#I'll have to properly thank him. even if this doesn't work out I'm grateful for him trying to help.

[riisume]

Shoutout to my goated homies for helping me out with a fun and easy activity that'll help me draw a little today ;v;

[cherry-romper]

When They're Injured

+ Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Erwin, Hange, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke

Eren; • He either pretends to be fine or cries like a baby, there's no in-between. • Most of the time he doesn't even acknowledge your presence in the room. He thinks it's a waste of time watching over him. • Tells you to grow up if he sees you crying over him. • "I have the power of the titans, I'll be fine. Just stop your crying already, it's making me uncomfortable." • Still thanks you for caring though, in his own little way - probably by asking you to be his sparing partner instead of actually saying thank you.

Mikasa; • Unfazed by her own injuries and cares more about you taking care of yourself. • Stays in bed for a day before she's back working out and doing chores, no matter how bad her injury is. You have to physically restrain her and put her back to bed (it never goes well). • Asks if you've eaten and slept well before you get the chance to ask her. • She's grateful for everything you do while she's recovering. • She picks you some flowers afterwards to say thank you. She even cooks you food.

Armin; • Upset. You console and reassure him a lot because he keeps crying about being weak. • You read to him though, and even play chess while he recovers. • You promise to train him some more when he's able bodied so that he feels better prepared next time. • You bring him food but he refuses to eat it. You end up doing the "here comes the train" thing with him to force him to eat out of embarrassment. • You brought him flowers and he loved the gesture so much that he now uses one of the dried flowers as a book mark.

Marco; • Grateful to be alive. • He sometimes panics and has nightmares that he's back on the field where he was injured and you have to calm him down. • He sometimes gets annoyed at you for always being beside him because he knows you're not looking after yourself properly. • Forces you to leave so you'll finally wash and eat. • Jean also visits often and you all share stories about your childhoods. The duo never fail to make you laugh.

Jean; • Dramatic. Does the whole "don't look at me, I'm hideous" thing, and refuses to let you into the room. • You have to physically stop him from covering his face and reassure him that he's just as beautiful as before. • He switched up real fast after that and pretended he wasn't even injured to try and impress you. He went from being a cry baby to trying to work out with a broken arm. • You gave up trying to stop him because he wouldn't listen to anything. • Cries when he's alone because he doesn't think he's strong enough.

Connie; • Doesn't change a thing. He's still just as idiotic as before. • Laughs it off. He keeps telling jokes so he won't think about it and if he's laughing then he's happy. • Wants you by his side always, and get upset when you need to leave. •"Y/N, I'm telling you, I'm immortal." • He doesn't really cry, he had a few tear when he was alone, but he's more focused on training when he's better so it doesn't happen again. • Secretly likes being injured because you're particularly nice to him.

Sasha; • Dramatic. She thinks the worlds is going to end. Gathers you, Jean and Connie around as she says her "last goodbyes". • It only takes you waving some meat in her face for her to snap out of it and start acting normal again. • Sobs into your arm. She's more worried about if she'll be able to eat and hunt again than her actually injuries. • Food works better than medicine.

Levi; • Sleeps it off. He'll be fine the next morning. • Hates when you baby him. Even if you're just being nice, like bringing him food, he'll think you're being condescending and gets pissed off. • It really doesn't take long for him to recover, but Erwin orders him to take time off to be sure - you're happy Levi will always have Erwin looking out for him. • You leave him little notes instead of actually staying with him. He smiles to himself when he sees them, he adore the little things.

Hange; • Refuses to stay in bed. Levi knocks them out to force them into bed. • They get bored very easy. Erwin doesn't let them work while they recover, so most days they just sit and stare at the ceiling. • Gets a little dramatic and starts crying because they can't visit their titans. So you visit them yourself and draw them for Hange - even if you're bad at drawing, they are overjoyed. • Cries when you bring them flowers.

Erwin; • He's appears fine externally, has a strong mentality and is sure he'll heal in no time. • No matter what he's still working, you have to physically pry the papers from his hands so he'll actually rest for once. • He gets kind of annoyed at the babying. He just wants you to see that he's okay to work, but you have none of it. • You buy him flowers and other little trinkets - like a little girl was selling knitted teddy bears, so you bought him one. He got emotional after that because he realised how much you meant to him.

Reiner; • Goes through a crisis. He's used to being injured, but not this badly. • It takes him a lot of willpower to not just heal it in front of you. • Spends most night debating if it would be easier to just die. • Some days he doesn't know who he is and acts like a soldier and others Bertholdt has to remind him that there are bigger things out there and he has to pull through so they can go home. • On they days where he's a warrior, he pushes you away, only letting Bertholdt and Annie in the room with him.

Bertholdt; • Pushes everyone away, aside from Reiner - not even Annie can see him like that. • Gets unnecessarily angry. Debates just turning and finishing the mission right then and there, and he was about to when you turned up. You made his whole world stop and he just stared at you. • He cried into your arms that night, and most nights after. He'd never felt so vulnerable. He thought you were the one who came to save him. • You knew he was feeling better when he went back to his "synchronised sleeping," as you called it, and you'd find him with his head nearly on the floor.

Annie; • Stoic, as per usual. • Hates when you make a fuss. • "It will heal. Please, give me some space." • Doesn't push people away, just kind of distances herself. For example, she doesn't spar with people when she's feeling better, she uses a training dummy instead. • Only happy when you're with her. She wouldn't admit it though. • She wants you to stay, but would never go out of her way to ask you too.

Porco; • He gets dismissive. Uses the word "whatever" like it's going out of fashion. • You try to reassure him but he just gets defensive. "Stop it. You're acting like I'm going to die. I'll just heal overnight. You're so dramatic." • Secretly enjoys the attention. He's not used to people willingly caring for him. He normally bullies people into following him around, but you do it out of the kindness of your heart. • You praise him for being so brave and it makes him blush.

Pieck; • She loves that you stay with her. She thanks you everyday. • Holds your hand a lot. • You talk about whatever but most of the time there's just a comfortable silence. • For some reason, she thinks the best when she's injured. Meaning she still attends strategy meetings, but asks you to go with her for support.

Zeke; • Refuses to stay in bed, no matter how bad the injury. • He sleeps for about 3 hours, and heals in that time. After that he just walks around like normal, still doing his work like he wasn't floored a few hours ago. • You barely get the time to worry about him. He appreciates the sentiment though. He likes when you worry about him, it makes him finally feel cared about. • He does spend more time with you after that. After seeing your reaction he realised how much he actually likes you, how much he cares for you.

[mirai-e-jump]

TV Station, 8/31/2024 Issue ft. Kamen Rider Gavv Cast Members (translation below)

Publication: August 28, 2024

Chinen Hidekazu x Hino Yusuke x Miyabe Nozomi

Chinen: Those around me often tell me, "You resemble Shouma," but there's a gap between us and the roles we play.

Hino: In what ways?

Miyabe: I'm curious.

Chinen: Yusuke-kun is normally a funny guy and the mood maker on set. However, Hanto is cool, and if I had to say, it feels like he'd quietly glance over at those who are having fun. I think that gap is amazing.

Hino: Is that supposed to be a compliment?

Chinen: That was my intention (laughs).

Hino: Thank goodness~ (laughs).

Chinen: My first impression of Miyabe-san is that even when she crosses her legs, it doesn't look unrefined at all. She looked like a refined older sister.

Miyabe: Thank you so much (laughs).

Chinen: Still, Sachika's a serious but cheerful, high spirited gyaru. I find that gap appealing.

Hino: In my mind, the impression I have of Shouma is that he's a hero who's "right in the middle." He grows throughout the story, and he's got abilities that others don't have. That's something that also overlaps with Hide. There's a sparkly feeling when we're together, and his ambition to work hard over the coming year is amazing. It feels like he's linked to the role.

Chinen: I truly appreciate those words.

Hino: In this Kamen Rider, there'll be many heavy scenes over the course of the story. That's why Sachika's existence is so valuable. To put it simply, she's like a missile character*, but there are times as Hanto when she helps me. This is because Miyabecchi plays the role of Sachika without hesitating. I'm incredibly grateful. (*you don't know what they'll do next)

Miyabe: Ever since we first met, Chinen-kun's been exactly the character he plays. Shouma's a pure boy who's excited by everything he sees. Chinen-kun has a side like that too, there's no semblance of being fake, don't you think?

Chinen: Yeah, you may be right.

Hino: The pure part of them seems to be similar.

Miyabe: He's so straightforward that it makes me laugh, and my impression is that he's Shouma himself. And then, Hino-san is……(laughs).

Hino: Why'd you laugh just now? (laughs). It's okay to compliment me at a time like this.

Miyabe: I'll do my best (laughs). When we first met, Hino-san's hair was pink.

Hino: It's because I had to dye it for a previous production.

Miyabe: I was uneasy about whether I could properly speak to him.

Chinen: What a shocking statement (laughs).

Hino: It's because I've been a nuisance (laughs).

Miyabe: It's not like that, I had already seen his acting before, so I thought he was a really cool guy. However, he seemed to enjoy talking with the staff in between takes, and in a good way, I found a sense of familiarity with that gap.

Hino: I was wondering what she'd say, but Miyabecchi finally put me in a good light (laughs).

Chinen: This is what it's like when we have fun on set, so let's work together and do our best! _

The Ideal Sunday

Chinen: I'll wake up at 6 a.m., eat rice, natto, and kimchi to fill my stomach, from there, take a shower, and then head out. After touring some vintage clothing stores and wandering around town, I'll eat lunch, put on a change of clothes, and go for a run.

Miyabe: What about your belongings?

Chinen: I leave my stuff in a coin locker and then go for a run. After the run, I sweat it out at the sauna, eat soba, and then go home.

Hino: Sleep is very important to me, so I'd rather always be sleeping. I'll wake up in the evening and take a bath about halfway through the day. I was part of a family of five when I was living at my parents house, and we always had a set order of when you could go in (the bath), so I'm very happy to be able to use it any time I want without feeling constrained. After that, I'll eat ice cream while watching TV, and then go to bed when I feel sleepy. This is the absolute best.

Miyabe: I also get up at 6 a.m. like Chinen-san. Ideally, I'd go for a run during times when fewer people are around, and breakfast would consist of brown rice with salmon, tamagoyaki, and miso soup. After eating, I'd read and tend to my favorite flowers.

Chinen: However, what's the reality?

Miyabe: Just like Hino-san, I'll sleep into the evening, eat a rushed meal, take a bath, and then it's time to go to bed (laughs). At the very least, I'd like to get a good night's sleep for the sake of work the next day.

[pedge-stuff]

I just had the worst and saddest possible day ever and all I wished was someone here, just to hug me under my cold covers. Can you please make something up with pedro and reader please?

I'm so sorry you are going through this?? I hope things have improved since you submitted this. Sending love your way.

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okay (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

a little, plotless shorty for your troubles.

thanks, as always, for everything.

TW: a very brief mention of disordered eating

summary: sometimes, you just need to be held.

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"I'm okay," you whisper. "It's okay, really. I just need a little bit."

Less than convincing.

There is a dip in the mattress behind you. Even with your eyes closed, covers pulled over your head, turned away from him entirely, you can tell he is settling against the headboard, atop the duvet.

Pedro doesn't speak. Doesn't touch you, either, but you're not really sure if you're grateful for that; sometimes, being touched when you're like this feels so intolerable, it takes your breath away. Other times, a soft touch feels like the only thing that can hold you together. Trial and error, involving a lot of shitty and unfair antagonisms, has taught Pedro to give you space before he gives you love.

This is why you suck, your brain supplies. Nothing more— your mind is too fucking tired to even dissect your insecurities properly. You just feel bad.

Not without reason; at least, not today. Three missed calls from your mother, with whom you are barely speaking to, anyways. (It turns out being engaged to Oberyn Martell is about the only thing that could cure her passive aggressive homophobia. A bit too late to be water under the bridge, at any rate.)

Three missed calls, and some really shit news.

So, you're in bed. Under the covers, hiding, as if 8:30 is a totally normal bedtime.

And things are decidedly not good.

The tears come, silent and steady.

A warm press of lips to the back of your neck startles you; hot puffs of breath where his nose is buries into the hair curled at your nape, just a moment, before pulling back. It does not feel as bad as you'd feared.

"Sorry," you croak, blindly reaching behind you; squeeze what feels like his knee, in what you hope is a marginally reassuring gesture. "I'm fine, baby, you don't have to sit here with me." Pedro is early to bed— neither of you are really night owls— but not this early.

He makes no effort to move. "Can I..." A tentative hand, between your shoulder blades.

You can't help the thin whine that accompanies your shaky exhale. Fucking pathetic. But you turn, slowly, rolling over to face him. You'd assumed he was up against the headboard, but he's shifted down now, head on the pillow beside you.

Smiling, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Wordlessly, he tucks an arm over your waist. He's always been strong, biceps as thick and sturdy as tree limbs, but the Gladiator training has added a layer of muscle just about everywhere. (Including his stomach. Abs are slowly stealing the small belly there, and while you're proud of the work he's putting in, you secretly miss the softness.)

"I don't know what you're thinking," Pedro whispers, mouth brushing against the top of your head. "But I'm so sorry, honey." He rubs the length of your spine, brow furrowing at the feeling of unfamiliar protrusions. Stress and an irregular schedule has sent good eating habits by the wayside; your body is shrinking, while his grows.

It's been the shittiest fucking month. He's been gone, you've been busy, and neither of you have gotten enough of the other. Back in New York three days now, but this is the first night you've been able to stay in together— and, of course, you've ruined it.

"Just happy to be with you," Pedro says, as if reading your mind. "Maybe this strike'll last forever, and I'll never need to go back to Morocco. Sorry, Paul Mescal."

You laugh, despite yourself, thick with tears. "I'm gonna miss the fan selfies, I think. What're they calling you? Pee-paw?"

Pedro groans, punishing you by pulling you tighter against him. Your face is squashed against his chest. Not a hardship. He smells clean, spiced. Familiar. Comfortably, and safe.

"You're engaged to the oldest man on the internet," he laments. "In Twitter years, I'm dead."

The squished hug is short-lived, breaking as he rolls back, gently, to get a better look at you. Cups your face, puffy and wet and gross; brushes twin thumbs over your cheeks, with a fond smile.

"There you are," Pedro whispers.

"I'm okay." Another sniff, but the threat of tears seems to have subsided. Today was shit, but it's over now; you're here, together, with nothing but time and sleep ahead of you.

"It's okay that you're not, sweetheart."

But you are. You're with him.

[wannaeatramyeon]

More Gun content pleaseeeeeeeeee! If not, it's fine! Love your works, love your style, love your writings, well I, JUST love you! (YOU! For making lookism characters even more likeable even outside the manhwa!)

This is the FORTH time I asked and counting!

So people start having a nickname or whatever you call it when they ask or just say something. So I think I'll have to make my own...

I don't have any idea right now. Sadddddd!

Well I think that's all for now. Have good morning, noon, afternoon, evening and night sweetie, take careeeeeee!

"If not, it's fine!". Like I could say no. Thanks for asking unnamed anon and honestly thank you so much for your kind words! I'm still ill and feeling like I have less and less to say these days outside of just banging some writing out but this is just so face meltingly SWEET. You take care too!

Gun Park x Reader: Just moved in

Gun doesn't know what to make of this.

Those are your clothes all over his bedroom, no, your shared bedroom floor.

Somewhere under there was a pristine floor. Not that he ever cared much for the floor, but now that he can't see it, he cares about it an awful lot.

And it's not like he doesn't have enough space, or hasn't given you space. In his walk-in wardrobe he has allocated an entire wall for you yet most of your clothes just fit in these 2 drawers - you proved your point by cramming them in haphazardly with a grin.

That should have been a warning sign.

Gun bends down to pick up a few items of clothing, lamenting how it felt like only yesterday he was picking up someone's teeth after knocking them out, and now this is what he's doing.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he notices a flash of colour.

Ah, he's forgotten about that.

The ugly purple plushie sitting on your pillow. Sort of shaped like a rabbit, sort of shaped like a bear, definitely shaped like a monster.

He really regrets winning you that on an earlier date. You had grown far too attached and sentimental, and with anyone else that thing would have gone in the bin. Maybe even burned.

Yet with you... and to add insult to injury, that monstrosity now lives on the bed.

On top of all that, Gun thinks as he searches the penthouse for you to have a word about your disorganisation, the hideous plushie best left for another day, he thinks about your words to him the other day.

"You're using the knife wrong!"

Not professing to be a weapon expert, that's Goo Kim's territory, but Gun damn well knows how to use a chef's knife. For fucking dinner prep of all things.

Then you had the audacity to pluck it out his hand, and cut up the onion quicker and more efficiently. It still grates him to think about-

"Fuck!" Gun stumbles over a particularly large plant pot. Where the fuck-? Oh, of course. You and your fucking plants too. You must have about a million of them and now they are taking over the entire goddamn place.

"Y/N-" he starts, but the rest of his words die on his tongue when he sees you reading in the living room. Some music that absolutely is not his taste, but is completely yours playing.

The whole place feels a little warmer. With you. Less clinical than it used to be.

You glance up and give him that soft smile of yours, "Hey," and Gun realises he is totally done for.

Completely smittened and besotted. You can keep your ugly plushie, and your stupid plants and teach him how to use a knife properly.

In a handful of steps, Gun crosses the room to you, pressing a kiss on your lips. He cups the back of your head, and deepens it until you are leaning in and chasing for more.

He's wrong. There are no warning signs. Only constant signals since the day you met how well you would fit together. Sure there are minor cracks, but that is normal with any couples moving in together for the first time.

Normal. That's a first for Gun Park too.

Gun breaks away with a smirk on his face. Your pupils are completely blown, and cheeks flushed. Clearly you want more...

You need to earn it first.

"Clean up your fucking clothes." Gun says as you jolt in shock at his words.

True, he's utterly enamoured with you, but a man's gotta have standards.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

when that wilson enemies to lovers fic is posted, TRUST that i’ll get out my snacks and drinks while lounging on the couch to read it like i’m watching a movie in theaters 🤞

omg hi celeste. here take this except (body horror + insect warning)

[Wilson] had met you by circumstance. High-value jobs tend to target the same people, since their influence was seconded only by their value. One moment he had busted through the vents only to find that his target already died, a space on their neck turning pale blue from a poison bite. Then the next he felt the wind get knocked out of him as he was slammed against a wall with his feet in the air. The person that pinned him had a cloth face mask on their chin, and above it, insectoid mandibles writhed at the jaw, frothing with the cause of his target's death.

Wilson screamed, of course. Who wouldn't? Especially when he realized that only one arm held him in place even though he was paralyzed. It wasn't even an arm; hundreds of segmented legs held him down as a gigantic centipede body took place of the limb.

"I was instructed to kill a politician, not a bodyguard." The clicking mandibles melted into flesh, but you raised your mask before he could make out any of your features. The only thing he could see was your hair and eyes, thankfully human, though they shone with facets of compound eyes and the iridescence of an insect magnified. "I must offer a discount to my client for not following their criteria, but selling your organs will make up for the loss."

"Nope!" Wilson blustered, suddenly feeling very protective over his liver. "I-I-I also was supposed to kill them, but lucky me, it's already been done! Guess I'll…" he trailed off as the centipede legs inched up his neck and onto his face.

"...I'll go home?" He pleaded. He blinked owlishly, mustering up the best puppy eyes he could, and silently thanked his lucky stars his goggles were on properly. If those legs got any closer to his eyes he'd really start freaking out. "Please?"

You stared back at him unamused. Not that he could tell, considering the mask obscuring your face. "You got a name? One or two kidneys?"

"Yu Q. Wilson! I'm a hitman, and I think my client wanted them gone because they're political rivals, and it's really rare to work in this industry without selling a kidney along the way so please don't take mine, I like having them both—uff!"

You flicked your centipede arm away. Wilson crumpled to the ground, having lost his breath a second time. He held a hand to his chest to still his beating heart, especially since he was only a few feet away from the politician and the poison dripping from their bite.

"Our employer is an idiot," you say curtly. "They pay two separate assassins an upfront fee, and one of them doesn't even value their privacy."

"Hey, I do too value their privacy."

"Then you made a mistake telling me a single detail about them. Get up."

Wilson remembered how to walk at your command. He stood up, resting a hand on the wall, still affected by the shock of a centipede-person nearly biting his head off. "Wait, none of the alarms have gone off. There's supposed to be security checking this area soon, especially since I screamed."

"Then leave."

He opened his mouth to respond but failed to speak as you fell straight backward. The hitman reached out to grab you, but you've disappeared right before his very eyes.

Wilson stood there, the room turning acrid with the dead body and its poison, and no trace of the insectoid assassin. On cue, he bristled. Footsteps approached the door.

He scrambled back up the vents, shutting the grate behind him with a slam, not even noticing the spider that perched on the sheath of his sword as he rose, waiting for its opportunity to breach the surface in the dead of night as a killer is wont to do…

[aisclosed]

Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 8. night night

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become.

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smau + (3.3k) written work (srry lol i have no excuse )

warnings: mentions of death and parental neglect. mentions of injury and blood. cursing.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I gotta go,” Jungwon curses to himself as he hops around the room, pulling on his sneakers and grabbing his hoodie off of his chair. Running his fingers through his hair, Jungwon spins aimlessly in the middle of his room, eyes darting around frantically for a glimpse of his keys and wallet. 

Fucking hell. I don't have time for this. I'll just text someone to let me in tomorrow. Jungwon abandons the seemingly impossible task and bursts out of his room, startling Heeseung who looks up at him through a mouthful of ramen. 

“Hyung, I need your car. I'll bring it back sometime tomorrow. Where are your keys? Jungwon asks, feet tapping impatiently against the floor. 

Heeseung only stares back in wide eyed confusion, swallowing harshly. "Woah Jungwon, you good? Where are you even heading out this late?"

Jungwon groans in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look hyung, I need to get to Y/N's right now. It's important and I'm worried. Can we please save the story time for later? Either give me your keys or I'm just gonna run there."

Heeseung' stare softens at Jungwon's anxious demeanor and he pushes away from the table, standing up. "I'll drive you, it's not safe for you to be on the road when you're this worked up. Come on, let's go" 

Jungwon doesn't wait for Heeseung to finish his sentence, walking briskly out the door without a second glance. Heeseung gives his half eaten bowl of ramen one last doleful look "I'll be back for you baby girl,” sighing as he follows Jungwon out. 

The car ride is tense to say the least. Any attempts of making jokes or small talk are quickly shut down by a sharp glare from the passenger seat.  Jungwon knows he's being irrational, that Heeseung is doing him a favor and he should be grateful and much nicer. But the hammering of his heart against his ribs won’t allow him to act rationally and he knows that Heeseung understands, he always does. So Jungwon vows to thank him and apologize properly later but for now, he allows his mind to be consumed by thoughts of you. 

As the car finally turns down the familiar street of your place, Jungwon's fingers drum insistently against his bouncing thigh. His energy begging to be expended as he resists the urge to just jump out of the car and run up all 42 flights to your side. A gentle pat on his shoulder brings him back to reality, and Jungwon turns to meet his friend's warm gaze.

"Don't worry Jungwon. Y/N seems like a strong girl. I'm sure she’s fine. And even if she's not, she will be eventually." Heeseung says softly.

Jungwon nods stiffly, willing himself to believe Heeseung's words.You were fine. You had to be.  "You can pull over here hyung, it's that building. Thanks for taking me" he mutters quietly, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Alright Jungwon, do you want me to wait for you out here? Or go up with you?" Heeseung asks as the car rolls to a stop.

"No. Go home hyung. I'll see you tomorrow." Jungwon says firmly and takes off in a brisk jog.

Knowing he was almost at his destination did nothing to calm the jitters that ran down his spine. If anything, it just spurred him to run even faster, ignoring the curious looks he got as he moved through the familiar lobby, dashing into the waiting elevator.

Come on, come on, come on. Y/N why the fuck do you have to live all the way at the top. The numbers on the elevator ascend at a tortuous pace and Jungwon feels as if he might just lose his mind. The chime of the doors opening finally puts him out of his misery and Jungwon sends up a silent prayer that Chenle was right about your code as he punches it into the keypad. 

A green flash assures Jungwon that his luck hadn’t run out completely and he walks in, blinking as his eyes adjust to the darkness. Your house is eerily silent, only illuminated by the lights of the metropolis outside your windows. 

"Y/N?" Jungwon calls out anxiously, moving towards your room, receiving no answer in return. Jungwon’s ears prick at the faint sobs coming from the opposite direction and he goes to your living room to find you sitting on the floor staring out the large windows. He approaches you cautiously, there's a crunch under the boot of his shoe and Jungwon looks down in confusion to find the marble covered in shards of glass and swirls of red fluid. For a moment, Jungwon’s heart drops to his stomach but he breathes a sigh of relief as the astringent smell hits his nose and he realizes the culprit is wine. 

Your head turns away from the cityscape at the sound of crushed glass, brows knitting in confusion when you find Jungwon staring back at you.

"Jungwon? What are you doing here?" You ask breathily, eyes dilating as you take in his appearance.

He rakes his eyes over your figure, scanning for any trace of injury and for a second Jungwon is at a loss for words. Your eyes are rimmed red, cheeks still streaked with the remnants of tears and yet Jungwon can’t help the way his breath hitches at the sight of you under the moonlight. It’s almost hauntingly beautiful and he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to forget how you look up at him that night. 

"Chenle told me what happened. ,” Jungwon starts carefully, “Your friends said that you weren't answering their calls. I was- We were worried about you,"Jungwon amends. 

Your eyes prick at the reminder of what exactly had gotten you into your current state. You wipe furiously at your eyes, glaring out the window. "He shouldn't have bothered you with this shit. I'm sorry you had to come all this way Jungwon, I was just being stupid and dramatic."

 A mix of shame and anger swirls at the pit of your chest at the realization that once again you had troubled and burdened your friends. You know better, you silently reprimand yourself, chewing on the inside of your cheek. 

You push yourself up to your feet, ignoring Jungwon's warnings in your haste to get up. "I'll message them. You can go home I'm fine-" you wince, your words halting at the feeling of a sharp sting against your palm.

In a flash, Jungwon is by your side, firmly grabbing your wrist. "I told you to be careful. You are not fine. And I am not going to go home." He says firmly, staring into your eyes with a steely gaze. 

Dumbly, you nod back at him and he huffs, looking down and examining the beads of blood that have begun to pool in the crevices of your palm. "It doesn't look that deep but we should still disinfect it and wrap it. Do you have a first aid kit?" 

"In my room," you mutter . And Jungwon hums, promptly picking you up bridal style ignoring the startled gasp that escapes your lips. “There's glass on the floor," Jungwon cuts you off before you can protest, carrying you over to your room. 

He pushes the door open deftly with his shoulder, setting you down on your bed. You look at him with slight amusement, entertained by how seriously Jungwon was taking his job as your caretaker.

He looks at you expectantly and you smile, “The kit’s in my bedside table, second drawer,” you offer helpfully, to which he nods and begins rummaging through your cabinet. 

Unable to resist teasing any longer, you clear your throat and speak up, “You know you could've just gotten me my slippers or something instead of carrying me Jungwon,” you smirk. 

You laugh as he visibly pauses mid search, mumbling a "shut up", his ears glowing a faint red. Jungwon brings the first aid kit over to you, batting your hand away as you try to take it from him.

"I can do it," you offer, pursing your lips as Jungwon deadpans at you, pulling your injured hand into his lap. "Your dominant hand is literally cut and bleeding Y/N. How are you going to disinfect and bandage this big ass gash with only one hand?"

"I’ve seen people do it all the time in movies, it can’t possibly be that hard. I’ll be fine,” you whine, trying to yank your hand away from his grasp. 

Jungwon scoffs, flicking your forehead, "Stop being stubborn and just let me take care of you."

"I don't know if I can trust you to take care of me if you're assaulting your patients like this," you pout, rubbing your forehead. "At least put on a sexy nurse costume or something, it’ll make you look more reliable.” 

Jungwon doesn't dignify your joke with a response, focusing instead on your wound. He carefully wipes away the blood, checking for any stray pieces of glass. With a warning, he gently presses the antiseptic to your cut, whispering an apology when you wince. He diligently bandages your hand, turning it over and tracing the bandage gingerly to make sure it's entirely secure. You watch wordlessly as Jungwon’s fingers graze the curves of your hands and fingers, his touch feather light. 

Looking up at your uncharacteristic silence, Jungwon’s not quite sure what to make of the emotions that pool in your eyes. There’s a foreign intensity behind them and his eyes can't help but flicker down to your lips. The air is stifling and Jungwon wants nothing more than to close the distance, to draw the air he so desperately needs from your lips. 

Instead, he opts to look away, coughing awkwardly. "All done. You should probably change" he gestures to your wine stained dress. You look at him in contemplation, noting the slight flush on the back of his neck, watching as his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows, eyes trained on your wall. 

Taking pity on him, you walk towards your dresser, letting the tension dissipate into the stale air. You rifle through your clothes, pulling out a pair of shorts and an oversized tee that either Chenle or Haechan had left behind during your group sleepovers. 

“Turn around, I’m gonna change,” you warn half-heartedly, waiting for a beat before starting to tug your dress over your head. Jungwon immediately turns, busying himself with his phone. He shoots both Chenle and Heeseung a text, assuring both of them that everything was alright, desperately trying to block out the sounds of rustling fabric behind him. 

Jungwon keeps his head bowed, eyes glued to his screen until he feels the bed dip next to him and a slight tug on the hem of his shirt. “You texted Chenle?” you ask casually, humming when he nods in confirmation. 

You try to feign nonchalance but struggle to meet Jungwon’s eyes as you prepare yourself for the conversation ahead. “So, he told you?”

"Yeah." Jungwon admits quietly. 

"About what happened today? Or everything.”

"Everything."

"Hm, I see.” you fiddle absentmindedly with Jungwon’s shirt, pulling at the stray threads in the frayed ends. 

“I'm sorry that he told me. And I'm sure Chenle's sorry he had to tell me as well. He was just worried about you,” Jungwon prods tentatively, unsure of your reaction. 

“No, I know. I get it. It’s my fault for not responding and putting him in that position in the first place.” you let out a puff of frustration. “ I just wish I could've told you everything on my terms, explained properly. This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out.” 

Jungwon tucks your hair behind your ear, nudging you encouragingly, “Then do it. Explain it to me how you would’ve if today didn’t happen.”

You take a deep breath, instinctively reaching out to play with Jungwon’s fingers for a sense of comfort and give him a wobbly smile. 

“So, like Chenle told you, my mom passed away a few days after giving birth to me. There were some complications during the procedure and she never recovered.

I know that my dad resents me for her death. That if he had the choice he would've chosen her over me. And I can't really blame him. The woman he fell in love with and built a whole life around, gone, and just for a baby he didn't have any attachment to yet.

At first I didn’t really understand the situation, so I did everything I could just to get even a speck of his attention. But as I grew older, I pieced together the truth from the whispers from my nannies and my dad’s staff. And then it became more than just looking for his attention, I felt like I had to prove my worth somehow. I had to prove that I wasn't just useless, that my mom hadn't given up her life for me just to amount to nothing.

I wanted to make him believe that her choice was justified. I don't think I'll ever be able to get my dad to think so. I’ve known that for a long time.” You draw a shaky breath, tears streaming down your cheeks slowly. Jungwon’s heart clenches at the sight and he pulls you into his lap, rubbing your back soothingly as you try to continue. 

“But then something like this happens, he gives me the slightest indication that something might change. And it's like I'm 7 years old all over again. On that stage holding a stupid trophy that's bigger than me. Flashing lights and photographers, searching in a sea of faces for the one person that will never be there.”

“And I'm so, so, tired of being disappointed,” your voice cracks with emotion, “Tired of even having any expectations. It happens every time.”

“ He left. He knew that I was waiting for him and he just left. With nothing but a stupid bottle of wine as a gift. Not a note that said happy birthday, or even goodbye.” you mutter bitterly. 

Your vision blurs with hot, angry tears, “He's never once wished me happy birthday. That's all I ever wanted from him. But he can’t give me that, he thinks spending money will help us both ignore the reality that he can’t stand to be around me. So I’m left with a  bottle of wine that's as old as me and probably costs more than someone’s yearly salary. Another reminder of everything he's given me and everything I will never amount to in his eyes.”

“And I was just so mad, I picked it up and threw it against the wall. I only ended up making a huge mess and getting hurt so I guess my plan backfired,” you laugh sardonically. 

“I probably should've sold it or given it to Chenle, so that was stupid of me but I just couldn't look at it anymore,” your voice dies into a soft whisper. 

Jungwon tilts your face up to meet his gaze, brushing away the stray tears in the corners of your eyes.

"Happy Birthday Y/N . I'm so glad that you're here and that I’m able to be by your side. Even if that means running across the city in the middle of the night" He says, knocking his forehead against yours affectionately. 

You give a watery laugh, eyes welling up at the sincerity in his tone. You lean your forehead onto Jungwon's shoulder "Thanks Yang Jungwon, it means a lot. I'm sorry for getting tears and snot all over your hoodie"

Jungwon snorts in response, smoothing over your hair, “Occupational hazard of being your best friend I guess.”

Best friend. You laugh to yourself at the absurdity of the situation. It was insane how in such a short amount of time Jungwon has carved out a space for himself in your heart. Your smile fades, your mood sobering slightly as doubts begin to creep back into the corners of your mind.

"Hey Jungwon?" you ask hesitantly. 

"Yeah Y/N?"

You’re unable to meet Jungwon’s questioning gaze, resolving to play with the strings of his hoodie instead. “You’ll tell me right if I'm being too much? Before you’re sick of me?” you ask softly. 

Jungwon leans back to look at your face with furrowed brows, “What the fuck are you on about Y/N, I’m not gonna get sick of you.”

You swat at Jungwon’s arm lightly, “You can't say that for sure. Everyone has limits and boundaries and unfortunately I have a tendency of finding those limits and pushing them unknowingly.”

You gesture to yourself with a wave of your hand. “This whole parental trauma, daddy issues thing, it can be a lot. And I have a bad habit of being overly attached and clingy to people. It's suffocating, I know. So just tell me okay? I’d rather know and dial it back than push you away and lose you entirely.”

Jungwon sighs and pulls you closer, placing a chaste kiss on your temple. “You're being ridiculous Y/N that's not gonna happen. I could never get sick of you. If anything you'll be sick of me.”

“Just promise me? Please?”

He rolls his eyes in exasperation, “Fine. If I wake up one day and decide that I’m suddenly sick of you, I promise you’ll be the first to know”.  

“Thanks Wonnie”, you smile in satisfaction, stifling a yawn behind the back of your hand.

"Aww, is my birthday girl tired?” he teases gently, glancing at your clock. 2:14 A.M.

“You should go to sleep now Y/N" Jungwon shifts you so that you’re laying on the bed and you quickly situate yourself under the blankets. Once he’s tucked you into your bed sufficiently, Jungwon stands with a slight stretch, ignoring the way his muscles protest at the movement. 

You cock your head in confusion, tugging him back by the sleeve of his hoodie "You're not staying?”

Jungwon blinks at you blankly, “I am, I'll just take the floor. Or the couch.”

You smile sleepily up at him, "Don't be stupid Jungwon." You scoot over, lifting the blanket and patting the empty space next to you in invitation.  

Jungwon merely gapes at you in response and you snicker at his vacant expression. 

“Jungwon, we literally cuddle in bed all the time, it's no different just because it's nighttime. Look, I'll even stay on my side of the bed okay?” You scoot back further to the edge of your bed, looking at him expectantly. 

Wordlessly Jungwon huffs, kicking off his shoes and shedding his hoodie. He clambers into your bed, exhaling lowly as he turns to face you. 

From the gap across the bed Jungwon watches as you give him a pleased smile, cheek squishing into the pillow and your hair splaying out behind you. He can't look away from the way your eyes shine in moonlight, staring back at him with a fondness that makes his heart stutter. 

“Night night, Wonnie," you whisper playfully, reaching out to lightly pinch at Jungwon's cheek. 

His eyes flutter close at the feeling of the pads of your fingers against his cheek and he groans internally.

Fuck it. Jungwon rolls his eyes in surrender, and pulls you closer to him, tucking you into the crook of his neck, a position that's way too familiar to him at this point. 

And maybe Jungwon really should reevaluate where he's at because the way his hand slides to rest at the small of your back is all too natural. And the feeling of your breath against his neck should really be unsettling but it’s not. 

He really should think about it, but right now it's nearly 3 AM and he doesn't have the energy to question how perfectly you fit against him. How you feel a bit too much like home. 

“What happened to me staying on my side of the bed,” you ask slyly in the most innocent tone you can muster. Jungwon can feel your barely concealed smile against his collarbone and punishes your taunt with a swift tug at your hair, enticing a snicker from your lips. 

"Shut up and go to sleep" he grumbles, and you laugh freely, burrowing comfortably into his arms. Jungwon can’t help but let his lips lift at the sound, and tightens his hold around you, waiting until he hears the faint puffs of your slumber before letting himself succumb to his dreams.  

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a/n: chenle rlly is jungwon's biggest supporter asjks carrying the y/nwon ship.

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❛ i'm not leaving until we talk about this. ❜ paring: JackHarding

Jack hears the doorbell as he dresses for the day and wonders who's showing up so early at the front door. He finishes fastening his belt and double checks that his curls are properly under control.

He startles when he opens his bedroom door and finds Doris on the other side. She doesn't startle, though he remembers when she did, back before the war when she'd just started as the upstairs maid and they weren't used to having to act polite to one another.

"Colonel Kidd," she says, eyes downright twinkling in amusement, "there's a Colonel Harding in the parlor to see you."

Jack blinks. "What?" he says.

Doris's amusement slips onto her mouth for a moment. "You heard me, Jack-boy," she whispers.

And the thing is, Jack first met Doris at college. She was taking one class, and it was Introductory Physics, and then two days later, she'd been introduced as the new upstairs maid, and Jack had kept a straight face, and so had Doris, and they've been thick as thieves ever since. That semester in Introductory Physics, she worked 12-hour days and still ran circles around the rest of the class. Even with a war under his belt, Jack has no idea how she does it, but he's so grateful she's still here in the house as he tries to figure out how to get out of it again.

"Chick?" He whispers back.

Doris finally lets herself smile. "You did not do him justice."

"I wrote last week and said it was through," he says.

Doris shrugs. "Perhaps he's here to return some token."

Jack thinks about the watch he got Chick. And the handkerchiefs. The cut crystal whiskey glasses. Doris touches his arm, and when he meets her eyes, he realizes something is showing on his face.

"Of course he's not," she says. "Or if he is, I'll be waiting behind the curtains with the fire poker to give him a good knock on the head."

Jack huffs a laugh. "Thank you," he says, putting his hand over hers.

"Get downstairs before your parents see him first," she says. "They're dragging out breakfast in the garden, but who knows for how long."

Jack nods and steps around Doris, takes the stairs quickly but tries to walk through the foyer and front room more sedately so that when he walks into the parlor, he looks put together and serious, not fluttering and sickingly hopeful like he feels inside.

Chick's in front of the fireplace, staring up at a portrait. He's in his greens, buttons and buckles shined to the hilt, his crush cap tucked under his arm. And all Jack wants to do is rush across the room and strip him to his shirtsleeves and smudge his shoes.

Jack takes a slow breath and slips the door closed behind him. Chick turns slowly as the door clicks, and for a moment, his face is polite and empty.

"Colonel Harding," Jack says, "A pleasure to see you."

Chick stares at him for ten seconds that feel like the only seconds Jack has ever cared about in this house. "Colonel Kidd," he replies. He reaches inside his uniform jacket and pulls out an envelope. Cream-colored, heavy stock. A tear on the top end where Chick opened it. Crumpled all over like Chick balled it up then smoothed it out again. "No," he says, and lets go of the envelope to let it flutter to the floor.

Jack stares at the envelope. "We should discuss this elsewhere--"

"I'm not leaving until we talk about this," Chick says, pointing an accusatory finger at the envelope. "What the fuck, Jack."

Jack stares at the envelope and thinks of his parents just out in the garden. His mother and father who want him to marry well and found him a good match, and even as he's said he's not interested, that he has someone, they haven't listened.

"I explained it in the letter," Jack says, unable to meet Chick's face.

There's a long moment of silence. Jack is still watching the envelope. Chick steps forward and steps on it, then past it, until he's within reach of Jack, though he's keeping his hands to himself.

"Jack," Chick says quietly. "Did you lie to me in England?"

When he'd realized he was mad for Chick, Jack had gotten terrified and tried to hide away. Chick had found him and held his face in his hands, asked him to tell him the truth. So, Jack had. Admitted his feelings, the way he loved the wild feeling he had just looking at Chick. The way it made him feel so bright and happy and alive like flying did. The way it scared him because there were expectations of him at home. Coming back a decorated pilot to his proper, upper-class parents who expected a good, society wedding of him.

"Is that what you want?" Chick had asked back them, voice calm but eyes sad. For himself, Jack had realized. Because he didn't want to give up Jack.

"No," Jack had said. "Not ever, but especially not now."

And Jack had been certain--absolutely certain--that he'd go home and be able to stand firm on what he wanted. Chick had agreed to any sort of ridiculous wedding required by Jack's family. And there was no question that Chick's manners would hold fast against any social passive-aggressive nonsense.

But then Jack had come home, and his parents had slipped him back into position as the knight to the king and queen, and he'd found himself back in that spot even though he'd never wanted to be there again.

"I met someone," he'd said on the first night he'd realized they'd put him back on the horse. "Neil Harding. He's a Colonel."

"Oh, Jack, not your CO," his mother had sighed. "I'm sure he had all good intentions, but it's a bit tawdry."

"I've asked about him," Jack's father had said. "He's politically uninterested. Not the sort of long-term person you need."

"I'm so glad you had someone to be with you in all that nastiness," his mother had added, and Jack had clenched his jaw hard not to correct her phrasing about having gone to war. She'd lost two brothers in the first big one, and it feels awful to even think of making her say the word 'war'. "But you're home now, and you know what we expect of you."

"Jack," Chick says, and Jack feels like he's fallen ten feet and landed in his body. Chick's right there, within reach but holding back. Not in a mean way, but in a way that reminds Jack how well Chick knows him. He knows how proper Jack can be. Realizes being in Jack's childhood home means their general easy intimacy may not be welcome. Moreso with the letter on the floor.

"I didn't lie to you," Jack says. "But I don't..." He shakes his head, feeling lost. "I told them about you," he says. "and they...dismissed you. They dismissed you."

Chick considers that, then snorts. "Not much of a catch, am I? Not for the best and brightest man in all of Cleveland. Just an old war horse from a moonshine family in Virginia."

"Chick--"

"You want an old war horse, Jack?" Chick asks, gaze soft and kind. Open. A gift Chick has given him again and again.

"They picked someone they like," Jack says.

"You said," Chick says. "But you never said you liked them."

Jack tries to pull up the polite, helpful, well-mannered son he's fallen back into since he came home. But he can't. Not even under the family portrait over the mantle. Not with Chick in front of him. Not with Chick having come all this way with that letter to have this conversation.

"You tell me to get fucked, I'll get fucked," Chick says. "No hard feelings on my end." He shrugs. "Okay, some hard feelings because I'm not perfect, Jack, but I love you so much I will do my best not to call you a fucking asshole to anyone who asks how you are."

And Jack laughs, loud and impolite and all the way to his belly. It's something Chick loves doing, making him laugh impolitely, and Jack watches as Chick looks pained but also deeply pleased. Like he's glad he can say that, one last time, he made Jack feel so much.

Jack steps forward and cups Chick's face and presses their foreheads together. "I'm sorry I sent that letter," he says. "I'm sorry I made you have to fight for me when you already had me. I'm sorry I fell back into what my parents wanted."

"Shit happens," Chick murmurs. "It's how you shovel it."

Jack kisses him, wraps his arms around Chick's head and feels Chick hold him hard around his waist, and he kisses him and kisses him and kisses him.

When they pull apart, Jack's parents are in the parlor and look shocked to their cores. Jack smooths his thumbs over Chick's mustache, and Chick squeezes his waist and gives him a roguish wink.

Jack turns to his parents, expecting horror or dismay, but he watches them both calibrate from shocked to polite and knows he doesn't have the steel spine to be rude to them about this. "Mother, Father," he says, feeling Chick's hand settle comfortable and large on his lower back. "This is Neil. I've told you about him."

Chick's fingers twitch when Jack's mother's smile shakes for just a moment. Jack wishes he could explain to his parents that Chick can read people in a way that would amuse them. But now is not the time.

"You have," his mother says, stepping forward and offering her hand. "Colonel, lovely to meet you."

"Please, call me Neil," Chick says, giving Jack's mother's hand the proper, soft shake. "My apologies for being so personal in your parlor. My mother would have me by the ear for that behavior at home."

Bullshit, Jack thinks, knowing full well Chick's family doesn't have a parlor, nor would his mother be shocked to find him kissing in it. But it's the right story for the moment, and Jack feels his affection for Chick grow even more at his ability to pull it off.

"Oh, Tess and I got caught once or twice," Jack's dad says, coming forward with his hand out. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"And you," Chick says, and this time, it's Jack's hand on his back that twitches in amusement. "Jack's told me so much about growing up in this house, I feel like I know it."

"Well, let us give you a tour," Jack's mother says, and Chick cheerfully agrees. Jack turns as they leave the parlor, suddenly remembering the letter, but it's gone from the floor. As Jack trails behind his parents and Chick as they start the upstairs part of the tour, Doris comes out of a guest room with the broom and pauses very politely for them to pass.

"Dropped it in the kitchen fire," she murmurs as Jack passes.

"Thank you," Jack manages and catches Chick looking back for him. He smiles and gives Doris a nod. Doris returns it.

"You told him about me?" Doris asks.

"Of course I did," Jack replies. "I'll properly introduce you later."

Doris grins and shoves at Jack's back. "Get up there before your parents realize you fell behind. Save that poor man."

He saved me, Jack thinks, but he doesn't say it, just hurries to catch up and slip an arm around Chick's waist and let's himself think about the future with an excitement he hasn't felt since he walked back into this house.

Jack leans in as his parents start down the stairs again. "Thank you," he says.

"Marry me," Chick replies, his voice a murmur.

"What else could I do?" Jack asks, and Chick pulls him in and kisses him at the top of the stairs, unconcerned about being too emotional in the center of the house.

For the first time in his life, Jack feels exactly as unconcerned.

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"I'm not too much for you, right?"

April froze, looking up from the open bag of spray canisters and art supplies to face Mikey properly. The box turtle halted his work on the mural, fidgeting with the cap on his spray canister as he waited for her answer. He stared directly at her with a look she only recognised on a much younger Mikey.

"Whoa, what brought this up?" April asked lightheartedly, putting the bag down. She immediately regretted the teasing, watching him crumple in on himself, looking just about ready to retreat into his shell.

Her big sister instincts kicked in, and she was quick to place a hand on his shoulder assuringly. With an apologetic look on her face, she backtracked from her dismissive teasing and tried again. “Sorry, sorry—what's going on, big guy?"

"I- Hmm…" Mikey chewed on the inside of his cheek. She exhales, sitting down and patting down the spot in front of her to invite him to sit. He took the spot, crossing his legs and letting out a weighted sigh.

There was a moment of silence between them. For the other guys it would've been normal, but it was always unsettling whenever Mikey did it. Not to say that he was a lot, but a quality April always appreciated was how the box turtle was always ready to share how he felt. But at that moment, it felt like the brothers' inability to talk about their problems was passed down to Mikey. And April O'Neil wasn't gonna let that happen!

To draw the turtle out of his shell (pun intended), she needed a different approach…

Her eyes drifted to the bag they brought. Fishing out a few papers and crayons from the bottom, she laid them out in front of Mikey. "You know I'll never force you to talk… But I do wanna know what's going on with you. And I do know that you do wanna tell me."

Mikey looked down at the pages, before looking back up at April. There's a turbulent expression on his face as if he's doubtful about the idea. April responded, "Come on, Doctor Feelings. Didn't you say art's also a valid way to express how you feel?"

Hesitantly, he reached out and grabbed one of the crayons. He still looked unsure. "It doesn't have to be something fancy like the mural; it could be a doodle or a sketch.”

Uncomfortable on the asphalt surface but all the more grateful for the suggestion, Mikey began doodling away at the page. He first drew Splinter's shape in his colours, then Draxum's. Red exclamation marks and sharp jagged lines covered the borders of the page. At some point, Mikey began tearing up. His tears added to the crude drawing, and April silently gathered the pieces of her shattering heart.

She didn't know, and she doubted anyone else noticed, too.

In the end, she was left with a messy, slightly crumpled, tear-stained sketch, a quietly sobbing Mikey, and an impression of what was happening.

April sighed, picking up the drawing and smoothing out the creases, "How do the others feel? About this?"

He answered quicker than before.

"Donnie doesn't care, Raph and Leo try to stay out of it, and I'm the only one who tries to do anything about it," Mikey's head sank a little into his shell, "I get that families are supposed to argue sometimes but... With Dad, with Draxum... It feels like all they do is fight!"

April reached her arms out, offering a hug. Mikey leaned into her embrace, wiping away rogue tears with the back of his hand. "Sometimes, it feels like I'm the only one who cares..."

April rubbed the back of his shell in reassuring circles. Eventually, she spoke, "At first, I was honestly kinda on the fence about Draxum being part of the family, but living in the same building as him, studying in the same school he works at, even having the few conversations we have with him... It's made me come to appreciate him, and well, the more the merrier, right?"

Mikey looked up at her. She wiped away the rest of his tears with her sleeve, "Just saying... If you weren't there, I think we would've missed out on a very welcome addition to the family."

She beamed, "You have a knack for bringing people together! It's never too much—if anything, it's perfect because it's you! Never forget that."

"You mean it?"

"I wouldn't mess with you, Mikey," April assured, hand to her chest, "cross my heart and hope to die."

Mikey laughed and April let out a sigh of relief. He sprung onto his feet and the girl followed.

"Wanna get this mural done?" she asked. Mikey picked up his spray canister, looking at the unfinished piece then back at April.

"Can I... keep talking about my feelings while we continue?" he asked.

April's heart warmed as her smile widened. "Of course, I'll always be happy to listen!"

The sound of soldering tools clattering onto the table drew April away from her homework daze. Her head spun toward the source of the sound, and she saw it there: Donnie’s defeated silhouette hunched over the table with an array of tools and gadgets littering the desk.

Rolling her chair gently over to Donnie, she tapped on his battle shell to remind him of her presence. He tensed, immediately snapping his head to face her with wide eyes and immediately relaxing the moment he realised it was just her. There were the victories and exhaustion of being an inventor, the joys and pains of a craft so meticulously developed that burning out left a gaping hole in his plastron.

He turned back to the desk, immediately slumping. His arms were folded on the desk and he buried his head in them. April could only sit next to him, leaning against his arm, "You okay, Dee?"

Donnie paused. It lasted a while, and neither he nor April moved for a long time. She expected it to last all night; in which the only way she could help was to put her back on his shoulder and remind him that she’d be there. Instead, she felt him shudder and shake.

Those sobs were involuntary but were real nonetheless.

She didn't turn her head but leaned it back to assure him of her judgment-free presence. He was wounded, defeated, and angry—the sobs that wracked his shuddering frame reminded her of that. She opened her mouth to let out her assurances but stopped herself when Donnie was the first to speak.

"Tech is easy, it's supposed to be—as in, it's predictable and modifiable. Every variable is something I control and every unwanted result can be easily remedied with a few repairs of a few lines of code."

He paused, letting in a shuddering breath before letting it out. Not wanting to betray his trust, her eyes remained trained on the wall of existing tech Donnie had hung on the wall. A wall of his past and present glories.

"But sometimes, it doesn't cooperate. Wires get in the way, code becomes illegible, and every mistake I've made prior piles up to become a bigger problem."

Donnie leaned against her; she buckled under his weight but kept upright. Realising his mistake, he turned himself and April around. She looked at him, the tears at the edge of his eyes and the way he just left them there... As if he didn't know what to do with them.

"I'm sure you remember what I said, back in Witch Town," Donnie murmured, stiffening himself and holding the arms of his chair tight, "I'm the science guy. If I can't do that… If I keep messing up… Or if my fixes only get us into even more trouble then... Then what good am I?"

"Donnie," April started to get his attention. He didn’t look up to face her, but he didn’t evade her sight either. It was still something.

Tentatively, she guided one of his hands off the chair and squeezed his fingers reassuringly; an invitation to an embrace if he'd want one. He didn't move, but he didn't pull away, "You know you're more than just your tech. You’re not just the science guy, you're Donnie: the guy who loves to dance, the thespian out of all of us, and most importantly, our brother…"

He didn't seem convinced. Judging by the look on his face, this wasn't a long-term assurance that he'd be able to internalise. Even then, he leaned his head on her shoulder, letting April's hands squeeze his. This was probably the closest thing she'd get to a hug for the night.

"I'll keep reminding you as much as you need, okay? Donatello Hamato, you're always gonna be amazing, with and without your tech."

He made a defeated nearly inaudible murmur, but April would still consider it a win. She chuckled briefly, sighing.

"You know, you'll be more comfortable if you sleep in a proper bed."

He muttered something unintelligible, his free hand gesturing half of what he was saying (she couldn't even see with her positioning anyway). She got the gist of it though: he couldn't move. Or rather, he didn't want to. She chuckled.

"Fine, at least let me sit in your chair. It looks comfier," she teased. Much to her surprise, the softshell pulled back and moved a little, leaving April a small opening to squeeze into. She was lucky he didn't take up too much space on the seat as she folded comfortably into the space she was given.

She was glad her brother was so warm. Sitting shoulder to shoulder with both little regard for personal space and the least physical contact possible, she felt Donnie was the first to doze off. His head leaned on her shoulder, and she didn't need to look to know he was already down for the count.

"We love you, Donnie. Don't ever forget that."

A centuries-long feud between two clans finally met its end, but there was always an aftermath. More often than not, that aftermath was a fallout.

The old lair was trashed by the Shredder, and April nearly got lost in the city trying to find the new location. She had it easy, considering she wasn’t the one to have lost the childhood home her brothers grew up in and lived for so much of their lives in.

That wasn't her only focus though; something else plagued her mind, and it was something she should've discussed long ago.

"Hey, Raph, can we talk?"

The snapping turtle turned his head up to face April; she struggled to hide the grimace on her face. Barring the heavy bags under his eyes and the fresh wounds scattered around his body from the fight a week ago, Raph let slip a grave expression. Not a split second later, the big guy was already sporting a large smile, even if every other part of his body portrayed the opposite.

"Oh, sure!" It was his usual level of enthusiasm, just enough to put anyone at ease. However, with what April's seen, it’s hard to believe he was completely genuine.

April sat on the couch, tapping the space next to her. Raph dropped the boxes he was carrying (they made a surprisingly loud thud on the ground) before walking over. He was slow to sit down, making sure his sudden added weight on the cushion didn't cause her to go airborne.

She let out a sigh, looking up at the snapping turtle before speaking, "You uh... you remember how you guys unlocked your ninpo, right?"

She saw Raph bristle, as if recounting the events of that fateful day within that split second, but he kept his small smile intact. "Yeah."

April leaned against him, splaying her arms out and wrapping them around him; their size difference made it difficult to give him the same hug he could easily give others, but she gave it her best attempt anyway, even if Raph wouldn't notice. "You know you could talk to us, right?"

"Of course! Raph tries to, but... you know there are some things we shouldn't share..." Raph seemed to trail off there.

April raised an eyebrow. "Like?"

"Well, Raph's the oldest. I had to make sure everyone got out of that situation alive…"

She didn't like where this was going.

"And Raph had to keep it together, 'cause if I didn't, we all… who else would've…"

It was too much to put on a kid…

"Raph just wants to keep everyone safe…"

April could feel him begin to shake as he trailed off; he was holding back. She looked up, and the snapping turtle wasn't hiding his tears. Her face shifted to a solemn smile.

Raph may be an immovable mountain and April may also be a tiny human two-thirds his size. But she's also April O'Neil! And she wasn't going to let a size difference stop her from getting her point across!

She clamoured onto the table, using the added height to get in front of him and look at him at eye level. He looked up at her, eyes glazed. All she needed was his attention, at least for that moment. "The world needed a hero... but that was too much to put on a kid."

He looked away, "Raph wasn't a kid."

April pulled his gaze back to face her, her palms wiping away any tears he'd neglected to wipe away. "But Raph's younger than April, and that makes him a kid by default."

That made him laugh a little, a tired kind of laugh but one seething with an easy relief she'd never heard from him before. She continued, "Point is, you've played the hero... It's over. So now, you're allowed to just be a kid again."

She opened her arms up, and Raph immediately took the gesture as an embrace. Her spine was on the verge of cracking, but what were a few fractures for a hug anyway?

"Just be Raph, my big little brother," she finalised, "My big little brother who'll tell me if things are getting hard. M'kay?"

"Okay."

She smiled at that.

"Now, you'll also tell me if you need help moving stuff, right?"

"There's nothing much left."

April eyed the pile of boxes Raph carried around. It may not be that heavy to him, but she wasn't hallucinating when that thud sounded like an earthquake. She was quick to rush over to the pile, picking up a pile of boxes on the top. They had their heft, but it wasn't as heavy as she initially thought.

"Hey now, starting now, your big sister’s helping you out; this is the least I can do!"

Leo finally woke up and, unsurprisingly—on the count of a human's life being very busy, especially after an alien invasion, April was the last to see him. And because of her brand of April O'Neil luck, she walked in while he was sleeping.

She brought a few Jupiter Jim comics she borrowed before the whole Krang situation happened. She specifically brought the ones she knew Leo favoured, quietly wondering to herself why Leo let her borrow them in the first place.

April waited, not wanting to wake the slider up when he needed recovery. A part of her was ready to leave and try her luck when her schedule freed up again, only for a voice to stir her out of her dazed stupor. "April?"

"Leo!" She dashed in for a hug, immediately tracking back to leave him some space to breathe, "Ah! Sorry! Are you okay?"

She took a better look at Leo: it's easy to see, he'd certainly seen better days. Even then, he wore an easy smile. "I'm fine, never been better! Okay, well, I have but… You get it."

April let out a relieved sigh, wearing a melancholic smile. "Okay, good. Now…"

She was ready to yell, and Leo braced for it. Her face immediately fell, and she could imagine he already had this reaction with the guys. Maybe together, maybe individually, maybe with Splinter or either Caseys… It didn't matter. At that moment, she wanted to be selfish; she was also someone who was terrified and hurt and scared. She was the one holding a weeping Splinter when they thought they'd lost Leo. Forever.

It wouldn’t have been fair to him though. She sighed, resting her forehead on his shoulder. Her words came out weaker than she'd have liked, but at least they came out, "Don't... ever do that again."

She heard Leo chuckle as one of his arms raised to embrace her. "I'll try."

"Promise me."

"If I did, I'd’ve made that promise to everyone now," He chose his words carefully. It sounded like a tease, something to clown about, but he tried to distract away from his skirting around the promise. As if he wasn't sure he could keep it.

She didn't move back to confront him, to stare him down or to scold him; the guys had probably already had their turn anyway.

So she instead let out an exhale and leaned more comfortably against him. She forgot just how warm her brothers could be. "Can you at least tell me why you did that?"

He paused, hesitant (who wouldn’t be?), but spoke his piece anyway. He spoke as if this line of questioning was repeated over and over again, and that her questioning was the thing that broke his silence. "It's simple. It was either me or the world... And well, you guys were part of that world, so the choice was easy..."

"You're also part of that world."

"I endangered that world… I put all of you at risk!" The reply came quicker than she'd like; it was defensive, hurt. Something cold dripped onto the fabric of her shoulders, heavy and damp. April didn't dare interrupt. "If it wasn’t for me, there wouldn't have been a world to save..."

His tone felt angrier.

"There's a reality out there that ended because of something that I did…"

But his voice grew more desperate.

"And I'd rather die than let the world end twice!"

She did pull away this time. And she saw a glimpse of it: the kid who saw the end of his world; the kid who’d find an eternity of isolation preferable to that… as long as that world remained safe. He was quick to roughly rub his eyes with the palm of his hand. April grabbed his arm, gently guiding it downward.

"You stopped the apocalypse... You saved the world... And that's worth celebrating! But what we're asking you to do is to never sacrifice yourself again..." April gently wiped his lingering tears away, "You said it yourself... Between ourselves and the world, we’d choose the world. We all would've rather braved the end of the world with you than continue living without you, ‘cause our world isn’t complete without a Leo in it."

"You guys could do without me..."

"Hey now! Whoever told you that’s a liar, we’d be lost without you!" April grabbed his cheeks, pulling his face to meet her eyes. Strangely enough, it reminded her of a simpler time, before they had anything to do with anything mystic-related. Those times were long gone, either for better or for worse, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world, "You're worth more to us than you think, Leo... Please don't forget that."

She watched the small smile crawl onto his face. It wasn't tired or forced; it was involuntary, and that was all she needed. She let go, and it was Leo who initiated a one-armed hug. She smiled and gladly took the offer.

Time for a little fun.

"Also, the next person who says something bad about you's gonna get April O'Neil'd. And my bat doesn't discriminate against bedridden turtles."

It rained that night.

She walked up to the basketball court of her apartment. She wasn't about to skip out on a game just because of a little downpour!

Out in her raincoat, she picked up a ball and dribbled it amateurishly across the court. At least she was getting better... She threw the ball upward, wincing when it hit the edge of the backboard instead.

In a brilliant flash of her classic April O'Neil luck, the ball bounced off the edge and fell off the building. She didn't even try to run for it; it wouldn't be worth falling off the complex just for a ball, but she knew she'd have to go down anyway... By herself. Fun.

Steeling herself for the walk of shame, she turned to the roof entrance before pausing. The gentle tapper of a ball bouncing back up onto the rooftop court took her out of her daze. April turned to the source of the sound—she picked the ball up and walked over to where she thought she dropped it.

Peering over the edge, she stopped herself from screaming in terror when she saw it at first: four dark silhouettes of different sizes (three of them larger than herself) obscured by the alleyway's shadows, cartoonish yet intimidating white eyes staring right up at her.

Instead of running for the hills, she swallowed her initial hesitancy and gave the figures a nervous smile. "So... Thanks for the catch... Wanna try a game?"

There were whispers, then a flurry of movement towards her. She barely even had time to react before the silhouettes moved out of her sight to the rooftop behind her. She whirled her head around, unsure what she was expecting.

Four humanoid turtles towered in front of her. The largest of the four reached out, and April didn't even flinch when she realised he was taking the ball. "What are we thinking, boys?"

The one with a blue mask looked over the red one's shoulder, "Oh, hey! We know this one!"

The purple one peeked over Red’s other shoulder, "It appears to be a baské ball."

"You mean basketball?" Blue deadpanned.

“I said it right.”

“No one in the world says it like that!”

The orange turtle took the ball from Red, flipping over him with surprising dexterity and looking up and down at her. "You're serious about a match with us?"

Red chimed in, gesturing vaguely to their whole being, “Even with this whole situation?”

The girl blinked. It was a surprise, and maybe a little scary in the beginning, but these turtles were just... dorks. Her confused tight-lipped look shifted to a pleasant smile, "Well, yeah! If y'all already know the rules, let's start!"

"Up-pup-pup-pup-pup! Hold on, we need teams first," Blue butted in, "I say we do Rock, Paper, Scissors and whoever loses gets stuck with Donnie."

Purple (Donnie, she's assuming) placed a hand on his chest? Plastron? "Scoff! You all underestimate the value a mathematically gifted mind can provide!"

"The last time we played, you got the ball stuck in the hoop!"

"And I was also the one who got it out, Nardo!"

"Take it easy, fellas," Red grabbed the bickering turtles by the top of their shells, "Let's just let the human decide teams!"

"Good idea, the one who knows the least about us picks the teams," Donnie said. She genuinely couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or not.

Orange hopped over to her, rolling his eyes with the ball still in hand. "Don't mind them. Oh, we almost forgot to ask—what’s your name?"

She froze for a moment when the smallest turtle jutted his arm out. She took it quickly, "It's April! April O'Neil."

"April!" Orange echoed, before pulling away and hopping to the side of the other three turtles, "I'm Mikey, this one's Leo, the big one's Raph, and the one about to bite Leo is Donnie."

April blinked before laughing, "You guys are fun! All right, seeing as you make Donnie out as the weakest in B-ball, he'll be on my team—the winning team!"

She pulled the purple turtle by the sleeve. She noticed the way he jerked a little and tried to avoid her contact (fair enough), and she left their contact at that. The other three laughed.

"Oh? You underestimating us, O'Neil?" Leo smirked in defiance.

April crossed her arms, mirroring his competitive expression. "Sounds like you're underestimating me. I'm the queen of this court, you'll see!"

Mikey (as he called himself) pushed himself between April and Leo. "All right, all right, enough banter! Let's get this show on the road!"

He threw the ball into the air, and the game officially began. None of them knew any of the rules and played according to the stuff they saw on television. April may be amateurish, but it turned out the Turtles had no idea what they were doing. April was small and nimble enough to steal the ball from their dribbles, and the only one who was able to match her throwing accuracy was Leo.

Nevertheless, they all sucked at the game, but it was the most fun she had.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Okay I have two thoughts that I can't get out of my head, and since AO3 isn't working properly and I can't read the chapters I'll bother you with them

It just occurred to me last night that Max and David have grown up together in LBAF? I mean, obviously I've know but it just hit me last night that they've been together for their whole lives? Like, I can't double check because ao3 is down but I think they've been raised together since they were like, 10?( I'm not sure about the age again very sorry if I'm wrong) But there's probably pictures of them through out their lives. And they're always together. I mean, they trained together, they ate, they even slept together if I remember correctly(I mean, in the same bed). These two have been practically married since they were kids. And now they're 42, I think? 32 years when they were constantly together (give or take a year, what with David's travel year and the deaths and the kidnappings). I mean, don't get me wrong I love them in every fanfic but in LBAF and TLND they were always together and that makes me really emotional🥹 I can just see Magnus and Alec babysitting Lance and Arthur and telling them stories, along with Jace of course, about their parents, when they were 12 and 20 and showing them pictures and oh god I'm gonna cry. First thing I'll do when ao3 is back is read LBAF I,II and III, I really miss fetus Mavid

Okay this makes me laugh every time I think about it, but remember in IALS, there was this chapter where Max was distant from David because he was punishing himself and David thought that Max didn't want him anymore? So he tried to seduce him? And then you posted Max's POV in tumblr and Max was just freaking out because he couldn't understand why David was acting weird around him meanwhile David was trying so hard to bring Max back to him? And what made Max almost crack and kiss David and be with him was a tired David with Arthur's vomit over him because it made him realize that him and David have a family together and David chose to marry and love and have a family with him and he was almost turned on by that and he told David he was cute and David thought Max was making fun of him? These two be clowning all day every day😂 But it also kinda makes me soft because earlier in that chapter David wasn't wearing a shirt and was sleeping on the bed and Max saw him and got so turned on he had to touch himself but David woke up and heard him and then looked himself in the mirror and then looked at his back and thought of course he doesn't want me when I look like this. Oh David if only you knew... I've always been curious, exactly how relieved Max was when he realised David was still obsessed with him and there wasn't a third person or anything?

I need to stop thinking about these two all the time😂 Also, I kinda got mixed up about Theia and Lance, Blackbane does sounds better, sorry about that😅Have a good dayyy🌷

They did meet when they were ten 🥺 and they did grow up together 😭. This is one of the reasons David was devasted when he lost his memories because he lost his whole life with Max. I think he mentions it somewhere (in some fic?) that his life started after he met Max. So, poor baby must have been so sad when he couldn't remember their life together :(

AND THE IALS THING IS SO TRUE AND SO HILARIOUS. They are both so so so chaotic.

We do sort of see Max's reaction when he finds out David still loves him. But it's not an obvious 'oh thank god' - like it is with malec in TLND. Max's realization is slower and harder because everytime he gets a hint that David still loves him his immediate reaction is not 'oh thank god'. It's 'but why would he?". the doubt and the second guessing made it harder for him to accept the truth and harder for us to see his reaction. I think when it finally sunk into him (i don't think we actually see that exact moment) he didn't just feel relieved, but blessed and grateful and just so insanely happy.

now i am getting emotional.

PS - My mind is going to all sorts of places since ao3 has been down too omg.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

Surprise!

Ship: Diluc x April | Word count: 1599 | Warnings/Tags: First Person POV, food mention, kissing, very sappy :3

A/N: Have this fluffy little thing for his birthday! (Technically it is not a birthday fic but it's pretty cute so it'll work~) I hope you all enjoy it and happy birthday, Diluc <3

"Thank you again for letting me use the kitchen." I say now that the cookies are properly baking. Sure, I could have baked them at home, but they would have cooled on the walk from Mondstadt, especially with how windy it's been today.

If I'm going to surprise Diluc, I want the cookies to be nice and warm for him.

Adelinde laughs softly, a warm smile on her face. "Of course, it was no trouble." Her expression turns a bit teasing and she says, "Besides, you have as much a right to it as I do. I doubt Master Diluc would like it if I tried to keep out his most beloved."

My face heats up at how she's referred to me, but it makes me smile anyway. She's been taking care of him for a long time, so for her to be teasing me this warmly, it clearly means she approves of our relationship.

Still, I laugh in response. "Maybe not. But again, it's approaching dinner, right? I wasn't sure I'd be getting in the way of that."

"It is close, yes, but you're not in the way at all, trust me." I nod, watching as she does start prepping for dinner while we speak. It's likely cutting it a lot closer than she wants to say aloud, but I'm grateful she's being nice about my sudden appearance.

I hum in response and something in that has her turning to smile at me. "Plus, it's always lovely to have you over for dinner. I'm sure the Master won't mind if dinner's a little later if you're going to be here." She says with a wink and I giggle softly, nodding my head.

"In fact, why don't you go to his office?" She suggests, laughing when I start trying to oppose her. "No, I insist. I'll handle everything and come get you when dinner's ready. I don't mind keeping an eye on the cookies for you as well."

I laugh as all the fight in me evaporates. "Alright, alright. Thank you, Adelinde." I say, giggling when she starts to shoo me out of the kitchen.

I follow the path to his office like it's second nature, knocking on the door just in case he doesn't want to be interrupted. "Hmm? Come in." He calls out and I smile, opening the door.

The angle the door's at gives me the perfect view to see his expression shift from a serious, somewhat curious expression to the smile that he gives me every time he sees me. It's enough to have me giggling. He really gets so excited to see me.

"Surprise!" I say and he chuckles, beckoning me into the room. I shut the door behind me and come over to his desk. He pushes back from the desk and stands up, pulling me into his arms in the next second.

His warmth washes over me and I let out a soft sigh, wrapping my arms around him in turn and burying my face into his chest. "I didn't know you'd be coming over today." He murmurs into my hair before kissing the top of my head softly.

I melt a little in his arms and look up at him with a grin. "It was a bit of an impromptu decision." I say and he chuckles.

"A welcome one, for sure." This time he kisses my forehead and it makes my heart flutter. "Are you staying for dinner?"

"Mhm. Adelinde insisted." I say with a giggle and he smiles at me.

"Good. Now, I'm afraid I do have to finish what I was working on, but I was planning to have a bit of a relaxed evening. I honestly don't know how you always have such good timing. I won't have to do anything after dinner." Diluc says, looking a bit apologetic that he has to work while I'm here and I laugh softly.

"It's fine, 'Luc. I can keep myself occupied while you finish up." I say and he nods. I feel a little cold when he removes his arms from around me and steps back, but I simply head over to the guest sofa and sit down.

I pull my lyre out of my satchel and start idly playing some instrumental songs we both like. When I glance over at him next, there's a small smile on his face while he works, making me smile as well. Good. It seems my occupying myself is also bringing enjoyment to him.

"And done." Diluc announces once he finishes and I watch as he stacks up the papers and puts them away. I play the song through until the end, setting my lyre back in my bag and smiling at him.

"So, does this mean I'll have your undivided attention tonight?" I ask, my tone more teasing than anything. He usually does give me attention whenever I come over, but if he was planning on relaxing tonight, that means he's likely out of obligations to worry about.

"Mhm, that's exactly what it means. Why? Have something you want to do?" He asks and I put my hand up to my chin, pretending to think it over for a moment.

"Hmm… Well, beyond getting to cuddle with and kiss my boyfriend?? Not really." I say and he chuckles. "Though, I wouldn't mind going on a walk with you."

"I think that can be arranged." He says with a warm smile.

I smile back and open my mouth to respond, but as I do, we hear Adelinde calling that dinner's ready.

"Well, shall we?" He asks and I nod. The smell of the cookies reaches us when he opens the door and I giggle when I see his eyes brighten. "She made cookies?" He asks, his voice soft and awed.

"…Not quite." I say and he looks at me confused. I simply smile at him and link arms with him, and we walk down to the dining area side-by-side.

"It smells delicious as usual, Adelinde." Diluc says. Adelinde smiles at him and we sit down to eat. Her cooking is always amazing and the atmosphere is amazing too. I've always loved eating here with them when I can.

After the main course, Adelinde smiles at me as she goes to fetch the cookies. "Thank you, Adelinde." Diluc says and she laughs softly.

"Mm, I'm not the one you should be thanking." She says with an amused smile.

Diluc looks at me quickly and I giggle at how surprised he is. "Wait, you made them?" He asks and I laugh softly.

"Yeah. I realized earlier that I had all the ingredients and thought up a little plan to surprise you. Thankfully Adelinde let me steal the kitchen for a bit."

"Well, they smell delicious." He says and I smile, letting him take one first. A bit of warmth rushes over me seeing him enjoy something I've made for him and it's then that I allow myself to enjoy one too.

Once we're finished with dessert, Adelinde returns to the kitchen to clean up. Meanwhile, Diluc looks at me and smiles softly, the look making my heart flutter. "How about that walk now, love?" He asks. "I'm afraid if we started cuddling first, I'd never want to leave the bed after."

My face heats up at how sweet that was and I feel a little like I'm melting. "Sounds good." I say and he nods, taking my hand and leading me outside.

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Somehow, I'm feeling even warmer and softer when we return. Something about walking with Diluc around the winery and surrounding areas on the cusp of twilight is perfect. Seeing the crystalflies that gather here makes the setting even more magical.

"Come on, love." Diluc murmurs once we enter the manor again, silently leading me up to his room. It's there that we both take off our boots and crawl into bed together.

A soft sigh leaves me as I'm hit with a warm, content feeling and I snuggle closer to him. His hand gently runs up and down my back and I melt against him, his warmth wrapping around me and leaving me perfectly comfortable.

Some time passes, long enough that I close my eyes and fully enjoy being this close to him, before I remember something. "Mm… I promised you kisses earlier, didn't I?" I muse, feeling a little sleepy from indulging in the cuddling.

"You did." Diluc sounds just as sleepy as I do and it makes me smile.

"I don't want to break my promise." I say, smiling wider as he chuckles. He pulls me to where I'm laying on top of him, waiting until I'm comfy again before cupping my face and bringing our lips together.

All coherent thought leaves my mind after that. All I can think about is how warm he is and how amazing this feels. And he's all mine.

How did I get so lucky?

When his tongue licks into my mouth, I go practically boneless in his arms, small shivers running down my spine as he runs his fingers through my hair.

"I love you so much." I murmur in between kisses, moaning softly as the next kiss is a little more passionate.

"As I love you." He replies, chuckling when my face goes red. It's not my fault when his voice sounds like that and he's pairing it with a loving expression!

"Less talking, more kissing." I say, making him chuckle again.

"As you wish."

He kisses me again and every part of me feels content and warm. This is so incredibly perfect.

[tired-teacher-blog]

If you don’t mind writing something about Kirishima who makes sure their s/o can’t see the nutritional information on food packaging because of their ed

Sure thing love you got it!

Title : Take my hand

Characters : Kirishima/ gender neutral reader

Genre : Angst/ Fluff/ Suggestive

Summary : Eijiro is trying his hardest to help you overcome your eating disorder, but all his efforts are in vain. Until one night, an argument forces you to finally open up to him and lay everything on the table.

Trigger warning : Eating disorder (symptoms/ causes)

Please do not read if you're a minor

Notes : I really enjoyed working on this one 😃 anyway, the Tokoyami request will be next, I'm already half way through it 🤩

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

Again.. the labels are either peeled off or scribbled on, again.

You sigh in exasperation and walk out of the kitchen as you've decided not to eat at all. If he's going to treat you like a child then you're going to act like one.

This has been going on for so long. You've talked about it, you've even argued numerous times over it but he still doesn't get it.

_ "Babe, you need to eat properly, what you're doing is only hurting you." this, and similar nonsense is what he keeps repeating, and deep down you realize that he means well, but he needs to understand that it's not as easy as he thinks.

You drag your feet to your bathroom and take a deep breath before stepping on the scale. You keep your eyes shut for a moment as you try to elude your anxieties..

The numbers you see when you finally force your eyes open are the same ones you saw last night, but that's not good. What about the morning workout you do everyday before leaving for work? What about throwing half of your breakfast into the trashcan today when Eijiro wasn't looking? And what about having just a pathetic salad bowl for lunch and vomiting it minutes later? Does that not count for anything?!

You thank the heavens that you've decided to skip dinner and you're almost, almost grateful your boyfriend scribbled on the nutrition labels.

You push the scale back under the bathroom counter before walking out and marching straight to your bedroom.

You clench your trembling fists as you finally dare to look at yourself in the mirror.

You're nervous but you have to do it. "Alright let's see what we have here." you mumble to yourself before pulling your shirt over your head and tracing your naked tummy.

_ "Still not good enough." you've never really been satisfied with your figure, and no matter how many times Eijiro has tried to convince you that it was only in your head, it was simply hard to accept.

You shake your head and put your shirt back on because you're done looking at yourself.

_ "Honey I'm home!" you hear the front door closing before your boyfriend's cheerful voice reaches you, and you try your hardest to put on a smile as you walk out to greet him.

_ "Hi Eijiro, welcome home sweetie."

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest, "I missed you today sunshine," he kisses your temple and drags his lips along your warm skin until he reaches your neck where he lingers for a moment breathing in your sweet scent, "you smell so good y/n, shit I hate those nighttime shifts."

Still in his grasp, you giggle softly marveling at the sudden turn of the conversation, and you almost forget your earlier internal struggles.. but not quite.

_ "Had dinner yet?" here it comes, your most hated question. You can't possibly tell him the truth, otherwise an argument will be awaiting, which means you shouldn't bring up what he did with the labels either.

_ "Yes! Yes of course I did, I mean it's well past eleven."

Did it work? Did he believe your little lie?

_ "Hmm, okay." he detaches himself completely from you and heads to the bathroom, "go to bed and don't wait up, I'll be there after showering."

He didn't believe you. His voice, his eyes, the way his smile has disappeared, he was full of disappointment.. something you seem to be really good at evoking.

What are you supposed to do now? You're feeling terrible. You're torn between finding a way to accept yourself, and saving your relationship.

You need to talk to him, your mind is racing, and your thoughts are all jumbled up but you can't leave things as they are.

You wait outside for him, twirling your fingers nervously while rehearsing your apology.

However, it all goes to hell once the bathroom door opens and his glum features appear.

You instantly forget everything you wanted to say and just stand there looking like an idiot.

_ "Why are you still up?" he mutters brushing past you, too focused on toweling his hair.

You're scared.. his cheerful, comforting and loving nature is nowhere to be found. This intimidating part of him is hardly ever out, and this time it's on you.

Your eyes follow him as the lump in your throat prevents you from calling out his name.

Luckily, your body moves on its own, only to stop when you're holding him tightly from behind.

_ "What are you doing y/n?"

You still can't say a word, but your body is responding on your behalf as your arms hug him closer.

_ "You can't keep doing this, you're hurting us both and you don't even seem to care." his tone is low, but his words cut you deep.

And it's not that you're oblivious of the way your behavior has been affecting you both, you're just too weak and too afraid to take his helping hand.

_ ".. m.. sorry.." you mumble remorsefully, managing to find your voice at last.

_ "No, that's not going to cut it this time. I don't want to hear meaningless apologies anymore," he frees himself from your clutches and turns around to face you, "I want you to talk to me, to open up and tell me what's going on inside your head," he stops for a moment to take a deep breath, "hiding the labels on the food packaging.. it was my last resort, but even that was useless.."

You're ashamed of yourself, but the worst part is knowing that so was he.

You take a step back as you're not even sure if you're allowed to be near him anymore.

_ "You're right, I've been selfish the whole time. You've been doing everything in your power to help me but all I did was act like a brat," you look down at your feet before asking him a burning question, "but why? I don't understand why you put up with me.. I mean look at you!" you bite the inside of your cheek as you ponder your next words, "I know what everyone keeps thinking when they see us together, no one believes I deserve to be with you and they're right, I'm not good enough and no matter how hard I try, I don't think I'll ever be." you keep your head down in both shame and anticipation, too afraid to meet his vision.

He's quiet for a moment, and his lack of response is only feeding your anxiety.

What you failed to see, was the look of agony upon his features that your words have caused.

He gets it now. All this time, you were struggling alone, refusing his help, keeping everything in, trying to look a certain way because you believed what others were saying.

_ "Y/n, thank you for finally opening up to me," he cautiously approaches you until he's mere centimeters away, "I'm in love with you and only you, no matter who you are or how you look like," he cradles your cheeks and lifts your head up, "you are the most beautiful person to me and that's something that will never change. I will not invalidate your feelings, but I want you to take my words into consideration and try to look at yourself the way I do," he kisses your cheeks and slides his palms under your shirt, "your cute tummy, the one I can kiss and nibble on each and every day. The one I can feel twitching beneath my touch everytime I'm deep inside of you," his hands travel to your butt, squeezing playfully before moving down to your legs, "the way your sexy thighs squeeze around my neck everytime I'm feasting on you, it's heaven."

You're listening to him, and a shy smile finally creeps across your lips.

_ "Yes, this beautiful smile is what keeps me going." he brushes his lips along yours before capturing them in a sweet kiss.

_ "Please understand how much I love you, and how lucky I think of myself to be just because I'm the only one who can call you mine," his kisses move to your neck, "I'm always by your side so please take my hand and allow me to help," he nuzzles your shoulder as his fingers trace your back, "just reconsider my offer to see a professional, please honey, it's for your own good. I can't afford to lose you.." he shocks on his last words and it was a sign for you to take a stand for both your sake.

_ "I'll do it, I promise I will," you run your fingers through his still damp hair, wishing to soothe him a little, "I can't afford to lose you either Eijiro, I love you too much for that."

_ "That's all I ever wanted to hear." you can feel him relaxing around your frame, and you finally realize that he deserves at least this much from you.

_ "I'll take your hand and never let go."

[reidsaurora]

hey whats ur hcs about spencer when the other team members are injured/sick? i could rly use some sweet spence rn 😩

S. Reid Headcanons

(caregiver edition)

DISCLAIMER: i headcanoned most of these on my own but i will credit any ideas i'm borrowing from anyone else because a lot of other people's hcs are very accurate to the way i see Spence

I think he definitely has a certain way he treats each member when he's taking care of them

So I'm gonna do this in different sections

DEREK DEREK DEREK

I feel like Derek is INSUFFERABLE to be around when he's sick

But Spence being Spence, he's super hard headed about it

Practically shoving Derek's medicine down his throat

Forcing him to stay in bed

Even tho Derek is like "i'M fiNe"

But once he's drilled it into Derek's head that he isn't leaving any time soon, they definitely binge movies together

Spencer and his limited cooking skills attempting to make homemade popcorn for them

Almost burning Derek's house down

Spencer panickingly cleaning up the kitchen as if Derek didn't hear him yelling expletives from the next room over

Derek pretending he didn't hear a word and just carrying on with the movie marathon

NEXT IS JJ

Spencer LOVES taking care of JJ

For obvious reasons *cough cough he a simp*

But mostly because she always took care of the team for so long

So he feels like it's his way of giving back

In S12 when she burned her hand, he was definitely the one who sat with her at the ER and talked her through her trauma

In the weeks following, he checks every day to make sure she's been changing the bandaging regularly and cleaning it properly

Also he loves being around pregnant!JJ

Constantly the one to get her snacks or volunteers to drives to her favorite restaurant just because she simply mentioned "I'm craving tacos today"

Always packs Dramamine in his bag for when she gets nauseous on cases

People constantly think they're a couple because of how good he treats her while she's pregnant

OK NEXT IS PENNY

Spencer also really likes taking care of Penelope

Mostly bc it's like a therapy session for him

While he's cleaning up her wounds, they end up having these really deep talks

Or on the other hand, they end up talking about Doctor Who together

Which turns into him staying the night on her couch after they both ended up binging a whole season together

He ends up waking up first the next morning

Makes them pancakes with berries and whip cream faces

The pancakes go a lot smoother than the popcorn surprisingly

Penelope wakes up to the smell of pancakes wafting through her apartment

While he finishes up, she turns on the next season of Doctor Who

It turns into an all day marathon

They both lowkey forget that Penelope was even injured

He panics, thinking she'll have to go to the ER because he didn't care for her properly

Penelope reassuring him through tears of gratefulness for him 😭

I'M GONNA DO EMILY LAST

Emily is the type of person to ignore the fact that she's even sick or injured

So obviously Spencer has to force her to take her meds too

But he's a lot more gentle with caring for Emily than he is with Derek

So he sorta bribes her into taking her meds

"If you take these meds, I'll buy you a glass of your favorite wine next time we have a team dinner."

Obviously it works bc Emily is such a wine mom

Also I feel like somewhere along the way, it turns into a spa night

Spencer doesn't want Emily to hurt herself so he offers to paint her toenails for her

Which ends up being a terrible idea

Emily pretends to be thankful anyway

Even if half her foot is painted pink

Afterward, Emily forces Spencer to let her paint his fingernails

Somewhere along the way, they end up with face masks on

Spencer braiding Emily's hair to keep it out of her face mask

The night ends with them spilling all the tea on their coworkers while sipping on some champagne Spencer found in Emily's fridge

All in all, Spencer is just an amazing caregiver which I think comes from him taking care of Diana all those years

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Hii! How are you madam? (I heard people call you that!)

May i request a highschool mirko x arab! Reader that wears a kaffiyeh in their head to resemble their culture?

(I love the way you write her!)

[ Ah yes, I have a few nicknames on here. Faulty, Faulty-san, Madam Faulty, Mrs famous faulty, Famous Faulty writes, I'm sure the list goes on. But you're more than welcome to refer to me by my legal name which is Poet. Yes, you read that right. Haha. Anywho, I'm doing great! Thank you for asking and this sounds interesting, I'd be happy to see what I can do with it. Also, I'll be adding Bakugou to this as per your second request. ]

You were frightened when you first met Rumi because of an old mythical creature from your culture called 'Almiraj' and much like one of the stories about the creature as soon as Rumi set her eyes on you it caused you to flee.

Rumi seemed happy with your initial reaction and the way you'd avoid her, but it got old quick. "Hey pretty face! I see you!" she called in the hallway and despite your best efforts to once again run away, she grabbed the loose end of your kaffiyeh. "Now that I have your attention there, what's your problem!?" she snarled in your face with her ears standing straight up and her tail puffed out.

You began to see Rumi as a less terrifying creature after you witnessed the way she handled the power of her quirk. While she wasn't compassionate to you, she didn't hesitate to save others and though she appreciated the praise, she didn't allow it to completely change her.

One day, you decided to cook Rumi a native dish from your culture, but she didn't seem to like it. "Jeez pretty face! Do all of your dishes smell this bad?" to say you were insulted was an understatement, but you weren't aware that Rumi got hungry in the middle of the night and proceeded to eat the food you had made after all.

She scared you to death the day she slammed an oversized book onto your desk and leaned over with a snarl. "Your culture sounds weird there pretty face! Are you sure you wouldn't like being from somewhere else?" she questioned and part of you was honestly flattered she had done research on your background.

Despite her view on your culture, she found herself spending more and more time with you. "So pretty face! What do you think about coming to work for my future agency!? It'll look good having a foreigner there!" while you were a little disappointed she still viewed you as an outsider, the fact that she wanted you to work with her was an offer you couldn't refuse.

"Why the hell do you even have that damn thing on your head!?" he snapped, balling his hands into trembling fists. "You cost us the damn round because that thing got caught on something! Just stay still! Damn extra..." he said and despite being angry he proceeded to help you untangle yourself.

"You don't know how to chop these right!" Katsuki snapped at you one day while you were trying to make a dish from your culture. "Step aside! Damn extra doesn't know how to properly chop..." he grumbled the whole time you were in the kitchen, but you were grateful nonetheless that he was helping you cook.

"This is stupid!" he growled as he tried tugging on the kaffiyeh you had properly secured atop his head. "What the hell is this damn thing supposed to represent!?" he questioned, ignoring the way his body trembled and his cheeks lit up. Why he had agreed to let you do this to him, he'd never know.

"You two better shut the hell up if you know what's good for you!" he snapped, though his words were filled with less anger than normal due to the fact that Kaminari and Eijirou were currently teasing him. "Come on dude! You totally like them!" Kaminari said with a laugh. "I agree even if they're a little foreign, I support you!" Katsuki's explosions were heard moments after.

He tried not to let his friends get to him, but he couldn't help but find himself curious about your culture more specifically your parents. "Eh? So your parents are strict too, huh?" he asked, and while parents in your culture were known to be strict. You instead chose to address the fact that Katsuki's parents raised him well.

Being friends with Katsuki had its benefits, the best of which was the fact that you had a protector. "Yeah!? Stay the hell away from them before I blast your damn face off!" was a common phrase he used whenever he happened to catch someone speaking disrespectfully about you or to you. But his efforts were appreciated nonetheless.

[t0shii]

% comforting them when they're upset

.! oikawa, tsukishima, matsukawa (sep) x gn!r

.! angst + fluff/ breakdowns, crying, etc. lightly proofread bc im lazy so sorry for any mistakes.

.! im so sorry if this is absolute word vomit or horse shit 😭 i tried my best though 😌 uhhh sorry for not posting yesterday i got my daith pierced and i was in a lot of pain after that so i didnt feel like writing anywho enjoy this 👩‍❤️��💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 p.s. i was originally gonna write for mad dog but i was struggling so i went with mattsun instead sorry. also idk why matsuns ended up being so short i didnt do him justice i apologize 😩

oikawa

— always gets discouraged when his knee bothers him. today was one of those days. his coach had made him sit out of practice because he had been limping a bit. he came home distraught and you noticed right away.

"what's the matter toru?" you asked opening your arms for a hug, which he accepted, wrapping his arms around your middle quite tightly. "my knee is bothering me again 'n coach made me sit out. it's just not fair." he mumbled into your shoulder. you could feel his tears soak through your shirt. you nodded and responded, "baby, he just doesn't want you to hurt yourself. i know it's not fair but-", "but i wanna play volleyball, i wanna get better and practice." he said, aggravated that you weren't exactly on his side, still he held you tighter.

"toru, baby, look at me." he does as told, and you bring your hands up to wipe his tear stained cheeks,"toru, you can't strain your knee anymore than you already do, you know this. i know you only want to play volleyball, baby i know, but you have to be patient." he nods in agreement and you do the same, then guiding his head back to your shoulder, "i know it's frustrating toru, but you can't force it, y'know? he wouldn't make you sit out if it wasn't for your best interest. you know that, deep down."

the two of you had been cuddling on the couch, his back against your chest when you heard him sniffling again, "toru, what's wrong?" you ask softly, sitting up slightly. "i'm so useless, my own knee can't even work right. the team deserves someone better and so d-do you" he hiccuped, hiding is face in his hands. you felt guilty for not comforting him more earlier. "toru, that's not true at all." you stated, forcing his hands into yours, "take it back right now." he looked at you confused. "toru oikawa i said take it back right this instant." you said a little sterner than before.

"no." he managed to get out through sobs, and you knew the stern method wasn't going to work this time around. "toru, please. you're not useless at all, not to anyone, not to the team, and especially not to me. you're the best teammate, friend and boyfriend anyone could ever ask for and your knee just needs a break sometimes, you just need a break sometimes and thats okay. needing a break doesn't make you useless or weak, toru." you say softly, guiding him to a sitting position, hugging him closely and tracing small, comforting shapes on his back.

"you're so so strong toru, and you're an amazing person, an amazing boyfriend, you're such an amazing volleyball player and i'm so proud of how far you've come since highschool." you say, kissing the crown of his head. "you mean it?" he asks leaning back to look at you, "i always do, toru. i love you more than anything, and i'm so so fucking proud of you, but you have to know, it's okay to need a break sometimes and it doesn't change who you are as a person and it definitely doesn't make you weak or useless. he nods in response, burrying his head into the crook of your neck. you both stay like that, you whispering words of affirmations, him listening fondly until he feels better a little while later.

tsukishima

— he usually didn't let the stress of professional volleyball get to him like this, but he couldn't help it he would be lying if he said he wasn't overwhelmed, from interviews, to extra practice to prepare for the overseas games he had coming up, he was exhausted, to add onto it all he had been neglecting you and he felt horrible for it.

you knew practice was going to be running late since your boyfriend had told you in advance, so you weren't initially worried as to why kei had been coming home late at night. this night in particular was the fourth night in a row kei been home late and you starting to grow concerned. you hadn't seen him hardly at all that week, which was unusual because he always made time for you no matter what. worried, you decided to stay awake and wait for him to get home.

when the time finally comes, your heart dropped at his appearance, he looked absolutely horrible, as if he hadn't slept right in weeks. "why are you up?" he mumbled, taking his shoes off rather sloppily, uncharacteristic of him. you made your way closer to yoir exhausted boyfriend, "kei, i'm worried about you. i know you don't like me meddling with your career, and please don't misunderstand my concern for that. i'm just worried you aren't getting enough rest and i've barely seen you at all this week." you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

you knew something was wrong when you saw the tear swell in his eyes, but he just stood there awkwardly, you walked closer toward him, "kei, what's wrong?" you ask, extending your arms toward him, which he basically fell into, he started sobbing immediately, shocking you initially. "i'm s-sorry for neglecting you this week, i didn't mean to i-i just-", "kei, i'm not worried about that, i'm worried that you aren't taking care of yourself properly." you mumble, patting his back comfortingly. to which he shakes his head no."work has been too much recently, i can't sleep and i barely have time to even think. its just practice, interviews, practice, interviews i-i can't handle it all anymore, y/n." he sobbed into your shoulder, you were speechless at his vulnerability.

"kei,-", "but i can't stop now because that'll make me a failure and i don't want to let you down and the team too, i just want to make everyone proud but i think i'm falling behind." he cried, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "kei, you could never let me down. actually, i think i've been letting you down recently, i don't tell you this enough but, i'm so so proud of you kei, so proud you don't even understand, i'm sorry for not expressing that enough to you. i understand that you feel as if you're falling behind but overworking and stressing yourself out isn't going to help you improve, kei, and i know you also know that."

"you're working yourself sick, kei and i can't stand here and continue to let that happen so you're taking a day off whether you like it or not. tomorrow will be a me and you day, how does that sound? i'll call your coach in the morning." honestly, you wouldn't have let him say no anyways, and he knew that so he just nodded his head. "look at me kei, you have to tell me when you're feeling overwhelmed. it's not good to keep things in like this, it's just like you tell me." he nods his head, but avoids eye contact, "and i'm not disappointed or upset at you, you know. but i can't read your mind, so please just tell me when things start to feel like they're crashing down on you 'kay? i'll help you just like you help me." you smile, he looks at you and nods, hugs you closer and whispers an "i love you" into your ear, which you return.

matsuwaka

— you knew his work was stressful and emotionally and mentally exhausting, so there were always worries in the back of your mind that he would become too overwhelmed, well today your worries became reality.

"welcome home issei." you called from the kitchen as your boyfriend walked through the door, though he offered you no response, which made you frown. "issei?-" you gasped when you felt a pair of strong arms sneak their way around your waist, "jesus, issei, you scared me!" you giggle placing your hands atop of his own, but you realized he was not laughing with you. "issei, baby?" concern laced in your tone as you maneuvered your way around to face him, "what's wrong baby?" you ask, taking his face in your hands to wipe at escaping tears.

"work was rough today." was all he said as he melted at the feeling of your thumbs running back and forth on his cheeks. "oh issei, i'm sorry." you mumbled, kissing the tip of his nose lightly, "is there anything i can do to help?" he didn't know why but something inside of him snapped when you asked him that, and sobs escaped his lips, he could only hide his face in the space between your neck and shoulder because for some reason he felt... ashamed to be crying in front of you like this. "please just hold me." he cried, so you did just that, shushimg him when his sobs got violent, rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly.

the both of you stood there for a good 15 minutes before you spoke up after he had calmed down a bit, "is there anything you need to get off your chest? you don't have to tell me now or even at all but i want you to know that whatever is bothering you, you can tell me, anything at all. i know your job is mentally exhausting and honestly i dont even know how you do it but i dont want you thinking you have to carry the burden of it alone, okay? i'm so proud of you, so so so proud of you issei, i just wanted you to know that."

you felt him nod in the crook of your neck, a soft, "thank you." sounding shortly after, "of course." you responded, kissing his shoulder a few time.he wasn't sure when he would feel completely ready to get things off his chest but he felt loved knowing that you would always be there to comfort him, and for that he was forever grateful.

[brw]

Thanks for the sending an asks for the ship meme! Now it's my turn, here you go: Steve Rogers/Hank Pym for the ship ask.

big spoon/little spoon: honestly Hank likes to big spoon even if he's much smaller & skinnier, it looks slightly ridiculous when he does but Steve spooning is like. too much. Steve is a very large man.

favorite non-sexual activity: I think they both like to watch baseball together or read together, Steve reads fantasy & Hank reads either science related journals or some Batman comics

who uses all the hot water: neither of them really, both of them were raised poor so they're very conscious of the scarcity of hot water, and neither of them seem the type to take long showers.

most trivial thing they fight over: Steve leaving his shield in stupid positions, Hank ahs definitely slipped at least twice, and Hank inviting bugs in & not getting them to leave.

who does most of the cleaning: Steve, Hank can clean but only does when he's like. properly medicated & hydrated which is very rarely otherwise he just forgets or is too stressed to get started on it.

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: Hank probably, he watches more TV I think than Steve

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat's not working: hmm....... I mean obviously normally it's not a problem but I think Hank, both of them have a grit your teeth and just deal with it mentality but Hank has a lower threshold for that

who steals the blankets: Hank , he's a restless sleeper & Steve sleeps like the dead.

who leaves their stuff around: honestly Steve I think... he's more likely dropping everything & running out to save the day, that said Hank does accidentally shrink things & forget about them a lot so he does it a lot too.

who remembers to buy the milk: Steve, Hank only really remembers stuff like very specific brands of cereal one of his many kids prefers but forgets you eat cereal with milk while Steve approaches the supermarket with the same determination & strategy of a battlefield

who remembers anniversaries: Steve more often , Hank has probably forgotten his own birthday

Who cooks normally? Hank, Steve grew up under ration times&the Great Depression & it fucking shows.

How often do they fight? Not all that often, but often enough, I think generally they're both understanding of each other but I think Steve struggles to understand why Hank can't do certain things or struggles to do them at times while I think sometimes Steve's practicality towards everything grates on Hank if he's already in a bad mood.

What do they do when they're away from each other? Hank does science and talks to insects, Steve gives inspirational speeches to anyone in near vicinity & continues his endless task of getting into modern day media.

Nicknames for each other? Cap, obviously, is a big one, I think Hank would also call Steve sweetheart and would like, call him doll once as a joke but starts unironically calling him that too which Steve hates just a little, I don't think Steve calls Hank a lot of nicknames but he might call him baby when he's stressed out.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner? Hank I think, Steve doesn't remember to bring a credit card at all.

What would they get each other for gifts? Steve tries really hard to give stuff that Hank actually likes, like spends takes quietly conversing with Jan & Victor Mancha & everyone who's close with Hank to figure out what he likes to get him, which Hank appreciates. Hank probably like. manages to track down a piece of lost media from the 30s & 40s which Steve wasn't even into that much but the amount of dedication & determination it takes for that stuff does touch Steve emotionally quite a bit.

Who kissed who first? You know, I'm not sure. I think I'll go with Hank, like in an impulsive spur of the moment & Steve was into it.

Who made the first move? Steve I think , generally, Hank would very easily break his own heart by not talking about his own feelings ever.

Who remembers things? Steve , I mean canonically has the photographic memory

Who started the relationship? I think Steve kind of started the whole dating thing but in terms of like, defining their relationship, I think that was Hank.

Who cusses more? Hank absolutely swears so often. Steve wants to but rarely allows himself to.

What would they do if the other was hurt? I mean to a point both of them are pretty used to the other getting beaten, so mostly hanging out with each other at the hospital & making sure they're okay & have everything they want :)

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