#also i think he would be attached to big bird ... chicken...

[through-the-windowz]

lcorp/stardew things pt 2

(+ doodles)

[howdytheresam]

it’s nearly twelve am i want to liveblog my thoughts behind the way i’m drawing this. It’s longer than I thought sorry </3

the main inspiration behind the Chica design is Showbiz Pizza and their animatronic characters from Rock-afire Explosion. Showbiz itself is a whole little thing I could go into, but the main thing here is I love their designs. with Chica there are mainly three characters I was referencing: Billy Bob, Mitzi, and Looney Bird.

Billy Bob for his general shape. Thinking about it between the four characters of FNaF one both Freddy and Chica would have larger builds imo. Bonnie would probably be in between while Foxy would be somewhere in Ralph’s shape.

Mitzi was referenced mainly for little things like the eyelashes and lipstick. I didn’t really use Mitzi too much because Mitzi’s build would work more for Toy Chica than Chica. I just mainly needed it for the smaller things.

Looney Bird is obviously what influenced her mask because they’re both birds. It helped to have a general structure with the mask. I also used actual chicken anatomy cause ya’know. The difference is though Looney Bird is more of a side character with Billy Bob, not in actual show sense, but in his design sense. He either sits on Billy Bob’s hand or pops out of a barrel during shows. Chica is a main character so her mask follows the main cast of Rock-afire.

Other little details:

Chica would probably have the biggest feet. NOT IN A WEIRD WAY! More so to keep her weighted. I’m drawing the claws more like they’re a plastic outer shell that sits above the actual weight so it would make a little sense.

Instead of a bib I did an apron. Idk. It felt more in theme with the Rock-afire references I had. I’m going to put little spoons and things in it too to show she’s the main baker!

She has tail feathers! Well, not really. It’s more so big yellow feathers attached to her back.

The apron covers what she fully wears which is probably just a basic shirt (thinking about colors.. maybe pink?) and shorts. No skirt mainly due to the apron already covering most of her.

Her legs are inspired by the Chuck-E-Cheese hen character (but this ain’t about the fucking cheese dude)

It’s a simple cover that drapes over the plastic of the claws.

The arm that holds the cupcake is stuck in place, it can move, it just isn’t built for actual movement and is stuck holding the cupcake.

The other arm isn’t much better! It can move a little bit more though, but this time it’s to ensure she isn’t thrown off balance.

Wow. Okay so I did more of this than I thought. I had some thoughts. I like Showbiz Pizza designs and how things would look in the real world so. I also like explaining

[lostlegendaerie]

in today’s news of “of course it happened to me” I was in bed resting from my appendectomy when a knock sounded at my door. I wrenched myself out of bed (ow ow ow ow ow ow ow) and hurried down to see a young man on my porch.

“Is that your chicken?” he asks.

“Huh.” I say, spotting the rooster across the street, who also conveniently explained why I thought I heard crowing this morning. “No.”

“I knew you had chickens, so I figured I would ask.”

Now, reader, I do indeed have chickens but they are bantams and kept out of sight and I am so horribly bad with remembering people that I had NO IDEA if I had met this man before, but I filed away how did you know I had chickens. Is it the hair? It’s often the hair and instead called my next door neighbor. He is a lovely combo of cute, pliant to my random demands, and has birds of his own in his backyard.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat,” he says.

“Are you missing any roosters?”

“No, Brad doesn’t have any boys, just girls.”

“Well I need your help chasing down this chicken, then,” and he crows for good measure, “because I can’t bend over.”

Cue twenty minutes of chasing this poor bird back and forth across the street - “if I end up in the ER for burst sutures I’m saying it was because I was chasing cock” - and eventually we corner him in someone’s driveway. I catch him and cradle him as he makes the most MISERABLE croaking noises (probably because we ripped out a couple feathers, and he is a big baby) as I carry him back to my house. I do think some of the bystanders filmed it so if you see a pink-haired lesbian in sweatpants and a yellow button up coat speed walking back and forth across the road that’s me, but Mr. Punchline (looks like a New Hampshire red, couple years old based on the Spurs) is currently in a dog carrier in my backyard snacking on scratch grain.

Wish me luck I can find who he belongs to, or at least a good home. Kind of attached to the Bastard but you can’t keep roosters in town due to the noise.

[mingoyeob-archive]

stick me | knj x reader

genre ⇾ fluff, college au!, ta x student

rating ⇾ pg13

warnings ⇾ n/a

word count ⇾ 3.2k

authors note ⇾ i had a crush on my math ta in freshman year of uni and i used to put little stickers on my hw cause i thought it would get his attention and i thought this would be a great fluffy nerd! namjoon fic so this is what came from that :)

your friends thought you were crazy.

and not that you cared, but you did have to admit that their never ending teasing was getting pretty annoying. there were countless times where you had been the subject of their jokes during study sessions and you were starting to get tired of it. personally you didn’t think what you did was too weird, at least you hoped not. it was just a way to spice up the blank corners of lined paper - give him a break from staring at your chicken scratch of numbers that seemed to go on for pages at a time.

well perhaps that wasn’t completely the truth, but it certainly wasn’t a total lie either. yes, you did want to make your papers look more appealing. you were an absolute sucker for aesthetically pleasing note taking after all. but the real reason (not that you would admit this to your friends) was because you were also a sucker for your math TA namjoon; a math major in graduate school who was blind as a bat but could still solve the most difficult of problems (ones that you could never even think of comprehending) with his eyes closed.

when you first saw him, nestled in the corner of the large auditorium as far away from the center of the room as possible, you thought he was a little weird. his hair was a mess, practically a birds nest made out of what looked like fried blonde hair. his sweater vest was two sizes too big and his pants were close to being capris, way too short for his long expanse of legs. but your first impression was quickly overshadowed by his redemption arc which consisted of your first time watching him teach during recitation. yes namjoon was a complete nerd and simultaneously a complete klutz that no one would bat an eye at. but, in front of the board, he was probably the hottest thing you had ever seen.

it wasn’t surprising, after all, he was a math major. of course he would know what he was talking about. but something about having a problem in front of him and a piece of chalk in his hand had him gaining the confidence that wasn’t usually there. and it made him look undeniably sexy. the determination and concentration he held in his face while coming up with solutions for the class would have you swooning in your seat. it didn’t matter that he wasn’t as cool as some of the previous guys you dated, but at least he wasn’t nearly as dumb. something that had driven you to break up with most of those guys anyway.

“ms. y/n…” a hand waving in front of your face had you snapping out of your internal monologue. your eyes followed the hands long digits up to the person they were attached to, meeting charming brown eyes that lay behind a circular pair of glasses. namjoon “…your homework please?”

“right…right! my homework! i have it right here!” you stumble out, the nervous laughter coming from your mouth a reflex at this point. you could never be cool and collected around him. at least not now that you had this stupid school girl crush. you cheered in your head when your hand finally grasped on to the crumpled pieces of paper that lay at the bottom of your bag, pulling them out and roughly shoving them in his direction. “uh- here you go mr. kim…”

“ah, ms. y/n, how many times do i have to tell you,“ he says flashing you a small smile and dimples popping on the apples of his cheeks. those stupid dimples will be the death of me. ”you can just call me namjoon.”

“but that’s hardly fair, you call me ms. y/n.” you huff, a pout settling on your lips.’

he gave a small hum of amusement and shook his head, messy blonde hair sweeping over his forehead and rocking on the heels of his feet. “well that’s because i refer to all my students that way and i can’t go giving you special treatment.”

his words stung a little. you did always seem to forget that you were just a student to him. but before you could respond he waved your homework in the air in acknowledgement

“i’ll have this back to you by next week!” he said before climbing the stairs up to the row behind you, collecting the rest of everyone’s homework.

you couldn’t help but sigh in defeat. another failed attempt in getting him to see you as something more than a knucklehead who couldn’t handle math. but it’s not like you didn’t try. you tried a lot of things to catch his eye, but they all just ended up failing or making him chuckle as if you were some little kid jumping around trying to impress their teacher.

your most recent attempt (the ones your friends had taken up teasing you about) consisted of stamping cute little stickers that reminded you of namjoon on the corners of your homework.

and it had already been half a semester of this routine but so far you weren’t getting any results. everytime you would hand in your homework, eyes gazing expectedly up at him over your lashes and waiting for his reaction, you would be greeted by his usual smile that he gave to the rest of your class. sometimes you would catch his eyes flying down to the paper and your heart would stir with hope, only for him to thank you before moving on to collect someone else’s. and every time you would just sigh and pout as if someone had stolen your favorite toy. your friends found it hilarious - you not so much.

“y/n i don’t think the stickers are working.” sana, one of your closest friends at uni, couldn’t stop herself from pushing your buttons, teasing you as you two walked out of the class. it only served to dampen your mood even further.

“well how do we know for sure. he could simply just lack the proper vocabulary required to describe how awesome my stickers are.” you say, lips setting in a pout once again. you knew you sounded ridiculous but you couldn’t have her thinking she was right. sana just stared at you blankly waiting for you to say sike but you just continued to avoid her gaze in effort to escape her ridicule as you continued your trek across campus to your dorms.

“….yeah i’m sure that’s what it is.” she said with a laugh that didn’t exactly convince you that she believed your story.

“i don’t see you coming up with any ideas sana.” you say stretching the syllables behind her name as you shook your head at her mockingly. “plus why should i listen to you? you still haven’t made a move on that TA taehyung and he’s been helping you with bio all semester.”

you could tell your words had her flustered and you watched as her face began to flush and she huffed, “hey! that is completely unrelated and we are talking about you right now!”

her effort to avoid the subject of taehyung was comical. of course she would try to stop you from bringing him up, she was still in denial about her crush on the man. you didn’t know why, it was completely obvious - to everyone but taehyung of course. he was just as oblivious as her.

“honestly y/n, you need to either talk to namjoon or get a job!” she yelled, obviously fed up with you now as her pace quickened and she shouted over her shoulder. “because i’m not giving you anymore money for those stupid stickers!”

you didn’t have time to send her a snarky reply before she zoomed ahead of you, too far to hear you mumbling under your breath, “my stickers are not stupid.”

the next week passed by pretty slowly. you were swamped with the outrageous amounts of coursework, projects, and essays that you had due and were busy almost everyday. but miraculously you still found time to pop by the local bookstore on campus and pick up a new pack of stickers. you liked this particular store because they seemed to have a whole section full of note taking supplies, colored pages and - of course - an amazing selection of stickers. there were so many options that you were able to come back almost every week this semester and pick out new ones without ever having to repeat them. hmm so many to choose from you thought to yourself.

“but which one screams namjoon, notice me senpai!” you jokingly whisper out loud to yourself, giggling at your own sense of humor.

“uh did you just call me senpai?”

the sound of a deep voice coming from around the corner had your heart leaping out of your chest. you practically almost knocked the entire stand over, but that was nothing compared to the heart attack you had when you saw namjoon peek his blonde head from around the shelf. fuck, please tell me he didnt hear that you think, terrified by the idea.

before he could see your shock you decide to play it off with a nervous chuckle, fiddling nervously with the pack of stickers you held behind your back, hoping that he didn’t notice how awkward you seemed, “namjoon! umm…what are you doing here?!”

“i’m looking for books…i mean this is a bookstore isn’t it?” he said sarcastically and shot you a worried look. his sarcasm had you letting out an anxious laugh that even namjoon could tell was fake. he just raised his eyebrow and tilted the corner of his lips up into a small smile. you saw his eyes flick briefly to your hands that hid behind you and his finger lifted to point at whatever he knew you were holding.

“whatcha got there?” he asked and judging by his tone you knew there was no point in trying to save your dignity. he had caught you red handed. so, nonchalantly, you pulled out the pack of laminated stickers you were holding and looked at them, trying to make it seem like they weren’t that much of a big deal.

“oh these? they’re just stupid stickers.” you say and wave off his question. the sound of sana’s comment last week flashed briefly through your head. hopefully she wasn’t hiding behind any corners and didn’t overhear you or you would never hear the end of it.

namjoon let’s out a small sound of recognition “oh so this is where you get them from. i was wondering where you found so many so quickly.”

his words made your brows raise. he noticed my stickers? “wait- you pay attention to those? they’re not just invisible to you? you don’t have some never before seen disease that makes you blind to stickers?”

namjoon just let out a deep laugh and stepped closer to you, revealing his entire body from around the corner. to say you were surprised by his attire was understatement. gone were the ugly plaid vests and uptight too small slacks. instead they were replaced by comfortable black cotton pants and a loose fitting tee. on his feet, instead of his torn and ragged dress shoes he wore a pair of converse. and is that jacket gucci? no way a TA salary paid that much. maybe he sold drugs? it’s always the smart guys you gotta keep an eye out for.

“of course i noticed them! how could i not? there’s so many i can hardly see the answers to the problems.” namjoon chuckles, deep and warm as if telling some type of inside joke.

but the way he causally acknowledged the fact that he noticed your stickers and never said anything about them had already pissed you off. he must’ve not noticed your souring mood and continued on, “they’re really cute! my little cousins like this kind of stuff.”

oh now you were definitely pissed off. cute? he think they’re cute?! and not even cute as in a “you’re cute and i really wanna kiss you” type of way but cute as in “that’s a cute baby you got there”.

you could feel your eye starting to twitch and if namjoon picked up on the rage radiating from you he didn’t acknowledge it. instead he merely plucked the laminated sheet of shiny fruit drawings from your hand, smiling and nodding his head in approval before continuing to shove his own foot in his mouth, “haha nice you know-”

“if you saw my stickers, why didn’t you say anything?!” you seethe, interrupting whatever train of thought he was about to venture down. you tried to keep the emotion from seeping into your voice but you weren’t doing a good job judging by the way namjoon flinched and looked at you in confusion.

“uuuh….” namjoon mutters, confused eyes flicking around the room nervously, “…was… i supposed to say something?”

his question almost makes you want to rip your hair out. of course you wanted him to say something, why else would you spend time meticulously placing heart eyes and lovey dovey stickers all over your homework when the only two people who ever saw it were you and him. did you have to spell it out for him?!

“well hmm i don’t know, how about cool stickers y/n or these look nice?!” you yell. at this point namjoon was staring at you with wide eyes full of shock. he didn’t really know what was going on right now - perhaps he had caught you at a bad time? the obvious look of confusion on his face was starting to make you feel bad for blowing up at him, tone lowering back down to normal, “you could’ve at least asked why i was putting them there…”

namjoon just waited for you to continue, afraid that if he spoke too soon he would anger you again. when he saw you just stare at the floor he assumed you were finished and continued, “well then…why were you putting them there?”

even though you were expecting the question it still had you hesitating. you had backed yourself into a corner - putting your foot into your big mouth this time and now it was too late to back out and you had to see it through. better late than never you supposed. the pause that sat in the air while namjoon waited for you to respond was tense and he watched as you fidgeted with the zipper of your jacket and bit anxiously at your lip.

“i mean…well i guess that..perhaps i may have…”  you mumble, stumbling over your words. deep breaths y/n you got this  “…i have a bit of a crush on you…”

the silence between you two as you stood in the middle of the aisle was awkward to say the least. you were too afraid to look up and see the reaction to his statement so instead you just huffed as you mumbled embarrassingly, “yeah i knew this was a bad idea, just pretend i never said anything.”

and before he could reply you quickly turned around, placed the stickers hastily back on the rack and walked off. “i’ll just see you in class mr. kim…” you said over your shoulder, still not even bothering to spare him a glance. but perhaps if you had you would’ve seen the slight blush that had settled on namjoons cheeks and the sweet smile nestled on his lips as he gazed after you.

that night, when you had returned to your room, you had completely avoided your roommate, ignoring her complaints when you had slammed the door behind you. you couldn’t even find the effort to finish studying for your exams and just opted for laying in bed and wallowing in your own self pity. you had a half a mind to just skip your math recitation but you felt like somehow that would make it worse and you didn’t want namjoon to feel like you were avoiding him, even though that’s exactly what you had planned to do.

but it wasn’t as easy as you hoped it would be and sitting in the auditorium, listening to the ticking clock ring through the room almost excruciatingly. you tried to drown out namjoons voice while he walked the class through the solution to a particularly hard homework problem, but you were struggling in this class enough as it is and knew you couldn't afford to ignore him. to make matters worse it seemed like he was purposely calling on you to answer questions.

“ms. y/n, what do you think the next step to solving this equation would be?” namjoon says, calling on you for what seemed like the hundredth time today.

you just sigh and shake your head, not even sure what was going on with the numbers he was writing on the board, “umm you divide by x and then cancel out? sorry i’m not- i’m not really sure.”

namjoon just looked at you, unsatisfied with your answer and eyebrows raised in question before moving on. sana sent you a look of pity from her spot next to you, knowing that you were already having a terrible day as it is. thankfully the class didn’t go on for much longer and as it reached its end you became anxious to escape the stuffy room. but before recitation could finish, namjoon still had to hand out the graded homework from the previous week. you internally cringed as you remembered that you had decorated that one with stickers as well and wanted to die from embarrassment, knowing that he would have had to see them after yesterday’s confession in the store.

when you noticed namjoon approaching your seat you tried your best to avoid his eyes, opting to keep your head down. but fortunately namjoon didn’t try and say anything this time, just placing your homework in front of you and moving on to the next person. you had every intention to just shove the paper in your bag, but sanas exclamation caught your attention before you could.

“y/n what is that…?” she questions, pointing down to your paper.

you furrowed your brows and looked down, confused to what she was talking about. but when your eyes finally caught a glimpse of the looseleaf, it had your own eyes opening in shock. your head snapped in namjoons direction at the top of stairs and you tilted your head in confusion as you felt your face flush with heat. namjoon just flashed you a shy dimpled smile before biting his lip anxiously, nervously waiting for something. you responded to his questioning gaze with a nod, finally sending him a smile in return before turning back to your homework in front of you. this time the stickers on the paper didn’t just belong to you and the art had your heart skipping a beat, eyes gazing at it as if trying to burn the words into your memory and reading them over and over again.

”will you go out with me?”

sana sucked her teeth, “the stickers are still stupid,” she huffed and crossed her arms before peering at you from the corner of her eye suspiciously, “….but hypothetically, would you ever let me borrow some for my bio homework?”

[one-time-i-dreamt]

The Catholic Church said the children of Cain didn't get to marry and/or have children, no matter how much they tried, I asked how are you supposed to know if you are a child of Cain and a horrible creature (it was a floating head of an old man covered in small white balls, including its tongue) began to explain me, I thought that since my sister is married and with a child then I too can marry and have children so I had nothing to worry about but the doubt was there because apparently that didn't really matter that much, then I realized that the creature explaining to me was Cain himself. In that moment I appeared on the top of a grille that covered the surrounding of a three story building, it was white. That building was at the beach, the ocean was only like fifty centimeters away from the building. I had something tied to me from my waist, like when you have a hoodie, the thing was leopard skin-like including the tail or something that look liked it. On the second story there was a leopard (I've never seen one irl but he was very big, like 5 or 6 meters long), he was trying to eat me, looking at me from the balcony that was blocked with the same grille I was standing on so I tried to hide the “leopard skin” from him so he couldn't see me (now that I think about it he would be able to smell me but whatever). Attached to the building there was something like a farm with chickens, turkeys and other birds and animals, one of the birds was green and big and could fly, it was bothering the other animals, the grille also surrounded that place which only had three sides: the one next to the building I was at, one that continued from the grid I was standing on and another from the other side of the building, that grid was longer, forming a nice triangle. Some people, I don't know who they were, sent help to rescue me from the leopard and from the place I was because if I fell I could be seriously injured. I think those people thought I was Lady Di. A white helicopter was coming to me, the building looked the same but somehow it was taller, the helicopter had three levels too and had stickers of the Virgin of Guadalupe (but this one was dressed in red) and other things. But when they got closer I noticed an axolotl was coming from the same place the leopard was (so I thought it wasn't a leopard but a jaguar, but I searched pictures and it was definitely a leopard), the axolotl moved like a lizard and was trying to touch me so I don't know how but I was able to go to the corner of the farm by the grid and then I went down to the beach. As I was doing that, Cain (I couldn't see it) started yelling that I had the right to regenerate because I was a child of his, so the axolotl needed to touch me so I could live forever as he (Cain) does but as I reached the beach I started running back to the building, I knew Cain didn't want me to live forever but to kill me or that if he indeed wanted me to live forever it was going to turn me into a monster. In the building, which had no windows and the only light was coming from the entrances of the hallway which had many turns, there were big bowls with seeds, herbs and spices on the floor, I ran trying not to touch them so they could still use them but no matter how cautious I was the bowls still jumped, tossing everything. Cain was still yelling at me, chasing me and so was the axolotl, telling me how it was going to make me better and I told him while running that I didn't want to regenerate or live forever, that humans don't want that, we want to die, that we are different from them (the evil creatures) and I started to cry while running and arguing why we don't want that. Then I woke up and cried for a bit, desperate.

[kirishimaswife2819]

Them Playing Minecraft Survival With Their S/o || Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Kaminari

Masterlist

Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader, and Denki Kaminari x Reader

Summary: What it’s like playing Minecraft survival with the boys

Word Count: 1.4k

A/n: So, I do this weird thing where I’m obsessed with Minecraft for like a week, and don’t stop playing it, then I forget it exists for like anywhere from 1-3 months, then remember it exists and the cycle just goes on like that. And I remembered Minecraft existed earlier today, and I decided to write this. Anyway, I’ll try to get some requests uploaded tomorrow, but I’ll have to see if I’m in the mood to write them or not. Anyway, I hope you all have a great day/night! -Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

He’s very peaceful when he’s playing Minecraft

He’s not in any rush to get to the end and spends a fair amount of time working on building farms for various animals and food

When you guys play together, you do pretty much everything together and don’t leave each other’s sides for the whole game

You guys also share all your resources, and split the stuff up evenly between the two of you

When y’all go caving, you each might split up for a few minutes to go into different parts of the cave and find different things, but he’d rather not stay apart for too much longer

He’s literally so calm and doesn’t generally get too mad when he dies

It’s literally impossible for him to not tame any pet he finds, you probably have a countless amount of dogs, cats, and birds, yet every time he sees an untamed one, he’ll be like, “Hey, Y/n. Do you have any bones/fish/seeds?”

“Izuku, you have like fifty at home. No.”

If you refuse to give him some then he goes out and finds it on his own and comes back for the animal, so there’s no escaping it

He’s not really focused on beating the Ender Dragon, he only really remembers that’s what he supposed to be doing when he gets bored

It probably takes y’all like nine months til you finally get around to beating the Ender Dragon, and you play for like four hours every two days or so, since you have school work to focus on as well

Katsuki Bakugou:

Warning, he blows your shit up when he gets bored, so make sure he doesn’t get bored while your playing together

He’ll share a house with you and the same storage area, but what he finds is his and what you find is yours, unless you both agree to share it

He focuses on actually beating the game, for the most part, but occasionally he likes fucking around and doing random stuff

Katsuki sucks at building, since he’s more focused on the actual game than making anything look nice (he also can’t build to save his life, but if you asked why he’s so bad at it, he would use the excuse that I just mentioned)

Doesn’t waste his time on taming animals, except for wolves

He gets two wolves, breeds them, and then makes an entire army

If you piss him off bad enough, he will not hesitate to make them all stand, before hitting you, so that they all attack you

He doesn’t play too often, since “school work is more important”, but you probably play, at the minimum, once a week, but most of the time you play twice a week

You would probably end up beating the game, after a few months, but it honestly depends on how often Katsuki decides to blow up your stuff, or just blow up stuff in general

Eijiro Kirishima:

He likes to try and build and make your world look nice, but he really sucks at it, but don’t tell him that or he might get upset. You called something he built ‘weird’ once and he took it personally, and didn’t want to play the game anymore

He’s always sort of got the goal of beating the Ender Dragon in the back of his mind, but he mostly just focuses on building and having a good time

He only has about one, at most two, of each pet, but he gets emotionally attached to them and if one of them dies, he will probably cry, and he also insists on hosting a whole funeral and building a grave for it (honestly, I would do that too, so I can’t blame him)

He also will give you all of his resources, without you asking, and you’ll be like, “Kiri, why don’t you have any armor” and he’s like, “Oh, I gave you all my iron. It’s fine though! Don’t give it back, I can live without armor!”

Then y’all get an aggressive war of passing back the iron between the two of you, until you get sick of it and just take the iron (but you sneak on his phone/computer after he goes to do something and you make him armor and put it on him)

This man protects you with his life, like you’ll be fighting like one skeleton and he’ll be all dramatic and try to protect you

It’ll probably take like a year or longer to beat the game when you’re playing with Kirishima, because he likes to, not necessarily mess around, but he likes to waste time on building useless stuff and playing with your animals and all of that

You two play almost every day for at least an hour, unless you have the day off, then you play longer

He really enjoys playing with you while your cuddling, and it’s one of his favorite things to do

Shoto Todoroki:

He had never played Minecraft but then he saw Kaminari playing it and asked him what he was doing, and then after Kaminari explained the game to him, he went to you and asked you if you’ve played it before and if it was fun

He has no idea what he’s doing, so he follows you around the whole time, as you try to teach him how to play the game

You’re going to have to teach him literally how to do everything, even if it’s simple, he lacks common sense when it comes to these kinds of games

He is the most gullible person too, like if you tell him a certain something about the game, that very obviously isn’t true, he will believe you

Once he gets a hang of the game, he still chooses to follow you around, and if he doesn’t he’ll ask you what you want him to do while you’re off doing something

He doesn’t tame any animals, because he doesn’t really see the point in it

You always have to tell him what he should do, if you don’t then he’ll sit there and just wait for you to tell him to do something

Shoto actually has a lot of fun playing the game, since he’s never played any video games before and as much as he just sits around doing nothing except staring at your screen and waiting for you to tell him what to do, he still manages to have a good time

How long it takes you to beat the game, is solely based on on your pace and your pace alone, since Shoto will just go along with whatever your doing

You two don’t play often, just whenever you two get bored and want to play something together

Denki Kaminari:

Depending on the day, he’s either really focused on actually playing the game, or he’s fucking around the whole entire time

Most of the time it’s the latter though

This man made an entire army of chickens and a very poorly built castle for them as well

He doesn’t tame too many animals, maybe a few of each, but that’s about it

He’s not a big fan of building, unless it’s to do something stupid with the building (e.g. the castle for the chickens)

Freaks out at the sight of any monsters, even though he has no problem killing them

Denki has a tendency to rage when he dies, but it’s never too bad

You guys share all of your resources, and if you try to not share with him, he will bug you until you do (he’s totally willing to share his with you too, though)

He thinks its funny to hide the item you’re looking for in a chest (if it’s like string or something that’s common and easy to get), so you’ll go out and get some, only to come back and find the item you were looking for in the same chest you were looking in before

Plays Minecraft at least two hours a day, but most of the time longer than that

Sometimes he even tries to sneak and play it during class, but the teacher always catches him within like two minutes because he talks to himself when he plays

If I’m being completely honest with you, you and Denki probably never make it to the end of the game because you’re too busy messing around, but both of you are perfectly fine with that

[sasutiddy]

Ok more hokage's househusband Sasuke because i have brainrot and this AU has become a lot more than expected

Sasuke and Naruto elope right after the war, half because they just realized that they are crazy in love and half because Naruto really doesn't want Sasuke to go to jail, and mayhaps being the husband of a war hero will cut him some slack

So Yeah, they are the first of their generation getting married but they do so with only a few people present (team taka, team 7, and Iruka) right after Sakura estabilizes them, so IMAGINE everyones surprise when they come back attached by the hip and being lovey dovey

Tsunade sees that shit and goes binge drinking immediately because if she, at any moment, was doubting passing the hat to Kakashi, now she was sure SURE

They go back to Konoha alright, but the second Sasuke steps inside village territory he is forbidden from getting out until he "proves himself" to the elders, he hears that shit and immediately decides that he is going to be a bitch about this

After some fighting he gets the Uchiha compound land back with Kakashi's help and starts renovating babyy, and out of pettiness he doesn't let anyone else live in there outside of him and Naruto, the whole thing is mostly a fully planned giant forest/garden around a big house, also he puts a big ass wall around the whole thing, the elders are, of course, furious

After some months in, Sasuke kinda settles in his new Konoha life, since he already kinda decided that he'll just wait to get permission to go out of the village from Naruto when he ends up being Hokage, he decides that in the meantime he might as well learn a thing or two about caring for their house and pets and things like that (also, how to take care of the growing collection of house plants that Naruto is buying)

And with that, Sasuke starts....taking care of the house when Naruto is away, a thing that happens a bit more often when Naruto starts his Hokage training; (it's kinda earlier than expected, but Kakashi really knows that with Naruto, he'll have to pass down so much because that boy has so many gaps in knowledge) so, Sasuke learns how to cook well, specially the recipes from his mom's cookbook, learns how hard it is to clean a house, (he regrets building it so big in his lazier days) and overall learns how nice and fulfilled he actually feels while caring for his new home with the man he loves

Naruto and Sasuke quickly become pet fanatics; Sasuke starts the whole thing with falcons, but then after that he just gets a bird obssession, at one point he buys chickens, he raises chickens and he's very happy with that, Naruto, on the other hand, gets kinda crazy when he realizes he can have frogs, and fish and things like that!!! The pounds around the forest are full of frogs and pretty koi fish

Once Naruto becomes Hokage Sasuke gets his "can get out of Konoha" free card, but he mostly doesn't use it: like yeah, he goes out to see team Taka for a bit and see if he can bring them back with him (they didn't go after the war because they were kinda afraid of being locked up) and when he does finally convince them they kinda take a few weeks to just hang out and chill together, after that he takes some vacations and sometimes accompanies Naruto when he goes to other villages, but he does not go on missions and a fuckton of people are very mad at him for it

When they get kids (and they get kids of course) Sasuke is, of course, the stay at home parent, and he is an INVOLVED one at that, he is there and present at EVERYTHING, and even if both him and Naruto discovered that Naruto can be a bit of a workaholic, he gets his husband in line to be just as present in their kids lifes (he sometimes has to remind himself with how little affection Naruto can run with, and how he seems to think it's the same for everybody else, it takes a while, but they kinda fix it little by little)

Once the kids are at the academy Sasuke and Shino start a very...weird friendship, they always look like they are plotting murder when they are just talking abt which bugs would work the best in pollinating Sasuke's new flower garden or whatever

The few times a year Sasuke and Shikamaru have to see eachother are everyone's else's hell, the entire village always seems to forget how much those two like to inconvenience and bother eachother when they are in proximity, Naruto and Temari say it's because of how long they spend apart: Suna and Konoha are far away and being ambassador and literal desert princess is enough for Shikamaru and Temari to not come to visit that often, and time makes people forget how bad Sasuke and Shikamaru can get

Chunnin exams with Sasuke screaming at the top of his lungs for his kid to obliterate everyone, Naruto almost does the same but is stopped by Sakura every time before he starts a war or something

Sasuke drives people in the Hokage tower CRAZY at least twice a week, he brings Naruto lunch and they always end up making out in the office or smt like that, more than one person has entered the place just to find them in compromising situations, Sakura constantly reminds them that the place is full of windows and it's easy as shit to see them

They are disgustingly in love, and happy, and everyday Naruto gets home and says "I'm home!" and Sasuke responds "Welcome home" with a soft smile on his lips and they have a quick kiss before Naruto goes to talk with the kids, and after that, when Sasuke is all done with his chores and things like that, they'll sit in the front porch side by side, holding hands, and watch the kids run around and play or train around the forest, Naruto will talk abt his day and ask Sasuke about his, and they'll be the most fulfilled they've ever been in their entire lives

[devildomimagines]

Hi! If that's okay could i request the brothers or the undateables (Luke included but platonic) with a MC who has a pet parrot? Their parrot is super cuddly and is on their shoulder or near them 24/7 and everyone think he's adorable but he's actually a spoiled little shit who will not hesitate to screech if he's not being held and paid attention to (he also does that annoying thing where parrots throw things off the table and when you put It on the table again they throw it again just to piss you off-) like, even if MC payes 0,01 seconds of attention to them he's screeching bsosh-

Anyways, look at the gremlin who inspired this request

He's a bastard birb but i love him anyway😫💞 (fun fact i stopped cuddling him to type and this dude started chewing on my phone case-)

Awww! How cute!!! I wish I could draw too because the idea of MC with a bird buddy is so fricking adorable!

Thank you for requesting and for your patience while I worked on this. Also thanks for the picture of your bird because I love him! 10/10 would spoil.

Belphegor

He squinted at the parrot, the screeching was interrupting his nap.

“MC,” he whined, “get it to stop.”

“Sorry, he’s just so clingy, I stopped petting him for just a second.”

Belphie pouted as your concentration moved from rubbing his back to playing with the bird.

He pulled at your sleeve and placed it on his head, “You have two hands.”

You sighed, how would you ever get anything done like this? 

Beelzebub

At first, he mainly only sees the parrot as something similar to chicken.

Once you explain that it’s a friend, not food, Beel was worried that he’d hurt the small creature so he just tended to avoid it altogether.

He’d watch quietly as you played or took general care of the cage.

One time, he happened to be eating a banana and your parrot hopped over to him asking, “Treat?”

Beel’s eyes opened wide and looked over at you, his face asking if it was ok?

“Yeah! He loves bananas!” You confirmed and watched as Beel sweetly offered his banana to the bird to take a nibble.

Asmodeus

Unfortunately the first experience Asmo had with your parrot was when it pooped on him. He was not a fan.

The next unfortunate misunderstanding was when the parrot chased him, naturally he ran, not wanting to be pooped on again and that only added to the chase.

“Asmo, you have to stop running, he thinks you’re playing!”

“But MC! He’ll do unspeakable things to me!” Asmo was close to tears.

“Ok, ok, come here,” You opened your arms and he dived towards you. Swiftly you caught Asmo in a hug and the parrot swooped in and landed on your shoulder.

The pair came face to face as Asmo peeked a look, “Pretty boy!” the parrot squawked. When Asmo’s face softened, you didn’t have the heart to tell him that was something you told your pet and not something the parrot was noting of Asmo.

Satan

Originally intrigued by the little guy.

He was somewhat familiar with the behaviors of cats but he didn’t know much about birds

You’re excited to share all the tricks and phrases you’ve taught your bird buddy as Satan takes notes.

Satan has a lot of questions and you answer the best you can but you’re no expert so you promise to get a bird book for him.

With a scratch of his chin, he asks, “And why is he so attached to you?”

You laugh, “I’m assuming it’s because he loves me but it’s probably because I’m the one who gives him treats.”

Leviathan

He didn’t have a strong feeling towards the bird one way or the other at first.

When the bird picks up the intro tune to one of his animes, his interest starts to grow.

He thought it was cute and happened to catch it on video one day. When he posted it online, it blew up.

Levi tried to teach your parrot other tunes but lost interest when there wasn’t an immediate turn around.

The first time he saw the happy dancing of your parrot, his interest was back lol.

He can be caught bopping along with your parrot if there was ever a time they were left alone together.

Mammon

I feel like he would dislike the bird (mainly for drawing your attention away from him) but the bird actually really likes playing with him.

Mammon always has something interesting to the bird whether it’s his feather keychain or his glasses or some shiny trinket.

Your parrot likes tapping the side of Mammon’s glasses to get his attention.

He’s pretty good at handling the bird and when asked he admits to taking care of a crow without Lucifer’s knowledge so that stays between the two of you.

He definitely talks to the parrot like any other being, “Oy!” He points an accusatory finger at your parrot, “Knock it off with the nipping!” and thus the parrot takes a nibble at his finger.

Although he talks a big game, he secretly loves that you two can be bird parents together.

Lucifer

His pride takes a hit that he, the right-hand to the crown prince of Devildom, has to compete for your attention with a parrot.

Oh the withering looks he gives as your pet screeches for your care.

He does know a thing or two about wing care though. XD

He also knows exactly the right spots for scritches near and on the wings and your parrot is putty in his hands, that boosts his previously wounded pride just a bit.

I think he would secretly spoil your parrot as an extension of spoiling you. 

Deep down he’s a big softie for animals so extra toys and treats find their way into the house.

Luke

Luke liked the bird initially until it screeched at him.

From then on he was kind of scared even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

It’d take a lot of coaxing to get him to pet your parrot but I think you could convince him eventually.

He enjoys how you gush about all the things your pet can do and so he starts to warm back up.

Slowly he gets back to being comfortable and the next time there is an unexpected screech, he’s better prepared.

He starts watching parrot videos online and looking up treats he could make that were safe for parrots.

Solomon

I feel like he knows some things about birds but isn’t particularly fond of animals in general, not that he hates them but doesn’t really get the hype.

You with a parrot on your shoulder is pretty cute though.

Solomon smiles as you play with the parrot, the two of you bouncing. He’ll sneak a picture, just for him.

If you ask him, he’ll play along too.

Through watching you care for your bird, he’ll start to understand the bond between pets and their owners.

Eventually does get interested in the diet of your pet but you assure many times that it’s being taken care of and that he doesn’t need to concern himself with it on top of his studies.

Simeon

Secretly loves birds but he couldn’t keep one as a pet in the celestial realm.

Absolutely beams the first time your parrot hops over to him to investigate.

Giggles when his hair gets pulled for attention but lovingly pets the tiny bird head.

Even with his limited technological knowledge, he takes a lot of pictures. He wants to be able to remember this time when he goes back.

He would absolutely relish the opportunity to take care of your parrot if there was ever a need and I’d trust him to do a good job. 

Offers to help take care of anything related to the bird for you definitely not to act like it’s his pet for a short amount of time.

Barbatos

He’s hard to impress but appreciates the refreshing sight of you smiling at your pet.

Barbatos is pretty knowledgeable so he knows what foods are ok to give to your parrot so he always has them on hand when you come around.

He smiles at you as your attention is on scolding the bird for biting at Barbatos. He wasn’t hurt, but he appreciates your concern.

You get a chuckle out of him when he catches you and the parrot in a game of chase.

Once the bird warms up to Barbatos, he chirps at Barbatos to get the treats he’s learned Barbatos usually has.

May make a toy for the bird, and even if your pet is typically picky about toys, he loves this handmade one.

Diavolo

He’s obsessed. He loves animals and he loves you so it’s all heart eyes for him.

He has Barbatos prepare treats for you and your parrot when you come to visit.

Adores your demonstration of tricks and claps at the end.

He asks if he can hold or pet your bird and of course you say yes. Your parrot’s reaction was to bite at the unknown fingers and Diavolo just laughs.

“He’s spunky, I like it!” 

For sure gets toys to try out for each time you visit and whether your parrot plays with the toys or not, he just enjoys the time spent with you two.

[yelena-bellova]

Fault Line: Steve Rogers x F!Enhanced!Reader - Chapter Six

chapter five - Chapter Six: Let's Start The New Year Right - chapter seven

Masterlist

Plot: Y/n and Steve run into some trouble before heading to New York for Tony Stark's New Year's Eve party.

Warnings: language, gunfire, violence, near-death experiences, hospital setting

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Surprise! I didn't think I'd have this chapter done as quick as I did but it really wrote itself. As romantic as Christmas can be, I've always thought New Year's is a better setting for romance. And the title is taken from a really cute Bing Crosby song called 'Let's Start The New Year Right.' Hope you enjoy!

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December 30th, 2012 // THREE MONTHS LATER

Say what you would about D.C in the winter, but nobody could deny how gorgeous it looked with a blanket of snow covering the city.

Christmas had come and gone, I’d spent it celebrating with Nat and Steve since we were all on our own. I’d promised Steve that I would try to cook a semi-traditional meal, partially because I felt like he’d enjoy some tradition and also just because I wanted to prove to myself I could do it. What followed my ill-thought out promise was what the fire department called-

“‘A crime to turkeys everywhere.’” “Oh, wipe that smirk off your face,” I seethed with a contradictory smile as I slapped Steve’s arm, “The whole reason I tried to cook that stupid bird was for you, ingrate.” “And I’m honored, but you also tried because you can’t back down from a challenge,” he replied, offering me his arm as we walked near a patch of ice, “Even though no one was challenging you.” “Ina Garten was,” I insisted, wrapping an arm and hand around Steve’s extended arm and rolling my eyes, “‘Advanced cooks.’ Like she can determine who qualifies as an ‘advanced cook.’”

“Well, I think it was proven that you don’t count as one of them,” Steve resumed his smirking, earning himself another slap to the arm.

The two of us were bundled up from head to toe, walking to the dry cleaners. We were picking up Steve’s tuxedo that he’d be wearing to Tony’s New Year’s Eve party. It was well known that Tony’s parties were legendary but based on private discussion, I knew that Pepper had had a big hand in planning this year’s. Which meant it was going to be a classier affair than if Tony had been handling it by himself.

Since running into each other back in September, Steve and I had been practically attached at the hip. We worked well out in the field and off it. We were often partnered on missions, the two of us and Natasha typically trading off with each other. We’d been across the globe already together in just a few short months with missions spanning everywhere from Bangkok to Boston. Fighting alongside one another was a dance that we had perfectly choreographed after a while, bouncing off of one another in battle and successfully taking out whoever was in our path.

When we were home, we were just as solid of a team. Together, we’d made quite the list of things Steve needed to catch up on. I’d introduced him to countless movies and tv shows, his favorites having been Indiana Jones and I Love Lucy, and had enjoyed showing him each one. The food was what was most fun though. Pizza rolls, cronuts and Pop-Tarts had ended up being some of his favorites and the ultra sweet frappachino being his least. Though the last one had been more for me just so I could see his face upon tasting so much sugar…

I really couldn’t have asked for much more. There was a contentment that came with being friends with Steve Rogers. It was the type of peacefulness where even if the sky came falling down, a la Chicken Little, you wouldn’t freak out because you had him next to you. It was new and scary for someone like me who had spent so long protecting themselves to let somebody in. But I’d given into Steve metaphorically and he hadn’t disappointed me.

“So Tony called and said he’s sending a jet to pick us and Nat up,” I relayed the information I’d gotten from our teammate earlier in the week. “Tony does remember you don’t need a jet, right?” Steve asked as we prepared to cross the street. “Yes, but a Stark Industries jet is going to be nice,” I replied, “And I am not missing out on that.” The cross walk sign had just changed from the red stop hand to the white walking figure when two nearby figures pulled out guns and began to fire them in the air. Everyone around us screamed and dropped to the ground. I instantly built a force field around Steve and I and anyone within ten feet of us. “What is it?” I asked, my voice steady as I switched gears into strategic mode.

“Two men,” Steve said, his super soldier vision making it easy on him to make out details I couldn’t, “Two weapons, they’re firing like guns but they look advanced.”

I turned to the panicked civilians under my protection, “As soon as I drop this, get as far away from here as possible, got it?”

There were fearful whimpers and sobs, but when I dropped the field they did exactly as I told them and ran. The two men let out another round of fire in the air and shouted something indistinct.

“Best option is containment,” I stated, ducking behind a parked car with Steve, “I can hold them for a few minutes. People are already calling 911 so you back me-“ “Hold on,” Steve held up a hand and carefully poked his head out from behind the car, “Look at their weaponry.” I followed Steve’s lead and carefully looked out from around the trunk, spotting the two men. Technically, they might have been handling guns but instead of firing bullets, a blue energy was being ejected from the chamber. “It almost looks like what the Chitauri were using back in New York. A modified version, anyway.” “We’ve gotta clear all civilians out,” Steve commented from my side, “I’ll take care of them if you can hold them long enough.” “I’ll be fine,” I said passively, watching the two men stalking towards nearby people threateningly, “Let’s move.” I telekinetically moved the two men together, roughly bumping the two of them against each other and creating a force field against them. Steve yelled to the crowd to evacuate the area immediately while I marched towards the men. “Where did you get those weapons?” I asked loudly as I came to face them. “I’m not telling you anything, bitch,” one of them seethed.

I shrugged, “That’s fine, I can wait.”

Without another word, I pulled two of the currents of the force field inside the bubble and wrapped them around the men’s wrists. Causing fairly intense shocks to hit their body, they both let out groans and yelps.

“I lied, I’m fairly impatient,” I retorted, hearing Steve still yelling for civilians to run, “Now where did you get those weapons?” One of them raised their gun and fired at the top of the force field. It caused the electric currents to crackle but not short out. If they kept firing, there was a good chance that they’d be able to fight their way out. This was no ordinary fight.

“Steve,” I yelled, “Call S.T.R.I.K.E team.” Obeying, Steve pulled out his cell phone and began the call. Holding the field with one hand, I extended the other and tried to telekinetically get the weapons out of the attacker’s hands. Doing both proved to be a challenge as I felt the force field began to drop against my will. I struggled to rebuild it around the men as I moved my fingers. Unfortunately, the men kept firing at the field until enough of it died for them to crawl out. I ceased trying to contain them and moved to start fighting them. They both fired their weapons, the blue energy shooting towards me as I ducked and sent electrical currents at them. I telekinetically pulled the guns out of their hands and slid them to the side. Steve jumped in then and began landing punches, eventually rendering the men unable to fight any longer.

“S.T.R.I.K.E’s on their way,” he said to me, pulling the two men up by the backs of their shirts as they groaned, “We need to get those weapons to them.” “On it,” I replied, already jogging over to where I’d placed the enhanced guns.

“HE’S GOT A BOMB!”

I whipped my head towards the cry and saw one of the men Steve had apprehended pull out a small grenade. The rest of the civilians scrambled away immediately. “Y/N!” Steve cried out, dropping his hold on the men and running towards me. When he reached me, I wrapped one arm around his neck and he took hold of my waist. We ran in sync and leapt over the railing that kept us separated from the Potomac. The bomb went off behind us just before Steve and I plunged into the ice cold waters.

Every nerve in my body screamed as the freezing waves engulfed me. Somewhere in the fall, I’d lost hold of Steve and was blindly feeling around for him. I swam to the top and took in a gasping breath. “Steve!”

I fought to keep my head above water as I searched for any sign of him. I cried his name continuously until eventually I dipped back under the water and swung my arms around hoping to grab hold of him. My body was beginning to lock up from the cold and exhaustion was setting in, the ice seeping into my veins and taking hold of me. Never mind the fact that my heavy coat was weighing me down and beginning to pull me under. “Steve,” I cried as my mouth barely stayed above the water.

“Y/n!”

Just as I heard him, I slipped back under, my hands desperately trying to reach him...

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“Y/n….Y/n….Y/n, wake up.” I woke with a startle, an oxygen mask over my mouth and beeping sounds filling my ears. After blinking a few times and adjusting to the lights, I made out Steve’s face hanging over mine.

“Ste-Steve.” “I’m here, I’m here,” he said softly, stroking a hand over my wet hair. Internally, I still felt cold but I could feel the heated air of the room against my skin.

I looked over to the nearest machine and saw that my oxygen levels were at a normal level which made me feel better about ripping the mask off of my face. “Where are we?”

“We’re back at the Triskelion,” Steve explained, taking one of my hands into his, “You passed out as soon as I got to you, S.T.R.I.K.E got there just in time. Rumlow and the team pulled us out and brought you here.” As my brain groggily came back online, I recognized I was in a bed in the medical center of the building. I tried to replay the chain of events that had led us here, but my head was still spinning. “What happened to those guys?” “They got away,” Steve answered, his tone still pillowy soft as he spoke to me, “But S.T.R.I.K.E was able to apprehend the weapons, they’re gonna send them down to research to see if they can figure out what they are, where they came from.”

My mind went down the list of questions to ask and mysteries to solve. If somebody gotten a hold of any Chitauri paraphernalia after New York, that meant that civilians were armed with intergalactic weaponry. That needed to be stopped immediately.

“Are you okay?” I asked, looking up to Steve and examining his face for any signs of pain. “I’m fine,” he answered, staring down at me with a soft smile, “You scared me half to death out there.” I pulled one corner of my chapped lips up, “You’re one to talk. When you went under and I couldn’t find you, I thought…” “What?”

Tension and emotion filled the air like a fog, consuming us both. Steve’s thumb stroked over my forehead, pushing a drying strand of hair off of it. Staring into his blue eyes was all it took to feel the fear again as if I was still thrashing in the waters trying to find him. “I thought I’d lost you,” my voice came through as a whisper.

Steve’s lips came together in a frown, squeezing my hand and transferring his warmth into my palm. The tenderness of the moment wrapped around Steve and I, enveloping us like a blanket. His hand still cradled my head and his other held onto mine as tight as he could without hurting me, like he was afraid I would slip away from him again. We held each other’s gaze with a fierceness, neither of us wanting to be the first to drop it. I had never been more afraid than when I thought I’d have to live in a world without Steve Rogers and I never wanted to feel that way again.

Steve traced my hairline, making an effort to smile for me. Sleep was starting to overtake me, but not before I heard Steve whisper, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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December 31st, 2012 // THE NEXT DAY

Stark Tower, which had been repaired for the most part, was alive and jumping. Tony, as usual, had spared no expense in his effort throw the most lavish New Year’s Eve party in the city.

I had gotten clearance from the S.H.I.E.LD medical staff to resume normal activity, so long as I took it easy. As it turned out, diving into an icy river took its toll on the body. Still a little chilled, I’d donned the gold, sparkling floor length gown I’d purchased for the occasion and boarded the Stark jet.

“You look good, Sparky,” Natasha said, coming to stand by me at the bar as I sipped on my drink.

I rolled my eyes at the nickname but gave my friend a once over, she looked more stunning than I could ever try to be. She’d paired a tight, jet black off the shoulder gown with a gold clutch, her red hair complimenting both shades and finished off with a dark red lipstick. She was seduction incarnate.

“Have you seen you?” I chortled, “If I were a guy, I’d have already asked you back to my room.”

Nat smiled and flagged down the bartender, whose jaw dropped at the sight of my beautiful friend, and ordered her drink. “How’re you feeling?” she asked.

“Like I’m almost back to a normal internal temperature,” I replied, “Steve stayed over at my place last night,” I scoffed at the suggestive glint in her eye, “Not like that. He wanted to make sure I was okay so he slept on the couch in case anything happened. He went to Target and bought all these space heaters and plugged them all into my room. Plus he had the main heater on,” I laughed at the memory that had been made earlier in the day, “When I got out of bed this morning, poor guy was pouring sweat even though he insisted he was fine.” When I realized that I was laughing and Nat wasn’t, I turned to her. She had that know-it-all smirk on her face that I hated. “What?” “You and Rogers have been spending a lot of time together,” she commented.

“Yeah, so what?” I shrugged, taking a sip of my martini, “We’re friends.” “Uh-huh,” she replied, unbelievingly, “And does Cap have anything to do with your choice of dress?” I furrowed my brows at her, acting as if her question couldn’t have been more ridiculous. But internally, I was replaying the afternoon where Nat and I had gone and chosen our outfits for the evening. I’d have been lying if I said that I hadn’t wondered what Steve’s reaction might be to the backless gown I’d chosen. It certainly wasn’t any type of fashion they’d worn in the 40’s, not in Brooklyn at least.

“You’re crazy, babe,” I said into my martini glass, taking a sip and hoping her spy hat wasn’t on tonight. “Really?” she said slyly, “So the fact that he didn’t leave your side until I practically had to pull him away from you today to do your makeup doesn’t mean anything to you? Him spending the night just to make sure you were out of the woods? The way he’s been looking at you all night? Nothing?” Truth be told, I’d been ignoring the way Steve made me feel for a long time. I could say it started the day I met him on the helicarrier, when I’d been taken aback by just how handsome he was, but that was physical attraction. And while that mattered, it didn’t have anything to do with how hard he made me laugh. Or how his face lit up when I’d come over to his apartment for an educational night of microwave popcorn and John Hughes films. Or how he always made me walk on the inside of the street so he could protect me. Or how when he held me, something inside my chest lit up and filled my entire body with the biggest serotonin rush I’d ever felt. Or- “You’re blushing.” I turned to Nat who was smugly sipping her vodka, looking as content as she’d be at the end of a successful mission. She’d lured me into the trap. “Oh, fuck off,” I glared at her, “I don’t have feelings for Steve. The only feeling I have is anger and right now, it’s coming for you.” “We’ve already got an angry guy,” she replied, nodding towards Bruce who was engaged in a conversation with Pepper, “Sorry, sweetie. You may be able to lie to yourself. but you can’t lie to me.”

My eyes softened, I wasn’t as mad at Nat as I was with myself. I had gone and let myself develop some sort of feelings, something that I’d explicitly sworn to myself I’d never do. Personal feelings had no place in my line of work. I had worked so hard to isolate myself, save for Natasha and Clint’s friendship, and without thinking of the possible consequences, I’d let Steve inside. He’d come in and without knowing, brought every wall down except for one. The one that had been helping to hold me back from acknowledging that the lens I looked at Steve through had changed from friendship to something deeper.

“I need some air,” I mumbled, downing the rest of my martini and leaving Natasha at the bar.

I made my way across the middle of the dance floor that had been set up, brushing past happy couples and searching for any place that wouldn’t make me feel any more trapped. I spotted a door that led to a balcony, moving as fast as I could in my heels. Upon exiting the building, a chill traveled up my spine as I breathed in the cold New York air. Perhaps it hadn’t been in my best interest to do so so soon after yesterday, but I’d rather have been cold, lightly snowed on and at risk of further hypothermia than warm and dealing with my feelings.

New York on New Year’s Eve was like D.C. but with skyscrapers, completely covered in snow and fucking frigid. There was no peace below as hordes of people moved down sidewalks and streams of snow dusted cabs made their way down streets. But there was a sort of calm in the middle of all the chaos, everybody walked with the purpose of getting back to or heading out with the ones they loved. And here I was freezing my ass off on a balcony hiding from my friends because I could face my own feelings.

“Hey,” the voice I was trying to avoid called from behind me, I turned to see Steve removing his tuxedo jacket, “You shouldn’t be out here, it’s freezing.”

He wrapped the jacket around me, still warm from clinging to his body, and suddenly I was surrounded by the scent of his cologne. Instinctively, I dug my nose into it as he settled it on my shoulders, hating myself for something so personal being second nature to me. “Everything okay?” Steve asked concernedly.

“Yeah,” I lied, “I just needed some air. And so help me if Tony comes around to anyone else waving mistletoe, I’m going to electrocute him. It’s New Years, not Christmas…”

Steve chuckled quietly, “Yeah, he has been a little…Tony tonight.” I tried to force a smile, hoping he bought it. But after seeing me nearly every day for the past three months, Steve knew me too well to believe my act. “Why do I feel like something other than Tony is bothering you?”

Truth was, the mistletoe wasn’t the main reason Tony was bugging me. He was fixed at Pepper’s side for most of the night, pressing a kiss to her temple every once in a while and keeping a hand on back nearly at all times. The way the two of them looked at each other, even when Pepper was annoyedly tolerating her boyfriend, was like looking at the perfect example of what real love was. Tony tried to make Pepper laugh any chance he could, she could make him smile like a lovestruck schoolboy just by meeting his gaze. They were perfectly in sync with one another. It was bringing out some sort of innocent jealousy in me. It was the first time I’d ever wanted to be in the same situation.

And that meant I was fucked.

“It’s nothing,” I shook my head and pursed my lips slightly, leaning against the balcony’s railing, “Just trying to get my head straight.” Steve leaned back against the rail, facing me and sticking his hands in his pockets. “What made it crooked?”

I looked up to meet his waiting eyes, “Yesterday.”

Steve visibly tensed up as the memories hit us both. We’d certainly seen a lot in our time and had more near-death experiences than we could probably count, but nearly drowning in the Potomac had been different. I wasn’t working with some random soldier that I didn’t know, I’d been with Steve. I had almost lost Steve. That 'almost' was enough to stress me out for days to come, but add in the fact that I possibly felt something for him and I wanted to start crying.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, “I haven’t stopped thinking about it either.” “Which part is it for you?” I asked, trying to make a joke out of our shared trauma, “The stolen alien weaponry or thawing me out overnight?” “The part where I thought you were gonna die on me,” Steve answered, not a trace of humor in his tone. I looked down at my hands, wondering how with so much electricity running though my veins it was possible to be cold. “Sorry I scared you,” I said, rubbing at one of my fingers and trying to warm them.

“You did more than scare me,” he admitted, looking at his shoes, “I was terrified I was gonna lose you.” “Well, it may not be much of a consolation but…” I blew out a puff of air, watching it dance in front of me, “I felt the same when I couldn’t find you in the water.”

“I know, you told me.” “I told you?” I looked up confusedly at him, “When did I tell you?”

Steve sighed, “Right after you woke up. You asked where you were, if I was okay…” I shook my head as I scoured my brain, “I don’t remember that. I remember you being there but nothing else.” “You fell asleep right after we talked.”

Steve turned to face me and removed his hands from his pants pockets. “I had my hand right here,” he placed it on the side of my head, his thumb stroking over my forehead, “Your hair was still wet. And I put my other one here,” he took my cold palm into his, “And I told you everything that happened. And then I told you how scared I’d been, and you said that you’d been scared too,” Steve’s eyes locked onto mine and he took a breath, “And that you thought you were going lost me.” The moment had risen in intensity within seconds as we stood there, too little space between our bodies for friends and too much hesitation to be considered anything else. All I knew is every attraction I’d ever had to Steve suddenly felt multiplied, but so did every feeling. Or rather, they weren’t multiplying. They were fighting their way out from behind the wall where I’d kept them hidden.

I gulped, “And what did you say to that?” Steve let his hands simply rest where there were for a moment, his thumbs moving painfully slow against my skin. Enough to give me goosebumps and make me wish for more of his touch. “I said I wasn’t going anywhere,” he finally answered, a corner of his lips tugging upwards.

There it was. There was Steve. The Steve I’d wanted to know better. The Steve that made me smile without even trying. The Steve that encapsulated too many of my thoughts to be called ‘just a friend.’ Our loyalty had developed so quickly, it was scary. But now, with him literally in the palm of my hands, the only thing I truly felt scared of was losing him in ways I hadn’t let myself admit to being afraid of.

Without thinking, I reached up and held onto his extended arm. “Neither am I,” I promised.

“ONE MINUTE TO NEW YEAR’S!!” someone shouted from inside, our fellow partygoers cheering.

I quickly turned back to Steve, suddenly feeling like if words weren’t said in the next minute, I’d never have the courage to say them. But Steve beat me to it. “Y/n,” he said my name with a new urgency, “I have to tell you something. A-and you may not agree with it and if that’s the case, it’s fine.” “Yeah?” Steve inhaled, keeping his hand on my face as if to comfort himself as he struggled to get the words out. “I have feelings for you.”

The wall was cracking.

“And yesterday made me realize that I shouldn’t wait any longer to tell you because I was so scared you’d die and never know,” he continued, “But I really, really like you. And I just have to know…is there any chance that you might feel the same way?” “TEN SECONDS TO MIDNIGHT!”

Suddenly it wasn’t just the party shouting out the countdown, it was the city below us as well. I was trying to process everything that Steve was saying to me while also trying to figure out the right response.

“FIVE!”

“FOUR!”

“THREE!”

It suddenly seemed clear.

“TWO!”

The perfect answer was echoing in my ear with each scream.

“ONE!”

I gripped Steve’s shirt and pulled him to me, our lips meeting in what could only be described as the perfect kiss.

The last wall collapsed.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR’S!!”

Steve inhaled upon contact, tensing for only a second before letting go of my hand and moving it to my waist. It was a sweet kiss, one that should have been given the day before if both of us had been a little more forward. Passionate and heated kisses had their place, but this was one filled with tender emotion. I’d ignored how I felt about Steve for too long, and with how tight he was holding me, it felt like maybe he had too. We stood there in the snow, clinging to one another as we slowly moved our lips together.

When we broke apart, we pressed our foreheads against each other’s, I closed my eyes and breathed him in. The familiar verses of Auld Lang Syne were playing from within the party, providing a perfect soundtrack to our soft moment.

“If you still haven’t figured it out,” I whispered with a smile, “I like you too.” Steve breathily chuckled, lowering his hand to rest on my cheek. The two of us stood there, grinning like idiots, perfectly content to spend the rest of the evening that way.

“Oh, look at that,” Tony’s voice cooed, I turned to see him standing just outside the door, “Short Circuit and Spangles, a match made in S.H.I.E.L.D heaven...” “Tony…” I groaned, throwing my head back, “Privacy? Please?” “Um, my tower, honey,” he teased, “I can roam where I please. I was just making sure you were standing in the right place.” “For what?” Steve asked.

Tony swapped out his signature pair of dark shaded glasses for a jokey pair that were shaped like the numbers ‘2013’ and pointed upwards.

Steve and I both looked up to see one of Tony’s Iron Man suits floating darn near silently above us with mistletoe tied to one of its feet. I let out a laugh and turned to see Tony dramatically sauntering back into the party. “Knew it would work on someone!” he yelled back to us before the door closed. “Great,” I said, gesturing to his disappearing figure before slapping my hand back to Steve’s chest, “He’s just drunk enough that everyone he talks to tonight will know about this.”

Steve shrugged a shoulder, “He would’ve found out some other, privacy-invading way.” I shook my head with laughter and pressed it to Steve’s chest, letting him wrap me in his arms. I placed my hands on the base of his neck and let his warmth envelop me. Life was suddenly everything I never knew it could be since I’d never realized what was missing. Turns out there had been a hole that needed to be filled somewhere in my heart, and Steve was the one who’d been meant to fill it. The man who should have died decades ago was mine to have, holding me tightly as snow fell on us with the whole city singing and cheering below us.

“Happy New Year, Y/n,” Steve said against my head, pressing a kiss to it. “Happy New Year, Steve,” I replied contently, hoping the joy I felt would stay with me through the whole of 2013.

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A/N: And that's all she wrote! This will probably be my last chapter for the year unless I do any writing over Christmas vacation. Let me know what you thought or if you'd like to be tagged! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

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[battery-forgot]

Now, I come mid-week to give you all of my DSMP/MCYT headcanons because I have many

Don’t mind if these are repeated, misspelt, or has no logic, it is block game things and I am not checking over them-- and some will be organized, and some will be random, some might not have a Enter space because these are all ctrl c + ctrl v’ed from a Discord server I am in :]

Skeppy headcanons: Skeppy is 4 billion years old as scientists have thought that is how long ores and diamonds existed for

Skeppy's species is pretty rare

Every diamond that is broken or damaged causes Skeppy to feel a physical pain in his body

His species has lamp tail as they don't have night vision, some of them also have tiny wings that aren't usable, though they can kinda glide short distances with them

Because of his small height, he has taught himself magic to be able to change size, it can hurt him if he goes taller than 5'3, but he is able to get to Foolish's height if he tried

Sometimes random crystals grow on Skeppy's face, though they look different from normal crystals and can be used for things like explosives, though he doesn't know about it

Techno has seen Kristen but doesn't remember it well, though Kristen gave him his crown as a gift

Techno has a collection of skull masks that he has worn, he wears the skulls because of nostalgia now but he used to wear them because he thought they were cool and made him look threatening

Technoblade, Skeppy, Sam, Ranboo, Michael(the son- not Michaelmcchill), Phil, Bad, and some others really like shiny and golden objects

DreamSMP theme/"timeline" is kind of like a steampunk like thing

Drista is DreamXD's sister and DristaXD is Dream's "sister", though they aren't really siblings as they are robots

Drista and DreamXD are clones of DristaXD and Dream, though they actually look nothing alike

Callahan is a mute mini-god that everyone knows exists but doesn't really understand they are a mini-god. They kind of just chill and do what people ask them to do

Phil: Phil is more into traveling than anything else

Though he doesn't mind being a father figure, he doesn't think he is a good one especially after he killed Wilbur

He is able to turn into the size of a crow, though since his wings are now unusable, he doesn't do it as often as it is basically useless

Phil sometimes takes bird baths, though I guess they are always called that-

He has bird legs/talons,but they aren’t fully noticeable

joke headcanon I thought of is that Phil's handwriting is chicken-scratch because he is half-crow

Phil has really good memory, as a crow would

-DreamXD is actually pretty weak in powers, but he acts like he is the strongest person in the server

-Tommy's eye is just completely gone from when Dream killed him, but he covers it with an eyepatch

-Tubbo talks about things to Ranboo thinking he'll forget them, but some stories Ranboo remembers but doesn't speak about it because he doesn't want to make Tubbo worry too much

-Philza wasn't willing to kill Wilbur so Wilbur forced Phil by grabbing his arm and impaling himself

-Dream and Techno sometimes share stories about having ADHD

-Phil didn't really know about Fundy, he knew he existed but had no idea to how he acted, looked, or his actual name

-Wilbur had a letter written to Fundy about how he was sorry for what he was gonna do during November 16th, but the withers blew it up before Fundy knew about it

-Fundy doesn't let anyone hold his hand because it makes him remember the past where he would hold Wilbur's hand a lot

-Change of headcanons: Schlatt and Puffy are cousins, Tubbo was just a random kid that would follow Schlatt for hours a day, waiting for him to acknowledge him

-Dream jumps into the lava in the prison as it reminds him of Sapnap

-Bad was uncomfortable when Sapnap married Big Q and Karl because he went on a date with Quackity before but he still supported them (Yes I know Big Q basically had a divorce with Sap and Karl--)

-Skeppy knows a lot about other's pasts because of how old he is, even traumatizing facts

-Skeppy has a fear of fire (Pyrophobia) and he is kind of scared of Sapnap

-Dream used the revivebook on the cat Tommy killed, but Sam killed it thinking Dream would use the cat against Sam to escape quicker in the future

-Dream doesn't *fully* know why he is in prison, ever since Tommy and Tubbo killed him, a wire/chip broke in his body which made him forget a lot of things. Dream does get told what he had done a lot, but it makes him almost have a panic attack because he thought he was a pretty good person

-Ghostbur is Callahan, they were commanded by DreamXD to become Ghostbur so that everyone could feel like he was still there (Callahan can change who they are completely, but they don't actually know how they acted when as Ghostbur, though that doesn't mean he didn't know what happened, when Dream killed/revived Ghostbur, Callahan got to see what it felt like to die for the first time)

-Fundy has the habit of picking up things and using them at some sort of fidget (examples: knives, leaves, grass, wood, pencils, berry stems, etc.

-Ranboo will be writing/saying something about someone and use pronouns instead of their name or just with the person's name (example: "Puffy she/her was--" or "he/him writing down things") [Basically canon-]

-Tubbo used to headbutt people but stopped after around 2 years because he kept hurting people

-Phil used to squawk randomly when he was a kid, but he mainly just squawks when hiccuping now

-Even though Bad used to get really nervous picking people up because he was afraid he was gonna drop and kill them, he now just picks up everyone randomly... except Foolish and Ranboo

-Foolish is able to shrink to around 7ft, and unless he is building a big build, he will shrink so he can get around easier

-Because Ranboo is only half enderman, he isn't the full height of an enderman (He is only 8'5)

-If someone asks Charlie about his pronouns, out of confusion, he just responds with "Bones!" which sometimes leads Las Nevadas members (or just anyone really) calling him by He/it/Bones

-When Bad was being controlled by the egg, it made him get even more flashbacks about how his species was supposed to act which would end up with him panicking because that isn't who he wants to be (bonus: The more a member infected by the egg would panic, the more the egg would be able to take over the person because they can't focus)

-Kristin has taught Phil how to do makeup in their free-time of hanging out

-Kristin is insanely tall, if she shrinks then she turns more transparent, so she ends up looking more like a ghost when at average height

-Skeppy can't cry, though he still can feel sad

-Bad and Eret talk to eachother quite a lot

-When Tubbo was around 11-14, he would make redstone contraptions, though he doesn't remember how to make most of them now

Ranboo doesn't like photoshoots because he feels like everyone is staring at him, though this does mean he just doesn't have a passport photo, his alternative was to draw what he looked like on the passport but they didn't allow it, as well as Ranboo doesn't really remember what he looks like anyway because they don't like looking in mirrors--

I think this is half-canon but another headcanon is where every SMP is just an island far away from others. In this case, Hermitcraft, 30 day SMP, and other SMPs are all linked up, as for people who are in multiple SMPs, they travel around by boat for awhile, now, the thing I've just not figured out is how tf their look magically changes-like- outfit is decently obvious-- but do they magically transform like an anime girl? Idk- 

Skeppy's voice randomly glitches out, is there an actual reason for this? No.

Quackity’s outfit is similar to Sub Urban’s (In Freak)

Skeppy acts as if he is royalty, he doesn't act rude or demanding unless joking- but he does act as if he is the superior person-

-Skeppy and Slime are the only "people" that don't have steampunk styled clothing because of how old they are

-Skeppy's hair grows insanely quickly and no one knows why, he honestly hates it

-Most of Skeppy's outfits have been made by Bad or Puffy

-Skeppy knows DreamXD as if he is a brother, but he despises him because of something that has happened around 3,000 years ago

-Skeppy has a lot of different shades in their hair on the "inside"(like- the side where his neck is is what I mean, I don't remember if it has a name or not-)

-Like I've said before, Skeppy's eyes are crystallized, but they are somewhat transparent, not enough to where you'd be able to see the inside of his head, but they are still transparent

-In the past, Skeppy didn't like their name which is why they called himself "Skeppy"

-He has an attachment to caves

-When Skeppy was a kid, they had the dream of him filling cave walls with houses of their own

-Skeppy goes by it/they/he

-Skeppy joke flirts with Bad all the time to confuse everyone, Bad doesn't like it because then everyone thinks they are dating which makes him feel a little uncomfortable

-Out of boredom, in the past, Skeppy would climb on the roofs of caves, hang upside down, and try and sleep like a bat

-They have no blood in his body, it is literally just a diamond covered with a thin layer of skin and hair

-Skeppy gets stressed out easily when it comes to learning because it just reminds him of everything he had to get used to as the billion of years he lived went by

-Skeppy used to not be allowed out into the open world, the first time it experienced going outside was when it was 2 billion years old

-Skeppy has accidentally caught things on fire during the day because of the reflecting of the sun, but even then, they are nocturnal so they don't really have to worry about it

-Wilbur adapted to hanging out with Sally in the water, he has some gills, but he can only breathe underwater for a bit longer with them

-Skeppy always has the equivalent of Diamond (armor) except when he was infected by the egg, he was equivalent to the strength of a Ruby

-Infected Skeppy has a redstone glow when touched, so when hugged(or hive fived- or- yeah you get the point), he would give a subtle glow around him until let go

-The Eggpire still can be controlled, but they are able to control it unless angered/upset

-Skeppy was 6ft when infected, now he is 3′9 un-infected

-At this point, Dream likes the prison because he sometimes feels safe there, like no one can hurt him

-DristaXD is more of a ghost robot than an actual robot

-DristaXD's hobby is murdering people and has basically been in some sort of jail before, she has broken chains around their ankles and hands, it seems to have been made of a really strong material as wel

-Sapnap used to have fire wings, but when he had to get extinguished, they disappeared, they are still there, they just aren't visible until dunked in lava and Sapnap can't use them anymore

-Infected Bad still took care of Sapnap, but Sapnap never cared

-Sapnap takes the name "lava cake" too seriously... though he thinks the literal lava cakes he makes taste good

-Puffy's hair has been dyed blue by Ghostbur before because he wanted people to remember Friend if they ever disappeared

-Going with my Ghostbur as Callahan hc, when Ghostbur was killed, Callahan kind of glitched between realities and so Ghostburs body glitched from Callahan's body and Ghostbur's then just disappeared. Callahan is still alive but they randomly glitch into different realities, he has glitched into places Karl has gone, including The Inbetween.

-When Ghostbur was glitching back into Callahan after killed, it shocked and concerned Dream

There you go :]

[whumpy-arts-and-crafts]

Blake--

-do you ever wish you could trade lives with someone? Who and why?

-do you believe any conspiracy theories?

-what are your personal values? Your morals that you don't think will ever change?

Vari--

-do you have a comfort food?

-if you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?

-if you could turn into any animal, what would it be and why?

Aurum--

-do you regret anything you've done?

-have you ever felt guilty for hurting someone?

(all can also answer all lol)

Blake:

He shifts his position on the floor, as if that would give him any comfort. His eyes look red and puffy, and he refuses to make eye contact.

"When I was younger, I wanted the life of all those famous heroes you see on TV. But now," he clenches his teeth, his bottom lip quivering, "If I could switch with Vari, I'd do it in a heartbeat. He... he doesn't deserve this."

He takes a moment to steady his breath before processing your next questions. "I'm not big on conspiracy theories, no." He responds, "As for my morals, well, I've never really thought about it, but all I want is to help people. To minimize harm, as much as possible. Isn't that what being a hero is about?"

Vari:

Vari lay on his cheap bed, his occasional movements jostling his injuries and causing him to whimper in pain. The right side of his jaw is now deep purple.

"I..." his mind drifts back to that night, when Blake took him in house. When he patched up his wounds and Vari felt the safest he had in god knows how long. "I like chicken and, and rice." He replies, recalling the warm meal Blake had prepared for him.

Blake, who was only in there because Vari was a coward. The hero who had shown him so much kindness, and all he had gotten in return was betrayal. "I wish I, I had never called Sir, that night." He confesses, and you can see unshed tears glistening in his eyes. "I should have, should have just taken my, my punishment and left Bl- Ignis, alone."

There is a pocket of silence, in which he closes his eyes, lost in what looks like a daydream. "I've always liked birds." He responds, "I like how they fly and, and they're not afraid of falling. They're free." He curls into himself, as if ashamed of his next sentence. "I'm sorry, this, this is going to sound stupid. But sometimes I, I do wish I could be one, too." His eyes drift to the black, tattoo-like pattern on his wrists. "Maybe then, I, I could be free too."

Aurum:

"Regret, hmm.." he holds his chin, pretending to think. "Yes, employing that useless rat might be my biggest one. But well, maybe I've gotten too attached to his pathetic whimpering to kick him out now." He lets out a laugh. "He might be bad at his job, but he's great if you wanna blow out some steam. I'll let you have a go too, if you wish."

The next question catches him off guard, like there's word he does not understand. "Guilty? Why would I feel guilty?" He scoffs. "I did what I had to in order to be where I am today. There's nothing to feel guilty about, I only played by the rules."

[soulless-strangers]

Favourite plush toys I think Haikyuu regressors/ caregivers would have- part 2

((There are mentions of unspecified trauma, a panic attack and tic fits. Stay safe!))

Hc for this round: Aone and Kogane are foster brothers

-Tenma lived with the Ukais during high school

Ps: I have included some head cannons that some caregivers who are close to the littles have a toy they carry with them in case something happens.

Hoshiumi- little

-is called chicken (Niwatori!)

-originally wanted a sea gull but said he looked sad

-Hirugami caved immediately

-needs to have him with him whenever he is away from his mum or Hirugami

-literally shoved him in Hinatas face as an introduction

-“you’re a caregiver?! This is my stuffie! His name is chicken and he’s just as good as any other bird!”

Tenma- little

-keeps it hidden

-was a present from Ukais family when he was first fostered with them

-refuses to show it to Akiteru, even after he finds out

-has a lot of unresolved trauma attached to the turtle

-refuses to name it (because he wasn’t given a name until he stayed with the Ukais)

-has had a lot of violent tic fits that could only be calmed by his turtle

Shirabu- little

-present from Semi before he graduated

-keeps it hidden in his dorm

-only Goshiki knows about it

-is covered in bandaids from playing vet

-was the start of his bunny stuffie collection

-called snowball

Osamu- flip leaning CG

-doesn’t normally regress but uses them if he is caring for his brothers

-is called scratch

-got a red panda because Atsumu really wanted the fox

-doesn’t sleep with him but he sits on his bed

-has his name stitched into the paw

-perfectly clean, if not a little worn

Aone- flip

-is called Armi

-is big enough that he can hold it with two hands (!)

-bought it while out with Kogane, after he realised he was a regressor

-Kogane loves it cause now they have a big brother to play with sometimes!

Tsukki- baby sitter

-went out and bought it after he accidentally gave Kageyama a panic attack in the change rooms

-is called koda (reference to power rangers Dino charge bc nerd)

-hates that Kageyama will bite it on the tail but doesn’t stop him

-isn’t very good at playing so he will just put the stego in Kages lap and rattle off Dino facts

Daichi- CG

-called nessie

-bought it after Oikawa spoke to him about little space

-brings it to camp as littles seem to like him for some reason

-(it’s his thighs, they’re wide enough that the bigger littles can sit in his lap comfortably)

-always makes the brrrrr noise for her when playing littles

Tendou- CG

-bought it for his twins but also uses it with Ushijima

-is called Ossom

-actually sleeps with it too

-always tries to stop Ushijima form putting its tail in his mouth

-immediately gives in when he looks like he’s gonna cry tho

Oikawa- CG

-takes it everywhere

-uses it to calm himself down when he gets too worked up in caregiver mode

-also uses it to distract upset littles

-Iwaizumi has had to use it on him too tho

-called is poppyseed ((for some reason???))

[peachpitfics]

Mistletoe

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Summary: Every year Rossi holds a Christmas Eve dinner, the Team and their little families attend. This is your first one, and coincidentally, you get caught under the mistletoe.

Length: 2.6k

Pairing: SpencerReid x Female!Reader

Content Warnings: ~none~ 

A/N: Hiiii, this is super fluffy and sweet. Hopefully the first of a few Christmas themed fics. I hope you like it!!

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You never had anywhere to go for the holidays. You had no real family, moved to a new state, and joined a new force only a few weeks ago. The new team you worked with was a tight knit family. They had been together for years and while they were welcoming and did their best not to exclude you, it was hard to bear the inside jokes and recalling of memories you were not a part of. What shocked and surprised you most about their bond, was the family Christmas held at Rossi’s huge house. Everyone, and their families would come, eat a glorious Christmas dinner, and spend it together.

You rang the doorbell and stood, rugged up on the doorstep, huge wooden and glass double doors in front of you. Dave answered the door, arms wide open as he took you in a loving embrace. “Thanks for inviting me” You shuffled into the house awkwardly, passing Rossi two bottles of wine as he showed you where you could shed your winter coverings. Rossi’s house was beautifully decorated from top to bottom. You were sure it had to have been professionally done. “Thank you y/n, this is great. I’m so glad you could make it out here tonight” Dave beamed at you, “And you look beautiful”. You hadn’t put too much effort in tonight but dressed nicely for dinner at least. What he said made you blush; you hid your face as he led you into the dining room. “Hey! Looks who’s here” Morgan smiled across the table. Garcia, sitting next to him, waving overly excitedly. You waved back, clearly not having had any eggnog. As you sat down, in between Hotch and JJ, Hotch poured eggnog into your glass and clinked glasses with you. “We’re just waiting on the kid, he said he was on the phone with his Mom. But he should be almost here” Rossi shared with them.

They all sat around the table, laughing at Garcia who was intoxicated, conversing over Christmas memories from their childhood. Not all of them were overly happy memories, just thoughts of a simpler time. “What about you, y/n? Favourite Christmas memory from when you were a child?” Hotch asked. Emily looked worriedly at you, she had been the one you spoke to and got to know out of everybody. “Well... um” Clearing your throat, you paused as Spencer walked in and slipped into his seat beside Garcia and across from you. “Yeah, okay. I think I was about 8... I was in my second group home and there were about 15 kids of all different ages. The church choir stopped by to sing carols to us in the evening; and, uh, we had a roast chicken, a lot of us had never experienced Christmas before so it was pretty wonderful. The church also brought us a box of second-hand toys, which was lovely. I think that’s probably the best one” Everyone stared at you in awe. The type of awe you were dreading. You shuffled uncomfortably in your seat as they started to notice that the staring was out of control. “I didn’t know you were a foster kid” Morgan said somberly, having grown up in an area with a lot of foster kids himself. “Yeah, I was. It wasn’t so bad” You smiled softly, begging someone to take the attention off of you. “Sorry I’m late, you guys, my Mother was reminiscing about Christmas in 1969” Spencer chuckled awkwardly. And that was the end of it, their focus was changed, and Spencer was explaining his Mother’s story, which in turn was quite boring.

Within 30 minutes, Rossi and several servers emerged from the kitchen, bringing platters and large bowls and more wine. It was the most extravagant thing you’d seen in your whole life. I’ve never even been a restaurant this nice, you thought to yourself, watching as they served. Rossi held in his hands an exceptionally large knife, whilst standing over the bird, gathering everyone’s attention. “For me, Christmas means being with family. Sharing it with you, makes it the most precious and special time of the year” Rossi paused, “To family”. Everyone raised their glasses and repeated the toast back to him. He carved the meat, and you all passed the fixings round the table. It was the most delicious food you’d ever had. You began to wonder if everyone with a family had a lovely Christmas like this every year.

Before long, the kids were playing hide and seek throughout the house as all the adults made their way into the awesomely large sitting room. Everyone gathered around, sitting in the settee’s or on the rug by the fireplace. “Anyone care for brandy and a cigar?” Rossi asked. “Am I in a game of Clue?” Garcia looked around the room, “Where the hell is Miss Scarlet, I want to ask her some questions”. People snickered at her comments, she got more sarcastically funny as she got further intoxicated. “No seriously, would anyone like a drink?” Rossi stood by his sideboard bar, crystal decanters lined up with matching glasses. “Scotch, for me Dave, thank you” Hotch nodded. “I’ll take one of those as well” Emily smiled. “Not for me, I’m driving” Will grinned at JJ, hoping she would have another drink and let her hair down a little. You noticed this and nudged JJ in the side, “I brought more wine” You raised your eyebrows cheekily at her.

She looked long and hard into your eyes, really thinking over how hectic the headache was going to be in the morning. “Screw it” She mumbled, caving in to your devilish look, “Go get the wine” She lightly tapped your arm. “Oh no, come on y/n, I’ll go” Rossi offered. “Seriously, it’s fine, I’m sure I won’t get lost on the way back or anything” You giggled, jumping up from the floor and heading towards the big arch way through to the foyer. “Hey, y/n!” Spencer stopped you in the doorway, “Would you mind getting me a glass of water?” He asked in a soft tone. You nodded happily; it was an easy request.

“Hold on...” Hotch said quickly. They all stared at you again. “You can’t move” Hotch smiled gently, “You’re under the mistletoe”. Everyone laughed and gaped as Hotch caught you out under the mistletoe. “What do you mean I can’t move?” You laughed, as if this were a silly game. “In the Rossi house, if you pause under mistletoe and get caught out, you have to wait there until someone kisses you” Dave explained. Obviously Hotch had been caught before and was now pointing out Rossi’s next victim. “Who’s gonna do it?” Garcia looked intrigued, waiting for the war between them to begin while you stood there, knees shaking at the thought of having to kiss someone on the team. “Well, I’m out” Rossi said, having reconnected with an old lover recently. Will and JJ snuggled closer together, that was an obvious no. Hotch uncomfortably sat back into the settee, smiling cheekily into his glass.

A few faces turned to Morgan. “Hey now, that’s usually my style, but I’m seein’ somebody at the moment” Morgan shrugged, hoping Penelope wouldn’t pull him apart over the comment he made. Which inevitably, she did. “Can’t I just go to the kitchen, come on, this is silly” You spoke over them, they were discussing among them who should be the one to kiss you and set you free from the nasty grip of the mistletoe. “It’s gotta be Reid” Emily’s voice rang out over all of the incoherent babbling.

Spencer had been laughing and watching this unfold around him, blending into the leather settee like a chameleon. Now that the faces turned to him, he flushed red and he eyes grew wider. “Ha ha, you guys” Spencer tried to redirect, blushing madly “Emily, it’s you! You know it’s you” He laughed awkwardly. “It could be me; I just don’t really think that’s y/n’s speed... whereas you...” She let the rest of the team join in on the end. “Yeah I don’t think she swings that way” JJ looked back at Emily, shaking their heads together negatively. “Which leaves you Spencer, everyone else is attached at the moment” Hotch's voice seemed confident and firm, but had a hint of a giggle in it.

This started to seem like a set up to you, everyone was grimacing, smirking up at you. No one else tonight had been caught under mistletoe and there was no shortage of it in this house. You crossed your arms in front of you and lovingly glared back at each of them. “Come on Spence” JJ grabbed his knee and shook it, as if this provided some sort of moral support. “Spencer! Spencer! Spencer!” Penelope started a chant and within seconds, they had all joined in. “Okay! Okay, okay, you can stop doing that now. The peer pressure has worked” Spencer’s face couldn’t not smile. His cheeks tugged tightly at his lips, and though his face was red, he looked pleasantly excited. Reid stepped over JJ and slowly approached the door frame. He got closer to you, looked into your eyes, and pursed his lips, eyes widening as if to say, “This is weird”. He rocked back on his heels for a moment, hands awkwardly in his pockets. You remained still, one eyebrow raised in shock, arms still folded in front of you. “Come on pretty boy, we haven’t got all night” Morgan teased, Garcia gripping onto him, her eyes as wide as possible so she didn’t miss anything.

In an instant, he lunged forward, a hand landing on your cheek and one at the small of your back. Spencer planted his lips onto yours, you could almost feel him smiling into it. Your arms softened and untangled as they found their way onto his chest in front of you. As you parted, the embarrassing hail of whoops and clapping arose. Spencer stepped back giggling, hiding his face from his colleagues. You pursed your lips together and held your fingers to your lips briefly, surprised at how good that felt. “I’m gonna go grab that wine now” You blushed, laughing along with the hyenas in the sitting room. Pausing slowly at the fridge, your head hitting the metal, you exhaled from deep in your lungs. Never in your life did you think you would be in such a position. But you were happy and almost grateful for your embarrassing workmates.

You returned with the wine, rose coloring still in your cheeks. Spencer was now playing with the kids under one of the many Christmas trees and you retook your position on the rug with JJ and Will, pouring them both a glass of white wine. No one teased anymore, no one laughed. There were just separate pods of conversation. Eventually, after picking up sleepy children off the couches in the lounge room, JJ and Will were thanking Rossi for such a lovely evening. Hotch not far behind with Jack. Those that were left were Morgan and Penelope, desperately arguing over whether or not ‘Die Hard’ was a Christmas film. Rossi and Emily, who were debating finer Scotches and Whiskeys. You watched on, amused by their friendships, and longing to be one of them. Until you noticed that Spencer had gone. You got up from the rug and wondered through the house, finding him on the balcony off the dining room.

You unlatched the door, alerting him to your presence. “Hey” He smiled softly at you. “Hey” You sounded unsure, “I’m sorry if that was super weird for you in there”. He chuckled under his breath slightly as you approached and stood next to him in the cold night air. “You know, I thought it would be... But it was... nice” He nodded, tucking his smile into his scarf. You tried to look away, hiding the permanent smile plastered on your face. “It was nice” You said gently. Spencer turned towards you, and unintentionally looked you up and down, “You must be so cold” He said, shedding his coat and draping it across your shoulders. You looked at the soft brown tweed and curled your nose, “But now, you’ll be cold”. “Doesn’t matter” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Spencer I-” He interrupted quickly, “Can I have a do over?”. “Sorry, what?” You shook off whatever you were going to say and clarified you heard him correctly. “I just- I would have kissed you differently, had they not set me up and cheered like an audience” He closed his eyes, “ I would have kissed you differently”.

Without saying anything, you slid your icy cold hand into his. Warmth radiated from his large hands as his fingers slid between yours. You pulled his hand and turned him to face you. “You can kiss me again” You mumbled. His eyes were so dark and deep, he held eye contact with you, bringing his face slightly down to meet you in the middle. His soft lips, tripping over yours hungrily. His breath warm on your face. His tender hands, not so gingerly on respectful places on your body like before. One hand slid up to your neck, lightly holding on, but eventually wrapping around to grasp the back of your neck. His other hand placed further south of the small of your back, pulling your whole body into him as his tongue delved into your mouth. You tried to move your hands, you tried to do anything, but your brain was completely overwhelmed and stunned by the warmth and pleasure washing over you.

He pulled away, kissing your cold nose, along your jawline. Pressing on last kiss to your lips, and then to your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you. Your body sunk into him. Even without his jacket, he was still so warm, and it was so inviting. You wrapped your arms around his back and held onto him as tightly as he held onto you. “This is a better Christmas story than the one I told before” You muttered at a giggle into his woolen jumper. Spencer smiled into the nape of your neck. “God, I hope so” He laughed, and you felt his whole body move against yours. After a while, you parted and just stood snuggled together on the balcony. “They really set us up, big time” You pondered. “I can’t believe Emily blabbed” Spencer shook his head. You looked sharply up at him. “Blabbed?” You asked confusedly. “Yeah... I kind of told her I had a crush on you” He tried to hide his face but you wouldn’t let him, you grabbed his hand and held it in your own. “Oh my god” That same old shocked expression was strewn back across your face. “I know, it’s super embarrassing and I’m sorry I didn’t -“ You interrupted him this time, “No, Spencer, I told Emily I had a crush on you” You said quickly, without thinking.

Both of you, stunned, really thought about how devious Emily was. Why did we do that? You asked yourself; the answer quite simply was, she was a very open person and people often told her their secrets. “I guess, I’m glad I told her” Spencer smiled, “Because otherwise I never would have got to kiss you”. You leaned up to his lips and kissed him again. “Now, you can kiss me anytime you want” You whispered to him, that gorgeous smile still fighting its way onto his face.

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Inside, Emily and Rossi stood in the doorway of the dining room, peering out onto the Balcony like a pair of sneaky teenagers. They had been watching for several minutes, and though they couldn’t hear the conversation, they knew they were busted for setting the whole thing up. “Thanks again, Dave” Em raised his glass of scotch to Dave’s brandy, both of them grinning like school girls. “Absolutely anytime, my dear” They clinked glasses and walked steadily back into the sitting room, arms around each other.

[bomberqueen17]

layers of mild pain

So yesterday was the final chicken processing day of the season. Yay! We were all excited to be done. The workload on the farm drops significantly once the meat chickens are all gone. And it usually coincides with other reductions in livestock, too. Most of the employees are only here April to October; we’ll lose two people at the end of the week. The only two who’ve really stuck around, alas. Including the one who lives in the cabin on the back of the property, so then that reduces traffic and crowdedness on the farm, and also reduces worry, though this year as there hasn’t been any snow or frost yet it hasn’t been so bad. (There comes a time when the road’s impassable to cars, so.) 

cut for discussion of chicken processing, animal death etc, though nothing particularly gory I don’t think but just best to elide here

Unfortunately, we had one person out sick, one person out due to weather (couldn’t ride her bike in the rain), and one person out due to new mom problems (her infant didn’t sleep so neither did she). And we had a full slate of chickens-- not just the normal complement of broilers, we also were culling the laying flock a little. Not actually hens-- we used an incubator to hatch out a batch of laying hens and of course 50% of them were male, so we were culling those unneeded cockerels to reduce crowding over the winter. While we were at it, we thinned out the number of roosters in the main flock, as there are more than necessary in there and if there are too many they just fight each other. (You do need roosters-- for one if you want to incubate any more those need to be fertile eggs, but for another, in a big pastured flock the roosters do important crowd control and predator deterrence-- if they’re good roosters. Your backyard flock doesn’t need roosters but for our purposes they’re useful to have about.)

They were such a pain in the ass. The young cockerels were hard enough to deal with-- they’re built so narrow and spare-- but the mature roosters, crikey. They’re just. A meat chicken is a young bird bred for fast growth, and as such is just this pile of soft meat. A mature chicken from an egg-laying breed-- I mean those guys have been out there for over a year now-- anyway they’re put together pretty solidly. It is hard as heck to get their organs out of their bodies. Also chickens have internal testicles that in many cases are as large as, or larger than, their hearts, and they’re attached real firmly to the spine pretty directly, and it’s, well. a lot. (The meat chickens are so young at processing time their reproductive systems haven’t really developed so it’s not a big deal.)

So that got us off to a slow start in the evisceration room and we just spent the entire rest of the morning trying to catch up. We had a good enough time, but there was just-- a lot of work to do.

And then yet one more person begged off for packaging; the assistant livestock manager has already gone very part-time, and he had started a new medication on top of that and had to go lie down. So I had to do two jobs at packaging, and Sister already does three or four jobs so she was just running around like a crazy person, and I had to do those two jobs plus locating and cleaning various equipment we needed (mostly tubs to transport quite a lot of the meat directly to a freezer storage facility tomorrow-- the tubs are resting in the walk-in cooler right now but as we rarely use them I had to start off by locating matched sets of tubs and lids and anyway it was a lot.)

Also also my period had started at 3am the night before, with severe enough cramps to wake me from a sound sleep, so. I was already sore and today i’m like sore-on-sore and would like to lie down for a while.

We finished at like. 5:45. And I did a halfassed job cleaning the slaughterhouse floor but this morning it actually seemed pretty good so I’m wondering if the fairies helped me out, or if the rodents that sometimes steal cracked eggs did me a solid and picked up the organ bits there too, or if it just wasn’t as dirty as I remembered when I gave up and left it.

So.... it could be naptime, that’d be keen, but it’s not. At least I’m sitting right now, which I appreciate. Spent the early morning putting the kid onto the bus and then going and really tidying the slaughterhouse, putting the tools away for the season, refilling the soap and bleach sprayers. I might go out a bit later and actually put everything away for winter, as we won’t need it again until turkey processing time in late November and it’d be best to have it all buttoned up. But also I have to do lunch and I’m tired and I just want to sit here a minute.

I have to make lunch too, and it’s gotta be vegan, and I think it’s just going to be a whole pile of roasted vegetables since that’s what’s getting harvested today-- the winter storage stuff. I have a huge rutabaga sitting here and I’m not sure how one actually prepares one but when in doubt cube it and put it in the oven for an hour.

[viastro]

despite everything, it’s still you | wen junhui

ミ★ synopsis: in which you only have eyes for your best friend, but he sees everyone else.

ミ★ genre: best friends to lovers!au, angst, some fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: mentions of vomit and drinking

ミ★ word count: 3,897

ミ★ pairings: junhui x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! i actually scrapped this last night when i first wrote it, but i came back to it a few hours ago and actually finished it. this isn’t one of my favorites, but i think it turned out better than i originally thought it would. so as always, please give jun lots of love !! and i hope you guys like this one <3

“Aren’t you tired?” You turn your head to see Minghao staring at you with a pitiful expression on your face. Squinting, you respond, “Of what?” 

“Of being lonely.” You scoff, turning away and going back to typing on your computer as Mingyu and Minghao lose their shit beside you on the couch. You don’t even know why you invited the two stooges to your house as you did homework, but alas. 

you were lonely.

“I should’ve never invited you guys.” You mumble as you add the last few sentences to your essay. Mingyu giggles, walking over and wrapping an arm around you as his apology. While Minghao steps over and puts his face close to yours, giving you a big smile. 

“Forgive us queen.”

“Fuck you.” 

“Damn.” Mingyu mutters, raising a hand to his heart to feign offense. The corner of your lips tilts up at Mingyu’s reaction, and Minghao claps his hands. “She forgave us.”

“Aye, now I didn’t say all that-”

Minghao and Mingyu stop you as you turn around, hands raised in your direction. You stare boredly at the two as they give you a mischievous smile. “You forgave us, you can’t take it back.” 

Letting out a sigh, you run a hand through your hair, grinning at your two friends who are now discussing who gets to choose what movie. Your ears perk up when you hear the sound of your door opening, and the three of you turn to see Jun walking in with the containers holding the fried chicken. He lets out a grin at the sight of you guys, and you quickly call him over so that you can begin devouring the food he brought. 

The four of you have been friends since your first year at University. What started as a group project in your guys’ film course, became a three year long friendship that you all hope will last until you’re all old and wrinkly. 

Jun quickly settles himself down beside you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in greeting, and you let out a soft smile. He gives you a grin, “Did you finish your essay?” 

You nod your head, and he lets go of his hold on you to throw a thumbs up your way. You let out a laugh, and run a hand through your hair, before turning back towards the chicken. 

Your guys’ friendship all began when the four of you got paired for that group project. However, you were attracted to Jun from the moment you laid eyes on him on the first day of class. When the four of you all got closer as friends, you decided to let go of trying to go after him. Especially when you found out how popular he is among the ladies and gentlemen at uni. 

His popularity has only grown since freshman year, and he’s been with his fair share of different people. You claim to be over him, but it’s you simply just ignoring the warmth in your heart whenever he pulls you into a hug, or the pain whenever he introduces his new fling to you. 

It’s your biggest secret that you’ve been harboring, and Minghao is the only one that knows. He wasn’t even supposed to know of your feelings for Jun, but he stumbled in on you crying on the floor after Jun left on a date with this one girl a few months back. 

In your defense, you were incredibly stressed with midterms and seeing Jun go on a date with another girl that isn’t you, really set you off the edge from that stinky week in general. However, Minghao refuses to believe that you being stressed was the main cause for you crying over Jun going on a date. 

So that’s why you ignore Minghao’s gaze when Jun hands you the crispy part of the chicken you always enjoy most. You turn and give Jun a smile, and he fondly knocks his head into yours. “It’s your favorite part, right?”

Nodding your head, you place it into your mouth, and Jun grins happily. He turns back towards his food, and takes a big bite of chicken as the four eat in a relative silence. Mingyu glances over at Jun, letting out a mischievous smile. 

“How was your date?” You freeze slightly, and Minghao notices, his eyes trailing over to your rigid form. Jun chuckles, shrugging his shoulders as he wipes his hands on a napkin. Leaning back into the couch, he lets out a breath. 

“It was good. She was actually more funny than I expected.” Jun explains briefly, and Mingyu nods his head. You stay quiet as you eat, knowing that if the two end up going on a second date, you’ll have to meet her in the near future. 

“She kinda reminded me of you.” You pause, turning to see that Jun is staring at you with a fond smile on his face. You raise an eyebrow, pointing at yourself with the drumstick in hand, and Jun chuckles, nodding his head. “Yeah, you.” 

“How?” Minghao asks, and you shoot him a glance. Minghao just waves you off with his hand, and you widen your eyes with more urgency, but he chooses to ignore you. Jun thinks to himself for a moment, before chuckling. 

“Yn’s humor is really weird, you know. Remember the time she just laughed to herself about that video of a bird jumping off a building?” You snort at the memory, raising a hand to your mouth to try and hide your laugh as you remember the video. Jun turns to you with amusement painted over his features, and he points at you with his thumb, “See? She’s just giggling from the thought of it.” 

“It was funny!”

“You sadist.”

“I am not a sadist!” You exclaim, and Mingyu purses his lips. He turns his head away and takes a sip of water, while Minghao takes a bite of chicken. You squint at the two, before turning to Jun and seeing him also avoiding eye contact with you. “I’m not!” 

“Anyways…” Jun begins, and you roll your eyes. He chuckles and pats your head before continuing, “Aiya was kinda like yn, in a way. She laughed over silly things, and made good jokes, so the atmosphere was nice.” 

Your mood drops slightly, and you turn away. Mingyu changes the subject by bringing up the time he saw you painting a meme of kermit on a canvas, and you laugh at the memory. Jun turns to glance at you when he hears your laugh, and he smiles softly at you. 

Minghao bites the inside of his cheek, wondering when the two of you will finally realize that you’re a perfect match so that the pain on both sides will stop. He’s the middle ground, with him knowing that you love Jun, while also being able to tell that Jun is in love with you based on the fact that everyone he goes on dates with is so oddly similar to you. He just questions whether the two of you will be able to realize that fact.

And with that, Minghao smiles, holding up the remote to turn on the TV. “Well, let’s watch a movie.” 

Your head is laid over a sleeping Mingyu’s lap as you drunkenly listen to Aiya and Jun laugh together. You open and close your eyes slowly, staring up at the colorful lights displayed on the ceiling. You begin to wonder how many shots of soju you had, but you’re unable to come up with an answer when you hear Jun’s angelic laugh across from you. 

The music is loud and it hurts your head. You question how you were able to let the boys convince you to come to the party their friend Jungkook is throwing. However, the answer is simple. Jun gave you that smile of his and outstretched his hand towards you, telling you that he wants you to meet Aiya tonight. You wanted to decline the invite and stay home, maybe have a self care night as you knew you were going to simply have an aneurysm at the thought of Aiya and Jun. The thing is that you can’t ever say no to Jun, so that’s how you’re here now.

At a party you don’t want to be at.

With Jun and his potential new girlfriend sitting right across from you as you try to sleep on Mingyu’s lap because you couldn’t walk straight anymore. You were originally going to get another shot of soju, but Minghao threw you over his shoulder and brought you back to their group, laying you down on the already passed out Mingyu’s lap so that you can just go to sleep instead. It’s not working though, because every few seconds you hear Aiya’s giggle and Jun’s laughter. 

And you hate it.

Aiya’s a nice girl, and you think she’s incredibly beautiful. You don’t blame Jun for wanting to date her, you would’ve gone for her too if you weren’t so hung up over Jun. You’re sure that the two of you would’ve gotten along, but the pain from seeing her and Jun was too apparent that it made it hard for you to try and initiate any close friendship. You don’t think she minds though, as she’s been attached to Jun’s arm the whole time. 

Minghao glances down at you, and he finds you wordlessly staring up at the ceiling. He purses his lips, turning to look at Jun to see him having a pleasant conversation with Aiya. Not even noticing the state that you’re in, let alone care. So Minghao stands up from the couch and bends down beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder. You turn to glance at Minghao, and you see the sad smile on his face. 

“Wanna go home?” He asks you, and you nod your head. He helps you sit up from the couch, but you move too fast, and you feel the alcohol coming back up. Minghao’s eyes widen at the lack of color to your face, “Wait yn-”

You vomit over his shoes, which leads to a chorus of screams from Minghao, and Mingyu waking up to the sound of said screams. Next thing you know, you’re being carried by Jun into the bathroom, and he’s setting you down on the counter. 

“I hope Hao doesn’t hate me.” You mumble as Jun wets a paper towel from under the sink. He lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Hao could never hate you.” 

He begins wiping the area around your mouth, making sure to get rid of all the traces of alcohol. You stare into his eyes as he concentrates on cleaning you up, finding them to be his most beautiful feature even through your drunken haze. Jun feels your intense stare, and he glances up into your eyes, feeling his heart rate quicken slightly. He keeps eye contact with you for a moment, and you wonder if he knows. 

does he know how much i love him? how could he not after all this time? 

Jun looks away first, coughing into his shoulder. He grabs the mouthwash from the cabinet, pouring out a bit into the cap and handing it to you with a soft smile. “Let’s gargle some mouthwash, okay?” 

After you’re sure that you no longer smell of vomit, the two of you step out of the bathroom. You’re about to walk down the stairs when you see doors leading to a balcony down the hallway, so you turn the opposite direction and head towards it. Jun raises an eyebrow, following after you. 

“Yn, where are you going?”

“Fresh air.” 

“You can get fresh air when we head to Minghao’s car. Come on, I’m taking you home.” Jun states, reaching out to grasp your wrist, but you pull your arm out of his grip. Jun’s slightly taken aback, not used to you reacting like that before. However, he blames it on you being under the influence. You open the doors to the balcony and walk up to the ledge, resting your hands on it as you stare up at the stars. 

Jun walks up beside you, turning to glance down at you as you close your eyes. He lets out a breath, seeing how the moonlight illuminates your features. You open your eyes, and Jun frowns when he sees tears fall down your cheeks. He reaches out and grasps your face with both hands, turning you towards him. “What’s wrong?”

You swat his hands away, but Jun refuses to let go. The tears continue to stream past your face, and Jun grows more concerned by the minute. “Yn?”

You close your eyes and push Jun away, and he feels a sense of shock hit him. You’ve never been so physical with Jun, and he’s confused as to why you’re pushing him away now. You glance up at the sky, and at this moment, you wonder if the stars are laughing at your fate. “Did I do something wrong?” 

“No.” You mutter, and Jun tilts his head to the side because he knows when you lie. The two of you are best friends, you know each other's mannerisms now.

“Why are you lying to me?”

“I’m not.” 

“Yn, you’re lying.” Jun states, and you look away. You stare down at the ground over the ledge, watching the sprinklers turn on and begin watering the grass. Jun bites the inside of his cheek, attempting to reach out to you, but you step away. 

“Yn. What did I do wrong-”

“I love you.” You confess, and the words die in Jun’s throat at your confession. 

“I’ve loved you for years, and it hurts to know that you’ll never love me back. It hurts so fucking bad whenever you introduce me to your new fling and I have to put on a fake smile.” You explain, and Jun stands there in silence. He watches as you hurriedly try to wipe away the tears continuing to fall from your eyes, but it’s not working. You let out the most sad smile Jun has ever seen, and he wants nothing more than to take away the pain you’re feeling. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jun asks, and you scoff, turning away and looking back up at the stars. He frowns at your reaction, and you begin to wonder if the stars could ever be brighter than the galaxy in Jun’s eyes. 

“Yn?” You turn to glance at Jun, staring into his eyes, while his trail after the tear falling from your left eye.

You decide that the stars are no rival to Jun’s galaxy. 

“How could I tell my best friend that I love him, when he’s never even noticed me.” You state, and Jun shakes his head frantically at you. You squint at him, and he reaches out to grasp your hand, but you pull away again. 

“Yn-”

“Are you going to tell me that I’m wrong? How am I wrong when all you’ve done since the beginning was introduce me to the people you go on dates with, huh? How am I wrong when you’ve never once caught onto the fact that I love you.” Your sadness slowly turns into anger at the way Jun stares at you in shock. You shake your head, trying to wipe away the tears that continue to fall past your eyes, wondering how many tears you’ve shed for the man in front of you.

Jun just can’t help but stare, feeling his own heart break within his chest at how stupid he is. How he never noticed. How he never admitted that he loved you. How he dated around to try and fill the void in his heart that can only be filled when he’s with you. How is he so stupid?

You cover your face with your hands for a moment, feeling pathetic at the fact that you can’t stop crying. You finally look back up at Jun after a second, and you shake your head at him. You take a step towards him, and point your finger directly over his heart, and look up into his eyes. 

“Despite everything, it’s still you.” You whisper, and Jun’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to think of the words to say. While you just stare into his eyes, the tears continue to fall past your own.

You question whether or not the love and sadness you see in his eyes is just a reflection of your own.

“But it’s not me for you, right?” You ask, and Jun doesn’t respond. He’s internally quaking at the fact that you love him, but you don’t know that.

So you take his silence as his answer, taking a step back, you give him a sad smile. Running a hand through your hair, you turn to walk off the balcony and back into the house. Your hand rests on the doorknob when Jun finally speaks. 

“It’s always been you.” You freeze, hand clutching the doorknob when you turn to look at Jun. The moonlight casts a glow over his skin as he stares at you, and you come to the answer that the love and sadness in his gaze isn’t just a reflection of your own.

“What?” Jun takes a few steps towards you and grasps your hand. You stare down at your connected hands, and you wonder why you pulled away in the first place.

this whole hand holding shit is nice. 

“It’s always been you, yn. I love you, and I’m so, so sorry it took this long for me to finally tell you.” Jun confesses, and now it’s your turn to just stare at him in a shocked silence. “I’m so sorry for all the tears you’ve shed, and all the pain I’ve caused because of my own stupidity.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I- I was stupid. I never thought you would give me the time of day, or-”

“Have you seen yourself?!” You sputter, and Jun shrugs in reply. “You’re the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen! And when I got to know you, I saw you as the most perfect human being.” 

“I just! I didn’t know! I’m stupid yn, you know this.” Jun says with a little laugh, and you can’t help but giggle back, shaking your head at him. Jun lets go of your hand so that he can reach up and grasp your face with both of his hands, wiping away the tears with the pads of his thumbs. 

“So please stop crying. You shouldn’t let yourself cry over me. I’m not as great as you think considering the fact that I couldn’t even tell that the girl I’m in love with loves me back.” Jun mutters, and you let out another giggle, causing him to smile. You shake your head at him, and he leans down, resting his forehead onto yours as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes.

“I’m stupid, and I know this is so long overdue. But if you’d let me, I’d like to take you out on a date.” Jun whispers, and you let out a smile at how ridiculous this all is. Just a minute ago, you were pouring out your heart to this man under the assumption that he didn’t love you back on the balcony of Jungkook’s house. Speaking of Jungkook’s house, you pause when you remember who Jun came with. 

“What about Aiya?” You ask, and Jun purses his lips at the thought of her, and you scrunch up your nose when the action causes him to peck the tip of your nose.

“She kept seeing me take glances at you throughout the night. So when you threw up over Hao’s shoes and saw me immediately stand up, she told me to be with you. She said it was rather upsetting how I go for everyone else when it’s obvious that I only have eyes for you.” Jun mutters sheepishly, and you decide that you do like Aiya. She’s cool.

“She did not lie.”

“Nope, not one bit.” Jun agrees, and you chuckle. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a moment in silence, and Jun leans back so that he can get a glimpse of your whole face. He smiles fondly at the sight of the sparkles in your eyes.

“So, what do you say?” Jun asks, and you find a smile breaking out over your features as you nod your head.

“Yes Jun, I’d love to go out with you.”

“Fucking FINALLY!” You and Jun jump apart at the sudden voice, just to find Mingyu and Minghao standing by the balcony doors, with Minghao holding his shoes in a plastic bag. You mutter out a quiet apology, and Minghao raises his hand up towards you, basically saying that it’s okay. 

“How long have you been standing there?” Jun asks, his hand resting on your waist, and your heart does a a fucking windmill within your chest. 

“Long enough to know that you two stopped being stupid.” Minghao answers, and Mingyu lets out a sleepy smile. You purse your lips at Minghao’s snarkiness, but then remember that you just threw up on his shoes. 

“Anyways, can we head back to my apartment now? I just wanna eat ramen and watch Train to Busan or something.” You and Jun turn to glance at each other before turning back to your two friends. 

“Yeah sure, but you know how yn gets when we watch that movie.” Jun says as the four of you begin walking off the balcony. You pinch his side, causing him to chuckle. 

“It’s not my fault that shit hurted.” You mumble, and Mingyu grins. The four of you walk down the stairs and out of the house after bidding goodbye to Jungkook, who is currently vibing with Taehyung in a corner of the room. 

Minghao glances down at his throw up shoes in the bag, before turning back towards you and Jun, seeing the two of you walking with happy smiles on your faces. When you all finally reach the car and step inside, he lets out a sigh, and the three turn to look at him.

“I guess we have yn throwing up on my shoes to thank.” Minghao jokes, and the three burst into laughter while you profusely apologize for vomiting on Minghao’s sneakers. He pats your head, “It’s okay. You and Jun finally being together makes up for it.” 

Jun tilts his head to the side, “Really?”

To which Minghao turns in the driver's seat to glance at Jun in the backseat beside you, and he shoots him a death glare. “No, that only applies to yn. You owe me new shoes.” 

Jun rolls his eyes, cursing Minghao under his breath as he rests his head onto your shoulder, and you smile softly. You press a kiss to the top of Jun’s head before closing your eyes. Jun closes his eyes as well, a smile displayed on his features.

After a few minutes of silence into the car ride, Minghao glances up into the rearview mirror, just to find you and Jun fast asleep. With his head resting on your shoulder, and your head resting over his head, and he lets out a quiet chuckle. 

You and Jun are finally happy.

And Minghao couldn’t have wished for anything better.

[moon-rapunzel]

Lee Jordan Headcanons

- Left-handed

- He’s really good at drawing, and this one time Fred asked Lee to draw him and Lee drew a dinosaur

- Mom friend (Backstory: The first time Angelina came into the twins and Lee’s dorm she made everyone clean it because it smelt awful then Lee developed a habit for it and soon his mom friendness developed)

- When he laughs he like tosses his head back and almost cackles and wheezes

- His love language is quality time

- He hates soggy cereal (much like me)

- With cream biscuits he eats the cream first then the biscuit because he prefers the biscuit and believes in ‘Eat your least favourite first and your favourite last’

- Good at Astronomy, and points out stars and constellations

- Would really like warheads

- Cries during sad romances and then he sees no one else crying so he hides it and asks why no one else is crying

- His and Angelina are really good friends, they did a lot of bonding over their idiotic boyfriends (they also have friendship bracelets)

- Would totally blast SOUR by Olivia Rodrigo and sing it at the top of his lungs with a lot of emotion while Fred sits in the corner re-thinking everything and scanning through everything he has ever done that may have hurt Lee (sometime Lee’d do it just to freak Fred out) 

- His handwriting is either chicken scratch or amazing, it just depends on his mood

- Real short. Like 5′4

- Appreciates dogs and cats equally and doesn’t take sides, if you ask he’ll say birds or just “Bleh”

- Loves candles and always has one burning in his dorm

- Says he doesn’t fear needles but would very much want a sticker afterwards

- Chugs literally everything he drinks, especially when the twins are around

- He literally cannot take horror movies seriously for the life of him because the whole time he’s wondering how they filmed it, how the actors didn’t laugh and how many bloopers there must’ve been

- He loves strawberries dipped in chocolate

- He loves cookies and cream ice cream with chopped up strawberries

- He accidently swears infront of kids a lot and that’s a big reason kids like him, because they find him cool

- He was bitten by a dog as a kid and used to be afraid of them 

- He has taped glowing stars on his ceiling

- He prefers reading out loud because he hates dead silence

- He’s very straight-forward and it catches people off guard a lot

- Would love M&Ms to the point his S/O is lowkey jealous

- Has a collection of different sock patterns/designs

- Has pierced ears

- Hates squash and eggplant

- Sleeps with a nightlight

- He and his S/O would carve their initials underneat desks in the library after discovering others and on the dorm bedposts

- Tried to make a tea party play with Scabbers and his tarantula

- He’s great with kids and once crouched down for half an hour because a toddler needed help walking so he let the toddler hold his finger and ruined his posture in the process

- Has a bunch of solid colour t-shirts and says he aspires to be a cartoon character

- Paints rocks and talks to them as if they’re his children. He has legit emotional attachment to them and names them

And that’s all that I can think of right now.