I was inspired by that meme of a huge dude with a smol mouse thing on his arm. Now it is a fish prince with a very smol Hylian. Yes, I’m a weak-ass Sidon Link shipper in any sense. Friends, dating, fuckin’ married I don’t care so long as they’re happy.
Mikasa: Looking down or lifting her scarf in front of her face Reiner: laughing Bertholdt: Sweats Annie: Hiding in her hoodie Eren: Biting his nails Jean: Tapping his foot, moving the legs Marco: Stuttering Sasha: Comfort eating or drinking Connie: Blinks like five times as much Historia: Doesn’t get nervous Armin: Lots of hands touching Ymir: Touches her hair Levi: Does the head thing. like you know which one. And crossing his arms Hanji: Makes a constant ‘hmmmmm–’ noise Erwin: clears his throat Nanaba: Looks around for comfort Mike: gets talkative Moblit: Bites his lips and the inside of his mouth
2 and 16 for nessian or feysand? Please and thank you 😘
2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?
Already done for Nessian!
Feysand - Rhys is the big spoon. Definitely. I think all the boys are? Except maybe Elucien… anyway! My version of Rhys is kind of the taller, leaner build and I think that just fits Feyre so well because she’s rather lean herself. So even though Rhys towers over her in a lot of ways, their bodies just sort of match. They’re compatible, ya know? And I think for them, spooning isn’t really a big thing unless its playful. Like if they’re having a tender moment, they’d rather face each other or lay with Feyre’s head on Rhy’s chest. But when he’s teasing and tickling and attacking and flat out fingering/fucking Feyre, he’s behind her enjoying all the different ways her body molds in front of him, locked between his arms. He loves how she wiggles inward on herself when he tickles her and she tries to get away. He loves how scrambles forward to escape his teasing when he’s being an absolute prick. And most of all, he loves the way her back arches, head falling against his chest while her fingers grip his shirt and the sheets when he makes her come.
16. Who is scared of thunderstorms?
I don’t think either Nesta or Cassian is scared of them, though Nesta isn’t fond of water in general. The noise doesn’t really bother her so much though and it kind of matches that hot temper she has burning in her at all times.
Feysand, on the other hand, I think neither would be scared nor inclined to a panic attack from it, but I think Rhys would be the more uncomfortable one. I think the rain is gloomy for him, a sign of winter and sadness and less happy times. He can’t go flying. A lot of the shops in Velaris close for the day getting no traffic. All the training spaces are outside and getting messy in the mud isn’t fun. He has to pretty much stay indoors all day moping about less pleasant things like work and the Hewn City, but…. Feyre makes it better. She’s used to rain. She had to hunt in every element growing up, so she knows how to handle it. And she knows it bums Rhys out. The second it starts raining, she’ll start the fire place going and lay a blanket out, warm something hot up to drink, and sit with Rhys in front of the fire while they read together and listen to the rain. One of my favorite Feysand headcanons is that she’ll eventually reach over while doing this and start massaging his knee. The first time she does it, Rhys pauses his reading and looks down at her curiously where her head is in his lap. “What are you doing?” “Massaging your knee.” “Why?” She blinks up at him. “Because it hurts.” “How on earth do you know it hurts right now?” She’ll sigh, reach up and stroke his face once with a fond smile, and resume her work. “You told the Bone Carver. You told him one thing no one else knew about you so that I wouldn’t have to. And it was that your knee hurts when it rains because you messed it up during the war. I thought-” Rhys leans down to cut her off with a quiet kiss. “Thank you.” “Keep reading.” “Love to.” Suddenly, thunderstorms don’t seem so miserable.
A/n: This is my take on how the boys would help comfort their s/o during anxiety or depression. Eventually, I’d like to make a one-shot out of each of these to drabble on. Because every now and then, we need a little comfort.
Chocobros x Reader
Noctis: The instant he catches any sign of anxiety, he will take you to the nearest quiet place and beckon you into his arms for a secure embrace. Before your mind can even start racing, the warmth of his body grounds you. He will distract you by whispering things like; “take a new breath in and let out the old,” “just hold on to me and we will ride this out together,” In short, Noctis aims to prevent the fall before it can happen and he ALWAYS delivers.
Prompto:Prompto doesn’t have the same self-assurance as Noct to catch an attack before it happens. He will second-guess himself as to whether or not he’s making the right move to assist you. But as soon as your tears start falling, he’s right there to sweep them up with his fingers. He looks at you seriously and asks, “what’s going on, baby?” He will kiss all over your face and hair until the hurt goes away and then treat you to your favorite snacks plus infinite cuddles.
Gladio: When he finds you in his arms, a weeping mess, he´ll swoop you up close and carry you somewhere you can relax. He will nuzzle his nose to yours and sweetly kiss your lips no matter how ugly the crying gets. He’ll lay closely next to you, rubbing all over to soothe until you’re ready to lament. For the rest of the day, he’s SUPER protective.
Ignis: He has a close watch on you at the first red flag of a panic attack. He hovers close by, anticipating the spiraling that he knows is inevitable. When all the “what-ifs” and “oh-shits” start spewing from your mouth, he grabs both hands and says calmly, “worrying will not give us control over the situation, duckie.” He’ll rub the smooth tops of your hands with his thumbs and insist you practice deep breathing. When the panicking subsides, he pulls you firmly and tenderly to him for reciprocal reassurance.
You and Harry have been laying in bed all evening. You started with the Sun about to set, a beautiful purple painting on the walls, and now it’s completely dark. While the movies have been on, you have had your leg draped over Harry’s soft waist and your hand under his shirt resting on his tummy. Harry’s arm has been holding you close and his lips kissing the top of your head lovingly every now and then.
Now, you’re on top of him, straddling his hips, and feeling the pressure of his cock against your heat. You lean down to kiss him, first along his jaw and then teasingly just lightly his lips, but then he leans in and pulls you closer by the back of your head. Your lips move in sync with his and you can feel his lips curve up in a smile. As Harry tries catching a breath, he whimpers into the kiss. But nothing sexual.
Harry’s hands slide down your back and under your hoodie (well his hoodie that you stole), and he dances his fingers along your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He fiddles with the back of your bra for a moment, and then moves to the front and cups your boob with his huge hand. You feel his cold rings against your hot skin. But still nothing sexual.
His hands slide down your sweatpants to your bum and massage it firmly, giving it a slap. Harry’s breaths become more shallow and quick, and a curly strand of hair falls on his face, but you tug it behind his ear. Harry starts shifting under you, the grip on your bum moves up to your hips and starts to guide you to grind against him.
You pull away, which makes Harry stop his movements. His chest is rising up and down quickly, and you can see the need and the begging in his dark green eyes. His cherry red lips fall open, whimpering a quiet “Baby, please”, his voice cracking at the end.
- don’t get me wrong y'all, Roman is obviously rough but I feel like Dwayne is just that much rougher??
- you’d both be covered in marks after you were done, but he just took pride in it.
- when you woke up the next day, you’d notice Dwayne glancing at the marks with a smirk, satisfied that he claimed you.
- hair pulling
- praise kink, even though he’s rough. I just feel like his ultimate goal is pleasing you, not himself, so knowing that he’s pleasing you would give him pleasure.
- his strong arms holding you close to him, esp when you try and get away after a few rounds of rough sex.
- OVERSTIMULATION !!!
- multiple orgasms, like almost painfully.
- he’d be the one to decide when to stop fucking you, he’d make you come as many times as he wanted.
[Little fic preview:]
He’d just keep thrusting into you as you cried, holding tight onto him.
You didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or to keep going at this point, but he enjoyed that he could have that effect on you.
Dwayne smirked as your moans and cries flooded his ears and he felt the sting of your nails scratching down his back.
Since you were already sensitive from coming multiple times, it was easier to push you to the edge. Dwayne chucked as he felt the familiar tightness around his dick, and immediately he started thrusting faster but harder and rougher.
One of his hands reached to fondle your breast while his other hand reached to play with your clit.
“C'mon, baby, you think you can come one more time for me? Huh? You gonna come for daddy?” He growled teasingly in your ear, before biting your earlobe.
“Oh God!” You cried out, eyes rolling back as his teeth sunk into your shoulder.
So this place reacts to people/gems with rose quartz gemstones. It’s pink. It has the pattern of Steven’s shield. There’s no doubt this was Rose’s place.
These look a little like the swords in Pearl’s sword collection, but they are bigger, maybe Pearl has something to do with this place as well. Also, they showed up when Steven got scared by Connie having to chop off his arm, does this place react according to his emotions? Or perhaps, it’s got some sort of a voice-command-indicator, so when Connie said “cut”, the place made swords come out.
STEVEN WHAT THE FUCK
CONNIE’S EXCITED. I’M EXCITED. THERE’S WEIRD GEM STUFF HAPPENING. THIS DATE IS WAY BETTER THAN GOING TO THE MOVIES TO SEE A LAME MOVIE, STEVEN, DON’T FUCKING RUIN IT.
STEVEN YES THIS IS THE MOST APPROPRIATE THING TO SAY INFRONT OF YOUR CRUSH
So, this place is an armory. Well, let’s theorize.
I remember making up that one theory about Rose having humans fight alongside her in those “gem battles” mentioned in Serious Steven, so, this place might be where Rose stored all those weapons/armor she gave the humans to fight with.
All armor is the same size, and judging from Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl, gems have different heights, and that armor looks like it’d fit a human adult. Even if it’s all for a single gem, what would be the point of having this many? It’s definitely not Rose’s, because she looks quite larger on that painting at Steven’s house, but it’s still got to do something with her, since it’s her armory.
Something angst-y happens with the Elgang and it somehow turns into crack.
“Ain!” Elsword screamed as, across the battlefield, the priest crumpled.
There weren’t many demons left; it had been a lucky arrow that had pierced Ain’s shoulder, the Elgang saw as they raced over, fixing the muscle in such a way that his arm could very well go lame from it. Elsword dropped to his knees, automatically going to pull out the broadheaded arrow. Raven stopped him.
“We need to get him to a healer. Removing the arrow will probably kill him,” he said, low and urgent, and Elsword nodded, fear in his eyes. Elesis scooped Ain up with very little difficulty.
“We can get him to Grail, right?”
Before anyone could say anything, Ain winced and opened his eyes, his hand glowing as he moved to pull out the arrow. Nobody could stop him in time. It came out of his muscle with a sickening sound.
Strangely, there was no blood - just a humming of holy power.
“Ishmael will heal me,” Ain murmured, his breathing faint. And then, looking around at the worried and shocked faces of the Elgang, he smiled. “I’m no more hole-y than I was before.”
Elesis almost dropped Ain when she realized the pun. Elsword cackled. Even Raven snorted. And in the general relieved laughter, Ain’s shoulder healed to a perfect smooth blankness once again.
Me*looks outside to see who my brother is talking to (a roofer)
Me: Jesus he’s buff
Mom: go talk to him
Me: no thanks
Mom: you need to up your game
Me: my game is fine, I just thought you should know he has arms the size of tree trunks
Y'know what I can't wait for? When h&l finally do adorable, romantic stuff in public, het harries, if they stick around, will look at those pictures and see their fav in the arms of his man, who they've been trashing since day one. 🤗
Ok but seriously... Bucky and Steve taking your twin girls to see Disney On Ice. You were sick and weren't able to go. You had the girls dressed as their favorite princesses. When they came back, Bucky and Steve are decked out in Disney gear, holding souvenir cups and wearing silly hats. Somehow, Bucky ended up with a Cinderella sticker stuck to his metal arm and Steve had the Genie from Aladdin painted on his cheek.
and theyre going to do it all again next month because Bucky and Steve bought season tickets
“Papi?” John pleaded, taking hold of Alex’s arm. “Cuddle with me?”
“Busy, pet,” Alex muttered, turning the page of his book.
“Papi! Daddy’s busy, too!” John pouted, gazing up at him. “Please? Please, please, please?”
“Cuddle with Pokey, love.” Alex shifted to get more comfortable.
John whimpered and rested his cheek against Alex’s thigh. “Papi…” He sniffled, tears forming in his eyes.
Alex looked down, then sighed. He slipped a bookmark into the page and set it aside. “Come here, baby.”
John looked up and smiled, then stood and climbed into the chair. Alex shifted to make room for him and John snuggled into his side. Alex smiled, then wrapped his arms around him, letting John burrow his face against his neck. “You’re too adorable.”
It’s been a long day, little Y/N was already asleep when Sam buckled her into her car seat. “Buggy already asleep?” Dean asks as the two of them get into the car. Sam sits in the back with you, to keep you company amongst a few other reasons.
“Yeah.” Sam replies as he protectively wraps his arm around your small frame. You promptly lean your head against his chest. A few miles away from the bunker a car t-bones the door of the impala, causing Dean to loose traction as well as control of his car.
“You two okay?” Dean asks when the impala comes to a stop.
“I’m a bit banged up, otherwise okay. It’s (nickname) I’m worried about, she’s in rough shape Dean.” Sam answers worriedly. The eldest Winchester starts mentally chewing out the person that wrecked his car as well as hurt his five year old sister.
After the paramedics arrive everything is a bit of a blur, but time seems to stop when a nurse tells the brothers that their little sister is in critical condition as well as in a coma.
A day later, Cas shows up and does all he can to help you- which isn’t much. “I’m sorry I can’t do more.” He says sadly.
“It’s okay Cas, at least she’s not in critical condition anymore.” Dean answers as he gently rubs his thumb over your small knuckles.
It’s been three weeks and you show no sign of waking up. “I’m going to Bobby’s to fix up baby. Call me if something happens.” Dean says standing up, and as he grabs the keys. The car that is currently in use is one of the spare cars from the garage of the bunker.
“You know I will.” Sam answers as Dean leaves. He then sighs and moves your hair out of your face. “Guess it’s just me and you kiddo.” As expected you don’t make any form of response.
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You were back where you started again. You sit on the ground and start to cry- you just want to go home but you can’t. Someone places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Don’t cry cupcake; if you cry you’re going to make me cry.” Someone says. You look up and see a person with golden eyes and golden hair standing over you. His presence is comforting and for some reason he reminds you of Cas.
“Who are you?” You sniffle as the golden haired man sits down next to you.
“I’m a friend, and I want to help you.” The man then pulls out a lollipop out of nowhere. Before he unwraps it he offers it to you. “Want a piece?”
“Sammy says I shouldn’t take candy from strangers.” You softly answer. The man chuckles.
“I don’t blame the moose for that one- but I assure you, I’m not a stranger. I’m Gabriel, or Gabe if you prefer…” The golden eyed archangel notices how you still don’t trust him. So he decides to change tactics. “Your brothers and Cas sent me. They’re worried about you.” You wipe your runny nose with the back of your hand.
“I miss them and I wanna go home.” You look at Gabriel with watery eyes.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll get you home, I promise.”
“Pinkie promise?” You ask holding up your small pinkie. The golden eyed angel smiles as he wraps his pinkie around yours.
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I turn on Y/N’s favorite Disney movie, praying for a miracle. Another reason why I turn on the movie is to get the song You Are My Sunshine out of my head. I look at the screen and smile to myself. The part that is playing is one of my sister’s all time favorite parts. “I can’t quote your favorite part of (favorite Disney movie) by myself Princess.” I say. The only response I get from Y/N is the beeping of her heart monitor.
Hours go by, different nurses stop by just doing their rounds. Good news is, is that Y/N’s condition is slowly improving, but she’s still in a coma. What I wouldn’t give to hear Y/N’s laugh, or see her beautiful (eye color) eyes right now. I gently squeeze my little sister’s hand. It’s extremely soft- insomuch I nearly miss it, but Y/N just squeezed my hand in return. I fish my phone out of my pocket and call my brother. “What’s happening Sammy?” Dean asks when he picks up.
“Y/N just squeezed my hand.” I reply.
“She squeezed your hand?”
“It was an incredibly soft squeeze, I mean it was so soft in I nearly missed it.”
“A squeeze is a squeeze…hey Sammy I need to go. Mind keeping me posted?”
“Of course. Talk to you later.”
“Later.” With that Dean hangs up. That was one of the quickest conversations that I’ve had with my brother- I’m also confused on what he meant by having to go. He more then likely wanted to get back to fixing his car or he had to use the restroom, it’s one of those two. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝
Gabe has kept his promise on helping you get home, but there hasn’t been any luck on actually getting you back to your brothers. “I’m never getting home.” You sniffle.
“Come on don’t talk like that. It might take a little bit but you’ll get home.” Gabe replies. “We’ll try again later, okay Cookie?” You simply nod in response.
“Why do you keep calling me food?” You randomly ask, you also tilt your head slightly in confusion. Causing Gabe to softly chuckle to himself.
“I’m not exactly calling you food- I’m calling you sugary snacks.” Your friend says as he pops a lollipop in his mouth. “Besides it wouldn’t be fair if I left you out of the mix- I call your brothers all sorts of nicknames.” You let out a small giggle in response. Your friend then offers you a lollipop and this time you accept the candy mainly because you know Gabriel would never hurt you. He’s almost as protective of you as your brothers and Cas.
After awhile Gabe asks if you’re ready to try again to get you home. Surprisingly you shake your head. “Thought you wanted to go home though.” Gabe comments right when you yawn and rub your eyes. “Oh…” you fall asleep against him. Gabe doesn’t let you sleep long though, and he gave you no explanation why he didn’t want you to sleep at the moment.
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Normally Dean and I switch off with who stays with Y/N at the hospital- but I haven’t seen my brother since this morning. So I have a feeling that’s not going to be happening tonight. Cas pops by with an angel I thought was dead. “I thought you were dead Gabe.” I comment.
“That wasn’t really my thing.” The archangel replies as he places two fingers on my little sister’s forehead using his grace to heal her. He mutters a few things under his breath. When he removes his fingers he smiles. “She’ll be okay and waking up soon.”
“Thank you Gabe.”
“You’re welcome- besides I like Y/N.” With that the archangel pops off. Leaving me to wonder about what he meant by that.
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-no one POV-
When you open your eyes, Sam doesn’t hesitate to call a nurse. About half an hour later you’re moved from ICU to a regular hospital room. “Sammy where’s De?” Little Y/N asks her (eye color) eyes have a bit of worry and fear in them.
“Want to talk to him?” Sam replies pulling out his phone. You nod as Sam dials his brother’s number.
“Hey Sammy, any changes?” Dean asks when he answers the phone.
“Yeah, Buggy’s going to be okay.” Sam answers looking at you, you smile a little bit in reply. “Also someone wants to talk to you.”
“Oh really who?”
“If I told you it would ruin the surprise.” Sam says before passing you the phone “Say hello.” Your brother gently encourages.
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I start to think that Sam hung up on me… but suddenly there I hear a voice on the other line that I haven’t heard in weeks. “Hello?” The person on the other end is my baby sister.
“Hey Baby bug.” I answer standing up and walking away from baby. I’m also trying not to cry at the moment.
“De!” She happily squeaks. I chuckle to myself.
“Whatcha doing kiddo?”
“Sammy put in a movie for me.”
“Did he now, what one is it?”
“(Favorite Disney movie.)” A smile forms on my face.
“Did I miss your favorite part?”
“That’s okay… hey Buggy could you do me a favor, and give the phone back to Sammy?”
“Otay… love you De.”
“Love you too (Nickname).”
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-No one’s POV-
Once Y/N is released from the hospital she gets all sorts of confused when she doesn’t see the impala. “That not De’s car.” You say.
“Don’t remind me.” Dean replies, as he climbs into the driver’s seat leaving Sam to help you with your car seat. Before San can sit in the passenger seat you give him the puppy dog eyes asking him to sit in the back with you. You would’ve done it to Dean but he was in the driver’s seat before you could even ask him.
“Not today squirt… besides, you’ve got Cas to keep you company.” Sam says when he’s done buckling you in and when he sees the trenchcoat wearing angel sitting next to you.
On the way back to the bunker you fall asleep against Cas- car rides always puts you to sleep. The angel becomes confused on why he is suddenly being used as a pillow. “Is this normal?” Cas asks gesturing towards you.
“Nine times out of ten yes- but mind keeping an eye on her? Rather not take her back to the hospital because she fell back into a coma.” Sam answers.
“She’s just asleep.” Cas replies as he removes his fingers from your forehead. “She’ll be fine.”
For the first few weeks of you being back home at the bunker, your brothers take turns of keeping an eye on you throughout the night- just to be sure you don’t fall back into a coma.
You’ve given both of your brothers a fair share of heart attacks- mainly because when you get nightmares you always go to one of your brother’s rooms… and you never really go to the brother who is keeping an eye on you that night.
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It’s Dean’s turn to keep an eye on you- and the hinges on his door softly squeak open waking him up slightly. He tiredly reaches for the gun under his pillow before turning to see who opened the door- it’s just you and your stuffed animal friend. “Why are you still awake kiddo?” Dean asks with a yawn.
“Scary dream.” You reply softly, you then say you stayed with Sam the last time you had a nightmare. Dean disguises a chuckle as a yawn, before making room for you. You then crawl under the covers and snuggle next to your brother absorbing his warmth.
“Night munchkin.” Dean says as he kisses the crown of your head- yeah you’re going to be just fine. Baby on the other hand isn’t going to be roadworthy any time soon… much to Dean’s annoyance. Even though he’ll never admit it, he would rather have his baby destroyed, but his family is alive; than the the other way around… a car can always be rebuilt; however the pain of losing someone that you love is like a wound that never wants to close… a wound that always finds away how to open after one is positive that it’s healed.
So... May I humbly request of you a scenario where everyone in the Elgang is attempting to steal a kiss from Erblu and both Arme and Apos realize this and try to intervene with everyone's attempts while Erblu remains oblivious (not. He's having fun watching this all happen.) To it all. Thank you.
The bet was simple - manage to get a kiss from Erblu, a proper kiss on the lips, before the rest of the Elgang. Winner got two ED and bragging rights. Losers had to clean the winners’ weapons for a week.
Nobody wanted to clean anyone’s weapons but their own. The hunt was on, to the great annoyance of Arme and Apos. They couldn’t let their fellow Celestial be kissed without a fight, after all.
Ara, surprisingly, was the first to try - making sure Erblu was in place at the bottom of the stairs, then tripping down the last few steps. She would have succeeded in landing with her mouth on his, but Arme smoothly stepped in and caught Ara, scolded her for being so clumsy, and set her upright to Erblu’s soft laughter. Ara slunk off.
The next was Aisha. She got Erblu alone in the kitchen, glanced around, and cast a small spell that was designed to make Erblu feel unduly attracted to her for a few seconds. She didn’t count on Apostasia reaching out from the void and corrupting the spell, making it backfire, and causing Erblu to chase her around with a frying pan for a few minutes.
Shenanigans continued. Elesis concocted an elaborate plan with Rena, involving squirrels, glitter, and Raven’s underwear. Raven and Ciel awkwardly hung around the edges of the competition with Chung, unsure what to do. Eve took notes on how dumb everyone could be in a competition over nothing.
Elsword, finally, asked outright for a kiss. Arme and Apostasia were both so stunned that they couldn’t stop Erblu from smiling, leaning down, and gently kissing Elsword on the lips.