ok..I just need some hurt/comfort headcanons for blue zircon x green zircon pls
Something like Blue’s first major case and she’s really nervous about it (to the point where she feels like she’s about to have an anxiety attack) and Green’s trying to be supportive? Idk if this really counts as hurt/comfort but I’m pretty bad at coming up with headcanons on the spot lmao.
God help me I’m thinking about fucking self-indulgent/sadstuck soulmate aus for canon Homestuck like
Names show up on your arm in the appropriate color when you turn 6 or 13. If you’re a troll, you get five names. You don’t get to know which are which. It fucking sucks.
Terezi had secretly hoped Vriska would be her flushed match, but Vriska had hoped for Tavros because the Summoner and Mindfang were matched, and by the time Terezi and Vriska realized they were some kind of match, they had already gone through Make Her Pay.
When Vriska figures out Terezi is one of her matches, she redoubles her friendly flattering messages trying to get her back, because she’s not sure what quadrant she and Terezi are destined in, but obviously she’s going to collect all her soulmates and figure something out, because that’s her destiny.
Terezi licks her arm on her 6th wriggling day, smells blueberry, and then just fucking buries herself in the scalemate pile and screams in frustration for like a whole day. It’s a whole three nights before she even reads the other names.
Karkat has spent his entire life hoping that his matches are his age or younger, so he can find out about and subsequently silence those fuckers before they get his name on their arms in heretical red and decide to turn him in. He’s dismayed when he knows a few of the names. He’s even more dismayed when one of the names is also in red.
Kanaya is hella freaked out because she has a four letter name on her arm, in an off-spectrum unnatural lavender color, and does that mean she’s an alien fucker? (yes)
Prompt suggestion if you'd be interested bc Ben/Kylo thing gave me an idea: Techie accidentally sleeping with Kylo instead of Matt and it actually being really good bc Kylo doesn't hold back like Matt does (Matt's scared to hurt his Techie :c) and and and idk what else I'm sorry. I hope this isn't too specific or too vague ;3;
“Go back to your quarters,
Tech’,” Lieutenant Jones says, patting Techie on the shoulder. “I’m signing you
off for the rest of the afternoon. You can’t work when your eyes are this sore.”
Techie sniffles but nods
as his superior gives him a gentle push towards the door, his vision growing
blurrier by the second. He knows it’s been a while since he’s had a flare-up
that’s been this severe and it won’t be long before his eyesight has clouded completely.
Counting his steps and feeling along the walls of his brother’s star destroyer,
Techie wonders if he should call Matt or Armitage for help, but both are still
on-shift and not due off for another few more hours. Even then, Armitage has a
terrible tendency to fuss anxiously over his little brother, and as the General of the First Order, Techie doesn’t
want to burden him unnecessarily. He’ll merely go to his quarters, take his
medication and wait for Matt to come home.
But as he rounds the
corner to his quarters, Techie finds himself colliding with someone and he’s
knocked back to the ground, eyes streaming as he tries to blink the soreness
stutters, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t see very well—”
“It’s fine,” a strong
voice replies. “No harm done.”
It’s a voice Techie
recognises, a voice that’s soothed him during his harshest of nightmares and
make his skin prickle during their most intimate of moments.
“Matt?” Techie squints as
he looks up, but only manages to see a blurry silhouette above him, offering
him a hand. The figure’s hair looks darker than Matt’s but Techie puts it down
to his failing vision rather than actual fact. He can make out the shape of
Matt’s face; his nose and ears, his plump lips. “Mattie? My eyes—they’re bad
again. Everything is blurred and I know that it won’t be long until I lose it
Matt, surprisingly, says
nothing as he pulls Techie to his feet, but Techie holds tightly onto his hand,
absently noting that his lover’s hands feel softer.
“Take me home?” Techie
asks. “Please, Matt. I don’t want Armitage to see me like this. He’ll worry.”
“Armitage?” Matt asks in reply, and Techie frowns in confusion.
“My brother…?” Techie
replies. “Armitage Hux. General Hux? Mattie, I’m sorry, I don’t
have the time for your jokes, please,” Techie whines, giving a tug on his lover’s
hand, urging him to hurry, because everything is turning black. “I know our
quarters are right there.”
“Right,” Matt says, tone
changed suddenly; softer, more focused. “I’m sorry. Come on.”
Today on Husbands of Changsha Seoul:
Yixing keeps picking out ugly furniture for their house that Jongdae doesn’t like, so he smashes them to pieces to get the point across, but is actually just doing it to get Yixing’s attention.
This is obviously not funny, I’m not funny, and this is obviously a joke. Fake subs are no longer a thing but this was in my head for such a long time I had to get it out. So yeah, sorry if it’s not funny and don’t take it seriously, because you never know who may or may not take it seriously, and if you enjoyed it thank you very much, but obviously I’m no longer going to do more. Lol bye.
((Sorry if this was ooc! I just thought they needed some fluff. They get everything they need to take care of the fish properly, don’t worry! They need a ship name, though. Michael and Christine can be Musical Soundtrack, but idk how to work Jeremy into that. They’re at the fair, btw)
“This was a bad idea!” Jeremy laughs as Christine and Michael try to walk in opposite directions, both of them holding one of his hands. When they realize they aren’t being followed, they turn to face him.
“Ferris wheel. It’s a classic, we have to.” Michael insists. Christine motions her head behind her.
“Agreed. But, first, let’s do the” She drops Jeremy’s hand to makes vague gestures to the booth. “This thing.” She smiles. Michael chuckles, and Jeremy smiles back.
“What is that, anyway?” He asks. She pretends to be horrified.
“You mean you’ve never done the goldfish thing?!” She exclaims. Michael laughs when Jeremy’s face contorts in confusion.
“Yeah,” Michael adds. “You haven’t done the goldfish thing?” Jeremy shrugs, still smiling.
“We were never big fair-goers.” He looks around. Christine tsks at him.
“Michael. I think we need to win our boyfriend a goldfish.” Michael laughs.
“Totally. Let’s give him the childhood he apparently didn’t have.” He says cooly. Christine grabs Jeremy’s hand again, practically dragging the boys to the booth.
Jeremy is unsure of what to think as walks around the perimeter of the booth and watches Christine exchange ten tickets for a bucket full of ping pong balls. There’s a table in the center covered in tiny fishbowls filled with water. The woman behind the counter grins.
“Going to win a goldfish for your boyfriend?” She asks her, looking at Michael. Christine nods enthusiastically, then, her face daring the woman to say anything, clarifies.
“/Our/ boyfriend .” She gestures towards Jeremy, who is currently looking quizzically at a cooler full of fish. The woman’s smile falters for a brief second before she steps to the side.
“Start whenever you’re ready.” She says, sitting on a stool.
“C'mon, guys! Let’s do this.” Christine says, determination in her voice. Jeremy grins and walks over, and Michael nods in agreement.
“So, you just… throw the balls into the cup bowl things and you win?” Jeremy asks, picking up one of the balls. The both nod.
“Yeah,” Michael explains. “Normally you win more than once.” Jeremy nods slowly in understanding. “So… theoretically we could win like, what, twenty fish?” Christine laughs.
“With Michael’s bad vision, your inability to throw things…” Her voice trails off. Michael scoffs.
“Fine then.” He says , faking offense. “You’re on.” He grabs a ball, and throws it too enthusiastically. It almost hits the woman near the cooler. Jeremy snorts, and Christine grabs one, missing by just a few inches. Then, it begins.
“He’s kinda cute.” Jeremy says, holding the plastic bag in front of his face. Christine laughs.
“I’m glad you like him.” She says, peering at the fish. Michael grins. “Good job, Christine, mission accomplished.” She beams at him, giving his hand a quick squeeze. They slowly walk their way to the ferris wheel.
“Since you haven’t picked anything yet, what so you want to do, Jeremy?” Christine asks. Jeremy yawns.
“Honestly? It’s getting late. After this, I wanna go home and cuddle.”