#and also fruit :] FRUIT SWEEP

[invinciblerodent]

oh sometimes i'm overcome with the realization of just how sentimental a bitch i am

like i really am straight up just playing make-believe with these characters like they're digital barbies

okay so in Iona's inventory, i've had this necklace

since very early in act 1.

it was in Aradin's chest at the Grove, and it was the first thing "we" managed to get with the "I distract them with conversation/busking and you steal everything that isn't nailed down" act/trick I had thought up for her and Astarion. I thought it'd be kinda cute for him to, at the end of this test run, present it with a ~theatrical flourish~ once just out of earshot of its original owner, and for her to ~graciously allow~ him to drape it around her neck, as a hamfisted and silly act of mock-courtship they both know is false. (it was kind of a... "we both know what this is all about and where it's headed, but wouldn't it be fun to play make-believe and pretend it's something entirely different" type of thing.)

I thought it'd be cute, if a touch bittersweet for her to keep it, just slotted away in her little "sentimental items" pouch, like.... next to the dog toy, her old wedding band, and the other useless junk she couldn't bring herself to throw away or sell.

and then today, i found this as I was selling stuff in the Glittering Gala.

it's the same design. and i like to describe Iona's eyes as "amber" when I write about them (they're kind of a reddish/yellowish, pretty medium brown). and she looks much better in golds and reds than she does in blues and silvers.

so. um.

guess who got this bloody thing "sneaked" into her inventory at the long rest.

if you think i won't 1.) exit a trading screen abruptly, 2.) switch controlled characters, 4.) buy a silly and utterly useless junk item AS that character (thought about just picking her pocket but.... we have 35k gold. why would i.), and 4.) keep it in that character's inventory until it "seems like" the PC isn't "paying attention", and then 5.) drop it into their inventory "unnoticed", all for LITERALLY NO GOOD REASON other than just to act out a silly little gesture and support the little fanfic in my head, well.

you'd be very wrong.

((and i was grinning and giggling downright embarrassingly the whole time too))

[artigas]

one of the best things about adulthood is that if you want to cap a very stressful and anxious week with, say, two little star tattoos, you can just do that!! as a treat!! ✨

[woundworship]

bro life is actually so good im watching desperate housewives again i didnt skip a single class this week im almost 30 books into the 100 im reading this year the only thing left for me to do in my second ophelia blouse is add the picot edge at the hem i ate a shitton of food today like .... What do you want me to say. it literally is so good

[pixie-felix]

a/n: this fic has nothing to do with food.

why yes I did make these GIFs especially for this fic thank you for noticing

Something to read while we're waiting for the results of the no thoughts/hard thoughts poll. If you want a soundtrack, Hey Daddy (Daddy's Home) by Usher fits pretty well (no daddy kink in the fic though).

word count: 1.4k

Smut under the cut, minors dni.

comfort eating.

You’d been staring at this damn code for so long you might’ve burned it into your eyeballs. Somewhere, in the distance, you’re vaguely aware of the apartment door opening and closing, and someone calling out that they're home.

But by now you’re so obsessed with trying to find whatever formatting fuck up you made, that even the metallic jingle of keys falling into the “let’s-not-lose-this-shit” bowl doesn’t bring you back into the real world.

It’s not until your laptop physically moves out of your hands that you realise. Chan is home.

Sitting on his heels in front of you, he gently picks the computer up off your lap, his expression a mixture of concern and understanding. One workaholic recognises another.

“Is everything backed up?” He too knows the pain of a well meaning friend trying to help by tidying up, and accidentally erasing hours of hard work.

“Cloud and hard drive. And external hard drive. Possibly tattooed on my retinas also." He nods and carefully sets it on the side table, snorting quietly when you get to the part about your eyeballs. The little crease between his brows remains though.

“You told me you were going to take today off…”

You'd only meant to do a few lines of code, just to check for errors and maybe add a function or two. And yet here you are, sitting in the exact same spot from this morning, neck and shoulders aching from being hunched over your laptop for…

7 hours.

Chan rests his chin on your knees, head tilted to the side as he looks up at you like a lost puppy.

“Baby…”

No. Wait. Puppies don't sound like that. Or look at you like that. Or rub soothing, promising circles with their thumbs on the bare skin of your calves.

You're suddenly very aware still in your pajamas. If you can call it that. Really it's just one of Chan's old t-shirts, the fabric worn soft, always smelling like him even though you slept in it- and not much else.

Yeah, Chan's definitely not giving you puppy eyes.

The wolf is here tonight.

And he wants to play. You can tell from the subtle smirk that quirks the corner of his mouth when you audibly swallow.

“How… how was work?”

“Long. Busy. Tiring.” He punctuates his sentences with slow kisses on your knees, the closed mouth kind that still manage to feel anything but chaste. “Jisung dyed his hair blue. Felix's is no longer blond. Hyunjin cut all his hair off. Someone said something about a kiwi fruit and now the stylists are all freaking out.”

His tone is light, almost absent minded, but his touch has progressed from soothing circles to something a little firmer, a little more… demanding. And as his hands slowly creep up your legs, you're fairly certain you know what he wants.

“Chan…”

“Yes, baby?” His lips stretch into something that could almost pass for an innocent smile, if it wasn't for the fact his fingers have worked their way up to the hem of his t-shirt, slowly teasing the fabric further up your legs.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Well…” his fingers sweep under the fabric, inching closer and closer to where arousal is bubbling in your belly, still carefully punctuating his words with kisses on your skin, “I figured, since we're both so... stressed…” his fingers finally brush against your panties and you shiver. “I could help you relax a little.”

“Wh-what a-about you?”

He’s tracing, teasing along the edges of your underwear, watching you bite your lip to keep your cool. He likes it when you try to stay quiet. It makes it so much more satisfying when you start crying his name like it's the only word you know.

And then the bastard licks up your thigh, tugging your panties down and saying the magic words:

“I thought I'd indulge in a little comfort eating.”

You didn't make it to the bedroom. You barely made it off the sofa. Instead, Chan just yanked you forward, laid back on the rug, and now you're riding his face in the middle of the living room. Making the kinds of noises you thought only existed in hardcore porn.

His arms are locked around your legs, holding you in place as he grinds you up and down on his tongue. Your hands are twisted into his hair, partly for balance, partly as an anchor… but mostly because when you tug on it Chan moans into your cunt and that feels so good.

He's already tongued you through one orgasm, licking you out like you are his favourite candy. He's so drunk on your pussy that he's murmuring the kind of filth that would usually make him blush -m’ baby tastes so GOOD, w’nna drown in thi’s pussy- though his words are almost completely obscured by the wet, sloppy sounds of him giving you the messiest head you've had in months.

It is amazing, and it's incredible, and Chan is clearly having the time of his life as another orgasm coils in your belly, ready to spring. But he's playing games with you now, teasing you with the gentlest flicks of his tongue, keeping that high juuuust out of reach.

Really, it's his fault that you can't help but yank his hair a little harder, grind down on his face harder, and then you're out of control, jerking your hips back and forth on his face until it hits.

And oh boy how it hits, gushing all over Chan's face, ripping all your dignity away as you buck your hips into his tongue, chasing the high rushing through you from your head to your toes.

You don't always squirt, but Chan loves it when you do.

His moans almost drown out yours, so loud he's practically shouting, definitely disturbing the neighbours with the string of enthusiastic cuss words and filth pouring off his tongue (that's right baby, cum on my face, fucking drown me in your cunt, jesus fucking christ-)

It takes you a minute to come back to yourself, Chan still desperately eating you out, working his tongue all over you like he's trying to lick you clean.

But the more he uses his tongue the wetter you get, the more your hips shake, and the closer you are to another orgasm.

One you're not sure you can handle.

You try to lift up a little, give him space to breathe, and your man straight up growls at you, yanking you back down on his face and sucking on you harsh enough to make you yelp. Reminding you who is in charge, he grazes your clit with just the gentlest scrape of his teeth...

And that orgasm you weren't ready for? Hits you like a railway train. You're aching and overstimulated and absolutely powerless to do anything other than thrash around and cry as Chan keeps sucking on your goddamned clit like the devil himself couldn't stop him.

You might've blacked out for a second. Or three.

It's only when you finally come to a gasping, shuddering stop that Chan finally gives you the two gentle taps on your ass that mean you can get off his face now (safewords aren't really an option when your mouth is full).

Except you're so worn out from relentless overstimulation that it's less of a dismount and more just you collapsing in a graceless heap, legs shaking and thighs aching from being held apart for so long.

Boneless and pliant, it's no effort at all for Chan to scoop you up into his arms and carry you princess style to your shared bedroom. You're barely awake as he tucks you into bed and crawls in beside you, nuzzling your hair as you curl up into his chest.

You've almost asleep when a Very Important Thought occurs

“Channie…”

“Yeah baby?”

“You didn't get to cum. Don't you need to cum? Y’wanna blowjob or sumthin’?”

Chan huffs a quiet laugh into your hair. You're so cute when your words are all sleep slurred.

“I already got what I wanted.”

You’re mumbling something about not playin' fair and don't w’nna be selfish, but you're practically unconscious anyway so he just kisses the top of your head and pulls you closer into his chest.

“You can make it up to me in the morning, if it bothers you so much.”

*It turns out that you will in fact, not be making it up to Chan in the morning. Because when he finds all the carpet burn on your knees, he has a minor breakdown and refuses to let you do anything all day.

Urgh, I feel like this is way, way too short, too rushed, and just generally had the potential to be so much better 😂😭 But I wanted to get it it out of my drafts before it gets lost in the poll fics. I wrote this on my phone, so it's probably riddled with spelling and formatting errors 😂 please forgive me. It's hard to write when the house is full and privacy is limited. Just 3 more days until the No Thoughts/Hard Thoughts closes 👀 thank you to everyone that's voted or shown interest, I hope my writing doesn't let you down.

p.s. I was gonna start this fic with the following GIF but not everyone wants a giggle with their word🍤 so that wouldn't have been very cash money of me.

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[clairewritesfanfics]

Inside an Otoge: Mister Dragon, Let Me Love You Chapter 2

Pairing: Dragon!Sylus x Non-MC!Reader

CHAPTER 1 | Series Masterlist <<read the synopsis and trigger warnings first>>

A/N: Just a disclaimer, I currently know very little of the world lore for Sylus’ myth, just the bare bones of it. I’m waiting for his cards to rerun to read everything for myself so forgive me for any canon divergence. Sylus may also seem OOC.

“You keep staring at me.” Sylus sighs and pauses from rummaging through the paper bag. “Is the sight really that amusing?”

You are on your knees, elbows on a nearby treasure chest as your knuckles cradle your cheeks. To others who have not lived a loveless life, your face is the picture of adoration, but the dragon who knew only hatred and disgust could not recognize the expression you wear as you observe him.

You glance at his giant talons holding a can of iced mocha and hum.

Five cans of coffee from different brands, random sweets, a bag of potato chips, and one sad fruit cup to hold up the illusion of health were meant to be your dinner that fateful night. You had overtime and didn’t want anything that required more than one hand to eat. 

That paper bag from the convenience store along with your work bag were the only things you had when you were dragged into this world. 

“You look adorable,” you say.

“That’s the first time anyone has used that word to describe me.”

“Then everyone before me was blind or stupid or both.” 

He ignores you and shakes the coffee can. “I can feel something liquid moving inside. I’ve never seen these characters before.”

“That’s because me and that can are not from here. It’s a type of coffee, er, I don’t know if that exists here… it’s a naturally bitter beverage that’s made from a type of bean. That recipe makes it sweeter though.” You get up and approach him. You reach for the can but he pulls it away, looking confused and defensive, like a child who does not want to share his favorite toy. 

You giggle. Maybe he likes that the container is shiny. “I’m not going to take it away from you, I’m going to open it so you can have a taste.” 

He reluctantly parts with it and you show him how to pull the tab open. 

“Here, take a sip.”

He takes a sniff of the coffee, nose scrunching before he glares at you.

“It’s not a trick. I bought those for me, you think I’d drink poison?”

Relenting, he finally takes a sip, brows furrowed. Then he takes another sip, then another, and then he gulps down everything with his tail sweeping excitedly against the floor, pleased. “This taste is… new to me.”

“It’s bad to drink it all in one go, you could get a bad case of the tummy ache.”

“I’m not some impatient child,” he huffs, childishly. 

“Whatever you say.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“You’re imagining things.”

He growls, no, purrs like a dissatisfied kitten before turning his attention back to the contents of the paper bag which now lay scattered about on the ground. He looks calm but with the way his tail keeps wagging, you know he wants to try more.

“I’m sorry for laughing. You can try some more.” You pick up several snacks and hold them out to him. 

He remains unmoving, but his eyes could only barely hide their desire to eat. 

You wonder what the problem is. Suddenly, it comes to you that he is likely feeling shy, almost reserved, not wanting to take more of your food. Pfft. It is truly a wonder how anybody could hate such a cute creature.

You clear your throat and pick out a snack yourself. You tear open the box and aluminum then pull out a single stick of the chocolate-covered biscuit. “This is called Pocky. There’s an interesting game for it, too. Two people compete to see who finishes it first.” 

“Compete how? It’s way too small to even share–” His tail stops moving when you put one end of the biscuit in your mouth and then point at the other end.

His expression of bewilderment morphs into a teasing smirk. “So this was your goal. If you wanted to kiss me, you should’ve just been honest from the start.” He leans over to you. Those soft lips barely graze the stick before you inhale the whole thing in one go.

You swallow and say, “You lost.” 

“...”

“...”

He pulls out another biscuit and puts it in his mouth, then turns to you. You bite down on your end and steal the whole thing away before he has the chance to breathe.

You cover your mouth as you chew. “Lost again.” 

He gets another stick and you steal that too. And then the other one, and then the other one, and so on. Soon, the box is empty and Sylus’ tail thumps furiously.

You swallow the last of your spoils. “And here I thought dragons were apex predators.” You didn’t expect to win so many times. Although considering how short your breaks at work were, eating quickly comes as easily as breathing to you.

“You cheated.”

“Don’t be a sore loser. Isn’t your kind supposed to be the epitome of grace and dignity?”

“...”

“Don’t pout. You can have the rest of my food and drinks.” You nudge the remainder of your “dinner” towards him. 

“...”

“Don’t tell me you’re actually mad?”

He silently traces the rim of a coffee can. Eyes downturned, he asks, “I can’t tell whether it’s bravery or foolishness. Most humans want to kill me, but you talk and act as if you do not even see me as a threat.”

“That’s because I don’t.” 

“And yet you’re weak.”

“Well, yes. In fact, if you were to throw me away right now, I have no doubt that I would die in the wilderness within a day.”

“How…”

“Hm?”

“How are you so bold?”

Bravery or foolishness. If you have to think about it, it is neither. The truest answer is this: apathy. You stopped being alive years ago. You were empty until Sylus breathed life into you. You adore Love and Deepspace but to be honest, even when you had the game version of your darling, it was merely a distraction. If you were to get hit by a truck before finishing the story, you would have been okay with it. Even now, as you kneel before the authentic thing, should your favorite kill you, then you would be fine. 

A walking corpse is still just a corpse, after all.  

You give Sylus a soft smile. “I don’t think I’m being bold, though.”

“You confuse me.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You offer him the cappuccino. 

“Do you really have no place else to go?”

You shrug. If he were to somehow kick you out of this prison, there is no doubt that you will end up dead in a matter of days. But you don’t want to manipulate him with guilt. Whatever choice he makes, you would accept. “I was just joking earlier, I’m tougher than I look. I’ll survive.” You grin, hoping it would be good enough to convince him.

He touches the can but doesn’t hold it. His hand is so large that the tips of his claws poke your nails. Connected with each other, he looks at you and says, “...If it's all right with you, just stay with me.”  

How could you refuse?

Part 3: here Masterlist: here

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[luveline]

also if you’re still taking requests for some established relationship criminal minds fics…

could i possibly get spencer and his bombshell when she’s having issues with not getting as hungry as she usually does? like she eats her fill but her fill is less food than she normally eats? this is very self indulgent so feel free to skip 🙏

thank you for requesting <3 bombshell, fem

“Spencer, lovely?” 

Spencer believes that only occasionally do you use your powers of seduction against him. This stringing of words, Spencer, his name, rolling off of your tongue, and lovely, so quaint and said so nicely, how you’ve called out, that’s unintentional. That’s pure niceness. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, getting up to find you. 

The point of you staying at Spencer’s apartment is to see you, why isn’t he seeing you? (Dramatic. He invites you to spend time here because you want to and he wants you, and whatever you do while you’re here is fine by him.) 

You’re in the kitchen peeling fruits. A whole fruit salad, green and red apples cut in small slices like prep for an apple-sugar crumble, peeled tangerine, strawberries, pear, grapes. “Nothing is wrong,” you sing-song. “Wait, why do you think that?” 

“No reason.” He sweeps as much of your mountain of peels and off cuts into his hand as he can and carries it to his mini compost bin. This’ll take some time. “You did call me, though?” 

“Yeah, I want your opinion.” You slice through another strawberry.

Spencer cleans the last of the peels away, rinses his hands, and creeps up on you. “Why are you drawing this out? Is it an important question? Don’t be nervous,” he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind. Your shoulder is soft where he presses his nose. 

“It’s not important, I just wanna know if you think it’s okay to melt some chocolate and drizzle it over the fruit. Is that greedy? Am I gonna go into a sugar overload?” 

“That’s not greedy.” Spencer laughs softly, kissing your cheek. 

You pull away from him, but only to look at him with your own smile. It’s one he’s starting to know rather well, the I love you smile, fond and indulgent at once. It makes you look like you’re gonna pinch his cheeks. 

“You’re hungry, right?” you ask. 

“Yeah, I am.” It’s a lot of fruit. Spencer doesn’t know exactly why he says it at that very moment, but he suggests, “How about we make a little pot for fondue instead. That way if we don’t eat it all now we can put the fruit back in the fridge.” 

“You just want me to feed you,” you tease. 

Spencer hadn’t thought about it, but the image is a pleasant one. “Fondue was invented purely for dessert purposes at first, no seduction involved.” 

“Let’s involve it anyway.” 

He grins. “Before or after we eat?” he asks lightly. 

You tell him before in a way that reminds him that you aren’t just his best friend but his twin flame, drawing him close to you, your hands fragrant with orange rind and the sweet strawberry juice staining your fingertips. You take his face into your hands as he holds your waist, and when you kiss him, he smiles the entire time. 

“It wasn’t just chocolate,” he says, pulling away. “It was cream and cherry liquor, too.” 

“We should try it one day.” 

Spencer resists the urge to grab your face and squeeze your cheeks. “Yeah, we will.” 

He melts some chocolate and heats a small round dish in the oven. He pours the chocolate into the dish and you, impressed, sing his praises as you make some lemonade slush in the blender. It’s a fresh, cold snack for a warmer day. You take it in the living room with the window wide open and the drapes drawn back, sunshine at your feet. 

Spencer pulls you into his lap as much as you’ll allow him on the couch, the coffee table dragged to be in front of you, the TV remote held hostage under your arm. You dip a slice of apple into chocolate and offer it to him.

Spencer accepts it. He finds, as the bowl empties, the chocolate cools, that you don’t seem to eat very much. He slows his grazing in case he’s being greedy, but after what could only be a handful of fruit you’re done, curling into his side and hugging his leg. Your attention is on the TV but your legs wiggle restlessly.

“Is something on your mind?” he asks. 

“I don’t feel very hungry.” 

“That’s okay. It was a lot of fruit, angel, we can wrap it up.” 

“I feel like my appetite is awful lately,” you lament, sitting up to tip back across his lap, your shoulders to his thighs, looking up at him with a frown. “Do I look like I’ve lost weight to you?” 

Spencer holds your cheek. “I haven’t noticed anything, are you worried?” he asks, rubbing the softest part of your cheek with his thumb. 

“I guess it’s not a bad thing?” You wince. 

“It’s not a bad thing if you don’t feel hungry, but you need to eat. Maybe we can just switch to some dense food for a while. Protein bars and nuts, stuff like that.” Spencer leans down to tap your noses together. You laugh under your breath. “Do you want to lose weight?” he asks, frowning. 

“Not really. I’d prefer not to.” 

“Okay, good. You’re perfect like this,” he says. “We can just make sure you get your intake through whatever means necessary until we figure out what’s changed. Maybe you’re just changing. We can start having smaller meals throughout the day. It’s better for digestion.” 

You reach for a curl, twisting it around your fingers. “I have an appetite for you, at least.” 

“That’s corny,” he says. 

“You love it, though.” 

Spencer pushes the ‘diminishing appetite’ search results from his head. He can worry later, when you’ve been well and thoroughly kissed. 

[quarterlifekitty]

on the fantasy aus.. witch!reader who bakes her spells into pastries and stirs them into drinks at her little cafe and perchance any one of the 141 boys being a frequent customer? big ol knight who needs a little pick me up sometimes?

You’re getting all of them because sometimes I look at these asks and otome games flash in my mind

Gaz, to be quite honest, is mostly here for the pastries and tea. The magic stuff is just a bonus. As a result, the charms he gets are very simple, mostly cosmetic stuff. Clearing under eye bags, whitening teeth, stuff like that. His relentless flirting does not get him free hand pies, much to his dismay.

Soap is on that painkiller pastry grindset. He has various chronic pains that you have spells to soothe in the form of blueberry and cheese danishes. And he probably gets a horrifically sweet drink with whatever the magic equivalent of adderall is. He dabbles in apothecary himself, so he likes to flirt by talking shop with you about potions and reagents.

Ghost comes in like clockwork. Right before closing every day that you’re open. Gets a sleepy time tea and whatever pastry has got the dreamcatcher spell in it. Always overpays and refuses to take any change. Every time he casually reminds you that the offer for marriage is still open, but you’re not yet entirely convinced it’s not just a ploy to have a limitless supply of your tea.

Price is not here for the pastry or the magic— he’s here to wife you the fuck up, to be honest. He sees that you’re hardworking and talented as well as stunning. In addition, he thinks you should come work in the palace to provide your services to the royal guard, rather than running this tiny shop on a side street in town. So he’s trying to sweep you up on two fronts.

König gets the same kind of spells as most knights— treats to soothe various pains and accelerate healing, drinks that encourage pleasant dreams. His most frequent orders are for fruit tarts that increase luck and fortune— sometimes he gets the ones for coming battles, but mostly he gets the ones that are meant to bring luck in matters of the heart. He’s desperately hoping you’ll get the hint soon.

Nik travels vast distances often, and is one of your primary suppliers for ingredients. He’s guilty of regularly offering steep discounts in exchange for kisses (you’ve limited it to just the cheek). He also likes to remind you that you wouldn’t have to compensate him at all if this were more of a family business between you two, yes?

[milkbobatyun]

moments of love

pairing: jingyuan x fem!reader

genre: fluff

summary: rumours spark to life when the most eligible bachelor of the xianzhou returns with a little boy in his arms, throwing your life in a completely new direction and unveiling hidden feelings.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: first work from a request, releasing it a lot earlier than what i planned bc this idea is simply too good ! to the anonnie who requested, i hope this is somewhat similar to what you were hoping for !! ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

it was a well-known fact that jingyuan was one of, if not, the most eligible bachelor of the xianzhou. 

young ladies gossiped and flocked to gawk at the sight of jingyuan patrolling the streets in his uniform, while aunties tried to set up their daughters, and sometimes even their sons, whenever jingyuan or one of his subordinates ran errands at their store.

rumours often surfaced upon the streets of the xianzhou, whenever jingyuan is spotted talking to a young lady or makes a brief interaction with a youthful shopkeeper. unfortunately for the locals, these rumours are stamped out before they can bloom into ludicrous gossip. curiously, the only rumour that hasn’t been quashed the moment it emerged is the one about jingyuan and his secretary.

naturally, jingyuan’s return from a hard-fought battle, with a child and in his arms, no less, sends shock waves through the tight-knit planet. within an hour of his arrival back, the news had spread like wildfire.

“so that’s why he often goes missing for days on end.”

“it must be tough for him, poor general.”

“haiyah, i knew i should’ve pushed my daughter to talk to him earlier.”

unfortunately for you, as his trusty secretary and long-time friend, not only does the burden of curbing these rumors fell on your shoulders, sweeping you off your feet and burying you in paperwork, but jingyuan also finds the need to interrupt your weekends and breaks with worried text messages and phone calls, summoning you to his house as help in caring for yanqing. at least he has the decency to butter up his ‘beloved’, ‘treasured’ and ‘ever-so-capable’ friend and secretary before making his request.

thus, since the arrival of the small blonde boy, yanqing, whose face and body was littered with cuts, you have become a temporary resident of the General’s abode. unbeknownst to you, the mansion’s owner secretly hopes that you will be a permanent resident.

you play the part of many roles in the household: secretary, occasional cook and baker, medic and caretaker of yanqing. 

anxiety and stress bubbles in your chest when you watch the general spar with his little aide, their swords singing against each other and glinting in the sunlight. yanqing was a capable young lad, you knew that, but a small part of you couldn’t help but worry for him, the memory of his watery eyes and sad pout when you treated his injuries surfacing to mind.

with a gentle clink, you place the bowl of freshly cut fruit upon the mahogany table, set under the grand tree of the courtyard. suddenly the clanging of blades cease, as both adult and child alike race towards the refreshments.

jingyuan reaches for the largest piece of fruit in the bowl, but his hand is promptly smacked away by yours as you send him a sharp glare.

“you’re an adult,” you scold, teasing ringing clear in your voice, “yanqing needs to grow up, he needs the fruit more than you.”

flashing a gleeful grin at jingyuan, yanqing gladly accepts the toothpick you offer him, the fruit skewered on top. taking a triumphant bite out of the crispy fruit, yanqing dramatically savours the fruit.

“as always, this fruit is delicious!” yanqing sighs delightedly, sticking a teasing tongue out at jingyuan.

jingyuan sighs, “i can’t believe yanqing has stolen your affections in such a short time.” he complains, his eyes shining with mirth and something more raw and soft, a look that you can’t exactly put your finger on.

the sunlight filtering through the leaves makes your skin glows, jingyuan notices, your smile more gentle and cheerful as you converse with yanqing.

the warm breeze of summer cools, golden brown leaves fluttering in the winds, until the silent arrival of snow at night buries the xianzhou into a winter wonderland.

as the temperatures plummet, you begin nagging and bundling yanqing in more clothing. every time, yanqing protests that jingyuan doesn’t wear as many layers as he does, resulting in the both of them being scolded and an extra jacket bundled into jingyuan’s arms.

absentmindedly, you adjust yanqing’s scarf before reaching up and brushing stray hairs from jingyuan’s face. with your beautiful face mere centimeters from his, jingyuan can feel his ears warming when your soft breath fans across his skin.

thankfully for him, yanqing only points out the general’s tomato red ears when they have stepped out the mansion, allowing jingyuan to smoothly pin the redness on the chill of winter.

maybe that snowball fight, sans the knowledge of boss lady—yanqing’s nickname for you, under the ‘terrible’ influence of jingyuan—was not a good idea, yanqing reflected, as he lay in bed, throat sore and nose sniffling.

frankly, he was about to either roast to death or be crushed under the weight of the blankets, as well as a teenage mimi comfortably loafing on his chest. she was a new and very much treasured addition to the family, but her weight really was something.

perhaps it was the stifling heat of the room, or perhaps it was the rather high fever he was running that clouded yanqing’s brain as he drifted in and out of consciousness. when he felt the brush of fingers against his forehead, he squinted open his eyes, finding concern and worry swimming in yours as you sat by his bedside, busy wringing out the now warm towel into a nearby basin.

“thank you āniáng,” yanqing murmured sleepily, brain too fuzzy with sickness to comprenhend what he just said.

a flash of surprise ran across your face before it was chased away from your eyes by the crinkle of a smile. warmth bloomed in your chest like the first flowers of spring.

this wasn’t the first time yanqing had called you ‘mother’. you remember that time when he was leaving with jingyuan for his first patrol only a few months since his arrival on the xianzhou. your stomach was tight with knots as you instructed yanqing to stay sharp and for jingyuan to protect yanqing well, even though you were well-aware of his own capabilities from watching him spar, blah blah blah.

then, yanqing was huffing and puffing that you were “nagging like an old lady”.

when you pressed for him to promise you that he would stay safe and glaring menacingly at jingyuan to make sure he kept his word of protecting the child——as you had called yanqing, the young swordsman only sighed and rolled his eyes with amusement and slight annoyance. “yes mā.” he drawled, heaving another long sigh.

“what are you smiling about?” jingyuan enquired curiously, striding into the dim room with a steaming, bitter bowl of medicine in his hands. “plotting your next punishment for me because i had a snowball fight with yanqing?”

“precisely,” you answered with a clipped tone, joy and teasing dancing in your eyes, a hint of malice in your kindly smile. “if it wasn’t for you, yanqing’s brain wouldn’t be so fried that his tongue slips and he calls me his āniáng.”

jingyuan merely raises a quirked eyebrow, a faint smile ghosting across his lips, hidden in the shadows thrown by the room. just as he is about to reply, or make a sharp, teasing remark, he is interrupted by a small, croaky voice.

“stop bickering like an old married couple and let me rest…” yanqing groans, throwing his arms over his eyes.

throwing a playful glare at jingyuan and a mock shushing motion against your lips, you reach for the bowl in jingyuan’s hands, fingers brushing against his and sending sparks flying up jingyuan’s skin.

resting his elbows against the back of your chair, jingyuan’s head hovers near your shoulder as he observes you, his longtime friend and love, caring so gently for his little aide. adoration, pride and warmth burned bright in jingyuan’s chest.

“have you ever,” jingyuan pondered aloud, humming thoughtfully in your ear, “imagined a life together?”

red burst like fireworks across your face and dyed your ears a pretty pink, like the pink that dusts the sky at sunset. maybe it was a thought that you could entertain, some time in the near future.

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World-Building Guide to Deserts

A desert is a vast biome that is known for its extreme temperature. Deserts can either run hot or cold and are usually difficult to inhabit. But deserts are harsh places but they are visually stunning and make for an impressive backdrop to any story.

What is it like in the Desert?

Like I said, deserts are hot or cold. The temperatures are extreme which limits the amount of vegetation which in turn limits the coverage one can get in a desert, leaving the area very exposed to the elements. Rainfall is limited, well below average which means only very durable vegetation and wildlife can survive. It is a harsh landscape but it has its own beauty. The desert can often be very quiet with the limited wildlife and people around.

Hot Deserts

Features of Hot Deserts

Sand Dunes: These are hills made of sand, shaped by the extreme winds.

Plateaus: These are flat areas, usually of rock that have very little vegetation or cover.

Salt Flats: Large areas of salt deposits

Playa Lakes: Temporary lakes that appear during heavy rainfall

Oases: Small areas within the desert that have fertile soil and flourish with vegetation due to a water source.

Canyons: Are deep valleys of rock formed from rivers long dried up or greatly reduced.

Sedimentary Layering: Striped rock that shows off the different layers of rock giving the desert a striped appearance.

Mesas: A mesa is flat elevation of steep sides.

Inselbergs: Isolated rock formations that jut up from the desert floor, formed out of soft rock.

Yardangs: Ridges of rock formed by wind erosion

Mushroom Rocks: Pillars of rock formed over time with bigger heads than their bases

Rocks Commonly Found in Hot Deserts

Quartz: Clear/white/pink and usually smoky or clouded. Quartz feels very smooth like glass and may look like crystal.

Sandstone: Tan/red/yellow/brown-ish in colour. Made of compacted sand, it feels very coarse.

Limestone: Grey/white. Rough to touch and often featuring fossils.

Gypsum: White/Clear/Pink/Grey. Soft with chalk-like texture.

Salt Crystals: White/Clear. Crystal-like.

Meteorites: Often found in deserts. Usually black/grey. Can be both rough or smooth to touch.

Common Plants in Deserts

Prickly Pear Cactus: Greed, waxy pad-like cacti with spins. They grow red/yellow fruit that are edible.

Mesquite Trees: Small twisting trees. The pods are edible.

Agave: A thick-leafed succulent, shaped like a rose full of nectar and water.

Oleander: A shrub with pink or white flowers. Not edible, poisonous.

Chia Seeds: Tiny seeds that are edible.

Date Palms: Tall with long sweeping fronds. The dates are edible.

Jojoba: A shrub that's seeds are edible.

Desert Mallow: Flowering plant of pink blossoms. The leaves and flowers are edible.

Peyote: Small round cactus. Do not eat.

Creosote Bush: A shrub with waxy leaves that can be eaten.

Common Wildlife in a Hot Desert

Snakes

Small rodents

Foxes

Raptors (the birds of prey not the fun kind)

Beetles

Scorpions

Locusts

Coyotes

Camels

Lizards

Tortoises

Surviving a Hot Desert

Shelter: It is imperative to stay out of the direct sun if possible to conserve energy.

Keep an eye out: In the shade, there are other creatures who want to get out of the sun. Venomous snakes, scorpions and other critters could be lying in wait so it is best to make sure your shelter isn't already occupied.

Travel: Moving when it is sunrise or sunset or night is best as it isn't as hot and you waste less energy.

Water: Limit water intake in case your character doesn't reach a water source soon. If there are cactus around, your character may find water within it.

Know your plants: Your character might feel the urge to eat any vegetation they come across if they are hungry and weary. There are edible plants in the desert but there are also poison ones. Your character shouldn't eat any strange plant without knowing what it is.

Getting help: Signalling using something reflective or creating a large symbol might signal for help from above.

Clothes: A character should remember that the desert is hot and dress accordingly. Light, loose clothing is best but the nights in a desert are extremely cold. If your character is modifying their clothes, make sure they remember this.

Cold Deserts

Features of Cold Deserts

Ice Sheets: Unbroken sheets of permanent ice.

Glaciers: Immense sheets of moving ice.

Permafrost: The ground that remains frozen all year round. It is barren and nothing can grow here.

Icebergs: Vast lumps of ice that break off from larger sheets of ice to float in the ocean (and kill Leonardo DiCaprio)

Rocky Outcrops: Exposed rock formations.

Crevasses: Deep cracks in ice sheets and glaciers, very dangerous.

Seracs: Ice formations created where multiple crevasses meet.

Erratics: Large rocks deposited by glaciers seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

Rocks Commonly found in Ice Deserts

Basalt: Grey/Black. Smooth.

Granite: Grey/Pink/White. Coarse to the touch.

Shale: Grey/Black. Smooth and brittle.

Gneiss: Striped with greys/pinks/white. Rough texture.

Schist: Silvery-green. Flaky and layered.

Till: Of many colours. Rough.

Common Vegetation found in Ice Deserts

Lichens: Crusty spots that grow on ice and rocks. Can be edible.

Mosses: Soft green plants that grow in the damp. Some kinds are ok to eat.

Arctic Willow: A shrub. Edible.

Saxifrages: Flowering plants growing in rocky areas. Some are edible.

Bearberry: A shrub. The berries are edible.

Grasses: Grow in tundra areas. Edible.

Wildlife Commonly Found in the Ice Desert

Bears

Foxes

Wolves

Deer

Elk

Walrus

Moose

Reindeer

Seals

Whales

Ice worms (the spice must flow....)

Rodents

Surviving in an Ice Desert

Clothing: Wearing layers is crucial. Base layer, insulation and a waterproof layer. Boots and gloves are a must. But you should dress to be sweating, it is a waste of energy. Stay dry always.

Shelter: You can find or build shelter, especially if the winds are high. If sleeping on the ground, use insulation.

Food/Water: Melting snow and ice is fine, eating snow is bad because it will lower your core temp. The best food to eat in this weather is high in fat to keep your body working to keep warm.

Keeping an eye out: Ice fields can break apart easily, crevasses are lethal.

Flag for help if lost: Flares or fires can attract help so always carry something to spark up a flame or two.

[dannitarot]

The Good Stuff For April *mini reading*🌸

What good stuff awaits you for April? Let’s find out..

Pile 1-> 2-> 3

Pile 1

You are coming out of a terrible situation. There could have been a fight or some huge issue that happened in the past. You guys are moving past that this month. Some of you could be moving out. I see you getting an apology from someone. There’ll be a reconciliation between you and a past person. This will happen when you least expect it. I see you guys will be busy with work and/ or school. You’ll be very focused on that. If you’ve been wanting to focus on professional or academic growth, you’ll be able to do so. I see you guys will be isolated but not in a sad way. You’ll feel super productive because you’re getting so much done. For some of you, this doesn’t have to be work/ school. This could be hobbies. I’m seeing reading for a lot of you. Some of you are writing a book. You could be doing a lot of research on your hobbies. I’m seeing gardening for example. If you’ve been feeling demotivated,things are changing for the better. Some of you need to keep up with/ check your emails esp if you’re applying for school or jobs.

Pile 2

You guys will be planting seeds and bearing fruit. This could be very literal. Some of you are into gardening. Your manifestations are coming in. Now for some of you, you could literally be getting pregnant or getting someone pregnant. I see you getting recognition for what you do for work. Your finances will be really good this month. Some of you could have been in a tough place financially. You won’t have to worry about finances because I see it being really good for you. I’m seeing that if you have an idea to put action to it because it will reap benefits for the long run. Some of you will be starting your own business. Others of you will be getting a raise or promotion, especially if you’ve been expecting one or you’ve been working at your job for some time. You’ll be receiving a gift or flowers. I see you getting yourself some new clothes.

Pile 3

You guys will have options in love. There will be one that stands out to you. This person feels like an ex. They don’t have to be, but this is someone you have a crush on so you know this person. You may get nervous around them. They’ll sweep you off your feet. This person will be very interested in the relationship. It will move very fast. There won’t be much of a talking stage. You’ll be in a relationship very fast. There could be an age gap. This person could also have a lot of money. This relationship could very well be long-term.

[honeytonedhottie]

getting it together⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🗒️

there are so many aspects in getting it together, and even the phrase "get it together" its super vague and not rly encapsulating of anything in particular so i hope this post helps give u a place to start when u feel like u need to get it together…💬🎀

REMEMBER ;

when u feel the need to get it together, ask urself questions. why do i feel the need to get it together? am i doing too much am i doing too little etc etc. that way u can better navigate and pinpoint the aspect in which u have to get it together.

DIET AND PHYSICAL ACTIVITY ;

♡ am i eating enough nutritious foods? - start incorporating fresh fruits and veggies and foods that nourish u into ur daily diet

♡ am i eating enough everyday? - meal prep so that u can be sure that ur eating enough food every day cuz ur body needs sustenance

♡ am i eating too much everyday? - if u catch urself binge eating and indulging in eating an unhealthy amount everyday, lay back on snacking and stick to eating three filling meals a day.

♡ am i moving my body everyday? - go on walks, do some yoga or some pilates. dont cultivate a lifestyle in which ur constantly sitting and not moving cuz thats not healthy.

EDUCATION -> CAREER GOALS ;

♡ am i completing my assignments and handing them in on time? - if ur not then ur just shooting urself in the foot. do all of ur assignments and hand them in. like now.

♡ am i still focused on my dream? - if not, what do u feel is stopping u from pursuing ur dream, or what is distracting u from what actually matters? identify it and drop it.

RELATIONSHIPS ;

♡ am i isolating myself subconsciously from my friends/family? - if the answer is yes, try and figure out why and communicate with ur friends and family.

♡ am i making an effort to speak to my friends and see them? - maintaining healthy relationships takes work on both ends. you need to show ur friends that u value them and care about ur friendship for it to work. this also goes for romantic relationships.

INNER WORK AND HEALING ;

♡ am i setting aside time to do my inner work? - if not, make time bcuz ur mental health isn't something u should sweep under the rug.

♡ how do i feel? - literally that simple. be nice to urself. ask urself how u feel because ur feelings matter + they're valid.

HOW TO KEEP URSELF ON TRACK ;

use planning devices like notion, google calendar or just a simple to do list every single day. make sure not to put too much on ur plate at first. reward urself also to encourage urself to continue to do what u said you'll do.

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Ok awesome! Vote for your top of my top!

make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. see which character is everyone's favourite!

Tagged by @mircallaruthven ^_^ thank you

Tagging @semicolonsandsimiles @tragediegh @unmitigated-garbage-fire @spectrum-color @gwenllian-in-the-abbey

[cevansbrat0007]

Forget-Me-Not

Summary: Ari forgets to do something important before leaving out the door...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Fluff, Implied Smut, Kisses, Chocolate Covered Strawberries, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You’re currently standing at the stove, slowly stirring a pot of freshly melted chocolate. For some reason, you’d awoken this morning with a craving for chocolate dipped strawberries. So, instead of paying an arm and a leg to buy them from some fancy shop, you’d simply decided to make your own. 

Humming under your breath, you’re surprised when you hear your front door open and shut. A quick glance at the clock suggests that it’s much too early for Ari to home for good just yet. More likely he’d probably forgotten something. 

Turning off the heat, you move to pour it into a bowl. Next up was your favorite part – turning your favorite fruit into a delicious confection. You run your finger along the spoon, wincing as the still-too-hot treat burns your skin.

But you don’t care. Not when it tastes so good. So good, that you can’t help the satisfied moan that escapes your throat. 

“Is it really that good, sweetheart?” 

“Mm.” You purr before helping yourself to another taste, this time using your tongue now that things have cooled a little more. “It really is.” 

Grinning, you take a moment to get a good look at your man. He’d been a man on a mission this morning, rushing out the door before you were barely awake and alert. And while you weren’t quite sure what business it was that had him moving so quickly, you were pretty certain that he’d tell you at dinner.

“You in the mood to share?” Ari rasps as he leans against the wall, looking exceptionally sexy in his dark blue Levi’s and black henley. You find yourself slightly disappointed that he’s not rocking one of his signature flannels. 

Mostly because you liked to steal them. But to be fair, your sweet Beast also never seemed to complain when he caught you wearing one. He mostly just sighed and grumbled about his diminishing wardrobe. 

Which was fine by you, considering the fact that he was the sole reason your entire panty drawer had been reduced to next to nothing. Those flannels were owed to you by right! 

“Just what are you doin’ back so early?” You ask, holding the spoon out to him. “I didn’t expect to see you until dinner.”

“Forgot to do somethin’.” He rasps as he moves towards you, his long, powerful legs bridging the distance between your bodies in mere seconds. “Somethin’ important.”

“Oh?” Guess you were right. The man had been moving so fast this morning that he’d likely left behind an important file or notepad. “I don’t recall seeing anything on the table, but–”

“That ain’t what I forgot, little Bird.”

Now he’s standing in front of you, his work boots almost brushing your bare toes. You’re caught off guard when Ari moves to tenderly cup his cheek, his roughened palm warming your delicate skin. 

“What…what did you forget?” Confused, you move to offer him the spoon in your hand, only to be surprised when he declines. You watch as his normally brilliant blue eyes darken as they stray to your waiting mouth. Your heart speeds up when his head descends, making his intentions all the more clear.

“Something much, much sweeter.”  

Squealing in surprise, you can’t help when your eyes flutter closed as his sinful lips capture your own. The kiss starts off soft and sweet, that is, until you feel Ari’s free hand make its way down your lower back so that he can grab a handful of your ass, pulling you closer to his big body.

You feel his tongue sweep against your bottom lip, encouraging you to open. To respond in the way you so desperately know he wants. Rising on your toes, you eagerly grant him access, wanting him to know that you were feeling just as hungry and wanting as he felt for you.

Feeling emboldened, Ari lifts you off your feet, prompting you to wrap your legs around his trim waist. Your fingers find their way into his hair, lightly tugging at his already tousled locks. Meanwhile both of his impatient hands busy themselves with kneading and squeezing your curves as he rocks his hips against yours, letting you feel the weight of his already impressive erection.

It makes you want him here. Now. So you can't help but feel disappointed when he slowly eases away, leaving you wet and needy.

“Fuck." He promises now that he's finally allows you up for air. "Promise I won’t forget to do that again.”

“Uh huh.” You breathe, your legs wobbling slightly the moment he releases his hold, lightly setting you down. It doesn’t help when he leans in once again to gently brush his lips against your temple. And his satisfied grin has you giggling as your head falls to rest against his broad chest. 

“Tell me what I interrupted here, baby.”

“I was making chocolate covered strawberries.” Nuzzling your nose against the fabric of his shirt, you continue. “I woke up with a taste for them, so…” You offer up a small shrug. “I decided to make some.”

“Well, that’s funny. On account of I woke up with a taste for you.” You feel his big palm come to rest on your head, stroking a path along your silky curls. “And these are about to make the proceedings even better.” 

You can’t help but feel a little dizzy when he pulls away. His teasing words were filling you with all kinds of spicy ideas.

“I’ve gotta run.” Ari tells you. “I only came back to rectify my mistake. But I want you to save some of these for tonight…” He glances down at your now cold bowl of chocolate. “Because I have plans to enjoy my little Bird for dessert before I even think about dinner.”

Reaching around you, he snags a ripe berry and lifts it to your mouth. His eyes never leave yours as he watches you bite down on the plump fruit, its juice lightly dripping down your chin. Groaning low in his throat, Ari leans in once more, lapping up the sweet trail with his tongue. 

“And Bird?” He calls as he turns to walk away, confidently striding towards the front door.

“Y-yeah?” Dear God, this man was going to be the death of you.

“No panties, alright? I don’t want anything between me and my strawberry delight.”

Fucking Beast.

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[inkspiredwriting]

Without her

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: Hey, this was a sweet request from @llawlietswif I hope you like it, and even if you don't please let me know

Warnings: none

It was rare—almost unheard of, really—that Five slept in. But that morning, the sunlight was unusually gentle, the blanket warm, and the absence of doomsday-level threats meant he actually got a solid night’s sleep. So when he blinked open his eyes and saw the clock blinking 10:30 a.m., his first reaction was confusion. The second reaction, however, was alarm.

Y/n was not in bed.

Now, under normal circumstances, a missing spouse might not warrant a full-blown panic. But this was Five. A man who had lived through a post-apocalyptic wasteland. A man who had seen timelines bend, break, and collapse. A man with trust issues not just with people, but with reality itself.

He sat up sharply, hair sticking up at odd angles, still wearing a T-shirt that read "World’s Grumpiest Genius." He looked to Y/n’s pillow. Cold. Her phone was not in its usual place. Her shoes were gone. The house was too quiet.

“Y/n?” he called, already swinging his legs out of bed. “Are you here?”

No answer.

He walked into the hallway, calling her name again. Still nothing.

Bathroom—empty.

Kitchen—empty.

He even opened the pantry door for a second and peered in, like she might have inexplicably decided to hang out between the flour and the cereal boxes.

Then came the garden. Also empty. He stared at the tomato plants like they might give him answers.

"Okay, don't panic," he muttered to himself, tugging a hand through his hair. "She probably just went out to grab something. Like... fruit. Or... emergency jam."

He pulled out his phone and called her. Straight to voicemail.

“Great,” he muttered. “She was either kidnapped or I’ve slipped into another cursed timeline.”

He called again. Voicemail.

He called Allison. No answer.

Viktor. No answer.

"Okay," Five said to himself, pacing in a circle in the living room. "If I were Y/n, and I decided to disappear without warning, where would I—wait, why would I disappear without warning?"

Out of mild desperation, he even checked the laundry room, just in case. Then the closet. Then, in a move he would never live down, he actually crouched and checked under the bed.

At this point, he was about thirty seconds from teleporting to every coffee shop in town.

By the time 2:00 p.m. rolled around, Five was sitting on the couch with a scowl so deep it could have split the Earth’s crust. He had made himself coffee and promptly forgotten it, and now it sat cold and bitter beside him. His arms were crossed. He had called Y/n’s phone at least seven times, and left a voicemail that could only be described as "angrily affectionate."

Then—finally—he heard the jingle of keys at the door.

Y/n stepped in, laughing, with Allison and Viktor behind her, carrying shopping bags and to-go cups. All three looked happy, relaxed, and completely unaware of the emotional hurricane Five had been through.

“Oh, finally,” Five snapped, rising from the couch. “Look who decided to show up after vanishing off the face of the earth for four hours!”

Y/n blinked. “Hi to you, too?”

“Where have you been?! I woke up, and you were gone. I checked the entire house. I looked in the pantry, Y/n.”

“You looked in the pantry?” Allison started to laugh.

Viktor added with a smirk, “Did you also check the freezer?”

“I almost did,” Five admitted, with the sort of self-righteous glare only a 51-year-old man trapped in a 30-year-old body could manage.

“I turned off my phone,” Y/n said, apologetic but clearly holding back laughter. “I just wanted a relaxing day. I didn’t think you’d wake up before noon.”

“I never sleep in!” Five said, waving a hand. “It was one time!”

Y/n walked over and kissed his cheek. “You’re cute when you panic.”

“I wasn’t panicking. I was doing a thorough sweep.”

“You looked in the pantry,” she repeated with a giggle.

“That was part of the sweep,” Five muttered.

Viktor patted his shoulder. “You know you’re whipped, right?”

Five ignored him. “Next time? Just leave a note. Or a post-it. Or a breadcrumb trail. Anything.”

Y/n grinned and slid her arms around his waist. “You really got that worried?”

“Yes,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms around her anyway. “Because you are the most important person in my life, and when I woke up and you were gone without a trace, I thought maybe the universe finally realized it screwed up by giving me something that good.”

“You’re so romantic,” she teased.

“Don’t push it.”

Allison and Viktor were now cracking up on the couch, and Y/n whispered into Five’s ear, “I love you.”

He sighed, kissing her temple. “I love you too. Even if you cause me minor heart attacks.”

“And next time, I’ll leave a note in the pantry,” she promised.

[muli-wam]

Unwritten Love

Summary: In the bustling town market, you encounter a mysterious man who leaves you flustered and curious. You convinced yourself that you would never see this man again, until you did. And this time you find out the stranger is to be your husband.

Cw: arranged marriage, might be some typos, halfway proof read, fluff, cliffhanger

Word count: 2.6k

Pairings: Regency-era!Nanami x Fem!reader

A/n: this was so fun to writeee I hope you guys enjoy (: also if you want a bit of insight on Nanami's character and his thoughts at the market then you can read this drabble, but I tweaked the story a bit so my apologies if it's not 100% based on that drabble.

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You never thought love would find a place in your life.

Not because you didn't want it, but because you were already so consumed by the idea—the perfect romance, the kind you read about in books or wrote in poems without a name to address them to.

You did daydream about it more than you'd like to admit—creating these ridiculous romantic stories in your head with characters who didn't even exist.

In some of your daydreams, you always pictured a husband who put you on a pedestal. Someone who would bring you wildflowers after his strolls in the forest, or leave a love poem on your bedside table for you to read when you wake up.

He'd love you just as much as you loved him—maybe even more.

He'd sweep you off your feet and carry you bridal style through a meadow, pointing out plants and herbs and explaining how they were used while the evening breeze danced against your skin.

That kind of love.

Those were the fantasies that kept you up in the late hours of the night when everyone was sound asleep.

But that's all it ever was—a fantasy.

Your eldest sister loved to point that out every chance she got. Seems she had nothing better to do anyway.

"Marriage isn't about love," she'd say, her tone sharper than it needed to be. "Its about compromise and using to your advantage. Give a little, take a little, but dont waste precious time dreaming about it."

Every time she said it, you felt that bubbling pot of dreams wash down the drain, leaving you disappointed.

Thankfully, your closest friend, Yuki, always knew how to make you feel better. "Ignore her," she'd say, rolling her eyes. "What does she know? That's why she's still unmarried. One day, you'll find someone who'll be exactly who you dreamed of—maybe even better."

Yuki always knew what to say. She was good like that—unlike you.

And despite Yuki's words, you couldn't quite shake that lingering doubt.

Maybe your sister was right after all.

The weight of those thought clung to you as you made your way to the village market. Your sister tasked you to gather apples for the apple pie she was making today. Reluctantly, you agreed.

The familiar buzz of activity kindly greeted you, offering a small distraction from your troubles.

The colorful stalls overflowed with goods. Fresh fruits and vegetables, colorful fabric in vibrant hues, jars of exotic spices, herbs, and trinkets scattered the market.

You could see the effort and love the merchants put into their work. The passion they had for their craft. It draws you in every time.

But not today, unfortunately.

You move your attention to the large container of apples sitting before you. Since they were the key ingredient to your sisters pie, you could not afford to choose poorly.

Not just for your tastebuds sake but also the sake of your life if your sister ended up unhappy with your choice of apples.

As you were inspecting the fruit, you hardly noticed the tall gentleman approaching the stall. He moved with purpose, as if he were on a mission, though he also looked lost.

He stopped briefly to speak with the tea merchant, before turning towards the stall where you stood.

You turned away, facing the other direction to inspect a new apple when your basket suddenly hit an unsteady pile of apples beside you. One by one, each apple rolled out of the container, down the counter, and onto the floor.

Panicked, you reach to grab as many runaway apples as possible, and it seemed as if the tall gentleman had the same idea.

You reached for the apple, colliding harshly with his arm as he extended his hand to help.

You let out a small yelp, clutching onto your basket, as well as his arm.

For a moment, time stopped. Your hands brushed against the smooth surface of the apple, and you froze, slightly startled by the contact.

"My apologies," you murmured, finally looking up. His gaze met yours, the intensity of it left your heart racing, though you couldn't name why.

"I can be so clumsy sometimes and-"

"Please, don't apologize. The fault is entirely mine," he replied while stepping back, his movements deliberate and polite, though his expression unreadable.

"It's not everyday I encounter runaway apples," he slightly chuckles, his voice rich and steady with a hint of amusement.

You let out a huff, or a laugh, or maybe both... you don't quite know.

You quickly tuck the apple into your basket, trying to ignore the warmth creeping into your cheeks.

"Are you here for them as well?" you ask the man.

"Am I he- oh! Yes, yes, actually. I was just about to buy some for my-" His expression seemed panicked all of a sudden as he scrambled to pull out a few coins.

"For your..."

"F-for my sister. And myself. Mainly for my sister," he says while grabbing the large bag of apples.

"Though I am not very fond of apples, so maybe they will be just for my sister,"

"Right, right," you chuckle first this time, finding his sudden nervousness quite amusing.

"Well," the man says, pressing out the non-existant wrinkles in his coat.

"I shall be off now," he gives you a polite bow and walks away quickly.

"Oh, goodbye Mr-" you stop mid curtsy when you realize you never asked for his name.

But he was already gone.

Your eyebrows furrow for a moment as you gaze into the distance towards the direction he left in.

You let out a deep breath you didn't even know you were holding, before paying for your apples and heading home.

Your thoughts betray you, drifing back to the stranger. The way his blonde hair sat perfectly on his head, not a strand out of place. His shirt and breeches seemed to have no visible wrinkles, along with his coat.

He was so polite, so put together, and so handsome you wanted to bang your hand against the nearest brick wall.

but one question still lingered in the back of your mind.

Who was this man and why did he linger in your thoughts long after he walked away?

-

The calm melody of classical ballroom music filled the air as Couples moved in perfect harmony across the polished floor, dancing gracefully.

You were never fond of these kind of gatherings. The air felt heavy with mingled perfumes and sweat, a mixture that made your head spin. The chatter and laughter seemed to echo endlessly—it was unbearable

Yet here you are, sitting in the corner with Yuki while giggling over how crooked Mr. Leslie's wig was.

The town baker, with his usual scowl permanently engraved into his wrinkled face, seemed oblivious to his crooked head piece.

You might have felt bad, but he didn't shown you the same courtesy when you'd tripped near his shop the other day and he laughed at you. Maybe you were being petty but who cares.

"Do you think he's noticed yet?" Yuki leans towards you, whispering.

"I doubt he has. I think he's too miserable to even think twice about it," you murmured, taking a sip of water to suppress a laugh.

Yuki let out a loud snort, drawing sharp looks from a nearby group. You both give each other a knowing look before bursting into a fit of laughter and running away from the scene.

You both make your way to your parents and older sister who seemed to be waiting expectantly by the entrance, your mother’s impatience evident in the tight press of her lips.

"Oh there you are, we've been looking all over the darn place for you," your mother huffs before aggressively pulling you towards her, smoothing your dress and fixing the stray strands of hair framing your face. Her quickness left little room for protest.

"Mother, what are you pffh- your getting hair in my mouth-" you spluttered while turning your head away.

“Oh, hush. You need to look presentable. Mr. Nanami and Mr. Higuruma will be here any moment,” she said, stepping back to inspect her handiwork.

"Mr. Nanami? You mean the miserable man you were telling me about?" you muttered to your sister, who barely stifled a grin.

"Oh, miserable he may be, but poor he most certainly is not," your mother interjected.

"Tell me, mother," you fix your gaze towards the entrance. A tall man walks in, dressed in black, with broad shoulders and an air of quiet authority surrounding him. His jet black hair was slicked back and he exuded confidence and wealth the moment he entered the room.

"Ten thousand a year and he owns half of Derbyshire," your mother declared.

"The miserable half?" You quipped under your breath, earning a muffled laugh from Yuki who was standing behind you.

But your laugh died the moment you saw him. Following close behind the tall stranger was a familiar figure—those sharp featured and striking eyes that were etched into your memory. It was really him. The same blonde man you had met not long ago.

He was in the same attire as last time but only this time his coat was a dark navy blue.

And, somehow, he seemed even more handsome under the glow of the ballroom’s chandeliers.

Your pulse quickened and your mouth went dry. You wanted to look away, to shield your face but your body seemed to be paralyzed.

His eyes scan the room before they locked with yours, and for a moment, the loud, bustling room seemed to fade away.

"Looks like your runaway apples have made their way back," Yuki nudges you when she catches you both staring.

“Ah, Mr. Nanami, Mr. Higuruma, what a pleasure,” your father’s voice cut through the dream like haze you were in, guiding the two men toward your family. Instinctively, you bowed along with the others, your movements on autopilot and your mind blank.

"Very nice to meet you all. It is a pleasure to be acquainted with such a remarkable family." Mr. Higuruma says politely. Though you barely heard him.

Your mother ushers you to the front, her smile sharp and her eyes almost maniacal before turning to Nanami saying, “Mr. Nanami, this is our youngest daughter—the one my husband and I were telling you about.”

Your confusion was evident in the confused laugh you let out, "Whatever are you talking about, Mother?"

"Oh, yes we forgot to tell you!" She say, feigning innocence with a tone that made your jaw clench.

"Mr. Nanami is to be your husband."

[pome-seed]

The Soldier's Keeper ★ 23

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Recovery meant many things. It meant valuing and noticing your body more. And his too.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Gunshot wounds. Mention of stitches. Bucky being huge. Beefy Bucky. (Can you tell he's my favorite?) But of a fluffy fun one.

Authors Note: Please comment, I love interacting with you guys! Be kind! ALSO, if you want to be apart of the taglist, let me know :)

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“H.” Bucky guessed. 

You drew an arm on the slowly growing stick figure, then marked an H. The man huffed, squinting at the broken word. You were playing the overly complicated game of hangman. So far, all Bucky had gotten was _a_ _ a. 

“Panda?” He guessed. 

“Nope.” You smiled, shifting the small white board into your lap. 

“B.”

You marked another arm on the body.

“Jesus, O.”

“Nope,” you marked another limb. 

“S.”

“Ah, there you go.” You smiled, marking the letter over its dash. “You’re getting close.”

“_ a s _ a?” He squinted at the board again, trying to think of what you could have written down. “I don’t know.”

“Oh come on, are you seriously giving up?” 

He rolled his eyes at you. “T.”

“You’re just guessing now,” you shook your head, marking down another letter.

“That's the point of the game, Y/n.”

“Educated guessing, Bucky.”

He rolled his eyes again. “L.” He guessed.

You marked off the final limb. “Aaand you're dead.” You clicked your tongue, then finally filled out the word.

“Nașpa?” He scoffed. “Low quality? You didn’t say we were doing Romanian words.” It was a word he’d taught you months ago when sifting through fruit in the market.

“You can be such a sore loser, you know?” You chuckled, wiping off the board. 

“Sore loser?” He blanched at you.

“If the shoe fits.” You teased.

“You’re more familiar with all the games we play, it's not exactly fair.”

“Okay, you can pick something out next time, if it will make you quit your pouting.”

“Pouting?” He huffed, raising a brow at you. 

“If the shoe fits,” you repeated. Bucky tossed the eraser at you. You dodged it, then packed up the tiny game collection, giggling quietly. 

“Pouting. I’m not a kid.” He pouted. 

“I know, you’re ancient.”

He glared at you softly. “Weren’t you the one saying I’m only technically thirty something?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, but I can flip that coin whenever I want, if it will get a rise out of you.”

“Then I can flip the kid coin on you.”

“Hey,” you scoffed. “I’m not a kid, technically, or in perspective.”

“What year were you born?” Bucky asked you, tilting his head. 

“I think that answer would pain you more than me.” You said, snickering as his face scrunched up when you told him the year. 

“Jesus, I’m like ninety years older than you.”

“Well, yes.” You laughed, wobbling to your feet to set the game supplies on the counter. 

You were slowly getting better at walking, but Bucky still had to carry you up and down the stairs whenever you wanted to leave the house. You still had a noticeable limp, and you were starting to believe that that may never change. You didn’t exactly have a renowned surgeon to fix you up.

Bucky still treated you like glass, which only sometimes offended you. Most of the time, you guiltily enjoyed it. You were thankful for all his help. you were thankful for the way he never questioned or hesitated to carry you up the stairs, or out of bed. He never flinched when you grabbed his arm for stability after a long bout of walking, your leg growing tired.

He was always there for you.

“Bucky?” You poked your head out of the bathroom at the sound of glass shattering. Your initial panic was washed away as you found him sweeping up the remnants of a glass. 

“It slipped, everything’s okay.” He muttered, his voice soft.

“Slipped? Off the counter?” You asked, stepping out of the bathroom, your towel tugged tight around your body.

The pair of you weren’t foreign to the sight of each other in less than fully clothed circumstances, but you still felt a bit exposed as you stepped out. You would have just retreated back into the bathroom, but the look on Bucky’s face told you not to.

“From my hand.”

“That doesn’t usually happen, does it?” You asked, padding slowly over to him. You stayed a close distance from the broken glass though. 

He shook his head. “No- well, sometimes, but not often.” He muttered. 

“Come here,” you said, holding a hand out to him after he finished sweeping the glass into the bin. 

He glanced back at you, his gaze impulsively flickering to your towel. You were a bit embarrassed, having not stood before him like that before, but your mind was already in doctor mode.

He set his hand in yours, the size difference almost laughable. You turned his hand palm up, then started feeling up his wrist. “Have you been having any muscle weakness? Grip strength problems?” You asked, continuing to feel and press into his pressure points. His fingers kicked whenever you tapped a nerve. Good sign.

“No,” he answered quietly, glancing away after noticing a drop of water sliding down your neck. 

“You said this happens sometimes, did you mean recently?” You asked, moving your touch up his forearm. 

“Mhm,” he answered.

“Is it just your hands?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay,” you sighed, releasing his arm. “But it’s not like you’re trying to grip something and your hand just doesn’t do it, right?” You looked up at him.

He shook his head. “No, just when I get distracted.” 

You sighed, smiling softly. “Okay, good. I was worried it was the serum.” You shook your head, turning back to the bathroom. “When I’m done we should do another full body test, just to be sure. It’s been a while.”

Bucky nodded in response even though you couldn’t see it.

You gently shut the bathroom door behind you and loosened your towel to begin drying off. You felt a bit embarrassed, but in all reality, you knew he’d seen far more of your body in the past. Still, your cheeks were dusted a soft pink when you emerged from the bathroom again.

Some mornings, just as the sun was rising over the horizon, you woke to the sounds of grunting, followed by the humming of metal. You were familiar with it, by then, but in no way used to it. 

You turned under your covers to peek up at Bucky.

He was shirtless, his metal arm curved behind his back as he slowly counted his pushups. He often switched between the simplest of workouts. Pushups, sit ups, burpees, and simple stretching. Bucky had a lot of pent up energy, and a very large body to take care of. 

Working out was less of something he wanted to do, and more of something he needed to do.

You watched him, covers pulled up to your nose. You didn’t know if you were pretending to sleep or not, but you felt awfully embarrassed for staring. Yet you just couldn’t help it. You would mask it by saying it was envy, missing being able to move your body so much without rippling pain.

But really, you were just fascinated by him.

Bucky was incredibly fit. It was a fact. His body mass was mostly muscle, and a metal arm. He was toned and lean, but also incredibly thick. He was simply a beefy man.

And you didn’t often get to see him shirtless. Not like this.

He breathed slowly through his nose, sweat collecting on his chest and scalp as he moved to balance on his one flesh arm, his whole body steady in the air. His stomach flexed, his core working to keep himself balanced. 

His tan skin glistened with a light sheen. His sweats hung low on his hips- only sagging a little further upwards while he suspended his body in the air. 

He was so impossibly strong, and he made it look so easy. 

Though the scars that marred his flesh told a different story. 

With all there was of Bucky to look at, you couldn’t help your gaze being drawn to the reddened scar where flesh met metal. It was so striking to the eye. Jagged and sharp, splintering out along his armpit. 

You remembered the feeling of it under your fingertips when he let you touch it for the first time.

Bucky slowly lowered himself back to stand, then stretched his arms over his head. You stared. You watched his pants sag a little lower on his hips, the waistband of his underwear peeking out. Your gaze traveled up his hip bones, to his chest as it rose and fell with deep breaths. 

He was moving, filling a glass with water from the sink. His lower back had dimples, you realized. You felt bad for staring again. But he’d seen basically all of you, so it was only fair.

You knew it was wrong though, because when he turned around your eyes squeezed shut, playing asleep. Bucky quietly walked past the mattress. The bathroom door clicked shut. 

You let out a sigh of relief, praying he hadn’t caught your awkward staring. Except he had. He noticed, it was hard not to, with his senses. He felt uncomfortable under your gaze, insecure and slightly more worked up. But he knew you would be more embarrassed if you knew he saw, so he said nothing. 

When he exited the bathroom, clothed and clean, you were practicing your stretches and mobility exercises. “How do you feel?” He asked you, shaking out his long hair. 

You huffed, lowering yourself onto the crappy chair you had in the kitchen. “Weak.”

“Let me see,” he muttered, kneeling before you. Long wet dark hair hung in his eyes. You rolled up your pajama pant leg up to your thigh. Bucky slipped his metal hand under your knee to help adjust you as needed. He had taken your stitches out days ago, and the pink skin was weaving together nicely. But that was only on the surface. The inside was the problem. “Does it still hurt when you walk?”

You nodded. “Yeah, but it's not as sharp as it used to be.”

“Mm,” he grunted, turning your thigh slightly. He pressed along your outer leg. “Does it hurt to touch?”

“No,” you shook your head, watching his fingers drag along your skin.

He slowly rolled your pants back down. “And your side?” You tugged your shirt up and adjusted your position a little. The wound on your side was healing much faster. You were lucky with that one. The bullet skimmed right past any organs, and pierced through only minor muscles. 

Bucky thumbed over the puffy pink scar, then withdrew. “It looks like it’s all healing fine.” He muttered. 

“The bullet probably tore up more than we thought. I’ll be fine. I just won’t be much good at running, next time.” You muttered, using Bucky’s help to stand. 

“Next time we’ll be more prepared.”

“If only we didn’t have to worry about a next time.” You smiled, hopping around Bucky to sit back on the bed. “We should get those walkie-talkies though,” you offered. “A radio is a good idea.”

“I’ll look for some tomorrow.” He turned, pulling the chair up to the bed to sit with you. 

“Can I join you?” You asked, tilting your head.

The corners of his lips curled up softly. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

A/N: This episode was a little more soft and silly than others. I hope you guys liked it. I love beefy Bucky. Also I saw a fanart of Bucky doing a one armed hand stand pushup and it changed my life.

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