#as much as when he's a sinnamon roll

[illiana-mystery]

He really is one cute commander.

[blackfeatherdragon]

my boy is back!

what i love about iii is how much of a sinnamon roll he is.

he would kill for those he cares about

he would die for those he cares about

tron even said that iii would come back from visiting yuma that time specifically because he was kind.

iii ultimately cares so, so much for his messed up family, and wants to see them go back to normal, and is willing to both kill and die to see that through, especially once he hits his breaking point.

and the fact that he ultimately included yuma in the list of people he cares about enough to act as 'the sword and shield' for is just...it's something. it's the natural extension of him trusting yuma to save his family when he could not, iii viewing yuma as his very first friend, and now he's willing to do what it takes to protect yuma, up to and including flinging a sword at mr. heartland and immediately coordinating with yuma/redirecting semimaru's attacks to hit his monsters instead of yuma's to help him in their tag duel.

[incorrectcoldflashblog]

Lisa

Hi, anon! I assume you meant Lisa Snart^^

Sexuality headcanon: Bisexual queen (also, trans!Lisa is basically canon, or at least it is to me.)

OTP: Goldenvibe

BroTP: The Sniblings, of course. Though I do always enjoy Lisa/Barry shenanigans in Coldflash fics!

NOTP: Not sure I have one tbh. Maybe Lisa and Mick? That’s just weird.

First headcanon that pops into my head: So my headcanon for how Len even got the Cold Gun back in Running to Stand Still even though Barry took it from him when he went to prison is that Barry came back to Star Labs with it and Lisa just quietly stole it back on her way out, after Barry had broken the news to her about Lewis and Len. If anybody noticed, they didn’t try very hard to stop her.

Favorite line from this character: “Make me something pretty and toxic. Like me.”

One way in which I relate to this character: I relate to Lisa way too much but especially because I genuinely don’t believe I would’ve survived to adulthood if it wasn’t for my older brothers.

Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: Nothing, really. Her brother is the embarrassing one!

Cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Sinnamon roll.

Thank you so much for asking <3

Send me a character and I’ll answer these

[nogoawaytism]

Okay, so I really like the idea of Silver Bull. (And by "like" I mean it's been burning in my veins for months.)

Oh shit, it's long.

Realistically, it would take quite a long time to fully develop of course. There's Adam's racism towards humans combined with Merc's inability to really open up to anyone who isn't named Emerald. And of course there's always the angle of the two being an all-around toxic pairing, much angst. Buttt since I'm just a sinnamon roll and want everyone to be healthy and happy, I'm going to go for the healthy variety.

(By the way, in my au, Adam and Ilia are the same age as most of the cast. I never really saw the point of making them older and younger respectively.)

Initially, when Adam is forced to spend time around Emerald and Mercury (the HORROR), it's the worst day ever. You could write at least one full season's worth of a sitcom. Emerald and Mercury just do stupid shit to intentionally piss him off. To be clear, it isn't 100% out of malice. The two have some desire to see him cut loose in spite of everything. From seeing how he fights, they know just how dangerous he is, especially towards humans, but even from the start, there's this sort of mutual respect from both parties. I think Adam would be the one to feel attraction first, and he's horrified that he's capable of feeling attracted towards a human. Inevitably, the shells crack over time. Adam and Mercury aren't blind to the softness that Fox can bring out of Emerald, one different than the one Mercury can sometimes evoke. At this point, the concept of a human and a faunus together romantically is such a foreign concept to Adam- obviously it was horribly taboo in Atlas, and it would be highly looked down upon in the White Fang to say the least. Eventually Adam's curiosity gets the best of him, and he asks Fox "What do you see in her? She's a human!" Fox replies "She's more like me than she is different." and elaborates on the similarity of their pasts. Fox also tells Adam "I can tell there's something that's hurting you too. It's buried deep inside, but it dictates your every step. And I don't think I want to force it out of your mind." Adam's understandably kind of freaked out over Fox's semblance, but there is some innate trust because he is also a faunus. They develop a friendship- probably Adam's first friend that isn't in the White Fang. They've gone through hard times. Neither has a living family, and Adam was blinded in one eye, while Fox has never had vision in either.

Eventually, Adam and Mercury do reveal their pasts to one another of their own volition. It's a big turning point in Adam's worldview, it's not like he wasn't aware that humans could be abused, but rather it's hearing a firsthand account of an especially horrific case, one that's honestly quite similar to his own. For the first time, Adam is connected to a human via mutual understanding, albiet a fucked up one. And for once... it's like those racial barriers aren't there. It's a pair of two scared little boys, experiencing something NO ONE should ever experience, looking into a mirror, plenty of visible scars, and even more invisible ones. Suddenly, all of that repressed pain from over the years, channeled away into rage and destruction for a cause bigger than they are- the dam breaks.

They cry. How many years has it been since their eyelashes have gotten spiky with tears? Or their heads hurt, is it from crying? The beatings? The mental strain? Losing their humanity, as they feel it draining from them day after day? How long has it been since their faces have been flushed from raw emotions that haven't been channeled into a fight? Do the once-familiar sensations of hot tears streaking down their faces, running into their mouths and leaving a salty aftertaste in their mouths feel foreign now?

Even with the freedom fighter and the assassin's hard facades, there is no shame in everything coming forth, because he knows, the man across from you knows, did anyone? Did you give up on anyone knowing? Or are they dead because you survived and they didn't? You thought you could move on, did you really? It's in your face now, those prosthetic legs, that charred flesh, hidden away under fabric to avoid rude or frightened stares.

Where do we go from here?

[bitterflames]

uhhh 5 8 9 and 13

5. who is your sinnamon roll fave who everyone loves to hate/hates to love

currently? weirdly fond of prince yu (nirvana in fire). yeah he's corrupt and greedy and just kind of a bitch but he's entertaining about it, which is the important thing. kind of guy who you just wanna see get his shit wrecked but also feel bad for when it happens, if you feel me.

8. what is the fic you want to write/read but can’t because it is too full of Sin

ngl i've been rolling a shan gudao/li lianhua (mysterious lotus casebook) smut scenario around in my brain for a lil while. messy post-shixiong/shidi-betrayal feelings processing while the former's got the latter held prisoner. (dubiously?) consensual but like nasty about it.

(any shame i feel about it is less because Oh No Dark/Sexual Content and more because sgd's writing is uhhhh not great. moustache-twirling villainy with the approximate depth of a paper bag. but also llh cries so prettily over him that i want it to be that deep.)

9. what is the most sinful fic you have ever read/written

ahaha oh god. i'm gonna withhold the fandom/pairing for this one but i did recently read a trashy omegaverse longfic in which the scumbag omega pursues and tries to win back the painfully devoted alpha who'd served him all their lives. just a completely toxic trainwreck that i couldn't look away from. "everyone sucks here, you're both enabling each other's bs and are perfect for each other, just never involve anyone else in what you've got going on" type situation.

(probably not the worst thing i've ever read, actually, but the first one that came to mind. i can't rank all the trash i've read in order of trashiness or we would truly be here all day.)

13. what is your heart-breakingest head canon

i think yue qingyuan (svsss) knows full well deep down shen qingqiu isn't his shen qingqiu anymore by the end of the novel but he's willfully deluding himself this isn't the case (and would continue to do so no matter how much evidence he's presented with). the alternative is just too awful for him.

[squidooopity]

your ocs are so cute oml!! they are literally so adorable and awesome istg- selentia just gives queen and badass vibes while archedal gives sinnamon roll vibes (i kinda feel like he's sweet but also really mischievous, probably comes with him being in queen tet lmao) and i'm all for it!! i would gladly treat them to outings with no complaints whatsoever, i think it would fun hanging out with them!! (Okay maybe with one complaint and that being to not spend too much because i am not alpheratz-)

hopefully i'm not annoying you by sending this!! have a great day!!

Just like how Arche reacted, I'm really happy that you like them.♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠)

“Selen, Selen! Let's go, it means free food!”

“.... Seriously?”

‘This guy... when it comes to anything free, nothing can hold him back.’

[pastlight]

S3E3 nbc hannibal livetweet from 2015

time for Hannibal fucking prepare yourselves

4:01 PM · Jun 20, 2015

ok I lied. NOW I'm going to watch it. sorry I had shit to do first.

6:08 PM · Jun 20, 2015

"Betrayal and forgiveness are best seen as something akin to falling on love."

DONT YOU SAY

6:11 PM · Jun 20, 2015

"Great snakes wrestling and heaving in the dark."

WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN

6:19 PM · Jun 20, 2015

this suit is too much even for you Hannibal

6:25 PM · Jun 20, 2015

"That may have been impulsive."

LITERALLY NO FUCKING CHILL

6:26 PM · Jun 20, 2015

Jack!!!! you're alive!!!

6:29 PM · Jun 20, 2015

I kinda ship them *sweats*

6:32 PM · Jun 20, 2015

[i was talking about Jack and Pazzi]

wait so Will left without telling anyone???

6:33 PM · Jun 20, 2015

what even is Will trying to find there

6:35 PM · Jun 20, 2015

and.. what is that woman doing there....

6:37 PM · Jun 20, 2015

"very close friends"

s u r e

6:41 PM · Jun 20, 2015

HE'S LOOKING STRAIGHT AT THE CAMERA

6:46 PM · Jun 20, 2015

"I've never know myself as well as I know myself when I'm with him."

6:52 PM · Jun 20, 2015

[face jumpscare but honestly? this line merited it]

ok bye Bedelia

6:56 PM · Jun 20, 2015

Will being morally ambiguous is strangely a turn on and I'm going to he'll

6:58 PM · Jun 20, 2015

still kinda ship them *keeps sweating*

7:00 PM · Jun 20, 2015

[this was in reply to the tweet at 6:32]

how tf is that fragile man locked for like 30 years stronger than the girl????

7:01 PM · Jun 20, 2015

brooding antihero with mysterious demeanor I'm the WEAKEST TRASH

7:05 PM · Jun 20, 2015

[this was in reply to the tweet at 6:58]

oh no. ohh no. oh hell no. will dont you dare.

7:08 PM · Jun 20, 2015

GODNIT WILL I TRUSTED YOU BETTER THAN TBIS LOOK AT YOUR TRANSFORMATION

7:09 PM · Jun 20, 2015

"Love."

I SCREAM LIKE A SMALL CHILD

7:10 PM · Jun 20, 2015

NO HANNIBAL, WILL IS LOVE INTEREST NOT FOOD

7:12 PM · Jun 20, 2015

Will's character arc has been??? so good??? just fucking fascinating.

7:13 PM · Jun 20, 2015

Will has gone from Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure to Problematic Fave in 2 and a half seasons

7:15 PM · Jun 20, 2015

Will is the truest Sinnamon Roll

7:16 PM · Jun 20, 2015

even if I didn't have work today I wouldn't be able to sleep bc I'd be thinking about this ep

7:18 PM · Jun 20, 2015

[and now a little relevant commentary from the next day:]

now that I think about it again, I'm really happy w how Hannibal and Will's relationship was handled in the last ep

10:31 PM · Jun 21, 2015

by simply using the world "love" they showed how long ago this ship parted from bromance port

10:31 PM · Jun 21, 2015

it's fucked up and twisted and unhealthy. just like them. this is the closest Hannibal could get to that kind of feeling and relationship.

10:40 PM · Jun 21, 2015

and with Will's character arc? this is ultimate and amazing. I couldn't ask for anything else cause it'd be ooc.

10:45 PM · Jun 21, 2015

BUT I'm still waiting for a nice queer ship. and by that I still mean Preller.

10:47 PM · Jun 21, 2015

[it begins]

[church-of-roche]

once again, you have fallen into my trap, my nemesis!

now that you have foolishly reblogged my post and are obligated to answer my questions - you must reveal all the secrets of yours and your stripes!

that is to say give me roche & ves for ask game

Fine, but only because I am a man of honor. I stay true to my word, even when tricked by foes! 1: sexuality headcanon: Ves: bisexual without a clear preference, although I find your asexual headcanon intriguing so biromantic ace is something I can imagine quite well 🤔 Roche: Definitely bisexual but I am unsure about his attitude about it - either deeply in denial, or gives zero shits.

2: otp: Ves/becoming more vicious than Roche ever was (that thought was put in my mind by a certain fic and is now permanently lodged there sideways) shhhh Rorveth

3: brotp: Ves & Roche. No questions, zero other contenders.

4: notp: Ves / Roche. I don't just see their dynamic that way.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head Ves: I once saw a post that talked about how in Witcher 2 Triss mentions that one of the Blue Stripes has already tried to propose to her (while drunk?), and that person basically said 'wouldn't it be funny if it was Ves?' and yes. I love the idea and stand behind this headcanon. Roche: The church refuses to acknowledge depictions in which our savior is bald.

6: favorite line from this character Ves: Would be the "you're not my father" line but you've claimed that one so I'm going with the "I need your sword, not your dick" line you get when flirting with her, because its high time someone told Geralt that. Roche: Iorveth, a regular son of a whore!

7: one way in which I relate to this character Ves: peace really not working out for who you are as a person Roche: swallowing grief and sadness instead of ever expressing it

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character Ves: nothing? I think? her fashion choices are questionable but I'd do the same thing if I had her confidence and cleavage Roche: He's an awesome character but he has certainly made choices and had his moments. That chaperon is one of 'em.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Ves: sinnamon roll! Roche: Look I love Roche as much as humanly possible but if you call him a cinnamon roll I'm putting you in the silent corner.

[hellspawndoodles]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANLKERHIYU

I am NOT used to getting compliments on my art here (admittedly I don't post that much art on Tumblr outside my Candle Cove sideblog anyway so bweeh)

ANWYWAY brain's going stupid bc I probably need to sleep soon but I have decided to bestow upon you the greatest gift I can.

AN INFODUMP.

So the one with the horns (the one you pointed out) is named Ben Woodhouse. He does not look like that in the main series. In the main series he's 12 years old, kinda-sorta, he's a demon with Really Fucking Strong powers and intense gerascophobia (fear of aging, usually manifests in kids as a fear of puberty) so I think you can figure out what's going on there. He looks like this when we meet him, minus the halo:

Bleh this drawing's not that good, it's a few months old at this point.

Also yes I gave him the same last name as the main character in Rosemary's Baby.

He is actually an adaptation of this pure little cinnamon roll (sinnamon roll? ey? eeeeeey?) from a decade-old creepypasta fan-webcoming:

^This lil guy, the aforementioned cinnamon roll. His name is Ben Rider. He is the Antichrist. He does not like being the Antichrist. This may or may not mean that he's a living portal to Hell depending on how you choose to interpret his bio on the casting call for the official comic dub. He's the most interesting character in the comic and he got sidelined after like 4 chapters/episodes. I am still mad about that.

And HE is an adaptation of Benjamin Lawman, the child from the BEN Drowned ARG. Hilariously enough the comic decided NOT to use the cult angle from said ARG for some reason.

And the big guy? Is Randy Cooper. Literally just a somewhat nicer, Latino-washed version of this guy:

He's also an adaptation from the same webcomic as Antichrist!Ben, specifically of the asshole kid from the Jeff the Killer Cinematic Universe. The webcomic version of him is a traumatized sadboi who was brought back to life by Zalgo and given necromancy and plant powers in the process.

They are my babies and I love them and I think they should kith.

Decided to finalize the post-10 year timeskip epilogue designs for a couple of characters in my webseries. Instead of, y'know, actually working on the first episode. Not done yet, but I'm quite pleased with my boys.

btw these are adaptations of popular creepypasta characters, have fun figuring out who they are if you don't know me irl.

[harrycollins]

I missed my terrible party in Baldur's Gate. I missed my almost lunatic Paladin buddy Ajantis, my OP Sorcerer Baeloth who probably enslaved others to fight for him in his arena, our healer Viconia who might brutally killed a whole family and Xan who constantly brings up how we will die and how life is so hollow.

[solarkindred]

You guys know the canon illustrations of Hogwarts founders?

Yeah I totally disagree with them. And I read a founder’s era fic where Hogwarts was actually built as refuge for this war fought between wixes and muggles. And I’m totally all for that.

So, today I’m going to describe my renditions of the founders.

Salazar Slytherin- A tall, lithe white haired man with handsome and sharp features. His eyes are a striking and vibrant yellow, akin to a snake’s. He’s of pure-blood and noble descent, wearing fine clothing of the highest qualities. His nose is pointed and long, eyebrows sharp and masterfully crafted. His usual attire often consists of flowy long sleeved blouses and tight pants or silk tunics. Salazar was from a high point in society, his parents are what most other nobles call “lunatics” for allowing their son to play in the dirt and own pets such as snakes. He likes plants. A lot. The elixirs master and field medic, along side Helga.

Godric Gryffindor- Another tall man, but he’s much more defined and muscular. A gorgeous blonde with viridescent green eyes, a mask of stubble on his chin. He often has a lopsided grin on his face, always able to brighten up a room with his mere presence. A lovable oaf. By modern terms, he’s a bit of a himbo. He has a certain affection to felines, even has a chimaera mount he rides into battle (he raised it from a cub. His explanation to his success is, and i quote, “As long as it imprints on you, you’re good.”) Terrifying but cute, sinnamon roll. Frontlines and defensive teacher, rune magic knowledgeable.

Helga Hufflepuff- A stout and slightly chubby black girl with hair as wild as wild can get. An immigrant and servant girl to the Ravenclaw family. She’s treated well by her masters, especially by her charge, Rowena. Her friends often ask for portraits of either scenery or themselves, her painting skills are of the virtuoso variety. (does that make sense?) She has a knowledge of poisons and medical applications, sometimes her knowledge coming across as terrifying. Cute but terrifying. Poisons and main medic, stealth/assassins operator.

Rowena Ravenclaw- A raven haired Asian-English noble of moderate height. With a cunning smile and knowing sharp cobalt eyes. Pretends to be knowledgeable about everything but is easily dumbfounded at the most simplest of things. Constantly asks Salazar to explain his snake-speak and Godric to explain his pet chimaera. Rowena prefers to wear expensive furs and layered satin dresses that can somehow pull off the modest style. She’s the woman to flaunt off her riches when she gets the chance to. But can dress extremely modestly when the situation calls for it, situations like war. The strategist of the group.

I have wands for them too, but honestly i feel wand making isnt as refined an art yet during their era. Ollivander lineage is an established “wandsmith” family. Hogwarts comes as the Wix-Muggle War begins and develops (you’d think the wixes would win but boy are muggles resilient) also, yknow the Unforgivables?

Yeah they were forgivable during this time because sometimes you have to get extreme.

Also, muggle-borns are treated foully in the wizarding world due to many suspicions and the community consisted of mostly pure-bloods with occasional half-bloods. Godric being a good example, to me. This claim heavily denies Salazar’s supposed “pure-blood beliefs” but then again some of the things said about famous people are just the projections others push on to them. Two of his friends are half-bloods after all.

[hyuckieslove]

nct ot23 as high school students

taeil:

normally he's really quiet

but he's just so fucking weird when he's with his friends

the type of kid you'd make embarrassing but cute memories with

choir kid with an amazingly powerful voice

really wholesome too

johnny:

weirdly loveable dickhead

gratingly dumb but at least he's cute

stupidly cute at that

makes random dumb jokes in the middle of class that you sadly find funny

used to be one of the dudes that moaned really loudly in middle school

and sometimes still acts that way

make you wonder how you ever had a crush on him

taeyong: 

baby but also mom friend

helps everyone with everything

sometimes takes on too much but somehow handles it in a way that doesn't lead to a total mental breakdown

sweetest person ever.

yuta:

BISEXUAL.

lowkey intimidating with absolutely no filter

but fluffball on the inside

one moment he's the straightest person in the room, next he's trying to make out with mark /srs

so. fucking. flirty.

would ask for your number and say it's for a project/homework or whatever but only text you random and very questionable tiktoks

ig it's his ✨special✨ way of flirting

doyoung:

endearingly annoying nerd

never shuts up during class but somehow always scores really high

LOVES to argue with people *cough* taeyong *cough*

he's on the debate team and absolutely demolishes his opponent

to the point that they cry

has a really tight-knit friend group he's the mom of

secretly really caring

kun:

kun would probably be the one of the smart preppy nice kids

like that one really nice kid who basically adopts you (the new kid) and makes you feel at home

he probably tutors kids in his class or younger for free

everybody (even the teachers) knows and loves him since he brings in baked treats every now and then for no reason at all<3

all in all an absolute sweetheart

ten: 

ten would definitely be one of the artsy, indie kid that is very gay lol

he'd do extra credit projects solely because he's bored and has a ton of ideas

it'd turn out really impressive and would get him double the credits

has impeccable taste in literally everything, esp music and clothes

jaehyun: 

no one knows anything about him but is somehow really popular

rarely talks but when he does everyone, men, women, and neither, alike all swoon

insanely weird but no one notices because he's also insanely handsome

winwin: 

quiet kid

barely pays attention in class but always get really good grades

seems totally innocent

but could kill you if he wanted

always reading books or manga

secret weeb lol

jungwoo:

sinnamon roll

looks super innocent but actually very dirty

his looks and voice just dont match the things he says at all

uwu nevertheless

always really smiley

trys to make you feel better with dumb jokes and cookies when you're feeling down

mark: 

confused™️

either doesn't pay attention

or genuinely trys but forgets a second later because of johnny being a (lovable) dick

legit trys his hardest but ends up getting help from taeyong or kun

takes on too many projects and is lowkey overworked from it

but all of his friends are there for emotional support <3

xiaojun:

he'd also be one of the really sweet smart kids, esp after kun adopted him

trys his best but gets average grades

thankfully has the rest of his friends for emotional support

very musically talented (like seriously, he has the voice of a literal angel) so def a choir/theater kid

lucas: 

funny popular dude who actually super sweet

loud af

makes the most random jokes and has a TON of confidence

the whole school knows him

but also would help you if you dropped all your books and class starts in 3 minutes

the type of dude to sing about beans in front of the whole ass school

hendery:

gamer weeb kid whos always on monster energy no. 1

speaks in tongues (gamer tounges to be specific)

constantly quotes old vines

living meme

but surprisingly smart

and somehow gets 99% on like every test

learning japanese because of anime

says he wishes he was an anime waifu but you can't tell if he's joking or not

renjun: 

renjun is also one the artsy indie gay kids

and he would also spend a lot time with music, either playing an instrument or singing to/with his friends

extremely talented with languages, probs the best scoring french student

he's rlly thoughtful and would also make his friends really pretty drawings of thing they like or stuff that reminds him of them for birthdays

jeno:

wholesome™️

will give anyone a copy of his notes (which are, like really pretty and helpful)

he's a really good student

really introverted too, but has no problem talking to and being nice to people

haechan:

is royalty and knows it.

sassy mini doyoung

is so much like doyoung in many ways but is also out for doyoung's blood

doyoung: breathes

haechan: shut the fuck up asshole im using your toothbrush to scrub yuta's toenails you bitch

unapologetically himself 👑

has superior music taste (beyonce, britney spears, lana del ray, need i say more?)

jaemin:

the kid thats popular solely because hes the nicest person on earth

is friends with 70% of the school but has like 6 really really close friends

joking flirts with his close friends all the time

but panicked gay when they flirt back lol

(that last part totally isnt me 😅)

yangyang: 

gamer weeb kid whos always on monster energy no. 2

probably high on something

dirty minded 12 year old little brother vibes

he's secretly smart and gets good grades but no one would think that because of how dense he acts

does tons of stupid things

but only when he's with his friends

when he's alone he's just unnervingly quiet

shotaro: 

the new kid who's still kinda shy no. 1

really helpful tho

kinda hides behind kun and taeyong

but has a really unique personality once you get to know him

will talk a lot with people he feels comfortable with

but is a great listener too

cinnamon roll

sungchan: 

the new kid who's still kinda shy no. 2

also very chaotic

you would think he's really soft spoken and nerdy at first glance but really he's a lucas in the making

also very good at sports in general, esp basketball, unsurprisingly

once he's out of his shell, and combined with the other members, hell will be unleashed

chenle:

questionably rich weird smart kid

probably is the head of a mafia

has tons of empty monster energy cans in his locker

and only one broken pencil

little brother who plays minecraft energy

jisung:

baby

somehow more clueless than mark

thoughtful tho

extroverted introvert

super shy in public but is a whole new person with close friends

really bubbly and sweet

truly a new soul

[edhellfire]

@scarredfeathers

Once Jewel had closed her eyes, Eddie wasted no time in ditching the gift bag and pulling out the contents that were inside. Jewel couldn't see him but boy could she hear him. Who would have thought a gift bag and some paper could make so much noise. Eddie was a noisy motherfucker and apparently more so when he was excited.

He legitmately tossed the bag, and the paper that was inside, sending them flying across the room. He still hadn't said anything but Jewel could feel him moving. He moved to stand behind her, placing something over her neck and then wrapping something around her waist and tying it behind her. "You're gonna need a mirror." Or, you know, "Or you can look down." To see her Dungeons and Dragons themed apron. It was just a black apron with painted dice on them. On the pockets in the front it had The Hellfire Club logo.

"For when you bake sinnamon rolls. S-I-N."

His comment about her 'gonna fucking freak' when she saw it had a curious eyebrow raised and her smile brightening to match his excited energy. Though she had no idea what to expect, she trusted him enough to close her eyes and be surprised by whatever he had planned.

"Okay I'm gonna close my eyes" She said with a small laugh, before she did in fact close her eyes, tempted to use her hands to cover them too as to not peek, she didn't just tried to hold back her smile all the same.

@edhellfire

[lilac-5ky]

A birthday wish (Kamui x Fem!Reader)

A/N: If any of you have paid attention to my blog, then by this point you must have noticed all about how Kamui is my cherished sinnamon roll. Despite having tons of requests piled up, I could not in good faith skip on his birthday, I just had to write something about him, even if it didn't come out perfect or ideal! Still, I tried my best and without any further ado, Happy Birthday to one of my favorite and cutest characters of Gintama. Happy Birthday Kamui! 🎉

Warning: IT DOES GET A BIT NSFW BUT ONLY MENTIONS OF IT. NO ACTUAL SMUT.

Plot: It's Kamui's birthday and you decide to show him how birthdays are spent in Earth.

bright ray of sunshine. just look at him. so pure and innocent, about to murder some bitches and OKAY I'LL STOP

“Y/N, I’m home!” Kamui’s cheerful tone greeted you the second he pushed the door open.

It had been so long since he’d last visited you in Edo, always chasing after the next big thrill, an opponent who’d excite him. He rarely had time for you these days, but on days like this, one should always spend time with the people close to them. Kamui may not be an earthling like you. Even so, spending such a day together with him was important to you, considering it was his birthday, the first birthday you’d be celebrating with him as his significant other.

You didn’t have much time to prepare for this, considering you only found out about your boyfriend’s birthday through Abuto’s daily ramblings. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have the slightest clue about what today meant for Kamui. As much as he loved to talk about his fights and his journeys, to your dismay, he never really talked about his past or himself. From his family background to his innermost thoughts, even after a year of dating him, there was so much you didn’t know about him.

Still, no matter how much time it took for him to open up, you’d be waiting for him. Besides, you were the one he had chosen, a mere earth weakling that had captured his interest, and hopefully, heart. Perhaps you wouldn’t be able to get him to share certain things with you just yet, but as his partner, the least you could do was help him have an enjoyable time during his birthday.

“Y/N, I said I’m hoooome!” He said again with a louder voice as he searched through the rooms for you.

Once you managed to light the final candle of the cake, you hurried outside of the kitchen with the platter resting your hands. You had no idea what kind of cake he’d enjoy, but, Kamui had never been a particularly picky eater. The boy was keen to Edo’s cuisine and would probably enjoy whatever it was that you served him, as long as it was made from you and wasn’t completely inedible.

“Oh, there you are-” Kamui waved, but before he could finish his sentence, his eyes fell on the cake.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Kamui, Happy Birthday to you!” You sung, offering the platter closer for him to blow the candles. However, rather than doing that, he found himself looking at you with a puzzled expression.

“That was a rather nice tune, Y/N. This cake also look delicious but… what is the meaning of these torches on top of it?” Kamui asked, pointing at the candles with his index.

What? He was kidding right? There is no way he didn’t know what to do, right?

“These aren’t torches, they are candles, and this isn’t just a cake, it’s a birthday cake! When it’s your birthday, you get a special cake with lit candles on top. If you make a wish while blowing them, your wish will come true. Now hurry up, before they melt!”

He still appeared to be intrigued, but decided to go along with your whim anyways, leaning closer to the cake before blowing all of the candles at once.

“Blowing on candles to grant wishes… humans are far more fascinating than I thought.” He exclaimed, a winsome smile on his lips as he dipped a finger into the cake. Once he got a considerable amount of cream, he brought it to his lips, a delighted hum following after he had licked it clean. “Your culinary skills keep improving, Y/N!” He praised you, repeating the same motion, while you held the platter still for him.

Kamui seemed to be content with eating the dessert bite after bite, using his bare fingers to scoop it up. You were looking at him, part of you happy that he seemed to enjoy it so much, while another part of you kept wondering whether you should offer him a plate or something. It wasn’t really surprising for him eating with such gluttony, but even so, it wasn’t what normal people were supposed to do. But, then again, Kamui never belonged to the 'normal people' category to begin with, and so, you let it slide.

“Would you like some?” He asked, offering his finger to you.

Before you could say or do a thing, he pressed it against your lips, smearing cream all over you. He gave you no choice, and so, reluctantly, you opened up, taking his finger inside your mouth. Kamui pushed it about halfway in, giving you room to twirl your tongue around it so that you could taste it properly. He was right, you had really outdone yourself this time.

“Isn’t it really good?” He asked, tilting his head in amusement.

You nodded, as you kept sucking it clean. Yet only after he pushed his finger deeper in your mouth, did you realize how perhaps his intentions weren’t as innocent as his smile was. Widening your eyes, a gasp escaped your now parted lips as you tried to push his finger out with your tongue. The boy tilted his head back, your reaction inducing a hearty chuckle from him. How could he be taunting you this shamelessly?

“I thought so.” Kamui retrieved his finger, oblivious to the glares you were shooting his way.

While you tried your best to come up with a reason as to why you shouldn't throw the cake to his face - the number one reason being that you'd rather not infuriate someone who could break your entire body with a single movement-, Kamui kept picking onto the cake, until nothing but the mere platter remained. Once he was done, you excused yourself to the kitchen, all the while attempting to calm your nerves down.

“My, don’t run off like that! I have more questions you know.” Kamui pouted, following you to the kitchen.

“ Questions? Like what?”

“Like… what other things do earthlings do on their birthday?” He asked, propping himself on top of the counter, his eyes on you the entire time.

“Hmm… Other than cake, usually you spend them with the people close to you. Your family and friends gather up and they bring you gifts and then you celebrate together. But you can also go out, restaurants and stores tend to give freebies on your birthday.”

“I see…” He exclaimed, his smile dropping from his lips ever so slightly at the mention of the word 'family'.

“Kamui, haven’t you celebrated your birthdays with anyone before?”

Your question caught him by surprise. Usually, you wouldn’t be as daring, however seeing his blue eyes darken, you couldn’t help but wonder why. Even if he wasn’t on great terms with his family, surely he would have some fond memories from his childhood, right?

He took a minute to reply, contemplating to himself, before flashing a rather forceful smile at you.

“I wouldn't say I have. Yato have no need to celebrate reaching another year closer to their death. If you spent every day on the battlefield claiming lives like we do, it would also be some sort of birthday, don’t you think? Your opponents might fall, but you get to live another day, each day becoming stronger than the day before. Now that is something worth celebrating.”

Well… you couldn’t exactly argue with his logic. When he brought it up like this, birthdays sounded rather grim. It wasn’t even surprising for him to have such a dark approach, even when the topic of discussion was something as joyous as birthdays. But… despite his ever sunny disposition, upbeat tone and cheerful smiles, you could tell that he was being far from honest with you. Still, that was enough for now, pressuring him would do no good. You were far from satisfied with his answer, but all you could do was nod, forcing a sympathetic smile for his sake.

“But, Y/N, you mentioned something about gifts, right? So where is it?”

“Where is what?”

“My gift, of course.”

His gift… His gift!?! You had barely managed to buy the ingredients needed for the cake. Buying a gift for him had completely slipped your mind! If only Abuto had told you faster, if only Kamui had told you, if only you were a psychic. Now he’d be so disappointed and all because of your forgetfulness. Good job, Y/N, you had totally blew it.

“I… there is no gift.” You admitted in defeat. “Abuto only told me about your birthday yesterday, I didn’t have enough time… I’m so sorry, Kamui.” Unable to face him, you lowered your head before him.

“In that case,” He paused, jumping onto the floor. Taking a couple of steps, he walked closer to you, a mirthful grin across his lips. “How about you become my gift for the day, Y/N?”

At once, you looked up at him, feeling heat rise up your cheeks. He couldn’t possibly mean that you…? Surely, he’d never been subtle when it came to you getting down and dirty, but to be demanding such a thing all of a sudden was too much, even for him. But then again, it was your fault that you hadn’t been able to get him a proper birthday present in the first place. You had to pay for your mistake and if that’s what it took, then perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad.

“I accept…” You spoke in a raspy voice, batting your eyelashes as your fingers hitched up to the hem of your kimono, pushing the fabric off your shoulder.

“We should get going then! I’m really curious to find what those freebies you mentioned are all about. I’ll entrust you with it, so make sure to show me all of the things you earthlings do on birthdays.”

His words managed to surprise you once again. You felt so ashamed! To even think that he had such a pure goal in mind, yet there you were, about to throw yourself at him.

“Perhaps you wanna get changed first? Do you need help with this?” He asked you, momentarily glancing down at your bare skin. Maybe your thoughts weren’t too far fetched, after all.

Once Kamui understood that you had no intention of doing so, he let you drag him outside of the door, the two of you leaving your apartment before things escalated any further.

There were only a few things Kamui loved more than fighting, and most of the time, one could round those things up to a proper meal. Or two. Or even three. It didn’t matter how the boy had finished the entire birthday cake in one go. Kamui was still a Yato, and as a Yato, his appetite remained ever insatiable. Taking him out for lunch, would probably resonate more with him than anything else would, and so, you made up your mind.

Your first destination for the day was the local food market. At this time of the day —near afternoon— there weren’t many stalls left open, but luckily, everyone seemed willing to appease you the second you mentioned that it was your boyfriend’s birthday. Perhaps, his infectious smile was enough to convince them, you thought to yourself. Despite his nature as a tenacious fighter, a descendant of one of the strongest clans in the universe, Kamui’s youthful appearance seemed to be working in his favor. Even the stingiest store owners bent to his will, quick to give the two of you everything he asked for, while returning the smile. Part of you found the whole endeavor hilarious, but you kept this to yourself. Kamui seemed to be enjoying himself, and that’s all that mattered.

After visiting the third vendor, you had pretty much given up on eating, the different tastes causing a ruckus in your stomach. Much to his appreciation, you did hand your portion over to him, only contributing to his ever increasing haul. From free dango to free yakisoba, at the end of your stroll, Kamui seemed rather pleased by the loot the two of you had accumulated. If you were to be honest, this felt more like a trick or treat than an actual birthday time.

While strolling, Kamui held onto the bags, allowing you to briefly explain what each of the delicacies were. Some, he’d had tried before, while others were entirely new flavors to him. Despite that, his reactions remained all the same, his smile never dropping from his face while devoured the contents of each bag. Had it been anyone else, you might have found yourself disgusted by their eating habits, but when it came to watching Kamui’s cheeks puff up with every bite, all the sounds he was making upon tasting each of his treats, you couldn’t help but squeal to yourself. He looked so endearing to you like that.

“As expected, Y/N, you didn’t disappoint. Whenever I visit Edo, I wish I could stay longer.” He muttered once he had finished eating.

“For me, or for the food?” You asked, chuckling at his exclamation.

“Who said I don’t consider you a treat?” The way he so earnestly said that, was enough to make your heart skip a beat at the sudden compliment, making you feel as if you had placed a finger into a socket.

Even when you were having an internal melt down, Kamui kept on walking forward, not minding your reaction. You silently followed behind him, until eventually his steps came to an halt. He was looking at something very intently, and once you reached him, you could tell why; the object he was looking at was a photo booth.

“What is this thing?” He asked, a curious expression on his face as he leaned his head. As far as you were aware, he shouldn’t have seen or done such a thing before, and that was exactly why the two of you running into one of these was ideal! At least, he wouldn't be able to argue about never having celebrated a birthday afterwards, not when there'd be proof.

“This is what we’ll do next! It’s called a photo booth, you can take pictures inside of it and sometimes, there are also props included. It’s so much fun!” You said, masking your intentions with excitement.

Kamui still seem a bit puzzled, but curiosity ended up getting the best of him. He made his way inside without asking any more questions, you following him shortly after.

There wasn’t much room for the two of you to sit comfortably inside the booth, yet that would do, for now. Inside, you found a basket full of hair pieces, masks and other accessories hanging from below the screen. Kamui let you be the one to handle things, observing your every move in awe, just like a child would. You went through the entire basket, looking to find the perfect props, until your eyes landed on a pair of cat ears and you came up with the perfect idea.

“Here, put these on!” You urged him, handing him the ears along with a paw stick for him to hold. He didn’t seem too sure about it, but went along with it anyways, his curiosity turning to amusement as he held onto them.

“I didn’t know humans enjoyed doing planet Catnip cosplay. I hear their King can barely get it up, or at least that's what Abuto says. He does seem to have an extensive knowledge when it comes to genitalia.” Kamui admitted, looking at his reflection in the screen and then at you. His inappropriate comments would have made you roll your eyes, but at the time, you couldn’t focus on anything other than the way he looked. To think that someone as strong and fearful as him would look this cute!

"Did you even know that they are supposed to look like thorns?" He went on, adjusting the ears until they fit just right.

“I guess so?” You replied as you tried your best to push the image of an old cat man's limp dick off your brain. Even if you didn't want to think about it, the more he kept talking about such things, the harder it was for you to focus on putting your own cat ears on.

Once you were set, you placed a couple of coins into the machine, selecting the correct picture format, before finally leaning back towards him. The countdown on the screen begun and before you could explain anything to the boy, you threw one arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer to you. Flashing a smile for the camera, you held your own paw in front of it, urging him to follow suit and then…

Snap!

The whole thing was over in mere seconds, and soon, the two of you had left the props along with the booth behind, patiently waiting outside for the pictures to be printed. You had ordered two copies of each picture, in the rare event Kamui wanted to commemorate that day as well.

It didn't take long for them to be ready, and once they were, you were more than satisfied with the result. As expected, his natural smily expression was enough to illuminate every image, while the cat ears only added to his boyish charm. This was the first time you were taking a picture of him and truthfully, it couldn’t have turned out any more perfect than that.

After looking at them for a while on your own, he pitched in, gleeful exclaims as he went through all of them one by one.

“This is yours, by the way. I got two copies just in case.”

Although he hesitated for a moment, Kamui ended up accepting, grabbing his own copy from your hands. Taking a final look at it, he smiled to himself, before stuffing it inside his jacket. Once that was over and dealt with, the two of you went back to strolling through the streets of Edo, aimlessly walking side by side, until Kamui suddenly stopped in the middle of a street.

“I have celebrated my birthdays before, but it’s nothing worth remembering. That’s fine by me. But, today, I had so much fun, Y/N. The land of Samurai keeps surprising me with every visit and so do you. That’s why, my wish was to spend next year’s birthday with you too.”

His sudden declaration caught you off guard. You had suspected as much, birthdays weren’t an Edo exclusive concept, and he seemed rather uncomfortable earlier. Making sure he would at least have some happy memories on this day with you, was all you wanted to do. However, when you realized that he had revealed his birthday wish to you, a part of you couldn’t help but panic.

“You aren’t supposed to share your birthday wish with others! Now it won’t come true!”

“Oh, is that so?” Kamui asked, entertained by your expression. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know, after all, you were the one who had forgotten to mention this one tiny detail.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I never believed in wishes, anyways. Who has the time to sit around waiting for things to happen instead of making them happen on their own? So… don’t worry about it. As long as you are mine, I’ll make it so that every birthday is celebrated with you.”

His words felt comforting to hear. Knowing Kamui, you knew that there was no way he’d let anything stand in the way of his wants. Superstition or not, there was no doubt in your heart, the two of you would get to spend together many more birthdays to come.

“So, what now?”

“Is there anything you’d like to do?”

By the time you were done with your little food expedition and the photos, the sun had disappeared from the sky, a mellow purple shade sprawling past the clouds. Soon, it’d get dark, and while there were many night activities you could engage into, perhaps it’d be wiser to let him dictate the rest of the evening, birthday boy and everything.

“There is still room for dessert.” He said in a rather serious tone, one you wouldn't expect from him.

“But you ate so much birthday cake and then all the stuff at the market-”

Kamui shushed you by grabbing your wrist, forcing your body along with your thoughts to an halt. Holding onto it, he took a couple of steps closer until he was standing right in front of you, his bright blue eyes peering into yours. Rather than talking, he kept looking at you for a bit, his gaze traveling down to your lips and then up to your eyes. Even though he didn’t say a thing, you could feel his demand as he kept pressing harder onto your wrist, his thumb merely rubbing circles across your skin in a surprisingly gentle manner. The contradiction in his movements was enough to send shivers up your spine, your body turning stiff to his touch. That was such an unexpected turn of events.

For him to be acting like this, it certainly wasn’t a first. Throughout the day he had managed to tease you on more than one occasions- be it mostly due to his obliviousness-,however this time, there was something different. Perhaps it was the way mischief was clouding his otherwise innocent smile, or maybe, it was because of the way he looked at you, a set of blue flames that burned with silent desire. Whatever the case was, Kamui had managed to capture you entirely, be it your body or mind, your entire attention falling to him and him only.

“Wouldn’t you agree that saving your favorite dessert for last, is what makes every day more exciting?”

You were about to ask him what he meant, when he brought your hand closer to his face, his parted lips ghosting over your knuckles before, finally, planting a soft kiss on top of them. Even then, he kept his eyes glued to yours, making sure that you were watching his every movement.

“It’s been too long since I last feasted on your body, Y/N. So long that I can’t help but wonder, how much sweeter you must have gotten.” Kamui said once he let go of your hand completely, each word of his firing warning signals in your brain.

He wasn't wrong, it had been a rather long time since you'd last been intimate with one another, but even so, you were still in public! You were still standing in the middle of the street were kids played 'kick the can' and elderly people had their evening strolls. What would they say if he heard him talk like that?

“So what do you think? Shall we go back, or are there more things earthlings do on their birthdays for me to see ?” As if snapping out of a trance, he squinted his eyes, his typical elated expression returning back to his face.

Without awaiting your answer, Kamui went back to walking, acting as if he hadn’t just talked all about how he wanted you to spread your legs for him. But then again, that was Kamui for you, a man who could ask you to go down on him with the same ease he’d ask for an extra scoop of ice cream or even kill an enemy. There was no filter to his personality or words, a fact that if anything, added to his charm.

After all this time of dating him, you could never break free from this charm of his, merely tagging along behind the boy no matter what he did or said, as if you were utterly bewitched. Even now, your mind failed to pay attention to what he was talking about, while you followed in his tracks, too busy to concentrate on anything other than depicting all the inappropriate scenes that were sure to follow, should the two of you reach your apartment.

Perhaps failing to buy a birthday gift for him, had worked in your favor, after all.

A/N: Hopefully this didn't turn out horrible. My brain is mush, just like reader-chan, I only realized what day it was this morning and I had to push everything to the side, coming in for the last minute clutch. Still worth, and that's all for today!

*goes back to simping for Shinsuke*

[felixillyrius-bnha-trash]

One of my favorite characters has to be Geten.

He's just so soft looking, with all of his angelic features. He looks so gentle and sweet. I actually think he's the only male who gets drawn with lower lashes, and it just adds to the youthful soft features. Also, (based on his comparison to characters with canon heights) he is only about 5'3". He us young and small and pretty and soft and in the end it just makes him really cinnamon roll looking.

But then you remember he is also a goddamned demon who probably clawed his way straight up from from depths of hell because look at this fucking goblin who honestly struggles to look threatening because of how pretty he is but will definitely bite your fingers off if you get too close.

And he is an absolute force of fucking nature and one of the most powerful characters in the entire series (totally unbiased.)

But he's still so soft. It's like a cat. Cats are small and cute and soft but they are actually apex predators born and bred to be killing machines and we think it's cute when they chirp at prey and stuff and act on other murderous instincts.

Except Geten is not a cat. He doesn't bring you dead mice on occasion. No, he brings you the skulls of your enemies and does so with a big smile.

Everyone talks about Izuku and Ochako being the cinnamon rolls who are actually sinnamon rolls but the number one for that spot is actually Geten.

I just really love him ok. I vibe so much with the feral ice gremlin in the skin of something so cute and innocent looking.

He's totally the character who does something terrible and just smiles and bats his eyes and gets away with everything because "How dare you accuse this literal angel of any such thing" (in a horrified, offended voice.)

Especially since I HC him between Himiko and Tomura age wise, making him 18/19.

He is the baby of the MLA who can do no wrong even though he did everything.

He could totally take off his parka and walk into a hero agency and they'd be all "aww, look how innocent this kid is" before he straight up commits mass murder like for real, he could probably get away with just about anything before the heroes knew his face as a member of the PLF.

What's that meme? "Don't touch that knife, there could be fingerprints." As he's mid stab. Yeah, that's Geten.

He is fully capable of killing you, so don't try to give him head pats no matter how tempting if you value having all of your limbs.

[aphrodite-made-me-write-it]

Take My Breath Away

(A/N) so that first fic did pretty okay! here’s another natasha fic bc i have literally dozens just sitting around in my google docs bc i really didn’t think i’d ever post them anywhere but now i have this beautiful garbage can here and all you lovely little trash pandas! thank you so much for all the comments they were so sweet!! while i finish up my Long AF Diana Fic, I’ll try to post some shorter imagines i have shoved aside somewhere. Might open to requests soon, but no promises bc that diana fic really do be taking up all my hyperfixation... anyway, thank you guys sm i hope you like this one even if it’s not as intense as my 5+1 fic!

Rating: T (bc I swear a lot and cannot help myself)

Warnings: The overdone “I’m Sick And Refuse To Admit It” trope; pretty much entirely fluff; very little plot; weirdly enough i wrote this before the pandemic hit and i cant help wondering if that was god telling me to stop being a useless lesbian but oh well i left that bitch on read; another reader w fire powers bc i guess i was feelin like burning shit during this particular time

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 3,726

Synopsis: Natasha has the flu and to avoid her wrath, the Avengers decide to go on a top secret mission. Unfortunately, either because you’re the newest member of the group or because Natasha always seems to fixate on you, you’re tasked with staying behind and taking care of her. You may have bitten off more than you can chew.

this is my fav gif of her god damm get u a girl whos a cinnamon roll AND a sinnamon roll

“So is there a reason you guys are sneaking out on your missions so late?” You ask Steve, who looks over your shoulder with a shadow of fear and guilt. “And you’re leaving me behind?”

You had coincidentally been training later into the evening than planned. You were just exiting the gym when you saw Wanda and Peter tiptoeing down the hall as if they were a pair of school children trying to sneak into the kitchen for late night snacks. You followed them to the docking bay, where the quinjet was already firing up and ready to leave.

“Not you,” Steve shakes his head, lowering his voice to a whisper. “We’re leaving Natasha. She’s got a cold and refuses to take it easy. Wanda slipped her some NyQuil so we could have a few hours to prep and leave.”

“You’re scared of Natasha with a cold?” You scoff, and his grave expression makes your laughter die down quickly. You frown. “She hates me, Steve. I’ll probably be dead by the time you come back!”

The blonde rolls his eyes, a smile pulling at his lips. “She doesn’t hate you. You’ll be fine.”

“The entirety of the Avengers is running away from her, I really don’t think she’ll go easy on me because I’m new.”

“She’ll go easy on you because, when Nat’s got a cold, she’s miserable.” He places a comforting hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Trust me, (Y/N), you’ll be fine. Besides, the place we’re going doesn’t do well with… well, fire.”

“But Carol is going!” You whine and he laughs.

“Carol can’t set an entire building on fire at the drop of a pin. Just stay here and make sure Nat doesn’t get too dramatic.”

You relent, at last, with a defeated sigh and watch the others load onto the jet before leaving into the starry night.

Cowards, you think bitterly to yourself before returning inside.

-

You’re in the kitchen when Natasha slumps against the counter, her already pale skin a sickly pallor. Her nose is red, and you can tell by the way she sniffles that she can’t breathe out of it at all.

You finish fixing yourself a cup of coffee, feeling her tired gaze following you as you do so. 

“Where’s everyone?” She asks, her voice far huskier than usual, and to be honest it’s weirdly hot but you decide to shove that thought deep down.

“Out,” you answer, finally meeting her gaze. Her eyes are watery, and you suddenly feel a pang of guilt at fighting Steve so hard on staying here. She doesn’t seem so bad. Yet. “They snuck away last night. Told me to keep you out of trouble.”

“Cowards,” she starts, then immediately launches into a hard coughing fit. You set aside your mug and quickly get a glass of water. The redhead eyes you skeptically before accepting it, and you suddenly feel like you’re treading on thin ice. “I don’t need a sitter.” She growls after taking a long gulp of the water.

You snort. “Nurse, more like. You look like shit, Romanoff.”

“Fuck you,” Natasha looks longingly at the coffee machine. 

“Mm, not a fan of whatever cooties you’re infected with.” You tease, and to your absolute delight a blush spreads across her cheeks. “But the offer is definitely noted.”

“I hate you,” Natasha croaks, then goes back to chugging the water. 

“Well, hate me or not, I’m taking care of you, so you better get used to it.” You reach across the countertop to feel her forehead, and the action causes the redhead to stiffen so much you fear she’s turned to stone. Sure enough, she’s blazing hot - which, honestly, for you to feel her fever despite your powers, that’s a cause of concern. “Geez, how long have you been sick?”

“I’m not sick,” she sounds incredibly congested, despite her protests, and you let out a series of ‘tsks’. She hasn’t ripped your arm off yet, so that’s definitely a good sign. You retract your hand and hum thoughtfully.

“I’ll go to the drugstore and get you some cold medicine. Maybe some gatorade, too. And orange juice - I mean, unless you want what’s in the fridge?”

Her nose wrinkles. “I’m not drinking that pulp shit. Stark has a one way ticket to Hell for that.”

You snort in agreement. “Fair enough. Any other requests before you’re condemned to quarantine?”

“Quarantine?”

“I’m not catching your germs,” you repeat, to which Natasha rolls her eyes.

“You’d only be so lucky,” she mutters bitterly. 

“I’m gonna go get that medicine. If you aren’t either in the shower or in bed by the time I get back, I will have to use force,” you warn, though it’s a playful enough threat that Natasha almost smiles, before launching into a rather difficult sneezing fit.

Is it weird to find someone’s sneeze cute?

With this, you down your coffee and make for the elevator. You hear Natasha call your name, and pause mid-step.

“Can you, uh, get a new thermometer? Danvers ruined the last one.”

You nod, snorting at the memory of Carol suffering a cold herself and absolutely refusing to not go on missions. It’s hard to argue with someone who can rival even your own fire-based abilities, and, well, she was, technically, a Captain so there’s very little room for argument.

-

When you return, Natasha is not in her room, nor is she in her private shower. Groaning, you scour the Compound for her until, finally, locating her in the gym. She’s punching the hell out of one of the training dummies but she lacks her usual determination; her punches sloppy and her body drenched in sweat.

Look, you’re no doctor, but that cannot be healthy.

Especially with how hard she’s wheezing and stumbling.

You hurry over to her, and quickly realize that she’s shivering. It’s like she’s a goddamn chihuahua, a near-steady vibration rolling through her body when you reach out to grab her arm before she can swing another punch at the training dummy that’s hardly twitched since you’ve entered.

“Got- cold. Needed…” Natasha takes a long swig from her waterbottle. “Warmth.”

“Jesus, you’re going to kill yourself if you keep pulling this shit.” You don’t hide your genuinely worried tone, nor do you hide your irritation. “You aren’t stupid. What the fuck, Romanoff?”

Natasha turns to glare at you, but the effect is lost when she looks so pale and weak. You sigh, trying to keep your tone even as you offer something you don’t think you’ve ever imagined offering Natasha Romanoff.

“I can raise my body temperature. If you wanted to be warm, you could have waited for a literal human space heater.”

Okay, maybe that’s not really an ‘offering’, but it’s in a tone that wouldn’t make her totally weirded out. At least, that’s what you’d like to tell yourself. Thankfully, she seems to understand, and though she appears reluctant, she does step a little closer to you. You try to resist rolling your eyes as your arms snake around her waist, pulling her flush against you. You allow the heat that always boils just below the surface of your skin to manifest slowly, warming up your body as you keep Natasha’s against it.

Natasha once again feels as though she’s become stone, but she slowly relaxes into the awkward hold; her own hands tentatively make their way around your lower back. After another few moments, she hums, and melts into you.

“Wow, that’s nice,” she murmurs, moreso to herself than you. 

You laugh softly. “See? I’m good for something.”

The recollection of your last argument makes her freeze once more, and you’re worried that she’s going to push you away - or worse. She doesn’t, however. Instead, her face falls into the space between your shoulder and neck.

“You’re good for lots’ve things,” she mutters, and you realize that her voice has become quite groggy and sluggish.

“C’mon, you gotta take your medicine before you go back to sleep,” you urge, your tone becoming soft. 

If Natasha notices the unusual tone, she doesn’t comment. She nods into you, and allows you to lead her out of the gym and into the kitchen once more, where you’d placed your bag of goodies.

After encouraging her to take the cold medicine, you put the new thermometer between her plump lips and wait. Her eyelids droop dangerously as she patiently waits, and you’re a little ashamed to say the sight makes your stomach flop pleasantly. 

The digital thermometer beeps, and you have to do a double-take on the number. You have to give Natasha several minutes of encouragement to take a shower before going back to sleep, but to your utter astonishment she does give in - and in just three tries! This, perhaps, is among the most worrying of symptoms.

Once she’s showered and changed into new pajamas, you’re ready to leave her to sleep when her voice, very quiet now, calls out:

“Wait, I need…” Her hesitation causes you to turn around, an eyebrow arching in confusion. “I’m cold,” she finally says, though her tone is a little off. 

You swallow thickly, all thoughts of cooties leaving your mind like they hadn’t been there at all as you move to lay next to her. Truthfully, you aren’t tired at all, but you think that makes this all the more terrifying; you’re just going to lay here, Natasha cuddling with you, for hours while she recovers from a cold-medicine-induced coma? Shit. 

She’s never been this nice to you before. It’s always hard-comments, witty banter - nothing like this. This tenderness - it’s foreign, and you daresay it’s making it impossible to deny your attraction to her.

Still, as guilty as it makes you feel, you cherish this weird moment of softness. Natasha’s body curling against your own, letting you wrap your arms around her and focusing on a steadying warmth for the girl in your arms.

“Thanks,” she whispers, almost inaudibly against your collarbone. Your head is spinning wildly.

Has this always been there, you wonder?

You’ve definitely been attracted to her from the start - that’s undeniable. She’s the Black Widow - one does not simply wear skin-tight bodysuits unless they are confident in their appearance. And, wow, does she deserve that confidence. 

But this is different.

It’s weird. That’s all you can really sum it up to. It’s weird. Natasha curled around you, red-nosed and sniffly, acting like you’re all she needs in this world.

You want to fucking punch every single damn Avenger.

-

The next several days follow much the same pattern; you keep Natasha in bed, drinking plenty of fluids and eating enough of your homemade soup that you’ve just started improvising in ways to keep her entertained. Her fever hasn’t gone down by much, but she’s becoming a little more coherent. She’s admitted to spending a lot of time in the gym before Rogers condemned her to your care, and /that, you suspect, is a primary cause of her condition being so shitty.

And, for once, she’s civil. No snide comments, no crude remarks - nothing. Just… a normal woman, as she would be with the rest of the Avengers. You wonder, briefly, if you’ve somehow earned your place on the team in her eyes simply by taking care of her, but you also aren’t entirely sure why her opinion has changed so abruptly.

Not that you’re complaining.

Natasha and you have been binge-watching shows left and right, and in this time you’ve come to appreciate - and even /enjoy - her presence. Her laugh.

Tonight, you’ve turned to a Russian stew recipe you’d found online; Natasha has turned on some old detective movie, black-and-white, that she’s been claiming to be “The greatest cinematic experience you will ever have in your life.” 

She has said that about most old movies she’s gotten you to watch, and thus far you are unconvinced.

“I just can’t get over the incredibly oppressed homosexuality of these men. Or the way the cinematic industry portrayed any heterosexual couple, ever-” 

To which Natasha would almost always groan dramatically, and the action was so damn adorable that you end up letting her pick another classic film just to see it again.

You definitely hadn’t expected her eyes to fill with tears after the first few spoonfuls.

Your mind immediately runs into overdrive. As another woman, you should probably be better at these things - but, honestly, you’re shit at cheering people up, so you aren’t sure what to do here at all. Cheering up the average gal wasn’t always so difficult, but cheering up Natasha? 

Fucking hell. Might as well be fighting a dragon blindfolded.

“Uh- is it really that bad?” Is the idiotic shit that spews out of your mouth instead of any well-thought-out sentence.

To your relief, she lets out a watery chuckle. “No! It’s- it’s great.” She looks down at it, a rare smile playing at her lips. “It just reminded me of Russia, is all.”

“Oh,” it leaves you in a breathy sort of exhale. There’s a pregnant pause before you ask, “Do you… miss it?”

Her green eyes turn to you with a heated sort of intensity that makes you wary of one of her all-too-familiar outbursts. To your surprise, however, the heat simmers, and she turns back to the stew, taking another spoonful. “Sometimes,” she answers finally, and you begin eating your own bowl of stew.

The movie she’d put on is easy to follow; you watch it in companionable silence, your mind racing on countless tracks. As they seem to often lately, they focus mainly around the woman beside you, and what could possibly be behind her odd behavior.

Is she actually opening up, or is this just another persona? When the others come back, will she return to her almost cruel attitude towards you?

It keeps you awake late into the night, Natasha’s slow breath against your neck hardly soothing as you try to separate your personal feelings from your logical ones. You’re several hours into your brooding when Natasha starts twitching and muttering.

You don’t quite catch what she’s saying, but you assume it’s in Russian - quick and near-silent whispers as her face contorts into expressions of pain and anger. Her arm that’s thrown around your stomach suddenly constricts its hold, and you let out a huff of air at the action.

Fucking hell, she’s strong.

Then, sharp and fearful, Natasha snarls, “No!” and separates from you entirely, a cry of pain ripping through her. You sit up quickly, turning on the light and frantically murmuring to her to try and wake her up. Not wanting to end up dead on the floor, you’re careful in coaxing her out of the nightmare. When she finally wakes up, she jolts up so fast that she nearly knocks her head into yours.

Sweat lines her forehead, her pupils dilated and her breathing uneven as she looks around the room as if expecting shadows to turn into monsters.

“Nat, you’re okay,” you keep your tone gentle, your hand daring to reach out towards her own. “I’m here. You’re safe.”

Natasha practically throws herself back into you, and you aren’t sure if she’s crying or trying to catch her breath. You wrap your arms around her, rubbing slow circles along her back and summoning a bit of heat in your palms until she finally relaxes. She takes several slow, even breaths before pulling back a little, wiping under her eyes swiftly.

“Sorry,” she mutters, looking away from you. 

Frightened of her closing herself off again, you make a brave move. The bravest damn move you’ve ever made - possibly your last. “You can trust me, Nat.”

There’s a terrifying silence wherein you fear, genuinely, for your life. To your surprise, when Natasha looks back at you, she’s got that vulnerable expression once again. She swallows, running her tongue over her lips.

“Just… bad memories,” she says at last, and you frown.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She shakes her head, closing her eyes tightly. “Not… not right now.” A pause. “But, maybe, someday.”

That’s enough, for now.

You turn the light back off, laying back down against her silk sheets and numerous pillows, a far cry from your own messy bed. Natasha lays on her side, looking over her shoulder expectantly. Unused to the idea of /spooning Natasha, you fall into your place with understandable apprehension. 

It’s nice, though.

It’s always nice to hold her.

Fucking hell does she even know what she’s doing to you?

One of Natasha’s hands moves up to your own that’s resting comfortably on her waist. Her fingers curl with yours, and you can’t hear whatever it is she says thanks to the roar of your heartbeat in your ears.

You’re going to kill Steve Rogers.

-

Natasha has been quiet all day. The team is supposed to come back soon, and that means you’ll probably be sent to clean up after them. Natasha will likely be forced by Steve to hang back, which she’ll hate but do anyway, so you spend much of the day preparing yourself for the inevitability of your coming mission.

You’ve grown so used to chatting with Natasha that the silence feels louder than words. She’s getting better, but keeps getting the chills so you switch between checking your gear and training with your powers, as well as giving Natasha the cuddles she needs to keep her teeth from chattering.

It’s odd, because Natasha hasn’t had a fever in at least twenty four hours, so you can’t imagine why she still gets the chills. Maybe this flu is worse than you thought? But she wasn’t sniffly anymore, either, and her cough seems to be entirely gone.

You don’t say any of this, though. Part of you - a very selfish part that, honestly, probably shouldn’t exist - enjoys the fact that the redhead wants to snuggle up with you. After enduring her attitude for months, it’s a change in pace you aren’t eager to let go of anytime soon. She fits so perfectly in your arms, feels so good to hold - how can you go back to sleeping alone in your bed after all of this?

Natasha inhales slowly, then exhales in a harsh breath. Her head rolls onto your shoulder, a hum slipping her lips. “I have to tell you something,” she says slowly, cautiously. “But you have to promise not to be mad.”

You scoff. “What, are you about to declare your undying love for me?”

“Uh- well, actually…”

Your heart leaps into your throat. You look down at her with wide eyes. “Wait, what?”

“I was lying about being cold,” Natasha admits, blushing. “And I picked all those fights with you because I, um,” she mumbles something incoherently.

“What was that?” You can’t fight the rising smirk.

Natasha huffs. “You heard me.”

“Nope, I didn’t,” you start to withdraw your arms but Natasha pushes further into them in protest.

“Okay! Okay. I… sort of have a… y’know. Crush, or whatever. On you.”

Now your smirk is a full on shit-eating grin. “You mean to tell me that I’ve officially woo’d the Black Widow?”

Natasha pushes your shoulder away. “Cute, but I could still kick your ass.” Her cheeks are crimson - you’ve never seen her so flustered before. You wish you could take a picture with your mind and cherish it forever. “I just didn’t think they’d leave you with me when I got the flu, and then you were being so sweet and-

“Nat,” you interrupt. Her emerald eyes meet yours, wide and a little afraid. “I like you, too.”

“‘Like’. What are we, sixth graders?” Natasha rolls her eyes despite the smile pulling at her lips.

“And here I was going to offer you a kiss to make up for all the teasing.” You drawl sarcastically.

Natasha moves suddenly into your lap, pulling your lips against hers in a passionate kiss. It’s like she’s been waiting months to feel your lips on hers - and, honestly, she might have been. You know you’ve certainly thought about this more than once, even before Natasha got sick.

When she pulls away, Natasha leans her forehead against yours with a disbelieving grin on her now parted lips. “You talk too much.”

-

When the team returns, looking a little battered but not too terrible, Natasha seems back to her normal self. Everyone definitely catches onto the sudden change in her behavior towards you, but thankfully, nobody questions it. As nice as it is to see Natasha healthy, the morning everyone returns you feel a little woozy. Everyone sounds a little muffled, and you can’t really breathe out of your nose, like, at all.

You don’t have much time to dwell on it, though, as you’re sent to meet up with some SHIELD agents to clear out the rest of the HYDRA facility the others had destroyed. This only takes a few days, but when you return, you feel like you’re on death’s door. You’re unnaturally cold, nose running and a sneeze always building in the back of it.

Tony, weirdly enough, is the first to mention it. Unsurprisingly, he decides the best time to bring this up is during the first dinner the entirety of the team can share since their mission.

“So, did you and Romanoff swap spit or are you just sick from being stuck with her?”

You nearly choke on your pasta. “Fwhap?” 

He snorts, rolling his eyes. “You look like shit, (Y/N).”

“Oh,” you blush when Natasha turns her intense gaze on you. “Uh- I’m- I mean, I’ll get over it fast. I’m fine, really.”

“Nope,” Natasha shakes her head sternly. “Absolutely not.”

Everyone looks at her with blatant surprise.

She shrugs lightly under the attention. “You took care of me. Let me return the favor.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Tony asks Steve in a terrible whisper.

Natasha happily responds with a kick under the table, her eyes never leaving yours. “C’mon, get to bed.”

“This is payback, isn’t it?” You groan as you stand up, earning a roar of laughter from the others.

Natasha’s sadistic grin is response enough. This is going to be a long recovery week.