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rosyl-stuff · 4 years ago

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A Picnic Date

Paring: Lee Juyeon (The Boyz) x reader

Genre: Fluff (To all my friends who are allergic to kisses and commitment: be careful while reading)

Word Count: 697

It was a sunny day with a slight breeze which made the weather perfect for a picnic date with Juyeon. You brought your badminton bats with you and played in the grass. Neither you nor Juyeon was very good at badminton. Nevertheless, it was a lot of fun. Especially when Juyeon was dramatically running after the ball and striking funny poses while picking it up. You weren't fully aware of it, but Juyeon lived for your laugh and him being the reason you laughed was even better. So he continued with his acting performance while playing.

After finally managing to get 20 passes, you both sat down exhausted on the picnic blanket. Juyeon laid down with his head in your lap. Softly, you began to play with his hair. Juyeon closed his eyes and hummed. You smiled down at him and took some time to stare at his handsome face. You stopped playing with his hair to pick up a grape to eat which caused Juyeon to whine. "Please, don't stop!" "But I'm hungry." "I'll feed you", Juyeon suggested. He picked up another grape and held it in front of your mouth. At the same time, he pushed your hands back into his hair. You ate his grape and resumed playing with his hair. You both stayed like this for a while, just enjoying each other presence. Occasionally, he fed you a grape. Slowly, Juyeon started to fall asleep.

"Hey, don't fall asleep on me!" "I'm sorry. I just can't help it when you play with my hair. It's just so soothing... relaxing." He smiled at you and butterflies erupted in your stomach. He sat up and gently pecked your nose. Then your cheeks, next was your forehead. Until he kissed every inch of your face except your lips. You pouted at him, which made him chuckle and finally, he kissed your lips. It was a light and soft kiss but still filled with pure love. Juyeon was not ready to just end the kiss, so he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to kiss you again. You giggled against his lips and pulled away playfully. He pulled you tighter against him and laid you down, so he was laying on top of you. He kissed you again, but this time with more passion. "You know, there is a playground right there!" you mumbled breathlessly against his lips.

Hesitantly, he retreated from your lips and went back to his original position with his head in your lap and moved your hand into his hair. He gently took hold of your other hand and placed gentle kisses all over your knuckles. "You know, sometimes I wish we both could just stay here in this moment for the rest of our lives." "We can go out for a picnic more often if you want to!" "Hmm, that's not it!" You looked at him questioningly. "I think I want to marry you!" he said with a smirk. You slapped his chest. "Stop!" Juyeon sat up again: "No, no. I'm serious! I've been thinking about it for a while now." He hovered over you again and gently caressed the side of your face. "Juyeon..." you mumbled. "Shh, It's fine. You don't have to say that you're thinking about marrying too, ok?" You smiled at him. "But I do!" He beamed at you and kissed you again with a lot of passion. After that, you both smiled at each other and started giggling since you both just couldn't contain your happiness.

"Hey lovebirds, I hope you left us some food!" Eric yelled. Sunwoo kicked his football to both of you. Ah yes, you remembered now these two wanted to join you. You both sat up a bit and were both smiling like idiots. When Sunwoo and Eric arrived at your picnic blanket. "What happened?", Sunwoo asked and eyed you suspiciously. "Nothing", you both said in unison. Sunwoo and Eric looked unconvinced but decided not to press more on the matter. Instead, they sat down and started to eat the sandwiches you made earlier that day. Juyeon took your hands and you both joined the other two, eating sandwiches.

#juyeon fluff #the boyz fluff #juyeon imagines #the boyz imagines #juyeon scenarios #juyeon drabbles #lee juyeon #the boyz juyeon #juyeon x reader #the boyz scenarios #the boyz drabbles #tbz fluff #tbz juyeon #tbz imagines

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hinatas-sunshine · 4 years ago

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“Feeling Icky”

Hinata, Osamu, Kenma

Synopsis: What Caring For Them When Sick Is Like

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: I was feeling a little bit under the weather so here’s this hehe 🤍

taglist: @derpeedoo @beanst0ck

Hinata:

• Your usually bubbly boyfriend was approaching you with a drowsy face

“Hi Sunshine, what’s up?”

• He shook his head with a pouty face making your heart break a little

• You went to hold his face only for your hands to touch his face all over

“My love you’re burning up!”

“Shhhh, someone will hear you and then I won’t be able to go to pract- ACHOO!”

• With that his head was on your shoulder groaning, you frowned and stroked his head

“You really shouldn’t go to practice if you’re feeling sick sunshine.”

• He straightened up quickly

“I feel perfectly fine! I feel like I can run a marathon! I feel like Tsuki when he sees someone get hurt!”

• You sighed and nodded at him before pressing a quick kiss on his cheek

“Come home if you’re still feeling sick!”

• He nodded before going to the club room to get ready for practice

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

• Having stopped by the store to pick up some medicine and some food to make some soup you ended up at Hinata’s house

• Swinging the door open Natsu ran to hug your side making you hug her back gladly

“Wanna help me make some soup?”

“I love soup!”

• You sat her on the counter and had her pour water into a pot to boil

• Just as you shut off the stove Hinata walked in with a pout, you poured some soup for Natsu reminding her to be careful because it’s hot

“You’re home early?”

• He smiled at the sight of you with Natsu, but continued to speak

“Sugawara senpai made me come home.”

“As expected.”

“I feel perfectly fine!”

• You frowned and felt his forehead once again

“Your fever hasn’t gone down, here.”

• While he ate his soup and took the medicine you gave him you helped out with things his mom may have needed help with

“Y/n!”

• You walked into Hinata’s room only for him to peek out from under his big blanket

“You called?”

“Can you come here for a second?”

• You sat on the side of his bed next to him only for him to pull you into his arms making you laugh

“I’ll get sick my love!”

“Good, then I can take care of you!”

• He placed kisses all over your face while you attempted to push him away

• Safe to say, you got sick but had Hinata there to take care of you

“Y/n! The soup is burning!”

“It’s pre-made?!”

Osamu:

• ‘Samu was sick, and the only reason he liked being sick was because he loved your cooking

“Samu I’m not going to kiss you!”

“Why not!”

“Because you’re sick!”

• He always did so anyways while you would put a cold rag to his forehead

• He loves this because you always end with your hands one his face saying sweet things

“I’m sorry you’re sick baby, you’ll be okay soon.”

“I don’t like seeing you all cooped up in your bed with a frown.”

• He really appreciated the company and like I mentioned, waking up to soup on his bedside table and a pretty girl taking care of him

“I hit the lottery with you.”

“And I’ll hit you if you don’t eat your soup Samu!”

“I’m trying to be romantic!”

• He wined but listened to you regardless.

“SAMU! OH SAMU! YOURE SICK? THIS MEANS IM NEXT!”

• Atsumu jumped on the bed and landed on his brother who groaned

“Atsumu!”

“Y/n, I need some soup too I can already feeling some pain in my head.”

“It’s from you hitting yourself on the headboard?”

• He pouted while Osamu started pushing him off his bed

“You two? You two are a couple of bullies!”

• You both snickered while you continued to move hair out of the boys face and hold him while he snuggled into you

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

*SNAP*

• You stared at a groaning Atsumu and a Osamu with a towel in his hand who just snapped a wet towel at his sick twin

“OW YOU DEMON!”

“You got sick because you want y/n to take care of you!”

“I told you! It’s a twin thing!!!”

• Atsumu whined while his brother suffocated threw a pillow at his face

• you pressed a towel to Atsumu’s forehead while he smiled in content

“You idiot this is what happens when you lick doorknobs to get sick.”

“Y/n I did not!”

• You laughed and grabbed some grape flavored cough medicine in a spoon

“No! I hate that flavor! You never made ‘Samu do this! It’s favoritism!”

“....he’s my boyfriend....”

“I did take that nasty medicine!”

• While Atsumu shook his head and moved it all over Osamu grabbed his head to still him and forced his mouth open while you shoved the spoon in

“SWALLOW IT!”

“Ghahhdhahdha NO-*chokes*”

• You watched Atsumu silently cry a little while you laughed and wrapped your arms around Osamu’s waist

• He held onto your arms,before turning and placing a kiss on your temple

“You can head home, I’ll take care of him from here.”

• You nodded and packed your things

“Shes leaving me?!”

“Don’t say it like she’s your girlfriend!”

• Osamu walked you to the door and wrapped his arms around you pulling you in for a kiss

“Thank you for taking care of me my love.”

• He whispered against your lips while you smiled and nodded sending him back inside

“ATSUMU!”

“W-WHAT IS T-HAT!”

*Cue Screaming*

• Yeah you couldn’t leave Osamu would Kill his brother

Kenma:

• You woke up that morning knowing something was wrong so when you saw your boyfriend at school asleep at his desk you rushed over to him

“Hey honey, what’s wrong?”

• He looked up with pink tinted cheeks, pulling you into his arms and cuddling his face into your neck

“Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“You okay?”

• He nodded

“Never felt better!”

• He smiled at you which made you feel his face

“You’re burning up!”

“I know I’m hot y/n but you don’t have to yell it out.”

• He laughed while you furrowed your eyebrows but still placed a kiss onto his forehead, to which he sighed and leaned into

• The whole lunch period you fed him some small portions of food while he rested his face on your shoulder

• During practice he lazily dragged himself in and you followed with a frown

“You two fighting?”

“THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!!!”

• You sighed at laughed lightly at Lev’s words before pulling Kenma’s head onto your shoulder and answering Kuroo

“Kenma is sick.”

“I’m not sick!”

“Kenma if you’re sick you shouldn’t practice today.”

“I’m not si- wait really?”

• You raised and eyebrow when Kenma started coughing like crazy

“Y/n can you take me home I really don’t feel good.”

• You laughed lightly and sent him to get his things

“Please take care of him y/n, make sure he’s not playing too many video games and actually gets enough rest.”

“Of course.”

• He patted your head before Kenma came back and you held onto his hand heading to his house

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

• Automatically as you set foot into your slippers Kenma was sliding into his room and hopping on his game

“Kenma Kozume!”

• He froze while you stomped into his room looking like you were an angry Medusa

“Put the game down!”

“Just let me be sick!”

• You looked through the cabinets of his house and found some medicine for him to take

• Each time he found some way to avoid the medicine

“I’m allergic to grape.”

“HUH?”

• You sighed when you finally held Kenma close your your chest as his little breaths fanned your face while he slept

• Kuroo came to visit after practice just as Kenma began to wake up

“He actually slept?”

“Yeah, he wasn’t too happy about it though.”

• You pointed at the games you took from him causing Kuroo to laugh

“We have a practice match early next week.”

“I’m still sick.”

“Against who?”

“Karasuno, supposedly shrimpy wants a rematch now that he knows how to play better.”

“WHERES THE GRAPE MEDICINE?!”

“I thought you were allergic?”

“He’s allergic to grape medicine?”

• Yeah it didn’t take him long to get better after that, he was very cooperative

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pascalsky · 4 years ago

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Ooh would you mind transcribing the bonus episode for those of us who can’t listen? Like literally can’t listen, not because we won’t pay haha

Ok here’s what I transcribed for the bonus episode...I did not transcribe some of the dialogue between Zetty and Indy that I felt wasn’t that important. Also Indy’s got a little doggy crush on Pedro it seems lol So here you go...sorry if there are any typos!

Zetty: So, you’ve been on so many big movies and television shows. What’s it like being on those sets? Like do you just have beautiful assistants that feed you grapes and fan you all day at the palm fronds?

Pedro: Um I don’t insist on the grapes but the palm fronds are a must, um I think you both know what I’m talking about…how good it feels.

Indy: It’s amazing.

Zetty: Life of a celebrity is just mind boggling.

Pedro: You just wouldn’t believe it.

Zetty: What’s like the weirdest thing that anybody has ever done to you on set or in real life? Like I’m sure people like Indiana are super nervous when they are around you. Have you ever had anybody like faint or anything in front of you?

Pedro: You know weirdly people faint in front of me on a daily basis. It isn’t exclusive to a set experience; it happens in life. Maybe it’s my smell. I’m not sure.

Zetty: You do smell really good, we can totally smell you through the microphone. It’s amazing.

Indy: I’m a little dizzy just smelling you myself. So Mr. Just Pedro, you’ve played so many types of characters before. Good guys. Bad guys. Which ones do you prefer?

Pedro: Uh I like the bad guys.

Indy: Why’s that?

Pedro: It’s just so much more fun being baaaad.

Zetty: Don’t I know it.

Pedro: It’s not the same when doggies are bad. It’s different.

Zetty: Did you ever think that you were gonna play a bad guy? Like did you always go ‘Oh I am always...I’m gonna be the bad guy’? Or did you ever think about it or did you just accidently fall into playing bad – well you played good guys too but have you played more bad guys than you have good guys overall in your career?

Pedro: That is a good question. I think I would have to do the math on that, um it might be balancing out.

Indy: You’re more kind of like the middle road kind of guy.

Pedro: Yeah. I guess the bad guys neutralize the good guys and at the end of the day I am just somewhere in the middle. Indy: If you had to choose another profession other than acting what would you do and why?

Pedro: Hmm I’d like to find a way to help people and be of service, maybe in counseling or teaching. That kind of thing.

Zetty: You come from a family of Doctors, do you think you could ever be a doctor if you weren’t an actor?

Pedro: I don’t think I’m smart enough to be a doctor.

Indy/Zetty: Oh come on!

Pedro: It would take a lot of studying you know…

Indy: You’re a pretty sharp tool in the shed you know. You’re not one of the dull ones.

Pedro: Well there’s different kind of smarts I guess you know. I don’t know if I would have the stamina to go through all of that medical school.

Indy: Isn’t like being a doctor kind of what the ultimate aspects of that?

Pedro: Well you can also be a counselor or you can be a teacher. You can save dogs.

Zetty: Yeah! Have you ever had a dog and if so what kind of dog have you had?

Pedro: I have had a dog, I guess I kind of had a dog for most of my life. My first dog was a German shepherd named Rocky and then there was a Labrador named Amarillo and in my adult life I had a dog named Gretta and she was a pit bull mixed and her brown was so dark it looked purple.

Zetty: You didn’t dye her hair?

Pedro: I didn’t.

Zetty: And out of those dogs that you had, which one was your favorite?

Indy: What an awful question! How is he supposed to answer that?! Mr. Just Pedro, please don’t answer that. We know that’s a terrible question to ask.

Pedro: I have to say I loved all of them and it would be literally impossible to choose...but Gretta was my favorite.

Indy: How do you feel about you know being with a black dog, I mean half of a black dog?

Pedro: I loved my black dog and she I guess wasn’t technically black but she was very very very dark brown, almost like a dark roast coffee and she shined like a seal. She was the most beautiful thing. She stopped you know she turned heads; other dogs were jealous. Did you guys meet her? You guys never met Gretta.

Zetty: No, we weren’t around I don’t think. But did you get her at the pound? Or how did you find her?

Pedro: I did, I got her from a shelter.

Indy/Zetty: Yay! Way to go rescue!

Pedro: That’s right!

Zetty: If you could be any kind of dog what would you be?

Pedro: What kind of dog would I wanna be or what kind of dog would I be?

Zetty: Answer both of them.

Pedro: Um I don’t wanna choose what kind because the only thing that would matter is that I had a good sense of smell and I could run fast. I guess I would like to be mixed!

Zetty: So you’re like a big dog guy right? Oh but you had a little dog before?

Pedro: I did have a little dog.

Zetty: Have you ever had a cat?

Pedro: I am allergic to cats unfortunately.

Indy: That’s why you are a god! Zetty: I can smell you were a badass but now you just confirmed it! Pedro: Well I like cats but can’t live with them that’s all.

Zetty: Ok just don’t be ridiculous, you don’t have to be politically correct and say you like cats. No one in their right mind has ever liked cats.

Pedro: What is your problem with cats?

Zetty/Indy: They practice witchcraft!

Pedro: I don’t think that’s true [laughs]

Zetty: What is your favorite smell?

Pedro: My favorite smell would be dirty dogs!

Zetty: Oh really? That’s amazing. Like you mean from the streets of New York City?

Pedro: Any kind of dog smell. Smell of a dog, you know what I’m talking about! Don’t make me get specific.

Indy: Mr. Just Pedro, would you rather be a ghost or a clone?

Pedro: Be a ghost or a clone? I would like to be a ghost.

Indy: We have been in a very deep debate on whether or not the rainbow bridge exists –

Zetty: He doesn’t care.

Pedro: I do care, what do you guys think?

Zetty: Well I think it’s all bullshit…I believe personally that when the light goes out, that’s it. Darkness. Blackness. It’s over.

Indy: Pay no attention to Zetty’s bleakness. As for me, it’s too deep of a question to ask when I am sooo deep into you right now. If you wanna leave your personal phone number with me, I would be happy to call you back directly with my answer.

Pedro: Oh my gosh, I love that.

Zetty: Ok careful, this bitch is gonna call you and then she’ll just start sleeping so she’s a complete snore.

Pedro: [laughs]

Indy: If you can eat one thing right now, what would you eat?

Pedro: PIZZA!

Indy: Straight cheese or do you get toppings?

Pedro: Sometimes I’m a real basic bitch and I like pepperoni only or you can just put anything on it, anything as long as there’s cheese and tomato sauce.

Zetty: But not pineapples?

Pedro: Uh I don’t love the pineapple pizzas. I don’t love them but I respect them.

Indy: Yeah, it’s a good stance on the pineapple debate.

Pedro: Who doesn’t like pizza?

#pedro pascal

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lokidokitom · 3 years ago

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Wrong Type of Comfort

This Imagine from @imagine-loki submitted by @jotun-philosopher gave me an idea for a small fic. Did not follow it much so there’s a twist to it.

Word Count : 1700

Prompt : Imagine Loki noticing you’re upset about something, so he turns himself into a huge purry fluffy cat and jumps on you to tromple you with his fuzzy lil’ paddy-paws and give you snuggles and headpushes

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Sometimes the world is just not on your side and you feel like it’s personally out to get you.

The last few weeks feel like you were running on autopilot. Going through the motions at work and crashing without any energy left at the end of the day.

The weekend finally arrived and you were able to relax around the tower. Tony had given you the weekend off when he noticed how beat up you were but it was now Sunday and all the sleeping and relaxing hadn’t helped at all. You still felt exhausted.

When you woke up this morning, you made your way to the shared living room. Since you had spent the last two days in your room to rest and it hadn’t worked, you thought that a change of scenery might help you recharge.

Tony was the first person to see you on the couch under your pile of blankets.

“Hey there Y/N! Are you feeling any better?” Tony asked you, trying to see where your head was under everything.

“Hi Tony, I thought the time off would help but I can’t seem to shake off this tiredness,” you admit popping your head up to see him clearly.

“You can take more time off Y/N. We need you on the team but we need you at a hundred percent. I want you to be okay and not burnt out,” You can see the worry in Tony’s eyes. You feel bad for making him worry so much.

“I can’t make you just wait for me Tony. I’ll be able to work tomorrow.”

“Don’t rush it Y/N, you can take at least another day okay? I don’t want to see you do any work before Tuesday, got it?”

“If that makes you stop worrying so much about me Tony, I’ll do it.”

“I always worry about you Y/N/ Now, do you need anything? Soup, tea, water.. anything?”

“I’m okay Tony, really please stop worrying about me.”

“Okay then. I’ll send someone to check on you in a few hours to make sure you’re eating,” with that he ruffled your hair and walked away.

You smiled and fixed up the hair that fell into your eyes. Having someone care so much about you feels good, but it’s not enough to completely lift the funk that you’re in.

Flipping the channels on the tv, you stopped on a cartoon that you enjoyed when you were younger and cuddled further into the couch. An hour into the movie, Steve comes in the room with a tray full of food.

“Tony sent me a message saying that you were in here and needed, and I quote, ‘a shit ton of food’. Is there anything that you want and don’t see here?”

“Thank you Steve but you didn’t have to do all of this! I won’t be able to eat it all.” He had brought you a giant bowl of mixed fruits, some eggs, pancakes, toasts, a few different kinds of jams, waffles with all the toppings, and a plate full of bacon.

“I can help with that,” Loki smoothly waltz in the room with a smirk. Loki and you weren’t what you would call friends but you would talk once in a while.

“I mean, if Steve is okay with it, he’s the one who made it all,” you look at him for his input.

“Go right ahead Loki I just ate, but make sure Y/N eats her share. Tony’s orders.”

You roll your eyes but Loki nods and comes to sit beside you on the couch. Once Steve leaves the room, Loki turns to you looking curious.

“So why are the Captain and robotic man so worried about you this time?” Loki asks when he pops a grape into his mouth.

“They’re just over reacting. I’ve been tired lately and all the sleep I had in the last two days hasn’t helped, but I’ll be okay.”

“Have you fallen ill?”

“I don’t think I have.” You hadn’t thought of that. You didn’t notice any more symptoms but that didn’t mean you didn’t have a small fever.

Loki surprised you by sitting closer and reaching his hand to touch your forehead. That is the first time he’s ever touched you and you weren’t expecting how smooth his hand was. You’ve seen videos of how he fights and you expected his hands to be rough.

“Well, your temperature seems okay but I wouldn’t be the best judge since, well, frost giant and everything,” he moves back to his previous spot on the couch and reaches for more food.

You chuckle and reach for some food as well. “Friday, could you check my vitals please?”

“Of course Y/N, your vitals are all good.”

“So no fever Friday?”

“Your temperature is normal Miss Y/N.”

“Thank you Friday. I guess you were right Loki.”

“I guess so, now make sure you eat enough of this before I get blamed.” Loki grabs the bowl of fruits and plops it onto your lap.

Talking to people and seeing them trying to take care of you is helping lift your spirits just a little bit.

“So what has been going on Y/N? Friday said there was nothing medically wrong,” Loki asks again, not pushing but curious.

“I think it’s mentally. I’ve been feeling a lot negative and low energy for the last few weeks and nothing seems to get better. Usually a good night’s sleep will help but lately it’s been dream after dream where I wake up even more stressed than I was before.”

“So you haven’t been sleeping well?”

“No. Even the last two days, the only thing I did was sleep and relax but it didn’t help me.”

“Could I try something to help?”

“Of course,” you nod almost enthusiastically, wanting anything to help you rest.

You watch as Loki completely disappears in front of your eyes and a black cat is sitting right where he was, the eyes are the same ones you were looking into a few seconds before just more cat-like.

The cat pads his way to you and head-butts your cheek before sitting next to the fruit bowl on your lap.

You smile sweetly at him until you feel a sneeze explode out of you. Once your eyes open, even Loki notices how watered they got. Another sneeze comes out and Loki jumps back to his previous spot and turns back into himself.

“What’s wrong? I thought you weren’t sick,” worry floods his eyes.

“No I’m not sick it’s,” another sneeze. “It’s only allergies. I’m allergic to cats,” and another sneeze.

“I am so sorry, darling!” You can see how bad Loki feels. “Is there something I can do?”

A sneeze comes out before you can start talking. “Could you just get my allergy medication from my bathroom?”

“Yes, of course!” Loki jumps up from the couch and disappears from the room.

A few seconds later, Loki comes back with the bottle of medication you needed and hands it to you. You pop a pill and swallow it between sneezes.

“I apologize, Y/N. I didn’t know you’d have a bad reaction like this.”

“It’s okay Loki, you didn’t know I was allergic. It’s not your fault.” By the end of the conversation your symptoms had already slowed down a lot. You’re sneezing stopped but your nose was still congested. “Thank you for trying to make me feel better.”

“Trying being the key word right?” You laugh. “Are you allergic to dogs as well?”

“No, I love dogs!”

Loki smirks and transforms himself into a beautiful black lab and makes his way towards you on the couch. You smile and pat his head when he rests it on your lap.

“Would you like some?” You ask Loki pointing to the fruit bowl next to his face. He just pushes the bowl a bit with his nose closer towards you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be eating some too.” You pick up a piece of watermelon and put it next to his mouth.

You spend the rest of the morning like this, eating through the food tray together and finishing the rest of your movie, you even start another one. After all the food is gone you make yourself more comfortable on the couch and Loki does too, coming closer to you.

He head-butts your hand until you get the message and you start to pet him. The soothing motion of petting his soft fur slowly makes you fall into a comfortable, stress free sleep and Loki falls asleep as well.

A few hours later, Tony walks in to check on Y/N and what he sees is not something he’d ever imagine seeing. His little chuckle wakes up the dog on the couch. Loki slowly removes himself from next to you and makes his way toward Tony and by the time he’s in front of him, he’s back to his Asgardian form.

“One word of this to anyone and you will regret it,” Loki fumes into Tony’s face.

“Don’t worry Lassie, you helped Y/N feel better so I’ll keep your soft side a secret,” Tony smirks and leaves the room.

Loki’s furious face disappears when he turns around and sees you still sound asleep on the couch with a peaceful expression on your face. He makes his way closer to you and makes sure you’re covered under your blanket then picks up everything around and brings it all to the kitchen.

“Did she eat some of it or did you eat it all?” Steve asks when he sees Loki dropping off the empty food tray.

“She ate most of it actually. After she got comfortable she ate a lot more. She’s sleeping peacefully now so don’t go rushing in there.”

“Tony sent out a message just a few minutes ago to the whole tower saying not to bother her.”

“Of course he did,” Loki rolls his eyes and turns to leave the room.

“Hey, Loki. Thanks for helping her,” Steve sincerely says.

Loki nods and leaves the room. You might be able to call your relationship a friendship now.

#loki #loki fanfiction #my fanfiction

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shinebrightlikeanarwhal · 3 years ago

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More of my Self insert OC: Lory!!!

This absolute menace to society is a threat. (Today we’re feeling femme )

She will 100% be the ‘I can survive under any conditions’ while Sal ‘I’m allergic to tap water’.

Because this is a serious problem going on, she’s one of the many kids wrongfully confiscated by POC parents (she��s black. You already know what I mean…) so she’s a bit prickly about the subject of parents.

Fights Kenneth tooth and nail. Labeled problem child by the cult, but is an absolute doll to everyone but Kenneth. Once pretended to be burned by holy water just to scare Kenneth. (Might be when the demon got interested)

Travis didn’t get a chance to bully anyone when this motherfucker marched through the doors. He fixed his mouth to say something wrong and she swung on instinct.

“Ms. Matthews you CANT just hit people!!”

“That’s not my name, nor my concern. He was looking really suspiciously at that blue haired kid”

“I was not-“

“TRAVIS WE ARE BLACK! Do you NOT see the problem!? That’s how you can get shot and die just minding your business!”

“I-… I mean you’re right but god-“

“Won’t do SHIT. If god would have protected you we wouldn’t have had slaves on this land. Indigenous people wouldn’t have been slaughtered cause of white audacity.”

“I’m still here-“

“I see what you mean. But what does that have to do with me bullying?”

“Travis. Just because your pappy hit you doesnt mean you can take that out on anyone other than him. Assert dominance. Scare him. If he gets too physical he has a bigger case and risks not only the church but his life”

Like I said: absolute menace. With decent assistance in terms of problems.

Emotional support demon. Crawls in the treehouse to run away from home and finds a sad Larry. Gives him a warm cuddle cause bros cuddle bros.

Would walkie Sal to come over but not reply once Larry is asleep.

They may not be happy but she drags Travis into the group.

“Lory… why?”

“We’ll simple, my dear puppy! Travis is one of few POC that doesn’t make me uncomfortable and I hate his dad. So I’m dragging him to the garage agenda because LOOK AT HIM no straight man wears that kind of pink” takes a swig of a lil juice box. “Also I saw his dad hit him so I’m kidnapping him and you guys are gonna help me”

“You promised not to..”

“Oh yeah, I’m just kidnapping Him!! Ignore that first part-“

Travis hiding out with Lory in the treehouse. Larry stops by to visit and finds them giggling and reading together in a little fort. Sal is all for the new addition but others are rightfully nervous. Travis is slowly overcome with Lorys anti religious propaganda! She refuse to worship a hypocritical religion that still hasn’t paid its dues to those wrongfully murdered, robbed and harmed by it.

The day Sal sees Travis’ note it has Lory scribbling a heart with Travis + _____ . The name scribbled out. Curious he goes to Travis who nervously stands his ground and doesn’t respond. Lory is all but happy to blurt it out but thinks better and covers her mouth out of respect for Travis.

Larry and Lory, dynamic crackheads. The only way I can see him not dying is probably because she promised to die with him if he doesn’t feel like he can take living anymore. Cause “friends shouldn’t be alone” the most unhealthy thing to say. But for teenagers that can barely handle the emotional responsibility of eating properly? That’s the best they get.

Red eyed demon getting Lory kidnapped by the cult and then letting Lory go (it killed the cult but it just wanted to see the cute little menace that terrified it’s cult leader) Lory 100% calls it a pussy and tries to bite it-

That’s how Lory became friends with a demon. It does need blood offerings, but settles for kids meals, likes to terrify Kenneth with the toys flying across the church during service.

I just… I’m just loving the idea of chaos bottom bringing chaos to the masses. Upending the demon take over by, not violence, but offering the demons Kids meals because Red thinks the toys are cool and brought its friends sldjrkdkdk imagine the tales The friends would tell their kids.

Lory will either die young or willingly go with the demons to stop them from killing off 1/3 of the worlds populations a sacrifice they’re willing to make so that friends can live long and be happy.

(Or not cause we already know invasive species Sal and co wouldn’t let their friend just go off with demons. Despite this motherfucker being fed grapes for kids meals)

#sally face au #travis phelps #larry johnson #sally face #sal fisher #Lorena is a menace to society #she will uproot the government if given that power #100% fights grown men for sport at a whopping 4’10 #short Queen beats Travis with a sandal when he lashes out for no reason #literally the mom friend that says nothing just yeets her shoe at you

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satyrnus · 3 years ago

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I’m allergic to most fruits.

My working theory is that it’s something to do with the naturally occurring glucose, because when I cook it and whatever little enzymes break down, I can eat them just fine.

But I grow strawberries and blueberries in clay pots in my back yard.

And I grow peas in my veggie patch, and my mother grows tomatoes right beside them.

At soccer games, moms bring orange slices for their little athletes.

Every trend online right now will tell you to eat some fruit, grapes and melon sliced up and strawberries and whatever “superfruit” they’ve decided on this week.

When I was a little girl, my mother took me blueberry picking at a farm nearby. I ate them as I went along, some of them were firm and sour, but some were soft and sweet. It was a gamble, but I loved it. All of them made me feel like my mouth was on fire.

I’m allergic to most fruits.

I don’t really bother with apples anymore. I used to like cutting them up and dipping them in peanut butter, I did the same with bananas. But I’m allergic, and eventually that feeling of fire on my tongue got too annoying to justify that momentary bliss.

The first time I tried vodka, I was fourteen. Ever since I was little I remember having this obsession with alcoholism. Something about it seemed so palpable to me, misery in a way that ate away at you and killed you ever so slowly.

If I’m offered a selection, I’ll choose whiskey. Doesn’t matter what brand. I tried Lagavulin once, when I was dating a girl that bought me a jar of maraschino cherries on our fourth date. It tasted like smoke.

I thought that defeated the purpose. Whiskey should taste like fire on your tongue.

I’m allergic to most fruits, and if you give me the opportunity, I’ll give myself alcohol poisoning on a whim.

My friends and I poke fun at my allergy to fruits. I’ll eat a bunch of grapes and then gripe about how my mouth is burning, I’ll share a tangerine with my sister on a hike and whine about the itch in my cheeks and the sticky juice on my fingers. It’s a running joke, and we all laugh.

My friends don’t like that I drink alone.

I eat fruit when I’m alone, too. When there’s no one around to laugh at the funny joke. I like oranges most of all, I think. They hurt the worst out of the bunch, but that’s not why I eat them. That’s not why I drink either, at least I don’t think.

There’s something intoxicating about pleasure and pain being twisted together so closely.

I love oranges. And I love whiskey.

I think one day I’d like to eat oranges without that burning pain that comes with it. There are treatments, out there, they take months and months, but some smart people out there have figured out a way to make an allergy go away.

But that takes a lot of work.

And besides, I’ve always been allergic to fruit. I know the pain that comes with it is because of something inside of me, it isn’t the fault of the fruit.

I’m allergic to most fruits, and I’m having a hard time deciding if I should just stop eating fruits all together, or if a hangover is okay once in a while.

I don’t know. I think when you learn from the second you’re born that pleasure can only come with pain, you learn to treasure the feeling of fire on your tongue.

#journal #september #2021

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eyeofnewtblog · 4 years ago

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Things that happen at home:

So, unfortunately, when you google my next door neighbors address, it shows up as my address. It took about six months to notice that packages and mail were getting delivered incorrectly, but not so badly that it was noticeable. Until Covid hit. For the last year or so, my neighbors, who are in their 50s with a high risk mother in law living with them (not sure if it’s the husbands mom or the wife’s mom, but all three of them are really sweet)

Any way, today I came home early from work, and just as I finish changing into sweats, I hear the doorbell. And I Know For A Fact that there are absolutely zero deliveries that could be coming to me, at this time, and in this place. So I race out the front door and knocked on the window of the delivery driver.

Me, pulling my shirt over my face because I didn’t think to grab a mask: Hey! I’m so sorry about this, but I PROMISE YOU this delivery was for that house right there. *points*

Driver: But the address said *rattles off my address from the info on his phone*

Me: Yeah, no, this happens all the time, it’s really for them, I pinky swear.

Driver: *poor beleaguered guy sighs and gets out of the car, starts helping me move the $200 worth of groceries to the next porch over* Oh, you didn’t have to help me?

Neighbor Wife, coming out as we drop the first four armfuls of bags: AGAIN?!?

Me: Yeah, I know, right?

Neighbor Wife, yelling into the house as she starts carting groceries in: Hey, get back on that app and make a complaint FOR THE FIFTH TIME *garbled stuff, like you could hear that she was still yelling but not what she was saying*

Driver: Is she always like this?

Me: Nah, I mean yes, but this has been going on for like a year and a half. Google maps stops right in front of my house for both our addresses, so sometimes they don’t get their stuff until the next day because we just bring stuff in and don’t always check it. She gave us some really bomb Christmas cookies though, so I’m not mad anymore.

Neighbor wife, as we drop the last of the groceries off: Good Lord, honey, I should be tipping you instead!

Me: nonono, tip him, he didn’t mean to, you know how it is.

Neighbor wife: Yeah, I do, but there’s a point when you gotta put your foot down!

Me: Yeah...but. Hey, are any of you allergic to dogs?

Neighbor Wife: No....are you about to ask us to watch Zelda?

Me: Well, that depends on what you’re doing for Christmas this year.

Neighbor Wife: *with an absolutely shit eating grin on her beautiful face* Can I feed her anything I want and tell my husband she only sleeps in the bed with us?

Me: grapes, onions, garlic, and any kind of pepper are poisonous to dogs, but otherwise, absolutely yes. But she has super stinky farts if you give her eggs.

So, long story short, my accidental delivery situation with my neighbors has resulted in free dog sitting for Christmas. Neighbor Husband may not be a fan of this, but I’m also kind of okay in letting my dog get spoiled to hell and back in the name of whatever weird revenge thing is going to happen eight months from now.

#things that happen at home #neighbors #neighbors are cool but delivery is wack #gotta straighten out that poor delivery guy #dog watching for Christmas #my neighbors are secretly hilarious

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marvelmadam08 · 4 years ago

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Baby Blues 11/?

Summary: Ace goes to his first doctor’s visit, and Alex checks in with her doctor.

Warnings: First shots, crying, doctor visits, slight jealousy. Fluffy Dad!Chris content. Body insecurities, health concerns, and mentions of sex.

A/N: Rest in Power to Chadwick Boseman, our Black Panther and King. He gave us so much while battling cancer, not just Black Panther. The work he has done in the amount of time he had left a mark, and cannot be replicated. Chadwick Boseman has been such a force in Hollywood that no one could ever forget him. My heart goes out to all his close friends and family.

Also, let’s not make this about Black Panther 2.

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6 Weeks Old

“I mean they can program a robot to perform surgery on a grape but they still have to jab a n-e-e-d-l-e into my baby’s skin for vaccinations.” Alex glared at a few of the other moms in the waiting room, eyeing Chris up and down with Ace.

Chris fed him while Alex filled out the medical file. He was noisy drinking from the bottle, but he took to bottle feeding easier than Alex expected. She watched from the corner of her eye, Chris was a natural, jumping right into action whenever Ace needed something. Seeing him walk around the house with Ace never got old. He was always singing songs to him, some made up. Alex’s favorite so far was the one called ‘Doggies Are Friendly’, in attempts to get Ace to warm up to Dodger. No luck.

Overall seeing Chris Evans with a baby was enough to get any woman excited, and willing to give him more. So she could understand the gazes he got from the other moms, but that didn’t mean she had to just sit there and let them undress her husband with their eyes.

“Al, he can’t understand you.” He watched Ace, unaware of the extra eyes lusting after him

“He’s intuitive Chris, he knows what I mean." Alex frowned, thinking about the how upset Ace would be once he got his shots. She always thought her mother was being overprotective when she was younger but now she understood it completely. She could hear him crying now, and the thought made her eyes sting.

Chris finally looked up, after hearing the infliction in Alex’s voice ”What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t say that, we’re not gonna bottle up our feelings.”

She half shrugged “I guess it’s a mental thing. I mean I know he has to get the shots- I just feel like I’m a monster, purposefully putting him through pain.”

“Baby, it’s a required check up, the first of many shots down the road. You aren’t a monster, you’re a mother.”

“Evans?” the nurse called out from behind the counter

“Are you gonna be okay?” Chris asked as they stood, shifting Ace against his shoulder to burp him

“If you’re asking me if I’m gonna cry, I’m making no promises.” she quickly admitted

Alex hovered over the nurse while she weighed and measured Ace, and checked his heartbeat. Ace’s face when the cold stethoscope touched his chest was adorably deadpan. However, Chris was the one with all the questions, discussing development stages with the nurse the entire time. Going over Ace’s feeding and sleeping routine, asking if the amount of sleep was too little or too much. Would changing the baby wipes would cause any rashes. How soon would it be before hiding out if he was actually allergic to food or animals. And he jotted it all down in his phone, Alex stopped the nurse short when she offered to give Chris her number for any future questions.

“Al, I can hold him.” Chris offered once it was time for the vaccine shots

“No, it’s fine. I can handle it.” She kept Ace’s head turned away facing Chris. The nurse took a step closer, syringe in hand, Alex moved away slightly. “Sorry.”

The nurse tried again, Alex turned the other way.

“Mrs. Evans, I need you to stop moving him.”

“Al-”

“Okay, you hold him.” she conceded, before handing Ace over to Chris

She chewed her nail and watched from her new spot. Ace cried the second the nurse stuck him, Chris felt tears rising to his eyes. He went to wipe them away before anyone could see but more spilled over hearing the cries getting louder. Ace fidgeted against Chris, a heartbreaking attempt for him to move away from whatever stuck him.

“It’s okay baby.” Alex did her best to soothe him while the nurse prepped for another shot. She looked up at Chris, his cheeks wet but he kept his face straight, Alex wiped the tears away from her husband’s face before repeating “It’s okay baby.”

Seeing Ace’s lip poke out while the nurse moved in to stick him again nearly made Chris go into full defense mode, but he bit the inside of his cheek when the crying started again. Ace’s, not his.

“It’s okay honey, we’re all done with the shots.” the nurse soothed, covering the puncture points with small smiley face band-aids

“Yay, all done!” Alex clapped while Chris kissed the top of his son’s head to calm him “You okay?” Alex gave her husband some comforting back rubs

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He sniffled

"Good because now we have to go to my appointment."

***

After chewing down the nails on her left hand, Alex was half through her right one when she was called into her doctor’s exam room. Chris offered to go in with her, but she quickly declined, knowing she would have to be undressed for part, if not most, of the check-up. She done her own self-examination last night, seeing how different she looked down there.

She didn’t want to be vain about it, but the first thing that popped in her head once she looked was how much she needed to get a wax. The second was equally as vain as it was humbling when she thought about having sex with Chris again. Her husband, AKA, Captain freaking America, who could eat to his hearts content and still come out looking as cut as the day she met him. Alex wanted to kick him and kiss him at the same time.

“Well Alex,” her doctor spoke, going over her notes “my main concern for you right now, is your blood pressure. It’s a little higher than usual, what’s your diet like at home?”

“More red meat than before, loads of pasta.” Alex paused to think “I tried string peas, y’know just for research purposes, surprisingly good.”

She chuckled “I tended to lean towards the squash when my first kid was born, but peas were a close second. What about stress?”

Alex shrugged “Fine, I guess. I mean, I can deal with it.”

“Alex, you can’t take this lightly. Stress can be just as harmful as smoking, for both you and your son. You are still breast feeding right?”

“Yes, and I started pumping.”

She jotted down some more notes “Mhmm, and how’s that going? No issues? Low milk supply? Pain while nursing?”

“Aside from the nipple chaffing, not really.” Alex picked at her nails, her doctor noticed

“Alex, I can’t help if you’re not one hundred percent honest with me. It’s bad enough we have doctors that downplay our symptoms because of a bullshit theory that Black people, specifically Black women, have higher pain tolerance. Don’t put on a brave face, not when it comes to your health.”

“Well when you put it like that- I hate pumping, I hate feeding sometimes too. It’s like a bunch of pins and needles sticking me when I do it, just sucking the life out of me. I don’t recognize my body anymore, and I’m warning you now, it’s not pretty down there. As for the stress, my husband and I have been fighting over what’s best for Ace, and our marriage. Which makes me concerned for when I go back to working. My Dad damn near broke his back, my son won’t sleep for longer than an hour, and I think he hates our family dog.” Alex exhaled a sharp breath

“You feel better?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“If you don’t like the feel you have when pumping when why do it?”

“Chris wants to be included in feed Alexander, my son, which I get. He’s gonna be back and forth between working and home again, so he wants his chance to bond with him.”

“But breast feeding is also uncomfortable to you?”

“Only when he fights trying to latch, but once he does and he’s calm, it’s worth it.”

“Have you ever considered formula? Lots of new moms do it, even rotated between that and breast milk. It’s actually proven to help both the mom and the baby.”

“We’ve talked about it, I voted against it.”

“I’m not saying you should, ultimately it’s your choice, but I will recommend, giving it a shot considering the stress you might be going through.” she scribbled down a few more notes “Now physically, how do you feel?”

“In my vagina?”

“There too. Please scoot forward and lay back for me.”

Alex followed orders and put her legs in the stirrups “Mostly tired, out of everything I’m exhausted. I’ve been walking to try and slim down a bit, but the weight isn’t going anywhere.”

“That’s to be expected, a lot of new moms hope for the baby weight to drop right off.” Alex’s doctor explained while pulling on her gloves “However, a lot of it is your uterus trying to shrink back to it’s regular size after being stretched out for nine months. Perfectly normal to like your body isn’t the same anymore, because it’s not. It gets easier the more kids you have.”

Alex chuckled “I don’t plan on having another one for a while.”

“Are you taking birth control?”

“No, Ace’s spit up on my clothes is all the birth control I need right now.” Alex shifted slightly “Plus I don’t really get in the mood too often now a days. Not sure if it’s emotional or mental but I’m just not ready to bring intimacy back in just yet.”

“Well physically, you’re good to go. Stitches are all healed, no signs of infection or tears. I will recommend going easy though, as well as a birth control, in case your mood changes.”

“Thanks, what do you recommend for my marriage?” Alex asked jokingly

“I have an acquaintance who’s a marriage counselor. I can give you her contact information if you like.”

“Um- I think I’ll pass this time Doc.”

“Okay then, I’ll let you get dressed and just talk to Toni at the desk before you leave to set up your next appointment.”

Chris stood once he saw Alex reenter the waiting room, Ace was fast asleep in the carrier.

“What did your doctor say? How are you doing?”

Alex did her best not to hesitate “A little concerned about my diet, said my blood pressure was a bit high, but overall-”

“Are you okay?”

“Chris, let me finish.” she gave him a reassuring smile “I gotta fix my diet, limit my stress and my blood pressure will be fine.”

“What did she say about- other things?” he hinted, a light blush creeping to his cheeks

“Well- my insatiable husband- I should wait a little longer. Nothing is wrong it’s just what she recommends.”

Chris nodded “Okay, not a problem.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders “We’ll wait, doctor’s orders.”

“Doctor’s orders.”

#chris evans x ofc #Chris Evans #Black Writers #OFC #babyblues #marvel #Avengers #Defending Jacob #devil all the time #Sebastian Stan #black reader #the falcon and the winter soldier #rip chadwick boseman

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sortahealingbookowl · 3 years ago

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macchiato, chai, pancake, waffle 💖

Thank you for the ask <3

Macciato: choose four images to describe your aesthetic

Chai: what's a thing that never fails to calm you down

listening to music, reading, chewing gum

Pancake: are you allergic? if so, what to?

I'm actually allergic to so many things that I'm too lazy to type them all out but I will say that since I've gotten older my tolerance for some foods has gotten better and I've also been able to eat ones that I wasn't able to before like : grapes (I really love them but I like to eat them like half frozen) and lemons (love lemonade but still got to be cautious about how much I have)

Waffle: make a thank you note for your followers

Thank you to those who interact with my blog frequently I appreciate you taking the time to visit

And I'm still extremely appreciative to those who stop by every once in a while

Sending my best to everyone I hope you're all doing well

With love, always

alwaysreading

#asks

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restingdomface · 4 years ago

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I finally found a category of candy that doesn’t make me sick. Hazelnut mash. I can’t handle Nutella cause it’s repulsive af and too much oil, but I ended up liking Ferrero Rocher (which is amusing cause they also make Nutella) and Kinder Bueno bars.

But. For a while now. I’ve thought. That maybe I’m a little allergic to hazelnuts. Cause lately I get really hot all over when I eat too many. And now. My throat starts to hurt. Like. Swelling hurt. That painful hot throb.

I think I have to give up the hazelnuts because my throat hurt sooooo bad tonight. Can my body???? Stop????? Developing new allergies????? Bitch you already cut peanuts and grapes out of my life, that’s half the pb&j right there. I’ll kill you. Or you’ll kill yourself I guess. I’m so tired. But only mentally. Physically I am awake and want to jam to music which is bad cause I’m gonna be in a car for six hours round trip on the way to a doctor to talk to me. About. My salivary glands constantly being infected. And my sinuses being Extra Thicc Q’s if i fucking know what that means.

Y’all. This head???? Wanna pop. I’m sure of it. It tryin.

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kuroosweakness · 4 years ago

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Thoughts and junk of 🐾 anon

Im hungry😔

Why does PE exist? Like I get exercising but literally why you can do it any other time

PLEASE I JUST WANNA BE FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE IN MY ZOOM CLASS WHY IS IT SO HARd I SWEAR NOOOOO

Oof hungry be gone

I have a headache kinda

Ohedo~Julia~Nighto~! ^^

Your Heat is like an amazing vocaloid song and maybe I might kin it..

Ok but Nibasa Core by plasterbrain just might be my theme song

Noooooo my period started earllyyyyy😭😭

*rolling girl casually plays in my head*

Im kinda tiredddddddd

It’s been some time since I’ve drawn anything really wow

I’m allergic to dogs and cats but I want a dog so bad

Maybe I’ll stop feeling so lonely then:(

It’s not that I don’t have anyone, I have friends I talk too and am surrounded by all my family and have a health relationship with all of them

:p I’m sleepy a lil bit but I’m in school so can’t sleep

Being a girl is painful but I don’t wanna be a guy either😔

Pencils pencils pencils

Speaking of pencils, I used to pick up mechanical pencils laying around in school and draw with them bc I prefer mechanical over normal number 2 pencils

Why are they called number 2 pencils?

Ohhhhh that’s why that makes so much more sense nowwwww

I had a dream that I lost my hearing and that was scary

I also had a couple dream where anime characters I simp for appeared AND OMG WHEN KUROO WAS THERE AAAAAAAAAAKDKSKFKSKDK

*^* I love him am </3

My friends and family are tired of me constantly talking about every anime character I fall in love with💔😭😭

Why did my grapes taste spicy?

Gin ibushi is Bb I love him sm💙💙

Maybe I’ll change my pfp to gin next

OMG I MADE I FRIEND FINALLLY AAAAAAAAA YAY!!!

DDKAKDKAKD YOU DONT KNOW HOW HARD THIS IS

Akfkskdk more coming soon💙✨

ahhh hii!!

i hope u eat some food really really soon <3

IKR pe is .... yikes. i mean, pe holds good intentions and it’s quite fun sometimes, but most of my memories tied in with pe are quite ... bad :’

i especially didn’t like the partner runs or team games because sometimes i didn’t have any to be with. i’m also not on the very athletic side so whenever i hear that we’re running- *sighs*

ohhh finding friends through zoom is quite hard. especially because there aren’t many opportunities to interact. the right friend will come along :))

it’s been so draining/tiring these days :’

draw something! anything!! :)) i’ll draw with you!

my period’s supposed to be here but ... it’s not lmao. i just sure hope it doesn’t pop up out of nowhere

:(( i’m sorry to hear about your allergy. we’re on the boat of wanting a dog :’ maybe a plushie can help? i’ve been clinging onto my plush bear. i’ve heard that there are some dogs who are hypoallergenic :)

:( i can’t say i understand how you feel, because i’m not you, but feel free to talk to me at any time! i know i reply quite late...i’m trying to get better and better :’)

ahhh feeling sleepy during school is an all-the-time thing for me

RIGHT! being a girl is really really hard ... but to be a guy? lmao no thanks. there’s nothing wrong with being a guy of course, i just can’t imagine being one.

nice to hear that we both prefer mechanical pencils :) i have no idea...is there a number one pencil? or a number three?

omg that sounds like a terrifying dream

kuroo 🥺!!

lmaooo i posted on my close friends story about how i made a presentation for kuroo and yeah, they’re tired of it by now

grapes...spicy? uh oh

you made a friend??? :)))) that’s awesome to hear!! tell me about ‘em! :D i can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been and i’m happy for you 🥺

i’ll be waiting for the more to come :) in the meantime, take care bubs! <3

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writeyouin · 5 years ago

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Swerve X Reader – Changes - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 – Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

A/N – Welp, this is the best I can do after that trip to A + E. It’s great being off work to write this.

Warnings – Mild Swearing.

Rating – T

Swerve grinned at his holo-form’s reflection, enjoying the winter look he’d just added. It was finally time for a visit to the next planet, Enpluam. The planet itself was said to be something of a winter wonderland, and as such, all of the crew had been ordered to adapt their holo-forms to have warm clothing so none of the natives got suspicious.

Swerve’s smile faltered as he caught sight of you behind him, failing to hide your frown. He spun around, suddenly insecure about his new outfit. “You don’t like it?”

You held up your hands defensively, “No, no, I love it, it’s just-” You shook your head, smiling instead, “It’s nothing.”

Swerve hugged himself self-consciously, “Please (Y/N), if you don’t like it… If you don’t like me-”

“Swerve,” You almost hissed, hurt by his suggestion. “It’s not your outfit, I love it. I love you. I just- I don’t understand why all these stupid bloody planets have to hate Cybertronians so much. I get that the war was horrible but it’s over now, it should be entirely up to you whether you want to go as a Cybertronian or not.”

Swerve reached out to caress your cheek lovingly, “(Y/N), it’s alright. We’re used to it. Besides, you know how much I like playing dress-up.”

You had to smile at the joke. Using it as an opportunity to change from your previously bitter thoughts about how Cybertronians were treated, you replied, “Yeah, well maybe you can dress up as a doctor tonight. I can think of a few places you haven’t examined on me yet.”

Swerve blushed, his vocaliser crackling with static like it always did when he was flustered. He swore to himself that one day, he would have a witty retort for your seductive comments.

You pecked his cheek, “Better not make that sound on-planet, or they’ll see right through you’re disguise.”

“Yeah,” Swerve finally managed to laugh, though he was already planning a doctor outfit in a sub-folder of his processor which he aptly named ‘Dr Sexy cosplay.’ “You looking forward to this planet?”

“I will be if you tell me what you’ve been planning.”

Swerve became rigid, “Plan- Uh planning? I- I haven’t been planning-”

You smiled knowingly, “Oh I know you’ve got something up that parka sleeve of yours Swerve. You’ve been quiet this week, so I know you’ve been hiding something. Want to tell me what it is now or save it for later? I promise I’ll act surprised if you do.”

There wouldn’t be much acting involved when Swerve told you about the mini-con shell he’d had built for you, he was sure about that. Swerve knew he had promised himself that he would tell you this week about his plans for you, but now the moment had been laid in front of him and he was too anxious to say anything. He’d planned to tell you on the icy planet below after taking you on the perfect date, which would hopefully serve as a reminder of how much he loved you so that you wouldn’t leave him after the news. He needed that extra time to tell you, and it would only be one cycle’s difference.

“Can you wait one more cycle?” He asked solemnly.

You raised your eyebrows, “Oh, a serious tone? Must be important.”

You pulled his hand towards yours, hooking your little finger around his own, “I pinkie-promise that I can wait one more day.”

Swerve vented a sigh of relief and pulled you into a hug which somehow felt less intimate than the silliness of the pinkie-promise. “Good. Great. One more day, and you’ll know.”

While you laughed, Swerve felt nauseated. Sure, you would know what he had been planning for over a year, but would you still love him afterwards.

The alarm beeped incessantly and you shot up unusually quickly from your sleep. “I’M UP! I’M AWAKE… I’m regretting setting this so damn early.”

Swerve couldn’t help laughing at your owl-eyed expression as you stumbled from the berth, barely keeping your balance when you landed. He hadn’t slept that night, not needing to as often as you did, but he had stayed with you because you made him promise to, though you’d neglected to tell him why.

“We’ve got a few hours before we get there you know,” He told you. “You can sleep a little-”

“No,” You said, running to the bathroom to shower. “No time. You and me have to be the first off this ship.”

“Loving the enthusiasm, but that’s usually me. The last time I woke you up this early, you threatened to petrol-bomb my bar.”

“MOLOTOV!” You yelled from behind the shut bathroom door. “I THREATENED TO MOLOTOV YOUR BAR. NO PETROL HERE. HAS TO BE BOOZE.”

“All the same, why the early wake-up?”

“Megatron and Ultra Magnus.”

“Sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G?”

“No.” You came from the bathroom dripping wet and wrapped in a towel that had Brainstorm’s face printed on it, blowing a kiss without his mouth-plate. You shook your head energetically, “Not kissing. Yelling. At me specifically. Before we go to any planet, they pull me aside and give me a lecture like I’m a kid. Don’t mention Cybertron, (Y/N). Don’t start a bar-fight with Whirl (Y/N). Don’t eat that weird fruit (Y/N), it could kill you. You don’t get any of those talks.”

“Okay, but in their defence, you did do all of those things on the last planet we went to.”

“Hey, first off, that dude should not have been listening, it was a private conversation and I could have been saying that Cybertron sucks for all he knew. Second, Whirl started that fight, after he dropped his holo-form and locked me in his cockpit, so that wasn’t me. And third, that fruit-guy said it was a grape and it looked just like one, how was I supposed to know it wasn’t one? Besides, I was with Velocity and she managed to save me so no harm, no foul.”

“Wow…You’re so cute when you’re irritated. Like a tiny chipmunk whose sole-purpose is to defy Dave in his quest to become the best singing Chipmunk of all.”

“Bite me,” You growled, walking into your wardrobe, looking for winter gear.

“Gladly, just take off that towel and I’m sure I can find a spot,” Swerve replied smoothly, glad he had the chance to be the cool one for once.

Stepping out of the wardrobe momentarily to tease him, you lowered the towel giving him a bit of a show. He wolf-whistled and you had to laugh, before changing into your clothes and attempting to speed dry your hair. Once you were ready, you were happy to find that Swerve had transformed into his alt-mode and was waiting to drive you to the hanger doors where the two of you would hopefully be the first to get off the ship.

In a crowd of disguised Cybertronians, you and Swerve found it easy enough to bypass Ultra Magnus and Megatron who were clearly looking for you. The second the hangar doors opened, the two of you ran outside hand in hand, laughing as fresh snow crunched underfoot.

“You know they’re going to talk your ears off when we get back,” Swerve said.

You shrugged, admiring the view of the icy covered town below, underneath a dark purple sky. “Who cares? Right now, all that matters is that the town is down there, it’s just you and me and… I’m in front.”

Swerve didn’t have a chance to respond as you started running down the hill towards the town, cheating in a race he wasn’t prepared for. His mouth stretched into a wide smile, ‘Joke’s on her, I don’t run out of breath.’

Despite that thought, you put up a good fight, almost beating him to the bottom before some snow gave way underfoot and you fell the rest of the way down.

“(Y/N)!” Swerve called frantically, catching up to you.

Although you were shocked by the fall, it didn’t stop you from laughing as you got up and wiped the snow off your clothes.

“Are you okay?” Swerve asked, grabbing your arms to check if you were alright and breathing a sigh of relief when he was sure you weren’t injured; for something so soft and squishy, humans certainly were resilient.

“I’m fine, but you’re not.”

“What-”

You shoved a handful of snow in his face and continued running.

“Oh, you can run but you can’t hide,” Swerve called, chasing after you.

There was plenty more time for fun and games as the two of you explored the world in the little time you had. Every so often, you would be reminded just how cruel the universe could be when you saw signs that warned against non-organics, but Swerve would quickly shrug it off and draw your attention to something else.

Finally, after exploring icy caverns, tasting new foods that didn’t spark any allergic reactions, watching a few of the locals, delighting in a spot of star-gazing, and generally experiencing things you never could have back on Earth, it was time to head back to the ship. Although Swerve was ready to finally tell you about the mini-bot shell, he opted to wait until he could take you to it so you could ask Perceptor and Brainstorm any questions that he might not be able to answer. There was a countdown on his visual feed that was a reminder of how long he had left in his promise to tell you; it was a relief knowing it would be gone by that night.

You walked hand in hand with Swerve through the cobble-stoned streets of the town, on your way back to the Lost Light.

“I just don’t get it,” Swerve grumbled. “How did you find that comedian funny? He was terrible.”

You thought of the comic who was in some kind of talent show by a sculpture of a frozen fountain. Then in a low voice so nobody would overhear, you said, “It’s an organic thing. Face it sweetie, you just wouldn’t get that kind of humour.”

“Fine. You just wait till we get back to our room, I’m going to find you some of Cyber- Uh, my home’s comedians,” He corrected as you crossed paths with another family. “Then we’ll see if you get my kind’s humour.”

You chuckled at his stubbornness, stopping when the two of you came to a short bridge that had three men on it. Two were human, the other was some kind of rock-like humanoid. Swerve tried to lead you on but you held onto his hand tightly, tugging him back. You knew what drunks looked like when you saw them, and the trio in front of you were clearly intoxicated.

“We should find another way back,” You whispered, unsettled.

“(Y/N), this is the fastest way back, trust me,” Swerve said, confident that after owning his own bar, he could navigate his way through a few overcharged organics.

Although you were still uneasy, you placed your trust in your husband and let him guide you towards the bridge. Upon seeing the two of you, the humans jeered. A sound like rocks being ground together let you know the other organic was doing the same.

“Oy, oy, lookee what we have here. Ain’t this a charmin’ pair?” A red headed man, with an almost blue tinted face from the cold chuckled.

“Alright gents,” Swerve grinned confidently. “Mind if we pass? Our ship’s leaving soon.”

“Oooh, is it now? You hear that Darren? Their ship’s leaving soon.”

Darren, the other human, an unremarkable man with a pock-marked face stepped forward, “I did hear. I also heard when he called us gents. I’m not a gent, are you a gent Al?”

“I don’t think I am. Nor is our mate here. He ain’t got the stones to be a gent.”

All three of them laughed at the awful pun, apparently finding it hilarious in their inebriated state. You felt your heart start beating faster, and once again you tried to pull Swerve away. This time he complied, realising his mistake in approaching the group.

“Nah!” Al called. “Don’t go, we was only having a laugh. Right lads?”

“Swerve!” You cried as the rock man grabbed Swerve and pulled him back for Al and Darren to mock.

“Listen guys, we’re all people here,” Swerve started to babble in his overly-friendly way. “We don’t have to fight and- oof-”

Darren punched Swerve’s stomach and Swerve doubled over in pain that he wouldn’t have felt outside of his holo-form, falling to the floor when the rock man dropped him.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM,” You screamed, running in front of Swerve.

“(Y/N), no,” Swerve groaned, trying to stand up.

“Aw look, he’s fond of his lass,” Darren laughed.

“Aye,” Al sneered, “I’m fond of her too. Tell you what, we’ll just take her and leave, yeah? Then you won’t miss your ship, will you, Swerve? Stupid fuckin’ name.”

The rock man reached past his human companions to lift you up over his shoulder, and you screamed in outrage, punching, kicking, hissing, doing anything possible to free yourself. Upon seeing you in danger, defending him of all things, Swerve snarled. Disobeying all the rules, he freed himself of his holo-form and mass displacement.

“THAT’S MY WIFE!” He roared in all his robotic glory, slapping Darren and Al to the floor.

The rock man, apparently panicked by the sight of a non-organic, dropped you and fled back into the town.

“(Y/N)!” Swerve rushed to your side and held you close, checking you for injuries. “Are you alright?”

While Swerve fussed over you, Al pushed himself up to stare in mute disgust at the scene of pure love before him. An organic and a non-organic married? It was an abomination that made him glad he hadn’t had his way with you.

‘Spoilt goods,’ He thought cringing as you and Swerve walked away from the fight, if it could be called that.

Abhorred and repulsed by you, Al decided to make the universe a better place. “Fuckin’ robo-whore,” He whispered, reaching into his belt for his pistol.

Just one headshot and it would all be over. Drunk as he was however, Al would not have made a headshot in a million years.

“You were right,” Swerve said, shaking his head and holding you close. “We should have never crossed that bridge.”

You didn’t say anything but you did gasp and lurch forwards as a bang erupted from behind you. Everything after that seemed to happen in slow motion. Swerve screaming. You looked down to your jacket, finding that it had changed from white to red. You tried to speak but couldn’t. Darkness kept clouding your vision. You were on the snow. Light again and you were in Swerve’s alt-mode. Darkness. You opened your eyes to find Ratchet and Velocity hovering over you.

You could hear Swerve shouting something, though you couldn’t see him.

“-NEW BODY- PERCEPTOR & BRAINSTORM- SINCE THE WEDDING-”

The next time darkness overtook you, you didn’t wake up for a long time, and as Ratchet and Velocity hung over you, they wondered if you ever would again.

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