#CUTE. IT'S CUTE I'M SORRY BUT IT'S REALLY SWEET.

[legendofmorons]

Can we have a one-shot where reader is Aryll's and Wind's older sibling, and when the Chain visits them in his era they form a little crush on one of the other Link's? You can choose which one is the crush, but I just want a cute little story of Aryll and Wind teasing/playing wingman for reader.

Absolutely! This was really fun to write!

How to get a boyfriend (ft. Gremlin little siblings)

Rating: T for cursing

Relationships: Wind & Aryll & reader, Time x reader

Genre: fluff (crack?)

Summary: When you meet the chain, you quickly develop a crush on time, and to your horror, Wind and Aryll are both aware and helping.

Warning: Wind locks you in a bathroom, but no particular room description. (It's all in fun as the trope from fics)

Other: Wind is a little shit and I love him.

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You are in the middle of sweeping the porch when you hear your little brother, Link, call out to you. It's a relief to know he's safe. His habit of getting dragged into trouble always worried you.

"(Y/n)!" The tween calls, rushing to reach you.

You drop the broom just in time to catch him. You hug him as soon as he throws himself at you. A small grunt escapes you, but you're upright.

"You're so late for dinner." You say with a smile.

"I brought some friends, got enough for eight more? Also, I'm going by Wind right now." Wind asks.

"Excuse me?" You ask, looking up from the hug to see a group of eight heavily armed males.

Wind steps back, letting go of you. "These are my friends."

You immediately hone in on the tallest, who looks like he's fought too many battles. He's looks like a Greek statue.

"Friends?" You ask, pulling your gaze away from the man.

"Yeah, they've watched my back."

"Well, anyone who can keep you safe is a friend in my book." You say. "Come on in, I'll start some dinner."

You lead them inside, holding the door for them. They all say thanks, some more enthusiastic than others.

Wind shuts the door, almost vibrating with excitement.

The large group is clustered in the living room, looking at you and your brother.

"I'm (Y/n), thanks for watching out for my brother." You offer a wave.

"Nice to meet you. I'm time." The tallest says with a nod.

"Warriors."

"I'm Hyrule!"

"Four."

"I'm Twilight, thank you for havin' us."

"I'm Sky, it's nice to meet you."

"I'm Wild."

"Legend."

You look to Wind, silently asking if the weird names are a group thing.

He just grins at you, which means they are.

"I'm sure Aryll is around somewhere, Grandma is out for a few weeks. Make yourselves at home. I'm going to start dinner." You say.

Making your way to the kitchen, you started trying to figure out what you can make that will feed twelve people.

Chili? Soup? Kabobs?

Who knows.

Maybe just soup and sandwiches?

As you consider your options, you hear someone clear their throat. You jump, but only a little.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to know if you wanted help? I know you weren't expecting to cook for so many." Time explains, looking a little awkward.

Huh.

That's actually really sweet, and you aren't going to turn away help.

You smile, maybe a little shy, "I'd love that. Thank you."

Cooking dinner and then serving it goes much faster with a second set of hands helping you.

Time is pretty good at letting you boss him around a little in the name of feeding everyone.

You enjoy dinner conversations, but every time you find yourself looking at Time, you get a nudge from Wind's elbow and a giggle from Aryll.

Dinner ends, and you, of course, offer the group to stay in your house.

You help the group set up sleeping arrangements in the living room, pointedly ignoring the way your sister giggles when you have to ask Time to help you reach something.

Honestly, the way the man comes up behind you to help is- flustering.

You are so grateful when they all go to bed.

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From the moment Time offered to help you cook, you've had no hope of being anything but smitten.

Unfortunately for you, Wind has noticed and takes great joy in teasing you. As is the right of younger siblings.

Aryll is, as always, happy to follow the leaf of your brother.

This all leads to them making kisses faces at you from behind Time, suggesting you ask him for help in suggestive voices, and even just whispering his name at you randomly.

Somehow, they even have Wild and Hyrule in on it, too.

Wind also somehow managed to keep leaving you and Time alone with several winks.

Aryll is a little less creative and either giggles or follows Wind's lead.

Although she did ask Time if he was with someone and when he said no, she just gave you a wide grin.

Little brats.

As much as you love them, you could just shake them sometimes.

Like now. Now you'd kind of like to shake them.

Really, you should have seen it coming, but lo and behold, here you are.

Trapped in the bathroom with Time, all thanks to a ploy your siblings cooked up.

They had told you and Time both that the other needed help fixing the shower head, and here you are, trapped.

"We aren't letting you out until you talk!" Wind calls.

"Link! You're so grounded!" You call back loudly while smacking the door with your palm.

Time just sighs, pulling his hand down his face. "This is ridiculous."

"Talk!" Aryll calls.

"Grounded!" You call back.

There's the laughter of your two siblings. They are definitely laughing at the predicament they caused. You know, like jerks.

You lean your forehead against the door with a groan.

Breaking down the door will just cause problems for your grandmother.

"Are you... okay?" Time asks.

You keep your forehead against the door but sigh. "Siblings."

"I've heard they can be... a handful." Time sympathizes to your commiseration.

You snort at that. "They can be, little brats."

"You love them, though."

"Of course I do."

Time hums once.

Giving into the situation, you pull away from the door and straighten up. You turn, facing the man.

He watches you, face soft like usual. (Like it is for you specifically, but you haven't figured that out just yet.)

Well, you suppose now is a good time to tell him you're going with them when they leave again.

"I'm going with you." You say firmly.

"What?" He blinks.

You set your shoulders. "When you leave again, I'm going with you all. My brother is going and I'm going with."

"I don't think -"

"I'm going. You don't have to like it, but it's happening. Besides. Someone should be there to help you boys take care of yourselves."

Time stares at you, mind racing through all the possibilities this could bring. He dosen’t want to put you at risk. That would kill Wind if something happened...

It would kill him, too. He isn't-

Time can admit he's got feelings for you. He just dosen’t know how to push them away because every time he tries ypu go and do something to make them flare up again.

Like now, you stand stubborn and loyal as you announce your intent to join some sort of wild goose chase for an unknown evil.

The worst part is... he wants you to join them. He wants to be around you.

"It's dangerous."

"I don't care. I'm going." You say simply.

"I don't want you to get hurt."

"But you can?"

"That's different." Time says simply.

"Not really."

"I'm a hero -"

"You are a mortal. You are a strong, kind man who needs to learn how to not be self-sacrificing!"

Time stills, gaze fixed on you as something flickers across his face. "I... I didn't know you cared so much."

"Of course I do. You're important to Wind."

"Oh." He says as disappointment wells up.

You give a wry smile. "Besides, I like you myself."

"You... do?"

There's a bang at the door before Wind calls out to you. "TELL THE ACTUAL TRUTH!"

"JUST KISS!" Aryll suggests helpfully.

Time feels cold as the realization that ypur younger siblings know his heart towards you. Oh.

That's embarrassing.

"Oh my Hylia." You groan. "I am so sorry about them."

"It's- okay..."

"This is all so stupid. See... I uh- I have a real big crush on you, and they have it in their heads that you feel the same."

Time feels his heart speed up. He's old enough he shouldn't get caught up in things like this... but he does.

The words you say go right to his heart.

He is left trying to find the words to respond.

"Anyway... sorry, I know that makes things awkward." You say with a strained smile.

"No. It's okay. I actually feel the same." Time manages to say.

"Oh. Well fuck." You laugh a little breathlessly.

"What?"

"They are never going to let me live this down."

"Who- oh! Wind is definitely going to live it up." Time says.

You just shake your head. "He is."

"So... Are you still up to coming with us?"

"Of course. Maybe I can take you on a date sometime while we're out saving the world." You offer, feeling cheesey even as you say it.

Time nods, lips pulling up. "I'd like that. Maybe we can build something good together."

"I'd like that." You echo with a smile.

The bathroom door opens, letting you see the fleeing siblings.

Time offers you a hand and a wink, "Shall we go deal with that?"

"Only if we are getting them back."

"Of course." He says.

You take his hand, letting him lead you out of the room.

This feels like the beginning of something beautiful.

But don't worry, Wind and Aryll spend years and years reminding you of their meddling and matchmaking.

Except now, they tease you about your sappiness and your 'debt' to them.

(Ypu get them back, don't worry.)

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

CBS Ghosts 4x12 Live Reaction

So the episode title for this one is really, really long.

So, I'm going to call it: Flower's Disastrous Galentine's Day :)

LOL Male Number 28???

Flower recruited them. WOW.

He can talk to Moon Rock??? And he gets the outside.

OMG. Sticks and badgers? OMG.

Isaac - management. right.

This not a great team. Jay's opening is 2/13/2025?

Aw Trevor. You all get to go.

OMG Trevor - the REVERSE of the Diner Party!

Wow, Sass.

Thor's cool with it.

Woohoo!

I love that this is a reverse of DP. Go Trevor!! It's awesome that Isaac's rewarding him with this power :)

Oh man, imagine if they could hear the ghosts.

OMG Jay is just prompting Flower's memory. Love it.

Bela's excited!

LOL Flower is teaching Thor Spanish.

I love that Sam's just like - yeah no, Flower. :)

Side note - all this about the Restaurant - have we forgotten about the B&B???

LOL Hetty is trying to manipulate Issac into giving her his spot.

We know Isaac!

Wow, Hetty. That's impressive.

Flower's frustrated and goes to the Basement Ghosts!

OMG THEIR GHOST POWERS???

Trevor is so cute.

YES! I love Trevor and Hetty going back and forth like this! I love Trevor being able to go toe to toe with her.

Trevor's never been the one against the Irish Hetty, that's you!

Aww he's sour about the breakup. Hetty's so shocked.

I would've liked it better if he did it because of DP. it would be very circular.

Neal is after Bela. I like him better than Eric.

"It would be more impactful if you could hear me."

OMFG I'm dying!

Bad Flower!

They can give people Cholera! HOLY SHIT. Powerful!

The ghosts really do ruin their lives sometimes.

That's the good news?

Dark Silver Linings.

Bela's helpful at least.

OOOOOH the sunset already! SHIT!!

Sam is just letting loose. Awwww, now I feel for Flower - oh, no, wait.

LOL "May I sit or am I banned from tables."

Aw. Trevor, you're so cute. <3 He misses his friend. Which I guess means that they are friends!

Hetty said she's sorry! That's nice.

Power Friends?

I love it! This could be fun! (As long as they actually do something with it).

Sam relents too fast. Even if Sad Flower is sad.

Pete, please stop.

Aww, Sass and Alberta are so sweet.

I feel like Mark needs to know how this works with the ghosts.

Bela! Jay! BAD!

Hetty is like "This is reserved for us" = BASEMENT BUDDIES and Power Friends.

I'm impressed by the crowd!

And the ghosts helping! <3

OMG Isaac!

"Wow, there's really nothing Sam won't do for us!"

Cute.

He's blaming Lettuce??? OMG Isaac!

"We're still following lows this fool made" - Love you Alberta.

"Wow these guys believe anything" - this coming from Flower. WOW.

Overall, I think I enjoyed the episode :)

[baby--vera]

First taste of Love

alexis ness x reader

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it's february 14th. a notorious day. valentines day.

this is the first valentines you're spending with ness. you didn't have much planned but hopefully it would be memorable and sweet. and memorable for ness it was.

you woke up in the morning to the light melody of chirping birds and the sunlight peaking through the slightly ajar curtain of your shared bedroom. you sat up while rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and turning to the other side of the bed. your gaze lands on a mop of ashy brown and magenta hair sprawled out on a pillow. ness' breathing was slow and steady, still asleep. a loving smile pulls at your lips, entranced by the sight of your lover.

you slip your way out of the bed quietly without waking ness. your his tshirt falling to circle around your mid thighs as your bare feet make contact with the cool wooden floors, sending a shiver up your nerves. you pad your way out the bedroom and mke your way down to the kitchen.

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ness is stirred awake by the lurking feeling of your absence beside him in the bed. he blinks his eyes into focus and fixates on the empty area beside him, where your figure would usually reside.

he groans and forces his body up, on a mission to find where you went. why'd you leave him so early alone in a cold bed without the warmth of your body?

ness stands to full height and stretches his tight muscles, feeling the complaint of his muscles from being cramped and curled around your own body the whole night. he lets out a sigh of content as his tendons are no longer taut, and swings the bedroom door open to go seek out your presence.

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you're leaning over the kitchen corner, scrolling on your phone as the quiet hum of the coffee machine sounds in the kitchen. you suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a familiar scent fills your senses.

"ah! ness, you scared me.." you pouted and leaned into his embrace.

he buries his face into the top of your hair and allows his eyes to flutter close in your presence.

"i woke up and you were missing beside me.." his voice muffled against your hair.

"mm..i'm sorry, i was just gonna make breakfast for us."

he lifts his head slightly and opens his eyes.

"why? you never usually make breakfast?"

"do you not want me to?" you turn around in his hold to face him, resting your hands on his chest.

"ah- you know that's not what i meant.."

you let out a small giggle.

"i know. i'm just teasing you 'lexis."

ness lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"no but really..why are you cooking?" he tilts his head to the side, kind of resembling cat. cute.

"'lexis..do you know what day it is?"

"..no?"

there was a short pause. you both standing staring at eachother.

"ness. it's valentines day"

ness' eyes widen slightly.

"oh."

your eyebrows furrow slightly.

"what's wrong 'lexis?"

ness diverts his gaze down towards the floor, and you feel his grasp on you tighten slightly, almost unnoticeable.

"nothing..i've just..seen the point in celebrating valentines."

oh. that's why.

of course you knew about ness' childhood, but you never would've thought that he wouldn't see the point in celebrating valetines.

"well, i'm gonna make this the most memorable valentines you'll ever have!" you kept your hopes up, not wanting ness to start the day off upset.

ness leans into your touch, a silent 'okay' from him.

-

and the most memorable valentines, you did.

but in ness' mind. any valentines with you would be the best. even days that weren't deemed a special holiday.

this was so ass and the ending was so rushed😓 i just needed to post something for valentines and bc im always inactive...👀

[alli-ily]

I am so sorry for replying just now- BUT LET ME YAAAAAP NCKDJJDJDJD‼️‼️

FIRST OF YOUR OC IS SO COOL AND ABSOLUTELY CUTE????? 😭😭😭🫶🫶💜✨✨ I LOVE THEIR STORY SO MUCH AND I AM SO DUMB FOR FORGETTING THE WORLD BUILDING INFO'S, I'LL DEFINITELY GET INTO THAT ONCE I FINISH MY OTHER TO DO LIST 😭‼️BUT I LOVEEEE HOW DETAILED THIS IS 🤩🤩✨‼️ (in fact it might not even be all of it huh...👀)

The way you literally built Siyun's personality and background, how they're so traumatized sweet, stronk, hard working, and doesn't abide by strict orders/rules because who cares about that anyways- 💅✨ aND AND THEY'RE GIVING GOLDEN RETRIEVER VIBES⁉️⁉️🤩🤩🤩✨✨✨ (rip for Azul btw, bro is being stared at by Siyun so hard that he can't even do anything about it XD)

I am literally smiling so hard when I first saw this and even now 😭😭‼️ I was shocked that you even put a thought about my OC 🥹🥹⁉️⁉️ BFKDJDJSJSKDJF TYSMMM 😭😭💜💜✨SO IN RETURN HERE'S MY THOUGHT FOR THEIR INTERACTION AND LORE DROP ‼️‼️

just some explanation about Ariya's family background:

The house of Adler (Ariya's surname in this universe) is a family of Knights and was known for their contribution to the country’s military strength and mastery of swordsmanship; because of this, the monarch gave them permission to build a school to further spread knighthood and their art in swordsmanship to knights-in-training. This made her family a former powerhouse in the field of combat and producing powerful knights. But now that her father is the one handling the legacy, an incident happened in the process; an unknown group of people killed a high-ranking figure in the court using the technique that their family was so proud of, and this sabotage is the main reason why they had no choice but to shut down the school and the start of the once-prominent Adler family’s decline. (Ariya was trained by her family and an unknown person at a young age and proved her immense skill in this regard *she is a dual sword wielder*)

What if they met in a swordsmith shop?

Ariya is definitely surprised to even meet such a genuine person in this world of masks since Siyun's "kind" is rare nowadays, but after interacting with them out of curiosity and interest with her happy and soft facade, she came to a conclusion that they're just really nice and hopeful. (She also noted Siyun's eyes, how they lit up with familiarity towards her and the way it furrows into..pity? *that got her a bit annoyed* Ariya also observed their armor and movement, making sure they're not trained under her Family's art of swordsmanship.)

Once Ariya's curiosity is satisfied, she'll probably just remember Siyun as some unfamiliar knight who knows her family's downfall and not outright look for them to gain connections or suspect them because of her history with knights...it's probably out of pure luck if they will still meet again and surprisingly Ariya keeps bumping into Siyun whenever she's out investigating or doing errands (she is very alert but knows she somehow magnet extroverts that keeps wanting to adopt befriend her- she's introvert :'3)

Their friendship will probably be a bit fast because Ariya is mostly out snooping for evidences while she keeps bumping into Siyun and Siyun will probably be persistent (? please correct me if I'm wrong) because they want to help her with her investigations.

In the end Siyun got involved in one of her snooping's that escalated into fight making Siyun officially see Ariya with no facade and the infamous Adler swordsmanship with a mix of Ariya's own unique and elegant twist to it. (her double sword and swordsmanship is actually inspired and similar to Elizabeth Midford from Black butler hehe) Siyun will of course still help despite Ariya's words to let her handle it, making the fight more easy and swift with their own swordsmanship's harmonizing. At the end of the event, their bond will definitely grow strong, making Ariya compliment Siyun's combat and art genuinely because she is a lady of culture 🤌🤌 Once they bond more, Ariya will be more comfortable with Siyun, talking to them like a real friend with no facade and will even invite them to train if she has free time.

please notice me, prince!! ♡

au by @alli-ily << i've been meaning to join this au for a little while now hehehe

*click for better quality LMAO,,, sorry i have no idea why it's so fucked up but i did transcript the important stuff down here if you want

sir? dame? siyun (aka azul's worst nightmare)

"though they are very capable, they're quite unpopular with nobles as they tend to disobey even direct orders if they figure that there is a more efficient way to do things. they're also a little too honest for high society's taste."

siyun hails from far away lands, practically another world (hehe nod to them being a yuu). it is known that they have two younger siblings and that their parents are both well but it seems that they are no longer in contact.

...ashengrotto despises them (they give him SO many headaches, FREE HIM 🙏🙏)

some more stuff utc,, ARGHHH I BRAINROT OVER AUS LIKE THIS SO FAST💔💔💔 it's the evil manhwa lover in me

ALRIGHT SOOO.... the reason why i keep mentioning azul is because In My Head (please correct me if i'm wrong/you don't want me making up stuff HELPPP i didn't know what to go off aside that there's a bunch of kingdoms and nobles), he was accused/is suspected of embezzlement and siyun was dispatched to monitor him.

...they might as well be the bane of his existence honestly. embezzlement is likely the one crime he has yet to commit but with a highly competent knight keeping a close eye on him, it's gotten a lot harder for him to do anything that is remotely not outstanding-member-of-society material, which pisses him off to no end (...that's kinda just his own assumptions though LMAO, siyun does NOT care that much about the matters of some rich merchant,, unless someone gets hurt that is).

ANYWAYS. this made me think i should probably write down how they feel about lady ariya and prince shin

starting with lady ariya

siyun truly admires her resolve to clear her family's name. but they also can't help but feel something akin pity for her, the path she chose for herself will be long and arduous, especially alone—very few manage to walk out, head held high and pride intact. still, she seems like a promising young lady and siyun is a hopeful person, "i will assist you should you ever call for me."

prince shin (@liyuviq)

humble beginnings, big responsibilities. it's a bit presumptuous, but siyun sort of relates to the illegitimate prince. perhaps not fully—they never experienced Suddenly Being A Royal and sincerely hoped they never would, even in another universe. however, they can relate to the whiplash, the struggle to cram into a few months—no, weeks—everything the other nobles learned over the years, the stares, the whispers... they remember how it all felt, and when they look at their highness shin, they can only hope that they will rise through it all. "then again, i do know i am not your highness. perhaps you don't feel even a fraction of the dread that filled me back then—i would be very glad if so."

i hope i'm not overstepping 👉👈,, aghh also open for interactions for anyone interested hdhdhhdshd, i haven't checked the tag yet HELP

as for the hypothetical target of their affection,,, i fear it may be butler jade 💀💀........... I'M A SUCKER FOR BUTLER X KNIGHT ARCHETYPE 💔💔💔ALSO I BRAINROT OVER YUNDE 2MUCH💔AH AND quick lore rundown

i imagine their knighthood still stands in another empire—or kingdom,,, sorry my knowledge of the world building here is a little vague HDUAJHF. anyway the point is that they are skilled enough for the royal family themselves to take them under their heavy golden wing—until the ashengrotto accusations and they're given bits and pieces of their freedom back.

I'M REALLY SORRY MOOTS THIS IS JUST ME YAPPING ON AND ON..... but like this au's really sick‼️‼️‼️ tags - @heyhellohihowareyou @elenauaurs @distant-velleity @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @skriblee-ksk @sickle-stick @puowei @jadelover69 @tixdixl @nemisisnemi @angelwishess @theleechyskrunkly @chillygourami @bunniehunn @cheerleaderman UUUH DID I FORGET ANYONE.....

[holybibly]

mommy 🩷💝 bunny has a little request…bunny wants you to please stop crowding the fic tags with your posts when they’re irrelevant 🥺 your bunny feels bad for the other writers…. 🥺🥺 thank you love you mommy 💖

Hmm, don't you think that's rude? And you know, darling, if that's the question, then I should stop posting altogether, because I feel really sorry for other writers too, and as it turns out, my posts don't make sense. I'm sorry for other writers who use the hashtag #unholy hour that I created specifically for my blog without my permission, I'm sorry for other writers who steal the style of my blog and my ideas without mentioning that any of my work inspired them, I'm sorry for other writers who format their posts exactly the same way I do, and I'm sorry that my bunnies are starting to confuse my stories with others because of it. I'm sorry, you know. I'm sorry that I'm constantly being attacked from the outside for everything I do. I'm sorry that other writers can do whatever they want and use as many tags as they want without getting those sweet "requests" like this spiced up with super cute emoticons and "I love you, Mommy". I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, and on and on. You know, I usually prefer to ignore these kinds of 'requests' and not get involved in the drama, but lately there's been so many of them and it's all so 'sweet' and 'nice'. You know, I don't get paid for this, and even if it sounds rude, could you show a little gratitude and be a little more correct and pleasant in the wording of your messages? And I'm sure there are so many great writers whose posts are filled with meaning, unlike mine, as it turns out.

Before any future apologies, I'm not one to give second chances, I love myself and my art too much. I'm here, I've created something unique for everyone to enjoy and feel safe in, you're always my inspiration, bunnies, but posts like this make me feel unsafe on my own blog, and how can I write something beautiful and gorgeous if I don't feel like it? Again, I don't want to cause drama, but I don't like being told what to do. I think I've always been respectful to my bunnies, so is it too much to ask for the same respect for me?

You know, I don't want to discuss this any more, it just makes me more upset.

[from-izzy]

be fair | nct park jisung

"You're not bringing us down. You're not bringing anybody down," Jisung shakes his head hurriedly. "I promise. We'll take this step by step remember?"

pairing » nct park jisung x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)

trope/au » established relationship au, non-idol au, implied friends to lovers

genre » fluffy fluff with a little hint of angst, hurt/comfort for the reader, supportive and patient boyfriend jisung, jisung who just wants to treat you right, also shy but sometimes confident (?) jisung

word count; estimated reading time » 1650; ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » mentions of a toxic past relationship (reader), jisung implied to be taller, rapid proofread once

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist

based on this request! thank you for sending it in anon and i'm sorry it took a while for me to write 😭 i hope you (and everyone else!) enjoys this one!!

The romantic season has finally started, and that also means that sweet treat of early leave that you applied for at the start of the year. You're keen on using the leave to spend more quality time with your loved ones, especially your boyfriend Park Jisung.

From the introduction from mutual friends, you've known Jisung for a long time. Long enough for him to know your favourite drink and your comfort food. Long enough for him to send you cute hamster videos, and comfortable enough for you to reply with a "That's you!" to which Jisung reacts to the message with a blushing emoji; his face perfectly depicted that emoji too.

The exchanges became pretty limited when you got into a relationship. Yes, Jisung is glad you were able to fall in love, but the dried tears on your face whenever he catches a glimpse of you make him feel otherwise. The one-year toxic relationship would continue for a few more months. Some of your friends were understandably frustrated with how you wouldn’t leave, and despite explaining that words aren't easily acted out, the stress only made your room swallow your sobs even more. In the end, when things were better, you confronted all and cut off some.

The reality is that, we could always be prepared for something, and give others advice but when it happens to us, the world stops. Rational thinking may follow after. At that time, you need to surround yourself with healthy and supportive people. That’s who how Park Jisung is to you.

Jisung really did take care of you, every step of the way. Whether it was sending groceries to our house, sending daily affirmations, and despite his lack of experience and nervousness, helping you draft an email to your boss for a short break to take care of yourself. He's open to telling you that he's not sure what to do, but through simple communication, Jisung was the key for you to escape your toxic ex-boyfriend, and the dreadful aftermath of the relationship. That relationship was ages ago, and now you're happily in a relationship with Jisung for a month.

"Ah," Jisung pouts at the reminder. "You're bringing that up again?"

"I can't help it!" You chuckle at your date who takes another spoonful of his soup, adjusting his scarf after to hide his blushing cheeks. "You said I was hot like soup and then confessed right after!"

If the table could come alive and swallow Jisung up, he would appreciate that very much. "But I really did mean it! You've always been hot but that day you were just, you know...amazing and beautiful...I couldn’t help but say my thoughts…"

Every time you bought this up, Jisung would always become flustered. Just like every other time, his cheeks and the tip of his ears flare, his eyes smile but look away from yours, and sometimes his speech stutters due to his racing heart. But this time, maybe it's the heart-shaped decoration by the entrance of the sore, the roses in the middle of the table, or the way that Jisung called this a date. The environment is bustling but not in the sharp clanging of cutlery on porcelain, but the laughter that wraps the both of you in a loving embrace. 

Last month, as Jisung delivered his feelings for you smoothly like the ice cream in your hands, your gaze on him softened. You doubt it was the ice cream that spread warmth through your chest and your cheeks. You’ve realised your growing feelings for him throughout the past year, but never dared to speak up; not after your relationship even though you know Jisung is nothing like your ex. Your love for Jisung grows after each date, after each brush against his skin and the kisses he places all over your features. Everything that Jisung did in your presence, reminds you that your feelings for him are reciprocated.

"I thought we agreed that I would pay next," sulking at the fact that you lost the credit card battle once more.

"There will always be a next time," pressing a quick peck on your lips.

Jisung's words have always seemed so confident, but just like the soup from dinner earlier, you're sure that the redness across his cheeks isn't from the cool weather. Even with thick winter gloves, you can feel Jisung's hold like you both were skin-to-skin as you walk along the illuminated footpath from open stores. You talk about everything that came up in your mind, taking turns to nod when Jisung does with yours. Your words are always safe with him, the same way his words are safe with you. Your stories continue to be shared, but it wasn't overbearing; not like how you were treated in your past relationship.

Similarly, Jisung loves to tell you about his day, and coo about the two birds leaning against each other not too far away. Jisung loves to go into detail on the things you talked about on text, all the while observing the windows of the shops for things you liked. You fall in love with his voice which pulls you back into the present whenever your mind drifts somewhere else. Whenever those times hit, Jisung has picked up on some things: the glimmers in your eyes fade, your fingers grow weaker or stronger around his, and your hums would be monotonic and randomise between the middle of his sentences instead of the end.

You're habituated to the shoes shuffling on the gravel, so when you stop, you immediately turn your head to Jisung who's a step behind you. Your eyes widen and your lips tremble at the realisation that you missed parts of his stories.

Your heart drops at your actions. I'm sor-"

"Are you alright?" He interjected. Your hands untangle from his as Jisung fixes your scarf. "Don't want you getting cold," lifting the material to cover your lips and chin better. His eyes resemble a smile when he's satisfied with the adjustment and he rests his palms on your shoulders.

"Sorry, I'm just thinking again," eyes downcasted to your shoes that pointed to his.

"No, it's okay," your boyfriend reassures. "I love listening to your voice. I can never get enough of it."

"Really? I just don't want you to feel like you have to listen to all these things because you really don’t have to-"

"But I love it," he cuts you off once more. Jisung slips a glove off, his palm cupping your chilly cheek. Your head tilts, meeting the reflecting Christmas lights behind you, and how clear your reflection from his orbs. "I love hearing all this because that means you trust me and are comfortable with me telling me all these things."

"Of course, I am, Ji," placing emphasis on the affirmative words. "I just hate how you've always treated me right from the start but I keep on doing this thing where my mind goes to the past and I just bring us down and-"

"You're not bringing us down. You're not bringing anybody down," Jisung shakes his head hurriedly. "I promise. We'll take this step by step remember?"

You focus on the soothing glides that his thumb did on your cheekbones, closing your eyes to savour the gentleness. Jisung steps closer to you, wrapping your body with his arms. His deep tone soothes your mind, and you place an ear to where his steady heart is. All the negative thoughts subside slowly, but surely.

"What you went through was scary, bubs," he whispers, "and I don't expect you to just get over it. You're allowed to be scared."

"But it's not fair on you, Sung..."

"What's not fair is you thinking that it's not fair.” A tear or two escapes your eyes, and your lips shudder at the sincerity of his voice. Your hand lifts, only to clasp onto the hem of his jacket. Jisung guides your breathing, messaging his fingers onto your scalp reassuringly. “You’re not being fair to anyone if you act like nothing happened. I want you to always be open with me, okay? I want to support you. Always.”

“Okay,” your answer comes out hushed, and you’re worried that Jisung didn’t hear it. 

You lift your head from his chest, intending to repeat your answer to make sure it gets across. But all words halted when Jisung’s lips fell upon your forehead dearly. The pink deepens into red across his cheekbones, and Jisung hides his eyes behind his overgrown bangs as he stares down at his shuffling feet. For yourself, the heat rises to your cheeks, and you’re sure that Jisung could feel them even through his gloves. And just if that wasn’t enough to make you melt in this winter, Jisung confesses his feelings for you once more as wills himself determinedly to look into your eyes.

“I love you. So, please be fair to yourself.”

There was no way that you could say anything to that, not with how he hits you the words filled with honesty. You see the way his eyes slowly morph into uncertainty at your silence, worried that he made you uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry-” His words are cut off with a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t be,” you beam at him with the cutest smile, brighter than the sunset behind you. “I love you too, Sungie.”

Delighted with the positive response, Jisung lowers his back to be at eye level with the person that he loves. His thumb traces along the bottom of your lip, index following the shape of your jawline as he gulps at where he puts his finger. You’re met with Jisung’s eyes, and no words are needed when you understand what he is asking for. Your sure nod left Jisung almost sweeping you off the ground, joining his lips with yours sweetly under the warmth of the sunset. 

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@haneul-and-clouds

[queruloustea]

I saw your post about your family being not so kind about your art, so I just wanted to say how much I love your art style. The way you draw the hearthians(especially the babies) and other stuff is so cute and feels so right and whenever you post I secretly hope it's another piece of outer wilds art :D. Your artstyle is so pretty and pleasing to look at, it's basically eye candy, and I just like it a lot. So I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry your family doesn't appreciate your art, but I do appreciate it a lot and I'm sure all of your other followers do too. You're super talented and I hope your family will see that soon^_^

awwww thanks man :((( this is incredibly sweet of you. im really glad it makes you happy and i hope all this passes soon! thankyou so much my dude

[lynn-tged-posting]

HEY GANG we actually have ANOTHER update on this!!! YAY!!! making it a reblog instead of an edit bc we got a bunch of various new canon info!!! i'm super happy!!!

(if you'd like to skip to the info regarding birthdays, that'll be at the end,,, sorry hehe i just wanted to cover everything!!! there's a tldr at the bottom for your convenience :3)

if you didn't already know, webtoon released a cardpack collection on their official shop in collaboration with Taeyang Shop, and there's a ton of really neat cards of artwork from the manhwa!!! among those, there's a handful of incredibly special ones. a couple caught my eye, including:

this 3 card combined spread!!! alillojavi is real. the trio ever. i love them . if you look at the edge of lloyd and javier's card too you'll see the wooden sword that got broken by og!lloyd HELPPP WAHAHA

and these character profile cards!!! these are actually what i wanted to focus on for this post so i'll be talking abt these from here on out. with just the sample i had actually just thought the lloyd, javier, and alicia cards were face cards, but no those are profile ones there's INFO ON THE BACK!!! i'll share those in a bit nod emoji

i've only found a couple accounts on twitter that show these cards in their entirety, which i will post and link below!!! please do check out the accounts of the OPs i link, they post a lot about tged!

card 126 is bangul's profile card! she's so cute~

a huge thank you to @silentnewtbark for helping with the translation,,, trying to do this myself would've been insane!!! we both relied on translation tools though, so all translations may be a little literal/a little off. if there's any corrections to be made please let us know nod emoji

in each section from top to bottom, left to right, her text reads:

Bangul -REPTILE- // subtitle is assumption based on hamang's card!

Weight: 190g (before transformation), 3.5t (after transformation)

Body Length: 10cm (before transformation), 5m (after transformation)

Blood Type: Rh type

Favorite Things: Lloyd, Javier, sunflower seed, Ppodong, Hamang, Ggoming, Bibeong, soil (especially soil with granite powdered on top), exclusive diaper (for volcanic ash collection)

Disliked Things: Soil with a lot of substances, cold, excessive labor (rebar production) ruining her butt // struggled with this one...!!!

end translation! she's so cute,,, its so sweet that her favorite things are her little family of summons and lloyd and javier,,,, SO CUTE,,,

we also see suho's brand logo from the flag in episode one in the background of the card!

next, card 127 is hamang!

in each section from top to bottom, then left to right, his text reads:

Hamang -MAMMAL-

Blood Type: A type

Weight: 230g (before water intake), 230g + water weight (after water intake)

Body Length: 11cm (before water intake), 50m (after water intake), 70m (after oneshot skill)

Disliked Things: polluted water, places without water, midwinter

Favorite Things: cool water, warm water, seawater, lake water, pond water, well water, clean water, rain water, ice water, Lloyd, Javier, Ppodong, Bangul, Ggoming, Bibeong, drinking water and rolling around while fully hydrated

end translation! so silly,,, again love that lloyd javier and the summons are all mentioned in here, so so cute! i imagine ppodong's card says the same thing! i'm not sure if there's a ggoming or bibeong card though, but i (and the rest of tgedtwt im sure) will be keeping an eye out lol

NOW FOR THE HUMAN CHARACTER CARDS!

we were able to see the front and back of alicia's and lloyd's character cards thanks to sion_wp on twitter! a huge thank you to them!!!

let's start with alicia's! line by line, from top to bottom, her text reads:

Alicia Termina Magentano

09.28 / B / 169cm / 56kg // birthday, blood type, height, and weight respectively!

Likes: Lloyd Frontera (his plump butt) (// LMFAO??), strengthening royal authority, training in fencing, subjugating those that don't share her political views, identifying and punishing corrupted officials, seeing lloyd's struggle with his appearance

Dislikes: Lloyd's (Kim Suho's) singing, the house of nobles, banquets with politicians, National Audit Season, extremely sweet desserts, the sultan of the eastern sultanate (// Samarkand, sultan of Asfahan), corruption and treason conspiracies

end translation! IM LOSING MY MIND AT THE VERY FIRST THING BEING LLOYD'S FAT ASS IM??? HELP??? PLEASE HAHAHAHA

additionally WE NOW HAVE A BIRTHDAY FOR HER!! YIPPEE!!! this wasn't something i expected at all!!! another one to the list hehe~ she's a libra, which makes her an air sign! (javier is also an air sign) (lloyd bagged not one but TWO AIR SIGNS THATS CRAZYYY)

i actually really like that she is a libra, it really fits well for her considering she is described as someone who is extremely just and fair when it comes to politics and civil decisions. the libra is represented by the scales, which is commonly associated with judgement and the law! it also has an association with Lady Themis, goddess of law and justice, which is very neat and so so fitting for alicia! i want to draw her as Lady Themis!

now, let's do lloyd's! line by line, from top to bottom, his text reads:

Lloyd Frontera

02.22 / B / 181cm / 71kg // birthday, blood type, height, and weight respectively!

Likes: money, beef, cheap and plentiful food, free ticket to a sunny window seat (// i think this means he likes chances to relax in the sun??), Jjimjilbang (// korean bathhouses), people who buy food for him, Bora Bokone (// this appears to be a brand of ice cream!), Autumn (puppy), jeonju-bibimbap-flavored triangle kimbap

Dislikes: cockroaches, yellow flooring, voice phishing for investment solicitation, coin karaoke that's fancy and expensive but impractical, rainy days (delaying construction & limiting daily wages)

end translation! his likes and dislikes are so like, okay i dont know the better word for it but they feel simple,,, i hope u understand what i mean by that!! it's like... idk... he wants a simple life,,, relaxed and carefree and to only worry about the simple things,,,,,,,

(ALSO THE FACT THAT HE CANONICALLY DISLIKES COCKROACHES MAKES ME INSANE BC I LITERALLY WROTE A FIC ABT HIM FEARING ROACHES IM. THAT'S CRAZY THAT MADE ME INSANE. I WASN'T FAR OFF FROM CANON. APOLLO GIFT OF PROPHECY anyway fic plug here it is teehee)

WITH THIS WE CAN ALSO SAY THAT LLOYD DOES IN FACT HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS SUHO! YAYYY FEBRUARY 22ND

ok well to get picky, the likes and dislikes are all related to suho,,, so this could be suho!lloyd we're talking about. however, the stats appear to be for lloyd's body? so i think it's safe to say that lloyd's bday being the same as suho's is canon!!! unless the author says otherwise, but until then WOW THEY HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY THATS CRAZY!!! ITS CONFIRMED!!!!! THOSE OF YOU WHO COMMENTED ON MY LAST POST ABT THIS WERE RIGHT LMFAO

we also get to see lloyd's height, which also tells us javier's height since the novel mentions that javier is exactly five centimeters taller than lloyd! i haven't spotted anyone posting javier's profile card details yet, but hopefully once we find it it'll match up at 186cm!

for visual comparison, here's a sample diagram of their respective heights next to each other, created using heightcomparison:

WOW! quite tall!!! considering too that suho appears to be slightly taller than lloyd, suho could be a little over six feet tall, that's crazy!!!

on the profile cards, we also get to see seals for magentano and frontera estate:

so many little details in here!!! so sick!!! i'm in so much love this is so awesome I WANT THESE CARDS IN MY HANDS NOW!!!

as aforementioned, i have yet to see anyone post javier's profile card, so while we already know his birthday and height, we don't know his weight, blood type, likes and dislikes. hopefully someone pulls it and posts it soon! when they do, i'll update this post nod emoji

and that's all for now!!! a very long update, but so many goodies,,, the entire card series is full of so many fun cards - some of them are holo!!! - and oooh the things i'd do to have them in my hands,,, one day!!! ONE DAY!!! ILL HAVE IT!!!

i'm so happy about all this canon info we got too!!! so so happy! the archivist in me is dancing in so much joy!!!

if more posts about the cards come out ill be sure to report o7 but yes that's it!!! thanks for reading see y'all next time,,,!!!!

(tldr: WE GOT BIRTHDAY CONFIRMATIONS alicia is 9.28 and lloyd is 2.22! as well as heights, weights, blood types, likes and dislikes. also bangul and hamang profiles too!!)

WAIT SO IF JAVIER'S BDAY IS TODAY THEN WHEN IS LLOYD'S??

i don't think lloyd frontera's birthday has been officially confirmed yet, at least as far as i know! we actually got to find out javier's birthday because someone asked the author, and the author's response got posted, so hopefully someone can ask again about lloyd's!

the only two birthdays that are confirmed (to my knowledge) are suho's which is february 22nd, and javier's which is today, january 26th! though if i'm wrong please do correct me lol

edit: i've been informed that the unknown knight's tged collab lists his birthday as february 22nd, but whether or not this is canon is up to you, take that as you will! i personally will wait til the author / adaptation team clarifies nod emoji

[ambreiiigns]

first tiger & bunny movy was so cute i'm gonna die. i don't think the people who made it wanted me to use the word cute but it's cute

[seokminfilm]

shirt | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warning: non-idol au, domestic fluff, boyfriend!seokmin, lots of kissing, some lighthearted teasing (from seokmin), seokmin showers reader with compliments, petnames ("baby", "sweetpea", "darling), laying your head on seokmin's chest, so much fluff oh my god

now playing: get up, new jeans

word count: 931

Comfy and cozy in your boyfriend's oversized t-shirt and fuzzy socks, you enter the bedroom with a damp towel and wet hair. Seokmin looks up from his book as he locks eyes with your figure, melting at the blob that is your body engulfed in his oversized shirt.

"Is that my shirt, baby?" Seokmin perks up, wavy hair flopping like a puppy's ears as he gives you wide, sparkly brown eyes. He shoots up in bed, back straight and book thrown off to the side as he reaches out to you. You nod, smiling widely as you fling yourself into his arms.

"Yeah, I found it in my dresser before you came upstairs." You hold out your arms, currently draped in the big t-shirt that belongs to Seokmin. He chuckles, fingertips grazing your warm skin as he tugs at the oversized sleeves.

"You look so cute in it. So pretty and warm, baby," Seokmin whispers, pecking the shell of your ear with his soft lips, It makes you want to giggle like a schoolgirl, the way he's piling sweet compliments on top of you.

His arms bring you closer to his chest, and you play with the hem of his shirt for a while as he checks his phone. Seokmin's not looking down, which gives you an opportunity to admire your boyfriend's muscled arms and firm chest. You feel yourself sinking deeper into Seokmin's warmth, and you almost end up falling asleep before he puts his phone down with a sigh.

"Hey, is something wrong?" You ask, sitting up quickly to take Seokmin's cheek in yours as you rub it with your thumb. He shakes his head, lips pursed together as he gives you a tight smile.

"No, no, sweetpea. Just a reminder from a coworker, that's all. Let's talk about something fun, baby—I'm tired of thinking about work." Seokmin snuggles in deeper into the warm king-sized bed, pulling you with him as his thighs flex under you.

"What do you want to talk about?" You ask, and Seokmin hums, obviously deep in thought. You stare at him, pretty eyelashes and delicate beauty marks decorating where they've always been.

"How was your day, baby? I feel like I haven't asked you yet." Seokmin always asked you how your day went, whether it was over dinner, your arrival home, or nights like these—where you'd lay on Seokmin's lap and elaborate on whatever cane to mind.

"It was pretty good—I got a lot done, and I'm glad to be home with you." Smiling, you can't help but put a hand on Seokmin's neck as you press a kiss to his jawline and then his lips.

His eyelashes flutter shut as your shadow covers on him, and once you pull away he opens them again, brown eyes so full with love and adoration towards you, it made your heart soft. Seokmin smiles at your words, cheekbones raising with his warm smile as he nods.

"I'm glad to be home with you too. I missed you. I always miss you, but I missed you a bunch tonight." Seokmin admitted that he could be clingy at times, but that was your favorite thing about him, and you could admit you loved coming home to your boyfriend's big arms, sweet hugs, and warm yet mellow personality.

Seokmin stared at you with such intent and adoration in his eyes that he couldn't help but bring a kiss to your lips again, and he hummed with the sound of his beating heart that sped up every time you moved.

You found it adorable, the way that Seokmin's heart still sped up every time you got close—it made you feel like you had just started dating him all over again, in that sweet yet awkward stage that you loved the most when getting to know him.

"You look so cute in that shirt." Seokmin compliments you again, and you start to become flustered, laughing as you thank him again. He sits up, and you crawl off of him, sitting beside him as you smile. "You've said that about ten times in the past thirty minutes, Minnie."

"You're so pretty, though, sweetpea. I've been so blessed to have you to be mine. So pretty, and so humble about it—my sweet darling." He was feeling himself now, smiling at you deviously as he lowered his gaze to your lips: you were stuck in panic mode, still not used to this side of Seokmin—the flirtatious, kissing-prone side.

"Seokmin," You whined, and your boyfriend giggled, cutting off the rest of whatever sentence you were about to form with a messy kiss. You sighed under him as you melted into his hands, now settled at your waist as you ran your hands through his wavy hair.

After a few minutes of soft kissing and mischievous hums from Seokmin, he pulls away, leaving you breathless and scrambling for a semblance of normalcy as he smiles deviously again.

"Where did you learn how to kiss like that?" You question, and Seokmin just smiles, pressing a softer, more intimate kiss to your forehead as he replies. "I don't know. I think I'm so in love it just came naturally to me."

You laugh, leaning back as your head hits the pillow. Seokmin does the same, laugh coming down to a close as he turns to glance at you, hand coming up to trace your lips.

"I love you." The words are sweet on their own, but with Seokmin's sincere tone, and sweet brown eyes, you can't help but believe them ten times more.

"And I love you, Seokkie."

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[rotisseries]

giggling kicking my feet drawing hearts around a picture of her in a notebook

[zepskies]

I know you're telling me not to worry in your AN, but I can't help but worry. 😬😬😬 That supe virus was nasty AF in season 4.

In those breaks, he scoured the Internet for answers and tried to keep his frustrations over it quiet with little grunts and a deeply creased brow.

As ominous as this situation is, there's something really cute about picturing Ben doing this lol. He loves her fr fr. 💗

“I told you not to worry. I’m alright,” she says, her throat dry and her voice coarse. Her words are meant to soothe her husband. She can see the worry shimmering in his juniper eyes. She’s lucky he’s not a supe anymore, or he would’ve gone nuclear a while ago.

Small favors? 😅 Your worldbuiding with the cure vs. the virus is so interesting here. I'm wondering how they're going to get her better at this point if they can't make her a non-supe...

And admittedly, she knows she might be in denial. If true, it seems like a cruel trick the universe is playing on her. Giving her all she’s ever wanted and take it away immediately after? It definitely feels like a cosmic joke all the Gods are laughing about. But deep down, she knows it’s true. She knows she’s screwed, but she doesn’t know how to tell Ben. He’ll lose his shit. She knows he’s not built for this.

But that moment where she literally coughs blood is so visceral. 😭 Really well done, even though my heart is in my throat now. 🫠

Ben pulls the knitted wool blanket up to her shoulders and gently kisses her temple. It’s been two hours since she’s fainted in the supermarket, and she’s still burning up.

So sweet. 😭 I was expecting his call to Victoria lmaooo, aaaand it went about as well as I expected loll. You've soothed my worries that she was the one who might've had something to do with the reader getting sick, but I'm still on the edge of my seat on how you're going to fix this...

“I know where the fuck it is,” Ben grits, his brow densely creasing with a mix of confusion and angry suspicion. “What exactly do you think I’m gonna fucking do with it?” “Shoot me.” Her eyes are steady and firm, his voice is sterner. “No.” The word booms through the living room, threatening to quake the earth and shake books off their shelves.

I felt that No in my chest, jeezus. 😭😭

“Well, if you’re behaving like a fucking baby…” he retorts and patiently follows her frantic steps. “You also won’t find fucking scissors and pills, either.” “Ironic coming from you,” she scoffs, opening and shutting cabinet doors in the desperate search for something strong enough to put her out of her goddamn misery. “Yeah, how do you think I knew which shit to hide, huh?” he asks rhetorically and takes a careful step closer, cornering her between counters and appliances. “Would you stop that now and fucking talk to me?”

Oh my Goddd their rehab days coming to bite her in the butt loll. But good on Ben for learning something! 😂

“Is that you or the fucking V talking, huh?” Ben has never said it out loud before, but he hated how that blue shit changed her. Sure, it only amplified certain parts of her that he supposes have always been there, but it made her less caring, more arrogant, too.

Honestly I could see this. 💔 The V changes people, typically for the worst. And with her, I still feel like she was all too quick to suggest divorce after everything she and Ben had been through.

He feels a flood of relief rush through his body. Thank fucking God, because he’s totally been bluffing.

lmfaoo. I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. 😂

She had barely gotten that. She stupidly sacrificed it all for him, and he still wishes she would’ve never done that. He was supposed to die that day with Homelander. It had been his time. Not hers.

Aww not the survivor's guilt!!

“You selfish fucking prick! You can’t even let me die in peace?!” she grits through her teeth, fighting another surge. She feels the nausea too, like a parasite trying to flee its host through her throat. “Look, I’m fucking sorry, but I had to take the shot, alright?!”

OhGodohGodohGod!! Her anger is so valid, but also, I can't help but root for Ben's side on this one. 😅

She sends him a weak smile and mouths, ‘I love you, too.’ And all there’s left then for him to do is staring at a closed bedroom door. And waiting. Fucking waiting…

oooooh the waiting. But at least it's not a long wait!! loll So excited for the grand finale tomorrow!! I have a feeling Ben's gamble is gonna pay off, thanks to the one time he paid attention to science. 🤓

Lover – Part 2

Series Summary: Free from his past, Ben’s trying to move on and find a little drop of happiness in this new world. But when he finally holds everything he ever wanted in his hands, it threatens to slip through the cracks, and he has to fight one final time with everything he’s got to keep it.

🫡 Catch up here! Sequel to Rehab & Video Games.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ due to language & mature themes, established relationship, Soldier Boy x wife!reader, human!Soldier Boy, angst with a side of hurt/comfort, sickness & generally gross descriptions thereof (the Gen V virus says hello 👋 – with minor adjustments), tw: mentions of euthanasia & suicide, sprinkles of fluff between

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Don't read too much into the whole virus situation, guys. I promise this is a full fix-it, and that annoying little bug is just how we're gonna do that 😜 Come tomorrow, all's well because we all know the V stands for... I do this joke every year, don't I? Never mind! Happy reading! 💕

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Part 2: Lovesick

Ben’s worried. Y/N keeps saying she’s fine.

They stroll through the supermarket. Benny pushes the cart in front of them, racing down the aisles.

She woke up this morning around eleven o’clock after a thirteen-hour sleep. He’d held a small mirror under her nose several times at night to assure himself she was still breathing. She never woke up. She’d looked so peaceful it had almost been creepy.

She also sweat through her sheets and jittered like a leaf in the wind. He tried to hold her when she was freezing and gave her distance when she was ablaze. In those breaks, he scoured the Internet for answers and tried to keep his frustrations over it quiet with little grunts and a deeply creased brow.

The hard lines on his face are still there, though. They never left.

Ben isn’t entirely clueless, however. Sure, he’s spent some four decades locked away, then came back for a short period of time to a world he can barely understand, only to be put to sleep and experimented on some more for a couple of years. People don’t really expect him to follow the news at this point, and they’re not wrong in their assumption – he rarely ever gives a shit.

But he remembers how she’d given him an update of the world’s dire state when he’d first gotten to the clinic. She’d mentioned a virus – one designed to kill any supes. The plan was to wipe everyone out. Biological warfare, they’d called it. It hadn’t come as a surprise to Ben. He’d seen this all before. Hell, he’d even helped with some of those things back in his glory days.

The virus had been one more reason, one more need for the cure. It had been the perfect deal: If you can’t kill ‘em, cure ‘em. But once that infectious little vial was opened, well, it had been hard to put the genie back inside.

The cure acted as both a vaccine and a remedy against the virus. Soon, the pesky little thing was pushed back but was never quite eradicated. It had eventually slowed its progression but never became any less deadly.

Now, instead of quick and painless, there was agonizing and torturous.

But Y/N can’t take the cure. He might as well kill her this second out of mercy.

When she woke up from her beauty sleep this morning, she admittedly looked better. She said she felt better. Ben still didn’t believe her. She barely touched her food, picked at her breakfast, and ended up only eating the leftover crusts of their son’s toast. He watched her from his periphery as he nursed his coffee in the kitchen, stoically worrying more.

Y/N coughs once more next to him as they pass the frozen food aisle. Ben eyes her cautiously. She’s done it all morning. He doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know how to help her or how to stop it. Not even the blue vial could help him fix it. He doesn’t even know if it’s real yet. Is it normal? Is he overreacting?

She coughs again. He shakes his head and bites his tongue.

“You okay?” he checks gruffly, his voice thick with tension and concern, but he already expects her answer.

“I told you not to worry. I’m alright,” she says, her throat dry and her voice coarse. Her words are meant to soothe her husband. She can see the worry shimmering in his juniper eyes. She’s lucky he’s not a supe anymore, or he would’ve gone nuclear a while ago.

And admittedly, she knows she might be in denial. If true, it seems like a cruel trick the universe is playing on her. Giving her all she’s ever wanted and take it away immediately after? It definitely feels like a cosmic joke all the Gods are laughing about.

But deep down, she knows it’s true. She knows she’s screwed, but she doesn’t know how to tell Ben. He’ll lose his shit. She knows he’s not built for this.

She coughs again into a used tissue, which she has stored in her pocket since last night. Her tongue tastes something metallic – copper and iron. And when her eyes land on the white cloth, they notice spots of a deep, scarlet red.

She stops walking then and swallows thickly, her hands trembling as her eyes transfix on the blood. Ben halts as well when he realizes she’s not moving. He sees the panic in her face, sees she’s a lot paler now than the night before. Her skin looks clammy, her eyes red, weary, and dazed as if she had just taken a hard hit from one of his blunts.

“What’s wrong?” Ben asks and steps closer. He cocks his head at her, the creases of his brow now harsh lines. She seems out of it, confused. She doesn’t even seem to understand his question, let alone be capable of answering.

Her mouth opens, but instead of words, she only inhales shakily like it’s the last breath she’ll ever take. Ben barely reaches her fast enough when her eyes roll back into her head till there’s only shining white and her knees begin to buckle.

Ben pulls the knitted wool blanket up to her shoulders and gently kisses her temple. It’s been two hours since she’s fainted in the supermarket, and she’s still burning up.

He caught her just in time before her head hit the linoleum. He shooed away a group of concerned strangers that had gathered around them, assuring them that his wife was fine and just experiencing a minor dizzy spell. He sold it with a humorous eye roll and chuckled the word “women” before grabbing the kid and carrying her quickly out of the store and into the car. If she hadn’t been out cold, he’s certain he would’ve heard several objections to that comment.

Ben knows he can’t take her to a hospital, however. No one knows she’s a supe, and these days, they don’t receive the best treatment – too many bridges burnt after Homelander’s reign of terror. People have become angry, fearful, and distrustful.

Again, he feels a little responsible. He’s sure Soldier Boy had laid some groundwork for that, too.

Softly, the door to their bedroom clicks shut, her phone in his hand as he searches her contacts. His shoulders tense as he reaches the one he needs. His jaw tightens as he holds it to his ear and waits for an answer.

“Hey, I figured you’d call. Already fed up with the wrinkly dick and coming back?” Victoria Neuman’s voice sounds through the speaker, causing Ben’s hair to stand up on its ends.

Chalk on fucking board, he thinks and bites the anger back. He hates talking to that bitch, hates being nice, and hates asking for favors. But he swallows the acrimony down for the sake of his wife.

“It’s me,” Ben grits and feels his jaw beginning to ache. Why the fuck does everything hurt all the time? It’s something he figures he’ll never get used to – every time his back cracks and creaks in the mornings.

“You have exactly five seconds to tell me she’s not locked up in your basement before I make a few calls and let hellfire rain down on you, you decrepit piece of antiquity,” she bites her threat, but Ben can hear the concern in her voice, although he doesn’t give it too much weight. She’s probably faking it like her orgasms.

“Look, I wouldn’t fucking call if it wasn’t serious, you cunt,” Ben snaps and squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing the surge of fury and impatience out of his temples.

His admission causes a beat of silence on the other end. “What’s going on?” Neuman then finally asks and swallows down her own snarky remarks.

Ben licks his chapped lips before pushing the words out. “She’s-… she’s sick.”

There’s another long pause. “She can’t be sick. She’s a supe.”

“I fucking know that.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah…”

They both sigh (and both hate that they have something in common).

“I-… I have the cure,” Ben says and bites down on his tongue immediately after. He doesn’t want to show her all his cards.

“You can’t give it to her. It’s going to kill her,” Victoria reminds him firmly.

“The fucking virus is gonna kill her too, right?” Ben’s eyes drop to the floorboards that hold the solution to all his problems underneath.

“Yeah, it is,” Victoria admits. “What are her symptoms? You sure she’s not just pregnant?”

“I fucking hope not.” There’s a sentence he never expected to say. But– “I haven’t fucking cum inside of her for months.”

“Charming,” Neuman retorts on the other end.

“Wait, do you fucking know something? Did she cheat on me?” The grip around the phone in his hand tightens. Was that why she forgave him so fast and said she believed him?

“Unfortunately, no,” Victoria replies with obvious disappointment. Ben refrains from releasing the sigh of relief he feels. “Believe me, I’ve tried to get her cockdrunk on someone else…”

If Ben still had super-strength, he would’ve crushed the goddamn phone in his hand. Instead of exploding, he closes his eyes and takes a deep fucking breath, though. Ten… nine… eight… Where’s your happy place?

“Why the fuck are you calling me? What do you want?” Victoria’s voice snaps him out of his fatal fantasies of tearing her limbs off one by one.

“What d’you got in your labs? You gotta have a new cure, a new sample, fucking something,” Ben says but doesn’t even know what he’s asking. He’s grasping at straws, hoping to stumble upon an answer.

“If they’d found something, I would’ve already given it to her,” Neuman says.

“You fucking sure about that?” Ben doesn’t believe a drop of what she’s tellimg him.

“Yes,” Victoria still insists. “Look, before you give it to her, I’ll ask around, make a few calls, okay? See if there’s any possibilities to stop this.”

Ben’s hands tremble, his jaw quivers as he desperately tries to steady himself. “Thank you, fucking hurry,” he forces out in a murmur and immediately hangs up.

Y/N stretches with a grumbling sigh as his hand gently caresses her head. He presses his lips to her burning temple, her weary eyes fluttering open.

“Hey, my love,” Ben says, his deep voice soft as if he’s singing her a lullaby. “How are you feeling?”

She yawns and fights back the sleep in her eyes. “Still tired.”

“You’ve been sleeping for five hours,” he tells her and watches as she curls into the couch cushions with a coughing fit. He lowers down to the carpeted floor, stroking her back till she strenuously takes a breath again. “I think we need to talk about it now.”

Slowly, she meets his gaze, and he sees the fear shimmering in her eyes behind a thin veil of tears. She knows what this is, what her body is fighting, and Ben wonders how long she’s known without saying anything. He guesses she knew right from the start. Sometimes, he forgets he likes to pretend she isn’t really smarter than him.

But then, the fear morphs to determination. She nods, swallowing. “The gun’s in the safe in the closet.”

“I know where the fuck it is,” Ben grits, his brow densely creasing with a mix of confusion and angry suspicion. “What exactly do you think I’m gonna fucking do with it?”

“Shoot me.”

Her eyes are steady and firm, his voice is sterner.

“No.”

The word booms through the living room, threatening to quake the earth and shake books off their shelves.

“Ben–“

“You fucking listen to me, I’m not fucking killing you. End of discussion,” he snaps furiously. She’s not sure she’s ever seen him this angry before – not even when she said they should consider a divorce. Although, this seems to be a different kind of anger – one that cuts deeper.

“Sid shot Nancy,” she says quietly, hoping it appeals to him in some dark, ironic twist.

“She was stabbed, and they could never fucking pin it on him,” Ben shuts her argument down. “Ain’t fucking happening. I’m sorry, but you’re not gonna be the last person on my kill list, love.”

She forces a wry but weak smile. “It’d be a mercy killing. Euthanasia.”

“I’m familiar with the fucking concept,” Ben huffs tiredly. His hand then dives into the pocket of his sweats and pulls out a small vial that holds yellow liquid.

Her lips part in shock as her eyes fix on the familiar cure in his grasp. “How long have you–“

“Stole it from that black site while you and that Neuman cunt were busy yapping about policies,” Ben explains. “I also took something blue. Figured I could use it at some point.”

“Still wanna be Soldier Boy, huh?” Her voice sounds almost bitter, mocking. A small part of her has always hoped she’d be enough for him someday. That he didn’t need the fame, the money, and the fake heroics. That he’d love himself enough to not rely on a façade.

“No,” he replies to her surprise and watches her straighten a bit on the couch. “I’d fucking do it for you.”

“I don’t want that,” she tells him firmly, hoping he still remembers her words even when she’s gone.

“I know that. Why the fuck do you think I haven’t done it yet?” Ben says with a raised brow and as much patience as he can find within himself. Chats like these aren’t his strong suit.

“So, this is your idea?” She cocks an eyebrow at the vial in his hand, her look pointed. “You don’t wanna kill me quickly, but you’d rather watch me die in fucking slow-motion?”

“It’s better than nothing,” Ben argues, the lines on his freckled face hardening again. Why does she have to be so fucking stubborn all the time?

Ironically, she thought the same thing about her husband.

“For who? You?! You can’t be that fucking selfish,” she spits and rises from the couch with a shaking head.

“Funny. I was just about to say the same fucking thing to you,” he returns with the same fire.

She thunders into the bedroom and slams the door shut before he hears her rummaging through the closet. Annoyed, he rolls his eyes once the first expletives bleed through.

“Where’s the fucking gun?” she snaps as soon as the door flies open again.

“Already hid it somewhere you won’t fucking find it,” he answers slyly and purses his lips as she storms past him into the kitchen.

She lets out a deep sigh of frustration when she finds both the knife block and drawers empty. “Seriously? Did you fucking baby-proof the house while I was asleep?!”

“Well, if you’re behaving like a fucking baby…” he retorts and patiently follows her frantic steps. “You also won’t find fucking scissors and pills, either.”

“Ironic coming from you,” she scoffs, opening and shutting cabinet doors in the desperate search for something strong enough to put her out of her goddamn misery.

“Yeah, how do you think I knew which shit to hide, huh?” he asks rhetorically and takes a careful step closer, cornering her between counters and appliances. “Would you stop that now and fucking talk to me?”

“You don’t wanna talk to me,” she retorts. “You just wanna fucking pump me full of poison, so you get to feel fucking good about yourself again.”

“You think that’s it? I’m fucking jealous?” He arches a brow and crosses his muscular arms over his broad chest, his offense hiding behind amusement.

“Aren’t you?” she bites back.

“Is that you or the fucking V talking, huh?” Ben has never said it out loud before, but he hated how that blue shit changed her. Sure, it only amplified certain parts of her that he supposes have always been there, but it made her less caring, more arrogant, too.

“It’s me, you asshole,” she snarls.

The look on her face breaks his heart into a million pieces. He almost doesn’t recognize her anymore, and he knows reaching any sense of clarity or humanity within her is impossible at this point.

“You sure about that?”

She doesn’t reply, just shakes her head at him and opens the fridge. Her shoulders still for a second, and Ben knows at that moment she’s found something and is thinking of a plan to outfox him.

His gaze swerves to the full beer bottle that has found its way into her hand. She’s quick when she breaks it forcefully against the countertop, the golden-brown liquid splashing onto the floor. But Ben’s faster and bruisingly clutches her wrist, spinning her to face him. Tears sting her eyes as she fights against his hold. Ben knows she’s not using her full strength on him, though, and is almost curious as to why.

He’s not sure Soldier Boy would’ve shown the same hesitant restraint, even if it had been her.

“What the fuck are you doing? Let me fucking go,” she grits through her teeth.

Ben only shakes his head, his gaze on her stern as he tightens his grip around her wrist.

“You want me to fucking melt you into a puddle?” she threatens.

“Fucking do it,” he challenges her defiantly without a blink of a single eye. “If you wanna do this, you’re gonna have to step over my fucking body first, ‘cause there’s no way I’m letting this hand go unless you drop that fucking bottle. What’s it gonna be?”

Her nostrils flare in sync with the heavy rising and falling of her chest, her glare deadly. Slowly and mutinously, she opens each finger till the bottle crashes to the floor and shatters into sharp daggers at their feet. As soon as his grasp on her loosens, she breaks down and falls into his arms, sobbing against his chest.

He feels a flood of relief rush through his body. Thank fucking God, because he’s totally been bluffing.

He wraps his arms tighter around her, holds her closer, and nuzzles his face into her hair. “I know. It’s okay, sweetheart…”

“I’m fucking scared, Ben,” she cries, and he swallows the thick lump in his throat and forces his own tears back into his skull.

“I know, I know…” He cradles her head, resting his chin on her crown. “You know, admittedly, I’m-… I’m a little scared, too.”

She peels from his chest and meets his forest green eyes, amusement dancing on her lips. “Well, I’m glad you’re not a cold-hearted psychopath.”

Ben curls his lips, cheeks reddening. This is what he gets for opening up. “It’s my job as your husband to take care of you. Be a strong front.”

She rolls her eyes back dramatically and groans into his shirt. “You know, it doesn’t make you less of a man for feeling things.” She teasingly grins up at him. “In fact, I think only guys with the biggest dicks can pull it off.”

His lips tug at a smile. “I know what you’re doing.”

She locks her arms around his neck and pulls herself to his height for a scorching kiss. And Ben can’t fight the feeling this is meant to be their last one.

“Don’t get weird when I’m gone, okay?” she tells him then, and it feels like the beginning of a list of last wishes. “No reverting back to full asshole. No blue shit.”

“Christ, you’re not fucking dying,” Ben replies, his deep voice calm but firm.

“Ben, denial will only make it worse,” she says, her heart cracking at the forlorn look on his face. “You can’t fix this. There’s nothing you can do. It’s okay.”

Ben shakes his head wordlessly, and she knows the conversation is about to be over. There really isn’t more she can do, either.

“C’mon, let’s get you back to bed. You need some rest,” Ben says and already scoops her into his arms before she can respond.

Y/N’s head rests on his broad and bare chest as he holds her tightly in his arms. The skin-to-skin contact seems to soothe her, which is good because he plans to never let her go. If he just keeps her here right next to him, she’ll be fine. She won’t leave him.

She’s talked some when she wasn’t out like a light, but Ben could tell her mind was getting hazy. She talked about her parents and her childhood, something she rarely ever does.

They had never really talked a lot about their respective pasts altogether. They’d covered the basics, but what actually happened didn’t matter as much. They knew they’d both done things they weren’t proud of. But the point of their relationship had always been a clean slate – a fresh start.

She had barely gotten that. She stupidly sacrificed it all for him, and he still wishes she would’ve never done that. He was supposed to die that day with Homelander. It had been his time.

Not hers.

She snores softly in his arms. Her heartbeat is faint, her breathing shallow. An hour ago, it used to be labored, each breath a struggle. She’s so hot he’s afraid she’ll melt in his embrace. He knows she doesn’t have long anymore. He’s running out of time.

Carefully, he stretches his arm to reach for the glistening yellow vial on the nightstand. He pops the lid open and stabs the syringe through the top, drawing it to the brim.

There’s a flicker of hesitation in his green eyes. What if he makes it worse? More painful? What if he kills her?

Victoria’s words ring in his ears. There’s a chance the virus accepts the cure. A loophole, if you will. The cure’s deadly for two-timers, but if they were also infected with the virus, the cure could piggyback on that. One in eighty rats had survived the ordeal before they stopped the trials. Ben didn’t understand the rest of the scientific mumbo-jumbo, but he knows those aren’t great odds.

Still, it’s something.

Ben doesn’t have the luxury to be picky about solutions, though. What he thought were minutes turn to seconds once her breathing stops entirely.

He rolls up the sleeves of the oversized shirt she’s wearing, one of his, and looks for a good angle on her forearm, just below the elbow. He’s not a doctor, he has no idea what the fuck he’s doing or where it should go best, but that one time he did heroin in the 80s, he’d put it exactly there, and it had been fine.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he mumbles into her hair and presses a kiss to the top of her head.

One rough prick through her steeled skin, and the needle is in. He empties the liquid in one swift motion before discarding the used syringe back on the nightstand. He cautiously slides out from underneath her then and ensures she’s lying comfortably on the mattress. He doesn’t want to leave her side, but he knows her powers might short-circuit soon.

Ben remembers the stories from other supes at the rehab clinic – the agonizing pain, the feeling of puking your organs out before the rest follows. Flickers of his own process trickle into his mind. He can’t remember most of it, but he remembers how they’d locked him up in a nuclear-proof prison at some point during the procedure.

For now, he prefers not die by a rain of acid if he gets to pick.

His hand gently caresses her head. He’s not even sure she’s still alive. She might not, and he may have been too late. All for nothing.

“Come on, baby,” he whispers and takes her hand in his. It feels cold and lifeless, but he still tries. He’s not ready to let go yet. He’s not sure he’ll ever be. “I know you can beat this shit like everything else. We’re this fucking close. Just a little more…”

And then, there’s a flicker of something – a weak tap of a finger against his palm. There’s movement behind her eyelids and a twitch of her brows.

“Sweetheart?”

There’s a groan, her hands gripping a fistful of bedsheets as she coils into the mattress, muscles contorting. He gently rubs her back, trying to help her as the pain tears through her.

“Hey, hey, you’re good. You’re alright,” he soothes and feels the guilt bubbling in his stomach. He hates that he did this to her, but he did it for love. The knowledge barely makes it better, however.

“Oh, fuck, Ben!”

She usually screams those exact words for different reasons, and Ben notes the soft tones of annoyance and anger that are lacing her voice.

“Did you give me the fucking cure?!”

Ben draws his lips into tight line and nods. Admittedly, she might not have fully consented to the procedure. But he prefers her furious with him for the rest of her life over dead. Besides, he’s her husband – shouldn’t the decision be his? Like pulling the plug? That’s a thing, right?

“Motherfucking–“

She bites down on her tongue and swallows her curses with some blood as another surge of pain takes control of her body. Her fingernails claw at her forearms as if she’s trying to scratch it out of her system. If Ben could compare it to anything, he’d probably go with a demon exorcism.

“You selfish fucking prick! You can’t even let me die in peace?!” she grits through her teeth, fighting another surge. She feels the nausea too, like a parasite trying to flee its host through her throat.

“Look, I’m fucking sorry, but I had to take the shot, alright?!”

Y/N groans in loud exhaustion, and Ben’s not entirely sure if it’s because of the pain or a little bit because of him, too.

“Ben, you need to fucking leave,” she presses through her lips, her stern gaze finding his.

He can tell by her look that she’s not saying it out of anger. She’s not saying it because she doesn’t want him to stay and never see him again. She says it because she’s trying to save his life.

Again. The fourth time.

Her name falls from his lips, but she shakes her head as she stumbles out of bed and pushes past him towards the bathroom.

“Leave,” she tells him with more urgency. “Close the door. Go now.”

Ben stills with a hand on the doorknob and looks at her. He can’t leave her like this, can he?

“I’ll be fine. I promise. Please go,” she says as if she can read his mind, steadying herself against the cool wall. She can feel it everywhere, trying to escape her body.

His breaths are ragged, his heart is hammering against his ribs. “I fucking love you,” he says through the sting of tears in his eyes. He says it like it’s the last time he gets to say it while she can still hear him.

She sends him a weak smile and mouths, ‘I love you, too.’

And all there’s left then for him to do is staring at a closed bedroom door. And waiting. Fucking waiting…

Part 3: Lovestruck – TOMORROW 💕

Ah yes the waiting game 😂🫶 Are you excited for the finale aka the happy end tomorrow? After this, they truly deserve it haha

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