#even if your in the habit yourself of checking everything at the grocery store it's still handy to share with friends and family

[heritageposts]

has anyone come across any shareable graphics that show the type of produce (fruits/veggies) that israel exports?

[rotthepoet]

Need theo and lorenzo head cannons 😔

Good morning sweet pookie, i gotchu!! I needed a little break after that threesome so I did some random, some silly, some fluffy, and some smutty, kay? It���s really just a big brain dump on how I characterize the boys <3 Hope you enjoy, love ;)

P.s. if I have any reoccurring anon’s, if you want me to differentiate you, please feel free to assign yourself an emoji <3 unspoken rule i thought i’d say out loud

Theodore Nott

I agree with literally everyone on this app, he is a smarty pants, but i refuse to believe he sits down and studies

It’s not that he doesn’t care about his grades, he just doesn’t have to try to get good marks. Queen absorbs information like a sponge and retains that shit forever. Doesnt have to waste time with a boring textbook because he commits everything to memory.

That being said, he will remember everything about you. Your favorite movie you mentioned in passing, he saw you eat something particular multiple times he can infer its your favorite and will buy it for you often, he knows your habits, your aspirations, your desires. All of it. Does it for his close friends and lovers <3

Huge smoker. Like. Oral fixation final boss. Needs to have something to smoke or at least chew on at all times

I mentioned before how I think Mattheo and him laugh at people who vape, but Theodore Nott is a two faced LIAR and actually keeps a menthol alto with him at all times. For convenience sake. If you ask him, it’s different because its not a fun lil fruity flavor.

Speaking of Mattheo, those two are best friends. Like ride or die. Like. These two are bread and butter, inseparable and delicious.

Will internalize everything. This is why he gets so worked up and fights people. It may seem like him getting pissy over nothing, but this boy has some unresolved trauma and unmedicated issues.

Theo has ADHD prove me wrong and fuck you for trying(jk love you, but i will die on this hill.) severe anxiety issues, def some depression going on, hes working through some shit.

Theo can process a lot of stimulus at the same time. Watching him hold 3 steady conversations while reading a novel at the same time is a sight to behold.

Smokes weed a lot too. Mostly bud, but he’s smart and keeps a cart on him too for quick bathroom breaks when he needs to chill tf out. It slows down all the thoughts racing around his head. Lets him relax. Lets him feel peace. Let him feel comfortable. He’s been searching for that feeling his whole life.

Mommy and daddy issues check?

Anyways!

Theo is a player, and its not even because he tries to be.

Girls flock towards him, and he needs an outlet.

Sex is a good outlet.

Sex and drugs? Now we’re cooking

He doesn’t care much for the dating scene, didn’t think he was cut out for it. Bad home life. No mom. Depressed and emotionally distant evil dad. Friends and his family are all death eaters? Causes some bad views on relationships as a whole.

Omg but when he falls in love it takes forever but its so hard. Its so devastatingly hard.

It goes from “wow they really make me happy” to “omfg i need to marry them they make me feel complete and comfortable and it feels like i can finally be myself around someone this is the feeling i have been searching for my whole life” really fast when he falls

He’d never love at first sight. Refuse it. He might think someone is pretty or handsome, but he won’t ever describe it as love at first sight.

100% friends to lovers

He’s a quality time kinda guy i think

Just likes co-existing really

Stay in the room with him in silence as he reads and hes so golden

But that will bump up several notches and enjoy every other love language too

He wants to make you love him. He’ll do anything for you. Buy anything for you. Tell you everyday how wonderful you are

He’s being so genuine too

His friends would know

He never shuts up about you

If you had never spoken to his friends, never met them, they’d be able to come up to you in a grocery store and say “oh. You’re <you>, right?”

And dear god he genuinely cries a little in relief when you finally say yes

He’s buried his face in your hair and hugging you so tightly and he tries not to cry because he finally has everything he needs in his arms

He’s such a good boyfriend

Will never question you(at least not at first or without good reason)

Literally worships the ground you walk on

Will apologize first immediately after every meaningless petty fight

Thats different about real fighting though. Stubborn ass bitch

Anyways

Dotes on you everyday

Calls you so many sweet names in Italian

Has an Italian accent but sometimes tries a British accent to throw everyone off.

Argues in italian

Lowkey hates snow

Runs super cold so loves lovvesss hot weather

Will take you to Italy over the summer

Demands you go

Fucks you on the balcony of his family home

Fucks you stupid on the beach

Sorry where was I going with this

Ah yes anyways

Runs super cold so like is a big fan of cuddles. Lots of sweaters for you to steal

He likes turning cuddles into more slow and intimate things

Slowly fingering you as you spoon

Cockwarming in the morning or late at night<3

So much worship.

So much

Just adores you.

Loves fast rough sex but honestly could go on about slow love making for hours

Literally cant stand American reality tv

The biggest kardashian hater

Knows all the gossip because he’s quiet and listens

Doesnt care to share it though

Lorenzo Berkshire

Bitchboy extraordinaire

If I met Lorenzo Berkshire he would become #1 on my shitlist so fast

I called theo a two faced liar as a joke

But Enzo actually is one

Literally puts on the nicest mask for pretty girls, but every ex, and every guy in hogwarts knows he’s a conniving bitch behind closed doors

One of the richest in the group and it shows

Flaunts his money everywhere he goes

His ears are pieced

Also he likes having his ears bitten it can make him hard as a rock in seconds

Dates, but it usually only lasts a month and Hes the worst boyfriend ever

Dumps them whenever he gets bored

But omg when a person gives him his attitude back

Well first he gets even meaner

But also he likes you so much like… that was hot

And if you ignore his existence? On you like a moth to a flame

Craves attention

Such an attention seeker

Still will fight, isn’t very good, but will try

100% a prefect

Showers his pookie with so much love and attention

When he finally gets the person he wants, hes on top of them 24/7

Never a hand straying to far

Literally obsessed

Big fan of exhibitionism

Will fuck uou on the train, the bathrooms, the common room, the classroom

Its all fair game

Would love to see you all tied up in pretty ribbons for his birthday

Ass man 100%

Likes to just get a fistfull while you hug or cuddle

Mattheo and him are the biggest gossipers

Has like 4k followers on instagram because hes so pretty

Father and mother are hirh death eaters. Does anyone know Berkshire lore because i def dont

Like fr can someone explain him to me

Pairs well with anyone in the grouo, really

Gets along especially with Theo or Mattheo

Amazing at card games, and says he’s amazing at chess too. Hes not.

Literally refuses to snack, says it’ll ruin his physique

On the quidditch team much like everyone else he’s friends with

Slays at herbology

Maybe a bit of a smoker? Not often, and def more weed than tobacco

Light weight for reals

Like severely light weight

He’s the laughingstock of the friend group for it

Him and Mattheo have a running bet on who can fuck the most women

Omg omg omg because they so do the alphabet challenge im so sorry but its factual

Lorenzo is currently winning with 15/26 letters in the alphabet but Mattheo isnt too far behind

Its because Lorenzo is so charming and Mattheo…. Is himself.

Anyways back to being his significant other

Will spoil you

Relentlessly

Lowkey expects head in return but that will wear ofd eventually

109% more likely to start a fwb situation than anything else

Treats you like a girlfriend this whole time

Kisses you sweetly, holds uou close when you sleep, mumbles about how special you are

Just being a girlfriend without the title because then it gets too weird

Loses his shit if you get tired of trying and break it off

Genuinely ballistic if he loses you

Will pull as many favors and as many strings as he can to get yiu back

Seriously considers murder for a while

Anyways he gets you back baby<3

Speaking of babies hes super good with kids

Look at that face

Amazing dad face

Scared of marriage lmao

Bad parents. Fucked up views on relationships

Its a thing for all of them tbh

[6okuto]

MATSUKAWA RELATIONSHIP HCS

gn!reader, timeskip mentions | 4 whoevah asked! 🫵👍

waits until you're distracted/busy before suddenly saying shit like "first one to get to the lineup gets to pick extra snacks" at the grocery store

eats your leftover food if you can't finish

works hard to take you to a fancy restaurant on one of your first dates... doesn't know which ones are actually good so he's on reddit researching, texting the seijoh 4 gc, etc etc. he dresses up too... he wants to make sure you're happy and treated well 🙁

issei isn't super into or against pda,, he's happy if you're happy. most of the time it'll be an arm draped around your shoulder while you're sitting together or casual hand holding. he isn't opposed to a quick kiss either! :3

if you show him one of those videos that are like,, "if you know your partner, which one would they choose?" and he gets it wrong issei's like "?? tf are u sure" as if it isn't Your choice

he isn't used to getting gifts. if you give him a gift his first thought (fear) is that he's forgotten some kind of anniversary. but you tell him it's just because you thought of him and he gets all flustered and can't keep eye contact 🙁 you catch him glancing at/playing with the gift for the rest of the day

^ him with a lot of stuff actually LOL he tries to hide how Not Chill he is it's so cute 😭 you ask him to hold something but your hand is empty and you just interlock fingers? he's like wow okay if you wanted me you could've just said so As if his ears aren't red hshsdbshs

denies crying over a sad movie as he takes the tissue box from you (refuses to look at you until he's wiped his tears) (looks at you with red eyes and sniffles and says It's not even that sad)

says he'll take a photo of you then takes a selfie LOL

^ you'll have to show him how to take good photos... or learn together... he promises he's a quick learner + he thinks you look good in all of them

takes your compliments/comments to heart. you say his hair looks nice grown out and he takes a few extra seconds messing with it in the mirror, pushing off a haircut for a little longer. you say his new jacket looks great and he's like yeah of course it does,, then reaches for it more often than planned at its original purchase.

i think timeskip mattsun would worry about sharing certain stories from work ;; like... would it upset you (more than him)? did you have a rough day and would he make it worse? he keeps it pretty vague until you ask him to share because you can tell it's been big on his mind

mattsun's not one to care about what side of the bed he sleeps on (it's just the one is closest to a charging port) until you're together. like if you pick a side yourself, it becomes a habit for him to slide into the other even times you aren't sharing a bed. it just doesn't feel right anymore bdhsjdbsj

you know those trends where you ask the other person/people to draw flowers or stars for your lockscreen. he just sends a shitty dick drawing LOL. but he ends up spending super long on decent flowers after i promise. scrunching his eyebrows, moving his finger really slow, picking good colours and everything... even pulls up references. yeagh

sees you online listening to sad music and texts "you up?" in hopes of distracting you. he gets away with coincidental timing the first couple of times, but you figure it out. not that this changes anything (other than maybe his text to "you wanna talk?") — mattsun continues as an offer / reassurance he's there if you'd like him to be

so supportive. SO SUPPORTIVE. you have a big project you're working on? he's checking on you and complimenting you with every day of work, even if he isn't knowledgeable on it himself. you get a promotion or offer you've always wanted? you have to celebrate—you deserve it!! you have a big game coming up? he's in the stands with your jersey on and he's brought his friends to cheer too

^ he isn't really one to Jump for Joy, but he'll be grinning so big, and always matches your energy. (you like hugs and kisses? you got them! you'd rather a solid high-five or verbal praise? that's good with him too! he just wants you to know he's happy and proud of you)

^ actually he might jump for joy. a little. not in a YAHOO! YIPPEE!! way but in a LET'S GOOOOOO way.

you ask to meet the seijoh team and he's like. begging the universe no one's gonna embarrass him. everyone's like No way someone wants to date our mattsun?! Are you sure?! and he's 😐

^ tries to act cool in front of you. gets called out like "lmfao what are you doing" "so obvious" "okay mr. tough guy?" "blocked a ball and thinks he's hot" WBDJSNSSJ

^ brightens when you tell him he Is very cool and you like watching him. shoots his team a look and says something about how they're all single LOL

doesn't post you a lot, but he doesn't really post in general so the ratio of you on his profile is still great tbh. maybe for anniversaries or if he took a really good photo—keeps it minimal and won't write long paragraphs. adds a couple blurry or 0.5x pictures if you're okay with it

accidentally kicks you while he's napping and apologizes even though you swore he was deep asleep shdbsbns

lets you have the window seat. he doesn't actually care that much (since it's you) but he makes a scene of giving it up for you /silly /he's smiling

issei always does his first karaoke song with you if you're there. the first time it happens he doesn't even ask he just hands you the second mic and you're like wait what ??? LOL

gets scared if you say his full name. skips right over confusion and freezes like a deer in headlights even if he hasn't done anything

middle guy for autographs.. LMFAO 😭😭 like what do you mean you know oikawa tooru and iwaizumi hajime who then knows msby etc etc. you show up and say his name like :)) isseii?? :)) and he's like 🙄 Who's asking now. you know you know them too right. /lh

bro does not decorate. imagine unpacking for your new shared apartment and you're like ?? is that really all your stuff. and he's like ....Yeah??.. a lot of the things on his desk/around the house were bought together or by you

i write hcs and im like wowww what a respectable post length and then i realize how long the points are and im like FAWK??!?! ur telling me i DONT actually have that many ?!?!?! so i keep adding more and thats why i take so long. then i stare at myself like GIRL GET IT TOGETHER!! EVERY TIME!!! 🙁🙁🙁

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Supermarket Romance P3

Modern! Titus x Reader

S: His first conversation has inspired him to try and build greater connections with the people he already speaks to. His therapist is overjoyed with this development advising him that in due time he will see his anxiety dwindle as exposure is the best type of therapy. Titus is motivated and encouraged even, to pursue further socializing with you. Hopefully, this could be the start of a new connection.

W: PTSD episodes, Depression, Anxiety Disorders, Reader is a broke Artist, Titus works as an Analyst for a company, Ableist comments (From Titus and to Titus)

Previous / Next

He didn’t know why he continued to do this to himself. Guilliman had told him to buy a notepad or set reminders on his phone but Titus refused to do so. It got to the point that Guilliman bought him his very own notepad with differently formatted pages so that he could use it for whatever he needed. He once again forgot to take the notepad or write anything down in it as he was browsing the grocery store shelves searching for something he knew he needed but forgot.

His forgetfulness only grew worse with the more he remembered the conversation he had with you a few days back. He couldn’t stop himself from reliving it as it was a weird source of comfort. You didn’t frown at him or make a displeased face. You looked at im, really looked at him, and didn’t think any different about his appearance. Even his doctor at times made faces when talking about his injuries. It made it hard to live in his body at times. But you made it tolerable, at least for the moment.

He mindlessly grabbed whatever was in front of him, not even bothering to read the label or check the price as he continued to relish in the memory before being snapped out of it by his phone buzzing. He pulled it out of his pocket, hoping to see a call from his doctor or Chairon but he was instead met with his boss's name. He frowned at the still-ringing phone but still answered the call reluctantly.

“Hello, Mr. Guilliman.” Titus greeted.

“For the love of everything, Demetrian. Stop calling me 'Mr. Guilliman'. I’m not just your boss, I’m your friend. Reframe from such a habit.” The younger man shouted. It never ceased to surprise Titus just how odd Guilliman was. Their age difference made this even more odd considering that Guilliman was also his superior at the office. It felt awkward to have his boss be younger than him but he guessed he couldn't complain too much as he himself was once a young Lieutenant and Captain who led men and women off all ages. Age didn't matter too much in the military if you had the ability to prove yourself capable of the work being assigned to you.

He assumed this is why Guilliman didn't stay longer in the military and didn't resign his contract. His might and his brain weren't worth being wasted in combat when it could be used for more analytical and important tasks such as leadership in the bureaucratic system they lived in. In a way, Titus was glad the younger man had left. Guilliman looked more relaxed working in an office than working in a tent in the middle of nowhere.

“I will do my best to refrain from addressing you in that way.” Titus complied.

“Good. Now, I have a question for you if you aren’t too busy.” Titus could practically hear the grin that was spreading across his boss's face.

“I’m not.” Titus began to walk down the aisle and into a new one as he spoke on the phone. He readjusted his phone so he could hold it with his other hand instead of the same hand that carried his basket full of groceries.

“I have an event that I want you to attend. I’m having some of my best employees come with me to help push and talk numbers with some big players in the industry that Father is interested in doing business with. This will be over the span of a week but won't be until a few months from now.” Guilliman explained.

“Ok?”

“I wanted to ask if you had anyone or any responsibilities that might interfere with this event.”

“No.”

“Are you sure?” Guilliman teased.

“I’m positive.”

“That’s a shame, I was hoping you’d say yes so I could get you an extra ticket for a potential plus one.” Guilliman added. Titus stopped in his tracks, processing what his superior had just said. Plus one? The only person he could think of that Guilliman might be insinuating is you and it made him feel unease.

Titus had mentioned you in passing during their lunch break. They had been speaking on the phone and decided to have lunch together to catch up on what the other was doing outside of work. He had been talking about how he had met someone at the supermarket who had caught his attention because of how they shopped. He didn’t know how to explain to Guilliman that you reminded him of his mother and how she would take great care in reading and observing costs and food contents when buying food. He didn’t know how to explain that he liked that you dressed the way you did, uncaring if some may criticize you for looking poorly in the middle of the day. He thought it was unique and quirky that you gave such a lacking amount of care to what those around you thought of you. It almost helped him feel less judged when he shopped.

Since then, Guilliman had tried getting him to talk more about you or about any of his few friends outside of himself. Guilliman found it interesting to see just how much Titus needed routines and positive reassurances to know he was doing good. This was in stark contrast to the Captain he had known who didn't seek praise and would scream his lungs out at privates and soldiers during drills and combat. A larger-than-life man who lived to serve was now reduced to an anxious mess who needed reinforcement. It was a fall from grace that Guilliman dared not talk about since he knew that his comments would do more damage than good.

All that Guiliman knew was that predictability and transparency helped Titus and that had remained the same even now. Guilliman wasn't complaining, Titus had been more talkative, more communicative, more present. He had found some strength to come into the office for small project events or meetings that could have been done remotely or even on an email debrief. He was seeing great developments in work and he wanted to nurture these new habits since it slowly brought out the man Titus once was.

"I dont know them well enough for that, Roboute." Titus explained.

"The event is 4 months away, ok. Im just saying that if by any chance there is someone in your life that you wish to bring along I'm more than happy to have them come. The more the merrier." Guilliman added. Guilliman said his goodbyes before hanging up without giving Titus time to respond back. Titus, annoyed, put his phone back into his pocket, not paying attention to the path ahead of him as he did.

"Ouch!" Titus snapped his head towards the noise in front of him. He looked down where he felt something crash into him only to find you sitting on the floor, rubbing your forehead.

"Sorry." He apologized. He put his basket down on the floor before grabbing you by the arm and helping you to your feet.

"No, it's ok. It's on me. I wasn't paying attention." You apologized back. You patted your clothes hoping to clean them from any dirt you might have picked up in your fall.

"Thanks for picking me up, Titus." You smiled up at him, hoping that he didn't misinterpret your apology for sarcasm. Titus looked nervous as he watched you. He looked like he was inspecting you for injuries, not that you would have any, but just to make sure.

"No problem, Y/n."

"So what brings you back to the store, Titus? Anything new you're trying?" You asked wanting to be polite.

"I was told by my dietician to try adding more sugars into my diet. I'm... trying to see what is tolerable enough for me to eat." For someone of his stature, you would have assumed he would be louder but he was soft spoken. Clear and precise, calm but soft. It reminded you of the older gentleman living next door to you who would ask you to help him bring his case of water up if you had the time.

"Do you not like sweet?" You asked.

"I've developed a dislike for overly sweet things so I tend to avoid sugar in general." He explained. In reality, his anxiety made sugar act almost like a trigger. Either he could taste it and it was overwhelming or he'd consume it and it made his anxiety spike. He avoided sugary drinks, sweet treats, and even basic foods that have sweetner in it. The ice cream he had bought was the only thing he could tolerate as it wasn't too sweet and the cold numbed the taste.

"Fruit tends to be the easiest way to get sugar into a diet. It's hard not to enjoy them since there's variety." You explained. This seemed to ease Titus a little. His once furrowed brows eased just a little at the suggestion.

"I will try that." The conversation died from there. While you thought there was nothing more to say, Titus was buzzing with questions of his own. Another conversation with you meant more exposure which meant that his therapist would be proud of his progress and he himself will be proud of his progress.

"What about you?" He asked. He looked at your empty basket before returning his gaze to you.

"Me? Oh, I was seeing what I could get for $20. I don't really have the budget right now to experiment with food."

"What can you possibly get with $20?" He questioned. You thought his question was brash but you chalked it up to shock.

"You'd be surprised. It mainly works if you bargain or use coupons. For the most part, I get the ramen packets or rice." You shrugged.

"So you mainly eat...."

"Poorly? Yeah. When your broke you have to eat whatever, so might as well eat something that's not gross."

"Doesn't it leave you in a nutritional deficit?" Titus was trying to wrap his head around how anyone could possibly live off of this diet. Even the MRE's he would get in his service was better than the food you planned on buying. It sounded horrible and his face must have shown it because you laughed before explaining yourself.

"It does, but again, I dont have the money to buy anything other than the things I really need." You smiled up at him again, the corner of your eyes pinching against your cheeks.

"It was nice talking to you, Titus. Hopefully, next time we see each other you can tell me what fruits you liked." You winked at him teasingly.

"Of course. I will make sure to do so." He nodded. You couldn't help it, but you chuckled at him. He was amusing, to say the least. There was no way he was an actual person. He was too formal, too forward, too honest. You kinda felt bad for being able to know so much about this man when you haven't said enough about yourself.

As you walked away Titus sighed. This had been the longest conversation he had with you. This was good! He wondered if he had said too much or not enough. Maybe it was invasive to ask the questions had asked. It was all said and done but he couldn’t help but worry. He shook his head, he wasn’t going to allow doubt to consume him. Not now, not when he had just gained such a positive thing.

When he made it back home he made sure to go about his usual routine with as much urgency as he could. He double checked his locks, took a shower, put away his groceries, and grabbed his laptop from his desk to bring it over to his bed. He laid there, silently waiting for a call to come in. The ticking of his clock unnerved him as he waited. No matter how many times he had done this it still never stopped being stressful. The waiting, the anticipation ate at him as he counted down the seconds.

*bzzzz* *bzzzzzzz*

Titus clicked on the green answer button that appeared on his laptops screen before readjusting the camera and himself.

“Demetrian, what a pleasure it is to see you once more.” An older man with glasses that looked almost comically round, greeted Titus. He smiled, teeth showing as he waved at the man.

“Dr Galeo, it is good to speak with you again.” Titus greeted back.

“You’re looking well. I hope you’ve been following instructions given to you by your physician?”

“I have. There’s no need to be concern.”

“Good, good. I’m that case, let’s talk about your progress shall we? What have your most recent interactions with other people have been?” Galeo ask.

“Positive. I’ve been meaning to tell you abott it my interactions either Y/n, actually.”

“Do tell, Titus.” Proded Galeo.

It was as if the flood gates had open. Titus talked and talked and talked about you and the conversation you had had with each toner. Every moment, every word, every movement you had made was described in detail as he spoke to his therapist. Be couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, he just needed to talk to someone about his new friend. Galeo didn’t mind his team kings, if anything, this was the whole reason why he enjoyed his weekly check in with Titus.

When Titus had first started therapy he was closed up. He refused to speak or even write down his thoughts or feelings. It was frustrating as it didn’t seem that the man would open up any time soon and Galeo would have to fire him as a client. So when Galeo proposed Titus begin making small interactions with people in his gym, this seemed to spark a reaction. Titus didn’t take recommendations but orders and a life of service made this even more important for how Galeo was going to treat him. So he began giving Titus orders. Do this, do that, you must complete this. This worked even if it felt like it was degrading to do but it gave Galeo space to work with. Titus began reporting back that he would speak to the kind woman in the front desk at his gym if only to say “hello” and “goodbye”. This began to slowly evolve into him speaking to the new security guard at the gym that had approached Titus asking what his workout routine was. Story after story of the security guard became frequent but what threw Galeo off guard was the story about the person Titus had met at the supermarket.

“They spoke to me, again.” Titus said. His voice was in awe, almost as if he couldn’t believe that a basic human interaction could possibly be directed at him. Galeo knew Titus was deeply insecure but to see him genuinely surprised that something so small such as a greeting or acknowledgment would be directed at him made something in Galeo mourn for his patient.

“And they said that they wanted to hear if I liked anything new that I tried.” Titus finished. Galeo smiled and nodded his head in acknowledgment.

“That’s wonderful Titus. You and your friend seem to be making progress."

"They even gave me their name. Y/n."

"See, and here you were worried about rejection. You're making good progress. This is something to celebrate." Galeo encouraged.

"It feels childish to celebrate something so normal but I truly feel like I've progressed in my treatment, Galeo."

"And I see that progress, Titus. In due time, you will see all of these efforts pay off." Galeo comforted him, hoping that his words held some value to the man.

They spent the rest of their session making idle conversation on things Titus could improve on. Galeo hoped that more social interaction could help Titus see that the world wasn't against him. They ended their session with Galeo tasking Titus with trying to extend this connection with you outside of the supermarket. friendship is good for his health and Titus, unfortunately, has lacked those platonic relationships ever since he left the military. Titus agreed with him and even stated that there had been a few people who had reached out to him but he hasn't had the courage to reach back out of discomfort. Galeo reassures him that all in due time, there's no need to rush but there needs to be an attempt to try. With that, Titus ended the call and began preparing an early dinner for himself. He ate his meal in silence as he thought about the events of today. Would you want to be friends with him? Would you feel comfortable spending time with him outside of the occasional bumping into each other in the supermarket? He made sure to clean his dishes and then take a shower before heading to bed. He lay in his bed contemplating the plans for the next day. He had it off, there was nothing for him to do. Maybe he would be kind to himself and explore the city he lived in.

[wndaswife]

the warmest season

wanda maximoff x gn!reader

tags: fluff, slight angst, mentions of a car accident, slight sexual content.

word count: 3008

summary: After an accident that leaves you bedridden for the remainder of December, Wanda is assigned to be your at-home nurse.

gif credit to creator.

It happened because of something stupid and entirely avoidable should you have been paying attention to your surroundings. 

A series of things happened beforehand: telling yourself you’d get your winter tires done once you had the time, going out in the midst of a storm to submit a report to your boss whose office was a town away.

For a while, you’d get stuck on the fact that if you had simply declined, you’d never have gotten into the accident. But weeks of being bedridden told you that holding that regret so close was fruitless. It didn’t heal you faster, didn’t make the days and nights spent doing nothing but sleeping any less tiresome.

Your nurse steps into the kitchen where you’re reading with a cup of tea in hand.

A bright smile forms on her face when she lays her eyes on you. 

“Good morning, Y/N,” Wanda says cheerfully. You greet her with a smile. She lifts three bags of groceries onto the kitchen counter and huffs out softly. She pushes her hair back behind her ears and begins to unpack the groceries while looking up at you. “You’re up early.”

You put your book down and reach over to one of the bags, carefully unloading everything onto the counter one by one. “I got some pretty great sleep,” you tell her, dividing the groceries between produce and things for the pantry.

She takes a few things into the fridge and looks over her shoulder at you. “Your ankle isn’t bothering you at all, is it?” she asks. 

Yesterday, Wanda drove you to the hospital to get your ankle cast removed after having it on for weeks.

Shaking your head, you hand her a container of cream cheese. She takes it from you and stores it in its place.

“Good,” she says and closes the fridge before moving onto unpacking the last grocery bag. “We should take a walk later today since you’ve been off your feet for so long. The snow finally melted a bit so we can start off by walking down the street.”

“Down the street?” you repeat. “Can’t I do something around the block, at least?” 

Two days have passed since Christmas Day, and you’ve been cooped up at home ever since you were released from the hospital on the third. Even before then, the most of the outdoors you’d gotten was from an open window in your hospital room which was closed after no more than six minutes of being open.

Sometimes Wanda let you sit out in the backyard for a little while, but because the snowfall had been relentless as of late, she wouldn’t risk having you get a cold, so you stayed inside more often than not.

Wanda shook her head. “No,” she answers. “Not yet. You might have your cast off, but your fracturing was rather intricate. I’m sure you remember. I don’t want you to put any more pressure on your ankle than necessary until your next check-up.”

You slump down in your seat and begin folding up the empty reusable grocery bags silently.

Wanda stares at your forlorn reaction to her words, a guilty pang spreading through her chest at the sight of you.

Over the last few weeks, she had seen how prone you were to feeling down. She couldn’t blame you.

You had told her once during the time you spent with her that you weren’t very close to your family, and you hadn’t been to a Christmas dinner with them in years. So instead, you’d developed a habit of prioritising work to the point where having time for your family wouldn’t have been feasible anyway. It was easier to see it that way.

But because of the accident, you hadn’t been able to do any work either.

You’d tried a few times, but you were always so heavily fatigued and weak to finish anything significant. In some ways, Wanda was thankful you were spending more time focusing on taking care of yourself rather than working on anything else, much less for a boss who hasn’t even sent you so much as a concerned email when it was him who had called you out into the snow storm that day.

“I can drive us around instead,” Wanda offers and you suddenly feel yourself in the likeness of a sulking child. “We can go to that restaurant you really like, but we’ll have to order out. It’s not recommended that you put any unnecessary sort of stress on your body just yet."

You straighten in your seat and stand to store the folded bags under the sink. “No, it’s fine. Down the street sounds good,” you say. “Thank you for the groceries.”

The next few hours of the morning are occupied joyfully as you sit in the kitchen talking with Wanda, talking about nothing in particular.

She makes herself scrambled eggs and you a small omelette of the size you requested, both filled with mushrooms, red peppers, and diced carrots and bacon. Because you didn’t want it cooked into the omelette, Wanda makes you eat half of her canned tuna to ensure you got enough protein.

She sits across from you on the kitchen island counter, retelling her Christmas spent with her family while you nod and make a few comments here and there. She tells you she’d love it if you could meet them, and that both her twin brother and parents have gotten increasingly curious about the patient she’s been spending so much time with.

You silently question why they would know how much time Wanda spends with you, but the thought is left behind when she reaches over with her fork, slicing a bit of your omelette onto it and bringing it to your lips. 

“Here, take one more bite,” she tells you after she’d noticed you were finished with your breakfast. “I’ll finish the rest.”

You move your head forward and take the piece of omelette from her. Wanda slides the fork out from beyond your lips carefully and takes your plate.

“Is there anything you want to do today?” she inquires with a smile, looking up at you from her stacked plates. “You have me until six.”

You suggest to your nurse after swallowing your last piece of your omelette, “Nothing, really. Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sounds cool,” she says, her smile growing so her eyes wrinkle at their corners. She forks the last bit of your omelette into her mouth and carries the dishes into the sink. 

While she washes them, you approach her and give her your empty glass. She takes it with a smile and steps to the side, closer to you. 

“Do you shower today? Or tomorrow?” she asks. 

“Today.”

Wanda places a washed plate on the rack to the right. “I bought the plastic wrap for your cast,” she informs. “I’ll help you put it on before you get into the shower. Do you need my help with anything?”

You shake your head. “I think it’ll be much easier now that I don’t have the ankle cast,” you ponder aloud.

“I think so too,” she agrees and begins washing the cutlery. “Let me know if you need anything. I won’t be too far.” Wanda looks over at you with a warm smile that makes you flush and scratch at the pad of your thumb with your fingernail. 

You nod.

Once Wanda is finished washing the dishes, you decide to shower first before you start the movie together.

With an arm around your waist, an instinctive act of assisting a patient turned into something like a display of affection, Wanda helps you ascend your staircase. 

You don’t really need her help in going up the stairs anymore, not after your ankle cast was taken off. You had no problems going down this morning before she came to your house.

Wanda must also know you know longer need any assistance in going upstairs anymore. She was the nurse, after all.

But neither of you say anything as her hand tightens around your hip when you take that last step onto the second floor. 

She sorts through a plastic case she brought with her in your bathroom while you get undressed in your bedroom.

The way Wanda’s eyes dart down your partially-uncovered body is not lost on you. A towel is wrapped around your chest that conceals you down to your mid-thighs. She’s seen you this way countless of times before, though her eyes seem to linger a bit longer every time. 

Wanda clears her throat and you see her jaw clench before she gestures to the edge of the bathtub. 

You take a seat there and Wanda takes the wrap out of the case. She unwraps it and you lift your arm up. The stretchy material fits your hand like a fingerless glove. Wanda leans down, one hand circled gently around your wrist and the other tugging the wrap up above your cast.

From this angle, you can clearly see down her loose t-shirt. You don’t have enough time to look away before your eyes run down her exposed clavicle, and the swells of her breasts and her black bra.

Wanda turns away to take surgical tape from the box on top of the toilet lid and you focus on cooling your flushed cheeks. Her hand snakes up the length of your arm and she holds the end of the cast wrap in place while she tears the tape from the roll with her teeth. She places the roll down and tapes the end down with her free hand. She wraps a few more strips of tape around the edge of the wrap to ensure no water can come through before she finishes.

When she straightens, her eyes find your face and the concentrated furrowing of her eyebrows dissipate into a concerned expression. 

“Did I hurt you?” she asks, stepping forward and placing a hand on your upper arm.

You look up to her and shake your head, hastily saying, “No, no, no.”

“Is the wrap too tight?”

You shake your head again.

“You look a little flustered,” Wanda notes.

“I’m fine. It’s hot in here.”

Your nurse runs her hand down your arm then reaches behind you to turn the tap on. She runs the shower, playing with the handle a bit as she feels out a cool temperature for you.

“Okay, come up,” she says quietly. She places an arm on your hip and takes your hand into hers, lifting you from the edge of the bathtub. “Is that too cold for you?”

You feel the running shower water with your hand. “It’s perfect. Thank you,” you tell her. When you turn your head to look at her, Wanda’s face is only a few inches from your own. 

Her hand on your hip raises to your shoulder. She brushes your hair back behind your shoulder so it spills down your upper back and leaves your neck and chest exposed. 

You hear your breath begin to quicken alongside your heartbeat and you try your best to steady yourself lest Wanda think you’re overheating in her arms.

Suddenly, she lets go of your hand and steps back from you.

“I’ll give you some space,” she hesitates. You watch her pack her things back into the plastic box she came with. “Let me know if you need anything, I’ll be just downstairs.”

And with that, she leaves the washroom, closing the door carefully behind her.

You pull your towel from your body and set it beside your sink.

The cool water from the shower makes you feel as if the tension from earlier, thick enough to have slickened your skin with layers of nerves, could slip down from your body and into the drain with ease. 

You take care in ensuring you avert your wrapped arm from the shower despite the covering around it as you could already envision Wanda’s panic if she were to find her wrapping hadn’t properly cared for your cast. 

You don’t notice that the very thought of it has made your cheeks flush a warm pink until the cool shower brings a refreshing downpour onto your face.

Wanda is sitting on the couch with your book from earlier in her hand when you head back downstairs after your shower. At the sound of you descending the staircase, she turns. 

“Feeling better?” she asks, eyes following you as you approach the couch and take a seat beside her.

“Better,” you say with a reaffirming nod. 

You threw your cast’s wrap out in the washroom, observing your wrist’s cast in detail to ensure it stayed dry in the shower.

Wanda does the same and you smile when she brings it up to her eyes. Satisfied, she lays your hand back in your lap and pulls herself closer to you so your arms brush against each other.

“Anything you’re thinking of watching?” she inquires, taking the television remote from the coffee table and turning the TV on.

“We should watch a Christmas movie,” you suggest, pulling your legs onto the couch and leaning back comfortably.

In what seems like a response to your act of bringing your knees up to your chest and getting comfortable on the couch, Wanda leans into you.

She smells good.

The next few minutes are spent deciding on a movie while Wanda cuddles close to you, looking over her shoulder at you occasionally with a curious glint.

It is not even halfway into the movie when you end up stuttering out a quiet, “Wanda. Can I ask you something?”

She hums and looks over to you.

“Don’t you ever feel, like, a little taxed that you have to come here almost every day and take care of me?” you question.

Wanda looks completely bewildered at your question, her eyebrows pushing together as she straightens and detaches herself from your shoulder. You feel a chill where her warm body used to be. “No. It’s not taxing at all. It’s my job, you know. I do it for a living,” she answers.

At the rationality of her answer, you just nod. “Right. Okay, yes,” you say, almost more to yourself than to her, before looking back to the television. “It’s a job.”

Though you’ve started watching the movie already, decidedly focused on something else and having moved on from the question, Wanda continues to look at you. You can see her face and her unmoving stare from the corner of your eye.

While you question whether it would be better to look over to her and acknowledge the way she’s staring at you, Wanda moves close to you again. Her hand reaches up to the back of your neck and you bristle momentarily. Her fingers play with the wisps of your hair and your shoulders untense.

“Why do you ask that?” she asks, her voice quiet and indicative of sincere curiosity and something intimate.

You stutter, trying to find your words to answer the unexpected question, “N-No reason, really, I was just curious about-”

Warm slender fingers are placed against the side of your face, redirecting your attention over to Wanda’s face. The corners of her lips tug upwards slightly at the sight of you, and she urges you to continue with lifted eyebrows.

But you can’t find your train of thought, not once you’d lost it when Wanda’s touched your cheek.

“I wish I could have spent Christmas with you,” she whispers. She’s smiling again, wider this time.

With an embarrassed smile, you look away. “You don’t mean that,” you say. “It’s boring here.”

Her head tips to the side. “You have a bit of a problem with keeping eye contact, Y/N,” she teases. 

Your ears feel hot and your fingers tremble around your knees. 

Were you sick?

Wanda made sure you never went out without both a jacket and a sweater if she ever let you go out in this weather at all.

You’d felt normal this morning and this afternoon.

“Y/N,” she whispers. 

At the sound of your name, hushed on Wanda’s lips and said like a quiet prayer, your head turns quickly.

The last thing you register is the scent of the nurse’s perfume before her soft lips are pressed against yours. Wanda’s eyes flutter closed, and her fingers that had been playing with your hand are now wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you into the kiss.

You can feel her soft exhale on your upper lip.

She looks so pretty.

Your eyes run over the freckles on her face that you hadn’t noticed until now.

When she pulls away from the kiss, your lips parting with a soft pop, green eyes flit over your face. At your frozen expression and parted lips, her face forms into something concerned and regretful when it comes over her that she had completely missed the mark.

What would happen now that she forced a patient to kiss her?

What would happen to her relationship with you?

She pulls away from you, averting her gaze and moving to stand up. 

Her wrist is seized by a stubborn hand, and she’s tugged back down to the couch where you lean up and kiss her, eliciting a small squeak from the surprised nurse.

Slowly, she settles back down on the couch. Wanda leans forward, placing her hand on your knee and squeezing softly. Her lips leave yours to kiss your cheek, then your jaw.

“Isn’t it… breaking some rule to kiss your patients?” you suggest teasingly.

You feel her grin against your temple. “I won’t tell if you don’t,” she says and raises a gentle hand to your face, making you look up at her. She breaks out into a fit of giggles as you wrap your arms around her hips, pulling her on top of you as you lay yourself down onto your back.

“Deal,” you affirm, burying your nose in her soft hair while Wanda kisses up the column of your neck with a wide grin.

[soleilceirinen]

Renaissance | teacher!Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader - Part 12

Summary: you are an Art History student in your last year at university. Cillian is your teacher. A/N: in this story Cillian is about 20 years older than the reader. Everything happens in an alternative universe where he is not an actor or famous, he doesn't have a wife or kids like in real life. Also, English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistake! MASTERLIST - Part 11 - Part 13

You were one of those people whose mood was affected by the weather. And winter had finally arrived. The days were considerably shorter, with fewer hours of daylight and bone-deep cold. This morning when you woke up, you couldn't help but feel especially sad. Today was your birthday and you felt lonelier than ever in the last months. At least it was Friday and the week was almost over.  

At that moment you were sitting in class, at your usual spot by the window. In addition to being bored as hell, you were freezing. 

Your teacher was a very old man who spoke so monotonously that if you closed your eyes you could fall asleep. In fact, he was already retired but decided to return to the university to replace a sick professor. His methodology for teaching classes consisted of showing photographs of architecture taken by himself (forty years ago), while pointing with the cursor and saying: "this is that and that is this. Do you see it?"

You looked around, only to find about ten people spread throughout the classroom. They all had the same bored faces.

At this point in the semester, almost no one attended class, people preferred to stay home or go to the library to study for exams, or sleeping. That was what you wanted to do, go back to your small home where your bed was waiting for you and hide under the covers until the next day. 

No one had wished you a happy birthday yet. 

To make things worse, Cillian was gone. He had been away all week because he was invited to speak at a symposium in a different city; he would not return until Saturday morning. So you hadn’t seen him all week because all his classes had been cancelled as well as your tutoring sessions.

Once your teacher finished the lecture you picked up all your things and headed home without wasting time. At least you were close. After eating the first thing you found in the refrigerator, you resigned yourself to going out again even though you didn't feel like doing it at all. 

Just before you grabbed the keys to leave, your phone buzzed. You checked it out of habit, just to see that Olivia had written you a long message wishing you a happy birthday along with a gif of puppies. You couldn’t help but smile at her effusiveness.

-

Maureen and Laura weren't there either. 

That week the gallery was participating in an art fair so they left, leaving you in charge. Usually, with such small art galleries, having to go to a fair meant closing for several days but since you were there, at least they wouldn't stay closed for so long. Being left in charge made you feel mature, you could almost imagine yourself in a few years having your own art business. Although in reality, you weren't entirely sure of what direction to take with your professional career since research also caught your attention.

Only a couple of clients came in to pick up works they had purchased, and a few groups of fine arts students. They always used to walk through the gallery as if it were a museum but they never bought anything. 

A couple of hours before closing Maureen called you to see how the afternoon was going, after wishing you a happy birthday, she told you that you could close early and go celebrate. You thanked her, although you wouldn't go anywhere this year. 

After waiting for half an hour, you came to the conclusion that no one else was going to enter the gallery, so you followed Maureen’s suggestion and closed it. Instead of going directly home, you decided to stop at the grocery store and buy something pre-cooked for dinner. You didn’t feel like cooking after all. 

-

Once in your studio, you lit some candles to make the atmosphere a little cosier in an attempt to feel like home. You breathed in the scent, it was your favourite smell. Then, you put on your pyjamas and heated up the food, sitting on the couch ready to watch a movie. Outside it had started raining, as a perfect reflection of your current mood. 

Halfway into the movie your phone started ringing. You looked at the screen lazily only to find out that Cillian was calling. You picked up and brought the device closer to your ear.

“Hey”, you greeted him. 

“How is my birthday girl? How was your day?” His voice caused a wave of warmth to spread through your chest. 

“Fine”, you told him weakly, which he noticed.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” 

You sighed, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Yes, it’s been a tough week, that’s all. And today wasn’t much better.” 

He seemed to think for a few seconds in which he remained silent. When he talked again, his voice was softer. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

Shooking your head, you let out a sight. “No, I don’t feel like talking about it. Thank you though, Cillian.”

He hummed in response, understanding that you weren’t in a good mood. In an attempt to lighten up your spirits, Cillian started talking about his week, the conferences he took part of, he told you of the interesting ones thinking that you would have enjoyed them and the boring ones too. He even managed to make you laugh a couple times, although you didn’t respond with anything other than monosyllables. 

“...and then I felt something on my shoulder and when I looked down I saw this old lady, one of the lecturers, and she was fast asleep leaning on my shoulder!” Cillian laughed at the other side of the line and you smiled.

“You are comfortable to sleep on, Cillian. Don’t try to deny it”, you joked. He huffed, amused.

“The poor lady was snoring, Y/N.” 

“I feel kind of bad for her, that must have been a bit embarrassing.”

“Absolutely”, he agreed. “By the way, Y/N, I know you don’t want to talk about it right now but let me tell you that if you need to talk to someone about whatever, just know that you can call me. It doesn’t matter the time or where I am, just call me. Alright?” 

Cillian’s sudden words left you speechless. A knot was starting to form in your throat. “Alright, Cill. Thanks.” 

“Don’t thank me, Y/N. I love you, I’m here for everything you need, remember that. I’m going to bed, my train leaves early tomorrow morning. Sleep well, darling.”

“Good night, Cillian”.

I love you. I love you. I love you. 

After hanging up, you realised that you were crying. Something as simple as a phone call had made you feel loved. More than ever during that week you wished that Cillian was there with you. 

-

The next morning you woke up with more energy than the previous days so you decided to bake something. After looking for an easy recipe, you decided to make chocolate chip cookies. Everything was going as planned, the cookies were in the oven and the dishes were draining after being washed. All that was left was waiting.

The doorbell rang, giving you a micro scare. A minute later you heard knocking on your door. 

When you opened it, the first thing you noticed were a pair of blue eyes crinkled at the corners the moment you appeared in front of him. Cillian was standing at your door, wearing the fluffiest sweater that you had ever seen. You let out a small scream of joy and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in the soft fabric of his sweater.  

He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, hugging your body tightly. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, hugging in silence. 

“I wasn’t expecting you, Cill”, you finally said smiling widely, with your cheeks slightly blushed. 

“I told you my train left early, I can leave if you don’t want me here”, he said, erasing the smile from your face. 

You frowned and grabbed his wrist, pulling him inside your home and closing the door. 

“No!” You complained. “I didn’t mean that. I was just surprised to see you”, you started rumbling, making him laugh quietly. 

He reached and caressed your hair. “I know, Y/N. I’m just messing with you.” 

You let out a puff and sat next to him on the couch, legs crossed. Cillian put a large hand on your knee and gave it a squeeze. “Close your eyes”.

“Why?” 

He gave you a look that said do as I say. “It’s a surprise, eyes closed now.”

Sighing, you obeyed. With your eyes closed you sensed his weight leaving the couch and positioning behind your back. You opened your eyes when something cold touched the base of your throat, a small ornament hung from a thin gold chain. You held it between your fingers delicately, it was beautiful. 

You looked at Cillian, who was staring at you expectantly, crouching at the side of the couch to be at your height. 

“So? What do you think?”

“Is really pretty”, you whispered, biting your lip. 

“I have one too,” he confessed, showing you the matching chain. “I saw them in an antique store and thought of you.”

“Thanks, I love it.” 

It really meant a lot to you, the fact that he thought of you while he was away. Even the way he was looking at you at the moment, with a glint of adoration, made your heart ache. You felt your eyes beginning to fill with tears, so you throwed yourself towards him and embraced his shoulders while inhaling his scent. 

Cillian grabbed the sides of your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs before kissing you. When your lips parted, he whispered against your mouth. 

“Happy birthday, Y/N”.

[marcomarconii]

10 Nutrition Rules I Follow (No Diet Needed) 📝

➡️ Diets are temporary fixes that leave you feeling deprived. But if you want long-term results, it’s all about habits. Here are 10 simple nutrition rules that changed everything for me.

1️⃣ Eat Real Food, Not Labels

➡️ If it comes in a box with a long ingredient list, it’s probably not the best choice. Eat whole foods like fruits, veggies, lean proteins, and whole grains. Your body knows how to process real food way better than anything artificial.

💡Shop the perimeter of the grocery store. That’s where you’ll find whole foods. Avoid the middle aisles where most processed foods are.

2️⃣ Protein With Every Meal

➡️ Protein isn’t just for muscle growth. It keeps you full and satisfied. Including it in every meal means fewer cravings and more energy throughout the day.

💡Add a source of protein to every meal, like eggs, chicken, tofu, or Greek yogurt. It makes a big difference in keeping hunger at bay.

3️⃣ Hydrate Like Your Life Depends On It (Because It Does)

➡️ Dehydration often shows up as hunger. Drinking water consistently keeps you energized, improves your workouts, and reduces unnecessary snacking.

💡Carry a water bottle with you always. Aim for at least 8 cups of water a day, more if you’re active.

4️⃣ Don’t Fear Carbs (Choose The Right Ones)

➡️ Carbs fuel your body, but not all carbs are created equal. Swap refined carbs like white bread for complex carbs like oats, sweet potatoes, and quinoa.

💡Switch to whole-grain bread or brown rice. Complex carbs keep you fuller and give you steady energy.

5️⃣ Fill Half Your Plate With Veggies

➡️ Veggies are low in calories and high in fiber, so you can eat more of them and keep your calorie intake in check. Plus, they’re packed with vitamins and minerals.

💡Make half of every meal vegetables—steamed, roasted, or fresh. It helps you stay full without overeating.

6️⃣ Eat Mindfully

➡️ Slow down and enjoy your food. When you eat mindfully, you’re more in tune with your body’s hunger cues and less likely to overeat.

💡Put your fork down between bites and avoid distractions like TV. It helps you enjoy your meal and recognize when you’re full.

7️⃣ Balance is Key—Follow The 80/20 Rule

➡️ You don’t have to eat ideally all the time. Eating well 80% of the time and enjoying treats 20% of the time makes your nutrition sustainable and life a lot more enjoyable.

💡Allow yourself to enjoy your favorite foods in moderation. Plan a treat or two a week without guilt.

8️⃣ Cook at Home as Much as Possible

➡️ Home-cooked meals are always healthier than takeout. You control the ingredients and portions and can avoid hidden sugars or unhealthy fats.

💡Prep simple, easy-to-cook meals on Sundays. Even cooking two to three times a week makes a big difference.

9️⃣ Listen To Your Body, Not The Clock

➡️ Forget the old “3 meals a day” rule. Eat when you’re hungry and stop when you’re full. Learning to listen to your body is key to not overeating.

💡Rate your hunger on a scale of 1-10 before eating. Eat when you’re genuinely hungry, not out of boredom.

🔟 Don’t Drink Your Calories

➡️ Sugary drinks are the sneakiest source of extra calories. Soda, sweetened coffee, and even juices can add hundreds of unnecessary calories to your daily diet.

💡Swap sugary drinks for water, herbal tea, or black coffee. Your waistline will thank you.

➡️ Nutrition isn’t about strict diets or feeling deprived. It’s about creating small, lasting habits that support your health and help you reach your goals.

📌 P.S. Know someone struggling with nutrition? Repost this to help them make healthy changes♻️ For more nutrition tips, check my weekly newsletter here: https://marcomarconii.kit.com/eac0f41c6a 📬

[vermilionhealth]

What are the 5 Habits that Will Turn You into Someone Who is Naturally Fit and Healthy?

Why is it that some people find it so easy to exercise and eat a healthy diet while so many others struggle?

One of the reasons is a difference in mindset.

If you view yourself as someone that can’t follow a diet, you’ll find it very challenging to eat well.

Do you see yourself as a person that doesn’t go to the gym? If so, you probably won’t be able to find your way to the gym with any regularity.

Read more: Top 3 Spices to Add to Your Recipe to Help Your Brain Work Most Effectively!

Someone that eats well doesn’t view food, or himself, in the same way an unhealthy, overweight person views those things.

With the appropriate mindset, you can do anything!

These habits will help turn you into someone who’s naturally fit and healthy:

Make healthy choices and recognize them as such. The best way to think of yourself as someone that makes healthy choices is to make them regularly.

Consider how each decision impacts your health and fitness. Most people never consider the impact a decision has on their health. They choose food based on what they happen to feel like eating at that moment. Or, they search for a parking spot as close to the door of the store as possible out of convenience.

Do your grocery shopping the way a healthy person would. Before you head for the grocery store, make a list of everything you want to buy. Review that list and ensure that you’re making healthy choices. Remove any items that aren’t healthy and replace them with healthier options.

Make time for exercise. Avoid the mindset of, “I’ll exercise today if I have time.” Make time in your regular schedule for exercise.

Whenever you make a healthy choice, notice it and announce to yourself, “I’m the kind of person that chooses healthy food over unhealthy food.” Or, “I’m one of those people that goes to the gym even if it’s raining.”

When you view health and fitness as part of your identity, the behaviors that support that belief occur naturally.

When faced with options, ask yourself, “Which option best supports my health and fitness?”.  When you begin asking this question, you’ll begin the process of changing your mindset.

Stick to your list. The only reason to stray from your list is if you remember something that you need. Avoid the temptation to pick up anything that fails to support your health.

Plan out your week and decide when and where you’re going to work out. You can certainly arrange for 30 minutes of exercise a few times each week. Not sure what kind of workouts are suitable for you? Do try out Crossfit in your local area!

5. Use affirmations. Write five affirmations that affirm your commitment to health and spend a few minutes each day reciting them. Here are a few examples:

I consider the impact every decision I make has on my health.I make my health a priority.I find it easy to stick to a healthy diet.I love to exercise and keep my body fit and healthy.

My mind and body want to be healthy.

Possessing a mindset that supports your goals is a critical part of becoming a healthier person.

We consistently live up to our expectations and beliefs about ourselves. 

If you believe you’re one of those people that eats poorly and can’t stick to an exercise routine, any effort to change this reality will be a tremendous struggle.

If you can develop the mindset of a healthy and fit person, you’ll become healthier and fitter.

You couldn’t stop yourself from making progress even if you tried.

Change your mindset and your life will change, too.

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[aly-writes]

hey, aly! i would like to request a reader x lee eunhyuk one shot wherein they are in a romantic relationship even before the chaos ensued in the apartment (and the world lmao). reader watches eunhyuk change from being the affectionate, high-spirited s/o to a cold and withdrawn one. maybe with a prompt: “i’m sick of missing you when you’re right here."?

please make it full of angst (with a bit of fluff in the end, up to you hehe).

thank you, lovely aly! 💖

thank you for requesting, nonnie! eunyeok is tied as my favorite character with hyunsu, i love them both so much. this was fun to write! hope it was to your liking. despite angst being my favorite to read, i can never seem to write is as well i'd like to, so i hope it lives up to your standards

yall i got SO carried away with this request, it turned out much longer than i thought it would

word count: 3,149

warnings: angst, arguing, fluff at the end

wilting flowers — lee eunhyeok

He was everything you could’ve asked for. Your shining light in a world full of darkness. Eunhyeok was a perceptive man. A man that wouldn’t let your worries take over you without interrupting your thoughts himself. One doesn’t go into the medical field without naturally caring for humans to some extent, and he showcased that to you in every interaction you had.

You could remember when you first introduced him to your mother. She was a harsh woman. Building a life for the two of you after being abandoned by your father lead her to a distant attitude and tough skin. Even so, you couldn’t ask for more from her. It’s hard for a single woman to support a newborn child with only 30,000 won to her name.

She never verbally said she loved you, nor did she give you comforting hugs. You were envious of the other children at school. The way they talked about their family activities, or walking home with their other siblings. You never even heard a simple ‘congratulations’ for a perfect report card. It was difficult. But…

She loved you in her own type of way. You knew that.

Your mother requested to meet Eunhyeok over dinner after she heard about your boyfriend. She was impressed with his aspirations and even more impressed by his formality around her. You were relieved to see them getting along nicely. Things were going more smoothly than you thought they would.

That was until she turned her attention to you, asking you a simple question that had more meaning than she let on.

“So, Y/N. How are you fairing these days?”

To any other person, the words would’ve slipped by them as a simple conversation starter. A way to check up on someone you haven’t talked to. But you had lived with her for eighteen years of her life, and if those years taught you anything, it was how to read between the lines.

The tone of her voice, the emphasis of her words, all of it was a jab at you. A jab at how you decided you were too burnt out to go to college, a jab at how you were stuck in a low-paying retail job with shitty management. She had a habit of taking out her pent-up frustration on you in the form of words.

Your jaw tensed up a bit, but you quickly hid it behind a gentle smile and began to tell her about your work. You told her about life in the Green Home and how you met Eunhyeok because he helped you pick up the bag of groceries you dropped as you were walking out of the grocery store. You told her every detail you could. Because that was the only way you knew how to distract yourself from the things she would deem as failures.

Before you could go on, an unexpected voice cut through your words. Eunhyeok began to speak, telling her about your accomplishments. Complimenting you now and then. She listened intently, pleasantly surprised at the way he spoke of you. That was the moment you knew you were surely in love with him.

It was only when you got back to the Green Home that he held you tightly in his arms, not leaving your apartment until he confirmed that you were emotionally okay.

After a while, you came over to his apartment so frequently that you could be mistaken for family. It took a few months for Eunyu to warm up to you, but after a conversation about her love for ballet spiraled into something much deeper, she started treating you like the sister she never had.

He would take you out on dates with what little money he had left, he would hold your hand, spend nights on end talking about whatever came to mind, and devote his heart to you. You had high hopes that it would last forever.

But it didn’t.

The world came to an abrupt halt, your relationship going along with it. Monsters roamed the land and there was no telling who was next. For all you knew, you could be the next victim to the intense nosebleeds and skull-crushing headaches.

Eunhyeok had the world resting on his shoulders. Despite being one of the youngest in the crowd, his calm demeanor and quick thinking pushed him into the position of leader among the group. They put an outlandish amount of trust in his decisions. Every single one of them.

You knew why they did this. Being scared out of your mind puts a certain amount of fragility in a person’s thought process. When you see someone so calm and filled with authority, you can’t help but follow them.

But it wasn’t good for him. You had known him long enough to see that. Over the past couple of weeks, he had transformed from the sweet, loving Eunhyeok into someone distant and unknown. It reminded you of your mother.

Your love reminded you of wilting flowers. Something so beautiful when tended to regularly, but could collapse into a tragic end when neglected and ignored.

Now, here you were. Walking to his location with his dinner in your hand. He missed mealtime so often that it almost seemed like this was a nightly routine for you.

“Eunhyeok?” you called out, the words rolling off of your tongue softly. Along with your voice came gentle knocks of the door of the security office, trying to catch his attention. He spent all of his time in that damn room.

He turned his chair around and made eye contact with you. God, you would never get over how gorgeous his eyes were. They were always so warm and filled with love. Whenever he looked at you, it felt like you were getting wrapped in a warm blanket, butterflies dancing around in your chest.

But now… his gaze chilled you to the bone.

“What is it?” he questioned, quickly breaking your stare. You cleared your throat and walked to the desk, placing the plate you held in your free hand down. He looked at you expectantly, raising a brow in your direction.

“Dinner.” You gestured to the food. Watching as he shifted his gaze to the rations, you bit your lip. The tension emitting from his body made your muscles tighten up, nerves beginning to run in and out of your system.

“I’m not hungry,” he answered simply, turning back to the cameras. You pursed your lips, moving closer to him.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, desperately calling out his name. “Eunhyeok, you haven’t eaten anything all day. Please.”

Immediately, you felt his shoulder stiffen and his posture go straight. You gulped down any moisture and felt your mouth go dry. He hesitated a bit, slowly shrugging your hand off of his shoulder.

“I’m busy, Y/N. Sorry.”

You clamped your hands together restlessly, getting slightly uncomfortable with the sternness of his voice. Even still, you were concerned about his health. He barely left the room, only doing so for important meetings and group decisions. It had been like this for the past week or two. You couldn’t imagine the stress he was under thinking he was responsible for such a large amount of lives. So you pressed on.

“I-” You temporarily lost your voice, quickly gathering yourself. “I understand that. I can watch the cameras for you if you want, just please eat something.”

You ended your sentence with a shaky breath, awaiting his response. When you were met with nothing, you felt a weight form in your stomach.

You could walk out of the room right now and leave the situation, just like you’ve done for the past week. Leave him alone, don’t confront the problem. You had always been scared of confrontation.

But at this point, you felt as if you were far too deep to do that. If there was ever a time for you to bring up your concerns, it was now, right? Swallowing down any remaining remnants of cowardice in your throat, you spoke up.

“I know you’re probably stressed, but you can talk to me, Eunhy-”

“Can you just… drop it?” he asked, keeping his eyes trained on the screens. The tone of his voice was icy. It wasn’t too noticeable, but you could tell. You clenched your jaw, shaking your head.

“No,” you said back, voice quiet. “No, I can’t drop it. What’s going on with you lately?” This seemed to catch enough of his attention to make him spin around. He looked up at you, your E/C eyes connecting with his.

“Let’s not talk about this, Y/N,” he replied, once again trying to drag your focus away from the topic. He was about to turn back around once more, but the sudden rise in your voice was enough to make his eyes widen.

“How can I not talk about it? You’re ignoring me every day, am I supposed to be okay with that? Just tell me what’s going on…!” you gasped out, your frustration seeping through the cracks.

“I can’t deal with this—” He stood up quickly, gesturing between the two of you. “—with us, anymore! I can’t deal with everyone here while giving you the attention you need! I’m sick of it! Why does it matter so much to you, anyway?!” he shouted with fire in his voice.

“Because I’m sick of missing you when you’re right here, that’s why!” you retaliated, feeling tears prick your eyes. “Because I’m in love with you, and I miss spending time with the person I love!”

You were now chest to chest with the boy, staring straight into his eyes. Tears were on the verge of spilling past your eyelids, but you held them in as you continued to vent the feelings that had been held in the back of your mind for weeks.

“But it feels like you can’t stand to be around me, so I never know where I stand around you! And now I know why—” your voice cracked, a single tear slipping down your cheek. “—you just don’t love me like you used to…” you ended shakily, voice weak and helpless.

You closed your eyes, letting the tears fall as you turned around and rushed out of the room. Overwhelmed with emotion, you dashed towards the restrooms. Away from people. That is what you needed; to be away from people. To be by yourself for a moment. Leaning against the wall, you slowly slid to the floor. You brought your knees up to your chest and buried your face into your arms. Soft sobs wracked your body.

Did you say too much? Your brain is telling you no; you had a right to say the worries that had been on your mind. Sure, he was stressed, but he shouldn’t have taken it out on you. But your heart, on the other hand, was telling you the complete opposite. If you hadn’t pushed him, the argument wouldn’t have occurred, and you wouldn’t be crying on the dirty bathroom floor. He has a lot going on and he needs space. That includes distance from you.

Your mind was so filled with complicated thoughts that you didn’t even notice a presence sit down next to you, a sigh escaping their lips. You looked up at them due to the sudden noise, surprised to find yourself next to Eunyu. She looked you up and down, turning her gaze away.

“You look like shit,” she declared.

You frowned, burying your head back into the comfort of your arms. She seemed to notice that her words weren’t much help, quickly recoiling.

“Sorry, I mean… what’s going on?”

The invitation to vent lingered in the air. You brought your face out from its hiding spot. It was almost too good of an offer to turn down. Almost. Eunhyeok was her brother, you didn’t want to get her involved with your relationship drama with him. You didn’t want her to gain ill feelings towards her brother because she only got your side of the story, nor did you want her to harness bad feelings towards you for the same situation.

You looked into her eyes. Warm and welcoming, ready to take on any problems that come their way. It was rare to see them like this, a stark contrast to their abrasive nature. Seeing her eyes look at you like this reminded you of her brother. The way he used to look at you. The mere thought brought tears to your eyes once again, and you let out a weak sob.

“I miss him,” you whispered, leaning your head against the wall.

“You miss him? Who?” she interrogated. When met with no answer, she pieced one together on her own. “My brother?”

You nodded, too afraid to speak in fear of another onslaught of tears letting loose. She groaned and let a wave of annoyance come over her.

“What stupid shit did he do this time?”

“Nothing,” you quickly came to his defense, shaking your head. “We just got into an argument.”

“About?” she pressed on, determined to get information out of you. Too tired to protest, you gave in.

“Nothing specific, he’s just… he’s been distant lately. I think he’s sick of me,” you murmured, closing your eyes once more. You were still trying to process what he said to you. He couldn’t deal with the relationship anymore, so why couldn’t you accept that.

“Bullshit!” Eunyu shouted, giving you a light punch on the shoulder. You raised your eyebrows at her, confused at the sudden outburst.

“How stupid can you be?” she continued. “Eunhyeok can be an asshole, but he loves you a lot, you know? He’s constantly worrying about you.”

“Huh?” you mumbled, dumbfounded at the words that just came out of her mouth.

She stood up and brushed the dirt off of her skirt, giving you an expectant look. “Go talk to him in the morning. If you’re taking the fight this hard, he’s probably taking it harder. Trust me.”

With that she walked off, leaving you alone to contemplate her words on the cold tile of the bathroom floor. You weren’t sure how well you would sleep after the harsh words exchanged between the two of you, but for right now, it was the only thing you could do.

And so, when the time came, you followed Eunyu’s advice. Your guesses about your rest were correct. It was hard to sleep peacefully while thinking about everything you said. Add on the things that were said to you and you have yourself a night full of tossing and turning.

You woke up before a good majority of the other residents. One was missing though, and you weren’t surprised to figure out it was Eunhyeok. He was always an early riser. Taking in a nervous breath, you got up and stretched your legs, beginning your walk to find the man of the hour.

You were quite shocked to find the security office empty. It was rare to not see your boyfriend working his day away on plans for the group. How to ration out food, who’s buddying with who, and who stands watch for the day. With no luck, you went to the only other place you could think of.

The grocery store held a small bit of significance in your relationship. After all, it was where you first met. Sure, it wasn’t the most romantic place in the Green Home (but let’s be honest, the apartment complex itself didn’t have the most romantic atmosphere around), but it was special to you and that’s what mattered.

You entered the doorway, taking in a nervous breath as you saw him down the farthest aisle. It was now or never. You slowly stepped in his direction. It was a bit nerve-wracking. You weren’t sure if you should speak up and let him know you’re in the area, or if you should leave it until he noticed you. In the end, you didn’t need to make a decision, as he had already made one for you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. Even though he hadn’t turned around, it seemed that you weren’t as sneaky as you thought. He had heard your quiet shuffles the entire time. You gave up the muted walking and stepped forward, ending up by his side. It was then you could see what he was staring at.

In front of him sat the small flower selection of the supermarket. All of them had long since wilted, leaving nothing but droopy, dry petals. Something that used to be so full of life, now lie decaying and sad. Without the sunlight and water they needed, they died, too tired to do anything different. It was eye-opening how the loss of love and care could lead to such a sad fate.

You frowned, glancing up at his face.

His expression was as stoic as usual. Though, with further inspection, you saw the hint of regret in his eyes. Before you could examine him any more, he turned his face to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. For everything.”

Those words were all you needed to hear. The look in his eyes told the other half of his story, the half he was too afraid to say out loud. Eunhyeok was never one to request for help, and you understood that. He knew the consequences of his actions, and even if he wasn’t going to say them out loud, the way he looked at you told you everything you needed to know.

You lifted your hand up to his face, slowly brushing your thumb against his cheekbone. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes for a moment.

“I know you’re stressed,” you admitted softly. “But I’m here to support you. You don’t have to push me away.”

“I know.”

He brought his hand up to rest on your own. His palm was much colder than yours and you couldn’t help but feel the urge to bring him into a hug. To share your warmth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest. He reciprocated the action, bringing his arms around your waist.

You felt a small kiss being pressed onto your forehead, and in that moment, you knew. Life was rough, and trying to work through a relationship was even harder. But you would be okay, and so you would your love for Eunhyeok.

You were reminded of the many uses for a flower that had been wilted. Gorgeous wall art, pleasant smelling candles… and they could even be composted. Recycled so that new flowers could grow to be just as alluring as the ones before them once were.

Your journey with Eunhyeok had been rough, but it could grow into something strong and delightful with just a little care.

Just like wilted flowers.

[thinkingofsimpyboisinc]

Using a random word generator to help make stuff for y’all. :,) If you have requests, send them now bc I’m on the grind.

WORD: GRADIENT

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?: an inclined part of a road or railway; a slope.

CHARACTER: TECHNOBLADE

WARNINGS: Yandere, Possible Predator/Prey (NON-sexual), Injury, Stalking, Implied Kidnapping

A/N: This isn’t CC!Technoblade. It’s just a random version of C!Technoblade. He still has pink hair, but the story takes place in modern times. Thank you for listening.

You had originally met him at a grocery store. You were new to the area and didn’t know where anything was in the store; he was standing in the same aisle up ahead. You had asked for one item or another and thanked him when he showed you, but he wasn’t done yet. He walked you to the area and continued chatting, which didn’t bother you; friends were always nice to have. He introduced himself as Technoblade, a bit of a strange name, but you weren’t one to judge (at least not openly.) You introduced yourself back, bought your items, and left. Little did you know, that was enough for him.

That night, Technoblade had never left your presence, not that you knew that. He made sure to be quiet, walking slowly and staying in the shadows. On occasion, you’d turn around just to check that no one was behind you, but Techno was quick. He avoided your sight and watched with interest as you walked into an apartment building; he had your address. He went home that night, remembering everything he had learned that day - learning your schedule would be hard, but not impossible. It’d just take time, time that he had.

Ever since that day, Techno would randomly appear at places you’d be at. You concluded that he must have been a rather active person, despite what other locals had told you about him. You recall a time where a gas station employee told you to ‘watch out for that one.’ You were puzzled but shrugged it off to dumb, small-town rumours. With his monotone voice and sharp, red eyes, some dumb teenagers or cynical, old women had to have something to say about him. You found it quite ridiculous, to be honest. Techno had been a real help to you while you’ve been here; he was rather attractive as well. Some people on this Earth just had to be awful.

You started realising that something was up when he had mentioned your cat on one of your meetings. You didn’t recall telling him about your cat; you never saw a reason to. He insisted that you had told him, that maybe you just didn’t remember it because it wasn’t too important. You gave him the benefit of the doubt, but you always found it a bit strange. The second incident happened only two days after. You and Techno had ran into each other at your workplace. It was late and your shift had just ended, so after closing up and exiting the building, you turned and immediately bumped into someone’s chest. Upon backing away and looking up (after apologising, of course,) you recognised the familiar face of Technoblade. He gave an awkward chuckle - something you noticed could be a force of habit - and asked, sort of jokingly but also not in a way, if you were still open. You found it a bit odd that he’d even think the shop would be open at this time of night, and deep down, you knew it wasn’t just a coincidence either. You still pushed the thoughts away and made a joke that maybe he could be an exception.

You made a bit of small talk and took note of the nice-looking car behind him; you recalled him mentioning his job once, saying it ‘paid nicely’ (something that you found weird was why he felt the need to mention his job that day, the conversation had nothing to do with work) so you assumed it was his. He offered a ride, saying he didn’t see any other cars around, which was true; no one else could be seen or heard at this time of night. You declined. You weren’t sure as to what it was, but something about Techno had just felt off today. Maybe it had something to do with him showing up to your workplace just a minute after you locked the doors or maybe that he was even out at this time of night, allegedly ‘just for a bite.’ You said you’d just walk home even if your home was far away, you didn’t see any reason to be scared. It was a rather safe area, anyway. He persisted and after a bit of back and forth, you became too tired to wanna walk home, so you gave in.

His car was just as nice as it looked. The seats were cozy and the car was clean. As soon as you were both in the car and buckled, he immediately started driving, not once asking about where you lived. Instead, he explored other topics such as how your day was, what was going on at work, any troubles with customers; just all the standard questions he’d ask. You couldn’t help but realise, however, how he knew the direct path to your house. You knew you never told him. You slowly stopped responding to his questions and comments to contemplate any point in time where he might’ve learned where you lived, and this behaviour didn’t go unnoticed. Techno glanced over at you and questioned if everything was alright. You couldn’t hide it any longer, you let it out. Blurting the question out, Techno glanced at you. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel harder; he gave a short sound of questioning and seemed visibly upset despite the shaky smile he wore.

You asked again, “How do you know where I live?” He gave an nervous chuckle and attempted to tell you that you’ve told him or he walked you home before; you called him out over and over until, eventually, he just went silent. You pressed forward, continually asking him and mentioning all the other things he had done that was strange. His face was full of anger, jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed. Any other time, you would’ve found his anger attractive, but as he took a sharp left turn, you questioned your taste in men. You felt the back of your head collide with the door and your vision went black for a few seconds before you came back to Techno shaking your arm, assumedly to make sure you were alive. You shoved his hand off you, now getting increasingly anxious as well as frustrated. He tried to de-escalate the situation, but you were persistent, demanding he stop the car and let you out. He refused and instead sped up.

As you sat there you came to the realisation that he was no longer on route to your house. The forest stood just a few yards ahead of the car, the trees were close to each other and it was hard to see through the thick woods. If he took you in here, you would never get out. Where would he even take you? What was he going to do with you? Why you out of all people? As the thoughts flooded your brain, you began to hyperventilate, tears pouring down your face. Techno glanced over to you and tried to calm you down, insisting that you would be okay and he’d ‘take good card of you.’ Hearing his forever monotone voice only made you sob harder. He was always so nonchalant about everything, how could he be calm in a moment like this? You looked out the window to try to get a hold of your surroundings - you were in the forest, deep in the forest. You looked behind, your vision blurred from your tears that still w from your eyes, and couldn’t see anything but forest behind you. You weren’t sure how deep in you were, but you couldn’t see the road you were taking anymore. Maybe that was just because of your blurry vision, maybe you were both out further than you thought - you couldn’t tell. You looked around for an escape, anything that could possibly get you out of this situation. Even if you knew that, no matter what, it would be either man or nature that took; you preferred nature.

The passagener side window was cracked, presumably from the impact of your head, and had some blood dripping down from the cracks, again, presumably from your head. The blood was worrying, but the sight of the lock controls on the door boasted your mood. You looked over at Techno, who was focused on getting through the clearing ahead; he didn’t question your silence (besides your continuing crying, that is.) You slowly reached your hand towards the door controls, never looking away from him; as soon as you would unlock the door, he’d know, so you’d have to open the door immediately. You’re grateful that as soon as he took the left turn, you’d unbuckled; it saved time and possibly your chance of escaping.

You unlocked the door and through it open.

As expected, Techno immediately looked over at you, but you were already out. You rolled a few times and combined with the feeling of your head pounding from the turn, you thought that going with Techno might not have been that bad. You push those thoughts down and pushed yourself up; Techno had already stopped the car a few yards ahead, you didn’t have time to stagger around. You bolted into the woods and tried to tell yourself that you would be fine, that you’d stick somewhat close to the path but even the most experienced adventurers would get lost in the thick wood. You ran without care, knowing that Techno would be right on your tail. As you continued through the forest, slowly losing your sense of time as well as direction, you began wondering how worth it this was. You went into the woods thick enough to make even the brightest days seem dark with no further experience with manoeuvring the forest just to spite a man whose intentions weren’t even known to you? You knew that there was no getting out of this, it was either him or certain death by nature. You debated turning back and going to hopefully find Techno but as you heard someone grow near, you snapped into reality and ran as fast as you could. This time, however, he wasn’t letting up; he was a fast runner and clearly knew more about getting through these woods, but you were determined.

The forest grew thicker and the night grew darker, but Technoblade was ever-so persistent. You were tired and covered in cuts and bruises from the tree branches and other parts of the woods. You ran as fast as you could, but you didn’t know how much longer you could go. You saw a bright shine from the moon ahead and opted to continue running in that direction. You pushed through and ran straight into light…. only to slip and fall down the gradient. You must’ve hit your head again while falling, or maybe you just lost so much blood that it seemed like that, and your vision grew darker. You heard the sound of someone sliding down the slope - they obviously had more experience in stuff like this, you wondered if you weren’t the first person this happened to - and a shadow was casted over you. As your vision began going dark for what you hoped to be the last time, Technoblade gave a slight huff and you felt yourself be lifted up and carried off.

[moonhoures]

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, pls come through with soft boyfriend hours with yeonjun, i really need some cheering up right now, and yeonjun is my baby. i loved that ask about you sending him little messages through the day and some memes XD. i just feel like he radiates warmth and comfort, I really think that if you date yeonjun it’s almost like dating your best friend, cause he knows your little habits and quirks, and tries his best to engage in some of your interests, it just feels really wholesome, like he knows you, he understands you on such a deep level, that some days you don’t even have to say anything and he will know if you need anything 🥺🥺🥺🥺. pls if you have any headcanon about soft!bf yeonjun pls do share (it can be something super mundane, like something you don’t really think twice about in the moment, but then leaves you all dnufenucedhued on the inside) 💖💖💖💖💖💖

pls i could talk abt bf!txt for forever. i’ve been waiting for this 😩 these are just a few random things from the top of my head:

- bf!yeonjun will send you like 100 texts a day abt anything and everything, whenever he gets the chance. it’s usually just to check in and ask how your day’s going or to send you things that reminded him of you like “i heard your favorite song playing at the store today and i thought abt you :)” or “saw these cute shoes at the mall and thought they looked like something you’d like.”

- he’s the type to remember everything you tell him, even if they’re off-handed things. like you mentioned once a while back that you hated tomatoes and it never came up again but one day you’re at a dinner and your food comes with a tomato in/on it. you don’t want to make a scene so you go to push it to the side, but he tells the waiter and gets you a new dish without tomato bc he remembered you mentioning it that one time so long ago

- speaking of food, you sometimes feel bad for wasting food. you get a nice big meal only to find yourself full and guilty in the middle of it, no matter how hungry you were when you ordered it. he knows how terrible you feel for not finishing, and since he loves to eat, he just takes it upon himself to finish your food for you. he gets a full, happy tummy and you don’t feel bad for wasting. it’s a win win! :D

- he thinks matching outfits are kind of cheesy but he loves complimentary clothing! like if you have a green shirt on, he’ll find a bracelet or pair of shoes that goes with his outfit in the same green color.

- but he does like to match jewelry!! i think he’d love to have matching earring sets especially. like you get two pairs of earrings and swap one so that you have mis-matched matched sets. (does that make sense? idk….like you get a pair of flower earrings and a pair of simple chain earrings. you take one flower and one chain earring and he does the same that way you each have one half of the set? i hope that makes sense lol idk how else to explain it)

- when he’s feeling sleepy/tired in public, he likes to rest his head on your shoulder and link his arm with yours, holding your hand.

- hates having phones on the table at dinner/lunch dates bc he wants all the attention to be on each other. he wants to talk to you and enjoy his time with you without any distractions

- any time you go to the grocery store/convenient store/gas station he always asks if you want any snacks/drinks because he’ll get you anything you want whenever you want it. he loves to spoil you!!

- loves taking you on night drives to just listen to music and spend time with you. he gives me ‘holding your hand over the console while i drive’ bf vibes and it makes me soft </3

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Okay concept: Yandere Ingo and Emmet who are interested in the same person, right? Given how organized these two are, they work like a well oiled machine when it comes to keeping an eye on you. They both know your schedule down to a T. Even if both of them are working on the subway, they have studied your habits down to the letter to have an idea of where you are or where you will be. Something new came up? They are Subway Bosses. If one of them can't be there to watch you themselves, they know enough people to pull in a few favors, no questions asked. Besides, both are such nice guys, who would suspect the security footage they asked for was really just so they could watch you have coffee in a cafe across the street? They both take time to watch you, outside your house, juuuust outta sight. You go somewhere, like to the store, one of them is conveniently there, buying groceries for him and his brother. Going to work using the subway? Oh look! it's one of the Subway Bosses! Turns out they like to ride the regular subway trains every so often to make safety and security checks. They both also leave you things. Notes, food, gifts they know you'd like. All from your 'secret admirer' of course. They've spent so much time watching you, they have decent ideas on what you like, or things you might enjoy. It's all going well, but they don't count on one tiny little detail they both seem to miss. You are entirely aware they are stalking you, and you are so into it. You don't know how you did it, but you managed to capture the attention of both Subway Bosses. But hey, from what you have seen, they aren't so bad. They haven't been anything but kind to you when you talk, and they are amazing trainers. Plus, you know for a fact they have kept you safe when you have gone out to do errands, whether if be on the subway or out walking by yourself. They aren't as sneaky as they like to think, nor are you as oblivious as you make yourself seem. One of them always out when you go shopping, or ride the train? its not hard to connect the dots. Emmet's bright white coat at night, or Ingo's dark coat during the day? Pretty easy to spot in the crowds or at a house near yours. You practically revel in the attention. When was the last time people went out of their way to please you? See you happy? Buy you things? Check on your safety? It was sweet, and almost intoxicating. You wanted nothing more than to thank them and praise them for everything they have done for you. But not yet. It's still too soon, and you don't want to scare them off if they thought you knew. You were a patient person, though. You could wait a little while longer to see what they would do next. -Dom!Reader Anon

Just imagine knowing this and deciding to tease them. Drop something and bend over to pick it up make sure they get a full View of your ass.

Maybe flash someone you're talking to those crazy eyes. Give a random somebody lots of your attention.

Would they act? Are they jealous?will they make the first move?

It won't hurt just giving them a little more motivation.

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here to send a soob request!!!! could you write a little!binnie x caregiver!reader where he’s being very naughty the whole day and not listening to you so you tell him off and accidentally raise your voice at him and he starts crying and apologizing because he’s scared you don’t think he’s a good boy anymore? :( your blog has me so soft <33

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Toy Tantrum

It was a windy Saturday in March when you decided to do your bi-weekly shopping trip. Soobin, your lovely baby boy, also had the day off, so it was bound to be a perfect day. Little Binnie usually loved shopping trips; he could regress and you could get the shopping done. Bundling him up in his coziest, baby blue puffer jacket before leaving, you smiled. Today would be a good day, and you'd finally get to spend some time together, away from your busy schedules.

Binnie loved seeing all the different colors, observing shoppers and worker interactions, hearing all the interesting sounds like the hustle and bustle of a grocery store, lively families, and the toy section which was full of different buttons he could push. Although today your little one wasn't as well behaved as he usually was. Whilst selecting items that were on this week's exceedingly lengthy list, you had to repeatedly remind him to stop picking up and touching everything in the store, something you normally only had to do once.

After checking off your grocery list, you remembered you had just run out of laundry detergent last night, so you brought your baby along with you. Making sure he held on to the cart since he would so easily get distracted, you made your way across the store. Grabbing on different things that caught his eye when you passed the aisles together while chewing on his jacket sleeve, you had to stop and hand him your phone, hoping his favorite game would distract him. Ignoring you, Binnie gasped and waddled into the aisle you had stopped at. 

A large and shiny train set had caught his attention. Binnie poked at the large box, giggling before picking it up offering it to you with sweet puppy eyes and a shy bunny smile that broke your heart. Lately, you had been struggling with spoiling him. You rarely had the heart to say no. 

"Baby we just bought you that no-bake oven last week. We can get this another time. Come on.", you took the box in your hands and set it back on the shelf, not allowing yourself to be trapped in this habit of spending money on him any time he gave you those eyes. It wasn't that he didn't deserve it, your baby deserved the world and more, but he had been developing an attitude recently. An unsavory attitude that screamed 'spoiled child', and you had to put your foot down.

"No!!", he whined and stomped his feet, "I don wan the dummy oven!!", he took the box off the shelf, wrapping it in his arms. He wanted it badly, torn, you could see that. But if you gave in, he wouldn't respect your word anymore.

"Binnie, baby. Mommy said no. We have to check out, now. You haven't had lunch and you're getting grumpy, baby, let's go.", once again you took the box and set it away, taking his hand into yours and pulling him along to get the laundry detergent and then check out. 

In the check-out line, the situation did not get better. Knocking different things down while he glared at you, his lips formed a pout as he mumbled, "not fair...". But you'd have to deal with his behavior in the car, as it was time for you to pay. On your way to the restaurant, he was silent, clearly ignoring you and not letting you hold his hand. Was this toy that important to him? 

"Binnie... sweetheart, do you wanna get ice cream after lunch?", you reached for his hand again but he crossed his arms and looked out the window.

"Nn.", he pouted further, showing you his displeasure. Surprised, you chewed your inner cheek, not even ice cream would fix this one.

Sitting down at the restaurant, you manage to get him to take his coat off and even got him a kids menu so he could color. 

"What do you want to eat, bunny?", you looked over the menu yourself, trying to decide on your order. When he didn't answer, you looked up and tapped the table where he blankly stared, not touching his crayons. Repeating yourself once more, you waited for a response. 

"Are you ready to order?", a brightly smiling waitress with a notepad stood at the tableside. Sighing, you had to ask for a little more time to decide, Soobin wasn't budging. You'd never seen him this stubborn before. Surely, four-year-olds couldn't be this hard to handle.

"What's wrong, baby. Talk to me. You have to answer mommy when I ask you a question.", you tried for the third time to reach for his hand but again were denied. Trying to keep your cool, you take a deep breath, thinking of something to order for him. When the waitress came back you ordered for the both of you and hoped he'd eat when he got his favorite smiley fries. 

When the food finally came and the two of you were alone again you tried to talk to him about possibly getting a treat or picking out a new toy next week when you got paid again but he only huffed and stared at his plate.

"Honey... are you gonna eat? Mommy's getting worried.", you set down your fork, losing your appetite. Instead of responding he whined and kicking his feet under the table, drawing attention from the people around you. You'd had enough. Flagging the waiter, you got to-go boxes so you could take him home. But even that became a chore as he refused to wear his coat. Taking his hand you took him out of the store and opened the door for him to get in the car but he only sat down, with his legs outside of the door. Taking each of his legs, you put them inside and slammed the door, huffing and making your way to your side and slamming your own door. Putting on your seatbelt, you put your keys in the ignition, glancing at him.

"Seatbelt.", you spoke seriously, done babying him while he was behaving like a brat. But he sat there, fists clenched, still ignoring you.

"Choi Soobin! This is NOT going to get you what you want. If you're going to act up this way and embarrass us in public, I won't be getting you any new toys at all!", you yelled and slammed your palms on the steering wheel. Your ears burned hot with frustration, your was baby acting so out of character. Turning your head to look at him, ready to reach over and fasten his seatbelt for him, your heart drops. Innumerable tears were falling into his lap, knuckles turning white from clenching them so tightly.

 "No, no. I'm so sorry, baby boy.", you put your hand out to him but he flinched, filling you with dread. "I...Mommy gets sad when you don't talk to her. I don't know what you're thinking, baby..."

Sitting there for a moment, you stared down at the keys in the ignition, "I know you wanted that toy. We can see about getting it next time baby. Mommy's sorry you're so upset, Binnie."

A weak sob left his mouth and you snapped your head in his direction, wanting so desperately to comfort him, "Can Mommy hug you, baby?", your nose began to sting, tears threatening your own eyes. Nodding he threw himself into your arms.

 "I know, baby, mommy was mean. Mommy shouldn't have said those bad things", you pressed your nose into his soft, lavender-scented hair and rubbed his back in big circles, letting him get out all his sadness.

"Binnie made mommy mad..", he sniffled and leaned back to wipe his eyes and nose, "J-just wann toy a-and mommy. S-sorry.", he laid back on your shoulder, sleepiness taking over. 

"Hey... you have mommy... I'm sorry we've been so busy, hunny. Mommy's missed you so much, baby.", you cooed, scratching his head gently, soothing him just how he always liked.

"Is Binnie still a good boy?", he whispered, tears finally dry.

"Always, baby. You're always my good boy. Good boys have bad days too, bunny."

🧸End note: Hi babieee! Thank you sm for being patient while I work on your request! I honestly loved this so much. When I first started my blog, Little!Soobin wasn’t really a priority for me or something I could see myself writing. But now it’s one of my favorites T^T I love my lil baby bunny so much! At first, with this one I had a hard time trying to figure out what would make my sweet baby boy misbehave. But I think this came out great! I hope you like it as much as I do, anonie! god… writing this hurt my heart so much. I don’t wanna see my Binnie baby bunny boy cry T^T <333💕

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|| haikyuu boys finding you asleep on the couch after an argument ||

includes: kuroo tetsurou, miya osamu, & oikawa tooru

a/n- hello! sorry for posting so late, but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i was actually in the mood to finish it so i hope yall enjoy! oh and im not really sure about how i feel about it,,, might take it down later we shall see.

warnings: none ( lmk if there’s anything! )

KUROO -

last night you saw a post kuroo’s “work wife” had made on instagram with her kissing him on the cheek, and it didn’t make you feel the best, so you decided to bring it up to him the next morning. and you did, just as he was getting ready for work you talked to him about it.

you were standing in front of him filled with anger arguing about how it made you uncomfortable, “can you please listen?! i dont feel comfortable with your “work wife” kissing you?” you yelled. “Y/N it was on the cheek its not a big deal!” and to be honest you just wanted to cry. 

finally, he walked past you and opened the door. “i don’t have time for this y/n, stop being so insecure! at least she wouldn’t argue over something so small!” and with that, he slammed the door and you stood there stunned. kuroo knew that he shouldn’t have said that, instant regret and guilt filled his gut.

 but he already said it, he can’t do anything about it now. with a frustrated sigh, he went to work. hoping to fix everything when he gets home. you stood there speechless, as you realized you still had work so slowly you made your way to the bathroom. 

after getting ready and grabbing a quick snack you were out the door with a heavy chest. once you get home, tired and feeling worse than before. you trudged to the couch and plopped down letting out a shaky sigh remembering the argument and the words he said repeating in your head. 

you broke down crying, and before you knew it, the exhaustion from today took over and you were sound asleep on the couch. kuroo got home an hour later, he felt guilty and was already practicing how he’d apologize to you as he walked in.“y/n? kitten?” no answer. 

he called out again, and was met with silence, he made his way over to the living room where he found you sleeping on the couch. gently walking towards you he knelt down, and saw your tear-stained face which made his heart sink. “i fucked up” he said to himself.

giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead he softly apologized and carried you to the bedroom. you ended up waking up when you felt his body weight dent the bed. “tetsu?” you said softly squinting at him. relief rushes through his body at the sound of his nickname. looking at you with guilt in his eyes

“im so sorry kitten, i shouldn’t have said that. i didn’t mean to hurt you” he said gently. at that tears started flowing again and he was quick to hug you and wipe your tears with his other hand. “it’s ok, i shouldn’t have been so insecure anyways” 

he shook his head with a frown “no it’s not your fault ok? i didn’t mean anything i said. i love you so so much and i’m so lucky that you’re mine” you look up at him and gave him a small smile “okay” before cuddling closer to him. giving you a soft kiss on the lips he hugged you tighter as you both fell asleep.

OSAMU -

osamu was just having a horrible day, his head was pounding and the customers he had to deal with today were just plain rude. then he had to do most of the work since one of his employees called in sick, and for some reason, everything just annoyed him.

you on the other hand did not know about his day at all and thought it would be nice of you to make a surprise visit. walking in with a huge smile on your face stopping midway when you realize he wasn’t at the counter. “where’s samu?” you asked sweetly to the employee

“he’s in the back, i think he has a headache,” she says giving you a small smile. you can tell something was off by the way she spoke but decided to just brush it off and make your way to the back. “hi samu! surprise!” you exclaimed cheerfully as you make your way towards him

he just kind of looks at you, which you thought was weird, but you decided to hug him anyways. when he doesn’t hug you back and groan, you pull away and look at him “baby i heard you had a headache. i didn’t bring any medicine, but we could eat first and i-” 

you couldn’t even finish your sentence since osamu just stood up. he was infuriated and had no clue why, usually loved listening to you but today he was just annoyed. “look y/n a don’t mean ta be rude, but a don't have the energy for this right now. please just go home.” he said coldly staring right at you.

“excuse me? i came here to surprise you and this is what i get??” you said in shock, voice a little louder this time. rolling his eyes “Oh wow am so surprised! now will ya please go home? a don’t wanna argue right now!” he yelled. with tears forming in your eyes you quickly wiped them and left. osamu knew he shouldn’t have said all that, but he was too mad to run after you in front of all the customers. 

you rushed home and sluggishly made your way to your room to change into something comfier, making your way to the couch, curling up into a ball allowing your tears to fall, and somehow falling asleep, after getting tired of crying. he gets home a few hours later, guilt building up in his stomach as he mentally slaps himself for the things he said. 

walking into the living room he opened the lights and you were the first thing he noticed. seeing you curled up into a ball on the couch made his heart drop to his stomach. you on the other hand woke up because of the sudden change of lighting. 

gradually adjusting your sight you see him and switch your gaze onto the floor when you saw him look at you too. seeing your puffy eyes he walks towards you slowly and sits beside you giving you enough space. “am sorry, a shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on ya.”

you look at him with watery eyes and his heart sinks “yea i was just trying to be nice, sorry i didn’t warn you before coming” he opened his arms and you instinctively scooted closer to him, he sighs “no a love it when you surprise me a was jus having a bad day a love ya so much ok?” finally hugging him “okay i love you too” giving you a quick kiss he offered to make you food and of course you said yes.

OIKAWA -

you love oikawa, and you’re very supportive and understanding especially when it comes to his career. but he has an awful habit of overworking himself and as much as you love him you can't bear the fact that you couldn’t even see him anymore.

he goes home late at night -as in you’re already sound asleep late- and when you do stay up to see him, he’s too tired to even keep a conversation. then the next morning he’s gone before you could even wake up. you’ve spoken to him about this many times, but alas nothing changed.

you woke up to an empty bed as usual, but today was different though, you’ve planned a dinner for about 2 weeks now. you were very excited because it’s been so long since you both spent some quality time together and he promised to come home early. 

getting up you send him a little text reminding him of your dinner tonight, with a smile you head on over to the bathroom to get ready for work. once work was over you made a quick visit to the grocery store to buy the ingredients you’ll need to make tonight’s dinner. 

quietly humming to yourself while going through each aisle, and double-checking your list to make sure you’re not missing anything while checking your phone here and there. oikawa still hasn’t replied “he must be busy,” you say to yourself as you send him another text about the dinner just in case. after about 30 minutes you get home rushing since it was already late, and immediately getting started on dinner. 

once you're done you sat down and waited, and waited, and waited. it's been 4 hours. dinners cold and still no sign of your boyfriend. you decided to call him pissed off that he couldn’t even show up to one dinner, “hello? y/n i can't talk right now i still need to practice” 

he said as soon as he picked up. “tooru? did you get my texts? what about dinner, we’ve made plans for this 2 weeks prior! i even-” you were cut off “look just eat without me ok? we can eat again somet-” now it was your turn to cut him off. 

“oikawa tooru, you leave the house while i’m asleep and come back when i'm asleep. i just wanted to spend time with you..whatever good luck at practice,” you replied as you hang up. his heart sank when he heard the crack in your voice rushing to his car on his way home to you because he knows he fucked up. 

buying your favorite flowers for you on the way home cursing himself and the world for making it traffic at that exact moment. when he got home the first thing he saw was the food and you fast asleep on the couch. he felt a pang of guilt about being late. 

“y/n chan?” he said while gently waking you up. you stare at him with red puffy eyes and he hugged you giving you the flowers “im sorry baby, i should’ve prioritized you and our dinner. i promise ill do better” you saw how genuine he was being so you accepted the flowers and hugged him tighter as he offered to reheat the food you made.

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The thing about Heaven was that it was whatever you wanted it to be, and most of its residents wanted it to be familiar.

Technically, Dean didn’t need to fill his car up on gas anymore, but there was still a gas station just down the street from where his new home was placed. He didn’t need to sleep, but he still had a large king-sized bed he made sure to make use of at least once a day. He didn’t need to eat, but there was a thriving supermarket that catered to whatever he was feeling like eating and always boasted the freshest ingredients for when he wanted to get a little fancy with his cooking.

Like today, for example.

Bobby had said he doubted Dean could make a proper souffle, so obviously Dean had to make the old man eat his words - and a souffle.

Dean stared at all of the different options of eggs, trying to decide if “free-range” vs. “organic” actually meant anything in Heaven, or if it was just meant to give him some sort of familiarity.

He grabbed the “free-range” option and moved on to the dairy.

There was movement out of the corner of his eye in the meat section across the way, and the way his heart stopped in his chest when he turned to look would have killed him if he wasn’t already dead.

It was Cas.

Cas, who Dean had spent every day thinking about since he’d left. Cas, who Dean had been trying to find ever since Bobby told him he was still around. Cas, who Dean still had unfinished business with.

He’d spend hours in bed, staring at the ceiling of his room and rehearsing just what he’d say when he saw him again, but in those scenarios Cas had shown up on his doorstep or in the passenger seat of his car where they could have a moment to just be .

He’d never been buying hamburger meat.

Dean rushed forward, cart forgotten, and skidded to a halt in front of Cas, just as he looked up in surprise.

“I love you -” Dean said in a rush, heart pounding, head reeling, “Of course I love you. You’re - fuck - you’re everything I could ever want and I’m - I’m so damn sorry if I made you feel like you couldn’t have me, too.”

Cas blinked at him, and it was in that moment Dean realized something was wrong.

His expression, his hair, the way he moved, the way he was dressed - all of it was wrong.

None of it was Cas, he’d just been too overwhelmed to see it.

“Oh, uh... hey Dean,” Not-Cas said, and finished putting his selected meat in his basket, “I didn’t didn’t know that you died. Um, if you’re looking for Castiel -“

Dean turned and ran out of the store.

*

What were the fucking chances that in all of Heaven, he and Cas’s old vessel were neighbors?

Dean gunned the gas pedal on his car as he drove endlessly, trying to walk himself through what exactly had happened the day before.

Jimmy Novak was here.

Jimmy Novak who - last Dean checked - hated him.

Dean had just spewed his feelings all over him without even thinking about the possibility that he wasn’t Cas. He’d been wearing a sweater vest for crying out loud - but he was willing to forgive himself for that one because he didn’t really know how Cas would dress if he had the choice.

His hopes had soared so high when he’d seen the familiar figure, only to be dashed the moment Jimmy had opened his mouth. They sounded absolutely nothing alike - and Dean yearned for the deep gravel of Castiel’s greeting.

Dean’s grip on the wheel tightened.

Where was Cas?

Didn’t he know that there was nothing keeping them apart now?

In what could only be an act of fate smiling down on him, Dean zoomed around a corner near the Heavenly library, and instantly had to stomp on the brakes of the Impala as a trenchcoat-clad figure stepped into the previously empty crosswalk.

Old habits die hard - Dean was still going to brake for Heavenly pedestrians, especially ones that looked like Cas.

Cas turned to look at him, eyes wide, and Dean shoved the driver’s side door open in a panic. The trench coat was unmistakable this time.

“Cas! Cas - don’t go okay? I gotta -“

Cas shook his head sharply and let out a breath.

“No - Jesus Christ - it’s still me, you idiot.”

Dean gaped at him as his brain tried to catch up with the conflicting bits of information it was processing.

“...what?” He heard himself saying.

Had he just wanted it to be Cas so bad that he’d ignored all the signs?

Jimmy gestured at himself like it was enough of an explanation.

“Uh. Yeah.”

“But - but you’re wearing his trenchcoat! ” Dean said, waved at it like maybe Jimmy hadn’t realized he was walking around as the mockery of the angel who’d once shared a living space with him.

Jimmy placed an affronted hand on his own chest.

“It was my trenchcoat!”

Frustration boiled inside of him and Dean quickly slid back into the car and slammed the door shut behind him.

He sped off, once again running from what could have been.

*

Dean was sulking under a pile of blankets in his bed when there was a knock at his door.

He ignored it.

After a few moments of silence, the knocking came again, louder and more insistent this time.

Grumbling to himself, Dean threw the blankets off and trudged down the stairs, flinging open the door with a scowl.

A person with nearly combed hair was standing on the doorstep holding a six-pack of beer in one hand and had a sticker on his shirt that said, ‘Hello, my name is Jimmy’.

“Very funny.” Dean said flatly.

“It’s not funny. It’s just in case you try to kiss me or something.” Jimmy held up the six-pack expectantly. “Can I come in?”

Dean didn’t appreciate the ribbing, but he didn’t mind the beer.

And after accosting him twice he might as well let the guy do what he wanted.

“Yeah, whatever.” Dean grumbled and left the door open as he walked back inside and flopped onto his couch. “Why are you here? Don’t you hate me?”

Jimmy hummed as he set the beer down on the coffee table and took a seat opposite Dean.

“I don’t not hate you.” He said with a shrug. “But last time we talked you were trying to convince me to chain myself to a comet again and I can’t say I appreciated it.”

Dean grunted in acknowledgment.

“I’ve been in heaven for a while now. It’s nice here. I take a yoga class with my wife.” Jimmy smiled at him. “I think I’m in a much better mental space now to consider liking you, especially if we’re going to be neighbors.”

Dean winced.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to like Jimmy, it was just… that was Cas’s face. It wasn’t , but it was. Was he really going to have to be constantly taunted with it?

“Look man - I’m sorry about - you know. That.” Dean waved a hand in the air generally. “But you don’t have to do all this. I’ll stop harassing you.”

“That would be nice,” Jimmy said, opening one of the cans and taking a swig, “So, considering the things you’ve said to me, I take it he finally told you he loved you?”

Dean paused, still raw every time he thought about it.

“You knew?”

Jimmy smirked.

“That angel’s love for you permeated both of our beings so potently I’m amazed I don’t love you.” Jimmy said, like it was the kind of fact you could drop casually. “Though even I will admit, as a happily married heterosexual man, that having a man as handsome as you proclaim your love to me in the middle of a grocery store was very exciting.”

Dean dropped his head into his hands and groaned loudly.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Jimmy said, “That first one was pretty good. I’m sure he’s going to love it.”

“He’s never gonna hear it.” Dean muttered.

“Sure he will. You’ve already practiced it twice.”

“I can’t find him!” Dean said, and looked back up, “He’s here somewhere, and I can’t find him. It’s killing me.”

Jimmy held out a beer can.

“Good thing you’re already dead.”

Begrudgingly, Dean accepted the beer and opened it.

“I just. . . I just wanna see him again.” Dean took a long drink. “I want to talk to him. Tell him everything. Share everything. If he wants that.”

Dean let out a long breath, expecting Jimmy to interject with a quip.

He looked over at him when nothing happened, and Jimmy was smiling at him in a way that Dean could only describe as ‘fond’.

“What?” Dean said, indignantly.

“Nothing.” Jimmy said innocently. “You’re just not what I expected.”

Dean looked away.

“Anyway, you asked why I’m here,” Jimmy took another drink, “I’ve seen Castiel.”

“What?” Dean jumped to his feet, beer can dropped to the floor and forgotten about. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”

“I’m an enigma,” Jimmy shrugged a shoulder and leaned back against the plush chair, “Anyway, I wanted to let you know as someone who has literally been in Castiel’s head - I'm pretty sure I know the reason he’s not showing himself to you.”

“Well, fucking spill.”

Jimmy paused.

“Why do you love him?”

Of all the things Dean had been expecting Jimmy to say - this wasn’t it.

Dean sat back down.

“Why?” He asked, a little breathless. “Why does it matter?”

Jimmy shrugged again.

“I guess -” Dean said, trying to unspool his emotions from the knot they’d made in his heart, “He’s - he’s Cas. He cares . . . so much about everyone and - and he’s selfless and kind and he fucking saved me in more ways than just one. He’s always been there for me and Sam and he’s just… he’s just. He’s just good . I’ll never deserve him, but I want to try.”

Dean sucked in a deep breath.

“He pulls me away from the edge, man. I just love him.”

Jimmy nodded once, set down his beer can, and in a bizarre turn of events, began yelling at Dean’s ceiling.

“Did you hear that, Castiel? Not one goddamn thing about how you look! Nothing about me or my vessel!”

Dean stared, dumbfounded.

“Wh-”

“He doesn’t care what you look like! Can you please just come talk to him so I can stop playing marriage counselor for you two?”

Care how he - what?  

What was happening?

Before Dean could fully compile all of the new information, there was a hesitant knock at the front door.

Dean whipped his head towards Jimmy, who was smiling in satisfaction.

Nearly tripping over himself, Dean rushed to the door faster than he’d rushed towards anything in his life, and swung it open.

In front of him was the wavelength of celestial intent that Dean had always known existed inside of the vessel of Jimmy Novak - the glint of angelic creation he’d caught glimpses of in the glow of his eyes and in his healing touch. The being was massive and stretched high into the sky with what was (maybe three? four??) pairs of wings scraping the clouds even further above everything. He was flaming rings and rotating divine faces that Dean could barely comprehend - he was raw power and all-knowing eyes.

On the front of his form was a sticker that read, ‘Hello, my name is Castiel’.  

“. . . Hello Dean.” The voice rumbled through the air like thunder.

“Cas?” Dean said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I - yes. I’m sorry. I lost my vessel to the Empty - this was the only way -”

“I love you, too.”

The rotating faces on the form towering above him froze in place.

“I do! I love you, Cas. Okay? You didn’t let me say it back before - and if I’ve ever made you feel like I couldn’t love you back, I’m so fucking sorry. You deserve better.”

“. . . you love me?”

Dean nodded, his heart clenching at the disbelief he could hear in Cas’s voice.

“ Even as this?”

“You’ve always been this.” Dean swallowed. “I fell in love with the angel, not the vessel.”

“Dean. . .”

Dean smiled up at him in understanding.

“Just a shame that we’ll have to get a bigger house.”

“Oh I can -”

And as Dean looked on, Castiel began to shrink. The form didn’t change - he was still as striking as he’d been the first time with his wings and halos and faces still firmly in place - but he was now maybe one foot taller than Dean instead of one hundred.

“- make myself more manageable.”

Dean grinned and took a step forward, giddy and thrilled that this was finally, actually happening

He reached up, resting a hand on one of the divine faces.

“Bite-sized.” He murmured fondly.

Jimmy’s voice cut through the moment from somewhere behind them.

“Just so you two know - I. Am. Moving!”

[earlgreydream]

the garden.

| 1940s!bucky barnes x reader | fluff | mild angst |

You walked home from work, seeing your new neighbor, Bucky Barnes, leaning against the wall of his house. His arrogant smirk appeared as you walked up the path to your door, scrunching your nose at the sight of him. 

James Buchanan Barnes was irritating. The first day he’d moved in, he and his friends were loud until the early hours of the morning, drunkenly shouting along with his record player. Then, his drunk friends had walked through your garden, trampling half of your flowers and some vegetables. And he was always outside with his stupid smirk, thinking his pretty face was enough to win you over. 

Bucky was also gorgeous, and the worst part was, he knew it. You’d seen him in town flirting with girls in the market, and everywhere he went. Even your friends all fought for his attention. When they’d come over, you’d sit outside on your porch and they would all wave to him and giggle. He greeted them, chattering with the blushing and giggling girls who fell at his feet. You always rolled your eyes and ignored him, unamused.

Bucky was fascinated by you, the only girl to never fall for his charm. He was charismatic and had every girl at his fingertips that he had ever wanted. He knew that the two of you had gotten off on the wrong foot, and you despised his smoking habit. However, he had made it his goal to win you back over, but you had proven to be stubborn. You were a challenge, and Bucky was determined.

“Hey doll.” He greeted you as you stepped up onto your porch.

“It’s Y/N.” You scowled at him, and he said your name, winking at you.

He checked you out, admiring you in your high waisted pants and button down. You shook your head at him, going inside your house, closing the door. You put your grocery bag down and started to make dinner, when you saw Bucky on your porch. You groaned and opened your window, looking at him.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“My stove is out of gas. Could you put me up for dinner?” He gave you a boyish grin, rocking on his heels.

“Why would I do that?”

“To be neighborly,” he suggested.

“C’mon. Because I’ll buy you dinner tomorrow?” Bucky tried again.

“You’re so full of shit.”

“Y/N, the stores are closed, it’s late.”

“Fine. Get in here.” You gave in, shaking your head and shutting the window. He waltzed through the front door, looking too pleased with himself.

“Plus, I brought a gift!” He held up a bottle of rosé.

“So you can get drunk and ruin my flowers again?”

“I apologized for that. Please forgive me.”

“You’re forgiven.” You said, not convincing him or yourself. 

“Where’re your glasses?” He asked, and you pulled a cabinet open, stirring your pot of pasta. He pulled down two glasses and filled them.

“Maybe I don’t drink.”

“You do, this is your favorite wine. I’ve seen you drinking it on the porch swing at least twice.” Bucky called you out.

“Oh, so you stalk me?” You accused. 

“No, you just sit outside all the time.” 

He lifted the glass to his lips, smiling behind the rim. You drank from your own, needing it in order to deal with him. You noticed his dog tags, resting against his skin with the top few buttons of his shirt undone. He caught you staring, but he held eye contact, wanting to make you blush. 

“You fight in the war?” You asked, and he shook his head.

“I will. I haven’t been deployed yet. Me and my friend Steve recruit here, but we’ll go with the next team.”

“Where will you go?”

“Germany, maybe. Or Poland.” 

You hummed, thinking that Bucky didn’t seem like the military type. You supposed it was his duty though, and he didn’t want to be labeled as a draft dodger. You strained the noodles and mixed them with the sauce, serving him a plate. Bucky thanked you, taking a seat at your tablecloth. 

“Hey, get down, Pepper.” You scolded your cat that jumped onto his lap. You apologized and he smiled, petting her head.

“She has no manners. Push her off,” 

“She’s fine. I don’t mind.” He smiled, and your cat jumped onto the floor, prowling for dropped food. You ate quietly, ignoring his silver gaze. 

“How long have you lived here?” He made conversation.

“Since I left my parents’ house when I was sixteen,” 

“That’s awful young. Why?”

You didn’t answer, pouring yourself another glass of wine, and he tilted his glass for more. You emptied the rest of the bottle into his glass, earning a thank-you. 

“You don’t have to buy me dinner.”

“I’m absolutely buying you dinner. We’ll go out, to Brooklyn.” He grinned, and you rolled your eyes. 

“Is there any way to get out of it?” You asked.

“I’m afraid not.” 

“You’re an amazing cook.” Bucky complimented, standing and taking your empty plates before you could.

“Thanks. I got that-”

“No, you cooked. I’ll do the dishes.” He turned on your sink and began to wash everything, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You watched him, biting back a small smile. 

“I’ll just be getting out of your hair. Have a goodnight, doll.” 

You rolled your eyes, closing the door after him. You picked up your cat and held her, watching him walk across the lawn. He waved at you when he saw you watching through the window, and you shut the curtains.

You came home the next day, tired and annoyed from work. You were in a bad mood, and you just wanted to relax.

“James?” You stopped when you saw him kneeling in your yard.

“Y/N, you’re home.”

“Why the hell are you in my yard?!” You demanded, opening the gate. 

“I’m sorry, I should’ve asked. I was replanting your flowers.” He said, kneeling in your garden. 

Your eyebrows shot up as you saw the rows of freshly planted daffodils, and you walked over to him slowly. 

“Thank you.” You were impressed, and he leaned back on his heels. 

“I’m... I can’t take you out like this. Let me change, then we can go for our dinner?” He smiled down at himself, dirt and grass staining his pants.

You nodded, hiding your smile behind your hand, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You shook your head, watching him go toward his house. You went inside and quickly changed your own clothes, into wide white pants and a yellow button down. You fixed your makeup, and went to meet him on the porch. You bit your lip, smiling as you opened the door to find him standing with a bouquet of daisies.  

“Bucky...” You couldn’t keep the grin off your face.

“I thought you’d like them. I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

“It’s working.” You whispered before putting the flowers in a vase. You walked to his car with him, and he opened the door for you, being so charming.

Bucky lived to see your smile. When he finally earned it with the flowers, warmth erupted in his chest and spread through him. He had truly felt bad about your garden and spent the whole afternoon replanting it for you. He drove you into the city, music playing softly on the radio.

“Where are we going?”

“New York pizza, Y/N,” Bucky looked proud of himself.

“That sounds amazing.” You confessed, your stomach growling. You’d missed lunch at work, and you were starving. 

“Pizza is my favorite.” 

“Mine too!” Bucky announced, and you giggled at that. He turned and smiled at you, his gaze lingering a little longer than it usually did. 

You arrived at the pizza place, following Bucky inside. He put his hand on your lower back, and you felt the butterflies again. 

“What would you like?” 

“Margherita pizza. I’m a classic girl.”

“Perfect.” He ordered for the two of you, leaning against the bartop while you waited.

“We’ll take it to go.”

“We’re not eating here?” You asked, confused, and he shook his head. 

“Got a better idea.” Bucky winked at you, taking the pizza box once it was done. 

“Can you take this for a second, doll?” He asked, handing it to you as we stood outside. You took it from him, and he leaned into his car, pulling out a blanket before taking the pizza. He nodded for you to follow, and you walked a few blocks down to a park, where he spread the blanket. You were beaming as you sat down beside him, the glow of the street lights and the stars making him look impossibly more attractive. 

“You’ve outdone yourself.” You smiled, biting into a slice of pizza. He looked pleased, and the two of you found yourselves talking until the streets were silent. You were sitting in front of him, when he leaned forward, kissing you. You kissed him back, threading your fingers into his dark hair, letting him move you onto his lap. His tongue pushed past your lips, your mouths moving in sync. 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Bucky asked, surprising you. You were blushing furiously, and you almost said no, but the feeling his words gave you, made your heart race.

“Yes, James.” You pecked his lips and he grinned into the kiss.

That was how you and Bucky ended up spending most of your time together. He helped you tend to your garden, and you taught him about the plants. You were a botanist with a green thumb, and he was in awe of your tender care of your plants. Every night in the following weeks was spent with the two of you gently rocking on your porch swing, drinking coffee, listening to records, or making out. Either that, or you were listening to him read on the couch or in your bed. 

You and Bucky had been together for almost two months, when he came home late from work one evening when it was nearing October. You were waiting on the porch, wrapped in a blanket, watching for his car to roll in. 

“James!” You called, and he walked up to you. 

“Hey, doll.” He leaned down and kissed you sweetly. You looked up at him, and your gaze meeting with sad eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Worry filled you, and he sat down next to you. 

“I’m getting deployed. We leave in two weeks.” He breathed, and your heart fell into pieces. 

“I’ll wait for you.” You said finally.

“Y/N, you could be waiting for years, or I may not make it back.”

“Don’t say that!” You cried. 

“It’s the truth--” 

Tears started rolling down your cheeks, and you shook your head. You climbed onto his lap and clung to him, gripping his shirt and crying into his shoulder. He rubbed your back and held you on the porch. 

“I want to get married, before you go.” You said, and he turned your face to look at him.

“Doll, you can’t mean that.”

“No, I do. Marry me. Marry me and promise you’ll come back for me.” You touched his face, and he brushed tears from your cheeks. 

“I will marry you, and I will fight every single day to come home to you. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you.”

For months, you and your cat waited on your porch, the cool metal dog tags resting against your sternum. A box of his letters sat on your bedside table, telling you how much he missed you, and loved you, and he wanted to come home to his beautiful wife. All of your friends thought you were mad for marrying a man you’d only dated a few months, the week before he went off to war. A star hung in your window, and every day was spent waiting. Your garden flourished, pumpkins growing as autumn approached. The nights you spent outside began to grow colder, and you waited.

When you saw him, it was like fireworks exploded inside of you. He was tired, he looked wartorn, and he was definitely more muscular. You screamed, tossing your blanket off of you, and running. You jumped over the fence, making him laugh. You threw your arms around him, and he caught you as you jumped into his arms. He held you tightly and spun you around, planting a deep kiss to your lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” 

You were crying as Bucky held you, overwhelmed with joy to see him. You didn’t sleep that night, or the next few.