#hoping everyone is well ❤️ and hope you have a restful evening morning and afternoon too!! 🌃��🏙️❤️

[sainz100]

a few Carlos moments from the 2024 Azerbaijan GP

[writersmess]

hello!! i hope you’re doing well and having a great day 🥰

i saw you were taking requests and was wondering if you’d write a buck fic where they find out they’re having twins and how they tell the 118? if don’t get to it, truly no worry. just take care of yourself and remember to drink water ❤️❤️

TO BUILD A HOME | EVAN BUCKLEY

Pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: You found out that you were pregnant with twins and it was time to tell 118.

Warning: just a big fluffy family

Word count: 1k

a/n: Thank you so much for this request!!! I wanted to start by saying how much I loved this request. I have to confess that I am in a scary baby fever lately and this just made me want a baby even more (help meeee) I hope you like it!!! And forgive if there’s any mistakes, english is not my first language.

Also can someone plssss give this man a baby??? After the last episode it was clear how much he is prepared AND how much he wants it!!! omg

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“twins?”

lying on the hospital stretcher, with an icy gel on your low stomach, you could hear Buck’s startled murmur as he repeated the doctor’s words. You were completely shocked. As if finding out the pregnancy wasn’t scare enough, you’re having twins?

Your hands were shaking and sweating, your mind was a completely mess, fear was growing in your chest. What if you weren’t good enough, what if-

“baby?” Buck’s voice woke you from your thoughts and you could see the worried look on his beautiful face. “are you feeling okay?”

“y-yes, i-i just-“

“i’ll give you a moment”

The doctor said as she wiped the gel from your belly and soon left the room leaving you two alone.

“i-i don’t know if- how can we-“

“hey hey, calm down” He held your face in his hands and his eyes met yours. “I am scared to death about this too. But we’re going to make it, we’ve faced so much so far, all the obstacles that have come our way and we’ve faced them. We are going to make it, we are going to have these babies and they are going to learn about the greatest love in the world, because they are going to be raised by us”

“and by the 118” You added and let out a muffled laugh. He let out a wide smile and you could see how his eyes formed little wrinkles as his smile grew. “i love you so much”

“i love you guys too” He put his hands on your stomach and gave you a little peck in your lips.

It was finally Thanksgiving morning. You and Buck agreed to wait until today to tell everyone about the pregnancy. You were helping Athena and Maddie in the kitchen, while the rest of the team was setting Bobby and Athena’s house for lunch. You didn’t wake up well this morning, the nausea that you thought was over showed its face again. You excused yourself and quickly went to the bathroom, throwing up what you didn’t even know you had in your stomach. After you cleaned yourself up you came out of the bathroom and bumped into a frowning Maddie.

“Are you feeling all right? This is the second time you’ve run to the bathroom to-“

You noticed her eyes widen and the glow of understanding appeared on her face. And your eyes widened too.

“oh my god. You are preg-“

Before she could finish her sentence you dragged her into the bathroom with you and quickly closed the door. Your heart was racing and now Maddie’s eyes were filled with tears.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How far along are you? oh my god, my brother is going to be a father. Jee is going to have a cousin” She kept murmuring and you smiled at your sister-in-law’s excitement. When your eyes met she gave a huge smile. “and how are you doing? i am so happy for you”

She hugged you tight, and you didn’t even realize you had tears in your eyes until they rolled off your face.

“that’s why Buck hasn’t taken his eyes off you all morning” You nodded, still teary-eyed, and tried to pull yourself together.

“Maddie you can’t tell anyone. We will announce it this afternoon, it’s still a surprise”

“yeah of course. I’ll try to keep my mouth shut” You gave her a serious look and she laughed. “i promise I’ll keep my mouth shut” As soon as you left the bathroom Buck was standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face.

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything is great” Maddie exclaimed with her hands up and burst out laughing. As soon as she left Buck looked at you confused and you sighed.

“she knows” you both spoke together and smiled.

The table was set, everyone was seated, and Bobby began a speech about the things he was grateful for this year. He was about to start the meal, when Buck asked to speak.

“ahn, i-i’d like to- i-i’m-“

He started to stutter and you held his hand under the table. He took a deep breath looking into your eyes and your smile gave him the strength to continue.

“i am extremely grateful for this family, the 118 family, I think you all remember that I didn’t go through my best phase in the beginning, but with your help I can say that I have become a better firefighter and a better person. And I am grateful for the woman who chose me. A few years have passed since we decided to give this relationship a chance and I could never have imagined that this would become the best thing in my life, the best part of me. But today in particular I am grateful because she gave me the opportunity to be a father and I am grateful for the babies in her belly”

“what?” Eddie was the first to ask while everyone stared at you in astonishment.

“oh my god, babies? As two babies?" Maddie exclamed with tears in her eyes.

And when you confirmed it the celebration began. Everyone came up to you to congratulate and tell you how much these babies would be loved. How great you would be as parents, and of course lots of jokes about how they didn’t believe Buck could do anything good like winning you over and now getting you pregnant, you’re too much for Buck. You couldn’t have dreamed of a different scenario, a better one. The look on Buck’s face, his sincere smile on his lips as he told about the day you found out together that you were pregnant, the love that radiated from everyone around you, the caresses on your belly and the loving comments, the warm hugs.

That was the true meaning of family for you. The joy, the talking, the pregnancy planning, the hugs and smiles, went on throughout the day. And it went on during the months that followed, the homemade meals made especially for you, the gifts sent for the babies, the help to set up the babies’ room.

They were your true family.

When the day finally arrived ahead of schedule, you were home alone. Despite the fear and desperation you did what you had spent months preparing for. While on the way you called your boyfriend, you didn’t expect that you would arrive at the hospital practically together with a truck full of anxious firemen who came straight out of a call to the hospital. The nurses couldn’t stop talking about how loved you were and how anxious the firemen and their partners in the waiting room were.

And the moment has finally arrived. The Buckley babies have arrived into this world, and you and Buck couldn’t be happier.

Your family was now complete.

[restlessmaknae]

get it right [c.y.j.]

Choi Yeonjun, the cute barista at your local café, just can't seem to get your name right. It's not until Christmas that he lets you know why.

➳ Characters: barista!Yeonjun x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: fluff, romance, uni au, café au

➳ Words: 1.8k

➳ Warning: mentions of food (let me know if there are more)

➳ A/N: This idea has been in the back of my mind for so long, but it wasn’t supposed to be Christmas-themed. I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! ❤️

Choi Yeonjun was a menace. An annoyingly handsome and a blushingly flirty menace. He was also the cute barista at the local café you frequented, and he just couldn't seem to get your name right whenever you ordered coffee to go. Sometimes your name was missing a few letters or the letters were switched, but there were times when the name scribbled down on the plastic paper wasn't even close to your name.

There was no way Yeonjun couldn't remember your name because you were a frequent customer, and because he actually initiated conversations with you while he was making your drink. Since you usually got yourself a coffee in the morning before you headed to uni to study at the library (because there was no way you could study in the dorms, your roommates weren’t exactly a fan of you studying so early in the morning), there weren't a lot of people coming into the café at such an early hour, but Yeonjun was always there. Since it wasn't peak time, he was the one who got and made your order, but in the afternoon, when there were a lot of visitors buzzing around, one barista received your order and another one made your drink.

You were in luck, it seemed, that you did have some time to speak to him while waiting for your drink because he was a fun company. Maybe a bit too flirty for his own good, but you guessed that he was like that with everyone else, too. Not until your best friend, Yoojung, actually went to your favourite café for the first time, did you dare to think otherwise.

"There's no way he's like that with everyone. You see, there were some girls in front of me outright telling him how handsome he is, and he didn't flirt back! Also, I got only a smiley beside my name on the cup," she reasoned as she held up her own cup of coffee, proving her point. "And you say that you have hearts beside your name. I don't think that's a coincidence," she pointed out with a mischievous smile as she smacked your side.

"No, how can it be? He can't even spell my name right," you shook your head, but you had to admit that you were less sure about being just an ordinary customer for the boy. Could it be that he liked you? No, no way. He was just so cool, friendly, easy-going and still caring, he must have liked similarly cool girls. Not that you had low self-esteem, it's just that you were more on the introverted side, you were sometimes searching for the right words to say, and you were blushing so hard whenever he complimented you, it was wild to imagine that he might like someone like you.

"Well, maybe he's doing it on purpose," Yoojung mused out loud, resting her head on her arms propped up on a pile of books. With her, a study session never stayed just a study session, and ever since you dared to bring up Yeonjun in your conversations, she was always waiting for the updates.

"What purpose?"

"I don't know. I don't get boys."

"But you have a boyfriend," you pointed out, and Yoojung couldn't help but laugh. Him and Hendery getting together was one of the surprises of last semester, but it's not like you couldn't see the sparks. It's just that your best friend was in denial about her feelings towards him, and she couldn't take the boy seriously either.

"Hendery is a different species," she rolled her eyes yet it was in an affectionate way, and there was a certain degree of gentleness in her tone.

"Anyways, let's get back to game theory," you suggested as you flipped a page in your textbook. Your best friend grunted in response.

"Aaah, your cute barista is waaaaay more interesting than game theory."

The next time you went to the café, you tried to see if something was different in the way Yeonjun acted with others and with you. However, due to the early hour, there was only a businessman in his 50s in front of you in the queue, and he didn't flirt with the man.

"Hey there, my favourite customer!" He greeted you gleefully though, and already got a plastic cup ready.

"Whose name you still can't spell right," you teased, but there was a smile in the corner of your lips. Yeonjun faked being hurt by your words and theatrically placed a hand over his heart.

"You're still my favourite customer though."

"Alright. I guess that counts."

"It does. Not even my friends can have this title," he explained with a mischievous smile as he leaned forward, lowering his voice as if it was a secret. Though you knew all too well that some of his friends didn't even drink coffee, there were some who attended universities far away from his workplace and the others didn't frequent the café as much as you did.

"Anyways, I'll take the usual," you let him know, trying to shush Yoojung's voice in your head.

"Cool. We have a buy one, get one free discount today, so you can have two. Will you take the same for the second?"

"Well, what's your favourite drink here?" You inquired, genuinely curious. It was no surprise that he already knew your order by heart because you ordered the same pretty much every single time you came here (even on days it wasn't his shift in the morning, but the other baristas didn't know your favourite order like he did). So you were actually interested in his preference.

"Hmm I like iced lattes, but it's getting colder these days, so I usually go for a caramel frappuccino with lots of whipped cream," he explained in his usual enthusiastic voice, and the simple joy of talking about his favourite drink (or rather, you asking about it) made you smile widely.

"Then, make me one of your recent favourite drinks," you decided, and he giddily got started on it while asking about your tests coming up. Winter break was only a few weeks away, so you had a lot of studying to do for your exams, but by waking up early and going to the library to study, you were already working on it.

When you got your order, both of the cups had your name misspelled, but both of the cups had little hearts on them, too. You cracked a smile before taking your usual order and pointing at the other one:

"It's for you. Hope you have a great day!" You wished with a wide smile, and before Yeonjun could protest, you were already outside of the café. Through the windows though, you could see the boy's face lighting up as he reached for the drink and took a sip from it, content.

Well, he always made your days, so it was time to pay him back.

Yoojung, as expected, faked gagging at your gesture towards the boy, but it seemed so right in the moment. Not to mention that your best friend was even more sure by now that the boy liked you, but you weren't that sure, and it would be awkward if you misread the signs because you were such a frequent visitor at the café.

However, as you neared winter break, and you talked about going home for the holidays, you couldn't help but notice Yeonjun's lips curling downwards. You asked if he was working during the winter break since you knew that he was from around here, and he said that he was off for one whole week, but he would get back to work afterwards.

"I might be meeting friends here in early January, so I might come by," you blurted out, and it seemed like such an unnecessary piece of information that you almost told him to forget about it. However, seeing the boy's bright eyes and insanely wide smile, you didn't mind doing so.

"Really? That's cool. I'll be here anyway, you know," he tried to shrug it off coolly, but he was fighting contentment painting his lips. He looked so happy, your heart did little somersaults at the sight.

"Can't let your favourite customer miss out on coming by for weeks," you joked around, and he joined you.

"Can't let you not have your daily dose of Choi Yeonjun," he winked at you before he turned around to reach for the milk bag, but as he was pouring it into your cup, he looked up, suddenly alarmed. "Wait, is this your last day before going home then?"

"Yeah, actually, it is," you nodded, and suddenly, you realised that you didn't know what to say or do. It's not a goodbye after all, is it? However, you were coming here almost every single day for the past few months, and Yeonjun had become such a solid part of your days that you had a feeling that you would miss this, that you would miss him.

"Oh, I see," Yeonjun mumbled, uncharacteristically solemn. You got a message on your phone at this time, so you looked at it, writing back to one of your group project partners, telling her that you would be at the library in 15 minutes.

When you put your phone back into your coat's pocket and you reached for your drink, you automatically took a sip of it. You let out a content hum and Yeonjun smiled affectionately.

"Merry Christmas! Don't miss me too much," he winked at you, dissolving the earlier serious atmosphere, and you smiled back at him, thankful and a bit bashful, too.

"Merry Christmas, Yeonjun!" You wished, albeit a bit bittersweet, and there was an odd feeling taking over you as you made your way outside of the café.

As you lifted the cup to your mouth, you noticed more words than just your name on the side of the cup, and you halted in your steps to get a full view of it.

"It's my number in case you miss me too much, y/n!

P.S.: I know your name, I just wanted to have a reason at all times to talk to you"

Smiling, you immediately typed the number into your phone, sending Yeonjun a message. He replied almost instantly, teasing you if you already missed him. To which, you said that maybe you did.

After that, there was nothing that could put an end to your texts, and soon enough, you found yourself on a date with him in January because Yoojung was right; Yeonjun truly did misspelled your name on purpose.

A/N: Merry Christmas, everyone! Even if you don’t celebrate it or don’t enjoy this time of the year for whatever reason, I hope this story could bring you some joy.  ❤️

If you’re interested in more of my stories, consider signing up for my taglist HERE.

Thank you so much for reading this story of mine! It means a lot to me. ❤️

[veroramona]

Hello,it's my First Time talking to you and i would like to get along with you., you're a great writer and i love your work It Always makes me smile seeing you on my fyp,i would like to request ( if i'm not bothering you) an headcanon for Jack x fem Devil Reader (She's like lucifer so the roller of hell, and older sister of Brothers of Olympus and She's very kind and gentle actually but many people fear her so She's very lonely and one day jack finds her having a break down

I know what i'm requesting you Is a lot so feel totale free to decline the request if you want to.

Have a nice day/Afternoon/evening/ night❤️

A/N: Hello, dear @aftongiulien! I'm glad that you enjoy my writing so much! It really puts a smile on my face <3 I apologize for the long wait, school is stressing me out right now, along with some personal issues, so I hope that you weren't bothered by the long wait! I hope the wait was worth it for you <3 (it turned out more story-like than I anticipated lol) Have a nice morning/noon/afternoon/evening/night as well <3

Summary: Reader is the Devil and older sister of the four brothers of Olympus (I included Adamas, too, because why not lol). Due to her terrifying appearance, lots of people fear her and don't know how kind and gentle she actually is, leaving her to feel lonely. But Jack is different...

Characters: Jack the Ripper, afab!reader

Warnings: Depressing thoughts, mental breakdown (but don't worry, Jack is here to save the day <3)

Tagging @http-rae and @lololagni <3

❀ When you first met Jack, you expected him to be like everyone else; you expected him to be horrified by your appearance and to run away. So, naturally, it surprised you to see him so... fascinated by you.

❀ After that, the two of you grew closer and closer. Neither of you could explain how it happened if someone was to ask you. It just came... naturally. He was drawn to your appearance. Was it your appearance? Or you being the older sister of Hades, Adamas, Poseidon, and Zeus? Perhaps your caring and soft nature? Probably everything.

❀ But no matter how close you two were getting, you didn't show him how lonely and hurt you felt whenever someone was terrified of you. Of course, you were the Devil; you were a monster in their eyes. They couldn't help it. But still... it hurts every single time.

❀ Jack could tell that something was bothering you, unlike your brothers. After all, he could see your emotions and they couldn't; he could see the hurt spreading throughout your body, no matter how well you managed to hide it. However, he didn't bring it up. He wanted you to tell him on your own. He didn't want to force you

❀ You were battling your thoughts on your own. You didn't want to bother your brothers or few close friends with your hurt. And so... you bottled all of it up. You had a hunch that Jack knew that you were hurting, but you didn't want to dampen his mood. You didn't want to force him to deal with it.

❀ One day, your thoughts were too much for you to handle. You were staring at yourself in the mirror in your room. Unpleasant thoughts were flooding your mind. Pathetic, repulsive, monster, horrific, disgusting, demon...

❀ You were clutching your head as you began to fall to your knees, trying to shake off those nasty thoughts. But no matter how much you tried, you couldn't succeed. Those thoughts were too powerful. Soon enough, you found yourself crying and sobbing.

❀ Coincidentally, Jack was around. He could hear your sobs and cries. Worry etched itself onto his face. After all, he loved you. You didn't notice him opening the door to your room and approaching you. You didn't notice his present until he gently placed his hand on your arm.

❀ At first, you tried to dismiss him, claiming that you were "fine" and that you just had something in your eye that caused you to cry. But Jack didn't back off. Instead, he sat down next to you and pulled you toward him, having your head rest against his shoulder as he began to comfort you.

❀ He has never had to comfort someone like that in a long time. He felt a bit anxious himself, knowing how it ended when he tried to comfort his mother when she broke down sobbing. He didn't want this to end the same way. So when you accepted his comfort, he felt relieved.

❀ He finally had someone who actually liked him, or dare I say, loved him. He sat there with you, telling you how beautiful you were in his eyes. How wonderful and lovely you were and that he was glad to have found such a magnificent lady like you.

❀ "My fair lady, do not shed tears, for those humans do not know how to appreciate your presence. I know it hurts to be viewed as a monster, but rest assured: I do not view you like that. You light up my life like the sun; I'd be lost without you."

❀ He knew that his words wouldn't completely ease your pain; after all, humans would probably be forever terrified of you due to your reputation as the Devil, but that didn't mean that he would let you suffer all on your own. He planned on staying by your side until his last breath. He would never let you suffer alone ever again.

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[hwang-lucas]

Continuation of WMMAP x Harvest Moon AU (Kinda) from here.

Dialogs with Mrs. Athy

Early morning 1: (Yawn) you're already up...? Good morning~ have some breakfast with us~

Early morning 2: Lucaaaas, where is my chocolate milk! Oh, hello! Have you seen my husband? He must've ran away after stealing my chocos!

Early morning 3: Good morning! Did you sleep well? Always start the day with sweets so you can have a sweet day. What? It's true! Lucas said so!

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Morning, on her way to her Shop: What a nice weather we have today, I'm sure the flowers must be happy!

Morning, on her off days 1: During leisure time like this, sometimes I remember the people back home...

Morning, on her off days 2: Would you care to have tea with me? This Lippe Tea is best enjoyed with two people 💕

-

Working hours 1: Welcome to Lilian's Flowers! Today's (flowers depending on season) is especially enchanting.

Working hours 2: I'd recommend Tulips or Roses for your special ones, or Chrysanthemums for family. They're not in season? No matter, I always have some in stock. How? Trade secret ❤️

-

(Mrs. Athy will give different comments depending on which kind of Bouquet you requested. She won't give comments if you only buy flower)

Red (Rose/Camellias/Tulips) Bouquet: Dear me! For whom? Can I know? Good luck! Ohmygosh I'll be cheering for you! I need to tell Lucas. Lucas!!

Lily Bouquet: aren't they beautiful? Lily Bouquets are my favorite. They represent innocence, rebirth, and purity... but for me, they remind me of a mother's love.

Pink (Rose/Tulip/Nadeshiko) Bouquet: I'm sure your gratitude will be felt warmly. How about bringing something delicious to add and eat together? Having a family is wonderful.

Lavender Bouquet: I hope the receiver will feel better soon. Here, bring some Lippe Tea. I'm sure they'll feel more at ease.

-

On her way home after work 1: Everyone was so lovely, I'm glad we came here to Bluebell...

On her way home after work 2: What should I make for dinner tonight? Lucas really hates veggies, and that can't be good for him. Hmmm...

On her way home after work 3: Good evening! Are you done with work too? Don't forget to rest and take a breather, say hi to the animals for me💕

On her way home, off days 1: Talking with the village ladies is always fun. Reminds me of my friends back in Ob--my hometown. I wonder how are they doing? I suppose I will not find out.

On her way home, off days 2: Hehe, Daisy said I look like a Princess during class. Am I? I'm just an ordinary florist now.

-

Evening, at home 1: Good evening! Is something the matter? Join us for dinner! More people at the table is always better ✨

Evening, at home 2: At home, Lucas and Nox fights a lot for who gets to sleep on my lap. They can share... I have two laps...

Evening, at home 3: It's late, don't forget to lock up the doors and barns, sleep well with some lavender incense for sweet dreams... Hot chocos are better though!

Evening, at home 4: Lucas made dinner today, he said I looked tired. I wonder what did I do to deserve such a kind husband. He'll clean up and prepare the bath too. I wish I can repay him in some way.

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Morning, rainy/snowy weather 1: Good morning! The weather is suitable for watering plants. Aah, my back can rest now~

Morning, rainy/snowy weather 2: Oops, this is a bad one. I can't open up shop like this. Well! Back to Archduke Vassilieff Novel I go! ... Don't tell Lucas, okay?

Afternoon, rainy/snowy weather: The aura is so gloomy and dark... I don't like this weather... Lulu? Where are you?

Evening, rainy/snowy weather 1: The only good thing about bad weathers is that I can enjoy hot chocos with marshmallows. Lit up the fireplace and... Aah, cozy... Come join me!

Evening, rainy/snowy weather 2: This is a perfect cuddle weather but my husband is cooped up in his study doing God knows what. Sigh...

[amistytown]

Hi love! what are you and Leviathan doing for Valentines Day? 💜

-@levi4thans

Gray 😊💕 Thank you so much for asking!!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day.

Okay, so I’m too excited and at midnight I surprise Levi with Valentine’s Day gifts. I ask him to come to my room where I put everything out on display. I’m a gift giver (friends, family, etc) and probably go overboard. There’s balloons, sweets, plushies, and one of the games he wanted that came out recently. I want to spoil him and show him how much I love him, and he’s overwhelmed but happy even if it screams normie. He’s flustered, speechless even, and there’s a comfortable silence as we stand there holding each other.

He spends the night in my room playing the game I bought him on his handheld console, and I watch, while we cuddle in bed. We stay up late ❤️

We're huge nerds and have a TSL-themed Valentine's Day 🥺 I cosplay as Henry and Leviathan as the Lord of Shadow, of course; costumes made by Levi (maybe they're special variants or event only costumes to make the day even more special hehehe.) And we'll use any excuse to dress up, especially as our favorite characters!

While we're both nervous, we're excited and have been looking forward to spending the day together. Once we’re awake, we take some time apart to get ready. I will meet Levi at his room where I will kneel before him as he opens the door to present him a lovely bouquet of roses.

"For you, My Lord." 🥰

He gifts me flowers too. We’re both blushing as we admire them and each other.

We spend the first half of the day in the Devildom, stopping by a café for breakfast and coffee; maybe the café whose owner is a huge TSL fan or a character café Levi is interested in. Either way, we have a nice time because we’re together and the rest of the world melts away. There’s plenty of selfies to be taken; a few for Devilgram, but most for our eyes only and one to use as a wallpaper for our D.D.D.s.

It’s a special day, but we do a lot we would normally as well, like stop by Anidaemon and play some Mononoke Land along the way! Later in the afternoon we karaoke. Though it’s mainly Levi singing, me cheering him on, but we do a few duets, and then he works up the courage to serenade me despite being very embarrassed afterward lol; I make sure to give him a big hug and kiss to show my appreciation.

Before we head home we give chocolates we made the day before to his brothers, everyone at Purgatory Hall, and Diavolo and Barbatos!

Back at the House of Lamentation we hog the kitchen making a lovely dinner from the official TSL cookbook hehehe. We have a lot of fun cooking together. It’s a very lighthearted but intimate moment. His brothers take the time to tease us, especially Leviathan, and his face is bright red by the end of it; we have to make sure Beel doesn’t eat what we make while we’re not looking too. 

It’s not fancy, but it’s all made with love!!! We just eat and hangout in Levi’s room having a TSL marathon. After dinner we exchange chocolates and Valentine’s Day cards we made for each other. Levi’s look better than mine, but he says the chocolate I gave him is the best he’s ever tasted. There’s a lot more hand holding, hugging, and cuddling. Shy glances and red faces. Soft kisses that make us smile and laugh.

There’s Demonus laced with Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup; it’s based off Dragon Fog from TSL so it’s a perfect addition to dinner, and it gives Levi a bit more courage. It’s then Levi admits he commissioned us special TSL themed jewelry that he was almost too shy to show me. It’s a lovely night ✨

Again, we stay up until the early hours of the morning watching anime and playing games or just cuddling in his tub enjoying each other’s company, happy to have one another in our lives. Just two dorks having a good time.

The next morning we sleep in and hide away in his room to recharge. We order Devil Donuts through Akuber and chill 😊❤️❤️❤️

@levi4thans

[dreamwritesimagines]

hello darlinngg good evening/afternoon/morning!

how are you? hope well

lately i haven't found enough time to keep up with your updates but i'm catching up because you deserve every view, every commenti, every like, every share! garden of secrets is such a good and special story! i am literally in love with your writing style, the plot, the carachters.. every single thiiingg. and also you are always so nice and kind to everyone who appreciates your work, It Just melts my heaartt.

keep up the incredible work and enjoy every day, wish you good!

muah😘

P.S i'm italian so my english is not perfect.. sorry for the eventual mistakess

Omg honeeey thank you so so much! 🥰 Your English is amazing btw, never ever apologize for that! 🥰

It means so much to me to hear this, this is so sweet of you! ❤️You made me so happy with this message, I'm literally smiling at the screen!❤️

I hope you'll like the rest of the story as well, have a wonderful day! ❤️❤️❤️

[enmi-land]

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💭 poly엔하이픈 ☓ f!addedmember ┊ ‘24 . . . (5OOO𝔀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀) ౨ৎ requested⦂april fool’s prank gone wrong + enha ignoring ml + ml seeking txt & kiara for comfort❜ ╱ 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝓊𝓇𝑒 ?! · minor jealousy, drunk mila being a drama queen 。。 星RETURN☆𝓗OME

IT TOOK ABOUT TEN MINUTES INTO THE DAY FOR MILA TO REALISE THAT SOMETHING WAS NOT RIGHT.

It was not a crime or wake up to an empty bed, even if she had spent the night cuddled up against Jake’s chest, since the urge to use the bathroom could strike any time. That was easily forgivable. But the really odd things started happening once she left the comfort of her bed and wandered into the kitchen, where everyone was gathered for the usual morning routine of a group breakfast.

She was surprised, however, to find that the kitchen was absolutely empty, save for a note left on the kitchen top in Jay’s handwriting.

We decided to go to the company for some extra practice but i made some breakfast for you so make sure to get something to eat <3

They left? Mila tore her eyes away from the paper, instead searching the silent dorm. Placing the note back on the bench, she visited the doors of each of the boys’ rooms, knocking on the door. No response. She frowned as she checked her phone, only to find that there were was not a single text sent to her by on of the boyfriends. They must be busy…

Mila shrugged as she sat before the delicious plate of French toast prepared by Jay. She wanted to take a break before her scheduled in the afternoon, but the others were working hard. Kiara had a scheduled solo photoshoot so she was also out of the dorm today, leaving Mila alone in their home. She hummed in delight as she ate a piece of toast, using her free hand to send a text to the group chat.

You: I just woke up hope everyone slept well 🩷

You: and thank you Jay-oppa for the food 😘

Mila shut her phone off. Staring at the fridge across from her, she began to think. Since she was free this morning, she might as well do something nice for her group members. Maybe I should make a cake!

Mila nodded. That was a good idea. And so, she did exactly that— after cleaning up the mess left behind by the others before they went to the company building, she found herself sitting in front of the oven as she watched the chocolate cake inside begin to rise. She looked down at her phone.

It was a few hours since she had sent her initial text, and she still hadn’t received a reply. She didn’t mind if they were busy, but she hoped they weren’t working too hard… The last thing she wanted was for one of them to collapse from exhaustion.

Mila jolted form her thoughts when the timer of the oven went off, signalling that the cake was ready. She smiled she pulled it out of the oven with her mitt, leaving it on the bench for cooling. A quick sniff of the air instantly made her mouth water form the sweet scent. She just knew the others were going to love this.

Opening her cameras, she snapped a quick picture of her creation to send into the group chat.

You: make sure to get lots of rest, okay? i have a cake waiting for you at home ❤️

Maybe that would help raise their spirits, she thought.

Mila was humming happily as she strung on her bag in preparation to go to her next schedule, until she saw a new notification pop up on Weverse. And all of a sudden, she didn’t feel so good anymore. Because she was so sure that her boyfriends were busy, and that was the reason why they hadn’t been responding to her texts all morning—only to see that they had made a new post on Weverse for their fans to see.

It was this moment where she started to wonder if something had happened, if she had done something wrong. Because if they had time to post something on Weverse, surely that meant they had time to respond to her texts, right? Even if it was a single emoji, to let her know that they had seen her messages, she would take it. But…. 

Mila shook her head. Maybe they just didn’t read all her messages yet—understandable, considering she did send quite a lot of them. She would give it some time and see if they would respond later.

But they didn’t. And it ate away at Mila for the rest of the day, until she had time to call her number one confidant about her—her one and only unnie, Kiara. 

“So they haven’t responded to even a single text of yours?” Kiara asked with furrowed eyebrows, a finger on her chin. The two were currently in the TXT dorms, the members of the group watching from the kitchen as Mila and Kiara spoke.  “They’ve been responding to mine, though…”

Mila swallowed the lump in her throat, her eyes stinging. “Oh…” She lowered her head. She felt sick to the stomach, feeling as if she might lose all the lunch she had eaten not long ago. If they were responding to Kiara’s text and not hers, then wouldn’t that mean that they were…. ignoring her? But why? Did she do something wrong? “I must have upset them for some reason, then, right? They wouldn’t ignore me for no reason…”

“Hey, hey, don’t jump to any conclusions.” Soobin slid onto the couch next to Mila offering her a box of tissues and helping her blow her nose. “We don’t know that they’re ignoring you.”

Mila looked at him in doubt. “Unnie literally just confirmed that they were responding to her texts and not mine. How is that no ignoring me?”

“Wait, he might be right,” Huening Kai spoke up. “Have you looked at the date?”

Mila furrowed her eyebrows. She opened her phone to check it, only to frown even further. April the first? It took a few seconds before everything clicked into place. She jumped up from her seat on the couch, the box of tissues falling to the floor. “It’s April Fools Day!” she exclaimed, in a mixture of horror, realisation, and disgust. She brought her hands to her hair. “And I’ve been fooled! Ugh! I can’t believe I almost cried because of a prank!”

Mila face palmed, causing Kiara to shush her. “Hey, don’t say that. It still would feel bad even if it wasn’t a prank. I know I would feel sad if Yeonjunie-oppa ignored me.”

“Which I’ve never done,” Yeonjun suddenly spoke up from the kitchen bench, earning unimpressed looks from both girls. “Just saying…”

Mila sighed. “Congrats, oppa. You’ve won the best boyfriend of the year award.  Mine are no loner in the running.” Yeonjun had a look as if he wasn’t sure whether to be happy or not. But Mila wasn’t looking his way. She narrrowed her eyes at her phone instead, plotting what to do with her newfound information. Since they wanted to prank her so badly, maybe she should let them have their fun…

She huffed as she sent one last text, before muting their chat. If that was what they wanted to do, then fine; she could give them the same courtesy. She turned to the TXT boys. “Do you want cake?”

“I can’t do this anymore!”

Jaaeyun flopped dramatically against the floor of the practice room, clutching his hand  to his chest after reading the latest text from Mila. Riki shot him an unimpressed look from beside him, raising an eyebrow as he slapped the older’s thigh. “This was your idea, you can’t be the first one to fold.”

The said idea that Riki mentioned was, in fact, a prank that the boys all agreed on, considering it was April the first—also known widely as April Fool’s Day. Jaeyun had been the one to suggest that they all pretend to ignore their girlfriend, at least until they saw each other later one tonight, when she would be back home from her schedules, and they would be finished with theirs. But all it took was the endearing messages from her as she spammed them with pictures of the cake she was baking for them and random little updates during the day, and it felt like torture to continue the charade any longer.

“Just look at her!” Jaeyun said with a groan, as he showed them the selfie Mila took, with her fluffy smile after decorating the cake she was so excited to have them try. “Ugh… I can’t. I have to text back. My heart hurts.”

Heeseung sighed as he stared at the photo, his fingers subconsciously reaching to pinch her cheeks through the phone. Why did he agree to this in the first place? Everyone knew he had the worst case of cuteness aggression and clinical clinginess towards his girlfriend, and he wasn’t even interested in proving otherwise. He should have just turned down the idea the moment it was proposed. And yet…

“Drop out if you want, man,” Sunghoon said, “No one’s stopping you.”

But of course, Jaeyun couldn’t. “Shut up. You’re just saying that because you want to spend more time with her.”

Sunghoon laughed.

They had childishly agreed that whoever could last the longest would have the reserved cuddle sessions of everyone else to themselves for the next three days (they tried bargaining six, but some members—as in Sunghoon and Jungwon—were quick to refuse). It seemed like a great idea at the time, seeing as they were confident they could go at least a few hours with no contact. But they forgot to factor in the fact that they were incredibly down bad, for their equally down bad girlfriend.

“Now she’s saying she misses us,” Sunoo said as he read the most recent text, adding fuel to the flame.  “‘I know you guys are busy, but let me know if you’re okay. I miss you lots, heart emoji, heart emoji.’”

Jake groaned, causing Jay to kick him slightly in the butt as he rolled over. “This is the worst day of my life.” He held up his hand as Sunoo went to read another text. “Don’t. I’m suffering enough as it is.”

Jungwon sighed, massaging his temples while shaking his head. He normally wouldn’t even entertain the idea, despite the so-called ‘prize’; Mila would definitely fold and given him extra cuddles if he acted cute, so he didn’t need to steal from the others. The only reason he agreed was because he had a feeling that Mila might have already planned to prank him anyway, so he might as well make the best of the opportunity to get her back and to get more cuddles in the same day.

He turned to look at the eldest, who was staring at his phone so intently that there may even be a hole drilling through it soon. At least he wasn’t the only one. 

Only a few more hours, and they’d be able to put this behind them.

Or so they thought.

It was a few hours later when they arrived at their dorms to find that she was nowhere in sight. And it was then that they realised she was nowhere to be seen. All that was left of her was a note on the fridge saying, I won’t be home tonight, don’t look for me. The only thing that could describe the events that followed the discovery of the ominous note would be the gates of hell breaking loose on the dorms.

“She’s not picking up her phone,” Heeseung said panickedly, after calling her number for the fifth time.

“Or her texts,” Jungwon replied with a frown. Jaeyun and Jongseong turned up hopeless results as well, receiving not even a peep from Mila since the last text she sent, over an hour ago. It didn’t seem like anything was out of the ordinary; it was just a text letting them know that she had finished her schedule. So it only made their word even more that she had suddenly dropped off the grid with no warning other than the hastily written words on the sticky note.

“Wait!” Jongseong suddenly exclaimed. “Her manager just texted. Apparently, she dropped Mila off at the Tubatu dorms earlier on.”

The others heaved sighs of relief. “That scared me,” Sunoo said with a hand on her heart. “For a second I thought she was kidnapped and the perpetrator made her leave a note behind so we didn’t get suspicious.”

There was a moment of silence.

Riki side-eyed his hyung. “I think you just watch too many horror movies.”

Sunoo shrugged, before turning on his feet to go to the bathroom, seeing as the ordeal was sorted. It wasn’t unusual for Mila to visit the TXT dorms, considering her unnie was there a lot of the time, and it could get old being cooped up in the Enhypen dorms every day. They didn’t worry if she was with their seniors; they knew the TXT members would watch over her, if anything were to happen. They were just surprised that she didn’t seem to notice their prank on her.

“I thought she would be spamming our phones,” Riki said absently as he opened the fridge. “She usually catches on fast…”

Especially on April Fool’s Day, of all days. Mila was usually the type to figure out their odd behvaiour and call them out as soon as she noticed. The fact that they didn’t hear anything from her meant she probably was none the wiser. So maybe, they didn’t need to feel so bad about their little prank, after all… 

Still, it didn’t make it any less disappointing for some of her boyfriends who wanted to bask in her affection as soon as they got home from a tiring day of practice. Sunghoon pouted as he flopped onto the couch, zoning out into the distance since Mila wasn’t here to occupy the empty space of his thoughts with her little rambles.

“Ugh, I could use some sugar right about now,” Jaeyun said as he opened the microwave. Mila’s final text had been to let them know she put it there for when they got home. But to his surprise, there was nothing there… except another note, which said: “‘I took the cake for the Tubatu-oppas?!”” 

His voice was utterly mortified as he turned the note, as if expecting a ‘Gotcha!’ to be written on the other side. But no. The cake was indeed gone, and it seemed she really had taken it for the TXT members, even though  she said she explicitly made it for them.

“Naur way,” Jake said in disbelief. Heeseung looked over his shoulder and started to draw lines inside his mind in order to reach a conclusion.

Maybe she did know about their prank after all… He sighed as he called Kiara’s phone. As soon as she answered, he was greeted with what he could already see as an eyeroll on the other side of the phone.

“You finally called,” Kiara said. “Can you pick up your girlfriend? She’s completely insane.” Before Heeseung could ask what she meant, he heard Mila’s voice in the background saying something along the lines of, “No, I don’t wanna go home,” in her obviously drunken voice.

So yes, they might have pushed her a little too far this time…

Sunghoon and Jongseong weren’t sure what they were expecting to see when they got to the TXT dorms, but Mila crying on the couch while bundled up in a blanket burrito was somewhere near the bottom of the list of possibilities. The two friends shared a glance, which didn’t go unnoticed by Huening Kai, who had been the one to let them into the dorms in the first place. He rubbed the back of his neck while they watched Beomgyu try to entertain Mila like she was some child, only to be smacked on the back of the head by Kiara.

“Your face is only making it worse,” the older female scolded.

Yeonjun (who was standing the furthest away from the scene as possible) noticed the two Enhypen members as soon as they walked into the room and looked at them as if they were his guardian angels sent from above. “Hey, you made it! Come here, come here…” Yeonjun called to Mila over her shoulder. “Your boyfriends are here now! Why don’t you head home?”

Kiara massaged her forehead with a perplexed sigh while Jongseong and Sunghoon were practically dragged by the older male towards their crying girlfriend. Soobin simply laughed, before excusing himself, since he had to leave for a schedule. Sunghoon and Jongseong bowed to the older as he left, the member simply wishing them luck dealing with the drunken Mila.

Mila sniffled as she glared up at them. “What are you doing here?”

Yeah, okay, they probably deserved that. 

“Come on, Angel, we came to take you back home.”

Jongseong reached out slowly to take the blanket from Mila’s head, as if she were a puppy about to bite his hand off if he moved too suddenly. But before he could even graze the blanket with his fingers, Mila huffed and inched away, before lying herself down onto the couch so she looked like a caterpillar curling into a ball.

“I don’t want to.”

Sunghoon couldn’t see her face, but he definitely knew she was pouting. He would have usually found it adorable, but it was a little awkward when his noona and three seniors were watching him from the side with a slight sense of judgement for being unable to coax his own girlfriend into returning to their home with them. He cleared his throat, before shaking Mila’s lying figure.

“Come one, you’re going to bother noona and the hyungs,” he ushered gently. But he must have chosen the wrong words, because while Mila was shooting up in her seat—her eyes were watering and she hiccuped.

“Is that why you were ignoring me today?” she asked, her voice shaky. “Because I’m a bother?”

“No, no, no!” Jongseong immediately rushed in to save Sunghoon, who had frozen at the heartbroken look in Mila’s eyes, his chest constricting as if someone had crushed his heart in their palms. “That’s not it at all, Angel.”

Fuck, he thought. He should have never agreed to the prank. He was going to beat Jaeyun’s ass for managing to convince him—and then himself for ever letting himself be convinced in the first place. Jongseong clearly had the same idea, because he was instantly jumping on the first excuse that came to mind in order to save them from being target’s of their girlfriends (well-placed) disappointment.

“It was Jake’s idea!” Jongseong exclaimed. “He wanted to prank you since it’s April Fool’s Day—we tried to warn him, but he really wanted to do it… It was our fault for agreeing, but really, none of us were angry at you. It was just a really bad joke—We’re sorry, angel. Don’t be sad, okay? You can pay us back however you want?”

Mila sniffled. Her tears had been blinked away, but she still had that kicked puppy look on her face that made Sunghoon simultaneously want to wrap her up in a blanket and also run outside so he could scream to the skies. “Really?”

Jongseong and Sunghoon nodded a little too fast. Mila didn’t get to respond before Taehyun was walking into the room, smiling at the new arrivals. “Oh, you guys made it. Are you here to take Mila home?”

“No.” Jongseong almost fell over at the strong denial in Mila’s voice. “Since they ignored me all day, it’s only fair that I get to–” she hiccuped. “--to do the s-same…” She lay back down on the couch. “I’m staying here and I’m never going back.”

Good gracious, why did his girlfriend have to be so stubborn? Jongseong was on the verge of going gray because of today, and this was not helping. He sighed, not knowing what to do. Fortunately for him, Taehyun seemed to have an idea, because he was kneeling beside Mila, a gentle smile on his face.

“Hey, Mimi, want to see a trick?” Mila’s eyes brightened with curiosity as she looked at the TXT member. She nodded enthusiastically. “But if I show you, you have to agree to go back home with Sunghoon and Jongseong. Okay?”

Mila looked conflicted, before sighing and nodding. “Okay.” She then glared at Taehyun. “But it has to be a really good trick!”

Sunghoon and Jongseong exchanged looks as Taehyun nodded and patted Mila’s head gently. They didn’t want to be ungrateful, seeing as he was doing them a favour… But did it have to involve patting their girlfriend’s head? Unfortunately for them, that wasn’t the full extent of the “trick” that Taehyun had planned. Because before they could say anything, his hand had moved from the top of her head, to behind Mila’s ear, lingering there for a bit, before he pulled away to reveal a flower in his previously empty hand.

Mila gasped in wonder at the sight of the flower. “Wah! It’s so pretty!”

“Right?” Taehyung asked. He held it out to the younger female while smiling charmingly, causing alarm bells to ring in Sunghoon’s head. “Then make sure to take care of it properly, okay? At home.”

Mila nodded and reached out to grab the flower from his hand. But before he could, she was suddenly flipped upside down, thrown over Sunghoon’s should like a sack of potatoes—blanket burrito and all. “Okay, thanks, hyung! We’ll be going now.”

“Hey!” Mila kicked her legs around, but struggled since she was still wrapped in the blanket that constricted her movements. She looked at Kiara, who was watching with a flat expression while waving. “Unnie! I’m being kidnapped!”

“Sorry, Mimi, but it’s time you head home home now,” Kiara said with a wave. This prompted the others to do the same, watching with barely concealed amusement when Jongseong rushed to grab Mila’s things, before following Sunghoon out the door.

“My flower!” Mila called in protest, holding onto the door frame to stop Sunghoon from walking out with her.

“You can come back and get it tomorrow,” Taehyun suggested.

“Respectfully, but no!” Jongseong yelled in reply, before prying Mila’s hands away from the door frame. The door shut with a loud bang, and the sounds of Mila’s protests died out in the distance as they got further away.

“How do they have so much energy?” Yeonjun asked in amazement.

Beomgyu snickered. “It’s because they’re not old like you.”

By the time Mila was taken home, her boyfriends were all clamouring to her, explaining their side of the story (which, despite no negotiation, somehow all involved blaming Jaeyun for everything) while she sulked on the couch. It took a while, but in the end, they came to an agreement before Mila fully sobered.

“No more cuddles for you,” she said.

The boys shared looks, but agreed with reluctant sighs. 

Well, that was pointless.

"Now can I have my flower?" Mila asked.

Sunghoon and Jongseong were subject to five confused gazes. "Flower?"

Oh boy. The dorm (and the world) wasn't ready for the mess that would come from the Enhypen members learning magic tricks to impress their girlfriend...

TAGLIST @em1ejiee @menichoi @dracoslovergirl @rosas-in-the-garden @blossominghunnie @lovelypham @cornenhapovs @nee-issaire @jwnstars

NOTE a bit of a rushed ending but i really didn't know what else i could write so it felt approperiate to just end it there before it trailed on and got too long XD

[chilumi-shipper]

Hii!! i really liked your diluc x mute reader sm, that shit hurts a ton but i REALLY liked it😔‼️ anyways🏃🏻‍♀️ could you please write a childe x reader that is kinda similar to komi from komi can't communicate? i kinda want it to be angst to fluff cause I like pain👹 its okay if not ❤️❤️ please take a rest !! have a great day <33

The Weird Student

Childe x Shy!GN!Reader (School AU)

Warnings: Angst to Fluff, Anxiety, Mentions of Bullying, Breakdown.

Summary: He's throws away your relationship to get with the popular students.

(I've never watched the show before, but I did some research and saw that Komi is popular because she's mysterious? Yeah, that's now gonna apply here, you're just gonna be really shy and hides away from social contact and everyone thinks you're weird ･ 〰 ･ )

(Oh and if you're wondering what "Komi Can't Communicate" is, it's a manga where the main character, Komi, is very antisocial and tries to hide away from people because she's always nervous and scared of rejection, her behavior makes her look mysterious in other people's eyes and that's why she's sorta popular.)

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

He walked passed you...

Again, then again, and then again.

Like the connection between you two faded overnight.

Childe would always pick you up at your house so that you could go to school together in the morning...

He didn't pick you up today.

Childe would reserve a seat for you next to him in class so that you could share notes with him, or even just keep each other awake when the lecture is too boring.

There was another person next to him that day, in every class.

Lunch time, you and him would be outside eating by a huge tree because the cafeteria is always crowded and he knows how you get in those types of places, he also knows that you're too nervous to talk to the lunch lady so you prepare lunch for both him and you.

The other lunchbox remained untouched.

During his archery practice in the afternoon, you'd be at the bleachers, too scared to cheer for him, but you'd still be there to greet him after his game, tell him he did his best, despite only hitting the target once out of ten.

He just walked passed you...

Why does his silence make your chest feel like it's being shriveled up and torn apart? Why does it bring tears to your eyes?

It makes you want to go back to the good old days, Childe approached you even when people kept calling you the weird kid, he planted a place for himself within the walls of your heart, he spent months trying to get you to approve of the space he created, he didn't care that you were too afraid of human contact.

Your phone vibrated.

Hey, can you just... not go to my sparring tournament tomorrow?

You were walking home since he pulled out another excuse that he couldn't drive you. There was nothing to do but stare at that message, a message that felt like a smack to the face.

Why not?

You hoped it was just a joke, a prank, people in school like to do that, right?

It'll probably be too boring anyway, plus you'd get to catch up on that book you were reading.

You just finished reading that book, and you texted him about it too.

Sure, okay then.

...

"As long as I'm here, you'll never have to be alone." He said those words when you agreed to be his lover.

"I'm alone..." You broke down on the floor of your bedroom, hugging a locket with a picture of you and him on it.

Tears refused to stop falling from tour eyes, sobs fill the lonely space of your room. The space he created, did he regret ever letting himself in?

"I'll always be alone..."

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When he won the tournament, the first place that Childe's eyes landed on was the place you always sat in during his tournaments.

He smiled as he catches his breath and—

Oh... you're not there...

Well, his friends are still at the bleachers cheering and everything.

His friends... The once that always made fun of you behind your back.

Well, Childe will defend himself by saying that they're not all bad, it's just that... you're a little bit weird, right?

Being friends with them would mean that he can try out for any club that he wants, any sports he wants, get the respect from the other students that he wants, everything he could ever need in school.

All in exchange for... being with you.

...

Childe didn't like it...

He didn't like it when they would make fun of you in class as if you couldn't hear them. He didn't like the tears in your eyes that you refused to let go, your shaking figure as you exit the room.

He didn't like the sight of you throwing away a locket that he can recognize by heart into the trash can.

...Just like he threw away your relationship.

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37 messages, 10 missed calls

...and counting.

It was almost midnight, your phone was continuously vibrating and ringing beside you as you lay on your bed. You couldn't sleep, even if you muted everything, you could only stare at the phone.

One button away to talk to him again.

On the other side, Childe was in bed too, phone in hand, texting the words he wants to say, trying to get you to answer his calls.

43 message, 12 missed calls

The past few days, I know you noticed how I acted.

I really hope you can spare a little time to talk, even just a minute.

I actually read that book you just finished, it's pretty funny so far, hope it doesn't 'turn dark' like you said.

I won the tournament, maybe you can go out with me for a celebration, anywhere you want.

If you're asleep, I hope you have the sweetest dreams.

My siblings miss you, they probably like you more than me.

I miss you too, actually.

I was hoping that maybe you and I can talk in real life.

You don't have to do any of the talking, I just want you to listen.

None of them have been read, but he knows that you like staying up a little bit late, because sometimes, a few fireflies would fly over your room and you think that it's really cool.

With one last call...

Childe almost jumped out of his bed when you accepted the call. You didn't say anything, you didn't need to, he already had his cue to talk.

"Hey, lov– Y/N. I was hoping we could talk... uhh, not now, but–" Childe wanted to punch himself, his entire being was screaming at him as he was on the verge of screwing it all up.

"Tomorrow, maybe? Our usual spot... I mean, it was you're usual spot before I met you, and I don't know if you want me to refer to it as 'our', cause you're probably mad at me and all..." He just bit his tongue, stopped himself from talking before he makes it even worse.

You didn't answer.

"Oh, and I can bring lunch! Don't worry about me not showing up, I'll be there, alright?" He picked up the necklace that you threw away in the trash, clutching it over his chest.

"Even if you don't show up, I'll be there..."

...

The ginger felt like the world hated him at that moment, there was a long line at that cheesecake shop where your favorite cheesecake is, he wanted even the lunch to be perfect.

And he was basically speeding through the hallways just to get to the tree. You were probably already there, you probably think that he doesn't really care about you.

You hear heavy pants beside you and looking towards the sound, you see Childe trying to smile despite his heavy panting. "Hey..." That was his breathless greeting.

Looking at your lap, he sees that you've already had a lunch of your own. Yeah, he should've probably seen that coming, why would you trust him again when he tried to just throw you away? Still, it brings knives at his heart when you looked at him as if he was a stranger.

You quietly put your own lunch back in your bag as he sat and put the lunchbox he prepared in front of you.

Instead of rambling out his explanation and apologies like he practiced so many times throughout that entire morning, you both just sat in silence as you eat your lunch.

He watched your face as you eat little bites, you look cute!

His smile turned melancholy. "Y/N?"

You look back at him, a little bit of the powdered sugar on the cheesecake was on the side of your lip.

Childe wiped it gently, before caressing your cheek gingerly. "I promise that I will try my hardest to earn your trust again."

You looked down onto the food, sighing a bit. "...I'm weird." He took your hand in his, intertwining them together.

"You're special..." He raised your joint hands, kissing the back of your palm. "...amazing."

"And I love the way you are."

You happily ate your lunch after that.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

So.... I have a horrible stomach ache, and it made me a little emotional, a few tears have fallen during the making of this fic.

[rouecentric]

Hello! Can I request platonic yandere Roxana Agriche and platonic yandere Jeremy with oldest agriche fem reader where reader is quite lazy but smart.

And one more thing, she is not crazy like their family.

i see! so basically a krs!cale henituse but doesn't get unlucky(well, unless having two people be yandere over you is unlucky,,)?

Unlike your other half-siblings having to try and fight for the rights of being the next head of the black agriche, you were simply born into the number one candidate of being the future head of your family

it's not like a switch turned on for lant at a random time and decided to make you one, you were just extraordinarily smart and only helped out and made yourself a name whenever you wanted to

of course, you didn't really mind! you could just relax in luxury and do your paperwork early in the morning, finishing it before it became afternoon

the only "slight"(read: big) issue with being the heir of a dangerous and insane family, having people almost always try to kill you or manipulate your lazyass

well, you weren't the heiress to the black agriche family without a reason.

you easily found moles trying to harm or stop you from succeeding your plans, they were eaten by a tamed beast of yours in front of other maids and butlers working for you, unlike your siblings who would torture them in front of their staff before killing them

of course, some moles do worser things than others, so you'd gift one of your stepmother's, maria, them, knowing well enough she'd turn them into "dolls"

you weren't as crazy as your family, heavens no! instead, you'd teach your younger half-siblings the ropes, being hopeful that they'd at the very least live

your efforts were almost always fruitless, until roxana and jeremy (metaphorically)slammed the door to your heart open and dragged you out

ROXANA, your sweet and adorable two-faced sister, who just simply worships your actions and the ground you walk on!

she acts like an absolute angel and clingy younger sister who just wants your attention on her <3

she's simply just immensly proud of everything her smart older sister does!

roxana doesn't mind you being lazy, you deserve to rest in luxury because of your kindness/achievements! of course with you resting with her and jeremy, but you wouldn't mind that, right? :)

ah, but when she's alone with people that dislike/tried to harm you, she'd torment the insolent vermins before handing them over to jeremy 💕

right, your puppy-like obsessed younger brother, JEREMY

anyone that even tries to harm or embarass you will be faced with two monster siblings, killing for the sake of their eldest sister's happiness <3

jeremy is simply putty and puppy like in the presence of you and roxana!

he was overjoyed when roxana decided to share their beloved sister! 💕

anyone who makes fun or negatively comments about your laziness will be swiftly killed after being tortured by roxie, what a kind younger brother!

literally forbids everyone(except for rox, of course) from entering your room when you told him you were going to laze around/take a nap the entire afternoon

roxana and jeremy would never harm you! ..well, at least physically.

the only thing they'd try to do is manipulate or gaslight you! only if you show resistance to their affection, though!

they'd be overjoyed and giddy if you reciprocate their affection!

everyone else in the agriche dukedom didn't matter(except for sierra my beloved❤️❤️), they could all get burned alive for all they cared!

YOU, are the most important thing to them, a beacon of hope, a support pillar, but most importantly, a caring older sister.

[alwaysmypearl]

Hi there 😊

If you're still taking prompts, how about an Everlark story inspired by this gif?

Could be any AU. I just want Katniss to fall for Peeta first 😁😅

Thank you so much! 💓

hi @dandelionlovesyou ! thank you so much for the prompt, I’m so sorry it took me so long. I hope you think it was worth it! ❤️ In Panem, no games universe.

Life at Panem’s School For Girls was rather uneventful. District 12 was one of the few districts to separate their boy and girl students, especially for the purpose of preparing them for trades.

Katniss didn’t mind going to an all girls school. She had a few friends, she did her school work, hunted occasionally, and went home. The only boy Katniss ever saw was Gale, and that was in the woods before school. They were close, and he was well known for being attractive amongst the girls, but Katniss didn’t have time to think about what him being attractive would mean. Regardless, he really had an eye for Madge. They’ve been on a few dates so far, and Katniss was happy for them.

But no one ever caught her eye.

Katniss was a minority in this way though. Because the girls spent all day separated from the boys of their District, Katniss felt like all of the conversations she heard were about boys. Who was the hottest, who asked who to the Harvest Festival, and which one was the most talented athlete.

After the bell rang in the afternoon, Katniss would wait outside in the courtyard for Prim before walking home. The lower school got out a little later than the upper school, so she had time to do homework and hear about the latest 12 gossip from Madge.

“Oh my gosh, Katniss.”

Katniss looked up from her math book to a wide-eyed Madge.

“What?”

“Well, you know how it is my life’s goal to get you a date to the Harvest Festival?”

Katniss groaned. “Madge, we talked about this. I’m not-“

“I know, I know, you say you’re not going. But please just listen! I think I might be able to change your mind.”

Katniss slammed her math book shut and rested her chin on her palm.

“Fine. I’m listening.”

“Everyone, and I mean everyone, has had their eyes on the Mellark boys. Do you know who they are?”

“The baker’s sons?” Katniss’ family wasn’t the poorest among District 12 people, but they usually couldn’t afford the bakery treats. She knew of their family, but never really saw them.

“Yes! Their youngest son, Peeta is in our year. Rumor has it, he’s the only son without a date. He’s turned down every girl that’s asked him.”

“So? Why should I care if he doesn’t have a date?”

“Because! I think you would be perfect for him!”

“What? Madge! If he’s turned down all of the girls who have asked him, what makes you think he wouldn’t turn me down? And what if I don’t even like him?”

“Listen! I’ve talked to him a few times, and he is such a cutie. He’s so sweet, I just know he would warm up your cold heart.” Madge giggled and winked.

In response, Katniss just groaned and rolled her eyes.

“I’m serious, Kitty. All the girls that have asked him out are obnoxious merchant girls. I just think that’s not his speed.”

“Madge, I’ve been in the bakery probably twice in my life. He has no idea who I am.”

“Okay, so you should go today then! Just check him out!”

Katniss was so lost in thought about the Mellark boy that she jumped when Prim suddenly appeared beside their table.

Giddy and giggling, Primrose interjected. “Go where? What boy is Katniss checking out?”

“The youngest Mellark boy, Peeta.”

Primrose gasped. “All the girls have been talking about him! He’s the wrestling champion at the boys school! Katniss, you have to see him, you just have to!”

“I am not seeing anyone! We need to go home, Prim.”

Madge eyed Katniss and then asked Prim, “Don’t you think you could use a sweet on the way home?”

“Yes! Katniss please!” Primrose was now on her knees with her hands clasped together.

“I even got extra goat money this morning. We deserve a treat and you deserve a Harvest Festival date.”

Madge plopped coins down on the table, and Prim grabbed for them while jumping up and down.

“Now you can’t refuse.” Madge gave Katniss a sly grin.

With a groan, Katniss pressed her forehead to the table.

“Fine. Only because I want something chocolate.”

——————————————-

Primrose giggled and skipped the whole walk to the bakery.

“Prim, please look slightly calm when we walk in. If you embarrass me I won’t be able to show my face in town for a week.”

Primrose settled to a slightly hoppy-walk and smoothed her skirt.

“Okay. I’m calm. I’m calm, Katniss.”

A bell jingled as Katniss pulled open the door to the warm bakery.

Before even walking all the way through the door, she noticed a blonde boy icing cupcakes behind the front counter.

He hollered a quick, “Welcome to Mellark’s, I’ll be with you in one moment!” and turned back to his work.

Katniss assumed it was Peeta, because he seemed about her age. His back was to her, but just his silhouette made Katniss’ breath catch in her throat. He was tall and stocky. He had broad shoulders, strong arms, and the most golden curly hair Katniss had ever seen.

She was in trouble.

Primrose eyed Katniss knowingly as they made their way to the counter.

Once they stepped all the way up to the glass case of sweets, Peeta finally turned around to face them and flashed Katniss with a heart stopping smile.

Madge was lying when she said he was a “cutie”. He was gorgeous. Stunning, even.

His eyes were crystal blue. Though Katniss had never seen the oceans of District 4 in real life, Peeta’s eyes were the color that she pictured. His cheeks and jawline were chiseled, and dotted with a few warm freckles. His smile made a queasy, fluttery feeling plague Katniss’ stomach.

Thank god Primrose was with her, because Katniss was speechless.

“Hi! My name is Primrose, but you can call me Prim. This is my sister, Katniss.”

Peeta continued to smile, and Katniss thought she saw his eyes even twinkle.

“Hi, Prim. And hi, Katniss. I’m Peeta. The Everdeens, right?”

Katniss cleared her throat and tried to pull herself back together.

“Yes. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well, I was told my father and your mother were friends at one time, but I haven’t seen either of you around much.”

“Well, with school and everything we don’t make it to town very often.” Katniss eyed the cookies in the glass case. “Everything looks so delicious here!”

Even you, Katniss thought.

Prim’s giggle broke her out of her admiration of the cookies, and thoughts of Peeta.

“What?” Katniss grumbled as she turned to her sister. When she looked at Peeta, his cheeks began to turn red.

Katniss’ hand clamped over her mouth.

“Oh my god, did I say that out loud?”

“Yes, Katniss!” Primrose continued to laugh so hard she almost fell to the bakery floor, and even Peeta’s shoulders started to shake as he tried to hold in his own laughter.

“It’s really okay, Kat-“

“No! It’s the most embarrassing thing ever!” Katniss felt a blush that rivaled with fire seize her face, and she covered it with her hands.

“Just order, Prim. We have to leave before I say something else stupid.”

Through wheezy laughter, Prim looked up at a very red-faced Peeta and placed her order.

“Can I have two of those cake balls please? And something chocolate for Katniss.”

Peeta shuffled around to collect their treats while Katniss’ stomach twisted in her feet.

I cannot believe I did that. He probably thinks I am so creepy, she thought.

Prim plunked the coins from Madge on the counter as he placed the wrapped treats on top of the case for them. Peeta collected them, punched the number in the register, and handed Prim their receipt and a few coins for change.

“Thank you Peeta. Hope we at least brightened your day.” Prim said sweetly as she collected their treats.

“You brightened my week. I hope to see you both again soon.”

Katniss groaned, “Don’t count on it. I’m so sorry, Peeta.”

“Don’t be. I really would like to see you again. And I hope you’ll like what I picked for you, Katniss.”

Without responding, Katniss turned around and finally tore her hands from her face. Katniss and Prim both bid him thanks and a goodbye, and stepped out of the bakery.

Before walking away from the building, Prim handed Katniss a small white pastry box.

As she looked over the small box, she noticed a note taped to the top.

Katniss,

I hope you like cupcakes, and dandelions.

-Peeta

P.S. I think you look pretty delicious too.

Katniss’ mouth fell wide open, as Prim whisper-screamed at her.

“What did he say?! What did he say, Katniss?!”

Katniss looked back through the bakery window to find the golden boy- arms crossed, leaning back against the counter, staring right back at her.

Her lips turned to a smile as he threw a wink in her direction. Her heart skipped a beat, and she could not hold back the laugh that finally slipped out.

She opened the pastry box to find a chocolate cupcake with a perfectly iced dandelion on it, her favorite flower.

“Prim, I might have to go to the Harvest Festival after all.”

[scarlettriot]

A Blanket of Stars

Pairing: Bakugo x Meg (( @meggsngrits ))

Warnings: Loads of Fluff

A/N: This piece is for the lovely Meg to thank you for her generous donation to @weebaboobs and her adorable pup, Peach! Thanks so much, and we hope you enjoy your date ❤️

WC: 769

So much of Katsuki’s life was on display for the entire world to see. People knew where he liked to go for his morning jogs, so he often switch up the route. He was always on the hunt for new coffee shops since the press seemed to know about his favorites. And, of course, everyone knew about you.

There was no way he could keep his relationship with you quiet because you were Dynamight’s girlfriend. He couldn’t blame the reporters for being nosy, even if he threatened to smash a camera a time or two. Damn, you were so much better at dealing with people than he was.

You were lovely, everything he never thought he’d get to have in his life. All the things he tried to push away and still so much more. You never complained about the crazy shifts he had to work or waking you at three in the morning because he finally had a chance to call you after 48 hours of being out of reach. You constantly reminded him that life didn’t need to be serious all the time, that he was actually allowed rest every once in a while. In fact, you started demanding it. 

Every other week, he had to plan something completely unwork related for the two of you to do, and on the opposite weeks, you chose. He’d already picked going to the book store as well as the arcade, but this week, he had even less patience than usual to deal with people. He didn’t want to be around a single other person, just you and him. And a perfect idea settled in his brain. 

“You haven’t told me what we’re doing today.” 

It was noon, both of you had been up for several hours already, and you were used to Katsuki laying out the day’s events for you over breakfast, but today he conveniently avoided the topic. 

“That’s right.” He was purposefully dodging. Glasses resting on his nose while he caught up on some reading. Your arms snaked over his shoulders, chin resting atop his blonde head. “Quit pouting.” 

“I’m not pouting!” 

He closed the book and tipped his head to look up at you. “I’ve got somethin’ planned, babe,” He brushed your brown hair back behind your ear, playfully flicking the tip of your glasses and kissed your cheek, “just gotta wait.” 

And wait you did. Through lunch, all afternoon, until dusk was painting the sky. You were just about to get up and bug your boyfriend again when he stepped out of the bedroom in jeans and a plain black shirt with both your jackets draped over his arm. “Well, ya ready?” 

You mumbled something about how he could’ve given you a little heads up, did you need to get changed, but he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “Not necessary. Ya look great, Meg.” 

He held your hand all the way down to his car, holding your door open for you as he always did. And you noticed the picnic basket sitting in his backseat. “When did you–?”

“When you were doin’ all that laundry.” He answered and started the drive keeping the destination a secret, but soon the busy city was fading from view, buildings and homes getting further and further apart, and eventually, you were pulling into a national park. 

A short drive down a gravel road and Katsuki parked in one of the few spaces, grabbing the basket, blanket, and a lantern. He held his arm out for you to take. After a ten-minute walk down a footpath, you reached a clearing with a pond at its heart and a clear sky of stars just starting to wake overhead. 

“I just, I didn’t really wanna deal with–” He gestured widely while setting up the blanket, and you knew exactly what he meant, all those fuckin’ extras, “Hope that’s alright.” 

You had to reassure him that it was, and then a relaxed grin slid onto his stoic face. “Better be.” He chuckled and began unpacking the basket that held your favorite meal and drinks that you both enjoyed, and stashed at the bottom were a couple of card games or books to read if you preferred. 

But, after the delicious meal was eaten, you both laid back on the blanket, looking up at the perfect sky above. Your head rested on him, his fingers coasting up and down your arm. It took you a minute to realize that he wasn’t tracing random patterns into your skin, and it made you smile, rolling to look at him, “I love you too, Katsuki.”

A/N: With any luck, tumblr might like me and let this post! A massive thank you to Meg for putting up with the delay. If you're still waiting on yours, I am just waiting to hear back from the help desk or the reposts of them to finally go through. Thank you so very much for your donations ❤️

[aboutnothingness]

The moment Freddie realised he was in love with Jim or maybe the first 'I love you' they shared? 😍😍

(I love how you write btw ❤)

Oh thank you darling! I’m so sorry for how dreadfully long this has taken me to write. I hope (if you see this) that you’ll enjoy it! ❤️💖

(many thanks to @just-a-poor-boy-queen for beta reading 🤗)

What did my fingers do before they held him?

What did my heart do, with its love?

– Sylvia Plath, Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices

Freddie is bundled into Jim’s arms, small and warm and achingly beautiful. He is, Jim thinks, the oddest creature.

Freddie had come only a few moments ago, skin glistening with sweat, perfectly flushed. All of that—the divine image of passion, its effects… How can someone be breathtaking and then… utterly vulnerable? This waif in his arms, he was ever so lucky to meet—to be doggedly pursued by, if he’s being honest. But that doesn't detract from what he’s found, who he’s fallen for. A rockstar to the rest of the world, yes, but to him a marvellous man, a sparkling spirit. A mystery.

Jim isn’t stupid. He’s rather observant, in fact, quick-witted. So, he caught on to how to handle Freddie within weeks—he saw through that slick veneer of confidence and self-assurance. Though he’d never say it aloud, never breathe a word of his suspicion to Freddie, it seems to Jim that Freddie is in dire, desperate need of a steady hand and continual reassurance. How, Jim wonders, can he make him happy? Can he keep him, or, rather, will Freddie let Jim keep him, hold him? Not just now in the aftershocks of pleasure, but on rainy afternoons and dew-sweet mornings?

He does want that, come to it. Absurd a notion as it—who, after all, in their right mind would think two men could have anything akin to normal? To waking up together every morning, to going to bed every night—sometimes innocently, too. Well, he’s not entirely mad, but he’s also not entirely sane—look who he’s ended up with, after all. Who he has, admittedly, gone head over heels for.

It’s not like this is a sudden thought, either. No, he was firmly on open terms with Freddie in the beginning—he had to be, what with all of Freddie’s galavanting, his jealous escapades. There had never been an agreement, no definitive talk—men like him, well… they didn’t do that sort of thing, did they? It’s not like with a woman… Though there was a certain manipulation with Freddie—not surprising, plenty of men liked to have their cake and eat it too—it wasn’t like that. A game to be played, yes, but a desperate one—an aspect of careening off a cliff-side –

That was what had given it away, finally—Freddie’s need for stability. Jim wasn’t run off so easily. He didn’t want to be played though, that he wouldn’t stand. Freddie seemed taken aback by that—hackles raised, even—but he’d come around soon enough, found something in Jim worth sacrificing part of himself for; or revealing, perhaps. He is shrouded, draped in endless veils behind the Palace gates—Jim probably doesn’t know the half of it.

Freddie shifts in his arms, gets closer—an impossible feat, entwined as they are, but Freddie manages anyway. He has laid his head on Jim’s shoulder, baby-soft hair brushing Jim’s bare shoulder. Like a feline, those cats Freddie loves, that he misses “dreadfully dear” in bustling, erotic Munich. A soft exhale. Jim runs his fingers through Freddie’s hair—gently, only a whisper of touch. He’s always gentle with Freddie, can’t bear not to be given how everyone treats him. Like he’s disposable, something to be used up and swiftly discarded. Jim won’t do that, can’t, even—it’s not in him.

Freddie is much, much too precious.

He should know it, too, should be told solidly every day. Every day for the rest of his life.

“Freddie?” Freddie shifts, delicate head leaving Jim’s shoulder to peer into his face. Those eyes—those eyes…

“Yes, dear?” Only inquisitive, no longer alarmed.

“I love you.”

A silence—a long, endless pause. The clock on Freddie’s side table has stopped ticking.

“I –“ Freddie stops, eyes betraying fear, uncertainty, a fragile heart, a fontanelle of hope.

“I love you, Freddie.” Jim was gentle before, but now he’s firm. Please believe me, trust me…

“I love you, too.” Quiet and broken—that’s how it comes out. On a silken, shaky breath. Seconds reel, time catches up.

And then Freddie is kissing him, savagely almost, overwhelming—as if they’ve only moments, as if this is their final kiss. Jim’s hand is in that soft-as-a-feather hair and he’s slowing Freddie down, easing him into a kiss that is pure love. No desperation, only sweetness, and an endless, unspoken promise.

I don’t know you, I never will probably, but I’ll love you until you’re sure of it, until all your hurt is cast away. Exiled by my hand.

[omg-just-peachy]

I’d love to see some pre-relationship sick!Tony and caring!Steve from you!!

Thank you for the prompt, anon! It’s still so weird to me (in the best way!) that people ask me to write things so ❤️❤️ I haven’t written anything where these two weren’t together yet in ages, so I hope you enjoy this little post-mission fic where Steve is the only one who realizes Tony is sick + Tony is only comfortable being sick and sneezy in front of Steve. 

Tony had been snappier than usual at the debrief, his voice rough and tired-sounding as he made biting comments to nearly everything Fury said. Steve thought it was frustration that the mission had taken days longer than planned; they were all tired and wanted to be home, out of their uniforms and take a few days to just breathe.

By the time they got back to the compound, they were all being pretty quiet, save for Clint making some of his usual comments. It was late afternoon, and Steve wanted to catch up with Tony, actually, but he seemed to be studiously avoiding him and just about everyone else. 

Well, fine.

They’d shared a room on the last night of the mission, crammed together in a space hardly larger than a closet, and while nothing had happened or anything, Steve had spent most of the evening trying not to press his too-big super soldier limbs too closely against his … friend? Teammate seemed so small, somehow. They’d come a long way in recent months, spending time together in Tony’s lab, making breakfast together. Well, Steve made breakfast and coffee, Tony usually stumbled in after him and drank his coffee in companionable silence while Steve talked or listened to the radio. It was nice, though.

Steve knew he should take a nap like the rest of the team, or at least try and sit down and relax. Sketching was an option, but there was so much happening in his mind he knew he had to go for a run. He changed quickly and was out the door before anyone could advise against it.

–

“Don’t tell mbe you just went on a run after a two-week mission like that one?”

Tony’s voice greets Steve as he’s pulling his shirt over his head and kicking off his sneakers in the foyer. Steve doesn’t actually have a chance to respond because Tony is mumbling about common sense and wondering out loud how Barnes dealt with him for so long. Steve smiles a little at that, raking a hand through his damp hair. He definitely needs a shower.

“Hello to you, too,” Steve says. “It was just a quick one, I had a lot on my mind and…it helps,” he shrugs as he says this. Tony knows about all his morning runs, the ones he goes on to chase away the nightmares or the lack of sleep that tends to plague him in the colder months. Their perpetual sleeping problems were one of the first things that made them realize maybe they weren’t as opposite as they’d originally assumed.

Tony just looks at him, like he’s thinking of something to say back, when his face wrinkles and he aims a muffled EHHtshh! of a sneeze into his elbow. Steve realizes for the first time how tired Tony looks. The effects of a mission so long, sure, but something else, too. He’s wearing his glasses and his voice sounds heavy and rough, which Steve had initially attributed to exhaustion.

Before he can put any more thought into it, Tony rubs forcefully at his nose with his knuckle, taking a shuddery breath that quickly turns into the build up to another sneeze. He leans to the side again, managing to keep them restrained and quiet in the elbow of his sweatshirt.

“Uh-Hushh! HUHrrshhoo! ESHIEW! God, sorry,” Tony mutters, rubbing at his nose again and sniffling a few times.

“Bless you! Tony, are you…” Steve doesn’t get a chance to ask if Tony’s okay, because Bruce appears from the kitchen to tell them they’d ordered pizza, and were they coming to eat it? Tony nods and disappears without another look or word to Steve.

–

Steve had opted for a shower before joining the team in the kitchen, and by the time he got back, most of them had finished eating. Aside from Tony, who had two untouched slices on his plate. Steve grabs some of his own and drops into the seat beside him, taking a bite and stealing quick, sidelong glances at Tony while he chews.

Tony hardly bats an eyes when Thor reaches across the table and takes one of the slices from his plate, devouring more than half of it in one impressive bite. By then though, Steve knows for sure Tony must be getting sick. His silence, the tired eyes, obscured a little by his glasses, and the gentle way he kept rubbing at his nose, clearly trying to prevent another sneezing fit in front of the team, was all he needed to know.

No one else seemed to notice anything though, likely assuming it was just Tony being Tony. He could be loud and sarcastic, joking at all of them, but he could be quiet and moody, too. Besides, when he thought about it, Steve doesn’t remember ever actually seeing Tony sick. Run down, exhausted after a mission or spending 72 hours in his lab, sure. They’d seen him suffering through the worst of his allergy seasons, too, doing his best to downplay every sneeze all spring long. But never sick.

When Tony’s breath starts coming in hitchy, soft gasps, Steve quietly passes him some of the tissues he’d brought down with him after his shower. Tony takes them with a small, relieved sigh and rubs his nose into them, catching the stuffy EHH-hetshh! ISH! sneezes there, and concern flutters its way into Steve’s chest.

There was a small chorus of bless yous as the team got up to clear their plates and get rid of the remaining boxes. Steve stayed where he was at the table, looking at Tony in quiet concern. He waited until everyone else had left the room to finally ask if he was okay.

“Might’ve picked something up on our way back,” Tony admits, much to Steve’s surprise.

“Have you taken anything? There’s tons of stuff upstairs…”

“Not yet,” Tony gives a stuffy-sounding sigh before continuing. “Honestly, I just want to sleep for three days and wake up when this is EHHshiew! Snf! Gone.” Tony’s nose was starting to look a little pink around the edges, and Steve can’t help thinking it’s a little endearing. Let the man sleep for three days if he wanted. “I tried for a nap when we got back but it wasn’t snf! h-happening so I IHH-Hetshh! Gave up,” Tony tells him.

Steve passes him the last of the tissues he’d brought down with him with a quiet bless you.

“Yeah, I know the feeling. Why don’t you go get changed. Let me grab some more of these, and some cold medicine and meet me back down here? We can put a movie on or something until you’re ready to sleep,” Steve suggests. “That, or you can tell me about all the technology milestones I missed again…that’ll get at least one of us to sleep,” he teases him, and Tony laughs a little, giving Steve’s shoulder a gentle shove as he stands up to go change.

Steve smiles at the HUh-ETSH! Hiishiew! Sneezes he hears echoing in Tony’s wake.

–

“Alright, I took Nyquil. Why don’t I feel better yet?” Tony demands as he walks into the common room. He’s in some soft sweatpants that probably cost as much as a car, and the hoodie he’d had on earlier. He looks like he’d be asleep in a few minutes, tops, and Steve is confronted with the inexplicable urge to pull him in close against him and hold him while he fell asleep.

He pushes those thoughts aside. “You have like, four PhDs and you don’t know how Nyquil works?” He says instead, smiling playfully at him.

Tony throws one of the many pillows at him and plops himself down in close next to Steve. He clears his throat a few times before turning away and coughing roughly. Steve lays a hand on his back, soft and unsure, as Tony gets his breath back. Tony is about to say something when his eyes flutter shut and he holds up a hand in warning. He leans away as a fit of congested sneezes overtakes him. “Huuh-ISH! Ishhiew! I’m s-sorry snf! UH-Hetshh! USHIEW! God, sorry, again,” Tony says, sniffling and shaking his head.

“Bless you. Okay?” Steve says quietly. Tony nods, straightening up a little, as if just realizing their proximity. It just feels so….normal, though. Steve knows they should talk about the mission, the “emotional shit” he knew Tony would insist he was terrible at. Steve also knew that he didn’t give himself nearly enough credit for how much he cared about things. But he was sick, and sleepy, and for now, there’s just this: the warm room, and Tony beside him. He moves the box of tissues to where Tony can reach them, and pulls a blanket down from the back of the couch.

When Tony throws it across the both of them, head slipping down onto Steve’s shoulder as the medicine hits him, well. The rest could wait.