower. 

“I only have an hour left,” you tell her as you slide her food into the oven. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe you could show me what fun things I could get into in this area. I’m a bit further away, Lane County, but I’m starting to enjoy it here more.”

“Well there’s a fair happening on the other side of town, if you don’t mind a long bus ride. I’m guessing you don’t since you live in Lane and you somehow ended up here.”

“Oh, I have a car.” She holds up her car keys with a grin and you laugh.

“Well then…” You pause and look over the counter to see that she’s wearing pants today. “I hope you’re not afraid of rollercoasters.”

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Aside from the occasional flirting when you have no customers, Wanda waits patiently at the same table as before, standing and joining you the moment you reappear on the other side of the counter without your apron. Her rings are tucked away again, and she dares to brush her knuckles against yours as the two of you leave the bookstore.

“Let me get that for you,” she insists, jogging ahead of you to open the car door and you laugh.

“Is this a date? Should I be nervous right now?” you ask in a joking tone, well aware that you’re genuinely wondering.

“Only if you want it to be.”

You take a deep breath while she crosses to the driver’s side, offering her a casual smile once she’s seated next to you. She denies your request to give her the address, insisting that she’ll be able to follow your directions better instead of admitting that she just wants to hear your voice as much as possible. So you lead her to the expansive fairgrounds on the other side of town, feeling excitement build in your heart the closer you get to your destination.

“This place must hold some memories for you,” Wanda acknowledges your wide grin as she parks.

“No, I just haven’t been in a while,” you admit as you both get out of the car. “Friends are too busy and I try to avoid nighttime bus rides as much as possible.”

“You know, I don’t mind giving you rides at night. I’m well aware that public transportation isn’t the safest form of travel.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that! You live too far.”

“Okay then.” Wanda meets you near the fair entrance and grabs your hand, sliding her fingers between yours. “I won’t give you the chance to ask.”

The two of you are latched onto each other, fingers intertwined the whole night aside from being secured on rides or bathroom trips. You’re walking into the games area, each holding a drink when you suddenly pull Wanda over to a booth. 

“Sorry, I just saw that huge giraffe and wanted to try to win it!” you explain as you release her hand to grab a ticket from your pocket. “Can you hold my drink?”

While your back is turned, Wanda sets both drinks on a nearby table and slips her rings onto her hands, returning just in time for you to finish the game. She hands your drink back to you carefully and reaches out to grab the small stuffed toy you’re offered, brushing her fingers against the attendant’s hand as she did so.

“She wants the giraffe,” she threatens, retreating with a pleased smile when he immediately pulls it down for you. “Thank you!”

“How did you do that?!” you question as she hands it to you. “I mean thank you so much, but wow. I’ve never seen anyone give in so easily.”

“I’ve spent most of my life figuring out how to get what I want, love,” she tells you in a low tone, and a shiver travels down your spine when her hand makes contact with your hip. “What do you think about getting out of here?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you agree quietly, starting to feel as if every other thought that enters your mind is incoherent. “Where do you want to go?”

“I’m taking you home.”

You assume she followed up on her word because you find yourself outside of your apartment building, and her hand closes around your wrist before you can leave the car.

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight.”

“Me too,” you admit, unable to prevent the smile that appears. “I guess this means you’re interested in more than friendship with me.”

“Is it that obvious?” She chuckles quietly as she raises her free hand to your jaw, watching you silently fall against her palm. “I’d bet you’d be a wonderful partner. My best girl.”

“I’d be so good for you,” you reply without hesitation, beginning to feel fuzzy and warm the longer she holds onto you.

“Yeah?” 

Your wrist drops onto the center console as the hand that isn’t resting on your jaw slips under the elastic waistband of your pants and underwear. You gasp when her fingertips begin teasing your entrance, bucking your hips slightly when you feel pressure on your clit.

“Wanda--”

“Shh, it’s okay, darling,” she assures you, slipping her thumb between your parted lips and grinning when they close around her without a fight. “I want to see how good you can be for me.”

She uses her middle finger to stroke slowly over your clit, eyes flickering over to your hips occasionally as they follow her movements. Her thumb slips further into your mouth, and your eyes flutter open when her ring touches your lips and a new sensation follows.

“You’re fine,” she soothes you when you let out a muffled whimper, sighing when she notices a group of people turn the corner at the end of the block and begin heading your way. “Let’s go inside. I don’t need an audience.”

Her fingers are removed from your underwear and in her mouth in seconds, and she practically growls as she cleans the bit of mess you left behind. You hurry out of the car and lead Wanda to your apartment, even in your haze able to remember to get her inside before Ruth sees you. In a few blinks, she’s hovering over you on the bed, and just when you think you can’t handle any more overwhelming sensations, she kisses you.

It’s breathtaking, quite literally you feel air leaving your lungs as if she’s stealing it herself. Your eyes feel like they’re glued shut and the grip she has on your waist is almost painful, but you can’t bring yourself to complain when she’s guiding you to grind on her thigh. Her lips are replaced with two of her fingers as she begins making her way down your body, carefully undressing you with her free hand and biting and kissing the skin she exposes.

“You’re unbearably wet,” she comments from between your legs, dipping her tongue inside you while stroking yours with her fingertips and humming loudly so you’ll arch into her more. “So fucking good.”

Her tongue is replaced with her fingers, and she begins slowly pumping in and out of you while sucking on your clit just to get a reaction. She grabs your hands as they go for her hair and hold them together by the wrists, readjusting so that her thumb can circle your clit when she pulls her head away.

“Being good means not touching unless I tell you to,” she scolds.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize breathlessly through moans as she picks up her pace while adding another finger.

“You’ll have plenty of time to learn. I’ve decided to make you mine.” She continues to finger you as she brings herself back over you, ignoring your gasp when you notice her darkened eyes and pinning your hands above your head. “I can’t wait to make it official.”

Her head dips down and you fall over the edge just as she sucks your earlobe into her mouth, thrusting into you forcefully as she continues you fuck you well past the end of your orgasm while her other hand pushes your pinned wrists into the mattress as hard as she can. You’re just about to cum again when she pulls away entirely, quickly unzipping her pants and freeing a toy she had tucked away.

“That’s really big,” you comment with wide eyes that immediately flutter closed when she pushes the head of the toy inside you. “Fuck.”

“Watch your mouth,” she warns you with a quick slap on your cheek, lowering her hand to hold onto your neck just below your jaw while thrusting into you more. “If it’s so big, why is my pussy swallowing it so easily?”

“Because I want it,” you whine, releasing a loud moan when she slams her hips against yours. “Please please please, I want it.”

“I know you do, love.”

Her other hand pins your wrist against the mattress again as she leans forward and begins fucking into you as hard as she can. She slips her thumb back into your mouth to reduce your screams to muffled whines, grinning to herself when you sink your teeth into her flesh a few times.

“Begging for something you can’t even handle,” she teases, prying your mouth open with her thumb as she lowers her head closer to yours. “Perhaps we should start over.”

She waits until you start to cum and slips her tongue into your waiting mouth, and everything goes dark.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #avengers x reader #marvel x reader #frosty's dark!fics #frosty's smut

[humancomedy]

Human Comedy: Tragedy - 11

Mika: Whew... 'm pooped, it feels like my legs are gonna give way...

Content Warning!

Mentions of familicide, child abuse and suicide within.

Location: Fruits Parlour

Time: Nighttime of that day

Mika: Whew... 'm pooped, it feels like my legs are gonna give way...

But in the end, everyone seems like they had lotsa fun at the live... I think we did a right good job.

Both old and new fans came together to support us.

'm real grateful for the fact that Valkyrie is so loved... At first I was pretty worried 'bout what was gonna happen to us, but I reckon I can rest easy now.

I s'pose it's to be expected that Oshi-san can resolve everything with a single tongue-lashin'.

I'll never be able t'do that. All I could do was get all up in a tizzy worryin' 'bout what to do~♪

Yer amazing, Oshi-san... Ya planned fer everythin', didn't ya? And ya chose the perfect timing to yell at everyone, right?

One second sooner or later and ya might've caused a real riot.

Shu: Hm? I simply raised my voice because the riffraff was infuriating. They were causing a commotion even after I had begun to sing.

Mika: Ah, so it really was just yer temper flarin' up?! Uwah... We're real lucky that things worked out, then! We'd be in right trouble if it hadn't, y'know?

Shu: Hmph... You're simply easily startled, much like a small animal. Carry yourself with more dignity.

Seeing you behave in such a manner is unsightly, and you'll be ridiculed for it.

Perhaps it may come as a surprise to you, but... As long as one speaks with confidence and conviction, the asinine masses will believe all manner of nonsense.

Should you persist in your beliefs, and push forward to make your own path... None shall venture to impede you, you understand?

You're much too concerned about others' opinions, Kagehira. I'd rather you be more unabashed.

Mika: Ahaha... I'd say yer too unabashed, Oshi-san. Me bein' all reserved keeps things balanced between us.

Shu: Perhaps... But good grief, I am truly exhausted.

The thought that this could be our last performance is disheartening, after all. I was gripped by anxiety last night, and could do little more than drift in and out of sleep.

Mika: Wait, ya mean even you get anxious, Oshi-san?

Shu: Hmph... I've kept it a secret from you all this time, but truth be told, I'm quite the coward.

But never mind that. Have some fruit, Kagehira. The adrenaline coursing through you may be staying your appetite, but surely your body requires the nutrients.

Mika: Gotcha, I'll dig right in~♪ Kinda feels like we always end up at this fruit stall after lives, don't we?

Shu: It's a fruits parlour. I've been fond of this chain since the time Nito was with us...

Besides, fruits are excellent since they are not only rich in water content and nutrients, but are easy and pleasant to eat.

You are partial to fruits as well, no? Much of the candy you so enjoy eating is strawberry or melon flavoured.

Mika: Ngah~ It's fine when it's candy, but the actual fruit feels real weird in my mouth, 'specially when it's so high quality...

Like, it feels kinda wasted on me...

Shu: I have no idea what you mean by that. Frankly, despite you having been by my side for all of this year, you've remained as an absolute enigma to me.

...Kagehira. I've been thinking extensively about the conversation we had the other day.

Mika: Uh, um? I ain't quite sure which one ya mean, I'm a right idiot an' all so I may have up and forgotten about it...?

Shu: The conversation about whether human beings possess the ability to attain the ideal form they should strive for.

In short, I think they do.

Mika: ......

Shu: The situations you mentioned, such as parents who beat and kill their children, and children who, for other trivial reasons, kill their parents...

Whether those who engage in such vulgar and iniquitous acts will ever be able to attain the beauty of an ideal being, and...

Whether we can even consider them to be of any value on this earth.

Mika: Uh, Oshi-san... Back then, I was just feelin' a lil' strange. I don't rightly know what made me say that kinda stuff, but there ain't no need to think so much 'bout it, yeah?

Shu: On the contrary. Precisely because it was something you said in the spur of the moment, it has brought your true colours to light.

You tend to avoid answering things outright, but that thought had been buried somewhere deep inside of you, no?

Kagehira. I think you've made a fundamental misunderstanding here.

The reason I exalt humans is not simply for being human. What I love is art, and art alone.

I see value in humans because they are the only beings known to be capable of producing art.

Beasts, you see, are incapable of such. That is what causes them to hold, at least to me, very little worth in comparison to humans.

You're aware of what sets humans apart from beasts, yes? Though this is a generalisation, humans have reason—that which allows us to suppress our wild instincts.

In the end, that may be the only definitive difference between us and them.

Art is but a product of reason.

It exists in a separate vein from undertakings such as eating, sleeping, reproducing and surviving for the preservation of our species, which are simply products of the information coded in our genes.

Even without drawing, even without singing, humans can continue to live without issue. Life is something maintained by eating, sleeping, gaining comrades and ensuring your own safety.

Art is not something humans require to live. Thus, we can call it a product of reason—or perhaps even a product of our humanity.

So then, what exactly is "humanity"? As you have previously said with great disdain, it is indeed the subject of much glorification in fiction.

Society dictates that we all ought to hold hands and get along, work diligently and reap the rewards of our labour.

They say everyone should live freely, doing whatever their hearts desire...

Whether it be taking down your enemies, fulfilling your dreams, or loving another.

This is wherein the error lies. Each of these things are simply products of our instincts.

Why do we love others...? Family, friends, lovers? The simple fact is that it facilitates our survival—the continuation of our species.

Increasing the number of people we can mutually love serves to protect us from external threats. Since that protection also facilitates the continuation of our lives, it elevates our survival rate.

That in turn allows for progeneration and proliferation.

In accordance with our genetic makeup—in other words, our instincts—those are simply ideal living conditions.

Love, dreams, justice, effort, friendship, victory...

Our stories sing their praises and extol them, but such concepts do not constitute humanity.

Humanity is, for example, the will that one requires to kill that which they love deeply.

An irrational, implausible action that defies the laws written in our DNA. Absolutely meaningless, moronic behaviour.

Other times, it is the will one has when, all the while knowing their continued existence would clearly benefit mankind and its future...

They instead choose to sacrifice themselves for some worthless nobody.

The free will to make such foolish decisions... That is what constitutes humanity.

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[leossmoonn]

Harmony

masterlist

pairing - spencer reid x fem!reader soulmate au

type - fluff

note - got this idea from this prompt list! :). “Sharing songs - being able to share songs with their soulmate in their heads”. italics are flashback memories 

summary - someone has been playing classical music in your head since you were 13 years old. you only realise it’s one of your co-workers when he starts to hear rock music in his head and in the hotel room next to him

warnings / includes - mild language, lil make out scene lol, case details, spencer catching you dancing

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*gif isn’t mine* (his jawline 😻😻😻)

“Oh, dammit, not again!” You groaned. You put your hands over your ears and rolled around in bed, trying to get the music out of your head. “Why now, ugh!” 

The sweet sounds of the piano filled your ears at once, waking you up at four in the morning. You sat up in your bed, leaning over to the bedside table to turn on your lamp. The music got louder as you got up, slipping on a sweatshirt as it was chilly in the nighttime. You went over to your desk, taking out your notebook and a pen, flipping it open. You turned on your computer and fired up the search engine. 

“Let’s see what song you’re playin’ today,” you sighed.

You looked at your previous notes, trying to see if any of the notes described the song that was playing. It sounded like it was written by Frédéric Chopin. You searched his music up, going through each song you haven’t taken notes on before writing them down. 

“Ah, feeling a little angsty, hm? Wonder what’s going on in your life,” you muttered as you wrote down the name of the piece. 

That song you had written down was Chopin: Nocturne No. 20 in C-Sharp Minor, Op. Posth. It was the song that your supposed soulmate was listening to. You had been writing down the songs they were listening to since you were 13-years-old. You had two notebooks full of songs and notes about how your soulmate may be feeling, and which song they played the most. You had a third notebook you had that was only a third ways full, and which you kept at work. 

You used to take it everywhere you went, but since you moved to Virginia, it seemed as though your timezones finally lined up. Or they stopped being a night owl. So you just kept the notebook at work, where you were most of the time. 

You worked as an agent with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. You had just gotten the job only six month ago. Everyone on the team had already been working together for five years, so it was quite intimidating being the new kid, but everyone was so welcoming and you fit in right away. You developed close friendships with all the members, even Hotch who acted totally emotionless all the time. Well… you weren’t really close friends with one person. 

Doctor Spencer Reid was his name. He was one of the most handsome man you had ever seen. Definitely the smartest, kindest, and even most funny. You two hadn’t had a chance to talk a lot, though. For some reason, it was as if the universe was keeping you apart. You two were always assigned different roles in cases, going with every other member but each other to interview witnesses or stay at the police station. You both didn't even sit near each other on the jet. You were always chatting with JJ or Derek and Spencer was either playing chess with Emily or reading or sleeping. 

When you two did talk, though, it was always filled with laughter and non-stop conversation. You two just clicked. It was amazing. You had never gotten along with someone as well as him before. And as cliché as it might sound, you also had a crush on him. You couldn’t help it. He was just perfect in everything he did and in how he looked. And now here you were, sitting at your desk, staring at him when you really should be doing paperwork. 

“So, you gonna admire those files or keep admiring pretty boy?” 

Derek’s voice brought you out of your deep thoughts, making you jump as you turned your head toward him. 

“Wha-What?” You stammered. “Don’t act all clueless. You know what I was talking about,” he smirked, taking a seat onto your desk. 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. “I was just… trying to remember what one of the witnesses were saying.”

“Hm, and staring at Reid will help how…?” “He’s a really smart person and I hope to gain some inspiration while staring at him. You know, if soulmates are real in this world, then maybe being able to share our thoughts telepathically is, too,” you shrugged. 

“That’s cute,” Derek grinned, standing up. “Anyways, we have a meeting with Strauss in a fifteen.”

“Oh, God,” you groaned. “I know. Make sure you at least have a third of the paperwork done or she’ll be up your ass,” he said. 

“Oh, well, maybe I won’t do my paperwork then,” you snorted. 

Derek laughed with you, nudging your shoulder and leaving to go back to his desk. You sighed and took out your iPod, putting in your earbuds and turning on some Aretha Franklin to help you work. 

Across the room, Spencer was looking at a few old case files from the 70′s. He often did this to pass time and to try and see if he could pick up some tricks from old FBI agents. As he looked over the pictures of mutilated bodies, Aretha Franklin’s belting voice filled his ears. 

“Oh, no,” he whined. 

“What’s wrong, Spence?” JJ asked, turning around in her chair.

“Someone is playing music again,” he frowned. “Oh, bummer,” she frowned. “What’re they playing now?”

“Aretha Franklin’s “Respect”. Great song, but a little distracting when you’re trying to do work,” he answered. 

“You only say that because you listen to classical music,” JJ smirked. 

“Well, yeah, but it’s also scientifically proven that —” 

“Why don’t you just put on some Mozart or something to cancel it out?” JJ suggested. 

“Well, I don’t know,” he shrugged, tucking his long, curly hair behind his ears. He twitched his nose, looking back down at the case file as if he never complained at all. 

JJ furrowed her brows, wheeling her chair closer to his desk. 

“You like the music they play, don’t you?”

“Wh-What? No,” he laughed. JJ grinned, “That’s so cute, Spence. You know, it’s not a bad thing to like R&B music instead of classical. It kind of breaks the little nerd-stereotype you have.”

“Like you have the country girl-stereotype, but you actually like mainstream pop music,” Spencer raised his brows. 

“I thought we said no profiling,” JJ poked his hand with her pen. 

“This is just what I’ve gathered from being your friend,” he shrugged. “Hm, I wonder what you would gather from actually profiling me then. But, anyways, I just think it’s nice how you like their type of music. It’ll make being together easier for sure,” she smiled. 

“I hope so,” he chuckled sadly. 

JJ gave him a sympathetic smile, putting her hand on his comfortingly. “You’ll find them, Spence. They’re out there, and probably closer than you think.”

“Thanks,” he smiled up at her. 

————

“Oh, sorry,” you chuckled as you bumped into Spencer. Your coffee spilled over the rim and onto Spencer’s khakis. “Oh, God. Now I am really sorry,” you chuckled. 

You set your coffee down, unravelling the paper towels and going to pat Spencer’s pants. You dropped down to your knees, wiping the stain off his pants, stopping once you realised the position you were in in front of the whole office. You looked up at Spencer who was looking everywhere but you. It was times like these where you wished you thought before acting. 

You got up immediately, throwing the dirty towels away. 

“I’m so sorry that was um… weird,” you laughed awkwardly. 

Spencer looked to you, his lips breaking into a smile. “No worries. I appreciate you trying to help. I don’t know why I just stood there. I guess I was just… shocked.”

“Understandable,” you chuckled. “Um, anyways, I can pay to get those cleaned if you need.”

“No, it’s okay. I can get it out at home. You just pre-soak the stain in a solution made up of a one fourth quart of warm water, a half of teaspoon of washing detergent, and one tablespoon of white vinegar for fifteen minutes. Then you just rinse it with warm water.”

You listened to him with wide, star-struck eyes. You were leaning against the counter, hanging onto every single word that came out of his mouth. 

“Wow,” you chuckled. “How do you know all this stuff?”

“I read,” he shrugged with a smug smile on his face. “Fair explanation. Anyways, what did Strauss say to you?” You asked. 

“Honestly, not too much. She just kind of stared at me and then said “Good job, but leave the paperwork for the other members of the team.”,” he quoted.

“No! You are saving us so much time. Please, don’t follow her instructions,” you begged teasingly. 

Spencer chuckled, “I’ll see how long I can get away it.” 

“Thanks, you’re doing God’s work,” you winked. Spencer gave you a smile, running his fingers through his hair and putting them over his ears as he felt them start to get hot. Your wink got his heart racing, even more than it already was.

“Well, I am a the genius of the group,” he chuckled. 

“And cocky today. Who boosted your ego?” You raised a brow. “Just woke up on the right side of the bed today. I guess,” he shrugged with a breathy laugh. 

“Well, that’s all good. Let me tell you, I am so tired. This is my like, fifth cup of coffee today,” you tapped your cup. 

“You know, you can actually overdose on coffee,” Spencer said. 

“Now that I did know. But you know, I’ve been drinking a lot of water, too, so it kind of cancels it out, right?” You guessed. 

“Not really, but you’re keeping hydrated, so that’s a plus.” 

“Ah, damn. Well, I’ve been drinking coffee since I was ten, and I’m not dead yet.”  

“Is that why you’re so short?” Emily joined into the conversation. 

You scoffed, turning to her. “I am regular height, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, in those heels you are,” Emily smirked. “What is it with everyone bullying me today!” You whined. 

“I think your height is perfect,” Spencer remarked. 

You turned your head back to him slowly, feeling heat rise up to your face. You sent him a thankful, shy smile.

“I think yours is, too. Tall men are always, uh, attractive,” you breathed out.

“Thanks,” Spencer looked down at his shoes, smiling up at you shyly. 

“Ugh, get a room!” Rossi exclaimed while walking over. 

You and Spencer looked at each other, then back at your shoes. 

“I swear, if you two aren't soulmates, then there is something wrong with this world,” Rossi chuckled while pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Thanks, Dave,” you laughed, picking up your mug and taking a big gulp of coffee. 

“I wish we had like, tattoos or something for our soulmate. The whole song-sharing is ridiculous,” Emily said. “Yeah, I agree. You know, my soulmate used to wake me up in the middle of the night playing Beethoven and Chopin,” you sighed. 

Spencer perked up at your words, leaning into the space you two shared. “O-Oh, really?”

“Yep. It was super annoying,” you chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t think that it would be that bad. That’s classical music. Music that’s calming and you can probably fall asleep to easily,” Emily shrugged. 

“Oh, it’s not calming when it’s like, blasting in your ears for two hours straight,” you snickered. 

“Well, my soulmate likes rock and R&B music,” Spencer spoke. You turned to him, brows raising. “Oh, that’s fun. I bet it was a shock to you, huh?”

His little comment made your heart fill with hope. Could he be your soulmate? Could he be the one? He could. He was the only person you really knew who liked classical music. But the chances of your co-worker being your soulmate was one in a million. Plus, he didn’t say anything when you mentioned your soulmate liking classical music. Maybe it was just a funny coincidence.  “A little,” he admitted. “But I kind of like it. I mean, I kind of have to. I’ll be listening to it the rest of my life if I don’t find them.”

“You’ll find your soulmate soon, Spence,” you smiled at him. “Thanks, Y/n, you too,” he returned the smile. 

You two locked eyes, feeling a gravitational pull between each other. You began to lean in slowly, the tips of your fingers touching. Emily and Rossi stared at you two, not believing you two were that clueless. But they didn’t say anything. They just hoped you two would figure it out before you two died. 

“Hey, we have a case,” Hotch interrupted. 

You and Spencer jumped apart, looking at the chief and going to the debriefing room. After thirty minutes of discussing, you all got ready to board the jet. For some strange reason, the universe decided to play nice and seat you and Spencer together. You weren’t complaining, of course. He was probably the best person to sit by in a plane or a car. He was quiet and minded his own business. He gave you plenty of personal space - maybe a little too much - and not to mention, but he smelled so good. Like pumpkins, coffee, and mint with a hint of vanilla. It was so soothing to you and it almost put you to sleep every time you sat next to him. 

“Unsub has to be a woman,” JJ said. “Well, we’ve profiled that women only take babies and young children, not teenagers,” Derek argued. 

“Yeah, but there are more babies stolen than teenagers. Maybe she took the teenagers to help with the children,” JJ suggested. 

“I agree with JJ. There’s no signs that point to it being a man. No bodies have shown up, none of the dead parents have had sexual contact. The unsub only kills the parents then takes the kids,” you stated. 

“Well, she left one set of parents alive,” Rossi said. “Wonder why,” you muttered, looking through the case files. 

“Maybe the unsub knows them,” Spencer guessed. “But then why steal their  children?” JJ asked. 

“Jealousy?” Hotch guessed. “Overused motive,” you muttered. 

Just then, the sweet tones of Mozart’s music fills your ears. You snapped your head up, looking at everyone on the jet, then to Spencer. You frowned in disappointment as he wasn’t wearing any headphones and no music was coming from his side. You huffed in annoyance, slouching back in your seat. 

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” Emily asked. 

“My soulmate is playing music now,” you answered. 

Spencer furrowed his brows, “What music?”

“I think it’s Mozart,” you sighed. “And God, it’s so loud. It’s echoing and going in rounds.” 

Spencer scrambled in his seat, taking out his iPod that was in his pocket. His jaw dropped as he realised he must have pressed play when he sat down accidentally. He paused the music, setting the iPod in his messenger bag. 

“Oh, it just stopped. Huh,” you said. “Maybe they just were showing someone the music they like,” Derek said.  “Yeah, what a likely scenario,” you chuckled. 

Spencer kept his mouth shut as he stared at the case files, pretending to read, but he was really thinking about what had just happened. It couldn’t be just a coincidence. But it could be. He was a man of statistics and facts. Yet, he lived in a world where soulmates existed. He just didn’t want to get his hopes up. He looked to you, his heart leaping out of his chest as he saw you laughing and smiling. Maybe it wasn’t just a coincidence…

————

“Jesus, this guy is good,” you sighed, running your hands over your face in distress. 

“Looks like another night in Chicago,” Emily sighed. “Do you guys want to get something for dinner?” Derek asked.  “No, I think I’m gonna turn in for the night,” you said. You stood up from the desk, grabbing your coat and purse. 

“Yeah, me, too,” Spencer said. “Alright. You two lovebirds have fun. But not too much fun,” Derek winked. 

You rolled your eyes in response, Spencer’s face turning pink at Derek’s words. You two bid the team goodbye as they went out to eat. Spencer and you drove to the hotel, the day’s work wearing down on you both. 

“You going to sleep?” You asked. “Maybe. You?” Spencer asked. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, unlocking your door. 

“Goodnight, sleep well,” Spencer smiled. “Thanks. You, too,” you returned the smile, going into the room. 

Spencer sighed as he unlocked the door to his hotel. He got ready for bed, brushing his teeth and brushing his hair back so hopefully it wouldn’t be that messy in the morning. He got in bed, turning off all the lights but the lamp that was next to his bed. He opened up his novel, beginning to read it to wind down.  He was thirty pages in when AC/DC entered his brain. He sighed in frustration, trying to block it out, but of course he couldn’t. He set his book down, getting up and trying to see if he could jog around the room to get tired so he would just pass out and not have to listen to the music. 

As he jogged closer to the bathroom, it was almost as if the music was echoing. He stopped in his tracks, trying to listen in. The music had never echoed before, even when he was in a room with good acoustics. He went into the bathroom, the music starting to go in rounds. 

“What the hell?” He muttered. 

He went outside of his room, walking around to see if the echo and rounds would stop. As he walked the opposite way from his room, the echoing stopped and the music returned to its normal state. He walked back to his room, the music suddenly echoing again. So he walked the other way, the echoing and rounds getting significantly worse. He gasped softly, turning the knob to your room, the door surprisingly opening. 

His eyes widened as he saw you with your hairbrush in your hand, swinging your head around to AC/DC and jumping around. You had your back towards him, but once you turned around and saw Spencer, you stopped immediately. You dropped your brush, running to your laptop and shutting it. The music stopped playing in your room and in Spencer’s head. And he knew it wasn’t just a coincidence. 

“Wha-What’re you doing here, Spence?” You breathed out. “You should really lock your door,” he chuckled. 

“Oh,” you chuckled, embarrassed. “Um, sorry you had to see that. And I’m sorry if I was too loud. I like to dance before I go to bed. It gets me tir —” 

“I think you’re my soulmate,” he blurted out. 

Your eyes grew to the size of saucers and Spencer shut his mouth immediately. 

“What do you mean?” You asked slowly. 

“Uh… Well, it’s your music. It started playing in my head. The exact same song. And when I got closer to your room, it started to echo and get super loud,” he explained. 

You looked at him, your brain putting all the pieces together at once. 

“Did the song also start doing rounds?” You asked. “Y-Yeah, how did you know?” Spencer asked. 

“Because that’s exactly what happened to me on the jet. B-But you weren’t playing music, so —”

“No, I uh, was. Accidentally. I think my butt pressed the play button when I sat down,” he explained sheepishly. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, moving closer to him. 

“I don’t know. I guess I was just scared I would be wrong,” he shrugged. 

You smiled at him, taking his hands in yours. He gulped visibly, his heart pounding against his ribcage violently at the sudden contact. You brought him closer to you, being able to feel each other’s breaths on your lips. You ran your fingers through his hair, twirling his curls in-between your fingers. You looked into his hazel eyes, your chest filling with a sense of completion. 

“So, you’re the one that has been waking me up in the middle of night when I was a teenager, huh?” You smirked.

Spencer laughed, “I guess so. Sorry about that.” “No worries. I um, I actually spent that time writing down notes of the song and your maybe-emotions,” you admitted. 

“Wow. That’s really cool. When I heard your songs, I spent the time growing accustomed to them.” 

“Oh, really? I didn’t think you could like any other music,” you teased. “Well, I guess I’m full of surprises,” Spencer grinned. 

“Yeah, you really are,” you muttered as you pressed your lips onto his. 

You both moaned as your lips met. You two had been waiting for this moment since you two learned about soulmates, and now that you finally had it, it was the most amazing feeling ever. His scent filled your nose, intoxicating you and making you melt against him. His hands slipped around your waist slowly, feeling it out. Your heart skipped beats as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your hands ran themselves through his hair, tugging on his as you pressed yourself impossibly closer to him. Spencer groaned softly at the sensation, not realising how much he would’ve actually like it. You slipped your tongue into his mouth as it opened, tasing him, your stomach filling with butterflies as you did so. He tasted of peppermint and coffee. The perfect combination.

As you two kissed, each of you taking shallow breaths in between, the team was just coming back from dinner. They walked past your hotel room, doing a double take at the two of you. They all awed quietly, their hearts happy to see that you two had finally figured it out. 

“I better take a photo for Penelope,” Derek muttered, taking out his phone. 

“That is so creepy!” Emily slapped his arm. 

“Yeah, well, being able to share songs with your soulmate subconsciously is creepy,” he remarked, snapping a few pictures and sending them to Penelope. 

“Derek, I think you’ll be sleeping in Emily and Y/n’s room tonight,” Rossi smirked. 

“For those two dummies, I’ll do anything.”

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if you’re taking requests maybe roadtrips with eren, jean, armin and connie?

road trips

oh my god this is the greatest idea i’ve ever heard. 

eren, jean, armin, connie + road trips

(going on a road trip with all four of them at the end)

cw: fairly gender-neutral, modernverse, weed references

𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗿

eren insists on driving the whole time, no matter how long the trip is.

his phone is plugged into the aux because “my car, my rules” but he doesn’t complain when you unlock his phone and start picking songs. 

forcing him to pull into a drive-through so he can eat real food, not just the 44 oz of mountain dew and monster energy he got from the gas station before you left.

hand-feeding him french fries.

playing i spy when it’s too dark to see anything, or on long highway stretches where the scenery doesn’t change. 

“i spy... something blue.” “is it the sky?” “you’re so good at this, babe.”

it’s very easy to talk him into impulsive detours, even if they’re in the opposite direction – he may be the one driving, but he’s relying solely on you for instructions. just tell him where you’re going and he’ll take you there.

“___ is only a two hour drive from here! we should go!” “yeah? okay.” 

driving with the windows down and enjoying the cool nighttime air.

car-camping in national parks – putting the seats down in the back and throwing together your bed for the night, sitting on the hood of his car to look at the stars with no light pollution, getting baked and watching a dumb show off his phone before going to sleep. 

at this point, eren realizes he forgot to pack his phone charger so you’ve gotta share.

getting breakfast together. eren’s not a morning person, but he can’t be grumpy when you’re looking so cute and sleepy in one of his hoodies. 

eren driving with one hand on the wheel and the other holding yours, occasionally lifting it up for a kiss as a silent thank you for being there with him. as if you’d dream of being anywhere else. 

𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻

listening to the radio to keep things spontaneous, usually the classic rock stations. 

jean taking his hands off the wheel because he needs to air-bass along.

listening to true crime podcasts when the radio cuts out – it’s funny watching jean’s face twist up in disgust during crime scene details, and sometimes he yells in response as if the podcasters can hear him. you also play detective about who you think did it – loser buys food at the next stop. 

music keeps things energetic at the start, but podcasts keep his mind stimulated when he’s been driving for a while. 

the original plan is to split the driving, but you end up falling asleep with your face smushed against the window and jean doesn’t have the heart to wake you up. he doesn’t mind driving the rest of the way.

stopping for food every couple of hours to make sure you’re both eating properly, not just snacks. you do have plenty of snacks, though. 

jean going "uh – excuse me” whenever you open a bag of something and sticking his hand out. he’s like a dad, he always needs a handful of whatever you’re having. sharing is caring. 

jean always packs a lot of unnecessary things, and he will reserve the right to say i told you so when his double-hammock comes in handy.

limited stops along the way (minus food/gas/bathroom) – getting there relatively early means you can relax in the hotel room and maybe explore/go out for dinner later that night.  

when you take over driving, jean is a big window-watcher and takes a lot of pictures of the mountains/scenery. 

already making plans on cool things you can do on the way back, when you have no time restraints – day trips, scenic rest stops, hikes, etc. 

𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁

stopping at a starbucks first-thing to get drinks for the road (he makes sure to get some food too so you’re not just running off a venti iced coffee)

splitting the driving – armin is the better (and calmer) navigator so you usually take the first and final shift. 

dozens of cute polaroids to put in your adventure scrapbook

researches fun (and romantic) things you can do when you get to your destination and reads them aloud to you. you come up with a plan together. that waterfall hike sounded really fun. 

armin takes lots of videos because he likes making little montages for his socials

you’re in control of the music. armin likes when you show him new artists – he’ll slowly nod his head along and inevitably add the songs to his spotify. he really likes snail mail. 

he takes over driving when you get tired – he likes holding your hand when he drives, or sometimes you’ll lean over and rest your hand on his thigh.

armin trying not to melt when you put on one of his hoodies for warmth – you have your own, but his are comfier and they smell like him. 

silly games to pass time like i spy or looking for different license plates. it’s fun until armin gets clever and spies things like the mile marker from 10 miles back. 

you insist you aren’t going to fall asleep because you wanna keep him company, but you end up curling into your pillow and dozing off mid-conversation. it’s adorable, and he doesn’t mind. he’ll usually turn on a podcast or an audiobook. 

armin stays awake the whole time but it catches up with him once you reach your destination – all he wants to do is cuddle and rest up

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

leaving a day in advance or very early in the morning because you stop at every tourist attraction along the way.

scenic lookout? let’s go there. world’s biggest ball of yarn? fuck, count me in. meteor craters? already merging onto the exit. dinosaur bones? you read my mind. 

picking up cool souvenirs along the way like geodes and stickers to put on his water bottle. maybe a funky lil alien to hang from the rearview mirror, along with his 20 tree air fresheners. 

taking cute, cheesy pictures of and with each other – connie posing with his arms out like he’s holding the mountain, standing in front of national park signs, etc. 

you collaborated on a road-trip playlist in advance (it’s 12 hours long)

somehow you end up listening to veggie tales or absolutely losing it until the car starts rocking to britney spears

"i love this song” to every song, as if he didn’t put it on the playlist 

listening to connie sing along and butcher all the lyrics. impressive falsetto, though. 

arsenal of snacks – more than you realistically need

screaming every time you see a new “welcome to ___” sign

“WELCOME TO ___!” “WOOOOOO!”

connie rocking the socks with slides. it’s comfortable. 

pulling through drive throughs every once in a while for food, continuously forgetting to throw out the trash bag from your last stop. 

𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺

stopping at the gas station to fill up the gas tank and stock up on snacks for the road – almost everything from the candy aisle, giant bags of doritos, slushies, energy drinks. nobody really thinks to get actual food.

the driving is split between eren “i’m serious, pull the fucking car over or i’m gonna piss myself, jean” jaeger and jean “eren stop honking my fucking horn, traffic won’t go any faster” kirstein. armin is the navigator because they’ll both get everyone lost.

everyone has their turn with the aux cord – until connie cracks himself up playing the same song over and over, then you have to pry it from eren’s cold, dead hands.

so many pictures

impulsive stops at tourist attractions.

playing dumb games to pass the time (quickly turns into replacing one word on each sign with “poop” because they’re all a bunch of children).

finally stopping at a diner later that night for real food

making it to the campsite and setting up tents and hammocks

getting baked around the campfire and telling spooky stories

connie complaining and scaring himself while he wanders off into the dark forest to find a spot to piss

smores (ofc)

going on group hikes and jumping into lakes/down waterfalls together. video of jean belly-flopping.

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[11h36]

Rating jjk characters on how well they'd take care of you when you're drunk

Nanami: 10/10- He has drinks with added electrolytes on deck and a bin next to you at all times just in case you need to throw up. Like you're getting absolutely pampered (and lightly scolded). Also if you have a nighttime skincare routine he'd do it for you ♡.

Utahime: 9/10- Its Canon that she likes to drink and if she's not drunk along with you she knows wtf she's doing. Makes sure you stay hydrated so you don't wake up with a hangover. If you do she would know all the remedies to get rid or it quick. She'll even let u rest your head on her lap 👀

Mei Mei: 9/10- another pamperer, she's probably the person that got you drunk so she feels responsible for taking care of you. If you're drunkenly rambling she'll respond to everything you say as if its an everyday conversation (and she's not even frustrated with you). She'll tuck you in and give u a lil kiss on your forehead <3

Shoko: 8/10- Like Utahime, she likes to drink so she totally knows what to do when she looks after you. The only reason she's an 8/10 is that she may let you suffer the consequences of a hangover if you annoy her enough.

Getou: 7/10- First of all he'll indulge in your goofy little escapades cause he's amused. Like if you wanna get food at 3am he'll take you. But if its anything stupidly risky he'd be like "no ❤" and tuck u into bed. He'll make sure you change your clothes and drink some water at the very least tho.

Gojo: 5/10- I feel like he'd be either pretty good or really terrible at this. Like he might convince you to do very stupid shit like eat an entire cake with him, OR he'll make sure you eat something that's actually gentle on your stomach to help you sober up a bit and watch over you till you fall asleep so you don't do anything stupid. Either way he's doting on you in the morning (and teasing you for needing to be taken care of lmao).

Choso: 5/10- Only because he's unfamiliar with this. Once he's used to it he's easily at least an 8/10 (U know how devoted he is). He may be a little lost but his heart is in the right place, his main concern is flushing out your system and preventing you from drinking even more.

Toji: 3/10- If you collapse on the couch he'll take your shoes off and toss a blanket over you but that's pretty much all you're getting. May or may not leave a glass of water near you when you wake up after the hangover has set in thanks a lot toji.

Sukuna: 0/10- He doesn't give a damn but he won't make it worse. 0 help whatsoever. Secretly thinks seeing you like this is so funny tho.

Mahito: -1/10- First of all why? Would you rely on this man? If your personality is drastically different when you're drunk he'd be really fascinated by your change in behavior and would probably encourage you to drink till you blackout. Also He'd definitely laugh at you while you're hungover with a pounding headache lmao.

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66. Nighttime conversation

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, abuse and injury

The guard dog was hiding his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with silent tears. His hair, still wet from the shower, curled around his face. Night was falling. The room grew dark, only lit by the warm, yellow glow from the Christmas tree in the corner. Still, Brutus didn’t move from the sofa.

“Hello, darling.” Light footsteps and a mocking tone broke the silence.

Absalom was immaculately dressed as always, white shirt, red waistcoat, dark grey trousers and matching bow tie. A sharp contrast to the guard dog’s grey sweatpants and black t-shirt. “Hasn’t anybody told you that a big boy like you shouldn’t cry?”

He put something down on the table with a clang of metal against wood. “Not that I’m overly interested,” he drawled, “but what happened this time?”

The large man on the sofa sobbed and sniffled, before he could speak. “M-master took me to the fighting ring again. He said… he said that lots of people are in town for the holidays and feel like gambling.”

”And you got hurt, of course. Want me to kiss it better?”

The guard dog just shook his head, ignoring the barb. He looked up at the elegant pet through red-rimmed eyes.

“It isn’t that. I’m fine, and I won. But…” Brutus had to swallow hard before he could speak. “The o-owners decided that they wanted to bate us before the fight. So that we would be keen.” He said the last in a different tone, as if quoting his Master verbatim. “I was in the barrel and they tossed… they tossed him down. It was a pet like you. He was old, and slow, but perhaps well cared for, once. They told me I had to… I had to knock him out as fast as possible.” The guard dog took a shivering breath, rubbing his eyes.

“I had to break his arm.” Brutus said miserably. “If only he had stayed still, I would have been able to knock him out cleanly, not much damage done. But he chose to fight, so I had to break his arm.”

He looked up at Absalom, dark brown eyes meeting blue. “It was a compound fracture, blood everywhere. If he doesn’t get treated properly, he might die.”

The other pet was quiet for a while, standing still in the twilight, his silky brown hair falling in shiny curls around his face. He seemed like a deer, slight and wary and beautiful.

Then, with a low, steady voice, he said.

“It is a dog-eat-dog world. We all try to survive, the best we can.”

With that, the pet sashayed away. It wasn’t until long after that his footsteps had disappeared that Brutus looked up again. Absalom had left the box with the first aid kit on the table.

*

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[shozaii]

could I request some dabi, aizawa and hawks taking care of their s/o who is maybe sick or has had a rough day? 💕

(a/n): hello hello anon! ahh thank you so much for sending this in! always wanted to write for dabi too <3 enjoy, love! ❤❤

masterlist.

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rough day.

pairings: dabi x reader, aizawa x reader, hawks x reader.

warnings: none!

i’d like to think that dabi does care, and would even go as far as he could to show you that he does. maybe when you two first started dating, he would tend to be a little reserved, quiet.

well, of course he has the love. of course he has the affection. then again, of course he has to take time to ease himself with you - to give his all for his s/o.

a scenario; it was a long, long day of constant stress and pressure. it wasn’t like your body wasn’t used to this. you knew what you signed up for - might as well endure it, put your heart and soul into it when you can. after all, rest would always come later on.

or so you thought. it went even longer, the more you started thinking of your bed. more jobs, more deadlines within a day. more ruckus. geez, what was with the world today?

the world took most of your precious time, because by the time you stepped your foot into home, it was nighttime.

more like, the next morning.

you groaned, looking at the time. 

“babe...? your boyfriend called out in what seemed like a groggy voice. “damn, look at you. rough day?”

your figure sloppily fell into dabi’s chest, inhaling his enthralling scent. he let out a little ‘oof’ before saying, “you did, huh. come on, stinky. bath time.”

your arms have never felt this tired after so long, because when it reached out to punch him by the chest, it wobbled. “i have a name, you know.”

“yeah. stinky.”

“shut up.”

mans came prepared. doesn’t show it but he’s super duper aware of your schedule. doesn’t need to write it down, doesn’t need any reminder. on the dot. a fine gentleman indeed.

leads you carefully to the bath he prepared for you. he helps you scrub your back (i headcanon him being a master of massaging) he then pecks your scars/stiff areas. “seen this a lot on the shows. hope it works.”

yup, you both had a good laugh after that.

he then gives you your towels. offers to dry your hair because you nearly tucked yourself into bed while your hair was still soaking wet. 

even bought you your favorite dinner, and then chuckled softly when he watched you yawn as you rested your jaw on your palm. “bed.”

“wow. another way of saying, take me to bed, my dear prince,” his gosh darn attractive smirk appeared again. 

oh my god he is a sucker for you. 

when you both are finally on bed,  he pulls you close, peppering you with the last few kisses before you both fell sound asleep. the best part is that sometimes you two stay like that until the next morning.

oh wow. let’s be real here, we have three wonderful gentlemen in this area. now aizawa is a little different. he knows what rough days are like, especially when he himself has gone through them. almost everyday. 

resulting in the yellow sleeping bag. 

but that does not stop you from caring for him. most nights when he returns home late, you treat him like a king because hey, he deserves it. he works so hard taking great care of his students, watching them overnight at the dorms (which results in no sleep). ah, the things you do make him so happy and loved.

so he vows to do the same to you. 

this time he was home earlier than usual - which was weird because usually you come home first. he checked every room, but to no avail. he tried calling you, but you didn’t answer.

okay, weird. where were you? maybe he’s been so used to seeing you return first till the point where he completely forgets about your schedules - basically anything you were doing. and damn does he feel terrible. 

which is why he decides to own up to it.

mans dashes through the apartment, getting the stuff that you like, ditching the stuff that you didn’t like seeing when you got back home, made sure he was wide awake for what he was about to see right in front of him - a representation of him (except that it’s not his son shinsou) or you, still in your best form.

.....maybe he didn’t need to think of the second choice. he was right with the first.

“my back hurts. so, so, bad,” you whined softly as he walked towards you.

“come on, kitten.”

“you should’ve gone to bed, shouta.”

“unfortunately my senses told me not to.”

“but they tell you that everyday.”

“....today was different.”

he lets you sit down on the couch for a bit, worried that you might as well collapse and then fall into the deepest sleep. once that was settled, he lightly tapped your shoulder. “you rested enough. bath time.”

conversations stay light with shouta. he knows what it’s like to be tired, and to constantly have noise around him. at the same time, he doesn’t want you sleeping; hence the small talk.

“are you sure, love?” you asked him. “you know i can-,”

“too late.”

you laughed drowsily. oh, what a man.

he frowns when you were hesitant to take a few bites from the light supper snack he prepared for you. they were your favorite.

“eat up. then we could sleep for as long as we want. i’ll even join you and never leave.”

best wild card pulled out of his pocket because you chomped down on your snack.

i headcanon him to be a little scared when it comes to massaging his s/o, worried that he might hurt them, but when he does, it’s god-tier. his hands work like magic. your back pain was almost all gone in that instant.

the both of you were already pooped out, so at the same time, you headed to bed, finally landing on your fluffy pillows, taking it all in.

and right next to you was the man of your dreams.

okay! two rough day scenarios, now for this majestic bird boy’s s/o who isn’t feeling well!

you weren’t at your best. your nose was runny, you sweat a whole lot. for a while you felt really really hot, so you put on your blanket. suddenly you were freezing COLD. pulled them back up.

gave up and covered one half of your figure. your headache was not getting any better and you used ointment/took a painkiller to get rid of the stinging pain on the top part of your head; but to no avail. it kept getting worse. 

the worst part was that you had to skip your work schedule, and you were really precise with it no matter what. but you just couldn’t when your body hurt as if tons of rocks were placed on your back. this was definitely not going to end soon.

lucky for you, keigo was taking a nap right next to you. he got up abruptly. “um, i had a nightmare. i was...falling down....oh my god, y/n, you are RED! what did you have?”

“i had the same thing as you dummy,” you replied with a different tone in your voice. “ugh, my head.”

“you’re sick, chickadee.” he placed the back of his hand on his forehead. “nothing.” he then did so on your forehead. “you are burning hot.”

“why thank you.”

“y/n, i love you but i’m serious. your temperature is soaring hot.”

“aw, man. i can’t ditch my schedule today.”

“in this house, a ‘schedule’ does not exist. you’re staying at home, and i’m going to spend the day with you. got that?”

you blinked a few times with your sore eyes, before replying with a sniffle. “okay.”

“good little birdie.”

and boY does he finesse his way to giving you the best treatment. 

he may or may not have learnt making chicken soup over the years he has been with you, so cue him making probably the best one for you. (we all know why he learnt this anyway)

feeling cold? gives you warm water for your sore throat. feeling warm? puts a little stand fan for you to take in all the fresh air. might as well even fan you with his wings because keigo loves being extra for his s/o. 

he sits with you and holds your hand. he doesn’t like seeing you like this - who does? all he wanted to do was to head out with you, hold hands, fly with you if he could, eat some yakitori.

no, no. must cure y/n first.

he’s such a cute lil baby 

he’d place the wet cloth on your forehead, and comes checking on you every 10 minutes while he’s out of the room. 

bath time? yes please. the right scents for your already blocked nose and to also prevent you from feeling dizzy from the stronger ones that you owned. even offers to wash your back 🥺

gives you his clothing because you look so darn cute in them. he breathes this huge sigh of relief when your temperature decreases from where it was initially. then proceeds to kiss your cheeks.

“keigo! you’re going...to...get...sick!” 

“i’m practically immune. so don’t worry.” he smirked.

you started feeling a little bit better, so you moved to the living room. but the pains were still there.

“y/n. these medicines would help. you came prepared.”

“that’s because i was worried i’d get the flu once again. i hate this.”

“come on. it’s fine, love. you will get back in action in no time. i’m here for you, aren’t i?”

the day ends with more cuddles, more kisses, chicken soup, laughter, little naps, and finally to bed. it was a long day, and you were feeling a lot more better. the fever died down even more, the pains reduced.

and it was all thanks to this lovely number two hero - more so - your lover.

“get well soon, birdie. i love you.” you heard before your eyelids sealed shut.

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(a/n) : i. am. so. sorry. this took so long. ARGHH FORGIVE ME😭😭😭

but i do hope this is a wonderful read! 🥺❤

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[mazuwii]

Zeke SFW Alphabet

Flying monke

Hey bestie, I see you like Mr Monke😏

No shame! No shame!😤 I am writing the chapters everyone has requested but I got asked to do a Zeke alphabet first so here it is

—A (Affection. How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

•Not very physically affectionate in public, he tends to give you stares that gives you the same warm feeling you get from being hugged tightly.

•When you crash into him for a hug, he's so shocked and confused, his heart is dancing at the feeling of your warm little body right against his, affectionately rubbing his back. Before he knows it, he's silently crying, holding your face to his chest so that you don't see.

•Zeke never knew hugs felt so nice and now whenever he's feeling down or whenever you both have nothing to do, he randomly opens his arms up and waits for you to run into them. If you take too long all he does is twitch his hands slightly, which is funny and cute.

•I can see him being way more affectionate in the nighttime, where you're sleeping on him and you mumble under your breath, he kisses your head and strokes your cheek, lovingly gazing at you.

—B (Bestfriend, how would he be like as a best friend, how would the friendship start?)

•Zeke would be the bestest friend ever, sure he isn't the most affectionate or upfront friend but he is incredibly reliable!

•Always defending you behind your back. He insults you but then compliments and uplifts you behind your back to other people. Basically your lawyer.

•I will never stop saying this, Zeke Jaegar is intelligent as fuck and hates small talk so his conversations are so delicious, so full of flavour. His intelligence turns you on so hard, he is so fun to talk to because A, he makes fair points and teaches you things, B, he has a good sense of humour, C, he genuinely listens. He wants your opinion and understands your point of view on the subject.

—C (Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

•Before getting into a relationship, he always thought hugs would be stiff and horrible, especially in bed but he discovered that he was wrong.

•When you were spooning him, he couldn't nearly think straight from the appreciation he felt. Your arm was so secure around his waist and your body was warm against him, it was a feeling that made him wish he was immortal and experience this FOREVER!

•He likes it when you bring yourself to him, automatically. He finds it cute and always compliments you when you do. It isn't a full-of-shit-flattery compliment, he means it.

•"Why- on this gruesome green earth, are you so cute?" He kisses your head as you nestle yourself on his chest. "Mind telling me? Hm?" He pecks your head again and tightens his arm around you.

•One thing he will die to protect is you, he wants to hide you away from all the horrors of the world and treasures you so much and one way to do it is to tightly hold you right against him, melting at the sound of your giggle.

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

•Zeke wants to live in a cottage with you, secluded from other humans. All the serenity of it relaxes him, it's one thing he'd never stop thinking about.

•Sure he wants to settle down but he'd never want to have kids. He sees himself as a failure to all and can see his little ones hating his guts, having to hear them exclaim how much they hate their papa (even if it's just his imagination) terrifies him.

•He felt like everyone hated him, but you and his grandparents and Mr Ksaver. Children would be too much stress

•As for cooking and cleaning, I don't think he's good with cooking or cleaning. He doesn't really make a mess so it's okay that he isn't good at cleaning

•However he isn't bothered with cooking actual food, he'd always just have fruit or instant noodles when he's hungry. So you'd have to be a good cook because my mans has no motivation for that stuff

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

•Like I said before, Zeke isn't good on relationships so if you both last more than a year and he realises you've helped him as a person and he has helped you, he secures it.

•But proposing would be difficult, he's shy, scared, worried you may laugh and blow him off.

•Eventually he gives in and asks, a heavyweight washing off his shoulders when you said yes, even getting butterflies when he realised you were crying.

—G (Gentle. How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

•His inner child is bruised, you can see a little boy in him anytime he smiles properly, it makes your heart shatter to know that he never experienced his childhood properly and is currently a little boy in an old man's body

•He is gentle, he tries so hard to be soft with you and touches you like you're made of glass. H o w e v e r, my man does not hold back when it comes to baseball.

•Zeke is so happy when he's playing baseball with you that he doesn't realise he may have thrown too hard and only realises it when you grunt at the impact it made with your collarbone, dropping everything and running to check on you.

—H (Hugs. Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

•He hesitates at first when your smaller body collides with his, he had let out a small yelp but couldn't help smiling when your arms get tighter in desperation.

•Slowly and gently, he'd embrace you back and smell your hair.

•Zeke's hugs are warm, secure and surprisingly cuddly. He's too shy to hug you first, you'd have to hug him first and he'd not hesitate anymore. Sometimes, when he's missed you so much, he'd hug so tight that your legs float off the floor, completely powerless in his embrace.

—I (I love you. How fast do they say the L-word)

•Zeke thinks a lot so admitting that he loves you would be an epiphany, even years into the relationship. He genuinely can't believe someone loves him and stayed with him.

•He'd say it with a kiss to your forehead, small freckles of tears glistening in his eyes when he stares longingly at you.

—J (Jealousy. How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)

•Very jealous but he keeps it to himself. Especially when it comes to the opposite sex. He realises anytime a man talks to you and you smile around them, he can feel himself shrink. He's all dramatic in his head, wondering if he'd ever been enough for you or if you finally realised you deserved a better guy than him.

•All of those thoughts would disappear when you take his hand or talk to him with the tone you always use with him, a cheerful and appreciative one.

—K (What are his kisses like? Where does he like to kiss you? Where does he like to be kissed?)

•Zeke's kisses are hesitant and full of pauses. Sometimes you do most of the work, bringing him closer and all that while he's questioning if he deserves you.

•When Zeke tries to be affectionate, he likes to kiss your forehead, crown of your head, cheek, lips in private. It's reassuring and he loves his little lady more than anything. This small kiss passes on so much serotonin through your skull.

•Zeke doesn't have a specific preference but when you pepper his face with kisses it makes him so happy and fireworks go off in his tummy. With your hands gently cupping his face and your lips pressing every area on his face he softly holds onto you with a flustered smile.

—L (Little ones. How are they around children)

•Lol, he's like their older bro but a lil more distant

Let's move on...

—M (Morning. How are mornings spent with them?)

•Zeke's life is full of duties and priorities but he wishes with his full heart that he could spend the rest of his life lazily holding you with you peacefully laying by his side

•To his dismay, he must leave you to sleep. He has to get up earlier and doesn't bother waking up his sleeping angel, getting ready for work and leaving- not without kissing your cheek. Even if you're fast asleep, Zeke tucks you in and pecks your cheek, admiring you for a few seconds before heading on with his day.

•I'd say on good days, you make an effort to wake up with him and make breakfast so that he doesn't go to work and smoke ciggerates on an empty stomach. Fucking idiot, sorry but don't do that 🙄 even to my readers, don't smoke bestie💜

—N (Night. How are nights spent with them?)

•He does sleep at a reasonable time, sometimes at ten PM, sometimes at eight PM..

•Before bed he'd watch a documentary with you while having dinner and probably tire himself out by sucking in all that knowledge (the TV voice makes him sleepy, so you can see his eyelids drooping when he lies about how he isn't tired... it's cute)

•When it's time for bed he does the usual routine and gets into bed after smoking... which is pretty painful for you to watch but you won't scold him, you'll bring him closer to you and kiss his nose, massaging his scalp and becoming limp when his hand is soft at your waist, caressing patterns with his slender fingers until you fall asleep.

—O (Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

•Zeke thinks he is the scum of the Earth and wouldn't be surprised if you thought so too. It'd be difficult for him to mention any of his trauma so it all comes out through his humour.

•Daddy issues jokes, mommy issues jokes, self-deprecating jokes and you go through so many until you realise the man is traumatised. I can say with full confidence that he once tried making a joke for the millionth time and ended up crying instead of laughing. Of course, you were reassuring and comforted him in every way he needed.

—P (Patience. How easily angered are they?)

•Very patient when it comes to his S/O, he doesn't force anything out of you and slowly, gently speaks.

•Zeke doesn't become angry easily, honestly, he's so smart and open-minded that it becomes a problem because he understands so many things, unable to use his emotions to his advantage.

•Again, emotions pass and are useless to him, they just come and go so he doesn't like feeling too vividly. Especially anger, he thinks there's no use in it.

—Q (Quizzes. How much would they remember about you?  Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

•Like I keep saying, Zeke is a smart, attentive person even when he doesn't mean to be. He pays attention to small details by accident and remembers subconsciously. He memorises a lot of your habits, bad and good and makes notes of when and where they mostly happen, adapting to your lifestyle without realising.

•Someone is asking what to get for your birthday and tries to get a type of chocolate flavour he remembers you despise and he gives away your full interests and a list of what you like, dumping an essay of your public info to one of your best friends and they're just like °_°...?

•It's cute, he just doesn't know his brain sucks everything about you in

—R (Remember. What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

•When you took him out to dance and the music suddenly switched from formal dancing to just 'go crazy' and he watched you GO OFF. You were shaking your hip and hopping around energetically, glaring at him for laughing his ass off over the loud music.

•You forced him to dance with you, both of you whipping your hair back and forth, your movements less stiff but nonetheless, in sync. He's never had so much fun. No one he knew was there, it was all strangers but he felt like only you and he were there, dancing freely to the music, he'd just follow your lead confidently

—S (Security. How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

•Zeke is so protective, paranoid but never expressing it, knowing he'd sound insane:

-"Angel, I have to go out with you because what'll happen if you suddenly get run over?!"

-"No you can't use the phone while it's in charge, what if it explodes in your face?!"

-"Cookie dough, don't try handstanding, you could snap your neck!"

-"No, I won't let you go up these faulty escalators, they could suddenly break open and swallow you, here let me hold your hand up the normal stairs."

-"Don't lean against the balcony, you could fall over!"

•So instead he does it sneakily. Like small solutions, in order, he'd: offering to help you shop when you go out, making you put your phone down to massage him, scaring you into stopping your handstands, holding your waist securely when you're both on the balcony.

•To feel protected, Zeke needs constant reassurance from you. Physically and emotionally. A small kiss on his cheek and a little "Don't overthink, I'm here, let it all out, I'll listen to your thoughts."

—T (Try. How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

•I think Zeke is more of a private person but his dates can be fun too. For anniversaries, you'd both have turns. For his half of the day, it would be spent playing baseball, going to the arcade, taking you out to dinner and then he'd warmly hold your hands in his, asking you what you want to do now.

•His gifts are so thoughtful but he tries to be cool when he gives it to you, lips straight and eyes avoiding you like a shy schoolboy. He can't keep his cool since you have to attack his face with kisses🙄 Jees Y/n stop it, he totally doesn't go insane when you do that to him, totally isn't in love

—U (Ugly. What are some bad habits of theirs?)

•I'd say the damn smoking. Zeke chose an unhealthy coping mechanism and needs guidance out of it, so you do just that.

•Taking his cigarettes and helping him get the nicotine out of his body through skipping rope, taking him to the sauna and even massaging his scalp when he has a headache.

•If course it'd be such a shock to him when he realises how nice he feels after his addiction is over, it's amazing what getting rid of one bad habit can do to your life.

—V (Vanity. How concerned are they with their looks?)

•Zeke trimmed his beard shorter and did his hair when he realised he had seemed to be ageing faster but... for the sake of my selfishness this is a modern au

•Surprisingly, he actually has good skin, a nice beard and a good haircut. Zeke is beautiful.

•Only once, has he ever shaved fully and my guy looked 10 years younger and was lowkey getting cocky but he rathered the beard and let it grow out... not too long though

—W (Whole. Would they feel incomplete without you?)

•Zeke is like the moon, it's a bit dark but it's still useful, however, it needs the sun to give it a boost? So what I'm trying to say is you're the sun to him, life wouldn't feel the same now that you've made your mark

—X (Xtra. A random headcanon for them.)

•I don't care what you say, he can do the entire dance for boy with luv by BTS. He doesn't know why he knows it so well, he's only seen the dance rehearsal once (yes he memorizes pretty fast)

•extra but, by the way, Monke man can figure out a Rubix cube faster than a War breaking out in AOT so... haha very fast👁👁

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

•He doesn't like a controlling partner, not everything has to go your way babe, life is always going to steer you in a different direction and it sometimes is in a better direction than the one you had first intended.

•So there's that

—Z (Zzz. What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

•This is funny to me for some reason? But once he lets go of your cuddle, he subconsciously sprawls his body out, and he does it for the entire night even when you're on top of him, his clothes are somehow half-off. The pillows are everywhere, the blanket is under his heavy thighs so you're freezing on him :")

#zeke #zeke jaegar #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #zeke sfw #zeke sfw alphabet

[katsuflossy]

😛 requesting nighttime headcanons for any of da boiz (Dabi Todo Izu)

Nighttime Headcanons

Pairings: Dabi x reader, Izuku Midoriya, Shouto Todoroki

TW: bad coping mechanisms(?)

A/n: when Tay requests something but you took too long so she did one herself 😭😭 I hope you enjoy it still Tay Tay

Taglist: @melanimed @myhoodacademia @lilsparkyswife @mypimpademia @mrs-atushiro @peach-child @xx-opaqued-xx @sunshineszn @tsukkisukkii

♠️ Sleep? Mans hardly sleep

♠️ He’s a villain... he’s not dreaming of bunnies and strawberries in his bed at night.

♠️ Most likely will get up in the middle of the night and go for a “walk” and returns disheveled, eyes glinting with satisfied bloodlust.

♠️ He won’t stop this routine until you tell him to. It would take a lot of begging too. Dabi has trauma that plagues him in the dead of night. His mind runs a mile a minute about the past, future, and present while he lies in his bed.

♠️ The thoughts only slow a little if you’re there. Thinking about you clears his mind, especially if the day ended positively. He’d nod off, you resting his chest, pleasant memories shaping his dreams.

♠️ However, it’s different when the day didn’t end so well. Whether it was an argument blooming between you two or something with the League, thoughts of you will not help. They’ll transform into his worst nightmares of your breakup, your torture, or your death. The possibilities of you getting hurt are endless. These times it’s best to stay up with him, assure him that everything would be alright and you’re not going anywhere. 

♠️ Failure of this will result in Dabi leaving in the late hours of the morning, back to causing trouble in the streets of Japan. 

♠️ Don’t let him fall down the rabbit hole again.

🥦 Also part of the “what’s sleep” gang because he’s a workaholic.

🥦 He’s usually staying in the home gym or backyard at the last second to 1 AM, pushing his powers to the limits. 

🥦 He’ll definitely get in bed earlier if you ask, but he won’t go to sleep. Unless you’re begging, he’ll be pulling out his laptop and work papers on new projects and villians. He’d keep his mumbling low and his keyboard cackling to a minimum. 

🥦 Idc idc he’s wearing a bonnet to sleep. You and Mina put him on and now he got himself the satin green/light red one. He’s investing in some silk pillows right at this moment. 

🥦 Anyways he makes sure everything is ready for him to leave tomorrow quick and efficiently. He checks his to do list three times over.

🥦 Will also make sure your things are laid out for you, down to the your favorite black or blue pen. Your bag is neatly packed, categorized by color and size.

🥦 The type that willl join you in getting ready for bed. You’ll both will brush your teeth at the same times, engaging in conversation about today or tomorrow.

🥦 Please moisturize his hair for him...twist it up if you need to because baby boy needs to learn how to take care of his hair.

🥦 If you do there’s a high chance he’ll fall asleep mid-hair massage,100% if there’s RnB in the backgroud. It’s the time when his thoughts stop running at 100mph and he’s just Izuku Midoriya, not pro-hero Deku..

🥦 If he’s still awake, he’ll see that you get the same treatment as well. A nice back massage from Midoriya along with nothing but utter praise will definitely have you out like a light.

🧊This baby boy loves his sleep... but doesn’t have a night time routine? 

🧊 He’s one of them who just washes their face with dove soap and water but STILL has clear, radiant ass skin.

🧊 He’ll ask what’s exfoliator, toner, hydrating serum—everything you use—and then starts using it for himself.

🧊 Matching face masks become a nightly ritual. His favorite is the bubble clay mask. He’ll dip his nose in own mask just for fun (I hc he may be playful with his s/o).

🧊 Aside from that, his routine is calm. He simply builds it based on your own so he could spend all the time he could with you before bed. 

🧊 He’ll stand at the side or sit on the toilet as you get ready. Your playlist blasting as you do a lil dancey dance. He’ll just stay in the room and vibe.

🧊 Definitely the one to come behind you, hands around your waist, and rock to any song that’s playing (Throw dat ass back on him why don’t you 😏). 

🧊 I’ve said this before but let him sleep before you. He is prone to nightmares and being in your arms as you comb through his hair will put him into a peaceful, deep slumber. 

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