#simultaneously adorable and OUCH

[tasam1075]

This still has me stumped - I've been working on it for months and I still can't get it right.

This is good as I've got at the moment

Sqwished Sissys

Maddie just smiled at the sight of both her husband and daughter completely transfixed by the image on the screen, it was difficult to tell who was more fascinated by the sonogram images.

"Sissy's all sqwishd"

Maddie tried not to laugh at Chloe's observation, she did have to admit that the twins did look to be squished after all.

Eventually, with the required photograph(s), they managed to prise Chloe away from the image on the screen.

It not without some difficulty that Chloe could be persuaded to put 'her sissys' down long enough for a relaxing family lunch, much to Maddie and Virgil's relief.

Scott and Becky, despite Scott's reticence, did manage to do a bit of shopping.

Somehow Scott seemed to enjoy buying toys and games for Chloe even if he hated clothes shopping with Becky.

When the two of them stopped for lunch they were both glad for the fact that it was just the two of them, able to enjoy the luxury of time together without the 'distractions' of family.

It was late afternoon when they all arrived back at the hotel.

They compared notes in preparation for the family conference, timed to be early morning on Tracy island, in order to update everyone at the same time.

Becky and Maddie took Chloe and headed off to the extravagant bathroom for a bit of pampering, an extremely bubblicious bath for Chloe, whilst the IR aspect of the conference was taking place.

Although they were fully aware of all aspects of IR both women knew that their presence would only be a distraction at this meeting, and the updates on the repairs had to take precedence over the more personal matters to be addressed.

Once they'd received the notification, from Virgil, that the updates regarding the repairs had been completed they joined the conference with Chloe being the first to speak.

"Unc-cot piwot gen, he lowed now"

Chloe's announcement was met with a look of delight from Gordon and a groan of dismay from Scott, both of them thinking about impending pirate jokes.

"Scott's a pirate again?"

No-one could miss the element of glee in Gordon's voice as a whole new area of pranks were running through his brain.

"Ouch"

"Thanks Tin"

"Your welcome Scott"

"What was that for?"

Gordon grumbled as he shook his head to recover from Tintin's quick reactions, at times she seemed to hit harder than his brothers.

"Planning"

Even Jeff had to smile at the dual response from Virgil and John.

"How was Chloe's breakfast this morning"

John asked with a smile

"Good but 'Ranos better"

Chloe stated proudly.

"I am gratified that you approve Miss Chloe"

That response from Kyrano left Chloe confused until Tintin translated for her

"Uncle 'Rano means thank you"

That comment earned Tintin a disapproving look from her father and a cheeky giggle from Chloe.

"Me see sissys, got pictur"

Chloe stated proudly as she waved the scan image about.

"Can I see?"

Scott asked with an almost comical pleading expression on his face.

"No. My sissys"

Chloe hid the image, no-one was going to see 'her sissys' until she was ready to share.

"Scott, were you ever that possessive?"

Becky asked.

The five simultaneous answers

Scott - "never"

John and Virgil - "always"

Gordon and Alan - "still is"

left Becky, Maddie and Tintin all laughing.

Even Jeff and Sally couldn't hide their amusement, much to Scott's dismay.

"It's a good thing that we have the digital image as well"

Virgil commented, beckoning to Chloe, as he reached for his phone.

"Who are we sending it to?"

Chloe gave that question some thought before she answered

"Grandma and Gramps"

no-one dared laugh at her, very, serious expression (despite how adorably cute she looked)

Everyone heard the dual 'beeps' as Jeff and Sally's phones received the image.

"Beautiful"

"Amazing"

Jeff and Sally just looked at each other, only realising in that moment that they'd spoken at the same time - causing Chloe to giggle.

"Any issues?"

Sally addressed her question to Maddie, knowing that she'd get a less emotive answer than if she'd asked Virgil.

"Due date is still six weeks, I'm ok to fly home as passenger but not co-pilot and there's no reason why delivery can't be at home"

Maddie managed not to frown at her 'passenger only' flight status but at least she could plan for the home birth that she wanted.

"Home delivery?"

Scott almost laughed at Virgil's expression, even though he shared his brother's concerns about delivering the twins at home.

"Shouldn't be a problem"

"Mom?"

"Don't be so worried Jeff"

Becky decided to take pity on both Jeff and Virgil

"Remember that I have trained as a midwife, with Grandma and Brains as backup there should be nothing to worry about"

"Sissys coming at home?"

Chloe's excited question had Maddie laughing as she reached for her daughter.

"Yes sissys will be coming after we get home"

Maddie smiled as her daughter's attention turned to the unborn twins.

"No come morrow, me busy"

Everyone had to laugh that, tomorrow was going to be busy enough for everyone.

[choccyhearts]

18+!!

just a quick thought:

clingy!himbo!steve likes to sit in the bathroom with you as you take a shower. he just plops his ass on the closed toilet seat and stares at the wall contently

until he hears you cry out, "ouch!". you accidentally scratched your nipple hard as you were cleaning yourself

and he bursts through the shower curtain, fully clothed and face full of concern

he's like, "what happened??? what did you do???"

while you're just like, "get out!!?? you're fully clothed!!?"

and he notices you're clutching your boob so removes your hand and replaces it with his large one

"did you hurt your nipple? baby, noooo, you gotta be careful with these, they're so delicate☹️🥺"

and he just leans down and gives your hurt one a soft open-mouthed kiss

and now he's just in the shower with you, washing your body for you slowly and gently, making sure you're all clean and safe☺️

(this is totally noooot based off of my shower experience from earlier today😐)

bonus clingy!himbo!steve thought:

sometimes he likes to just lift up your shirt and greet your chest separately from you

his head stretches out the fabric but you don't care cause it's so simultaneously hot and adorable hearing him go, "there's my girls, hello. you're looking rather well today"

[elliebarker]

what if lifeguard ellie! and reader are dating and r does a prank on her and makes her think shes drowning

HAHAHA LMAOOOOO this made me giggle out loud

lifeguard!gf!ellie just looooooves pushing you into the water. and you absolutely hate it. so, in order to get payback, you decided to put her to work.

the storage closet door slammed closed and ellie's keys fumbled in and out of the knob, locking it.

"babe," she said, noticing you standing right next to the edge of the pool, i swear she sets me up for these! she thought, "ready to go," she calmly said whilst smirking up at you. you nodded, smiled, as she walked over. "cm're" she said, grabbing you by the waist, and pulling you into a kiss.

"ellieee..." you said, slightly embarrassed, her action coming out of nowhere and throwing you off a bit. that was until you did exactly what you expected to do. "AH!" you let out a little scream as her hands went from your waist to your stomach, pushing you into the deep end of the pool. and unlike the last 4 times, you didn't rust to get back up to the surface. putting on quite the persuading act, so you thought, that you had drowned. ellie had just dusted off her hands, proud of her work, to see- rather to not see you gasping for air, when all hell broke loose. she couldn't lose you, she couldn't. not only could she not lose you, but she also could not lose you at her own hands. she dove in extremely fast and immediately went to grab your body and rush you back to the surface. by this time you were having too much fun, and you wanted to keep the bit going, like those girls who call their friends saying their dead just to get their reactions.

"wake up, love, please." you could hear the cracks in her voice, she was trying not to cry, trying to hold it together for you. she then went to do the one thing lifeguard training had made her learn. cpr. she went to tilt your head and pinch your nose so she could breathe into your-

"ouch!" you squealed, all high-pitched. "let go of my nose els!" trying to get out from under her grasp, simultaneously laughing at her look of epiphany.

"you- you fucking asshole!" she punched your arm as you started to laugh non-stop. "i-i thought i lost you." she stuttered over her words, yes she was mad, but she was just so goddamn relieved you were okay she could barely stay mad. "don't," she said, beginning to laugh herself, "do that, again, please."

"as long as you don't push me in again," you said, grabbing a towel to dry the both of you off, then grabbing your bag to finally head out, "no promises."

an: this was actually so adorable and fun to write tysm anonie!! i've teased you guys long enough, i'm done with my anxiety, i'm releasing my full lifeguard!ellie fic tomorrow. bring your popcorn. i worked really hard on it and even though you guys don't know it, all of your reblogs and likes and comments mean the world to me so make sure that if you liked my fic(s) to reblog, comment, etc to not only boost my page to other ellie enjoyers but to let me now whether or not you like it!! thank you guys sm! ily <3

[rockingrobin69]

Drarry writers on tumblr rec pt. 2

Hot weather, short attention span, you know the deal. But DID you know that tumblr is actually full of really really really cool people who write really really really cool things? Like:

1. @teacup-tai​ who writes such beautiful, beautiful stories. I will never forget how this one made me choke on a sob, and this one utterly destroyed me. Also I absolutely have to mention this SCORCHING HOT pansmione, like oh god like ooh like watch out actually!

2. @phoebe-delia​​, the undisputed songfic queen, fluff and angst royal, making us weep on the daily with either joy or pain or just !!! Everything Phoebes writes hits jut right: whether it’s so soft, you most definitely will melt, the biggest yes there is, or just actually EVERYTHING

3. @maziktheli​ is the master of atmosphere building. With so few words they will TRANSPORT you from your seat and screen to another world altogether. Fight me if this isn’t everything - actually let’s not fight I’m already hurting, and actually never mind because YEAH I’M GONE (softttt)

4. @basicallyahedgehog​ has this magic touch to their writing that makes even the hard things so gorgeously sweet? I mean this is too adorable for words and then there’s this beautiful beautiful fic and not to even mention this which currently occupies all the space in my heart🥺

5. @undercoverwarlock​​ is truly a warlock, undercover, and I know that because his words have me under the deepest spell?? I mean look at this fucking poetry, and this BRILLIANCE, and then we can’t forget about the fic that ripped my heart out and also fixed it simultaneously. Sorry for ruining your cover! was pretty obvious tbh

6. @thebooktopus​​ not only writes the most incredible things, but is able to set them in the most brilliant ways. The effect is always dead on: see here for the ouch factor, here for the got it in one factor, and here for the steal your entire heart factor

7. @floydig​​ has the kind of writing that haunts you? you know what I mean. Surely you too have been ruined by this one, lost your mind at this one, and forgot how to form words after reading this. No? Well, what the hell are you waiting for?

(Previous lists: writers pt. 1, artists pt. 1, reccers pt. 1)

[wifiwuxians]

so i noticed a lot of people had feelings about that one post (which i’ll link in the reblog because tumblr is weird) so here is a sequel. little baby(?) gets a treat for being such a good and quiet traveling companion and making minimal trouble for frosty daozhang. he doesn’t have great mobility yet so he needs a little help, but surely soon enough he’ll be running around like the best of them

[id: a series of tags and a small drawing of song lan and xue yang, accompanied by xiao xingchen and a-qing in their pouches. xue yang is a fierce corpse missing an arm, and song lan is alive and well. he is holding two pouches in his lap with one hand, one dark with swirls, which holds a tiny smiling xiao xingchen, and one white with clouds, which holds a tiny a-qing peeking out. with his other hand, he is offering tanghulu to xue yang, who sits beside him. his expression is passive. xue yang reaches out for the tanghulu with his one remaining hand, his expression slackjawed and rather innocent, befitting of a relatively harmless zombie. little sparkles by his head show that he is happy. 

in addition, the tags read as follows: #this is simultaneously upsetting and very cute, #adorable, #I’d write something about this but it would either be too goofy or depressing, #okay.. i would love to continue their story, #fav, #fave, #:o cute. somehow, #ouch! my heart!, #trailing behind a mute fierce corpse XY holding onto his ribbon like a bb duck, #:<, #just a little creature, #help a guy out sl, #maybe, #he looks contrite he can have little a rebirth into a better life, #song lan do a good deed and help out just a lil, #an f in the chat for mr xue but at the same time, #xy would be such a dope fierce corpse are you kidding, #the lil ^ mouth. the (musical note emoji).,#ADVENTURES AHOY. I LOVE YOU, #OH MY GOD?????????? OHHHHH?????, #i feel very Normal(tm) about this. /end id]

[crispy-chan]

☆彡 how would stray kids tickle you

genre: fluff, humor, ot8 x gn.reader // wc: 1k // tw: none // masterlist

☆彡 chan

chan is the goofiest little bean on earth. however, from time to time, his more devious and teasing side comes out and you can always tell by the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. you're laying on your bed, immersed in the imaginary world of your book when he comes up to you with a sweet smile. his hands slide down your waist and you lean into his touch thinking he just wants to cuddle. a shriek escapes your lips once his cold hands slide under your t-shirt. chan grins at your stunned expression.

"that's what you get for ignoring me all day, sweetheart." his voice echoes in your head as the room is filled with your laughter.

☆彡 minho

minho is probably feeling unusually needy but his pride won't allow him to ask for cuddles. so like any normal human being, he manages to wedge himself between your back and the headboard of your bed and starts blowing in your ear. at first, you try to ignore it, thinking he'll just get bored of it and leave you alone. however, minho is a patient man and he refuses to stop. you're about to tell him to kindly piss off when his warm breath reaches your neck. and you giggle... big mistake. minho's ears are sharp enough to pick up the quiet sound and he immediately smirks, knowing that he found your weakness. and it wouldn't be lee minho if he didn't exploit it.

"why are you laughing, babe? i'm not doing anything, am i?" he whispers in a sickly sweet tone as his fingers gently stroke your neck, relishing in the gasps you release as you try to hold in your laughter.

☆彡 changbin

the hunk that he is, changbin doesn't shy away from using his big boy muscles to win a tickle fight. the little bet that you two have going certainly doesn't help. you're laying on the couch, phone in hand as you scroll through your spotify playlist when suddenly, changbin dives from across the room and lands right on top of you. he immediately uses his arm to hold most of his body weight so he doesn't crush you. his unoccupied one manages to grab both your wrists and pin them above your head. the cocky smirk playing on his lips makes your cheeks heat up but before you can even say a word, changbin is tickling you on your sides and laughing like maniac.

"ha! i won! you owe me twenty bucks."

☆彡 hyunjin

it started with hyunjin accidentally grazing the bottom of your foot as he was massaging your feet. the adorable giggle you make is like music to his ears, so after a few seconds, he tries again. only this time his, touches aren't as light. in no time at all, hyunjin has you doubling down in laughter, wiggling in his hold, and kicking your feet. he smiles cockily when he manages to evade your kick.

"this won't get you anywhere, darling. just say the magic word..."

☆彡 jisung

jisung loves embarrassing you in public. whenever you two are out together, he finds a way to make you regret all your life choices. if you don't get frustrated at least once while you're hanging out, he considers the outing an absolute failure. when the two of you are on the bus, the silence soon starts eating away at his brain. the giggle that leaves his lips is your only warning before he slides his hands up your shirt and starts brutally tickling you. this guy has no mercy as you beg and plea for him to stop while the rest of the passengers glare at the two of you.

"-ouch. i'm sorry, y/n. i didn't know that the grandma would curse us out like that..."

☆彡 felix

ngl, you're probably the one who started it. felix is a ball of sunshine and he would never tickle you unprompted. even though he found out how ticklish you were, the thought of exploiting your weakness didn't sit right with him at first. however, if you're the one who started it, he'll lower himself to your level and tickle you back. that's when prankster!felix comes into play. yeeting from the couch, this boy chases you all over the house and mutters ridiculous threats in his deep ass voice making you simultaneously crack up and fear for your life.

"if you don't stop right this second, i'll pour cranberry juice all over your socks!"

☆彡 seungmin

seungmin is a sneaky little grasshopper. he's a little bit more reserved than your average person, but once he gets in the spirit, you're in for a treat. when he notices you're in a slightly sour mood, seungmin decides that it's his duty to cheer you up. strutting down the hall, he puts on his swag pororo hat and starts chasing you around the house. if the prospect of getting tickled doesn't scare you enough, his creepy smile definitely does. as you storm into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you, you wonder if there was something in morning coffee that made him behave like that.

"c'mon, minion... you can't run from me!"

☆彡 jeongin

knowing how competitive you are, jeongin knows that he has to think strategically before he attacks. when you start whining about how cold you are, a lightbulb goes off in his head. plastering the sweetest (fake) smile on his lips, he grabs a blanket and waddles over to where you're laying. you stand up groggily, smiling gratefully at the boy when suddenly, he pounces. instead of carefully wrapping the blanket around you, he tightens it around your torso, trapping your limbs and rendering you immobile. while you're writhing on the couch, he begins running his hands over your sides in hopes of finding that spot. the high-pitched scream you make is enough proof for him that he found it. with a devious smile, he tickles that spot as you wheeze, begging him to stop.

"are you still cold?"

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

Hi 🧸-anon here.

Something that would be kinda funny would be like, staying up really late on a weekend hanging with Levi (probably binging some anime or playing games in his room) and then you just look at the clock and go,

“Damn, it’s 6 am already”

And like, you look at each other, nod and go directly back to what you were doing before looking at the clock. Later it’d be even funnier when all of the others would bare witness to neither of you looking alive, while simultaneously jumping between that “I’m so tired I seem more awake than anyone” and “It’s taking all my willpower to stay awake and not fall asleep at 1 pm”

Idk just some fun 3 am thoughts

Catch you later 👋

I love this because I am definitely the second one and all my friends say it is really funny to watch me try to stay awake.

Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist

Here's how I imagine it.

They are both sitting there playing some long co-op game (it takes two, mario, etc.) They started late thinking it'll be easy, and we are REAL gamers so we can speed run it without ever playing it before.

It wasn't a speedrun. MC looks up from taking a swig of their energy drink and sees the clock. It reads 6:00 AM.

"Hey Levi."

"What?"

"It's 6:00 AM"

Now he looks at the clock. They both stare at it until it changes to 6:01. Before looking at each other and then looking back to the TV.

"I need your help for this part." The time completely disregarded. I mean, they have to at least be halfway done, right? (Wrong) They finish the game at like 3:00 PM with high fives.

Now they both decide to venture out for "Breakfast" and this is when the residents of the House of Lamentations bare witness to the sleep deprived duo.

Levi would be the I'm more awake than everyone type of sleep deprived. He is able to cope somewhat well. He looks pretty normal, except he is putting orange juice in his cereal. Wait, now he put the cereal box in the fridge. Why is he using a fork? Maybe he isn't alright.

MC on the other hand, I think would be the one using all their willpower to stay awake. They stumble around the kitchen making their bowl of cereal. They actually put in the right ingredients (not without dropping some of it and making a mess of course) all before plopping at the table and falling asleep face first in the bowl.

Here are the brother's reactions to

Sleep Deprived MC (and Levi)

💙 Lucifer -

He is mad that Levi would keep MC locked up in his room like that! And on a school night!

Because of that MC missed all their classes and it reflects poorly on him.

He does think it is kinda cute how they stumble around...

"Please be careful where you are pouring MC"

He tips the milk back before they get it everywhere.

He also makes sure to put everything that Levi moved, back in its proper place and clean up their mess.

💛 Mammon -

He is very worried.

He keeps pulling MC in different directions because they keep trying to run into the counters!

"Oi, Watch where your going!"

Definitely records Levi's triumphant look as he tries to eat cereal with a fork and asks "why is my spoon broken?"

Mammon is also the one to pull MC's face out of the cereal and lean their head back against the chair. Can't have them drowning.

🧡 Leviathan -

Records MC running into every counter and laughs everytime they say "ouch" (which is everytime they hit something)

Thinks he is so awake and smart.

Until he tastes how disgusting cereal and orange juice is and wonders when the milk went bad.

MC laughs a little before face planting into their cereal.

He laughs at them before doing the same.

💚 Satan -

Definitely smirks and watch the two putz around for awhile.

Doesn't help Levi at all, just let's him put things in wrong places and eat terrible cereal.

Satan at least hands MC the right ingredients.

"No, that's a plate. Here is a bowl, love."

Makes sure they don't make a huge mess (but doesn't clean up any messes they do make, just to piss off Lucifer)

💖 Asmodeus -

Would think MC is just so adorable when sleepy.

"MC! You need to keep up with your beauty rest otherwise you will get wrinkles. I know just how to fix this. You need a self care day."

He watches them start the cereal and then eventually guides a sleepy MC to lay on his bed. (And No, he did not clean up or put away anything)

They then fall asleep and he would do a whole self care routine on their face while they sleep (like the tiktoks where the girlfriends do it to their boyfriends) it would have cleansers, those rollers to tighten skin, face masks, the works.

Definitely doesn't care about Levi or the well being of his skin.

❤ Beelzebub -

This poor boy doesn't want you to get hurt.

Tells MC to sit at the table while he makes them cereal. (Proceeds to make them a Beel sized bowl)

MC's head starts to lull forward but he catches them and feeds a sleepy MC to make sure they get their sustenance.

He then eats the rest of their bowl and Levi's (because he just left it after tasting it)

After the snack he carries MC to his room and proceeds to cuddle them while they nap.

💜 Belphegor -

He definitely just sleepily watches.

Laughs at how stupid Levi is being, before yawning and realizing that now is the perfect time to bond with MC.

Gently guides MC away from the milk they just pulled out, grabs a few small snacks and heads up to his bed.

He would offer them food, but by the time he pulls back the blankets they just crawl in and pass out.

Now he can get all the snuggles he wants with no interruptions!

[jobean12-blog]

Imagine eating yummy snacks with Bucky during a power outage.

Snack Attack

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,107

Summary: The power goes out and you and Bucky find something to snack on so you can get back to bed...

Author's Note: Hi sweets! Thank you for this adorable thought- I didn't mean for it to turn into a full blown story but here we are! I love these small moments! Hope you enjoy! And thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: some spicy implied fun, sweet and fun fluff, lots of laughs and kisses :)

Gif not mine: Credit goes to @quantum-widow thank you so much :)

“I’m hungry,” Bucky whispers into your neck, his breathing finally even.

You giggle and comb your fingers through his hair then dance them down his bare back.

“You’re always hungry,” you tell him.

“Well, I did just get a workout,” he says cheekily before lifting his head and kissing along your jaw until he meets your lips.

“We only did it twice, that’s not a workout for you Buck!”

“In that case…” he hums, sliding on top of you.

“You just said you were hungry,” you say playfully.

“I am, but not for food!” he murmurs.

Just as his lips meet yours you hear a buzz of electricity and the lights flicker and go out. Bucky drops his forehead to yours and smirks against your lips.

“Oh, look at that, the power went out,” he teases, trailing his lips across your cheek. “Now we have plenty of time with nothing else to do…”

“What did you do?” you ask him suspiciously.

“I didn’t do anything!” he retorts as the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk.

Before you can answer him your stomach growls loudly and you both laugh.

"Sounds like you’re the one that needs a snack before round three,” he says sweetly but doesn’t move off you.

“Good idea,” you giggle.

His head falls forward and he rests his cheek against your chest, pretending to snore.

“Buck,” you whine and push on his shoulders.

He doesn’t budge and you deflate beneath him, resorting to poking his sides with your fingers. Still nothing. You grab his ass. Louder snores.

“BUCKY! I’m getting HANGRY!”

He snorts and squeezes you harder into the mattress.

“I’ve got something you can eat,” he teases, grinding his hips into you.

His metal hand traps your wrists while his other attacks your sides with tickles.

“Bucky! I swear…if you don’t get off me I’m either going to knee you in the balls or pee the bed,” you gasp out between cackles.

With one last good poke he rolls off you and searches around for his sweats in the darkness. You hear a loud bang followed by his muffled curses.

“Ouch, shit! Damn shoes,” he groans.

You turn on your phone flashlight and shine it his way, laughing when you see him seated on the floor with one leg in his sweatpants. You point and laugh before you grab his Henley and throw it over your head.

He comes around the bed and leans over. “Hop on baby doll.”

With a squeal of delight, you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, giggling when he trots off down the hallway with you on his back. You hold your phone light out so he can see while simultaneously peppering his neck with small kisses.

“That tickles baby girl!” he laughs. “I don’t wanna drop you!”

You scoff and roll your eyes even though he can’t see it. “You would never!”

“You’re right! I wouldn’t,” he replies, setting you down carefully on the counter. “Now, what are we gonna eat so I can take you back to bed!”

You open your mouth to suggest something but his eyes go wide with excitement and he says, “I know! Let’s make brownies! Or cookies! What about cupcakes?”

Stretching out your hand you grab the waistband of his sweats and drag him between your legs.

“Bucky,” you start, holding his face in your hands. “We have no electricity so we can’t use the oven!”

You watch his face fall in disappointment. “Oh, right. Ummm…POPCORN!”

You’re about to tell him that the microwave doesn’t work either but to your surprise he grabs a pot and the avocado oil. You watch through the light from your phone as he puts some oil into it and turns the heat on.

“Wow. Look at you Buck. And I was about to say we can’t make it because the microwave doesn’t work.”

He throws you a sexy wink before stating, “microwaves weren’t really a household item in the forties doll. I think they only had them in restaurants at the time.”

Nodding in understanding you twist to the side and open the cabinet to grab the popcorn kernels. He walks over and kisses you soundly before taking them from your hand.

“Thanks doll face.”

With precision he throws two kernels into the pot and covers it, then waits. When he hears them pop he removes the pot from the heat and takes the popcorn out, chucking it into his mouth before dumping the rest of the kernels in and covering it again.

You giggle when they all start to pop as he shakes the pot lightly.

“YAY! This is so great!” you cheer.

Once the popping stops he reaches over you and takes down a big bowl. Your fingers grasp the chain of his dog tags and you pull him in for a kiss.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his lips.

He smiles and dumps the popcorn into the bowl then turns around so you can hop onto his back again. When you reach the couch he sets you down with a plop then sits down and leans against one end, spreading his legs wide.

“Come here baby doll,” he says, patting the spot between his thighs.

You crawl over and settle into the comfortable space, placing the bowl into the crook of your crossed legs.

“We should light some candles so my phone doesn’t die,” you suggest.

He hums into your neck and tightens his hold on you. “Not yet baby girl. I love having you here.”

You lean back against his chest and grab a handful of popcorn, looking up and smirking.

“Ready?” you ask then throw the popcorn up as he tries to catch it in his mouth.

He catches the first few but then you purposefully start throwing them badly and they start to fall all over the both of you and the couch.

“You’re terrible at this Buck,” you tease, throwing up a big handful.

When you turn around his eyes are narrowed and he’s holding back a smile with several pieces of popcorn stuck to his head and shoulders. You start to laugh and pick the pieces off to eat them.

“We’re gonna have popcorn stuck up our asses for days,” he deadpans.

You blink at him several times, your cheeks stuffed full of popcorn and before you can stop it you let out a laugh and spray him with the pieces. His disgruntled face only adds to your amusement.

“You should see your face,” you gasp, trying to stop your laughter. “It’s like the ultimate grump face…but covered in popcorn.”

[goldengoddess]

Could I possibly request a Jesper Fahey headcanon of sweet moments with him as your boyfriend inbetween, heists or other jobs? I feel like he’d be the sweetest funniest boyfriend ever tho 🥺🥺 Thanks in advance dear

a/n: my favorite boy jesper!!! this one is short but <3

warnings: knives, heist stuff

heists are always fun with jesper

how couldn't they be

that boy had enough energy to make anything fun

even putting yourself in mortal danger

but heists with jesper were your favorite for a different reason too

he was a total sweetheart before a heist

all lovesick and worried for you

he would linger in your room until you were ready to go

get the right shoes that you needed for that particular job

he’d come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist

while you were fixing your hair in the mirror

he’d bury his face in your neck

mumbling about something

“what was that jes?”

he could leave a sweet kiss on your sweet spot and then look up at you

making eye contact through the mirror

“you look hot getting ready for a heist, but more importantly be safe tonight.”

you’d blush and leave a quick kiss on his cheek

“always am”

during whatever job, jesper was always the most interesting partner

especially on undercover missions

for example that one time the two of you were dressed as grisha to draw out a grisha hunter

you were wearing a red kefta and jesper, of course, wore a purple one

“you know what babe, i think purple is my colour”

you’d roll your eyes and flick him in the arm

“ouch, fine maybe it isn’t but red is totally yours”

the fast-paced jobs also brought their own excitement

jesper was even more adorable when people were shooting at him

he thrived off danger

one time the both of you were running together, doing your best to outrun the scary man with a bunch of knives chasing you

when jesper grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an ally

he pushed you behind a garbage can and covered your mouth with his hand

when the target ran past the two of you

you both let out a simultaneous sigh of relief

then he grinned at you

way too wide for someone who had just escaped near death

“what” you had asked

he grinned wider (somehow)

“nothing. you just look all pretty.”

jesper was the king of giving compliments when the situation didn’t warrant them

like the “hey baby! your face looks super kissable right now” as you held a knife to a man's throat

or “i like your hair that way” as you climbed up the side of a building behind him

and the best of all “your scheming face looks exactly like kaz’s and im worried that i’m attracted to you right now”

his comments made heists less serious

and that’s not even mentioning his inappropriate comments

sometimes, when there was a moment of peace between the action

he’d grab your hand

and kiss each of your knuckles

before grinning at you

and wiping out his prized guns

running into the action

after the heists

you were always giddy

those were the moments you most matched jesper’s energy

the adrenaline was pumping through you

and you felt like you could run a marathon

“god! jesper! did you see that landing i nailed? or when i snuck up on that one guy with the red scarf? did you see me?”

in those moments jesper was the calm one

he’d laughed and tossed his arm around your shoulder

“yes love, i saw all your moves”

this one time he pulled a scone out of his pocket

as you walked back to the slat after a tiring job

you looked at him suspiciously

he put his hands up in mock surrender

“what! i paid for it”

another sceptical look

“okay i kind of paid for it”

you had rolled your eyes but taken the scone anyways

being a part of the crows wasn’t so bad when you were dating jesper

[inawickedlittletown]

I leave the Bridgewater episode off until the very end of the day so I have something to look forward to all day. And no regrets. I can’t believe we’re already seven episodes in.

Spoilers: 

The opening was very SPN which I absolutely adored. 

“That is not a bear” - famous last words.

Vipin being the one to meet up with Peyton in Jeremy’s place says so much about the level of importance Jeremy places on meeting with her...but also his trust that Vipin will handle it well. 

Thomas being defensive about Vipin meeting up with Peyton...hmmm...what are you hiding? But that also makes it even more interesting that she reached out to Jeremy in the first place.

I didn’t know I needed Anne and Olivia to have a scene on their own. I find their conversation super interesting especially Olivia wondering if their family itself has something to do with it all. 

Evil Narnia!

Vipin is the best person to talk to Peyton tbh...he knows what questions to ask. 

Peyton growing up within the Gathering makes her so much more interesting. I’m liking her more and more. 

“Clap if you believe in fairies” Oh Vipin. 

The fact that Peyton can admit she doesn’t know everything...

Her father being the volunteer and Peyton being his replacement. Eek. 

I am so interested in the way that Peyton has accepted her fate...that she is prepared for it...but also that she’s gone through her father leaving her. It makes her far more interesting and why she can be the person to ask Thomas to make the choice to leave again. I can also appreciate that she doesn’t necessarily want him to go back...she just needs someone to and he’s the best choice. 

Her whole perspective about how tragic it all is. Ouch. But also she’s not wrong...he can’t actually get the time he lost back. 

Thomas actually wanting to hang out with Jeremy outside of dealing with things is so sweet and all that Jeremy has wanted this whole time...it worries me about what Thomas is planning to do. 

I really appreciate that Jeremy can defend the life he’s had...and clearly all the trauma from his childhood maybe affected that, but that is still the life he’s had and Thomas can’t judge or be upset that his son didn’t become someone else...or that he didn’t remain exactly the same...there is no changing that in any way.  

“You were my favorite person to spend time with”  Awww Thomas. 

Jeremy asking Thomas to stay. :( 

Thomas immediately bringing up Alden and his promise to help bring him back. 

Jeremy mentioning the Legend Tripper as an example of a new friend...and the way that he explains how she understands him and how she’s easy to talk to...yes and doesn’t that make you a bit suspicious? Because it makes me suspicious. Like...maybe think about how you still don’t know her name...

“dad you’ve never been my age...you’ve literally never been my age” 

Do I sense that Olivia is a bit suspicious about Thomas and what Thomas knows about communicating with the other side/the liminal

The weird shaking thing happening again at Anne’s house...is that simultanous to Thomas feeling weird and also them hearing Celeste...

“You can trust me Jeremy” 

Yet another amazing episode. Ahhh. Can’t wait for the next one. 

[katsulia]

Could i ask for an oikawa version of he offends you

He offends you - part4

featuring : Oikawa, Daichi

genre : angst to fluff

Atsumu and Kageyama version + part2 / Kuroo and Tsukishima version

Oikawa

"Babe I'm home! "you shouted and slammed the door behind you. And no sooner had you taken off your shoes than your boyfriend appeared in front of you like a dog excited to see his master come in.

"Y/N-chaaan," his voice rose in pitch as if to accompany his exaggerated pout. Automatically his arms came around your waist and although you liked being in his arms he was somewhat suffocating. The embrace lasted a few more seconds before he let go of you and you were able to move towards the living room. Your feet were like compote and you didn't want to move. Oikawa joined you.

"So how was your day? "you asked him as you put your bags on the floor before dropping onto the couch. Oikawa sat down on the couch and put his head on your lap.

"I had to say goodbye to my beautiful girlfriend who preferred to go shopping with someone else although we all know that I have the best taste in fashion ..." you couldn't help but hit him in the back of the head as Iwaizumi would surely have done. "Ouch! YN-chan! That was undeserved! You make me suffer even more when I already had to put up with your absence today! "You looked up at his idiocy before he resumed his story. "So I stayed alone in this house, far too big for one person, and I waited for hours for her to do me the honor of resurfacing. "At this level he could easily overshadow Shakespeare's best tragic characters, after all it was Oikawa Tooru. But it was all part of his personality and it never failed to make you laugh.

"Well, since you ask me, I went shopping, away from my very clingy boyfriend." At these words he opened his eyes wide and put his hand on his chest as if you just gave him a blow which makes you laugh out loud. "How dare you? "You tried to catch your breath and kept answering him with a big smile on your face. "I'm kidding, of course I'm kidding. But I still put my day to good use and I finally found a little black dress that was missing in my wardrobe." You hadn't really gone out with the idea of buying a dress, but you had completely cracked at the sight of it and it was a good thing since you didn't have one of those. Usually you were more hesitant as for the purchase of dress and skirt but this time you were confident.

"It is true? I want to see that right now!" Oikawa's eyes were shining and he got up immediately so you could go change. You rolled your eyes but deep down you were touched by his almost childish but totally adorable reaction. While you were pretending to be lazy, he took your hand and pulled you from the sofa. "Go and try it on! I'll wait here." You knew very well that he would not change his mind as he is and you went to your room, sticking out your tongue.

The dress was simple and basic but you liked it very much. You put it on quickly and took a little time to admire yourself in front of the mirror. For you, who was used to seeing you always wearing jeans, it was a nice change but not that unpleasant. The result will be even better when you have tanned legs but even so it was very nice. You took a deep breath and went to join your boyfriend in the living room.

"Tadam!" At the sound of your voice Oikawa took his hands away from his eyes (yes, he was always in excess). You even did a spin around and laughed a little to satisfy the desire for a show that he always liked. "I love it so much! My girlfriend is incredible! Come over here so I can admire the seams more closely!» Immediately you were pulled towards him and you fell on the couch laughing. With a masterful stroke he made you glide on his knees and positioned you comfortably on his legs. You came to put your arms around his neck while his left hand firmly grabbed your waist and his right hand stroked your thigh. "So it's true, do you like it?" It was obvious that Oikawa was totally seduced by what he saw, but using your seductive voice was always tempting in those moments. He was very close to biting his lips. "More than anything else. We should go back to that store, very good work. By the way, which one was it? I would bet on Zara!" You nodded, because he had found out which brand it was right off the bat. But it wasn't that surprising from him. "How did you guess? I bet you looked at the label! No, you saw me put the bag there!" You exclaimed. "Hm not even. But Saya used to go out there a lot and I remember a dress of hers that was in the same style. How Sherlock! " He winked and smiled a big, charming grin.

You didn't want to smile at all. He associated the dress you were wearing, the one you were so happy to have bought, with his ex Saya. Your face decomposed and immediately you began to let go of his hold on you. Does that mean he was still thinking about her? Probably. You wanted to take that dress off right away and throw it away.

Oikawa didn't immediately understand your reaction and wanted to hold you back, but he could sense that you wanted to let go of him. When only five seconds was all right? But it was when he saw the look in your eyes and your head down that he thought about what he had just said. Saya. His ex. Your dress. He was a complete idiot. There was no way to make up for it but he just wanted to show off his detective skills. If Iwa-chan had been there he would have hit him right away and it would have been deserved. But he didn't need him for that, he was already regretting it and he was cursing himself with all the insults in his head.

"Wait babe! That's not what I meant at all! Well ... I mean who cares about her!" His voice wasn't at all steady and he was at a loss for words. He had no idea what he could say in that kind of situation. If it had been the other way around, he would have taken your words too badly and would have been insulted that you mentioned your ex's name. But he was the one who had done that, he was the one who had hurt you and he knew full well that you didn't need that. "Yet you're the one who talked about her when I ..." He was totally panicked and knew he was at fault but wouldn't let you finish your sentence. "Yes I know it's me! And I shouldn't have! It's unwelcome and very inappropriate of me! But I assure you that it is not her that I think of when I see you! Or ever actually!" He had never spoken so fast before, but that's because he knew what he had just done was terrible and he had to act quickly so you wouldn't get the wrong idea. His throat was tight and he couldn't imagine how you must be feeling. He took your hands in his and forced you to look at him. "I'm really sorry... And um... I apologize... I see you all the time, everywhere. I assure you that you are the only person in my mind! And I know it seems like I just proved the opposite, but you are the most important person to me and the one I love the most, I would never want to replace you either with a person from my past or anyone else." Tears were flowing down your cheeks simultaneously and it was almost as if you were in a romantic comedy. (Nothing very unusual with Oikawa).

When he saw that you didn't totally reject his touch he embraced you tenderly. He kept whispering excuses while he was bent over your head. "I know Tooru. " It could still be heard in your voice that you were upset, but you couldn't remain insensitive to a totally vulnerable Oikawa. You, in turn, put your arms around his waist and took a long inhale into the crook of his neck. Next week you'll laugh when you think back on it, sometimes he was completely romantic that it was worthy of one of the greatest shojos in history. But you wouldn't change your relationship for anything in the world, let alone a partner. For the moment you were just enjoying this very intimate moment. It was sure that the food you brought back was cold now, but it didn't matter.

Daichi

These days your schedule was much less busy, which allowed you to enjoy some free time. But unfortunately this was not the case for Daichi, who could not leave the police station at his leisure. It wasn't dramatic either and you organized yourself to coordinate with his work hours. You often treated yourself to a late morning, although you always managed to kiss him before he left the house. During the day you were free to do whatever you wanted and when you weren't going out with your friends you would slump on the couch to catch up on your series. Sometimes, when it was possible, you would join Daichi in the city at his lunch break and find joy in eating ramen with him in the small restaurant near his work. And finally, when the clock struck 8 p.m., announcing Daichi's arrival, you knew that the best time of the day was coming.

You liked this domestic life even if the lack of productivity was becoming noticeable and you couldn't help but get back to your office files. To make up for this lack of activity, you would dive into the kitchen and try out a lot of new recipes. You even managed to make 100% homemade cold soba when you used to buy them at the supermarket. Daichi always rewarded your efforts with his best compliments and his most beautiful smile. Tonight was no exception to this new routine and this time you had perfected your sushi, eager to get your partner's opinion.

As it was Friday, you had decided to set the cutlery on the coffee table in the living room so that you could eat comfortably and quietly in front of the TV. But it was almost 8:15 p.m. and Daichi still hadn't come through the door. At first you didn't pay too much attention to it knowing that there was a lot of traffic on the weekend, but now the clocks were pointing to 9 p.m. and he still hadn't come in. You were immediately no longer reassured and decided to call him. When after two rings you thought he was finally answering you found yourself on his voicemail. Did he decline your call? It was absolutely not in his habit and you called him back thinking that he had made a wrong manipulation. However, you were not as lucky as the first time and as soon as it started ringing you were redirected to voice mail. As you looked at your screen in shock a message from him appeared. Your fingers were faster than your mind and rushed to display the notification.

From: Hubby I'm at the bar with some colleagues, I'll be back later.

At least you were relieved but somewhat disappointed. It's true that from time to time Daichi would meet his friends and that' s a good thing, he also made time for himself. Normally he had the decency to warn you, he knew you weren't going to say anything, it wasn't your style to complain about him going out with his friends. Despite the disappointment in your heart, you didn't intend to hold it against him and you were still going to enjoy your wonderful sushi. And if you even managing to hold back from eating everything you'd let him have some. That's how you spend your evening in front of the last episodes of Nightmare in the kitchen enjoying your own culinary art.  

On the stroke of 11:30 pm you recognize the sound of Daichi's car engine parked in front of the house. You were expecting him to come home later, but it suited you because it meant that you could go to bed at the same time as him. He carefully hung up his jacket and walked into the living room. His rosy cheeks were an indication of his alcohol consumption, probably in small doses since he'd been driving, and his face was adorable. He slumped down on the couch and he let out a long sigh, it must have been a long week for him.

“How was your day?” you asked him as you stroked his cheek with your thumb. When your fingers touched him he closed his eyes and began to relax.

“It was tiring, I'm exhausted.” You could hear the tiredness that had taken over his body in his voice only.

“I didn't know you were out tonight, but I left you some sushi, your favorite.”

“Aaargh Y/N.” He let a growl rise while keeping his eyes closed.

“Uhm what?”

“You didn't have to call me like that, it made the guys at the bar laugh, almost as if you were the cop!”

“Oh sorry to worry about you! I just wanted to know where you were !”

“You don't have to act like my mother, I don't need that!” He left a long puff and immediately you put some distance between the two of you.

It was quite rare for Daichi to get carried away like that and honestly you were a little upset. After waiting for him all evening and worrying about him, you probably didn't deserve such a reaction. And you knew it, that's why you didn't bother to answer and got up without saying anything; you just wanted this day to end and you hurried back to bed. Yet you couldn't help but recall what he had said. He had almost implied that you had embarrassed him by calling him in front of his co-workers. His words were still ringing in your head and you were just fidgeting in bed, it was impossible to fall asleep even with the lights off.

The sound of running water ceased and was replaced by footsteps signaling that Daichi had finished his shower and was on his way to your room. Immediately you rolled over to your side and closed your eyes. You felt him slide gently between the sheets and take place beside you.

“I know you're not sleeping”. You were surprised to hear him speak but you didn't move an inch. Even though you weren't sleeping you didn't want to talk to him at all.

“I don't want us to go to bed without fixing things.”

“No answer? Okay, I hope you are listening to me then. I'm sorry, I know you were just worried and if I were you I would have done the same thing.” You could hear the regret in his voice but it didn't change the fact that he felt embarrassed in front of others just because you called him. You turned and laid on your back with your eyes glued to the ceiling.

“Okay. But you didn't want me to call you in front of your colleagues. Are you ashamed of me?” Your tone was much colder and dryer than his which was totally understandable as you were in fact hurt.

“No babe, I would never be embarrassed to be with someone as incredible as you, it's just... I know I was going to behave like a simp after I drank to the sound of your voice... And they would never have let me down with that at the station... That doesn't excuse my behavior. But I want you to know that I love you and I would never want to hide you or for you to stop paying attention to me.” He was totally sincere at the time. It's true that it was completely dumb of him to act that way, but he didn't want you to think that he was ashamed of you or anything. Slowly you turned to his side this time and he took the opportunity to put an arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. You could smell his shower gel and his body heat. Instinctively you felt better and much more reassured until you nested your head in the crook of his neck.

“I love you.” You murmured softly and closed your eyes serenely this time. He kissed you on your forehead which made you smile and put you to sleep with butterflies in your stomach.

[booksweet]

Once upon a time happened at The Dorms...

request: @moons-and-stars-and-shit | headcanons

starring: Kuroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, Hinata, Akaashi

contents: SFW, fluff

C'mon! Don't forget to make your application at the Haikyuu University!

You sleeping peacefully on your room, dreaming about sweet nothings when you hear a boom, like a thunder. It seemed the sound you heard was within your dream, so you didn't mind at all. And when you got relaxed again...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

You wake in a hurry, your heart beating fast and you almost scream when you see Kuroo in front of your bed, tossing a volleyball ball on your bedroom's wall. "KUROO TETSUROU WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Oh, Y/N, I didn't saw you there, my bad." His mischievous tone says that he was doing it on purpose to bother you. And you wouldn't fall his trap. "Good morning, Y/N"

You take a deep breath to control yourself from punching him in the face, and fake a smile — your smile seems more a threatening than something peaceful.

"Morning, Kuroo, what a beautiful day, uh? Beautiful day to wake up with a jelly-brain-man tossing his ball on my wall. Beautiful, amazing."

The sound is his laugh is a mockery on your ears and you can't help but being pissed off again with him. "Kou!" You call him louder and, as fast as he can, Bokuto is right there for you.

"Morning,Y/N!" He looks at you happily, but when he realizes Kuroo is still inside your room, he narrows his eyes. "What's he doing here?"

"Nothing" You answer at the same time Kuroo says. "I'm playing volleyball"

"At her room?"

"Yes?"

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Kou, don't mind this dumbass, he's just want to piss me off." You shake your head to Kuroo and stand up walking close to Bokuto. "You know if there's breakfast today with Akaashi and the others?"

"Oh, yes!" He's full-energy once again, holding your hands in delight. "Atsumu and Shoyo are already there, just us left here. I was waiting for you to wake up."

You hold his hand a little tight to signal you understood and you're happy. His ears wear now a sweet tone of pink. But the moment is destroyed by another boom, boom, boom on your wall. Now you're angry, very, very angry.

"GET OUT"

"Why? No." Kuroo purses his lips as he sees your anger, you know he's trying to hold a laugh and this just makes you want to kill him more.

"I'm warning you, Tetsurou..."

"Or what?" There's defiance in his expression. And, God forgive you, he would regret that.

"Kuroo, stop, you shouldn't have come wake her like this... What?! Y/N?!"

Kou sweet words are interrupted by you bursting into your room again, but now with murderous intentions and angry as hell. You take the ball off Kuroo's hands before he can even react and run to his room — you almost run over Kou and you have to remind yourself to apologize later that day.

"Nothing, uh?" You toss the ball on his wall, making volleyball movements, even a spike. "I want to see if is nothing when it's on his room" you laugh in a devilish way.

"Hm, Y/N..." They're at Kuroo's bedroom door frame. Kou's a little scared of you and Kuroo's clearly mad at you. "I'm sorry to interrupt uh you moment, but we will be late for breakfast... And I'm hungry..."

Done with it, you toss the ball aside and scoff at Kuroo for the last time. His eyes saying he won't let it free to you, and your saying he would receive hell back whatever for.

"Okay, Kou." You hold his hands trying to calm down. "Let's go! You too, Tetsurou."

"You too, Tetsurou." He jeers, but follows tour lead.

Moments later you're all at Akaashi's dorm, at his breakfast table. You smile at Bokuto as he tells the others what caused their delay.

"And Y/N was wow AMAZING!" His electric energy the total opposite if the calmly Akaashi, yet they were the bestest friends of friends. "And Kuroo go like..." He mimics Kuroo's pissed expression and everyone at the table laughs.

"See, y/n, you're always right, I know this." Atsumu says as he takes a sip of coffee. "And how dare him wake you up like this?"

"I know right?!" Hinata is laughing ou loud with you. "He must be crazy!"

"Ouch, Shoyo, don't talk like this. You'll make me look like a monster!"

"Y/N YOU'RE NOT A MONSTER, YOU'RE PRECIOUS!"

Everyone at the table goes silent as Bokuto screams and slams his hands onto he table. And, when he realize what's he done, his face goes all red.

"Kou... You're..." You chuckle and play with your hair trying to avoid feeling nervous around them. "That was cute. Thank you."

"Look what we have here..." Kuroo starts teasing you when you give him a sharp look.

"Not now, Tetsurou."

"Pff"

"So... We'll have some classes" Akaashis states. "Do you all want to stay there and study?"

"YES, YES" Hinata and Atsumu agree simultaneously and they look straight at you. "Y/N, will you help us, won't you? Right, right, right?"

"Of course, you little dumb, I always help you!"

In between their cheerful noises, Bokuto crosses his arms in front of his chest and mumbles. "What about me?"

"Do you want help too, Kou?"

"Of course." You can't help but adore his pouty face. He's adorable!

"Okay, then. I'll help you too," His face lighten up like the sunshine. "But first, let's finish this breakfast, uh?"

[albdodaze]

blooming. y.itadori

‘i will never, never leave you’ (chapter three)

warnings: none

context: IN WHICH kami gojo, younger sister of certain powerful jujutsu sorcerer, meets an idiot who makes cold barrier around her heart melt.

"Roppongi my ass," laughed Kami, looking at the abandoned old building they were standing in front of.

"There's a curse here," stated Satoru.

"You liar!"

"This isn't even Roppongi!"

"You were toying with us country folk!"

"There's a big cemetery nearby. The double whammy of that and an abandoned building brought out a curse," Satoru said, not taking his eyes off the building.

"So they really do pop up more often around graves?" Itadori asked as Nobara shouted evil in the background.

"The issue isn't the cementery itself," Yuuji's head turned abruptly towards Kami, who finally spoke up and a blush came over his face that he didn't even notice.

But Satoru did.

"It's the fact that people associate cemeteries with fear," Kami explained, totally oblivious.

"Oh, it was the same for schools, too, wasn't it?" Yuuji replied, ignoring the heat that flooded him at the sound of the younger Gojo's soft voice.

"Hold up. He didn't even know that yet?" Nobara asked, approaching from Kami's left.

—

"He swallowed a special-grade cursed object? Gross! Unbelievable! That's so unsanitary and disgusting! No way, no way, no way, no way!"

"This is what I was telling them the whole time," deadpanned Kami, and Nobara grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her straight in the eye.

"They thought otherwise?!" She exclaimed and leaned her head against Kami's shoulder, groaning at the thought of this. Kami patted her lightly on the head, glad that finally someone understood her.

"What?!"

"I agree with them," Fushiguro said.

"I want to know what all of you are capable of. Just think of this as a field test," Satoru finally spoke up. "Nobara, Yuuji, you two go exorcise the curse inside that building."

"Geh!"

"Huh? But I thought only curses could exorcise curses, right?" Asked a confused Yuuji. "I can't use any jujutsu yet."

"You're basically half a curse already. There's cursed energy flowing throughout your body. Though controlling that energy isn't something you can learn overnight," Satoru said and extended his hand towards Kami, who with a sigh pulled a weapon from the strap tied across her waist and handed it to him. "So use this."

"It's the cursed tool, Slaughter Demon. It's a weapon imbued with cursed energy. It'll work on curses, too," Kami explained as Itadori marveled at the weapon in his hand.

"Lame," Nobara said, and she and Itadori headed towards the building.

"Oh one more thing! Don't let Sukuna out! If you use him, you'll get rid of all the curses nearby in a flash, but you'll also drag everyone around into it."

"Got it, I won't let Sukuna out."

—

"I think I'll go, too," Megumi spoke up after a moment of silence.

"Don't push yourself. You're still recovering."

"But someone needs to keep an eye on Itadori, right?"

"True. But the one we're testing this time is Nobara."

"But don't you think leaving her with Itadori is kinda stupid? I mean, he's kinda... reckless," Kami spoke up, playing with her long hair.

"Also true. That Yuuji... He's missing a few up here," the older Gojo said, pointing to his head. "He has no hesitation when it comes to killing these tings that take form of living creatures, albeit bizzare-looking ones, to try to kill him. And it's not like he's been familiar with curses for a long time, like you two. This boy used to live a normal high school life."

'Normal.' What is normal? Did Kami ever experience or will ever experience something 'normal'?

"You've seen plenty of jujutsu sorcerers, even those with talent, give up in frustration because they couldn't conquer their fear or disgust, haven't you?"

'It will probably be me,' Kami thought, listening to what her brother was saying.

"So today I want to confirm how crazy she is."

Silence.

No one said anything, no one dared to say anything. Because what would they have?

Kami played with her fingers out of nervousness. And she didn't know if it was because of how awkward the silence was, or because she was afraid for the two inexperienced jujutsu sorcerers who were about to face the curses alone in an abandoned building. Maybe it was because of both.

'Or more by the second one,' she thought as she saw the curse fly out the window.

"I'll exorcise it,' Megumi said, looking at the curse.

"Hold on."

Not a few seconds passed, and the curse was gone. It had evaporated. There was nothing left of it but a dirty memory.

"Nice."

"She's crazy, all right," Satoru said smiling.

—

"I live over there! Thanks again!" Exclaimed the boy whom Nobara and Itadori had rescued in the building and whom they had just escorted home, making sure he got there safely.

The Gojo siblings waved the boy away, Kami letting out a breath she hadn't even noticed she was holding in. The white-haired girl felt a hand on her shoulder and lifted her gaze to look at her brother, who was grinning at her.

"Are you hungry?" He asked and started to lead them to where three of her classmates were waiting for them.

"A little, I haven't eaten anything all day," Kami said and put her arm through her brother's waist, leaning against him gently.

"Good Joseph!" Shouted Satoru suddenly, directing this to the three waiting on the stairs. "We made sure the kid got home."

Nobara and Itadori sprang to their feet and stood, prepared for the next mission.

"Now shall we go grab some food?"

"Steak!"

"Sushi!"

"Not again," Kami muttered under her breath, and Satoru laughed softly.

"Leave it all to me!" Her brother shouted. "And you, Megumi?"

Megumi didn't answer anything, being too busy playing some game on her phone.

Without waiting for anyone, Satoru put his hands on Itadori and Nobara's shoulders and started walking in the opposite direction, leaving Megumi and Kami alone behind.

'Ouch,' thought Kami as she saw Satoru laughing with Itadori and Nobara.

"Are you coming?" She heard Megumi's voice who smiled gently at her.

Kami reciprocated the gesture and ran to his left, following the rest.

"Oh, I forgot about my biggest haul of the day," Nobara began, walking in front of the rest. " Hey, you," she pointed to Itadori. "Go fetch my stuff."

"Huh? Why should I do it? I thought we were even."

"We won thanks to my cursed energy. Got a problem with that?"

"What about my raw strength?"

"Your monstrous power from eating weird shit?"

"It's not just that! Right, Fushiguro?"

Silence.

"Huh? What's the matter, Fushiguro?"

"Nothing."

"He's pouting because he didn't get to join in," Satoru spoke up.

"What a child!" Nobara said.

Itadori started laughing, definitely happy. After all, he finally had someone to get along with. And when everyone else joined in, it made his heart fill with warmth even more. But not quite. He didn't hear the laughter he most wanted to hear.

He lifted his gaze to Kami, who was staring dead at him, the corners of her mouth not even lifting for a moment. And that made something in his heart hurt.

Satoru wasn't blind either and noticed something was wrong, slowing his step to walk beside Kami.

"Are you okay?" He asked, leaning over her so only she could hear him.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Kami raised an eyebrow.

Satoru watched her closely, observing her every little movement. The way her hands tangled at the back of her body, her fingers playing with themselves. The way her gaze fled everywhere but at anyone beside her. The way you could see her nervously biting her lip and cheeks from the inside. The way she was so tense.

Satoru laughed softly, knowing what's going on and wrapped his long arm around Kami, pulling her close and kissing her gently on the top of her head, a thing he always did when she was sad and a thing that always helped.

This time was no different as Kami closed her eyes, relaxing a bit.

"After all, you know that no one can replace you for me, you're my little sister, no one could do it," Satoru whispered and reached out his little toe, wrapping it around Kami's one, getting at least serious for a moment before returning to his previous state and tickling Kami on her sides where she was most ticklish.

Kami jumped back with a squeal and threw an evil but amused look at her brother, who only winked at her and started laughing, matching Megumi's step.

The little girl's loud laughter rang through the yard behind the house as her older brother tickled her on the ground, laughing along with her. When he finally stopped, the white-haired girl looked at her brother and smiled widely.

"Satoru?"

"Hm?" The white-haired boy replied, falling onto his back next to his little sister and looking at her.

"Will you promise me something?" The girl asked, sitting down on the ground, crossing her petite legs.

Satoru nodded, also sitting down on the ground. The girl giggled softly and extended her hand towards her brother, showing her tiny little finger.

"Promise me you'll never leave me."

Satoru's face fell, and his heart simultaneously hurt and flooded with warmth. Because on one hand, what had it come to that a six year old girl would think anyone would leave her, and on the other hand, this was one of the most adorable scenes he could ever experience.

After a moment of silence, Satoru smiled softly and wrapped his, large compared to his sister's, finger around hers and rested his forehead against Kami's forehead, looking her straight in the eyes.

"I will never, but never leave you. After all, you know that no one can replace you for me, you're my little sister, no one could do it," he said seriously, never letting go of her finger from his as he felt tears coming to his eyes.

He quickly closed his eyelids and pulled his younger version to him, who immediately snuggled into her warm and loving brother.

"I will never, never leave you."

At the mention, Kami's eyes welled up with tears, which she quickly wiped away and pretended everything was ok.

'Then why does it feel like you're distancing yourself from me now? Like you're not proud of me? Like you want to leave me, just like everyone else?'

[emachinescat]

Wow - what an episode! I honestly think that, aside from episode 5, Quarantine + N95 + Landline + Telescope + Social Distance is my favorite episode this season! It's late so forgive me if my thoughts have no real order to them, but here we go:

This episode had a very cheesy, ham-fisted vibe that made me laugh and cringe simultaneously, and it was masterfully done. It was in the spirit of classic Mac which would often have important PSAs related in the least subtle ways possible. The song about wearing a mask made me thing of the "Tough Boys" rap in the original about not being a thug and I DIED. Great homage to the original show.

Loved the domestic life. It's so fun seeing the three of them being actual people doing normal people things. It was refreshing. Honestly if there had been no crime I wouldn't have complained (except for the lack of whump). These poor kids deserve a chance to relax.

The scene between Mac and Riley had me DYING. It was sweet and cute but also WHY don't people ever communicate like actual humans in these shows? Don't just assume you're going to come in between Mac and Desi, Riles, and take Mac's choice away from him. Tell him how you feel. Let him know what cards are on the table and let HIM decide who he wants to be with. Sheesh.

The. Whump. It was short lived but oh so welcome. We need more, writers. Keep it coming, in much higher doses, and include that sweet sweet comfort that we all want but never get to see.

It was nice to see Mac get more screen time. I love the other characters, but I feel our titular character has in many ways taken a backseat and I miss seeing him shine.

Russ is a moron. An adorable, goofy moron who I both love and hate in equal measure. This here's a guy who has lost so much in the past he intentionally messes up any promising relationship for himself so he feels like he has control over the loss that he feels will be inevitable. Ouch. Doesn't make him any less of an idiot though.

I loved finding out about Russ's Peruvian heritage. Treasure hunt in the future? Maybe an Indiana Jones homage like the original show did?

I don't remember the name of his lady friend and I don't care enough about her to look it up. I'm sure she'll come back in later. For now, she sucks.

Loved Matty, this paragon of law and order, leeching off her neighbors' wifi. Jack would be proud.

The scene between Bozer and Mac was so touching. And so needed. Now can we get an episode with flashbacks of their childhood together? Pwease?

Desi and Mac still have a toxic relationship. Her hair is so cute in a ponytail braid though, and the scene with her parents was endearing and hilarious.

It's refreshing to see the show acknowledge all that Mac lost, but there is NO WAY briefly talking to Bozer about it fixed it. Boy needs Therapy (with a capital T).

Edit: I can't believe I forgot Mac and the ukelele! Not only was it adorable and cheesy and so much fun, but it was 1000% something RDA's MacGyver would have done!

And those are the main thoughts floating around in my head right now. I think I wrangled enough to make a semi-coherent post. I'm excited about the next episode but bummed it's not coming out until the 5th. Until then, there's fanfic fix-its for the whump in this episode. :)

[anobscurename]

ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XI — masterlist

concept: a collection of happenings. the slowest of slow burns. there will be many more parts. an interview is misinterpreted, leading to some awkwardness.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 1,8k

warnings: angst

author's note: i used the name "lily" in slight reference to lily james (no hate to her) but if you, as the reader, is named lily, feel free to use any other name as hers.

There was something to be said about LAX. Status was practically inconsequential in airports. Everyone was either jetlagged or trying to make their flight in time, and everyone had to wait in neatly organized lines. Sure, some moved faster than others, but it was nice to see that everyone was built the same when it came to airports.

You stood, patiently waiting in the collection area of the arrivals. As patiently as you could, practically bouncing on your heels in anticipation. You didn't know why you were there, really.

Well, you knew. You were there to surprise him.

They had wrapped filming the day before, and he had shot you a quick be home soon :) text last night. But you had never picked him up before, instead opting to stay in the comfort of the apartment with Dodger curled up beside you and a batch of "welcome home" cupcakes cooling, waiting to be iced. He'd find his way back by himself just fine every time, so why the sudden change?

Maybe it was the interview you had caught the night before.

It wasn't as if you'd actively sought it – your friend had sent you a link to it in the early morning hours, followed by a barrage of messages that had your nightstand practically quaking from the vibrations of your phone. Knowing she wouldn't let you be until you checked it out, you squinted to see the bright screen before lowering the brightness enough to let your eyes adjust. Cursing the persistence of your friend, you huffed out a sigh and tapped on the link she had highlighted in numerous exclamation points and a slew of unintelligible yet highly suggestive emojis.

It was him. Chris. The flutter your heart gave at the sight of him was a natural occurence at this point, so it was easy to ignore.

Dodger, whose head was resting heavily on your feet, immediately perked up at the sound of Chris' voice the second the YouTube clip began to play.

It was a snippet from a Jimmy interview – Fallon or Kimmel, your brain was too sluggish to comprehend – uploaded fairly recently. If two months was recent in the grand scheme of things.

"Great to be here again, Jimmy," you heard Chris say as you rubbed the bleariness from your eyes.

"Always a pleasure." Fallon. It was Fallon.

Dodger came crawling up to you, nose sniffing the air, trying to console the sound of Chris' voice without the scent of Chris himself. His wet nose pressed into your cheek and you whined in slight annoyance, giving him a slight nudge. "Down, Dodge. It's just an interview. See?"

You turned the phone to show him, and his ears deflated in understanding. You hid a chuckle, pulling him to you for a cuddle, and he dejectedly flopped down onto your shoulder, curling up beside you. "Don't worry, Dodge," you mumbled, placing a small kiss to the top of the boxer's head. "He'll be home tomorrow."

Chris had been gone longer and longer in recent months. You had returned from Vegas in silence, before, once again, everything was back to false normality. What Anthony had said to you still stuck: he was in the profession of pretense. So you allowed him his pretense, even if it pained you at the prospect of having hurt him.

He had disappeared for a few weeks after Vegas, doing PR – this clip must've been from that junket. He returned for a day, before he had left to shoot his new film for the longest time yet: two months, and counting. Dodger was inconsolable, misery evident in the droop of his ears.

It was strange... Even while filming, Chris had never left Dodger for so long. But you supposed you'd been hired for a reason, and filming must've taken some form of toll on him. Enough to not visit his bud.

You turned your attention back to the interview that had been playing throughout your interaction with the pup and willed yourself to focus.

"–anybody you've had your eye on? Anyone new in your life?"

Chris chuckled, looking down and shuffling in his seat. The question was centered around any romance happening in his life, and by the blush that threatened to creep from his already reddening ears to across his cheeks, you knew that he had been caught.

Caught for what, exactly... The interview now had your full attention, exhaustion exiting your body to be replaced by butterflies that felt as though they were travelling through your very bloodstream.

"Oh, man," he smiled lopsidedly. "Where do I even begin?"

He was trying to avoid the question really, and honestly, you understood why. The rumours that would be spread, you could already see the tabloid headlines the next day. You had to remind yourself that this was an old interview.

"Well, according to our producers, the female viewership on the show skyrockets by 48% everytime you're on, so you need to give me something here. Before they come at me with pitchforks," Fallon laughed.

"Well, there is one. We're close, practically living together, but... I don't know. I don't want to risk it, in case, you know... It ruins things. And that's what she's scared of, which I understand. I just hope she gives it a chance. Fingers crossed."

There was a collective "awww" from the audience and the interview very quickly moved on to publicity for his most recent film, but the blood that was suddenly rushing in your ears drowned it out.

Your breath stuttered, your heart hammered in your chest. Your cheeks ached from the smile that seemed to be stuck there, the moment he had told Fallon.

Some part of you scolded you for thinking that Chris was speaking of you, but it was just too coincidental. What he had said, it applied, right? It was applicable to your situation. Directly. There was room for error, but that was practically minuscule. Dodger shifted in his sleep, almost to punctuate your point.

All rational thought of your previous fears disintegrated with that near absolute admission of his feelings.

You tapped on the icon for messages, and typed out a quick response to your friend so she'd know you'd checked it out. It was a non-committal response, neither denying nor fully accepting what she was implying.

On a whim, you checked the text chain you had with Chris. It wasn't a particularly thrilling text chain, very short and quick replies from when he had a free moment on set, interlaced with heart meltingly adorable pics you managed to grab of Dodger. But upon a quick scroll back, one message caught your eye, dating back a week. One that you hadn't thought much of when you first received it, but that now held so much more meaning.

We wrap in a week, I have something to tell you when I get back

You had expected it to be another film role he'd been going for, or maybe a new Broadway show.

You'd let yourself dream, but never let yourself hope. There was too much at stake. First and foremost, he was your friend, and you'd do anything to not ruin it. Anything but kiss him.

But that night, you dreamed.

And that morning, you hoped.

Maybe that's what had you finding out his flight details from his agent, promising a non-life threatening surprise (he had heard about the incident with the baseball bat, and was more than relieved to hear that you were taking initiative in actively not breaking his client's face – as he reiterated a thousand times over "his face pays the rent! HIS FACE IS WORTH YOUR HOUSE!"), and maybe that's what had you stood there, stomach twisted in knots as you waited.

And then you saw him.

And you were simultaneously utterly calm yet filled with butterflies – a refreshing change from the dull ache you had come to grow accustomed to when looking at him.

What you did next surprised even you.

Breaking free from the rest of the eagerly waiting crowd, you sprinted to him and flung yourself into his arms. They wrapped around you, almost as if he was expecting it, expecting you. He lifted you up and spun you around, his laughter vibrating through his whole body and working its way into yours. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you clung to him, and he chuckled breathlessly in surprise.

"Hey, you," he smiled softly down at you when he'd set you on your feet.

"Hey yourself."

And then you noticed her. You had been so happy to see him, that you didn't see her at first. But now you did. You noticed the woman next to him – the one with her own suitcase, the one watching your display of affection with amusement, the one with a beautiful (in every sense of the word) smile etched on her perfect features.

"{Your name}, this is Lily." Chris slung an affectionate arm over Lily's shoulder, pulling her slightly closer to him. He was still smiling from your surprise greeting, but when he looked at her, the smile shifted into something else. Something more. Something that crushed the hope from your lungs. "My girlfriend."

He had said it himself, that night at Vulpecula: you can't compete where you don't compare, and the fact of the matter was, you simply could not begin to compare to a girlfriend. Particularly one such as Lily.

Pretending to be overwhelmingly happy came easy, if not a little forced, and maybe if they weren't so lovesick, they would have have noticed just how pathetic your attempt was. But they didn't notice, and so you threw your arms around Lily in an excited hug. We are in the profession of pretence, after all. "So lovely to meet you!"

You almost kicked yourself. It sounded nothing like you, your voice strained and pitched a little too high. Red flushed your cheeks, but they didn't notice.

"Lily, this is {your name}. My roommate."

Roommate. Ouch. Pretending it didn't hurt when he called you roommate, not even friend, came a little harder. Chris was the actor in your friendship, it was clear enough to see now.

"Welcome to our home," you managed to get out, voice still strangled. You quickly corrected yourself: "His home. His home that I live in when he's not home."

In an effort to busy yourself and extricate yourself from the growing one-sided awkwardness of the situation, you helped Lily with her bags, leading the couple to where the car was parked.

They regaled you along the way with how they met – living together in the same hotel, meeting in the bar downstairs one night, the park dates they took.

When you asked when, the answer had your hands clenching half moons into your palms, a wave of nausea crashing over you like an icy ocean wave. Two months. Two months, and suddenly, that interview made sense.

The entire drive home, you thanked your lucky stars that you hadn't done something stupid.

Something so incredibly stupid, like hoped.

[chaseatinydream]

pirate king (40) || atz

“Can I please touch it?” You breathe, staring at it in awe.

“No.”

“Pleaseeeee~” You whine, and Hongjoong stares at you with some sort of frightened expression, before clutching it closer to his chest.

“No!”

You clasp your hands together and puff out your cheeks in a pout, almost begging your captain. “Please…?”

Your captain falters at the look on your face, hesitating for a moment. Then he comes back to his senses and shakes his head frantically, trying to assume a stern expression.

“I don’t trust anyone with the name Choi to steer this ship, the last time San took the wheel he ran us aground on a beach and Jongho broke the wheel into three pieces. You are not touching the wheel and that is final.”

“But Hongjoong-hyung…” You pout and Hongjoong sputters at the use of his real name, before he forces himself to look away with a scowl.

“I know what you’re playing at, Chin Hae! All of you only call me by name when you want something from me! I’m not falling for it!”

Then he whips around to glare at the man perched cheerfully on the railing of the forecastle deck, who is grinning at you proudly. “Wooyoung, I swear, you better stop teaching Chin Hae your persuasive techniques before I shoot you myself!

“Nope~” Wooyoung hums in a sing song voice as he basks in the sun’s rays like a large cat, chuckling at the sour expression on his captain’s face before he flashes two thumbs ups at you. “I know you can do it, Chin Hae!”

You nod eagerly, determined to work away at your captain until he caves in to your request, but then a voice from the stairs interrupt you.

“Wooyoung-ah, why have you been stealing my apprentice from me?”  

You whirl around in surprise to see your master climbing the stairs with his arms crossed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. A smile pulls at your lips as he wraps his arms around you from behind and settles his chin on your shoulder, cocking his head while taking in Wooyoung and Hongjoong eyeing each other.

Hongjoong is glaring quite frantically, but Wooyoung merely laughs that high pitched dolphin squeal in response, body shaking with amusement. Your captain snorts in disgust and throws his hands up into the air.

“Does no one on this ship respect me?”

The reply is immediate.

“Yes, captain.” You, San and Wooyoung answer simultaneously and then the three of you are exchanging a long and complicated handshake between you. It originally belonged to just San and Wooyoung, but after awhile of teasing Hongjoong together, you’ve learnt their secrets and you can now declare you are part of the inner fold of the crew.

Your captain just smacks his face into the wheel and groans.

It’s been a month since you’ve left the sea witch behind you. In that time, you’ve grown so much closer to the crew already, truly integrating yourself into the crew. You’ve seen raids, actual battles on other ships, especially British East India trading ships that Hongjoong targets for the supplies and gold that they carry.

To your surprise, piracy is actually something rather peaceful, for you at least. Trading ships don’t carry cannons, and usually the sight of the Treasure’s orange and black flag is enough to scare the victim into submission. You haven’t seen a battle in the whole time since you’ve left the sea witch, although Yunho and Jongho insists on keeping your fighting skills up in case anything happens.

You’re a little surprised at first when Hongjoong doesn’t insist on raiding the ship bone bare, instead preferring to leave enough for the ship to survive. A far cry, Mingi had told you, from what Hongjoong used to do. You know that your captain had been a dangerous man a long time before, but you had never expected such a change of heart in him.

Speaking of dangerous people…

Up till now, you still don’t know what had happened to Wooyoung that day.

Part of you still twists a little in unease every time you see him, but you have to remind yourself that this is Jung Wooyoung, the one who gave you the hairpin tucked protectively in your belt, the one who fought to keep you alive that day in Nassau, the one who had saved your life from the sirens. You remember your times in the sails climbing the ropes  When you look at that adorable, boxy smile on his face as he teases your captain relentlessly, that small, niggling sensation fades away into the back of your mind like a dream in the morning.

No. No matter who he was before, he’s nothing like that now.

The man in question glances over at you with a huge grin from where he’s poking his captain in the sides, Hongjoong dissolving into fits of uncontrollable, hysterical giggles as he tries to hold on to the wheel. San joins in, dragging his captain away from the wheel as he laughs uncontrollably. Your captain topples to the ground and Wooyoung and San pounce on top of him, tickling him mercilessly as he rolls around on the deck begging for mercy.

Wooyoung turns to you with a bright smile, breathless with laughter, vibrant, purple hair in disarray, and your heart stutters for a second in your chest.

“Go on, Chin Hae, take the wheel!”

You fight down the unease in you and smile back, forcing the thoughts out of your head as you scamper over to the wheel, gently taking it with hesitant hands.

Immediately you can feel the roar of the sea as it rushes against the rudder, the waves rocking the ship back and forth gently. The Treasure hums under your feet, and for a second, elation rising in you.

“Oh, she’s actually pretty good at it.” Mingi remarks as he steps onto the quarterdeck, followed by Yunho and Yeosang, who look shocked that Hongjoong is actually letting you touch the wheel, before seeing him pinned down by the ship’s resident healer and head gunner.

Yunho grins in anticipation and starts stretching his legs. Your captain turns white at the sight and squeaks desperately under the human pile, waving his arms frantically as he attempts to wriggle his way out, to no avail.

“Yunho, no, don’t do it-”

The battlemaster ignores everything his captain says. Stepping back, he charges forward like a raging bull and jumps on top of the pile, flattening all three people under him.

“Ouch, you’re heavy, Yunho-ah!”

“I’m going to throw you all off the ship for this, I am the captain-”

“Yun Hoe why are you so fat-”

“What’s happening?” Jongho asks as he joins the mess that is the quarterdeck. You smile at the younger battlemaster, who’s holding an apple in his hand.

“Can I have some, Jongho-hyung?”

He merely nods, ignoring the shrieking of his captain as the three of his crew mates bury Hongjoong in a flurry of tickles, all laughing uncontrollably. Breaking the apple in half easily, he then breaks it into quarters, and then into bite sized pieces, one of which he pops into your mouth.

“Thanks, hyung.” You mumble as you crunch on the apple, your words muffled by the piece of fruit in your mouth. Jongho makes a face at the word, as if he wants to tell you something, but you don’t know what. You swallow the apple piece before you ask him what it is.

“Is there something wrong, Jongho-hyung?”

At that, Jongho finally sighs over Hongjoong’s squealing in the background, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well… I want you to stop calling me hyung, actually.”

Sadness descends on you for a moment and the smile on your face falls away instantly, only to be replaced by a miserable look. Jongho looks confused for a moment at the change of expression, before he realises how you might have interpreted his words.

“No no no that’s not what I meant-” He flaps around in a panic for a moment like a wet hen, before he pinches the bridge of his nose and glances over at Yeosang, who’s merely shaking his head at his crew mates’ antics. “Yeosang-hyung, can you tell her what we were talking about yesterday?”

Your heart sinks in your chest. They were talking about you behind your back?

The navigator lights up, as if in realisation, stepping away from the screeching human pile that has somehow become a tiny Hongjoong sandwiched between Yunho, San and Wooyoung. He sees the confused, sad look on your face and is quick to reassure you.

“What we’ve wanted you to know for a while is… now that we’ve found out that you’re a woman, you can’t call us hyung anymore.” You’re momentarily confused, before the ship’s resident language expert continues speaking. “You see, hyung is something younger guys call older guys, but since you’re not a guy anymore, you’re supposed to call us… well… oppa.”

Understanding dawns upon you like a ray of sunlight.

“Ahh.” You turn to Jongho, who’s nodding seriously in agreement as he puts another apple bite in his mouth. “So like… Jongho-oppa?”

At the last word, Jongho’s eyes bulge out suddenly and he chokes furiously, the half chewed apple piece flying out of his mouth and missing Yeosang’s head by mere inches. The navigator manages to dodge in time and the piece of fruit goes flying over the side of the ship into the sea.

“Jongho-oppa!” You cry out in shock, letting go of the wheel to pat a hacking Jongho on the back, Mingi smoothly sliding in to steer the ship. The word, however, just seems to make the young battlemaster cough harder, waving you off.

“I’m fine, I’m fine-” He coughs one more time, thumping his chest as he wheezes for breath. “I just wasn’t… expecting that.”

You glance over at a serenely smiling Yeosang in confusion. “Am I saying it wrong, Yeosang-oppa?”

The navigator beams at you proudly as he pats Jongho on the back, the younger battlemaster slumping against his crew mate as he attempts to catch his breath. “Not at all. Good job, Chin Hae! Go try it on the rest of the guys!”

With the new word lingering on your tongue, you turn towards the human pile.

Your captain is now weakly crying with laughter as his crew members continue assaulting him with tickles from every direction, twitching as he attempts to free himself from their cage like arms. You turn to the one at the top of the pile, hanging over Yunho’s back as he pinches Hongjoong’s sides.

“Umm… Wooyoung…” You begin a little awkwardly, nerves suddenly getting to you. What if he chokes too and doesn’t want to be called that? But it’s too late, you’ve already gotten his attention and he turns to look at you with earnest, green eyes, alight with joy and laughter.

“What is it?”

Your heart stumbles a little in your chest and you’re confused for a moment at what you’re feeling. But you push it aside and hesitantly glance at him in the eye, unable to hold his gaze, which is filled with innocent, child-like curiosity.

“Do you want me to call you… Wooyoung-oppa?”

There’s a moment of awkward silence.

Wooyoung’s reaction isn’t as dramatic as Jongho’s, but it’s even more confusing. His mouth falls open a little, his eyes widening in shock and his eyebrows rising a little as he registers what you’ve just said.

He’s shocked, you can tell. Just whether it’s a good shocked or bad shocked, that’s what you don’t know.

Before you can muster the courage to ask him what’s wrong, he suddenly makes a little, squeaky noise and claps his hands to his cheeks as fast as he can, shaking his head frantically and refusing to meet you in the eye. You’re a little surprised, trying to bend down so you can see exactly what kind of expression he’s making.

“Wooyoung-oppa? Wooyoung-oppa?”

From underneath Wooyoung, San’s eyes light up in realisation, unbeknownst to you or Wooyoung himself.

San knows Wooyoung like he knows the back of his own hand, perhaps more than Wooyoung knows himself. After all, he’s the one who took care of Wooyoung when he first came to the ship. The two have a special bond… one that you can’t even begin to fathom.

Then a gentle smile crosses his face.

“Ooh, Wooyoung-ah, are you shy?” San whistles teasingly and Wooyoung’s head immediately snaps around to stare at San in horror, the chains on his wrists jingling. Then he realises you’re still looking at him in confusion and hops off the pile as fast as he can, squatting on the ground trying to hide his face from you.

Is he… embarrassed?

Yunho’s smile turns evil as well as he mercifully clambers off Hongjoong, who simply lies there, exhausted, while the battlemaster makes his way over to Wooyoung. The head gunner squeaks at the approaching footsteps but doesn’t dare to move, until Yunho grabs his hands and yanks them away from his face.

“Heuk! Hyung, stop it-” Wooyoung cries in horror, but you already see his face, a bright, cherry red blush staining his cheeks and creeping down his neck. He looks like a baby puppy that just got caught stealing food, and the sight makes a smile spread uncontrollably on your face.

“Wooyoung-oppa.” You repeat again. Somehow, Wooyoung’s flush gets even brighter, and he finally slumps the floor with an adorable, defeated pout, hands on his cheeks once more as Yunho and San laugh uncontrollably behind him. “You’re just cruel, Chin Hae, teasing me like this.”

Your heart skips a beat. Really, what is this feeling?

“Me too!” Hongjoong whines, looking annoyed as he gets to his feet on wobbly legs. “Nobody on this ship ever calls me by name! Chin Hae, please help me out here!”

You smile sweetly at Hongjoong.

“Of course, captain.”

At Hongjoong’s screech of exasperation and howling of laughter coming from around you, you smile, contented, with your lot in this life. You may not have your memories, but you have them, and it’s more than you could ever wish for.

They’re your treasure.