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dellalyra · 11 months

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I looked at the prompt list, but i literally COULD NOT decide, but i was thinking, what if Megumi or Tsumiki had a really bad nightmare? How would Gojo and Reader help them? I was thinking baby Megumi, in his sleepy, not being as menacing and just being scared and asking reader for help (cause gojo would bully him)

Also Ily, thank you for your service to society.

A/N: cryin screamin throwin up i can’t this was so sweet to write I think I got a cavity. Having soft sleepy baby Megumi made me so happy to write bc I feel he definitely had his vulnerable tiny little boy moments with these two after he settled in - still a prickly little cactus man most days but occasionally he just needed a cuddle - bc who wouldn’t? Especially if it’s Gojo giving them. Also ily and thank you so much these kind of messages MAKE MY FUCKIN DAY. Keep em coming!!!!!

listen to: luv note - chloe moriondo

la lune - billie marten

A Little Extra Love

Waking up to the sound of obvious nightmares wasn’t unusual for you. You’d been sleeping beside Satoru for a couple of years now, and you’ve shared rooms with Geto and Shoko - the four of you have seen too much shit to sleep unscathed. At least once a month, you’d be sitting with Satoru, still shaking and crying from the lingering feelings of fear and pain stemming from the nightmare - of Riko, of Suguru, of Toji - of losing you. You were no stranger yourself, dreams of bloodied white hair in your lap and vacant blue eyes with a stab wound through his throat plagued you - the image of Suguru holding a young girl's corpse, of the last time you saw Haibara all poisoned your sleep now and again.

So waking at 2am to the sounds of soft whimpers made you immediately turn around to wake your boyfriend from what you expected to be his nightmare - only to find him fast asleep, hair wild across the pillow and drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as he lay starfished across the bed. There was no relief however in seeing a peaceful Satoru - because that meant it was one of the kids.

They’d been with you for about 9 months now, and it was almost Megumi’s 7th birthday.

You bolted up, trying to stay silent as you creeped out your door and ran down the hallway to the kids rooms - the sound was coming from Megumi’s room so you softly opened the door and came face to face with a sight that broke your heart. Megumi was clutching his frog plush so tight that his small knuckles were white and his face was contorted in fear - whimpers and soft cries coming from his trembling mouth.

Dashing across to his bed, you gently sat on the bed beside him. You knew that waking anyone - let alone a 6 year old - abruptly from a nightmare would only cause more fear, so you began to softly coo his name and stroke his soft black hair away from his face. After about 20 seconds, you placed a hand on his little chest and rubbed soothing circles - causing his eyes to flash open and the frog to be clutched even tighter to his chest as he let out a yelp at whatever woke him, eyes wide and petrified frantically scanning the room before he surprised you by flinging his tiny arms around your neck and clutching you right and crawling his way into your lap.

“You’re okay sweet boy, you’re safe. It was a nasty dream, that’s all.” You coo into his hair, with the softest voice you can muster. You hate seeing him like this, you wish he didn’t have the trauma he did so he could worry about things normal little boys did instead.

He sniffled into your chest, head pressed into your fluffy pyjama top face first. You continue the slow cycles on his back and wrap your arm around his legs to keep his close to you.

“Do you wanna talk about it, baby?” You ask.

He shudders, but nods.

“He c-came to get us, my dad, he came in here and took me and ‘Miki and said w-we had to leave with him to the big Zen’in family and never come home again and h-he said you didn’t w-want us and-” and the sobs took over as you got the gist of the dream and if the ghost of Toji Fushiguro was in front of you right now you’d kill him and send him back to hell again.

“Oh, my sweet boy - that’s never gonna happen. We’re never leaving you or Tsumiki, we always will want you guys - we love you both so much. I promise, no matter how much me and Satoru annoy you guys you can’t get rid of us, ‘Kay? We’re a family now. Your dad isn’t taking you from us, pinky promise.”

‘Because your unofficially adopted father killed him and him and I threatened the Zen’in family so much that they’re too scared to come within a mile of you two!’ Is the bit you leave out.

You also leave out that you and Satoru are looking at legally adopting them - that’s for another, happier time.

He sticks his little pinkie finger out and locks it with yours, sniffling a tiny bit more and rubbing his face (snot and all) onto your koala print top, but you couldn’t care less when you can feel the shaking start to settle.

“We can stay with you guys forever, ‘Miki too? Even though she has no magic stuff like me and you guys because the Zen’in said that she wasn’t worth keeping and -” He asks.

“Megumi - we don’t want you two because of what you can or can’t do - we love you guys as Megumi and Tsumiki, nothing else. Even if neither of you could do any of that stuff, you’re stuck with us, okay? Satoru and I have enough magic to keep us all safe - the whole family, okay?” You hate the Zen’in family for even planting that fear in his little brain.

“I love you too.” He says as his tears dry and you wipe his little face. This is only the second time he’s said it to you both, once was a few weeks ago when you and Satoru put him to sleep and both whispered “love you!” into his softly lit room and he whispered “love you guys too.”

You both sobbed that night - you’re both only 21 - can’t be doing that bad of a job with them if he says it back, can you?

“You’re such a brave boy. If you get more yucky dreams again, you come get me or Satoru, okay?” You plonk a kiss on his spiky hair.

“Just you. Not Satoru.” He looks down, fiddling with your necklace.

“Why not, sweetie?”

“I - don’t want him to know.”

“About the nightmares?”

He nods.

“He - he’s the strongest. I don’t want him to think I’m not brave or strong.” He says, words that shouldn’t even compute that way in his head.

“Absolutely not - baby, who told you that being scared makes you not brave or strong?” You tilt his little head up.

“My dad.”

“Well your dad’s dumb then. You can only be really brave if you’re scared. Being scared and fighting anyway is the bravest thing a person can do, I promise. Think about it this way - who’s the bravest and strongest person you know?” You ask as he giggles at you saying Toji’s dumb (you’ve plenty of other names too for that man.)

“You and Satoru.” He says with such resolve your heart melts, you expected him to say Satoru, so being included felt good.

“Satoru and I both get nightmares too, I had one last week, Satoru a few nights ago. It doesn’t mean you’re not brave or strong - it just means you need a little extra love, that’s all.” You nod at him, and you seem the surprise in his eyes at the revelation that the strongest and bravest people he knows get nightmares too, shattering the words Toji had planted into smithereens. How could nightmares mean you’re not those things if you guys had them? You had to know, because you and Aunty Koko were the smartest people in the world. Maybe Ijichi too.

He’s quiet for a minute.

“So if I have a bad dream - I can come get you or Satoru?” He asks.

“You can get more or him for anything at all, honey, not just bad dreams. We’re always here for you, and nothing will change our minds about how much we love you, or how brave and strong and smart and kind you are - ‘Kay?” He nods into your chest at this.

He settles down, small fingers still fiddling with your pendant.

“C’mon, do you wanna come stay with us in our room tonight?” You say.

He thinks for a second.

Then nods, and yawns.

So you lift him onto your hip, ensuring he has his frog and his water bottle and carry him down the hall into your room. Satoru’s still splayed across the bed like he’s determined to use every single centimetre of his long ass body to claim territory.

You point at the drool on his face and Megumi giggles, hearing Satoru order dessert in his sleep.

You lay him down between you both, and crawl in under the covers as he settles in - the movement stirring Satoru, who’s eyes open and he looks in confusion.

“Princess whatcha doin’ up? S’late. Wait - what you doin’ here kid?” He slurs, lifting himself onto his side to face you both.

Megumi looks at you and you smile, tucking him into the bed with you both.

“‘Gumi had a bad dream, ‘toru - so he’s going to stay with us tonight, a little extra love - yeah?” You say, petting both your boys hair. ‘A little extra love’ was what you had said to Satoru when you found him awake after a nightmare back in first year of high school. He smiled at that, eyes dropping back closed as he ruffled Megumi’s hair.

“Bad dream are the worst, aren’t they kiddo? I hate ‘em. If any bad guys come near you I’ll blast them into space, ‘kay? You just shout for me in your dream and let me deal with ‘em.” Satoru mumbles, sleep quickly taking him again, as he shuffles in closer to the middle and you both wrap an arm around the little boy who is snuggling in to return to sleep.

“Promise?” Megumi asks, poking Satoru’s nose.

“Pinky promise.” Satoru replies, lips quirked but eyes shut.

Megumi smiles softly to himself, and hugs his frog and shuts his eyes.

You let out a yawn, eyes closing heavy.

“Goodnight boys, I love you both.”

“Night Y/N. Luh’ you too.” Megumi mumbles, hair splayed almost identically to Satoru’s.

“Night night, Princess. Love ya’ always, you too kiddo.”

No more nightmares that night, just four sleeping soundly in a quiet cottage.

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #family formations extras #family formations au #family formations drabbles

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rosysunsetz · 1 year

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13. show me where it hurts

4. seriously do not touch it—

LOVEABLE IDIOT | TREVOR ZEGRAS

To say your boyfriend was an idiot would be mean, right? Personally, I thought so. Until I met Trevor. He was the kind of guy that was cocky but not too much to the point you wanted to punch him. He was also kind and funny, and extremely caring. He had so many good qualities.

It wasn't until we reached our 4th month of dating that Trevor started showing his true self more. His true self wasn't anything bad, never. It was more endearing and amusing seeing him do stupid things, just to prove a point. For example: Trevor and I were bantering about what would hurt the most. It was a stupid conversation, one that came up when it was well over 12am, and we started getting dreary.

I had said, "Do you think touching a cactus or touching hot water would hurt more?" The answer would be obvious hours later, hot water would hurt more. And that is when Trevor got the smartest idea I have ever heard. He insisted he goes and pokes a cactus.

What was even worse beyond the obvious pain that will follow? The fact I had a cactus resting on my windowsill as we sat near it. So you can imagine his reaction when he looked over at my window and saw the prickly plant, his face turning into a cocky smirk.

I immediately shot down the plan, even going as far as picking up the plant and crading the pot to my chest, moving the needles away so I wouldn't end up looking like a porcupine. But, Trevor was insistent.

"C'mon, babe. I'll be fine. I've taken hits on the ice, what's the worst that could happen from touching it?" He had pleaded, looking up at me with the cute eyes he knew, made me fall.

I shook my head and hid the plant behind my back when Trevor got up from the bed, coming towards me with his hands open. "Nope. Nope. This is stupid, Trevor. Beyond, stupid. These are needles, it hurts."

Trevor shook his head and reached behind me, taking the plant from my hands. My eyes widened and I rushed to take it back, almost taking a needle in my hand in the process.

It was a game of tug of war, both of us struggling to hold the plant up and take it from each other. Eventually, I realized how stupid this was and gave up on trying to persuade him away from the idea, knowing that the only way he would know is if he learned. Trevor had smirked when he saw me put my hands on my hips, staring at him with an expectant expression.

"Go on. Try it." I urged him, raising my eyebrows even. I was struggling to hold back a laugh, knowing exactly how this would end. Trevor would get hurt, and end up being a clingy boyfriend for the majority of the time he was hurt, he would claim he would never do something like that again, and I would laugh in his face.

And that was exactly what happened. The moment his cocky expression fell as his finger came into contact with the prickly plant was something I wish i got on camera. The way his smile immediately fell and he almost dropped the plant, had I not caught it. He cradled his finger and sucked the blood off it, making my nose crinkle.

I set my cactus down on my windowsill before grabbing his hand to look at his finger.

I looked up at him, telling him, "Show me where it hurts." He pointed with his other finger on his left hand to the cut on his finger. I grabbed his hand, the other one, and dragged him to the bathroom. He sat on the bathtub edge as I sat between his knees. His face was scrunched up in pain, it had been since he did the act. And I felt bad for almost laughing at his stupid action. I sighed as I looked at the bloody cut, a fine line sticking up out of it.

Sitting up, I grabbed tweezers and a bandaid with some antibacterial solution. He was quiet as I pulled the needle out, which made me look up at him in confusion. Trevor was never quiet. And if he was, it meant something was wrong.

"Are you okay, Trev?" I asked him softly, doing mindless circles on his palm with my finger. He looked me in the eye, his head moving to nod up and down.

"I'm fine. I should've listened." He sounded like a child and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me. He smiled once he heard my laugh, though I didn't see.

"I don't want to say 'I told you so,' but... I told you so." I couldn't help the cocky smirk that formed and he threw his head back with a laugh. A small smile replaced the smirk as I watched him laugh, his eyes crinkling as he did the wheezy laugh I loved so much. I finally finished up wrapping his bandaid and I kissed it lightly.

"There. All better." I said, patting his finger with mine lightly.

"Thank you. I'll make sure to stay away from the cactuses from now on." My eyebrows rose at that and I shook my head with a laugh.

"I would hope so. Stay away from the hot water, though." I pointed at him threateningly and he raised his hands in a surrender motion.

Even though my boyfriend, Trevor, was an idiot, I wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, he was my idiot anyways.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #nhl players #nhl imagine #nhl #trevor zegras imagine

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quibbs126 · 4 months

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I made buff spiky plant lady

However I have not made either honey based Cookie, whether it be the honey doctor Choco boyfriend or the honey also buff lady in construction. But ah well

To be honest, I wasn’t planning on having her be a cactus, and she looked different in my head initially, but @ur-typical-nerd suggested Prickly Pear and it went with the color scheme, not to mention it made the spiked ball easier to draw and helped with the spiky theme

I think in my head she was originally a forest lady, I think my brain was thinking about someone talking about making our own updates bc Devsis won’t give us what we want, I was thinking of a forest theme and she came mind. I suppose now she’s a desert lady though

I had planned for her to be shirtless outside of something at the top (and in my head I think I was thinking of something sort of similar to what @rexitto’s Tabasco wears at the top only with the bottom part of that open), which I made that jacket, but to be honest I had no clue what to do for her bottom half, I just kind of made something a put a belt to separate them

Also I’m gonna be honest, I don’t think I’m good at drawing the buff Cookie tops. Yeah I have at least three sketches of fankids that are unfinished and not very far in because I have trouble with the posing of their hands in accordance with their bodies. In general I’m not very good at body diversity with my Cookies. I try sometimes to make them look intentionally a bit wide or skinny, but by the end they don’t look that different (or I edit something in the sketch because it looks off that diminishes that difference)

I admit that Prickly Pear doesn’t look anything like what I normally draw, particularly with her greenish skin, colored eye lines, and her body type. But I did quite like drawing her, even if realistically I probably won’t ever use her again

Oh yeah, personality. To be honest I don’t have much, other than she tends to be scary looking and is definitely tough, but she’s a chill person that’ll help someone in need. But also don’t cross her, she’s very powerful, if you couldn’t get that just from her looks. Probably drinks a lot of cactus juice

#I just wanted to share this design I made #because she’s neat #cookie run #cookie run oc #prickly pear cookie #my ocs #my art #character design #random stuff

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abnerkrill · 1 year

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77 for the Spotify Wrapped ficlets but I couldn’t choose a ship so dealer’s choice!

you got holy (til you let me go) by rina sawayama and WHO ELSE could i write this for but steve/eddie!!

fluffy with a little bit of emotional hurt/comfort. tw period typical homophobia mentions. got a little bit away from meeee but that's life <3

"uh, they all think i'm evil, but it's fine," is what eddie says, only half flippant, when steve asks him if everything's cool with him.

which—is not maybe what he should've said. normally he brushes it off because he enjoys playing devil-may-care for a shocked crowd of onlookers. because it's satisfying to get a rise out of them. because shock is usually an adequate substitute for, dunno, actually feeling like he belongs?

with steve, though, eddie wants him to understand—somehow, if it's even possible—that there are things that can puncture even his thick skin. case in point: for the hundredth time since the town's satanic panic kick started, parents have hid their kids and rapidly left when he entered the library. even the library, which used to be such a sanctuary—! the world's fucked up, he knows this, the world hates freaks like him, but can't he have anything?

"i'm sorry," steve says quietly. then, after a moment, a little awkwardly: "is there anything i can do?"

"can you rewrite two thousand years of history?" he snaps. it's a little quick and mean, which he didn't intend but is kind of his default state. prickly, like a cactus, so he doesn't get fucking eaten. he flops down on the couch next to steve.

very tentatively—since this thing between them is very new and fragile—steve reaches for him, brushes his arm at first before settling it on him. "hey," steve says, with such genuine kindness that eddie's suddenly torn between getting more mad because he's so darn nice, and just melting.

he goes with melting, because it's easier and he doesn't wanna be mean to steve, and closes his eyes and settles into his—well, he can't really say boyfriend if they haven't really talked about it, but maybe later, once they actually do? yeah. once they actually talk.

"you're not evil, babe," steve says, affection suffusing his voice, "i swear, you're nicer than all the kids i grew up with even if they were raised right or whatever. you cared enough to do the right thing when so many people wouldn't have wanted to. i'm so glad i got to meet you."

eddie squirms a little under the scrutiny. and the babe. "oh, stop it," he says, half-drawling, trying to be funny to throw harrington off his scent. "i'm guilty of plenty."

"not of anything actually bad," steve says softly, dropping his hand to eddie's. "not of anything that matters. not of anything—" here he takes in a shallow breath—"anything i haven't done too, or nearly."

eddie cracks his eyes open at steve. "you sure about that?" he asks dubiously.

steve shrugs, half-grinning. "i mean, all the underage drinking and smoking and stuff, i did it too. and um—" he twines their fingers together purposefully. "if this is wrong, we're both wrong. or if it's right, we're both right. so if you're to blame for anything, i am too." he pauses before adding: "i have even played dungeons and dragons with you, so i guess if you're a satanist i'm some... acolyte or whatever."

eddie laughs, delighted that at least one dungeons and dragons term has made its way into steve's vocabulary. "my acolyte?" he teases.

steve blushes a little. "that's a... dungeons and dragons thing, right?"

"sure," eddie says, "it's a thing," and yanks steve into a semi-aggressive hug before he can pause to think too much about it, burying his face in his neck. he's done feeling sorry for himself today. he's decided that he will make out with steve and feel great about it, to hell with anyone who thinks this is wrong. it's steve and him. it's amazing. if he knows anything, he knows he's happy here, and that's more than enough.

#firstelevens #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #spotify wrapped #stranger things

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ambereyed-mountain-prince · 1 year

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It's that time of year again! When Ren spends an entire day in chaotic determination to shower their partner with the sort of affection that is well intended, but a little like giving a small child a can of spray paint and expecting them not to redecorate the walls. And the couch. And the car. Happy Birthday Martin! Good job on surviving the unique nonsense that is Ren's obsessive affections another year. @geehosaphat

Cactus Cake!

What, it’s a plant, Martin likes plants. And he’s a prickly bastard sometimes. No, it doesn't look as good as the picture. Ren does not bake, when they do bake it's with sheer determination for very specific reasons. They will occasionally risk setting the kitchen on fire for Martin though. This was another morning project, because Martin is the one who bakes for everyone so obviously he deserves someone baking his birthday cake! Badly. But only in design, the cake was actually good! Ren just had to fight with it, and redo the little arms a few times because they kept getting them too central on the front and then it was just a whole thing of them thinking it looked like cactus guy had a full chest and Martin is just made of gay since he's embraced that fact so that was clearly not the vibe and had to be fixed. And they couldn't get the little white fondant dots to stick so less adorable and more stare into your soul expression but, hey, Martin lives in existential dread so that kinda worked, right?

Owls. Owls. Why are there so many owls?!

Because it's their partner's thirtieth year on the mortal coil of course! Ren spent all morning while Martin was in class placing stone owls, crystal owls, tiny owls, all the owls, around the house among the man's shelves full of magic items hoarded away over the years, the kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms, nowhere was safe! Thirty of them to be exact. And two big mildly unsettling ones because why not? It's gonna take Martin weeks to find them all.

Trophy Boyfriend Shirt

Ren just recently learned this term, although they don't entirely understand some aspects of it, but they get the idea, yes. And the idea is clearly reminding the world that their partner is only getting more attractive with the years. Seriously though, have you seen the man's abs? Getting Martin to actually wear it in public will likely require some bribery and/or creative encouragement, but Ren is up for the challenge.

Emotional Support Rocks

Yes. Now Martin can enjoy an audience every time he bakes or makes his morning coffee, since Ren made sure to cluster this little herd of crystals with eyes attached to them (not real eyes, relax Martin, they're not sentient) near the man's favorite implement of mortal engineering; his coffee maker. They're even smiling!

Photo box

Okay, this one is sentimental. And required a good day if Ren's time, a lot of glue, and several rounds of cursing to create one of the boxes that pop open with layers of pictures and notes in them. Thanks YouTube. Ren was really getting in touch with their arts and crafts side on this one. And yes, it is filled with their favorite pictures from the last year of the two of them, places they've been, good moments, and just moments that Ren thought were important to remember.

T-Rex Sweater

Martin has an entire closet of old man sweaters. Ren supports him in this because it's just a Martin thing, and cute. But has taken it upon themselves to expand this collection. Since Martin's favorite color is green, and this was the most ridiculously not Martin sweater Ren could find, yes, it had to be the one. They may have to wait until winter again to see the full glory of this decision, but it's worth it.

#mighty #martin birthday #ren loves this man so much they will brave baking for him #true love #yes

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vampkaashis-wife · 3 years

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“Shit, I forgot to water y/n,” Kenma mumbles as he brushes past you into his apartment, smoothly taking the groceries off your hands as well.

“Huh?”

Kenma doesn’t respond, dropping all the bags on his kitchen table before wandering off to squat by his window. You watch him go, somewhat mesmerized by the way his shoulders have filled out over the years. It’s not as much a physical thing as a confidence thing. It’s confidence, not muscles that fills his shoulders, an easy relaxation that wasn’t there when you first met him. His hair is still an awful mess, but at least it’s more black than blonde now, unlike that period in between when it was an even half-and-half and you were almost afraid to admit you knew him, never mind loved him.

“Babe, c’mere and look.” Kenma glances over his shoulder at where you still stand in the doorway.

“Coming.”

“This is y/n. I named my little plant after you.” It’s a cute little thing with only a few leaves - that have wilted somewhat since Kenma has been slacking on the watering regime.

For another moment, you process those words. “You’ve been talking to Keiji?”

“I- Uhm... Yeah, I talk to Keiji all the time.”

“Yeah, because I hear he also calls his s/o a houseplant.”

“Ah.” He looks a little sheepish at that. “I don’t know. I heard talking to plants helps them grow, and I, uhm... You know, what, never mind.”

On a normal day, you might let it slide. Unfortunately for him, you’re in a nosy sort of mood today, so you pry deeper into this fascinating scenario. “I’m going to mind, Kenma, so spit it out.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Okay? You’re proud besties with Kuroo and Bokuto the chaos tornado and you can’t admit to having emotions?” You tease.

“Hey!”

“I have to call Keiji now and tell him my boyfriend is heartless. Better yet, I have to warn Ninja Shoyo that no one is safe from your prickly personality and he better watch his back.”

“I talked to the plant when I was afraid I’d bother you, okay?” he rolls his eyes, standing to full height and draping his arms over your shoulders. “I didn’t think you’d want to hear all of my life events ever - which I now know is not the case - but I would tell the plant and pretend it’d take the message to you. So now you and the plant have the same name. Okay?” His eyes bore into yours, soft and sweet like honey.

“If you say so.” You poke at his sides, and he jumps from the sensation. He doesn’t let go of you, though. “Let’s go get another plant. A cactus, so I can name it Kenma and it can be prickly all the time.”

“I swear to god.”

#kenma x reader #kenma fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenario #kenma scenarios #kenma hc #haikyuu hcs

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jwonsdimple · 2 years

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every summertime - yang jungwon

jungwon x reader

genre: fluff / wc: 726

summary: you go on a garden date with wonie!

a/n: inspired by the song every summertime, and by that one video where jungwon mentions that he waters the cactus he got from namjoon during i-land once a month :)

being the leader of enhypen could be quite stressful, especially at jungwon’s young age. the boys are finally getting a break after preparing relentlessly for their upcoming album. you wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend while also making sure he’s staying relaxed.

it’s a bright summer day and the weather outside was the perfect temperature, not too warm and not too cold. you thought this was a great opportunity for you two to visit the city’s local plant nursery. you remembered jungwon has cacti back in the dorm, so you thought he would enjoy looking around at more.

you found it cute, he takes care of the other boys, he takes care of his cactus, and he takes care of you. he was so caring for others you wanted to make sure he took care of himself too. what better destresser than nature?

“y/n this is a perfect date, injang passed away recently” jungwon says as you guys make your way down the rows of plants while he swings your intertwined hands back and forth.

“yeah of course.. wait, who?”

“my cactus died”

“you named your cactus.. and of all names injang..”

“it’s cute!”

“ahh.. but you’re cuter” you say as you you poke his dimple. at that, he scrunches his nose and swats your hand away. despite the reaction his cheeks obviously turned pink. you saved him from more embarrassment and didn’t mention it, continuing your search for a replacement plant.

it didn’t take long before jungwon sets his eyes on a prickly cactus. you notice there’s a matching one next to it. you pick it up, inspecting it’s spines when you hear the click of a phone. you didn’t even turn your head, still spinning the cactus around making sure it wasn’t already damaged.

“yah wonie! i know that was you. delete that”

“you look so cute when you’re focused you know y/n”

jungwon noticed that the cactus you were holding was identical to his, so he suggested you get it so you could take care of it together. you weren’t super confident with your abilities to keep a plant alive, but for the sake of your boyfriend’s happiness you caved in.

although, you did ask him if he could at least show you how to correctly plant the cactus in a pot before he had to head back to the dorm.

“remind me again why we’re at the park?” you asked as you sat down in the grass. a tree cast a large shadow above the spot you both decided to unpack on. the leaves let in just the right amount of light to highlight jungwon’s eye color, giving it a chocolate brown appearance instead of the usual dark, almost black, color it was. pretty, that was the simplest and best way to describe him at this moment.

“planting can get messy, it’s better to do this outdoors. trust me i’ve done this before”

“wasn’t replanting the reason injang died in the first place? maybe you’re not the best teacher for me after all”

“not true! injang just outgrew the pot, i raised him to be very strong”

you two get carried away in the planting process and before you know it, the sun beings to set. the summer sun and your day of fun tired the two of you out. you both lay in the grass watching the sky go from bright blue to a mix of warm yellow orange and pink.

“i had a lot of fun today y/n, thank you for this” jungwon says as he faces towards you. he gives you a small peck on your cheek, making it impossible for you to hide your smile.

his appreciation was genuine. it warmed your heart to know he enjoyed today as much as you did. you both understood before you got into a relationship that his schedule would almost always be busy as an idol, so it was at times like this where you both truly valued every moment together.

“i think we should name them”

“i thought you weren’t a fan of naming plants”

“i wasn’t a fan of YOUR name.. we should do something matching. how about ‘mint’ and ‘choco?’” you say as you look at him, but only through the corner of your eye, doing your best not to burst out in laughter.

“absolutely not”

#enhypen #enhypen headcannons #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #jungwon #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon #yang jungwon x reader #jungwon x you #yang jungwon x you

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momo-ceros · 3 years

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crybaby || kiyoomi sakusa x reader

summary; sometimes sakusa just needs to be pampered even if he cannot admit that to himself.

tags; nsfw, dom! reader, sub! sakusa, edging, dacryphilia

author's note; let's get this blog started shall we? this was a request by @serenitystar2002 but dumbass me forgot to allow asks when this was sent in. has since been fixed, and is now hopefully working. hope you enjoy!

Kiyoomi Sakusa really did not know what was good for him at times. He tended to overwork himself whenever he had set his eyes on a new goal to achieve, much to your disdain. Why the rational young man you called your boyfriend didn't understand the limits of his own body.

Fine by you. If that was how little he wanted to take care of himself, you would just have to step up your game as his partner.

"You brought all of this upon yourself", you scoffed and Kiyoomi shot you a glare, a weak one, but a glare nonetheless, "you should have listened to me in the first place, maybe then I wouldn't have to be so mean now."

Kiyoomi trembled in your grasp as your thumb brushed against his cock head, collecting some of the precum trickling down his shaft. His hair was disheveled, even more so than usual and it tickled your neck as he throw his head back further, writhing against your body.

"Your body has its limits too, no matter how much you don't want that to be the case my dear", you chastised and kissed the side of his head in a sign of affection.

"Just stop already", he breathed out, his hoarse voice strained as he tried to resist you, defy you, just for a bit longer.

"Okay", you shrugged, letting go of his dick completely, the low whine music to your ears. You knew you would have to coax him into giving into you as he didn't like to be the center of attention and had a hard time accepting the affection you threw his way.

Naturally, you were used to it, having met the black haired volleyball player long before his rise to fame back in middle school. A scrawny kid with limbs far too long for his body that hated germs and people. He certainly wasn't what you had thought your type would be when you were younger. Sure, he was handsome but he was as prickly as a cactus and the emotional capacity of a brick. Regardless, your affection for him had persevered and Kiyoomi had found comfort in your levelheaded stubbornness that you carried in a unfazed manner.

For most of the time anyway. Right now he was being a little brat who had a hard time admitting when he was wrong. You glanced at his still throbbing member. A hard time indeed.

"If you want to be like this, I can always just leave Kiyo", you hummed in a feigned mundaneness. You were far too turned for leaving to be an option any longer. Besides, you were mean, not cruel.

You moved back, intending to stand up but Kiyoomi's hand shot out, grabbing your waist and holding you in place. You couldn't see his face with the distance you had put between the two of you, his back no longer snug against your chest, but his ears were unmistakably red.

You smirked. Finally he had caved into his desires.

"I thought you didn't want me touching you. Don't I have too many germs anyway? Maybe I am too noisy and should just leave you alone already?"

His grip tightened as he was reminded of all the nasty words he had thrown at you earlier in a fit of frustration, not at you but rather himself.

He was lucky to have you, he knew that. He was reclusive, almost elusive to others. Social situations stressed him out, he was no social butterfly like his teammates. He knew he was hard to get along with, but you took your time, no matter what.

Kiyoomi was mad, mad at himself for making you feel under-appreciated for the way he under-appreciated himself. You were merely concerned, yet he projected all his unresolved issues onto you.

Your gaze softened as you pulled him closer, resting your chin on his shoulder as your arms wrapped themselves around his waist, your hands resting on his thighs.

"I apologize", he murmured softly, his larger palms moving south to engulf your own, ignoring the throbbing member between his legs. It was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate properly on the words leaving his mouth, but he wanted you to know that his feelings were sincere.

You chuckled quietly at his stiff apology.

"I accept your apology Kiyo. Now just relax okay? I got you."

And with that, Kiyoomi succumbed to your lingering touches, inherently soft in nature.

You began to jerk him off again, nails scratching deliciously against the underside of his shaft, right along the thick vine protruding from his skin and he let our a quiet moan. His head nestled back against your shoulder and you nuzzled your head into his neck, licking and biting against his heated skin.

He always had sensitive skin and you being acutely aware of every last of his sweet spots certainly did not help either. It had been quite a while before he had allowed you to touch him, his compulsive need to stay clean overriding his desire to have a proper relationship. But you waited. You persisted and gave him time and space to adjust.

All that seemed so distant now. A memory from a time long gone. Now he allowed you to touch him as freely as you wanted to, knowing that you rarely if ever pushed him out of his tiny comfort zone.

If you had told him years ago that he would be sitting on his bed between your legs with you gently jerking him off while leaving heated kisses and praises against his burning skin, he would have never believed them.

Your other hand began to fondle his heavy balls courtesy of always allowing himself to get pent up as much as he did, despite having a perfectly willing partner ready to help him out whenever he should desire to.

The stimulation quickly proved to be too much for touch starved Kiyoomi as you felt wet droplets dripping down his flushed cheeks.

You cooed at that, comforting words leaving your lips as your ministrations began to speed up. After all the waiting you had teased him with enduring today, your lover deserved a reward; he deserved to cum.

"Almost there", you whispered, soothingly kissing his cheek, your gaze memorizing every single of his reactions no matter how small they were.

He was mesmerizing, from the curling of his toes that forced him to push himself further into you to the way his long lashes glistened with fresh tears every time you tugged just a little too hard at his cock.

His orgasm was a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. It crashed down upon him like a wave in a storm finally meeting the shore and breaking. Kiyoomi threw his head to the side, desperately searching for your lips to lock into a comforting kiss and who were you to deny him?

His thick cum stained the sheets underneath as he collapsed back into you, the intense experience rendering him immobile. You guided him back, letting his head rest against your lap as you brushed his hair out of the way to leave soothing kisses all over his face. His teary gaze meet yours and you sent him a reassuring smile, taking his big hand in your smaller one, the fingers of your other hand wiping away the tears still staining his face.

"I love you", he whispered, his free hand reaching up to cup your face, his callous fingers gently stroking your cheek.

"I love you too Kiyoomi. And because I love you, I will take care of you, especially when you cannot seem to do so yourself."

He sent you another weak glare that held no ill will as he allowed himself to give into your affection for just a moment.

"We need to change the sheets", Kiyoomi mumbled sleepily, as sleepy as he was, he couldn't stand sleeping on dirty sheets, especially once stained by his own... bodily fluids.

You giggled. Of course.

"I know. I already prepared one. You go take a shower while I change them, will you?"

He nodded stiffly, his lanky figure awkwardly moving from the bed as he grabbed his sleeping wear to head to the bathroom.

That didn't stop him from lingering in the hall way for just a moment, his gaze following your inefficient struggles to properly adjust the new sheet on his bed. A small smile graced his lips. His chest felt full of warmth, a comforting feeling filling his body.

Kiyoomi Sakusa was loved despite all his faults and he loved you back all the same.

#;momo’s writing #sakusa x reader #kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu x reader #sakusa x you #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #kiyoomi x you #haikyuu x you #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa smut #kiyoomi smut

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skellabelle · 3 months

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an understanding

the way they’re both still sporting scrapes from their fight—UGH just makes me feel some kind of way

#they’re gay your honor #theyre gay and beating the shit out of each other #golden retriever boyfriend #prickly cactus boyfriend #raleigh becket x chuck hansen #raleigh x chuck #pacific rim #pacrim #pacific rim art #pacific rim fanart #pacific rim 2013 #pacrim 2013 #raleigh becket #chuck hansen #charlie hunnam #robert kazinsky #skellabelle

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phanfictioncatalogue · 2 years

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2014!Phan Masterlist

A prickly considerate gift (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Phil finds a substitute for real Valentine's day flowers

A Unique Problem… (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Dan gets a cactus. A rather expensive cactus, because why not spend loads of money on the first living thing he’s purchased since the hamster that abandoned him? And it takes him a while to notice Phil might be a little jealous.

A fic about support systems and slow growth.

Bottled Truths - cactuslester

Summary: All it takes is a drunken Christmas Eve in 2014 and the truth comes spilling out.

can't even get it started (ao3) - palomeheart

Summary: Phil contemplates his first video of 2014, the new direction of his channel, and a video he won't make.

Written for the PFF Shuffle Mode fest, for the song prompt Disturbia by Rihanna.

chase the night away (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: It’s 2014, and Dan decides to take Phil along to his mum’s birthday celebration.

Cheers (ao3) - ahappyphil

Summary: Phil and Zoe have a tipsy chat in America. Phil says a bit too much

give back (everything the darkness stole) (ao3) - i_am_my_opheliac

Summary: You’re both so glad that you waited, glad that you let the storm have its moment, waited it out in the shelter of your own home, in between safe walls that you erected together.

home is where the wifi connects automatically (ao3) - oqua

Summary: The wifi at Dan's parents' house is utter crap, which is definitely why he's always so miserable when he visits his family for Christmas. Because of the wifi.

(Or at least, that's what he chooses to tell himself.)

i don’t wanna be myself (it’s making me so unwell) (ao3) - obsessivelymoody

Summary: Dan struggles with adjusting to his medication.

In The Moment (ao3) - phangelica

Summary: Moments in Phil's relationship with the Howells

one step closer (ao3) - huphilpuffs

Summary: There’s a bill to legalize gay marriage in parliament and Dan wants forever with Phil.

Phallergies (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: “Teasing and reminding you of your literal allergies feel like different things,” Dan laughs. There’s a moment where the chocolate-coconut-concoction sits in Phil’s hand, as though he’s genuinely considering not eating it. But then he pops it in his mouth like Dan knew he would. A fic about moderation and indulgence.

prickle on the skin, ache in the heart (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: phil smiles wider, brighter. every day. every day, dan falls in love again.

he can’t help but be a little jealous, not being able to say

Spaceship Earth (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: Dan can't understand why Phil insists on repeating the most boring ride on the planet, but that doesn't mean he won't go along with it.

A fic about creating private spaces in public places.

That’s the way I like it and I’ll never get bored - secretlywritingstories

Summary: Dan takes a joke way too far and Phil has to listen to a certain Shrek song in their radio show too many times.

or the time where Phil pretends to be annoyed when Dan plays All Star as his wildcard choice but he secretly loves it.

The Torture of Small Talk - lesbiandannie

Summary: The year is 2014, and Dan Howell is a successful YouTuber living in London with his flatmate and best friend, Dodie Clark. He has his own show with BBC Radio 1, and his life seems to have fallen together perfectly. That is, until he unexpectedly runs into his ex-boyfriend, Phil Lester, whom he hasn’t seen since they broke up in 2012. Dan finds his life being turned upside-down as he tries to figure out how and if he should let Phil back in it.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #2014 #2014 masterlist

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crazybutgood · 3 years

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The Perfect Gift

Happy birthday Neville and Harry! Here is the finished product of this Drarryville WIP, featuring a nervous Draco trying to decide on the best gifts for his boyfriends. Thank you @curlyy-hair-dont-care for the amazing and quick beta and your encouragement. Thank you fantalf for cheering me on through my frustration (much of Draco's exasperation here definitely mirrors my own 😬) while I folded these stubborn cacti 🙈

Here's the bulleted list of my HC, followed by the image of the origami I folded at the end (please click on image for better quality!) :

Draco has a YouTube channel, posts videos feat. fun creative artsy stuff he likes to do including makeup tutorials, origami tutorials, sometimes with voiceovers.

Draco's too worked up over thinking of a perfect gift for his boyfriends, Harry and Neville, and before he knows it, there's a week remaining. One night when Harry's cooking a lovely dinner for them, as Draco soaks in the comfort and domesticity of the night, he plans to make something handmade for Harry and Neville's birthday because it's more special and what to get two people who can buy whatever they want? Plus the two also like to occasionally give handmade, heartfelt gifts to Draco too and he wants to do so as well.

With 5 days remaining, Draco films a video to post later, a bday special for his boyfriends: folding an origami cactus. The video has a voiceover. He talks about how the origami part of this gift is a throwback to the paper cranes he folded for Harry back in school, amused at the thought of how they used to fight often then and the antics he did to gain his attention, and now he had it. He goes on to talk about how there used to be animosity between him and Neville too, and how far the three have come from that time, fondly speaking about some memories of how their relationship progressed. He mentions how the cactus part of his gift is because of Neville's love for plants.

His recounts are interrupted with a few curse words and slight yells of frustration as he tries to get the folds right. He knows he's going to have to edit these out later.

A few hours later, Draco pauses his filming, grumpy, hungry and upset. He's got the cacti alright, but he struggles to fold the flower pot. Along the way of his journey down memory lane, he was inspired to use one of the small candle holders that Harry had placed candles in during their anniversary dinner to use as a makeshift flowerpot. He threw in small stones that the three had collected from their vacation together at the beach.

4 days remaining, Draco tries again to fold the pot and succeeds. He studies his handiwork and can't help the gnawing feeling that this video special and the cacti gifts are inadequate. He's a perfectionist, and doubts if this is good enough for Harry and Neville.

The last few days before 31st, Draco spends miserably overthinking if his gift is ok and gives in and hits the shops to buy Neville actual exotic plants, throwing in a cactus as well. He buys cookbooks for Harry which include cuisines he mentioned he wants to give a try. Draco skims through the book and throws in seeds for some of the herbs needed for some recipes in the gift pile—they can grow those in their thriving garden.

Harry and Neville are delighted by his gifts, which Draco is relieved about. He's secretly sad about not being able to give them the origami cacti. Harry and Neville pick up on Draco's off mood, trying to lighten it with reassurances that his gifts are lovely and also with their usual banter. When it barely helps, Harry asks what's wrong, making a quip about Draco being as prickly as the cactus.

Draco snaps and fires back that he hopes Harry pricks his finger on the stupid cactus, and cacti are just hard to deal with, ok? Lord knows they gave him paper cuts when he— Draco stops talking, realising his slip up about the paper cut, stammering out a half-hearted cover up.

Harry and Neville pick up on it and realise that Draco must've got a paper cut while folding something. While Draco waves off their mild concern about the minor injury, they ask him if he'd actually folded a cactus too?

Draco hesitates before admitting that he did. He goes to retrieve the paper cacti, in their flower pots—one made of paper and one a makeshift pot using the candle holder—and sets them down in front of Harry and Neville, quietly explaining what he'd actually planned to do, and that he didn't think it was good enough.

Neville cuts him off with a firm yet gentle reassurance about how Draco shouldn't doubt himself and his abilities, and how could he think that Harry and he wouldn't like anything Draco got them? The fact that Draco went through the whole process of making something for them made it all the more special.

Draco is sniffling a bit and is largely relieved as he's enveloped in a hug from Neville and Harry. Harry lightly jokes that Draco is actually a softie, and he can't believe that Draco was going to keep this secret from them and they've got to watch his video now. Draco lets out a watery laugh as he smacks Harry's arm but agrees to show it to them.

The two absolutely melt over the video and suggest doing a cameo appearance at the end where Harry and Neville tease Draco about being a sap but also seriously say how much Draco's gifts and the man himself mean to them, and it's just a short soft session of the three reminiscing about the past a bit, light-hearted witty banter, and teary declarations of love.

Image description: a picture of two origami cacti, one tall and one short, folded using green paper. The tall one on the left is placed in a candle holder with the quote 'Continue to keep the flame alive.' The cactus is surrounded by colourful pebbles in the candle holder. The short cactus on the left is placed in an origami pot folded using brown paper and a bit of the crushed cream coloured paper balls intended to resemble pebbles are peeking out from the pot.

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dosthoeyevsky · 2 years

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So my boyfriend's family has some land they're trying to sell and on that land is a giant enormous fuck you prickly pear cactus. I have picked some prickly pears and harvested four large cactus pads to try and propagate at home. My hands are full of microscopic spines and regret, but i now have a bucket of cactus.

#plantblr #cactus #prickly pear #projects that i gone and done #ohno sucks at gardening

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luverofralts · 3 years

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Arkhelios University

Roman’s first visit to the fraternity house was not going exactly as he’d planned. He knew what fraternities were like, and how it felt to be liberated from your parents in a new environment. Except he’d gotten that out of his system a long time ago. Boarding school had been a hot mess of teenage hormones and no self-control. It was where he managed to seduce Ulyssa, who had previously mostly hated him. Such freedom mixed with alcohol, and the high pressure of exams was an explosive combination.

It had taken Roman by surprise to see Abe embracing the lifestyle of the young and careless. He was young sure, but he had Theo to think about and help raise, and Roman to be faithful to. Roman could see what was happening here, and he didn’t like it.

Abe greeted Theo with love and a string of nonsense words that got him a smile in return. Roman was greeted with an awkward hi. So that’s how this was going to be. Roman helped himself to a glass of something alcoholic from the bar.

“Abe, can we talk for a minute?”

Roman tried to find a vacant area of the frat house to have a private conversation, but was interrupted by a streaker running by. This place was worse than boarding school. At least in boarding school, they kept their clothes on most of the time.

"Let's try to talk outside maybe."

Some guy he’d never met drunkenly pulled Abe towards him for a kiss and Abe didn’t complain, even when he knew Roman was watching from the porch.

Some other stranger made his move on Abe, which Abe seemed very comfortable with. This was a frequent thing then. Roman had seen enough. He set his empty drink down on an end table, and walked closer to his boyfriend.

“Hey, Abe!” Roman called, only to be ignored by a clearly smitten Abe.

This was getting frustrating. Any other boyfriend may have run off crying from all of this, but Roman wasn’t like other boyfriends. He’d put too much of himself into this relationship, and he could see plain as day that Abe was only acting this way for attention and rebellion. If only he’d gone to school with Roman and gotten it out of his system then, so they could be on the same page. He and Abe had a child together, they’d been almost murdered together, and if he wanted to be petty, then he could point out that he technically owned Abe’s soul. Roman wasn’t going anywhere out of Abe’s life, and all of these temporary distractions could leave Abe’s life at any minute.

Roman also grabbed Abe, just like the competition had, and ran his hands all over him. The other guys moved on when they saw the look in Roman’s eyes, but they’d be back. Maybe it was his supernatural heritage kicking in, or just the years training to be as petty and as vicious as he could in high school, but Roman wasn’t threatened by Abe’s wandering eyes. No, if Abe wanted him to fight for him, then Roman had just the plan. There was a reason why half of the Arkhelios school system hated his guts after all.

It certainly wasn’t very threatening when your competition was dumb enough to be bent over on the ground, smelling a prickly pear cactus like it was a rose.

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios university #Abe Chun #Roman Bellamy

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king-finnigan · 4 years

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modern!geralt rarely ever gets drunk. but when he does, jaskier makes sure he himself doesn’t drink anything for the rest of the night, because drunk geralt is an Experience that he’ll cherish for the rest of the year, until the next time geralt drinks.

basically, drunk geralt is a crier. though there is a bit of nuance to that, jaskier found out the first time he saw his boyfriend get drunk.

geralt is a lightweight, likely because he rarely ever drinks. that means that he’s already drunk after 1 shot of vodka (because geralt likes vodka). usually, he already starts crying 10 minutes afterwards. the first thing he cries at is always how fucking small the shot glasses are (look at them, jaskier, they’re so tiny, and they don’t even know it. who gave them the right to be so SMALL?)

2 drink geralt is, besides a crier, passionate. no, not in that way (yet). he likes explaining stuff (though not mansplaining, and jaskier thanks god for that every time geralt gets drunk). he likes cars, horses, and history, and if 2 drink geralt gets a listening ear, he will passionately explain everything he knows about either of these subjects. which is a lot. it gets tiring after a while. jaskier usually makes sure he gives geralt another vodka the second he starts talking about farm life in the 12th century and crying about they had so little, but they were trying so hard.

3 drink geralt wanders. a lot. jaskier starts to consider carrying a leash with him to parties or something, in case geralt decides he’s gonna start drinking. usually, he wanders onto the street - luckily not into oncoming traffick, he’s not that dumb - in search of cats to pet. geralt loves petting cats. he can and will cry if he can’t find one.

4 drink geralt is horny. and still a crier. it’s weird, and jaskier is not really into it. after the first time geralt got drunk, jaskier decided to never let it get this far again. so, he’ll either drag geralt back home after 3 drinks, or he makes sure his boyfriend drinks enough water before he gets another shot of vodka.

5 drink geralt passes out. the first and only time this happened, jaskier had to half-carry, half-drag his boyfriend up the stairs to their apartment. it wasn’t fun.

things that drunk geralt has cried about include:

he wanted to pet a cat he found on the street and it ran away

he saw a cactus (they’re so tiny and so prickly but everyone loves them anyways, jaskier)

he saw a succulent (it’s so SMALL)

he saw a frog on the sidewalk

he wanted to pet a cat he found on the street and it let him

he saw a cat

he saw jaskier

he saw yennefer

jaskier gave him a bottle of water (you’re so considerate and nice, i don’t deserve you, i love you so much)

the lights in their apartment worked (look at it, jaskier. it just goes on and off whenever i want it to)

he realized peasants in the 12th century didn’t have electricity

he saw the stars

jaskier took his fourth drink away

he spilled water on someone

jaskier told him to stop apologizing for spilling water on someone after half an hour of drunken ‘i’m so sorry’s

he accidentally bumped into someone

jaskier made him a sandwhich

he saw a bird

he forgot he had feet (jaskier, i can’t walk, jaskier, please what do i do, how do i get home? jaskier, why are you laughing, please help-)

there’s only one time that jaskier got drunk on the same evening as geralt. they brought a stray cat home, and geralt cried when it ate a cockroach outside their apartment. he named the cat roach because of that and kept her. whenever he comes home drunk, he cries when he sees her. it seems to confuse roach.

jaskier can’t say he blames her.

(modern!jaskier gets drunk)

#geraskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #the witcher headcanons #modern au #cw: alcohol #you can't convince me otherwise

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