#ok i think taking a minute to stop and write this has helped distract me. shouldn’t need my anxiety meds

[danielnelsen]

mmmmm thunder bad

[komoboko]

1-800-BINDING VOW

𖦹 husband!nanami kento x gn!reader

𖦹 my petition to the jjk community to let me start writing also break post bcs next post is gonna be HEAVY angst back to back LOL

husband!nanami who can’t help but linger and stay in bed with you for a few more minutes instead of getting ready for work. Needing to bask in your presence a little longer.

husband!nanami who can’t leave the house without giving you a goodbye kiss. He enjoys when you return it but on days where he leaves extra early he’s content with waiting on you to return his kiss later on.

husband!nanami who gets so bored with his boring office job that he ends up loosing track thinking about you. His mind wanders to things you’d like for him to do, places he could take you, what you would like for dinner tonight. He has to stop himself so he can get his work done and leave faster.

husband!nanami who always text you or tries to call you during his lunch break. He likes to pop in and see how you’re doing and make sure you’re ok. Always telling you he’ll be home soon and to not miss him to much. He always tells you it‘s just to say hi but you think it’s to help him push through the day.

husband!nanami who always uses you as an excuse to get out of any work events or after hour activities. “Sorry, tonight reserved for my partner.” , “Unfortunately i cannot join you. I need to get home to make dinner for my partner.” , “Sorry, my partner needs me.” The list can go on, anybody who works with him may get to know you without even meeting you because of nanami.

husband!nanami who hates having to stretch out his days whenever he has to do anything for jujutsu tech. As much as he doesn’t like doing it, it brings him some peace of mind knowing the curse he’s exorcising cannot harm you or anybody else.

husband!nanami who tends to talk about you around some of the students in jujutsu tech more than he realizes. Just like his coworkers they to learn a lot about you whether they have met you or not. Some of them start looking up to you as another guardian figure the same way they look up to nanami.

husband!nanami who on his way home gets distracted and ends up buying you flowers. Using them almost as an apology for his long day away from you and also to reassure you once again that he loves and cherishes you. He always likes to buy you tulips but on other occasions he’ll buy you roses or daises as well.

husband!nanami who can’t be happier once he makes it back home. Being able to lean back into your arms once again. He feels his shoulders drop down as his body finally relaxes, he feels at peace being in the comfort of your shared home finally back home to you. Who he’s been longing to see ever since he stepped out the door.

husband!nanami who holds you close once night finally falls and your both laying in bed, sleep about to fall upon the both of you. His arms wrapping around you in a comfortable but firm hold. Even when you are asleep he wants you to know he’s there for you, that he’s always going to be there for you.

husband!nanami who’s been saving up money for both of you to move to Malaysia. To finally escape the busy city life, the dangerous sorcerer life to somewhere peaceful. A place where both you and him can be together without anymore pain or grief to try and approach the two of you. A place where he can love you in peace.

husband!nanami who adores you so much and will make due with his office job and sorcerer life so that you will be happy.

[zhongrin]

ꦱꦸꦒꦺꦁꦢꦭꦸꦱꦪꦁ

◇ characters ◇ kaeya

◇ tags ◇ gn!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, reader is sick and clingy (don't we all-), kaeya is so soggy and in love it's making my teeth hurt

◇ a/n ◇ happy holidays, all!! this is a fic for the genshin impact x reader secret santa 2022 event and is dedicated to @maaarshieee! hi there! we've never really interacted before but i found your blog because of the event and can i just say, your works are so sldkfjlskjdflsd. i wish this was longer but i am out of writing juice and i am hoping that you like the finished product :3

my javanese is super rusty so i might have butchered that title but yk what i am curious how many people can read it lmao no google translate to help you this time- ok fine i'll stop being mean- [en] translation of that title is 'good night, dear'.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

“kaeyaaaa....”

“darling, go back to bed.”

it’s hard to take kaeya seriously when he’s standing in your kitchen with an apron and a ladle in his hand as he nurses a pot of porridge bought from good hunter this morning.

you pout and wobble towards him, eyes droopy and face flushed from your fever. with his swift reflexes and subtle display of precise control he has over his vision, the cavalry captain freezes off the fire on the stove before catching your body in his embrace. he's going to struggle to light the fire again without diluc's help, but your safety matters most and he doesn't think you'd appreciate your house burning down even in your delirious state.

you then proceeded to nuzzle him affectionately; he’s cool and smells good and comfy - the perfect companion for your feverish self, “missed you.”

“am i so attractive you crave my presence after just ten minutes of being deprived of it, hmm?”

you can’t see it, but a bashful, fond smile spreads unto your boyfriend’s lips when you readily nod against his chest. your sick self might be ten times needier than the normal you and is quite a handful, but he personally adores the way you oh-so-naturally seek and cling to him. it tells him that you need him even when you’re not in a rational state - that you trust him to care for you when you’re most vulnerable.

he’s wanted. he’s needed. by you. the light of his life.

but while he’s so smitten by your endearing self, he, unfortunately, also has to play the bad cop to ensure that you recover well under his care.

“just five more minutes, sweetheart. go lie down and i’ll bring you some food, then you can take your medicine.”

“mmm… don’ wanna…”

“do you want me to revoke your cuddling privileges?”

you look up at him with such horror in your expression, and he urges himself to not break his serious facade. had you known the way you're able to easily tug on his heartstrings, he’s sure it would be the end of him. it takes every bit of his determination to not crumble upon the crestfallen look in your pretty eyes and the slight downturn of your lips.

“… i’m sorry,” you finally say after a few beats of silence, understanding that he's not going to change his mind.

“you don’t have to apologize, love. just go lie down, and i’ll be with you in a se-”

“your day off,” a sniffle leaves you, “our date. i ruined it.”

your guilt isn’t unfounded - the knights of favorius doesn’t exactly have holiday breaks or frequent day offs. after all, disturbances of any kind still happen. rain or sun, summer or winter, hilichurl attacks and nefarious crimes threatens mondstadt and its citizens at all times. and so as the official protectors of the nation, it's only normal for them to be on standby at all times. and yet, now that your knightly boyfriend had managed to take his hard-earned vacation…

the edges of his eyes soften and kaeya hums, raising his hands to cup your burning cheeks and wipe the tear that had just fallen off the side of your eyes. you sigh in contentment at the feeling, and this time he’s unable to hold himself back from pressing a long kiss to your forehead; the cold sensation a pleasant distraction from the burning temperature of your body.

“is that what you’re so worried about? we can always go on dates another time,” he quickly adds when he sees you about to protest his claims, “and i don’t mind taking care of you on my day off. think of it as a repayment for all those times you nurse my hangovers.”

“but…”

“[name], darling,” the teasing lilt in his voice is nowhere to be found when he tilts your chin so your gazes meet, “it’s really fine. as long as we’re together.”

you give him a weak smile and shift to stand on your tiptoes, bringing your lips together in a sweet ki-

“-oops, naughty, naughty,” kaeya laughs from behind his palm that had covered his lips, effectively blocking your attempt at a kiss. upon seeing how offended you look, he laughs harder, hand moving to pinch your puffed up cheeks, distorting your series of grumbled protests. “i’m sorry, sweetheart, but i don’t want to get sick. sharing germs aren’t exactly caring, you see?”

“bu’ i wan a kith-” your plead is muffled against his hands and a fond look crosses your boyfriend’s face.

he’s always been weak to any sort of requests you make, especially if said request involves your ardent desire to profess your affection to him. it took him quite a while to feel worthy of your love in your early stage of relationship, but he has learned to enjoy them immensely now - although that’s not to say that he appreciates them any less. you’re still as precious to him as the first day he fell in love - if not more -now that he’s had a taste of how it feels to belong to you.

“when you're fully recovered, i’ll give you as many kisses as you want.”

“…… promise?”

“promise.”

“okay…”

“good, now that that’s settled - would you like to be carried to bed, your majesty?” your suave knight is back with the question, pearly white teeth glinting as he gives you a dashing smile.

you don't bother answering him verbally, but he still readily held you up the moment you latch onto him like an adorable sloth. it’s a short walk to the bedroom from your kitchen, and you spend the short time of tranquility nuzzling onto the knight’s shoulder, eyes closing peacefully as the feeling of safety wraps you in a blanket.

kaeya lowers you onto your bed gently, helps you adjust your pillow, and tugs the blanket up to cover your body. only when you’re tucked in comfortably your boyfriend allows himself to lovingly pat your cheek and places a kiss on the crown of your head, murmuring something under his breath; a language unknown to most and lost to time.

“what’s that one mean?” you ask drowsily, not recognizing the phrase of this specific one. you can recognize khaenri’ahn for i love you and be safe simply because of kaeya’s routinely reminders, but this one sounded foreign in your ears.

“it means ‘get well soon’,” he says as his palm rests against your cheek, further cooling the warm skin.

“i will,” leaving him with the promise, you drift onto the land of dreams.

kaeya stays for a few minutes and tells himself that it’s only so he’s sure that you’re asleep - and most definitely not because he missed your presence just as much as you did. eyeing your soft, relaxed sleeping face, he holds back the urge to press a quick kiss to the corner of your lips and redirects his target to the side of your temple instead.

another phrase falls from his lips; another routine, although he’s positive you wouldn’t recognize the words either, because he’s always said it whenever you’re sound asleep. it’s a little different than the others, only because in the language, there are a few meanings to those words.

good night.

sleep well.

i’ll be there with you when you open your eyes.

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[ghostlyshellofapuppet]

141 x crafty gn reader

Ok it's only August but I've started thinking about what I'm going to make my family for Christmas to start early, and this fic mentions nothing about Christmas. Also I'm newer to writing so if you notice something weird or not good please leave something in the comments to help me get better

Price

• Doesn't know anything about crafts except how to make those ships in bottles, wood working and glueing things together. Can't even imagine being able to make the things you do, seeing the process and the finished results, Price wouldn't be able to finish it or think of that in the first place.

• Is very proud of you once he sees you finish something, still doesn't know how you do it, but very proud. Any paintings, knitted items, clay objects, wood burning pieces, anything you make he is complimenting. You put so much time, energy and thought into that and you made it, good job.

• If you need help with anything Price will try, he's not the most crafty person but he has very steady hands. But if you happen to need help with something wood, he's got you, it's in good hands. Price has been woodworking since high school and it's never left him since he used to make small things on missions when he had nothing else to do

• I feel like if he had to pick another craft to pick, he'd be decently good or pottery, give him a little bit to find what pressure to use when shaping but will eventually make a mug for you

Ghost

• As much as I want to say he's into crafts, I can't see it that well. Yes he can sew but anything other than that and it's kind of a mess, but he likes watching you work and your processes. Watching you being so focused on something you didn't even hear him walking into the room with a drink and food for you since you've been at this for hours, and he loves that you can just relax like this, ( if you have been on the edge of giving up on it), but please take a break, you haven't blinked in two minutes.

• Ghost will take you to craft stores and just wander around with you, he likes messing with those posable hand models. He will also happily buy you whatever you want/need, more wire, a cake decorating set or also long as you don't burn yourself a wood burning kit

•If you tend to have most of your best ideas at night he tries to stay up with you so you don't stay up too late, but he can be distracted if you try to make him help. If not he's checking the clock every five minutes trying to decide when would be a good time to stop you

Gaz

•Likes pottery but doesn't do it often, he doesn't have a place too. His mother has a pottery studio he can use if he's but most times he's on base or out on missions. He can do some designs on the pottery and has an eye for details but isn't great with a paint brush.

• Also likes seeing you make stuff, Gaz used to watch his mom make new mugs and plates for the kitchen and would sit with his grandma listening to her stories. He finds it relaxing.

• Would help you with anything, Gaz can do a good amount of small craft just from stuff he's picked up over the years. He can sew, build and design very well and would love doing projects with you. You want to build a new coffee table, he's already getting ready to go to the hardware store.

• Gets excited towards the end of projects, seeing everything come together after working on it is very satisfying for him, especially if it's something you or can use. Build a table, he can't wait to set his drink on it.

Soap

• Is very happy when he sees your crafts and will want to show you his drawing if your interested. You also paint/draw, he wants you and him to draw each other and trade them at the end.

• Probably ok at other crafts but still tries. Don't let him around hot glue or resin, he doesn't mean to make a mess but he does, resin is on the floor and he likes playing in the cooled down but still moldable hot glue.

• He's likes watching you make stuff if he's tired but would like to help if you're okay with it when he's more awake. If you want to do crafts without his help he's also good with just drawing in his book, probably drawing you.

• Will cheer with you when you finish a project, if you've been working on it for a really long time it calls for take out, a movie and possibly more art supplies.

If you made it down here thank you for reading and I hope you liked it

[wild-karrde]

Congrats on 400!!!! 😍🥰 I'd like to request Kix with the quote: "Don't touch it, it hurts!" (Gotta love me some major ouch with cute fluffy comfort). Thanks so much and congrats again!

Thanks so much! Alright, I really love writing Kix and don't do it enough. This one got cute and I DIG IT. Thanks again for the ask!

Pairing - Kix x Medic!Reader

Rating - T (mention of injury, language)

“Kix, I’m FINE! Just slap some bacta on it so we can move!” 

“It’s not that simple! You need to stay here so I can work on it, otherwise we’ll be down another medic.”

“If you stay here with me, then we’ll be down two.”

“Coric’s gone on ahead and Sticks and Stones are inbound to support. He’ll manage until they get here, now sit still.” 

“I said I’M FINE.”

The clone medic gave you an unamused look as he gripped your thigh and shin, bending the knee that you’d just taken a blaster bolt to just enough to send pain radiating from the joint. Your stubborn muttering shifts to a yelp.

“Ok, stop, stop, STOP! Don’t touch it! It hurts!” 

He sighs in exasperation. “I know it hurts. So if you’d quit arguing with me for five minutes, I’ll be able to make it hurt less, understand?” 

You finally surrender, laying back on the ground and folding your arms over your eyes in defeat. Kix takes this as you relenting, reporting to Rex on his comm that the two of you will hang back for now, catching up with the others when you’re able. The captain’s voice is strained, but not angry, so you take some solace in that. 

You’ve only been serving with the 501st for a few weeks, but in that time, you’ve managed to become an anxious mess. It was clear that the other medics around you, both civilian and clone alike, were far more qualified, leaving you wondering why you were here and instilling you with a fear of failure that kept you up most nights. You were determined to prove that you could be useful and help those in need, but right now, you feel more like a burden than anything else. 

The sound of boots and blasterfire has faded into the distance as the entire battalion has moved on without the two of you. Now, all you hear is Kix’s modulated breathing as he shuffles around in his kit, looking for supplies. 

Of all of the medics, why’d it have to be him?

You can’t quite put your finger on why Kix is the one you’re most desperate to impress. Maybe because you admire his professionalism, his calm demeanor, the way his brain works. 

And maybe you’re also a bit in denial. While he shares the same face as his brothers, there’s always been something about Kix that you’ve found exceptionally endearing. Sure, you’ve got your face covered right now because you’re embarrassed to be the thing keeping him back, but also, you feel heat rising to your cheeks as he manipulates your leg a bit to get a better look at your injury. 

“Just a graze,” he surmises. “I hope you didn’t like these pants too much though. I am going to have to cut them away a bit to bandage it properly.” 

You shrug. “‘S fine.” 

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, but then you hear the unmistakable hiss of his helmet being removed. Your arms fly away from your face as you sit up to stare at him in alarm. 

“Kix! You need to keep that on! It’s not safe.”

He tosses you a smirk. “You’re not wearing one.”

“Yeah, well I’m a civ. We don’t get issued armor.”

He glances over at you as he begins cutting away at the leg of your pants. “Still. Most civs have them. So why don’t you?”

He’s distracting you, and it’s obvious, but you’re more than willing to let him right now as your knee starts to noticeably throb. He’s always been good at redirecting attention. It’s one of the things you admire about him. 

You shrug. “Gear’s expensive. Would rather have a kit that holds up.”

Kix is removing his gloves, and you feel your heart thundering in your chest as you start to think about what his hands are going to feel like on your skin. You’ve absolutely thought about this before, but you had somewhat hoped it would be under different circumstances. 

Very different circumstances. 

A sharp prick as he injects the knee with a painkiller jerks you back to reality before your thoughts can wander further. He’s watching you out of the corner of his eye to see your reaction, and you try to not whimper. Instead, you swear quietly under your breath. He doesn’t acknowledge it. 

“So if you can’t afford the proper gear, why fling yourself out here?” he asks, taking out a solution to clean the wound a little better. “Most civs would say that’s justification to stay out of it.”

“F-family business,” you stutter. He pauses to watch your reaction, but you nod at him, urging him to get this done quickly so that you can get moving. “Mom’s a doc. Been following her around since I could walk and eventually went into medicine on my own. Figured my skills would better be put to use here than just staying on some cozy backwater moon and pretending the war isn’t happening.”

Kix pauses, turning to face you fully now. “That’s admirable.”

You feel like your face is on fire, and your eyes burn with tears of frustration. “Haven’t exactly been helpful,” you rasp, gesturing at your leg. 

“This’ll heal quickly,” he replies, gently dabbing at the damaged skin with some gauze before carefully applying bacta. “And you’ve been plenty of help.” 

“Kix, I know I just get underfoot. You don’t have to sugar coat it for me.” Your eyes drop to your lap, where you’re nervously picking at a cuticle. You feel him stop touching you for a moment before his fingers slip under your chin, pulling your gaze up to meet his. All of the moisture evaporates out of your mouth, and you swallow hard. 

“Now let’s be clear about one thing,” he says, his soft brown eyes piercing into yours. “There are plenty of people in this galaxy that see my brothers and I as expendable, nothing more than cannon fodder. Even those that don’t see us that way are more than fine with letting us die anyway. You are here. I see how much you care, how much each loss affects you. People like you are the ones I fight for. You’re the reason I keep going. Because there are good people out there, and you’re a reminder of that. So don’t you dare belittle what you’re doing here. I wouldn’t stay behind for any civ. I stayed because it’s you. Got it?” 

You nod, swallowing hard again. Your tongue darts out to moisten your lips, and he notes it, his eyes flicking down to follow it. You suddenly become extremely self conscious about the amount of dirt you’ve got covering your face. 

Kix seems to be turning something over in his mind, his brows furrowed in the way they are when he’s thinking. After a moment, his hand slips from your chin to wipe at some grime on your face, and you can’t help but lean into his touch a little. Both of you freeze for a moment, and he chuckles quietly. If he was looking for confirmation as to how you felt about him, he’s absolutely found it, but his reaction is far from what you expected.  

Kix smiles at you, but he almost seems bashful, something you’re not used to from him. “I would uh… also be remiss to not tell you that I enjoy having you around. For more than medical reasons. You’ve got a big heart. It’s… it’s nice.” 

A tear slips from the corner of your eye in relief, and he withdraws his hand quickly, thinking he’s done something wrong, but you grab his hand with yours. “Thanks,” you whisper quietly. “It’s really nice to know I’m not just a pain in the ass.” You squeeze his hand reassuringly. “I like being around you too.” 

Kix grins, his cocky smirk slipping back into place as he goes back to work on your knee, carefully wrapping a bandage around the joint. You’re not sure if it’s the pain meds or the high from both of your confessions, but the pain has faded to a dull ache. When he fastens the final end of the bandage in place, he inspects it one last time before nodding. 

“That should do it.” 

You feel a little bolder, for just a moment as his eyes find yours again. “When… when we get back to base, I’ve got a bottle of spotchka in my tent. If you feel like spending some time together where we’re not being shot at.” 

Kix smiles. “I think I’d like that.” He pauses, looking around cautiously. Seemingly satisfied the two of you are very alone, he leans down and places a light kiss on your bandaged knee. “All better?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows. 

You giggle. “Yeah. At least able to walk.” He pulls you to your feet, and you search for something else to say, realizing your time together is coming to a close, and in a few minutes, you’ll be back with his brothers. “You know, I think a lot of you too, Kix. You’re a very skilled medic.” 

You kriffing idiot, could you be any more awkward? You fight the urge to clap a hand to your forehead. 

Kix winks at you, seemingly flattered nonetheless. “I’m skilled at other things as well, but you’ll have to wait until at least our third date to find out about those.” 

Your face burns, but you can’t hide your smile as the two of you make your way back towards the battle.

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[vbecker10]

I have carefully contemplated about the requests I wish to submit and have come up with two. I shall submit them separately for ease. Here are the details:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader.

Scene: Post Wakanda rehab. To start working with the Avengers he needs to go through some skills and drills training and is assigned to one of the best, Y/N.

Request: Bucky, who is normally the one chased by the ladies, find himself in a very odd situation. He has a crush on Y/N and is now the chaser. Could you please write about the first date and how he finally wooed her? (You can add details about the build up to him finally asking her out and what not if you like.

@soubi001 I'm so excited to finally get to this one!! I hope you like it 💚💚

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Back to Basics (Part 1 of 3)

(Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader (Bucky POV)

Warnings: none, fluff, touch of self doubt, clumsiness, being super awkward

Summary: Bucky has been invited to join the Avengers but he's disappointed when his first assignment is to take a skills assessment course. He quickly changes his mind when he meets the head trainer, Y/N. Bucky's growing crush on her causes him to be distracted during the evaluations and have several mishaps in the gym. After his third day of the assessment, Bucky begins to think it might be better if he just disappeared before he causes anymore damage but Sam has other plans.

A/N: idk why but I really felt like this just leaned towards Bucky being a bit awkward and I ran with it lol, I hope that's OK

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(BUCKY POV)

You follow Steve and Sam down the long hallway towards the main gym. You've been gone just over a year and as much as you liked the calm of Wakanda and couldn't be more thankful for everyone's help, you were glad to be back home. As soon as you were free from Hydra's mind control, Steve and Tony asked you to come back and join the Avengers. You were really looking forward to being part of the team and doing some good for once.

"What are we doing down here? I thought you said you were giving me my first assignment," you ask Steve when you reach the door to the gym. You had been back at the Tower for three long, boring weeks. Your days were spent filling out paperwork, talking to your new therapist and working out. You were ready to get back into the field not spend more time in the gym.

"This is your first assignment," he answers. Sam opens the door and you walk in after both of them.

"What are you talking about?" you ask again, feeling a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

"You have to take the skills assessment course," Steve tells you matter of factly.

You look at him shocked, "Seriously? You do know I'm a super soldier right?"

Sam laughs, "Then you shouldn't have any problems with it old man."

You roll your eyes at Sam and Steve shrugs, "All new members have to go through the skills assessment. It's to evaluate you and see if improvements can be made. It also helps us figure out your strengths and weaknesses so we can decide who to send on which missions. It's just protocol Buck."

You groan and know it's no use to argue with him. Steve has no problems bending or breaking the rules when he thinks they are unjust but this doesn't seem to be one of those times. You cross your arms and say, "Just tell me Sam's not in charge of this."

"No, of course not. The head trainer is, you might have seen her around but I'm not sure if you've met her formally yet. She should be here any minute," Steve checks his watch and the door opens a moment later. "Oh, here she is," he says and you look up.

You can feel your heart stop for a second as you recognize the woman walking into the gym. The first time you saw her was a few days after you moved into the Tower, you had accidentally bumped into her as you were leaving for your run in the morning. You apologized for spilling her coffee and offered to take her to the Cafe for a new one but she declined. She told you not to worry since she was late for work, leaving you on the sidewalk as you watched her disappear into the building. Every morning after that, you timed your run so you would jog past her on your way to the park. She always smiled at you, coffee in hand, as you approached her and you always wanted to stop and talk to her but you never did.

She smiles warmly at all three of you then gives Steve and Sam hugs. You can't help but feel a bit jealous and look down, hoping no one notices.

"Hi, James. Oh, I guess you prefer Bucky right? I'm Y/N," she says, holding out her hand for you to shake it.

You clear your throat and smile. "Right, Bucky. Nice to meet you Y/N," you say as you shake her hand.

"Are you going to let go of her any time soon? We've all got other things to do today," Sam says and you realize you've been shaking her hand for way too long. You open your hand to release her and she giggles.

"That's quiet a firm handshake, Bucky," she jokes as she wiggles her fingers.

You laugh nervously. "You think that's hard, you should feel the metal one," and as soon as you say it you wish you hadn't. What the hell was that, you think to yourself but thankfully she laughs.

"Yea... well as much fun as this... isn't," Sam says, "I think we should head out." He pats Steve's shoulder and motions towards the door.

Steve nods, "Sam's right, don't want to be late for our briefing. Have fun you two."

They both leave and the gym is filled with an awkward silence for a moment until Y/N says, "Alright super soldier, let's see what you've got." She brings you over to the treadmills and says, "I know you already went on your run this morning, think you can handle this?"

You smile, feeling sure of yourself, "It was only ten miles, a few more won't be a problem."

"Great," she answers. Then you watch Y/N turn on several monitors next to the first treadmill while she asks, "Can you take off your shirt?"

You stand behind her a bit confused but who are you to say no to a request like that from her. "Sure," you answer as you pull your t-shirt off and hang it over the railing on the treadmill.

Y/N turns around and stares at you, her mouth hanging slightly open and you smile at the reaction. She clears her throat and picks up a few electrodes, "I umm... I need to put these on you to check your heartrate and breathing." You stand still, letting her place them on your chest and notice she is doing her best to look anywhere but up at you. When she's finished, she turns away quickly and says, "You can put your shirt back on."

You don't say anything as you put it back on while she stares at the monitors and makes a few notes on her tablet. You get on the treadmill then she leans over the rail and pushes a few buttons, turning it on for you.

The belt begins to move slowly and you walk at a leisurely pace. After about five minutes, Y/N reaches over and pushes the arrow a few more times, making more notes as you start to jog. You glance over at her and see her running the end of pen from her tablet gently over her lips as she watches you. She blushes when your eyes meet and she puts the pen in her other hand quickly before adjusting the speed again. Every fifteen minutes, she increases the speed by 5mph or 10mph and makes several notes each time, making sure she checks the monitors as well.

You start to run faster as the speed increases to 20mph. You steal another look over at Y/N as she tucks her hair behind her ear. "How's that feel?" she asks, and for a moment all you can think about it how soft her hair must feel but you know that wasn't the question.

"Relaxing, when are you going to make it a challenge?" you joke. The pace is very close to the one you typically set for yourself when you run through the park every morning.

"We're getting there soldier," she says with a smile as she sets the treadmill to 25mph then 30mph.

You push harder and begin to realize you're getting near your limit. The fastest you've ever tracked yourself was 36mph but that was only for a short distance and you hadn't spent the morning running first. You can feel your leg and arm muscles becoming strained under the constant testing. You run your hand through your hair then wipe away some sweat that is beading on your forehead.

A few minutes later she asks, "Wanna try to raise it a bit more?"

Every muscle in your body says no but you hear yourself say, "Go for it, doll."

With that, Y/N increases the speed to 35mph and you push yourself even harder. Your feet hit the treadmill hard and you pump your arms quickly. You can feel the sweat rolling down your chest and back but you don't quit. You stare straight ahead of you and continue to run full speed when you hear Y/N ask, "Still doing ok, Bucky?"

"Never better," you answer, trying to sound like you aren't breathing hard even though you know she is monitoring you. You look over at her and smile to prove your point and when she smiles back you feel your foot catch on the belt for just a moment too long.

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(Later that day)

"I can't believe you actually tripped and fell off the treadmill," Sam laughs as he sits next to you at the kitchen island.

You groan loudly and put your head down on the countertop, closing your eyes. You've spent the last few hours trying not to relive your morning over and over.

"I can't believe you broke the treadmill," Steve says in a much more serious tone.

"I didn't do it on purpose," you say quietly without looking up.

"Well... I for one am excited to see what you break tomorrow," Sam jokes and you lift your head slowly.

"What?" you ask him.

"When you go back, you know, for the rest of the assessment," he says and your eyes widen.

"Buck, it's a five day course, didn't Y/N explain that to you?" Steve asks.

You shake your head, "No... after I pulled one of the handrails off and the tore a slit in the belt with this," you wave your metal fingers, "She just told me to leave the gym."

Sam tries not to laugh again but Steve doesn't pay attention to him. "I'll talk to her after my next meeting," he tells you.

Just as you are about the get up and hide in your room for the rest of the day, Thor and Loki walk into the kitchen. The fact that they are both laughing strikes you as odd. You've never seen the two gods getting along before but then you see they are both watching something on Loki's tablet.

"You guys watching the video?" Sam asks and Thor nods. You bumped into Nat and Clint on your way up from the gym and they showed you the video. Apparently the assessment was being recorded for training purposes and Tony had 'accidentally' emailed the video to the whole team.

"My brother and I have discovered that it is actually much more entertaining if you watch it at different speeds," Thor says with a wide smile. "I prefer it at two times the normal speed," he laughs and Sam agrees.

"I think half speed is my favorite actually. You can see in your eyes the exact moment you realize you are going to fall and there is nothing you can do to stop it," Loki adds with a grin.

"Hey, good news though," Sam says, pointing to your face, "At least you don't look any worse than you usually do. How did you manage to not break your face?"

"That is an excellent point," Thor says. "I was sure you would have a bruised eye or bloodied nose at the very least."

Loki shrugs, "When you slow it down enough," he turns the tablet towards you and Sam, "You can see Barnes manages to get his hand down just in time to stop his face from hitting the still moving belt."

"Lucky me," you mumble and head out of the kitchen.

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(BUCKY POV - The next morning)

You take a deep breath and open the door to the gym. Y/N is sitting cross legged on the floor, leaning against a column in the middle of the empty gym. "Hi," you say and for some reason you wave even though she is reading.

She looks up from her book and smiles. "Hi Bucky," she responds cheerfully as she gets up. You sigh, letting out the breath you were holding when she smiles at you. You had been so worried she would be upset about what had happened yesterday.

"So... I was thinking we should stay away from anything expensive today," she jokes and you follow her to the back of the gym.

"I've got a good old fashioned punching bag for you," she points to the large bag hanging from the ceiling beam. She explains how the cameras will capture your movements so they can be analyzed afterwards while you wrap up your hands.

You start off slowly, focusing on technique and form rather than pure strength. You move around a bit, getting into a rhythm as you punch the bag, alternating hands. You can feel Y/N watching you but she remains silent, taking notes occasionally.

A few minutes in, you hear the door open and she tells you she will be right back. You watch from the corner of your eye as she gives the young agent a hug. Why did it seem like she gave the perfect hug, and would she ever hug you like that, you wondered as you hit the bag slightly harder. He says something you can't hear but the sound of her laughter fills the gym and you hit the bag again. She crosses her arms around herself as they continue to talk and you continue to hit the bag, alternating hands as you put more force into each strike. Again, he says something that makes her laugh and she hits his arm hard but playfully.

You hit the bag with your metal hand and suddenly realize you've made a huge mistake. The punching bag tears open and sand sprays across the back of the gym.

Y/N and the agent stop laughing abruptly and turn to look at you in shock. The empty bag swings from the ceiling, the chain squeaking is the only sound in the gym.

"Good luck, Y/N" the agent says as he slips out the door.

"So... that happened," Y/N laughs as she walks towards you slowly. You look down, kicking at the sand gently.

"Apparently," you answer, still not making eye contact with her. How could you have been this stupid, she specifically gave this to you so you wouldn't mess up or destroy another piece of equipment and you still did.

The door opens again and the agent looked his head inside. "I forgot, my mom wanted to to ask if you were coming to dinner on Sunday. She said your parents are going to be there," he says, barely stepping inside.

"Oh, uh... yea. Tell her I'll be there," she answers and he shuts the door. She looks up at you and almost as if she was reading your mind says, "That's my cousin, Tyler. It's our grandmother's birthday this weekend."

You nod and realize you might be even more of an idiot than you originally thought you were. Standing in silence, there is suddenly another tearing sound as what is left of the bag falls onto the ground and you sigh.

She puts her hands on her hips and looks around for a moment then says, "I guess I'll get you a broom and we'll call it a day I think."

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spoilers

since mr gaiman said we could maybe write our notes as we watch each episode i’m going to start doing that because i need to understand what happened the whole season LMAO im so distracted by ep*s*d* s*x

Episode 1 – The Arrival

The thing Crowley is holding looks like the thing he used to stop time

His hair is GORGEOUS

He’s so bubbly and wholesome

Aziraphale didn’t know he was helping to make the stars

This is why Crowley wanted so badly to go to the stars with Aziraphale last season

Crowley sort of refers to Aziraphale as kind of below him? Like rank-wise (note Aziraphale is a cherub?)

Aziraphale looked so hopeful introducing himself to Crowley then he doesn’t even tell him his name LMAO

HIS EXCITED SQUEAL

Is this how he wanted to watch the world go in season 1? From space with Aziraphale?

Not aziraphale thinking Crowley was referring to him with the “look at you, you’re gorgeous”

“and I think you’ve done an excellent job” shoot me now

So this is what Crowley is like with a will to live (JOKING)

“stars everywhere” didn’t he say that in the “what are they putting in bananas these days”

Help the music sliding down when aziraphale breaks the news I didn’t notice that before

Crowley’s face

‘call it a nebula’ HE’S SO PROUD OF IT

‘if I was the one running it all’ *immediately looks around nervously*

‘how much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions’ honey you’ve got a big storm coming

THE STARS RAINING AND THE WING AHHHHHH

Love David tennant getting his name before Michael sheen in the credits

We didn’t see the blimps or raining rabbits in this season – s3?

Switched little sign thingies

THE SIGN CROWLEY WROTE ABOUT CLOSING TIMES AHH

“hello Maggie” HIS VOICE IS SO GENTLE

“what if I were to take these Shostakovich records without paying for him” HE SAYS IT SO MISCHIEVIOUSLY  

Also I love some of shostakovich’s pieces

“I’m very good at forgiveness, it’s one of my favourite things” PARALLEL TO “I FORGIVE YOU” RAHHH

I like how you can see crowleys eyes behind his sunglasses

“frozen peas” he’s not letting down his man aziraphale

She has her order memorized AHRIOAA

Head empty no thoughts goob intro

HELP ME THE BARE HUG SQUEEZE I WOULD RATHER DIE

STOP LOOKING UP AND DOWN AZIRAPHALE

‘near one particular person’ ‘no certainly not’ bffr

Was the something terrible thing heaven hunting him down

His smirk at “his royal smugness is in trouble that’s so sad” AHHHH

“you’re funny. I love you” hello?

The fly in the box heh

Aww his face after ‘what box’

I will die for Muriel  

TONE OF VOICE

“go back a long time’ ok

‘because there’s a naked man there?’ JEALOUSSSS

“is it something I can help you with?’ JEALOUSSSS

So like we were right about Crowley eating/drinking really fast

“purely selfish action’ not very angelic of you

I wonder what the rest of his keys are for

HIM PUTTING HIS GLASSES ON THE HORSE LMAO

“ask him properly” I jumped

“I am dusting” HE JUMPED LMAO

Dartmoor sherlock reference I see you

Arguing 25 minutes into the show I see

‘precious, peaceful, fragile’ man

‘if you refuse to help me you’re at liberty to go’ paralleling ep*s*d* s*x is gut wrenching  

“no, I would love you to help me” im crying he really is picking up the pace

How long was that blue car out there for  

Ngl him smiting everywhere was kinda

“you’re misunderstanding me uriel” “im understanding you very well. You think somebody should be giving orders and that someone is you” PARALLEL TO THE END

I unironically love Michael

Crowley looks so tired in his Bentley :(

For a sec I thought we were going to get traitor traitor Crowley  

The way he sprawls lmao

Beelzebub trying to find the man theyre down bad for lmao

The way they converse comfortably instead of Crowley being afraid of Beelzebub  

Aww Maggie being sheltered :(

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY

“theres only room for one of us in this lane and it’s not you” crying

I love how nina remembers people based off their coffee order – That’s Mr Six Shots of Expresso

“my bad” aww

The way he was listing when he did the I was wrong dance WHAT HAPPENED

Were those the years of the flashbacks I’ll check later (1650, 1793, 1941)

I love the dance I need the backstory

“very nice” rolling

“together” im crying

Parenting is going well

‘it would barely move the dials’ okay

They look so determined

Their smiles when they thought they did the miracle right aww

And theres the end of the episode folks what do we think

[fanartandfanfiction]

Leander x f!mc Christmas shopping and kissing under mistletoe? In game he talks about how much he loves decorating and I think it would be super cute to see them going together to shop and do traditional Christmas stuff ❤️

Thank yoooou! I've been on a Leander kick lately so this was fun to write.

Magic Mistletoe

I'm super tired and wrote this in bursts and didn't proof read, so hopefully it's fine, lol!

“ACHOO!”

Leander cringed as Garreth sneezed and loudly blew his nose. 

“Ok, I’mb ready to go!” Garreth said with a stuffed up nose.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re sick and your aunt will kill me if I drag you around in the snow and cold.”

“But I’mb fined!” Garreth blew his nose again. 

“Garreth, go back to bed, it’s alright.” 

“But we’b beend plannig this all week!”

“You sound awful. It’s fine, I’ll see if Charlie wants to go.” 

“Fined.” Garreth signed. 

“Get some rest, I’ll see you later.” Leander grabbed his cloak and headed in the direction of the girl’s dormitory. He knocked on Charlie’s door and waited. 

Charlie opened it and greeted him with a smile. “Hey! What’s up?”

“Hey Charlie. Garreth was supposed to go Christmas shopping with me today but he’s sick. I was wondering if you wanted to go.” 

“Oh, that sounds like fun! I love Christmas. Are you going now?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Ok! Give me five minutes.” Charlie shut the door and Prewett headed down to the common room to wait. 

Charlie came down a few minutes later, and Prewett couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked. She had on skinny jeans tucked into furry boots and a slightly oversized Gryffindor sweater. Her blonde hair was in pigtails and she was wearing a Gryffindor beanie with a large yellow pompom. She was carrying her coat in her hands. “Let’s roll!” 

They decided to take the floo to Hogsmeade since it was so cold. When they arrived in the center of town, they were immediately met with a cacophony of sounds that accompany the chaos of the Christmas season. There were street vendors shouting about their wares, people ringing bells for donations, children running down the street throwing snowballs at their friends…

Prewett let out a happy sigh. “I love the holidays.” 

“Me too. So what’s on your list?” 

Prewett pulled out the list he’d typed on his phone. “I have a big family, so something for my mom, dad, and four siblings. Something for Garreth and his aunt, sometimes I stay with them in the summer. And then some things for my friends, which includes you, so at some point I’ll have to ditch you.” He smiled at Charlie. 

“Let’s get started!” 

Two hours later, Prewett had knocked out half his shopping list. “Wanna stop for some lunch?”

“Sure!” Charlie grinned. 

“My treat, as a thank you for coming with me.”

“Please, I should be thanking you. Natty has a big test in muggle studies and she was getting onto me for breathing too loud. You could have asked me to collect bubotuber pus with you and I’d have jumped at the chance.”

In the winter, Sirona served home cooked soups and stews in the Three Broomsticks, so that’s where they headed. The pub was packed so they were tucked into a small corner booth. 

Prewett had never noticed the small flecks of freckles across her cheeks, and the lopsided smile she flashed when she was teasing him. She had a lovely blush to her face from the cold, so her cheeks and tip of her nose were pink. The way she kicked him under the table…

Wait, what?

“What?”

“I asked you why you were staring at me. Kind of creeped me out a bit.” There was that lopsided smile again. 

“Sorry, I was distracted. I don’t know how I’ve never noticed your freckles before now.”

“I usually cover them up. I don’t care for them.” She blushed self consciously.

“I like them. I think they’re cute.” 

He didn’t realize what he’d said until her blush deepened. He opened his mouth to apologize when they heard another voice. 

“Charlie! Fancy seeing you here!”

“Oh, hello Andrew.” 

Andrew Larson approached their table and was surprised to see Prewett. “Oh, hi Prewett.”

“Larson.” He nodded politely.

“Charlie, thanks again for your help with my history of magic homework.”

“Maybe if you stayed awake, you wouldn’t be struggling.” She flashed that lopsided smile at Andrew. Prewett felt the urge to punch him. 

“Maybe. I’d love to take you out sometime as a thank you.”

“Oh!” Charlie looked surprised. “Um, thanks.” 

“I’ll text you later. See you Charlie.” Andrew smiled widely before leaving. 

“Shit, I think I blacked out for a minute. Did I agree?” 

“You said thanks, so…sort of?”

“Damn. I was caught off guard and panicked. He’s been hounding me to go out with him for a month.”

“And you don’t want to?”

“No. Truthfully, I have my eye on someone else.” She gave him a small smile and he felt a twinge of disappointment. 

“Ah, alright.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Ready for the chaos that is the toy store?”

“Let’s do it!”

The toy store was a madhouse. Frazzled parents were running around and children ran rampant through the store playing with the toys on display. “Alright, I need a doll for my little sister, and something for my baby brother. He’s five. I think if we split up, we can-“ a nerf dart hit him in the side of the head. “Hey!” He looked around for the child who’d shot the dart and saw Charlie, who twirled the nerf gun like a gunslinger and blew the tip.

“Charlie! Focus, we need-“ a dart bounced off his forehead. “Charlie!” 

She giggled and reloaded. “Come on, let’s-“ he dodged as a dart flew past his head. “That’s it!” He found another nerf gun on display and began firing at her. She squealed and ran and Prewett chased her through the store. She darted around the corner and when Prewett turned, he didn’t see her. “Charlie?”

“Freeze, punk!” Charlie put the nerf gun against his temple. 

“Alright, you got me.” Prewett set the nerf gun down and raised his arms. Charlie grinned victoriously and when she’d dropped her guard, he lunged forward and grabbed the nerf gun.

“Noooo!” She giggled and squealed and tried to get the gun back. Prewett held her tightly with one arm and held the outstretched gun in the other. 

“Is there something I can help you two find?” An annoyed shopkeeper asked. 

Prewett cleared his throat. “Apologies. But yes, I’d like four of these, please.” 

The shopkeeper grinned, tallying up the expensive nerf guns in his head. “Excellent choice, sir.”

“Can you point us in the direction of the dolls, please?”

“Two aisles that way.” The shopkeeper smiled. “I’ll have these at the counter for you.”

“Thank you!” The shopkeeper left and Prewett didn’t realize his arm was still around Charlie until he felt her lean back against him. 

“Why’d you get four?” Charlie asked, looking up at him over her shoulder. 

“Two for home, and two for us to shoot each other with, because that was fun. Also, I’d like to shoot Garreth while he’s sleeping.” 

They walked to the doll aisle and Charlie helped him pick out a few dolls for his little sister. After a final stop at Honeydukes, Charlie grabbed his arm excitedly and pointed towards the water. “Look! Ice skating!”

“I don’t know, I’m pretty terrible at ice skating.”

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun! You can hold my hand for balance!”

“Alright, but don’t complain if we both end up face down on the ice.” Truthfully, he’d do anything she wanted to hold her hand. They’d never spent this much time alone together, they were always with Garreth or Natty, and he was quickly realizing that he had a crush. 

He insisted on buying their tickets and renting their skates, and Charlie was practically bouncing with excitement. “I love ice skating, I used to do it competitively.” 

“Woah, really?” 

Charlie nodded. “My dream was to be a figure skater, go to the Olympics… but my parents said that wasn’t a career and it would be a waste of time.”

“That’s terrible. Lots of people are figure skaters, that’s why there’s literally a category for them at the Olympics.”

“Yeah, but they said my studies were more important. They pulled me out of lessons. I still love to skate whenever I can.”

“Alright, I’ll try not to knock you down, but no guarantees.” Prewett stood up on wobbly legs. Charlie took his hand and led him onto the ice. He’d only skated a few times before and he really didn’t want to fall in front of Charlie. He was wobbly, but so far he was good. He was distracted by the warmth of Charlie’s hand. She didn’t have gloves on so it should be ice cold, but it was warm and comforting. She grinned up at him as they skated. 

“Hey, look at you! You’re still standing.” She teased and elbowed him gently. 

“I’m kind of surprised myself. This is going better than usual.”

“Maybe we could try going a little faster? Since we were just passed by an 80 year old?”

“I’ll give it a shot. Um, don’t let go please.”

“I won’t.” She smiled. She laced her fingers through his and they picked up speed. Prewett was grinning. He could do this! He looked down at Charlie, who was absolutely beaming. Then she looked ahead and gasped. He looked up just in time to see a child dart out in front of them. Charlie stopped, missing the child, but Prewett wasn’t able to stop and ended up tugging Charlie. Somehow he ended up in front of her and they went down. 

He landed on the ice with a painful thump, and Charlie landed on top of him. “Oh my god! Are you ok?!” Charlie asked, cradling his head. “You smacked your head on the ice!”

“I’m alright. My back absorbed most of the impact. Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine. Can you stand up?”

“Possibly, if you weren’t sitting on me.” He smiled. 

“Oh god! I’m sorry!” She scrambled backwards and he chuckled.

“It’s fine. I can get up.” He was somehow able to make it to his feet. It wasn’t graceful by any means, but he was standing. “I think I’m going to take a break, but you should keep skating. I’d love to see what you can do when you don’t have a six foot weight dragging you down.”

“Are you sure? We can go!”

“No, go ahead! Show me some of your figure skating skills.”

Prewett made it off the ice and to one of the benches on the side. He was going to be sore tomorrow, but it was worth it. He watched Charlie pick up speed before turning into a graceful spin. She picked up speed again and jumped. Prewett felt his stomach lurch, expecting her to smack into the ice, but she didn’t. She landed and went into a twirl. She spun quickly in a circle, raising her arms above her head and looked so graceful. Finally she exited the twirl and continued skating. 

Prewett saw a hot chocolate stand and decided to get them a couple of cups to warm up. He didn’t know how she wasn’t freezing, because he was. He walked back with the cups and waved her over. She skated over to the edge of the rink and he held up the hot chocolates. She grinned widely before leaving the ice. 

“Perfect! I’m starting to get a little cold, to be honest.”

“I can’t believe you’re not wearing gloves. Or a scarf!”

She shrugged. “My family is from Norway, I’m fairly used to the cold.”

“Here.” Prewett tugged his scarf off and wrapped it around her neck. 

“Don’t you need it?”

“I’ll be fine. We can drink our cocoa and head back. I had fun today. Honestly, probably more fun than I would’ve had with Garreth. I usually just leave him at Zonko’s while I shop.” 

“I’ve had fun today too.” She smiled and squeezed his hand before putting both hands back on her cocoa. After they finished their drinks, Charlie said she wanted to stop by Spintwitches to talk to the owner, Albert. “I’ve done some flying tests for him and I need to tell him that whatever the hell he did last time nearly threw me off my broom.”

As they walked to Spintwitches, Prewett saw a family friend waving at him. “You go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute, I need to say hello to Mrs. Jacobson.” 

She went into the shop and he exchanged pleasantries with the gossipy friend of his mother. Afterwards, he went into the shop where Charlie was explaining what was wrong. He took careful notes and said he’d work on something new. “Ready to go?” Charlie asked. 

“Sure.” Prewett walked up and held the door open for her. As they crossed underneath the door, they became frozen to the spot. “What’s going on!?”

“Ah, you’ve been caught under the mistletoe!” Albie grinned. “Just a little kiss, and then you’re free to go.”

Prewett suddenly felt very nervous. Charlie’s green eyes were looking up at him and he felt like his mouth had gone completely dry. He leaned down and gently kissed her, cupping her cheek with his hand. Her lips felt amazing and he was surprised to feel her kissing him back. Her hands wound around his neck and into his hair and his hands rested on her hips. 

Albie cleared his throat awkwardly and they both jumped apart. “Right, we’ll be going now. Goodbye.” He practically dashed out into the street. He looked down at Charlie and noticed how flushed she looked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t.” She said quickly. Her gaze kept flicking from his eyes to his lips. 

“Um….I-MMPH!” Charlie had yanked him forward by the collar of his coat and was kissing him passionately. When they finally broke apart, Prewett grinned widely. “I love the holidays.”

[neverchecking]

AALIYAH BRINGING HOME A BLANKET AND THATS HOW SHE ANNOUNCES IT! YES!

Sage is so happily delirious that he doesn't stop smiling for a whole two days minimum. (It freaks a lot of people out.) Tia gets given the baby booties and a card that says "World's Coolest Aunty". She's in tears too. Champ of course is sobbing. He's finally going to be an Uncle. (No matter how much Aaliyah and Sage keep teasing him.)

Champ accidentally overhears half the conversation where Sage thinks Tia is pregnant and is immediately off to neuter a certain blue-scarfed knight. And then potentially a wolf-furred rancher or red-scarfed hero. Sage'll help, right? While Aaliyah distracts Tia? (Too bad Tia catches wind of the whole thing. Although it wasn't hard with him screaming profanity halfway across the castle.)

That might be the kickstart for the Three to start explicitly courting Tia, if only for their own safety.

But yes, Baby Fever Exposure Therapy. All the babies. All the children. If they ever have five minutes free? Tia is asking them nicely if they wouldn't mind taking care of the kids? It'll reassure some of the workers to know that their kids are safe without having to worry about them underfoot. Thank you dears!

Aaliyah and Sage know exactly what she's doing. It is sneaky and conniving and it is working. The last bit annoys them the most. Like how dare she encourages their growth and healing by exploiting their love of kids and giving them room to choose.

Aaliyah smiles at every baby in her arms and there are three heroes down. People need to stop giving Aaliyah babies to look after when she's in the presence of the triplets. They are swooning and Champ is actually starting to get concerned.

"On Wednesdays, we wear pink. So you can't sit with us." Aaliyah with a straight face to First who was hoping to have a private tea with Tia , but that damn Sheikah is already there.

I imagine Fox Form Tia has two sizes. One is normal size, travel-sized for convenience if you will, which is best for swiftly taking out a few enemies and the occasional snuggles with Wolfie or someone in need. The other is Giant Horse-sized for when shit's really fucked. Champ likes to sit on her back and fight like that. All three of them can fit on her back and it's fun watching the world burn from that high.

Tia's kinda making the moves, but this is very new to her. She is smooth and confident and sweet and once she's out of their sight, a completely flustered dork. Or until one of them ramps up the flirting and then she's just bright red. She is soo smitten and the twins plus sister-in-law are so mad about it.

THAT WAS THE EXACT VIBE I WAS GOING FOR. Champ being like "I FORBID YOU FROM TAKING ONE STEP OUT THAT DOOR WITHOUT TELLING ME WHO YOU'RE SEEING >:(." Tia is straight up "Alright. YEET!" out the window only to be caught by one of her suitors.

(One of them pulls a really slick move and both Sage and Champ are "Ok I don't like you but that was smooth and I'm using it on my own s/o")

BESTIE I'M THIS 🤏 CLOSE TO PUSHING ALL MY WORK TO THE SIDE AND WRITING THIS OUT FNIFNFI

Sage is like...uncharacteristically friendly. Like, he waves at people thats how happy he is (They send word to the castle to get Tia for help RIGHT NOW). I imagine they tell Tia and Champ together and there's a few seconds of processing before they're freaking. Champ is sobbing and squeezing his twin, who's so happy he doesn't even care. He even hugs back with one arm for a whole three seconds. Tia and Aaliyah are talking about things they don't have to worry about for months yet.

Champ is bursting out the seams trying not to go straight to Zora's Domain to spread the news fonfnf

FNFOBF POOR WARS. Won't even see it coming rfonfnf Especially with SAGE on his side. Aaliyah is trying her damnedest to distract Tia, but she knows them too well. (And champ gets loud when he's angry).

I feel like this is the perfect kickstarter because they survived two out of three guard dogs trying to kill them. They have no more time to waste when it comes to Tia.

OKAY with the Baby Fever Exposure Therapy, imagine the three trying to court Tia bringing in all sorts of kids to distract the trio to actually ask Tia's permission to court her. And the trio can't even do anything because the second one of them leaves, one of the kids notices and starts crying.

Aaliyah and sage knowing and hating that Tia has managed to find a way to get them to lay down like dogs. It's actually kind of funny how quickly they de-escalate when it comes to babies. How dare she look past their defenses and choose to accept them. That's...the opposite of what's supposed to happen!

Wild and Cal have no idea about the baby fever thing and don't really pin her as the type before Sage is giving them a smirk, All like 'Watch and learn boys." And they can only watch as one of the moms in the village they're in (Probably Tarrey Town), lets their toddler down only for the little bean to bolt straight for Aaliyah. Aaliyah who's gone from >:( i hate it here to OH MYGOSH ITS *Insert toddler name* C'MERE BABY LOOK AT HOW BIG YOU'VE GOTTEN :DDD.

It's a one two knock out. Champ is looking into therapists in the area (And psych wards foff)

AALIYAH BEING A MEAN GIRL IS SO CANON FHOFBF Especially with First. She's foiling him ever. Chance. She. Gets. Tia is both amused and fed up with it.

You said travel-sized and I immediately thought of her just poofing into her fox form whenever she doesn't wanna walk and just...scaling one of the trio's legs before wrapping around they're necks to take a little snooze. Or, if wolfie is there, sleeping on his back <33 (I'm assuming this means she knows Twi is wolfie).

FCIFBFB IMAGINE YOUR JUST A RANDOM BOKOBLIN AND IN COMES THIS GIANT ASS FOX WITH FLAME THROWERS AND CANONS AND THREE LUNATICS ON ITS BACK FIFBF I'D QUIT PERSONALLY-

I might've mentioned this in our last one, but I find it so funny that Tia has to make the moves bc the trio won't let the others even think about it. They can't stop Tia. (It is just a little painful listening to her gush about the three like a school girl with her first crush.)

(there are moments when Aaliyah has to pull Sage aside and just be like "I-...I wasn't that bad...right?" and he's like "Nah. I'd know if you were." When they were both, in fact, worse.)

Should one of the three ramp up the flirting, I think that's when they realize if Tia instigates it, the trio won't CAN'T do anything about it. So it becomes a game to them. When Tia falls, it's all over.

RFHFIBFF ITS SUCH A GOOD SCENE

I also feel like they're the type of group, that just-

Tia, sneaking in:

Champ, lighting up a lantern to reveal he was there: Where were you?

Tia:...Out with the sages.

Sage and Aaliyah, lighting their own lanterns from across the room: Wanna try again?

(FBIFB SAGE AND CHAMP JUST "I don't like you, but for ten minutes of alone time with Tia, I get to use that and you can't claim credit for it.")

[niallandtommo]

this has been the worst week of my life and i don’t know what to do with all these thoughts and feelings so i need to write them down somewhere.

i almost lost my sister. no matter how many times i say that it doesn’t feel real. nothing feels real at the moment nothing makes sense. tuesday was a normal day. i saw my mom my sister and my nephew and i went home. my sister also went home and an hour later i get a call from my mom that my sister went into cardiac arrest. on her bike. on the way home. and my nephew was on the bike as well. (my nephew is fine thank god) and i need to say these words even though its the most painful thing to say. my sister was dead for about 2 minutes. her heart stopped beating and she was dead. all her guardian angels were with her because she fell in the best possible spot. feels wrong to even say that but my god she was so lucky. she fell right in front of a doctors office. the doctor heard my nephew screaming and ran outside to start chest compressions. lots of other people helped. someone took my nephew someone else called 112 someone else took her bike. everything happened so quickly but not only did she fall in front of a doctors office she was also literally 500m away from our hospital. and thank god we live in the city so it’s an actual hospital. she went straight to the ICU and was put into a drug induced coma. she is also pregnant. at first the doctors didn’t know what would happen to the baby but it was alive. her damaged heart had to work for 2 people which made everything even more dramatic. they tried to wake her up on wednesday and it worked. she was talking, she remembered her son and her husband and us as a family but she never asked about the baby. maybe she forgot that she was pregnant for a while we will never know. she was confused she didn’t understand what happened and she kept forgetting stuff that happened recently so her short term memory was still not working properly.

the last 6 days have been the worst days for me and my family. we have never been so scared and worried. i talk about my family all the time. everyone who knows me even a little bit knows that my family is all i have. it’s the only thing that keeps me alive. so waiting for new information, trying to be normal in front of my nephew, sleeping, eating, even breathing has been very difficult.  

the good news is she is doing so much better. better than anyone expected. it’s a miracle. the doctors said they have never seen such a quick recovery. yesterday she has been transfered from the ICU to a general ward. even the baby is doing ok as far as the doctors can tell. she has to wear one of those wearable defibrillators now in case her heart stops again. her heart is still very weak and we’re all still worried that it could happen again. 

i don’t understand what happened here. i don’t understand why this had to happen. my sister has always been the positive one, the most optimisitc one. maybe that’s what helped her to recover so quickly. my family has been praying non stop. lots of people are checking in which is amazing because it feels good to know that so many people love and care about my family. 

i didn’t wanna come on here because it’s not important but i needed a distraction and my sister has her phone back and she’s been talking to us all day and i just needed to write this down somewhere. it’s gonna take a while to understand what happended here. don’t know if it will ever make sense. my sister was so incredibly lucky. i don’t know what i would do without any of my family members but i don’t even wanna think about this. everyone keeps saying it but everything can change from one minute to the next. i have never been so scared before. this is all so surreal i don’t even know what to do with myself. everything feels wrong. watching tv feels wrong, laughing feels wrong, doing normal every day stuff feels wrong.

you all know how much i love my family. this is my and also your reminder to never take a day with your loved ones for granted. i already spend more time with my family than anyone else i know we see each other 3-4 times a week. we all live so close and i’ve never been more grateful for that. i have always enjoyed every second with them but now i will do it even more. please tell your loved ones that you love them. don’t wait too long to see them don’t put it off and wait until it’s too late. life is so fucking short and fragile and i never want anything like this to happen to anyone. 

i will probably be back soon i just need some time because it feels wrong to reblog stuff on here as if nothing happened. i love you all. 

[agerestorybits]

I saw you posting about chronic pain earlier, I am luckier than most, the most I get is flair ups of arthritis every now and again. Maybe I could get an agere story with Roman having chronic pain and not wanting to admit it. but Remus knows and kinda secretly outs him to the others about it, so they can all take care of him and shower him in love and heating pads and cookies? Remus apologizes to Roman later for telling the others but he knew they needed to know in case Roman was little and had a bad pain day and Remus wasn't around to help. Roman forgives him but says Remus still owes him ice cream.

Warnings- chronic pain, being poisoned, talk of spiders, food

Little Roman, Cg everyone else kinda.

Chronic illness was the bane of Roman's existence.

For starters, He had pain flare ups weekly. Closer together if he pushed his limits, (Something he tended to do) and even doing things he liked felt like trying to climb a cliff face with no gear. Not to mention he didn't tell anyone about it. He could be dramatic but he didn't want to risk telling them and they say he is overreacting. He hurt! That was real! And being told he didn't... It wasn't something he wanted to deal with.

So grinning and bare it, or going and hiding away till the pain passed. He would spend a couple days hidden away I his room "Working" while he was resting in bed. Of course he was actually working too. Having nothing to distract him from the deep constant aches and sharp pains of movement would be torture. So writing or drawing was his main comfort. Thinking about plot lines and story beats was like a breath of fresh air to the bed ridden Prince.

It was on the really bad days, the ones with brain fog and hand aches and shakes that were the worst. The days where escaping into his art wasn't an option and he was stuck in his own head feeling every single bit of pain. without relief. These were the days he tried his best to avoid.

Of course Remus knew about this. Remus kicked his door down once when he was laying in bed resting in pain and demanded why Roman was still moping. Roman explained his problem and Remus firmly put his foot down that Roman was NOT going to be going through this on his own anymore. So even though Roman never asked him for help Remus started showing up when Roman was at his lowest and cheering him up.

Even going so far to take care of him when he regressed due to the pain and stress.

His regression was another thing that he kept to himself, and Remus invited himself in on the secret. It was comforting to have Remus to rely on when the days got hard and everything hurt.

---

Remus had gotten really good at taken care of his baby brother. He even managed to get Roman to text him a crying emoji when he needed help or company. Something Remus would answer in a heartbeat or as fast as he could deranged himself from whatever he had been doing.

Today he had gotten mildly poisoned and was loopy and tired. To the point that standing was hard and his vision was doubling. He really needed to stop giving his bugs poison attacks. He had gotten back and collapsed in bed before passing out.

He woke up to four messages from Roman. Each an hour apart. The first three were the crying emoji and the last was just "Bubba?" fifteen minutes ago. Remus cursed loudly as he tried to get his limps to work and get out of bed to go help Roman. His balance was off and he managed to stumble his way to the door before falling out into the hallway.

"Remus are you ok?" Patton asked panicked as Remus blinked and shivered violently.

"Roman...needs me." Remus said as Patton helped him to his feet and The others looks up at him as Patton helped him to the couch.

"You got poisoned again didn't you?" Janus said flatly before going to grab an antidote for him.

"Don’t worry about me. Roman has spiders." Remus said trying to get them to understand Roman needed help right now.

"spiders?" Logan asked.

"Pain is like spiders" Remus said.

"What?" Virgil asked. Remus put a finger over Virgil's lips.

"Hey no, Shh let me finish. Pain is like a spider on your arm. If you like spiders, It doesn't bother you as much but you still know it's there."

"But if you hate them it's all you can think about." Logan said.

"And even if you like spiders, a bunch is still too many." Remus said.

"Spider limit." Virgil said looking down.

"My spider limit is zero spiders." Patton said.

"The spiders are a metaphor for pain." Logan said.

"Yeah! And I don't like any pain." Patton said, before he looked over towards Roman's door. "He has a lot of spiders right now huh?"

"Right! So as soon as I get...get the antidote. I need to go take care of him." Remus said closing his eyes as a wave of dizzy crashed over him making the room spin.

"OH no you won't. " Janus said pressing a glass to Remus' lips. A cherry medicine flavored drink was poured into his mouth. "We will be taking care if both of you."

Remus swallowed the medicine before huffing. "I don't need...taking care of." Remus said firmly trying to stand only to fall back onto the couch.

"Of course not." Janus said dryly.

Janus then picked Remus up bridal style and started towards Roman's room. "What are you doing?" Remus asked clinging to Janus's shoulders as the world spun.

"It's easier to take care of both of you if you are in the same place. "Janus said as he opened Roman's door and walked in. He set Remus down on the bed next to a sleeping Roman who woke up at the movement.

---

Roman woke up to see Bubba in bed next to him. He did come to help him! Maybe Bubba had just got super busy and didn't see the texts till now. That was fine! He was here now and he was gonna make it better and... Roman sat up and froze as Janus stood next to the bed and everyone else was coming in too.

no. they couldn't be here! They were gonna make fun of him for being weak. "Bubba." Roman whimpered hiding in Remus' side tears coming to his eyes.

Bubba hugged him tightly. "It's alright. You're safe. No one is gonna be mean. They just want to help."

"We really do." Janus said softly as Roman peeked up at him. Roman glanced at Logan, Patton and Virgil. All of whom looks concerned instead of angry.

"Smoothie and movie?" Roman asked in a half whisper.

"Get the baby his smoothie!" Remus said loudly almost flopping out of the bed. Janus put him back.

"Stay still idiot." Janus hissed.

Roman jumped a bit as Logan touched his shoulder. "What type of smoothie?" He asked softly.

"Blueberry." Roman asked. "Please." He added before looked back at Bubba. He was shaking and sweaty, and he looked really really tired. What was wrong with him? Was he sick too?

"I'll be back with the smoothie." Logan said.

"I'll set up the movie." Virgil said going over to poke the t.v. on Roman's dresser.

Patton walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to Roman as Janus and Remus started arguing over Remus' health. "What happened? Remus said you were hurting?" Roman looked tired but other than that he liked fine. No cuts or bruises.

Roman shrunk into Remus' side away from Patton which caused Patton to raise his eyebrows and let his hand fall. Slightly hurt that Roman seemed afraid of him.

Remus cut off his argument with Janus to looked down at his brother who was trying to burrow into his side. "Hey, Your going to hurt yourself more if you get all upset. What's wrong?"

"My bones hurt." Roman whined a bit. It felt like every joint in his body was filled with a dull throb of pain that got worse as time went on. "all of them."

"Your bones?" Patton asked confused.

"He has some kind of chronic pain problem. Makes his joints ache." Remus said causing Roman to tense.

"You said you wouldn't tell!" Roman cried shaking as he was ready for everyone to tell him he was overreacting and then Remus would believe them and he would be alone to deal with it again!

"That sounds awful." Roman sniffed as Patton ran a comforting hand through his hair. He blinked as he looked up.

"Does he need pain meds?" Virgil asked setting the t.v. remote down. Moana pulled up on screen. Roman's current Comfort film.

"Two of the ones that Logan made for the bad stuff." Remus said. That had more effect on everyone then Roman thought it would.

"Jeez and You've been trying to deal with this alone?" Virgil said leaving to get the meds.

"I'll grab the comfort bear." Patton said going to get the stuffed bear that Roman liked to hold when he got overwhelmed.

"Remus, You are going to have to rest now. Roman is going to need cuddles." Janus said firmly shoving Remus so he was laying down and tucking the blankets in around them.

Roman blinked away tears as he watched everyone bustle around to get things. To help him.

---

"I'm still mad at you." Roman huffed as the movie played and everyone was sitting around close by watching it. Smoothie in a sippy cup that no one batted an eye at. Bear tucked between him and Remus.

"You can fight me over it later." Remus said feeling almost completely back to normal.

Roman hummed and snuggled down closed. The pain meds has eased the pain and with it the adrenaline keeping him awake. He let his eyes slid closed as the movie continued on screen.

[thatbtssong]

meant to be

summary: Namjoon and Jimin went to a museum date (but they don't know it is), turns to be the most romantic thing they do togheter.

or where Namjoon doesnt know how to tell Jimin that he loves him. like a lot.

tags: friends to lovers, nam is over heels for jm, also jm, shortau minimoni idontknowhowtousetags, thisismyfirsttimewrittinghere

hello! before u start reading i have to tell u that i speak spanish so,,,, english isnt my first language but i have a pretty good level i gues. i have this story runing on my mind since nam upload that pic with jm in the art gallery! and i cant sleep so im just writing, my first time writing about a ship!!! omg im so excited, hope u enjoy it! and pleaseeeee (please!!!!!) let me know what do u think pls :)

this was inspired from a tweet I SWEAR TO MY MOM THAT I SAW!!! AND I PUT THAT FCKN HEART ICON!!111!1!!!! but i dont find it anymore so now, the history behind the art work its fake ok peace out

Namjoon don't have any hope when he ask Jimin to come with him to this new art gallery that just open in town.

He knows Jimin also enjoys art, so, why not?

And why he was so douboting to ask his friend to come with him?

It's whats friends do, right? hang out and stuff like that. He has no reason to be so nerveous about hanging out with his long time friend Park Jimin.

But when he saw Jimin coming to the main entrance of the museum, he feels his hands shaking because how it's possible for a person to be this beautiful?

He can't see his smile while he's walking to his way but he swears he's doing that shy and shiny smile that tempts Namjoon to be ready to kneel down. He gulp, trying to disappear the nervousness.

It was just another friends outing, so why he feels like his heart it's going to explode when Jimin take of his mask just to show his beautiful smile.

"Hyung! Sorry for make you wait. I didn´t know the bus station was so far from here, I have to walk like fourteen minutes." says breathless, he is so ashamed to make him wait. But Namjoon don't mind.

Namjoon smile tendersly and put his big hand on the shoulder of the tiny man in front of him. Namjoon can feel the results of those sessions in the gym where they go together.

"Don't worry, Jimin, next time you should call me and I come for you on my bike."

The exibitions are beautiful, Jimin loves hearing Namjoon chat about his perspective about the scultures and art paintings, he loves how serious and passionate he sound about it.

Jimin also wonders if he is that way when he loves someone.

In the past ten years, since they met, Namjoon has only a boyfriend, but most of the relationship he was abroad. He was an art curator, the one who introduce Namjoon to the art and make him fall in love with it. Jimin barely hears about this guy, Namjoon barely spoke about him. He knows he was in England and that in the three years of relationship Nam travels four time to see him and the other guy just two.

One day, the pictures on instagram disappeared. And that was how Jimin knew Namjoon was already single.

In that moment, Jimin didn´t have any loving feelings for his friend, seriously, he was enjoying life.

But this man become brawny and spoke more (because he is a little shy, don't let his muscles distract you) and tell smart things that Jimin can´t help but developed a crush for him.

He was aware he is handsome, but when he was taken he didn´t see it.

Jimin is open about his loving feelings for his friend (only with his other friends), but he didn't want to make the first move. Not since that incident on Taehyung's birthday, when he was -not that- drunk and try to kiss Namjoon and he just move his face away and then, he just disappear.

The next day, he just want to hit his head against the wall.

Namjoon abrouptuly stops in front of a painting. This has different shades of color blue, like a mix between the ocean and the sky, a lot of squares that have inside white dots. He is complety absorved by this painting.

In someone else eyes, maybe this is too simple, too boring; but not in his. He knows what this painting means, he hear the painter interview. He read about it. He, also, was reading the description on the left side of the painting.

"In every ocean, In every sky, I´ll can find you. In every universe, I can find you. We are meant to meet, meant to be. No matter how long the road gets or how violent the storm become, we are wainting for eachother somewhere near."

There's a work of art in front of Jimin, actually there's a room full of works of art but he can't help. He can't help himself but fall in love with Namjoon everytime he's near him.

Namjoon doesn't know about his feeling, but maybe, he's aware. And if not, Jimin think he would have to be oh so naive.

"What do you think about this paint, Jimin-ah?" Namjoon ask, so offish.

Jimin clears his throat before he can says something. Yes, he enjoys art gallerys but he doesn´t know anything compared to Namjoon; he just like the colors from this painting, and he can say that the lightning it´s awesome.

"It's so cool hyung, I like the colors and those little dots," he says so sure of himself, even is this was just a vague reply.

Namjoon laughs a little under his breath, he finds Jimin so cute because he would never let him see insecure. He find that cute and wants to just kiss him until his lips burn.

"Yeah, it is. The painter made this in honor of his lover, he was searching to express his feeling about how he think he would find her in every life, no matter how many oceans or skies he has to cross," Namjoon sound so passionate about it that Jimin can´t help but get lost -again- into him, "I mean, I know you could maybe only see different shades of blue and white, but trust me, there's more behind it. I find it beautiful how subjective and interpretative art can be."

Namjoon sigh and Jimin can't help but feel jealous about some paintings. He want that Namjoon sigh for him.

If only he knows.

"Would you like to take a picture here? I think we contrast with this one." Namjoon ask after a few minutes in silence. He get more nerveous, thinking that maybe Jimin get bored.

"Oh, of course hyung, I would love it."

Namjoon reach a girl who was pasing by to ask her if can take a picture of them, and after a few shots, she returned his phone to him.

The tall boy is trying really hard to hide his smile, but why Jimin has to be the cutest boy in the whole world?

"We look good together, even if we are backwars" Jimin say softly while leaning his head on Namjoon's shoulder. To have a better view of the picture, of course.

"Yes, I think the same" Namjoon say without thinking. Jimin can feel him get tense.

"Nam, what would you think if here was painting of me?" Jimin ask, shamesless.

Namjoon is thinking in silence his next words. He is aware of what would he think, because he is afraid of the consecuences of his words could cause.

"That the painter is in love with you, because there's no way someone paints you witout loving you so much and make you a work of art."

Jimin knows he said it seriously, but it was too cute and fuuny at the same time.

"Hyung, you make me laugh"

Namjoon laughs too, but not in a funny way.

"I'm glad to make you laugh but im serious; I believe painters paint pretty skies and fancy gardens because they see the beauty in them, and they make those paints something beautiful and alluring to watch. You're a living work of art, Park Jimin."

Namjoon's eyes feels like they're seeing his soul, unlike Jimin's, that are lost in every inch of his face. He get lost inside his words and everything that adorns his handsome face.

"I've been waiting more than a year to hear from your lips that this feeling, that burns inside my chest, it's mutual. And it was more better than I'd ever imagine, hearing you said in your particular way to be."

They close the space between their faces joining their foreheads. Laughing but, this time, because they know there's no going back.

"Can I kiss you now?" Namjoon ask only for Jimin to hear. The younger boy laugh and it sound heavenly to the oldest.

"Only if you don't run away this time," Jimin jokes and Namjoon just shakes his heads laughing softly.

"You were drunk, what if I let you kiss me and the next day you said me it was a mistake? At that time, I already was deep down with you."

"Or maybe we could have saved all this wasted of time. Be brave, Kim Namjoon."

And after that life advice, Jimin kiss Namjoon. It feels like fireworks, like if they are the only ones in the art gallery.

If you think, this is romantic. Like a classic romcom. Jimin can't help but laugh inside his mind, now he is bussy kissing (finally) the man of his dreams. And the dirties too.

When the kiss is over, Namjoon look into Jimin's eyes again, his hands still in Jimin's puffy cheeks, but this time, he took a few seconds to look at Jimin's face; he can't believe he is actually this close to him.

"I really, really, really like you and I would love to be more than a friend to you," Namjoon confessed.

"More, like... a brother? Should I'd call you dude or something?" Jimin loves to joke and Namjoon maybe loves to roll his eyes for his antics.

"Whatever you want to be with me, as long you let me kiss you." He didn't lose the opportunity to left a quickly peck on his full lips.

Namjoon loves Jimin lips and he can't believe he has now the opportunity to kiss them whenever he likes.

"I want to be whatever with you, as long you let me hear all your bad jokes and smart chats that turns me on," Jimin says happily, unlike Namjoon who has to hide in the space of Jimin's neck to hide his blush.

He was so nervous at first, but now, he is happy.

Because no matter how much time they waste, they are meant to be.

And they will always going to find a way to them.

I start writing like aftermidnight and now its 4:30 AM omgggg my eyes hurt.

This is something short and cheesy but hope you like it! also is the raw version, i dont edit anything T.T but id surelly would do it.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT DO YOU THINK!!1!!!11!!!

[the-violet-void]

did I ever tell the story of how I started smoking weed on here? I don't think I did, so here we go!

for a little background: I grew up the most anti-drug and alchohol kid. I would berate my dad for having a glass of wine or a bottle of beer, when I was older I would write multiple paragraphs on Facebook about how it was disgusting and filthy and everyone who does it is worth less as a person, etc.

basically I SUCKED.

then one day I find out that my brother's been smoking weed. he got arrested on my birthday for it, btw, that's how I found out. at first I was upset, because it put a damper in my birthday celebrations, but I decided to take the opportunity to learn what it was really like from him and found that it wasn't as scary sounding as the D.A.R.E. fellas made it seem.

then I started seeing videos of people using medically to great effect, and learned that no one has ever died from its use. I figured I wasn't going to smoke it myself, but I wasn't going to judge anyone for it

then New Years 2019 happened.

I was at my mom's house with my dad, brother, and his girlfriend (at the time) (K from here on) and friend (T from here on). we were just sitting in the living room hanging out, just after midnight (I think), and my brother is convincing my dad to try weed

he was successful, so we headed down to the basement. on the way down my curiosity got the better of me and I spoke up. "I'll try some, just a little". of course everyone was really shocked and my response was a really laid back "fuck it, it's New Years" which even suprised me

so we make it to the back room of the basement where they smoked, my brother packs a bowl, and tries to teach us how to use a bong. we decided it would be easier if he handled all that stuff for us and we just worried about inhaling

my dad goes first, then I take a hit. just a small one. a few minutes later I started feeling the effects and I thought they were actually rather nice so my brother asked if I wanted a bigger hit. I said yes

this was a mistake.

while he was lighting the bowl, my brother got distracted talking to K and let it just kinda go for a while. I figured it was just how long a normal hit went for so I just kept inhaling. I realized I was in trouble when T's mouth went agape as he was wide-eyed staring dead at me. finally my brother pulls the bowl and I get multiple lung fulls of smoke all at once and immediately cough the contents of said lungs up

there was a moment of silence before we headed upstairs to watch a movie. they put on this comedy that I don't remember anything about besides the scene where some guys are getting stopped by cops and the guy in the back seat thinking he needed to eat all the drugs they had, only to find out that the cop was stopping them for some menial reason and just told them to have a nice day, and the shot with the boobs in it

at first I felt ok. I started noticing that I could feel like kind of an energy moving in a certain direction, and that was cool, but things quickly went south. I found myself anxious and panicked. I spent most of the movie rocking back and forth hugging a pillow. K let me know that eating snacks can help, so I stuffed my face full of stale cheetos for a while. through all of this I found myself almost convinced that I was hallucinating everything and I was actually on the ground in a puddle of my own bodily fluids

also I don't know if the weed had anything to do with this but when I went to use the restroom I saw myself in the mirror and silently cried for a while because I was so dysphoric. it hasn't happened before or since so maybe but Idk

long story short it was awful, and I decided I would never do it again

a little over a month passed and during that time I came to understand that I had most certainly overdosed. I figured I'd give it another go, so on my birthday (Feb. 7th) that year I asked my brother for a hit. I took a slightly bigger hit than my very first one and found it very enjoyable.

since then almost every time I visited I would take a hit, increasing the dose over time and getting used to it until I was taking pretty big hits like it was nothing.

I've been in love with weed ever since

[dr4kenlvr]

𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙠𝙮𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨

a/n: i did these with the aot scouts and warriors. these are fun to write and i want to wake up next to draken okay anyways enjoy please

part 1 / part 2 / …

MIKEY: he wakes up with no knowledge of what time or day of the week it is. is a complete baby in the morning and can't seem to function properly. you're more than likely to be up before him, so it's up to you to now wake him up. resembles a cat when he whines "mm no baby, 5 more.. more minutes." and pushes his face into your neck before he starts to snore again. he's more than likely to be clingling onto you too. when he finally gets up, his hair will be a mess and his eyes will barely open. often tells you that the only way to wake him up is with a kiss (pls give him one).

DRAKEN: (this is all i want in life) you awake to the feeling of two protective arms wrapped tightly around you. draken does this every night, unconsiously or not— you're going to wake up to his arms around you and his chin propped atop your head. sometimes he wakes first, if so, he'll be careful when manuvering himself to not distract you. when he feels like you two should get up, he tends to rub gentle circles on your skin to coax you up. gruff "'mornin"s and soft "sleep well hm?"s. loves loves loves seeing you in the morning, thinks you look amazing despite your futile protests.

BAJI: this guy snores like a father and always has his leg thrown over your stomach no matter what position he fell asleep in, so yeah, you're waking up first. he likes to sleep with your head on top of his arm, so he can wrap it around you. that way, you can't leave or else "you'll wake me up, and that's like dangerous territory babe." he's such a dork i hate him. despite his hold on you, you're able to turn your face over to face him; peppering kisses over his jaw and cheeks until he groggily wakes. "nngh, hu-h? what? oh, well good morning to you too," - before he grabs your face and kisses you right back (makes fun of your morning breath ok bye next)

CHIFUYU: i feel like he sleeps the most normal of them all. so it varies who wakes first between you two: sometimes him, sometimes you, sometimes simultaneously. and unlike baji, he's quite modest with sleeping positions so you won't wake up with a massive weight on top of you. instead, you'll stir from the prickling sensation of peke j rubbing his fur all over you and chifuyu. "shit peke j stop! y/n's still sleeping!" cue chifuyu climbing over you to get peke j on his side, thus waking you up in the process. "ah shit, sorry.." but he gives you a sweet good morning kiss to make up for it. rest assured he's too cute, you could never be mad at him for long.

TAKEMITCHI: baji 2.0 LMAO he sleeps like a rock too. when you stir awake, you 90% of the time find him fallen half-off the bed, yet still dead asleep. it's a funny habit he has and you never forget to snap a quick shot of him in such a position (you have a folder in your gallery and it's got over 20 pics). when you yank him up, he jolts awake and immediately asks "H-HUH? A-ARE YOU OKAY Y/N?" mf thought something happened to you (how sweet), but he's embarrased all over again when you show him the photo of his glamourous drool-stained face.

MITSUYA: on more occasions than one, you'll awake alone in mitsuya's bed. no, not because he abandoned you; he wouldn't dream of it— but because he had to take care of something for his siblings. whether that's prepping their school lunches, breakfast, a morning bath, or helping them with their hair (or all tbh). right after though, mitsuya will make his way back to you and gently wheedle you up so that the two of you can enjoy a nice, fulfilling breakfast together. sometimes though, he'll give into his temptations and fall right back into bed with you. he'll get comfortable once again and fall asleep for another half hour to the sound of your quiet breathing.

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @faetarou @eriskaitto @kazuhoya (send an ask or dm to be added <3)

[beeindaclouds]

Comforting them when they're upset pt. 1 ༘ *

Pairings: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Wilbur Soot, Eret, Punz, C! Technoblade × Reader

Dream

This man overworks himself too much

Like when he starts doing something he HAS to get it done as soon as possible or it'll bother him for the rest of the day

I mean, he literally played Crab Game for a whole day-

And because of this, he gets frustrated and tired very easily

So, after everything is done and he is satisfied with what he was doing, he'll run to you

Without saying a word he'll throw himself on you and stay there for the rest of the day

You can't really do much when he is working, cause that'll just frustrate him more, so you do your best and more whenever he is done

You two cuddle, watch movies or just even talk so that he can rest a little

You'll even cook, or if you can't, try, for him

And you make sure that your little helper Patches keeps Dream company while you're away

"You need to stop overworking yourself"

"But you take good care of me"

"That's not an excuse-"

Georgenotfound

I don't think he gets upset much

So in rare times that he does it becomes your number one goal to help him feel better

He's not gonna tell you he's upset but you've known him long enough and know when something is bothering him

You'll start doing little things for him, just to try and bring his mood up a bit

Even simple things like filling up his water bottle while he's streaming

After a while he'll flash you a small smile or just a signal to tell you that he's ok, and a little thank you for everything you've done

And not only is your goal accomplished but he'll be stuck to you for the rest of the day as a thank you

"How do you deal with me?"

"I don't know, ask your parents"

"WOW ok"

Sapnap

I feel like when he's upset he gets a bit angry

He'll need a few minutes to calm down before going to you

Unlike Dream though he doesn't jump on you, especially if you're in the middle of doing something, he would just stare at you and hope you notice him

You just catch a glimpse of someone near your door, only to find your very adorable boyfriend staring at you with this upset look on his face

Now we don't want that, do we?

So you'll invite him to your room, make him sit down and tell you everything he needed if he wanted to

And, in case he doesn't want to talk, you'll try to distract him, maybe go skating or watch some anime

After he feels better he'll shower you in kisses and sorry's, to which you shut him up cause you never want to see him upset

"But you were cleaning-"

"Doesn't matter, we could be on fire and I'd still help you first"

"Ok let's not go that far-"

Badboyhalo

I just want to say that if I EVER see Bad upset I will kill everybody and then myself :)

ANYWAY, I feel like he cries whenever he's really upset

And you are quickly by his side, no questions asked

You could be on the other side of the world and you'll feel like something's wrong

Ok...maybe too far, but you get the idea

You two will just sit there, you drying his tears as he hiccups his way through explaining why he's upset

Of course Rat comes to the rescue and you two make Bad happy again

And you'll throw some jokes here and there cause why not

"No more tears, or I'll eat them"

"What?"

[I got sad writing this, idk why T^T]

Wilbur Soot

He gets quiet, like abnormally quiet

Tries to act like nothing happened by going on with his day

But obviously you know him better then that

You can't force it out of him, so you wait for him to make the first move

I feel like he'll get his frustration out through playing with his guitar, just to let some steam out

And once he's done he'll tell you everything

You'll let him talk, giving your input if needed

He'll feel better after talking to you

Maybe even thank you with a little song

"You know you're scary when you get quite"

"Then buckle up cause I'm about to sing your ears of love"

Eret

Eret's another one I feel like doesn't get upset very much, and if they do they don't show it

So for them to come to you means something big must've happen

But they'd talk about it like nothing happened

Just nonchalantly tells you everything while you look at them like "why are you so calm about this?!"

At this point you are ready to take matters into your own hands while Eret is just over it

"So you're telling me they did all this and you're just ok with it?!"

"I mean it doesn't really matter, they're not important"

"YEAH BUT-"

Punz

Another angry boy

He need his space first, then he'll come to you

No matter what you're doing, just picks you up and cuddles you for the rest of the day

Maybe after a few hours he'll tell you what happen and nuzzle into your touch to stay calm

And then you spend time by playing video games and being teased by him cause 'you suck'

Oh but when you win, it's cheating lol

"I want a rematch, you cheated."

"HOW?! It's your console."

"Your point?"

C!Techno

With everything he does, between wars and farming, I'm not surprised he gets upset quiet frequently

And just like wilbur, he gets quiet and he'll isolate himself

He'll come home, drop his things, and hide in his room for hours

You can't really do much here, you know that Techno needs his space

And because it happens quiet often, it has become like a little routine for you

Whenever he gets upset and closes himself in his room you'll leave him food and drinks at his door, knocking on it to let him know it's there

After dinner you'll sit by his room, waiting patiently for him to come out

Knowing that you always do this, the piglin hybrid will let you in

Sometimes he tells you what happened sometimes he doesn't

But he'll always take the time to tell you how grateful he is for everything you do for him

"The food was good by the way"

"The blood god himself just complimented my food, has the time for raining pigs come?"

"Shut up nerd"

Part 2

[luveline]

hi jade!! i’ve been dealing with some really awful chronic pain lately and your writing has been a lovely distraction. v self indulgent but if u don’t mind, would you please write some sirius or james and a reader dealing with chronic pain? no pressure at all and pls just ignore this if it’s something you’re not comfortable writing!! thank u ^_^

p.s. do u listen to flatsound? i feel like u might vibe with his music based on your writing/some of the songs you’ve posted about but sorry if i’m totally off base https://open.spotify.com/track/0nO25NiPrKX64oy7lz5ZaJ?si=cjPVgdb6Qh2QVRi9LUoqIQ

hi! tysm for ur request I hope this is ok! <3 i don’t listen to flat sound very often but i love you are the coffin and learning to hate you <33

"Are you warm enough?" James asks you, trying not to turn you both around and march you home. 

"I'm warm, just…" hurting, you don't say. 

He doesn't let any of his worry or anxiety show, instead taking your fingers in his. "Halfway done," he reminds you. 

He doesn't like doing this, doesn't like taking you on these long walks when he knows what you really want is to sleep until it goes away, but it won't. Maintaining some light exercise is good for you and you both know that, and so you walk. 

"Maybe we can go swimming tomorrow instead of walking," he suggests, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. 

You manage a smile, looking at him impishly. "Maybe. Get to see you in your shorts, then." 

"Baby, you can see me in my shorts whenever you like." 

You laugh and shudder, a twinge of pain evident on your face. He doesn't know whether it's best to comfort or ignore, but you power through. He turns his head from you and sighs, looking out over the dreary, misty landscape. It's cold enough that mist rises from the lake in the near distance. 

"You're sure you're not too cold?" 

"Jamie, you can't do anything even if I was. We're basically already on the way home." 

"You don't think I could?" 

You take a wobbly step over a pebble and he tightens his fingers around yours like it might help your balance. You look cute in your winter clothes. Your hair is slipping from the updo he'd managed to scrape it into this morning for you, and he sets about fixing it, tugging your hand to make you stop. 

"Two seconds, sweetheart." 

You still and let him mess with your hair. It takes a moment where you sway and he worries after you, planting a kiss against the exposed nape of your neck when he finishes. 

You tilt your head back. 

He presses another to the side of your neck, hands scrubbing the arms of your coat. He hopes you can feel the heat of his hands through so much fabric. 

You set off again, approaching the hill that leads off of the grass paths and onto your street. You're about halfway up the hill when you ask him, "How… how long 'til I can have more?" You’re panting slightly. 

He stands behind you in case you slip on one of the rocky footholds. The hill isn't steep, but it is treacherous and slippery in the cold. 

He turns his wrist to check his watch, the time you'd last taken painkillers written on his arm in biro. 

"'Bout 45 minutes. S'bad?" 

You scramble up the last stretch of hill and turn sideways to watch him follow. "It's alright," you say, offering him your hand. Even hurting, you pull him up the hill. 

"Feeling less stiff?" he asks. 

"Yeah. Thanks, James. For looking after me."

He steps shoulder to shoulder with you. "You do it all yourself, bub. I'm just eye-candy." 

"Very much so," you agree, poking his bicep.

"What's your plans at home? Bath first? Or should we do something fun?" 

"Like what?" you ask, sounding excited. 

He rolls his eyes and clears his throat like a gentleman offended. "I hope you don't mean what I think you mean." 

You bump his elbow with yours. "Depends. What do you think I mean?" 

"You want to play Yahtzee." 

"How did you know?" you ask, words drowning in ire. 

"You get out the bath and do your stretches properly and I promise we'll do whatever you want."

Your smile is glowing.