#i eat that shit up for breakfast dinner supper lunch

[shadystranger]

Every two episodes they make sam dean's damsel in distress and we just roll with it

[ichigo-dream]

Leon Kennedy - Eating Headcannons (SFW + NSFW)

Dream and I were having a drinks sesh cause the weather is good with us atm, and we ended up having a full discussion about Leon and eating. We were discussing the criteria to qualify as what we have coined a “neo fem-boy”, and how Leon has a lilll bit of squish to him despite the muscle - cause baby boy likes to EAT (both figuratively and metaphorically). Leon canonically put on 40 lbs of pure muscle between RE 2 and RE 4, yet he still somehow looks a lil bit soft and squishy soooooo we had to write this shit down.

Basically we just wanna eat up soft Leon, enjoy~

SFW

It's established canon that this man wants dinner all the time (see Leon in Infinite Darkness and Damnation)

This boy is hobbit-coded - baby boy needs at least three square meals a day - we’re talking full fry up in the morning, actual lunch and a spread for dinner. Might even squeeze in brunch and supper while he’s at it.

Snack, snacks, snacks - always snacking on something.

Having low blood sugar and being in a relationship with Leon is a match made in Heaven.

Lil baby has a sweet tooth

His jacket and coat pockets will always have some form of sweet in them - gum, lollipops, hard boiled sweets, Tiic Tacs, jawbreakers,

Any time you’re in the car together or watching a film, you can hear the hard sugar shell clacking against his teeth.

Will hide food, and eat in bed - you get into bed after a long day and when your head hits the pillow, you’ll hear a plastic rustle. Reaching under you’ll find a half-eaten packet of cookies or biscuits he’d been snacking on earlier that he had shoved under your pillow.

Will finish your food for you

Birthdays are his fav - any excuse to have cake this boy will use it - will eat any kind, but boy is a slut for vanilla cake and strawberry jam filling - you will often have to wipe the cream and jam from the corners of his mouth.

Will fuck up a strawberry sundae especially in the summer time.

Speaking of summer, it’s one of his favourite seasons

Loves to eat outside in the sunshine when it’s hot and balmy

Perfect weather for ice cream or milkshakes – and he won’t waste a single drop. If he notices some trickling down the cool glass in his hands, he’ll lick it up, completely oblivious to how the small action makes you blush.

You’ll often catch him eating his cereal standing up, watching TV or nosying at the neighbours having an argument in the streets below, still in his pyjama bottoms.

Loves milkshake straws - has a collection of different flavours - though, when he doesn’t use a straw, he is always oblivious to the cute lil milkstache.

Will squirt cream straight into his mouth in front of the fridge.

Weddings, and other events are the worst for him, as whilst he loves desserts, they rarely serve his favourites.

“I fucking hate pavlova” he grumbles, proceeding to eat it anyway, just to get his sugar fix.

Loves fruit - will eat raspberries one by one off the tips of his fingers.

You’ll catch him eating ice cream sitting on the kitchen floor in front of the fridge in the middle of the night, sucking on his spoon and looking at you like a deer in headlights when he sees you standing there watching him.

Will get cranky if he doesn’t get to eat - hangry vibes

If he wakes up late, he will refuse to leave without breakfast - this boy will run out the door with a piece of toast in his mouth like an anime school girl.

His RPD uniform has lots of “fancy pockets” and what are they good for? Emergency snack storage - nuts, sweets, biscuits, dried fruit. 

For his birthday, you buy him candy bracelets - heart eyes for days - and he sits and absent-mindedly sucks on them at his desk at work, thinking of you.

NSFW

As a birthday present, you wear a candy necklace during sex and Leon attacks your neck, sucking and biting at it whilst he fucks you.

Due to his habits, he always tastes sweet - all of him tastes sweet if you catch our drift (ya, his cum)

Whilst he’s squirting cream into his mouth, if you happen to be walking past and notice some of it lingering on the corners of his mouth and decide to lick it off, baby boy will forget everything he’s doing and fuck you over the kitchen table.

Speaking of cream - will use it on you when he fucks you, kitten-licking the sweet dollops off your warm skin (tits, collarbones, stomach - he's gonna eat you up)

If you’re curious about something he’s eating and want to taste some, he’ll kiss you in lieu of sharing (Leon is only possessive over two things - you and food).

Big into gum sharing - will use it as an excuse to start making out with you.

If things get a little messy when you’re eating cake, he will lick your hands clean if he’s in the mood.

Leon is a munch in more ways than one.

This boy will eat you out of house and home, including your pussy.

Could eat three square meals a day and will still go down on you like he’s starving.

Kitchen? Bedroom? Sofa? Standing up? Doesn’t matter - man’s is ready to munch anytime anywhere.

Whilst he’s eating you out, he’ll rut his hips against the bed - the sugar rush means he is always full of energy and ready to go at all times.

Will suck on your clit like it's a gobstopper.

Gets bratty when he hasn’t had a snack - but, it just so happens that he considers you to be the sweetest one.

Be prepared to be fucked within an inch of your life when he gets like this - or for him to eat you out until you can’t walk (will bring you a snack afterwards ofc).

This man gained 40lbs of muscle— but like we said, baby boy is still soft  

Leon puts you in a headlock whilst he fucks you and his biceps have a nice lil bit of squish which you relish in when he chokes you.

His ass jiggles - when he’s lying stomach down on bed, you love slapping it when you walk past and watching it jiggle like jelly - this action without fail will make him blush and whine “Stop!” every time.

You like to bite him

He’s too cute and squishy to resist honestly

Playfully nibbling his plump lil cheek

Biting his thick arms

When you’re riding him and can’t resist playfully kneading his tits like a kitten, and it makes him grab your wrists and fuck into you harder - he’ll later claim that him turning red from his cheeks to his chest was from exertion and not embarrassment.

He is the comfiest place to lie on when you’re fucked out and riding the waves of post-orgasmic bliss.

If you made it this far, comment “Bingo!”

Thank you for reading!

Love,

Ichigo and Dream xoxo

[facts-i-just-made-up]

I've heard of the last supper, but what can you tell me about the first supper?

In nature, animals eat when they can. Though this event required a balance of calorie intake to expenditure, prey or plant selection, and many more issues; the animals themselves were not aware of these. To them, they simply ate when they could.

Unfortunately, humankind evolved and with it came manners. This rare ape found it inappropriate to simply eat grubs from their partners' hair or pick up a random slug and slurp it down. Humans invented things like silverware, because they found it rude to handle their food directly for some reason that still nobody can figure out. They decided too that one could only eat at appointed times, likely a scam from the clock industrial complex that got out of hand.

Humans decided that there would be three times to eat in a day, and only specific things could be eaten at those times: At breakfast, shortly after waking, humans would eat only fruit and grain. At lunch, about noontime or just after, humans would eat only "lunch meats" such as thin slices of animals, and finally at dinner, they could eat larger portions of animals, and more thoroughly cooked and greasy, oily vegetable matter.

This proved insufficient for many people and more meals were added- A second breakfast, elevenses, afternoon tea were added, and finally, supper.

Supper was intended to be a meal consumed shortly before bed, so its dietary focus was on non-acidic, calming foods to ensure a peaceful rest. The first recorded supper took place at 8:30PM on September 13th, 1907 BC. It consisted of a cold meat pie, a light strawberry pastry, and a pint of Everclear; all consumed by one Gerald Urgggh of North Mesopotamia.

Soon after, rumors spread of this meal and the results were divisive. Some felt it was too much, some too little too late. Kings fought wars over the rumor, and four thousand years later I realized I had no joke planned for all this and have just been brainlessly writing bullshit as I go and no way to wrap this shit up.

Sorry.

The first supper after Jesus was weaned from breast milk was Gerberus Strained Chickpeas. It is not often painted because he got that shit got everywhere. Spoons were sadly only invented in 34 AD.

[captaindibbzy]

Mystery of what happened to the chocolate digestives solved.

Dad's taken to hiding them in the man cave to make sure I specifically don't eat them.

Because he's on one of his "you eat to much" tirades.

You know, three meals a day, maybe less, and the occasional snack.

When I was young and insulin was less developed as a technology dad used to have to time his meals very well in order to keep blood sugar up.

So he would have:

Breakfast

Snack

Lunch

Snack

Dinner

Supper

Every day.

If these were skipped or late he risked his blood sugar crashing, having a hypo, ending up in the hospital, or dead.

He seems to have forgotten that like he forgets that he is constantly eating. These days he'll have about 10 milky coffees a day or more, and every time he has a coffee or comes down he'll have a snack.

Biscuits, chocolates, sweets, crisps, nuts, toast. All day every day. He eats 90% of the snacks in the house but he doesn't remember he does it. If you ask him what he's eaten in a day he'll say "nothing".

Dad you don't know shit about health or nutrition and your attempts to control my life are going to backfire explosively.

[melodytaylorauthor]

Me vs. the Mafia

Let me preface this story with a mental image: I am 5’3″ and about 150 pounds, but I’m about 20 pounds overweight. I am not impressive.

When I was 20, I had a new nose ring, a freshly shaved head, and a used pair of combat boots. I was also not 20 pounds overweight. That year, my boyfriend, roommate, and I took a road trip to Chicago. On our first night there, we ate at an amazing Italian restaurant just around the corner from our hotel.

Our last night there, I decided I wanted to eat there again before we left. My travel companions were amenable, so off we went.

It was a three story restaurant, breakfast in the basement, lunch on the ground floor, dinner on the second. I double-checked the schedule before we went in, making sure we were headed to the right floor for the time of day. Up to second we went, tummies rumbling and excited for al dente pasta in beautiful rich sauce.

In the vestibule, we found the maitre de and two large men in suits, the maitre de ringing his hands. When he saw us, his eyes got very big.

“Table for three,” I said. “Is there a wait?”

“I’m sorry, we’re closed,” he said, and politely aimed a hand back down the stairs.

“Oh, okay, thanks anyway,” my boyfriend said, much to my surprise.

I shot him an incredulous look.

“But your sign says you’re open,” I said. I glanced into the dining room and saw two men sitting at a table towards the back. No one else. That seemed odd for supper time, but there were, in fact, customers seated in the dining room.

One of the large besuited men stepped around the maitre de, who seemed even more nervous now. His suit was very nice and he was roughly the size of a Shire draft horse, his head shaved and his nose squashed flat.

“We’re closed,” he said.

“That’s fine,” my boyfriend said, and grabbed my hand. Our roommate was already down the first few stairs.

I shook my boyfriend off and squared up with the big guy. “Why does your sign say you’re open?” I demanded. “That’s very confusing.” I really wanted pasta.

“We’re closed,” the huge guy with the squashed nose repeated, and gave a weird smile at my boyfriend, who was still grabbing at me.

I did not understand what the hell was going on, but the big guy was not going to let us eat there and my boyfriend was going to drag me down the stairs.

“Well,” I said, still confused and very reluctant, “can you recommend a good place nearby we can eat?”

The big guy warmed up instantly, a friendly smile gracing his meaty face. “Sure, go down two blocks and take a left, there’s a great diner on the right, they’ll take good care of you.”

“Thank you,” I said. The maitre de looked like he might faint, and the other big guy smirked. I started getting more pissed off at that smirk.

“Thank you,” my boyfriend echoed, and practically dragged me out by my jacket.

I shook him off once we got outside. “What the fuck? What was that?”

Now my roommate and my boyfriend both looked like THEY might faint.

“Other than you trying to get us killed?” my boyfriend demanded.

“What?”

“I thought they were going to put you in a pair of cement shoes!” our roommate said. "I'm surprised you didn't pick up on that!"

“Pick up on what?”

“Those guys were mafia!” my boyfriend said. “Oh, my god, I thought that guy was gonna kill you! Let’s go!”

“You almost slept with the fishes,” our roommate said.

“You guys think they were mafia? Really?”

Both my boyfriend and roommate nodded emphatically.

“What, really?”

“Yes!”

I turned and looked back at the building. “But . . . ”

“Let’s GO!” my boyfriend repeated and started hustling me down the street.

Suddenly, the entire scene clicked into place, and the light dawned. Italian restaurant. Chicago. Two guys at a table, no one else in the place. Two giant dudes in very expensive suits. The squashed nose on the one. The maitre de looking pale and nervous. “Oh,” I said, and let myself be hustled. “Ooooooooh.”

“Yes, oh!” my boyfriend said.

“Oh. Oh, shit.”

“Yes!”

We did end up going to the diner the big guy recommended. It was, in fact, very good, although it was not al dente pasta in rich sauce. We were still impressed.

So that’s my story of how I tried to take on the mafia. For pasta.

I like to think the one big guy remembers me as the cute little dingbat tourist who didn’t know what the hell was good for her. I’m pretty sure he hadn’t had anyone question him or stand up to him — you know, like, EVER.

I like to think we both got a funny story out of the deal.

[kindlyfunkn]

i was planning on making cookies like 2 weeks ago had chocolate chips there for that long havent had the motivation too much to do

a few times my sisters remarked to her friend that i was going to make cookies "but hasnt done it yet for some reason" like hmm yeah i wonder why i havent. could it be how incredibly tired i am all the time? i havent done anything specifically for myself except scroll social media and waste hours bc i sit for a break after not stopping and black out time jumps ahead n ive done nothing and that makes me feel worse. i feel guilty when i want to play a game or watch tv bc theres always something to do but my sister just stays in her room all day blasting music. days when i just cant do anything i feel awful then my sister comes home and i can feel the judgement radiating off her for nothing being done but im always the one doing it every day. i could spend the day after school sweeping, swiffering, making supper, shovelling snow, dusting, wiping the grime off shit, changing garbages, doing laundry, but because the dishes arent done shes right flippant. she had her boot marks scuffed up the entire living room so i mopped the other day, noticeable difference, not a word from her. she only ever thanks me for the dishes and supper but it means fuck all when im the only one doing them all the time. your thanks doesnt mean shit anymore to me can you cook an actual meal for once please

she made kraft dinner (which i cant eat makes me gag) some time ago, made two boxes worth then put the remaining in the fridge. she made kraft dinner again a night ago and ate it all. guess what i threw out today! moldy leftovers! stg she never eats her own leftovers. i make supper and the leftovers are put in a tub and in the fridge hoping maybe i can have it the next day instead of cooking again, she eats it the very next day like clockwork for her breakfast or lunch doesnt ask if i want it even though i made it, yet never touches her own shit she puts in there. im not a picky eater overall but i cant stand most wet slimy foods (kraft dinner, storebought macaroni, tbh anything creamy cheesy makes me want to vomit) but thats what she eats if i dont make something and she never touches her own leftovers.

anyway if anyone has been reading these vents im sorry i feel really dizzy i got super mad i have a lot on my chest even if it seems really insignificant ive just been so stressed out by everything i feel worse by the day im so so so so sick of everything right now

[134340am]

for the madeup fic game, idk why my brain immediately thought of the words "banana bread" but here i am with the title "banana bread" if you can think of anything 😂

hello my pretty rae! happy tuesday <3

for banana bread, i'm thinking of a light-hearted crack fic where bokuto is cursed at birth to drop any and all foods that he compliments after the first bite.

it started when he was a kid, just a little guy at the park chomping down on some ice cream on a hot summer's day. he's saved up enough to try a new flavour—today's treat is strawberry ice cream encased in a thin layer of mochi. "yum," he mutters to himself after the first bite: a small, tentative one, where he rolls the flavour about on his tongue afterwards. when he goes in for a second, bigger bite, he drops his ice cream.

fuck.

bokuto swears by his dad's toast. it somehow tastes better, though it's just toast? the outside is a stunning golden brown, the balance between the crunchy crust and the pillowy insides is perfect, and the little pad of butter his dad slides on top the hot toast is just the right amount—enough to coat the entire surface of his breakfast without getting it soggy and greasy.

"it's just toast, but it's awesome every single time, pa," he once said through a generous mouthful of said toast, before his fingers twitch and his breakfast goes barrelling towards the floor.

gravity 1, bokuto 0.

(screw this shit, he hates it here.)

he's mindful of his compliments to the chef now. pizza, beef rice bowls, cold soba in the summer and hot oden in the winter: whatever he's eating, bokuto's careful to express his appreciation for the food only after he's had at least half of it.

until he met you.

the humble bakery down the street serving the freshest pastries has been the fruit of your labour for the past five years. lemon pound cake, pain au chocolat, darling little vanilla cupcakes and giant chocolate chip cookies—your menu is sure to satisfy anyone with a sweet tooth. your best seller, however, is your banana bread: the caramelised exterior and fluffy interior, in addition to the overpowering smell that wafts through the street every morning, had people queueing up long before your bakery opens.

bokuto is no exception.

he's almost in tears when he tries your banana bread for the first time, teeth sinking into the crispy crust to find the soft sponge underneath and a satisfied hum already brewing in the back of his throat.

before he can help himself, he speaks, "this is the best banana bread i've ever had."

shitshitshit, he shouldn't have said that.

bokuto cringes, awaiting the familiar numbness to take over his fingers, awaiting the dreaded fall of the delicious banana bread from his hand...

...but it never comes.

when he opens his eyes, he's puzzled to find the golden-brown square still intact between his thumb and index finger. huh, that's weird.

"this banana bread is— it's, um. amazing. delicious. wonderfully tasty," he tries, eyes fixated on the dessert. he even takes another bite for good measure, nibbling at the corner where a bit of caramelised crust has formed. he starts rambling when nothing happens. "this banana bread is lovely. i'd eat it everyday, for breakfast and lunch and dinner. maybe even supper, but my trainer says i shouldn't eat too late or i'll mess up my circular rhythm. my circulator rhythm? what's the damn word— anyways, this is good. like, great good."

nothing happens. his little slice of banana bread, now down to a piece the size of his thumb, sits unharmed in his hands.

a grin breaks across his face, lighting up the room almost immediately. "holy shit!"

"holy shit is right, sir." you slide into the seat opposite his, armed with another slice of banana bread on a plate. your smile mirrors his, amusement decorating your pretty features, and bokuto feels his heart rate pick up even more—something he didn't know was possible.

"i'm glad you like my banana bread. it's our bestseller, and you probably know that, but nobody's really complimented it the way you have." you laugh good-naturedly, sliding the plate across the table. bokuto's eyes flick from your face to the bread and back, heart soaring.

"well, i hope you know i was telling the truth," he starts, almost shyly. "would you, um, like to share this piece?"

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it!

[goddess-of-green]

May i request kisame and kakuzu w/ a s/o who eats like a lil hobbit? They are munching on food all the time and fit new ways to make amazing fod even tho the ingredient lists are running short. They have multiple meals thruout the day like they get breakfast, brunch, lunch, 12'o clock's, afternoon tea/snack, dinner, supper, midnight snack lmao.

Warnings: GN!Reader, language, mentions of violence

⌦ Kakuzu

⟳ Kakuzu doesn't really mind your constant snacking, it doesn't seem to inhibit your fighting ability, and you know how to eat chips and be quiet at the same time, unlike Hidan

⟳ He's pleased that you're so good with food, too

⟳ It's an efficient way to save money because you could literally make a full course meal from scraps

⟳ Though sometimes, regardless of your actual size, people will call you something derogatory like "fatass" because of how much you eat

⟳ And let me tell you Kakuzu will rock their shit

⟳ He thinks your compulsive eating tendiences can get to be a lot sometimes but you've shown no resulting health issues and it doesn't really affect him besides occasionally waking him up in the middle of the night with your midnight snacking so he's ultimately fine with it

⟳ He doesn't say it often but he loves you, despite your obsession with food which sometimes he even thinks of as a plus

⌦ Kisame

⟳ Kisame loves your eating habits oh my goodness gracious

⟳ He is right there snacking with you

⟳ You must have some sort of wicked digestive system to not get sick and Kisame can eat just as much as you simply due to the way his body works

⟳ He never has to worry about unsatisfied cravings with you ever because you've always either got food on you or you're able to whip something beautiful up practically from thin air

⟳ If anyone were to insult you because of your eating habits Kisame would be right there behind you, backing you up

⟳ Literally, he'll stand menacingly over your shoulder and scare whoever that jackass is away immediately

⟳ And if Kisame's presence alone doesn't get someone off your back, well...I don't think I have to spell out what happens next...

⟳ Sometimes you might wake him up at night with your cravings but he doesn't mind, in fact he'll ask you to get some for him too

[shyficwriter]

Temporary Home: Chapter 10

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: The prank war has an unfortunate outcome and Rocket has a run-in with a raccoon.

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Author's note: Thank you to @maribatshipper for the suggestion for the raccoon scene and a prank idea! And thank you to all the others who have suggested scenes they'd like to see in this series! (I'm still working them in!) Everyone feel free to send me anything else you'd like to see happen in this story, it might take me a bit to work certain things in, but I'll try to add as many as I can!

Word Count: 6,114

You slept-in the next day, as did Yondu, though he slept in a bit later due to having waited up for several nights before finally being able to catch you sneaking out.

When he did finally wake up the first thing he saw was you oiling the hinges to your bedroom door.

The two of you locked eyes on his way to the bathroom, no words exchanged. Just you very deliberately not stopping in your actions with an almost defiant look and him shaking his head with a half-laughed huff because you both knew why you were doing it.

***

Peter and Kraglin wasted no time continuing the prank war. Kraglin attempted to whoopee cushion you at breakfast, but you had seen it and decided to eat your apple standing against the counter.

He then later got you with the same ice trick you had pulled on Peter the previous night. Well, almost the same trick. Jackass actually stood there and kept the ice pressed to the back of your neck for a bit while you seized up and tried to escape the cold sensations before eventually letting it fall down the back of your shirt. He laughed the whole time, Peter too. You hadn't seen him open the freezer so he and Peter must have planned it out before you got into the kitchen, arranging for Kraglin to do it instead, knowing you'd likely suspect Peter.

Your thoughts were that you needed to plot some revenge as you made your way out of the kitchen, but they were interrupted as you walked into the sitting room and Rocket confronted you.

"Hope ya don't think you can bribe me with a new bed to get me to like you."

You crossed your arms and feigned a mildly confused look, saying flatly, "I don't know what you're on about."

Peter and Kraglin make their way past you to sit on the couch, throwing a glance to you and the raccoon as if to gauge the situation. Everyone knew that you and Rocket weren't exactly on friendly terms, and to see you facing each other down inspired a degree of concern.

Rocket scoffed. "There was a new bed in my room last night, where else would it have come from?"

You shrug. "Haven't a clue."

Kraglin now threw a glance at you. He knew you said you weren't going to say anything about it, but he hadn't expected for you to actually outright deny you had done it when asked.

"Oh, so it just magically appeared then?" Rocket said sarcastically.

"Looks like it."

"What's going on?" Gamora asked as she entered the room, eyeing the two of you to see if she needed to help diffuse anything.

Rocket ignored her. "Beds just don't appear out of thin air!"

"Apparently they do," you replied.

Gamora tilted her head back in understanding, and then made her way over to the table where Yondu was sitting and playing with Groot. This didn't appear serious, so she wasn't going to get involved.

When she sat Yondu whispered over to her, "What're they carryin' on about?"

She didn't get a chance to answer because Rocket then yelled, "DON'T CALL ME A RACCOON!"

What had happened was Rocket said, "They do not!" in response to your claim that beds could just magically appear. It couldn't have been one of the others, it's not like they could leave to go buy one, so it had to be you, and it pissed him off that he was so sure and more frustrated that you wouldn't just admit it. He felt like you were making fun of him, calling him stupid for insinuating he would believe in something as dumb as a magically appearing bed.

To be honest, you weren't even fully sure why you were denying it yourself. You had just wanted to set it up and be done, and you were annoyed by him insisting that you admit you had done something nice for him, especially if he was now going to accuse it of being bribery.

You replied, "Why would I have done it? I don't even like you."

Rocket was only growing angrier, crying out, "I know it was you! None of the others could have done it, and I would have seen if one of those SHIELD people showed up with it!"

You shrugged then responded with, "I don't know what to tell you, I'm not in the business of making beds for raccoons."

You knew you were being a little mean. You had called him a raccoon once already, shortly after he arrived, and received a very curt scolding from him for it. You had also seen how it pissed him off when Peter called him that, always angrily insisting that he wasn't a raccoon. So, you had expected him to be a little miffed.

You hadn't expected him to snap and actually lunge for you.

You dodged just in time, luckily, and he landed on the floor, growling at you.

Peter yelled at him to knock it off and Rocket retorted back that you deserved it.

You just stared him down and said, "I'll punt you across the room next time, you little shit!" Why had you taken the time to make him a bed again?

"Alright, break it up!" said Kraglin firmly, standing up to show he meant business, used to having to break up Ravager fights and easily falling back into the old role of neutral mediator.

"Gladly," you say bitterly, turning to leave the room.

Rocket grumbled something unintelligible and walked in the opposite direction, hopping up into the rocking chair to sulk.

***

You went back and forth with Peter and Kraglin with the pranks most of the rest of the day, and it actually helped improve your mood about the Rocket situation, or at very least took your mind off it.

You got them back around lunch when you squirted some lemon juice in Peter's soda when he wasn't looking, and smeared jam on the inside of the handle of the fridge knowing Kraglin was about to make a sandwich. The looks on their faces were satisfying, but you discovered their way of getting you back later was to leave two glasses of water on the table. Upside down. With a note that read, "Have fun! Don't get wet! -Peter and Kraglin"

You didn't have fun, but at least a bath towel made into a makeshift dam around the glasses kept you from getting too wet.

You immediately thought of a way to get them back. Unfortunately it didn't work quite as planned.

That evening, sometime after supper when you finished washing the plate you had used, you placed a piece of duct tape just over the spout of the faucet, so that it was only mostly covering where the water came out. This way, when the water was turned on, it would spray directly onto the victim.

You knew that Peter or Kraglin would likely be the next ones to use the sink, as they had made their own dinner just after you had and were just starting to finish up.

You left the kitchen and went to the sitting room, pretending to look for a book to read but in reality you were eagerly waiting for the screams as one or both of the guys met their fate with an unexpected shower. You even considered returning to the kitchen once it happened just so you could tease them on not following their own advice, referencing the note attached to their previous prank about 'not getting wet.'

Not too long and your desires were met, however, the voice behind the cries wasn't the one you had intended to hear.

A loud, angry, bellowing of, "DAMMIT QUILL!" could be heard from the kitchen and your eyes went wide.

Oh no.

That was Yondu's voice. Apparently he had fancied a glass of water and got in the way of the prank, becoming its unintended victim.

You quietly made your way out the sitting room door, hearing Yondu scolding that Peter needed to grow up and then Peter saying, "I swear! I didn't do that one!"

You made it to the front door and heard Kraglin's voice defending Peter, "No, for once he didn't, sir. I've been with him all day! Pete didn't do that."

You quickly and quietly opened the door and escaped just in time to hear Yondu calling your name.

***

You decided it was probably safe to re-enter the house perhaps half an hour later after taking the time to do some light archery practice.

You were greeted inside by Mantis who was apparently coming to look for you anyway to see if you wanted to play a game of UNO.

You eyed her suspiciously, remembering the last time someone sent her to invite you for something. You lean in close to her and quietly say, "Before I say yes, I want you to answer honestly. Did Kraglin or Peter send you, and is this another trick?"

Mantis shook her head. "No, Gamora sent me. She said nothing about a trick."

You thought for a bit. Mantis didn't seem the type to flat-out lie, and Gamora already said she didn't get involved in Peter's mischief, so you decided it was safe and agreed.

Mantis grinned wide and took your hand, practically dragging you to the sitting room and exclaiming to the others upon entry that you had said yes to playing.

At the table you saw Gamora, Drax, Peter and Kraglin. You didn't know where the others were, but you thought it was probably better that Yondu was elsewhere just in case he was still cranky about getting caught in the line of fire. You also didn't feel like dealing with Rocket.

Gamora and Peter sat on one side of the table, with Drax at one end. Kraglin sat opposite of Peter and Mantis was about to take the seat across from Drax, only just releasing your hand when you realized the only other seat would be between her and Kraglin. You eyed him and said, "Do you promise to behave yourself if I sit here?"

Kraglin feigned being offended. "Of course, ma'am!"

You narrowed your eyes but went to take a seat hesitantly. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him reach his hand out toward your chair, thinking that you weren't looking. If the last couple days had gone any differently you might have thought he was going to try a creepy move and grab your ass, but you had a feeling that wasn't what he was going for.

Kraglin was startled when your hand suddenly darted to grab his wrist and pulled it up above the table.

Just what you thought. Whoopee cushion.

"Aha! Behave my ass!" you scold, ripping the whoopee cushion from his hand easily in his shock and sitting down. "I'm keeping this," you taunt, mimicking what said the other day when he took possession of it from you. You stuck your finger in the opening to quietly release the air from the sack and stowed it away in your pocket as he pouted.

Gamora narrowed her eyes at Kraglin. "You two said you were going to behave." She wasn't referencing how you had made Kraglin promise before sitting down, but rather she had actually made Peter and him promise that they would behave and not cause mischief during the game while Mantis fetched you, wanting to try and make friendly with their host with a game without their shenanigans. Honestly, she wasn't sure why she believed them.

Kraglin grumbled what sounded like a "Sorry, ma'am." and Peter changed the subject by starting the game.

Surprisingly they did behave while playing. All six rounds of it before everyone was tired of playing and decided to pack it up.

***

You had just finished washing up for bed and were exiting the bathroom when a cry to "watch out!" made you turn just in time for a giant spider to fly towards your face.

You realized too late it was only Peter throwing the rubber spider at you.

Too late to stop yourself from shrieking as you batted it away, too late to prevent your loss of balance as you reared back, much too late to stop your socks from slipping on the hardwood floor or you from falling backwards, and unfortunately much, much too late to stop yourself from a poor landing where you tried to catch your fall with your outstretched hand only to be met with blinding pain.

Your eyes rolled back and you couldn't even scream, the sound caught in your throat as if the pain were strangling you.

Peter realized his prank had gone wrong when instead of yelling at him, you only rolled to one side and muted gutted noises came out of your throat as you held your arm.

"Crap! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! That wasn't supposed to happen!" Peter cried, rushing toward you on the floor. Kraglin's voice could also be heard apologizing, footsteps coming from his and Yondu's room where he and Peter had been waiting for you to be done with your shower so they could perform what was supposed to be just a harmless jump scare.

Finally finding your voice you yell, "Don't touch me! Get the fuck away from me!" as Peter knelt down. Your senses were blurred into only pain and rage. Your only thoughts were "go away" and 'fix arm, stop pain.'

More apologies poured from their lips as you tried to right yourself up with only one arm as you couldn't bear to move the other.

Peter tried to help you up but you only kicked him away, still blinded by pain and rage. "I said don't fucking touch me!" Eventually you were able to use the nearby wall to use to crawl into a standing position while the other two made pleas for you to let them help, for you to calm down, and something about dislocation. You couldn't really think clearly enough to sort out what they wanted, and only kept (figuratively) pushing them away as you made your way to your bedroom door where Mantis was now standing looking concerned.

You could just make out other voices, but didn't have a clear understanding of what they were saying or what they wanted either. You were only focused on one goal, and that was getting to your room to assess your arm.

Mantis readily moved aside so you could enter, but then remained in the doorway once you entered, unintentionally preventing you from being able to close the door. You look at her, saying firmly, "In or out. Pick one."

Looking a little frightened, she chose out, and you slammed the door behind her, locking it out of instinct more than clear thinking.

Almost immediately there came pounding on the door, and Peter's shouts that you needed to come out and let someone help you.

"Fuck off! I've got it!" you yell back.

Outside the room was a mess of concern. Gamora stood in the doorway of her and Peter's room, yelling at Peter and Kraglin from across the landing for their foolishness once she realized well enough what had happened. Yondu was standing on the stairs, having heard the loud thump of a body hitting the floor and then you yelling at someone to get away. He came to investigate only to find the scene before him.

Mantis, intimidated by the yelling, sought comfort from Drax who was standing in his doorway wondering what in the world was going on.

Rocket had momentarily stepped out of the room with Groot to see what the commotion was about, but upon realizing it was you just waved the situation off and returned to the room. Not his problem.

Yondu asked Peter what all the fuss was about and Peter admitted that he and Kraglin had fucked up a prank and it lead, to what looked to Peter, you dislocating your elbow, and then you locked yourself in your room. This explanation made Yondu join in with Gamora's scolding.

Inside your room you assessed your arm. Nothing was broken, but the elbow was indeed dislocated. You felt sick, mostly from the pain but also from the unsettling feeling of having a bone out of joint. You knew what you needed to do, you just wished you had a shot or two of whiskey in you first.

Back outside the room Yondu scolded both Peter and Kraglin, telling them that he was putting a stop to this prank war. Gamora agreed, stating that it had gotten out of hand when the guys tried to argue that it was just an accident.

Yondu attempted to knock on your door and convince you to come out, but you wouldn't bite, calling back through the door that you had it handled and for everyone to leave you alone.

Yondu glared through the door at your stupidity. He thought you were acting like a child. "Ya need someone to help ya put it back in place, now get out here. That's an order!" That last line was mostly from habit, and it got pretty much the response anyone would have expected from you.

"I don't take orders from you!"

Yondu growled, not exactly used to being defied, especially not the rare occasions he was actually trying to be helpful. He'd seen his share of dislocations, both from his crew and their victims. It was never pretty. "Well ya can't just haul up in there like a wounded animal!"

You rolled your eyes inside your room, fighting the churning in your stomach as you positioned yourself for the unpleasant task, nestling the inner elbow of your injured arm against one of the short posts of your bed's headboard. You took several deep breaths, trying to gather the courage to do what needed to be done.

After a few moments of you not responding Yondu beat on the door again. "Ya better not have passed out in there!"

You groan and say, "I'm fine! Give me a minute to handle it!"

Before anyone can speak again a pop followed by a cry of pain and a string of curses was heard from your side of the door.

Yondu stepped away from the door and rubbed his face. "I don't believe it. She actually did it." he said in disbelief.

Peter approached the door. "Hey! Hey! You alright?"

More curses, followed by, "I told you I had it handled. Now piss off."

Yondu just shook his head and retreated to his room after that, muttering that you were insane and followed by a remorseful looking Kraglin.

Peter also went back to his room feeling guilty and receiving a scolding look from Gamora as well as an earful once they closed the door.

After a bit Drax convinced Mantis to also go back to your shared room, only planning to return to his once he was sure you'd let her in.

You heard a gentle knock and a soft voice asking, "Can I come back in now?"

You considered telling her no, that she chose 'out' so she could stay out, but now that a bit of pain had subsided and your mind was starting to clear you had the presence of mind to realize that you'd only be being a dick by doing that, so you got up and unlocked the door for her.

She entered sheepishly, asking if you were ok, clearly seeing the pain in your eyes.

"I'm fine, Mantis," you say curtly, tucking yourself into bed the best you could, settling for lying on your back with your arm resting on your stomach. "Go to sleep."

Mantis turned off the light and quietly crawled into her own bed. You could feel her staring at you as you stared at the ceiling and waited for sleep.

***

The next couple days you mostly stayed in your room, leaving only to shower, use the restroom, and eat. You knew with that kind of injury you weren't supposed to use your arm for a bit if you wanted it to heal, and that knowledge irritated you to no end.

You couldn't tend the garden, you couldn't practice your archery, or anything else that required the use of two hands. So, you just sulked in your room listening to music and reading.

The first day nobody bothered you much, sensing that you were very cranky. Peter tried to ask to look at your arm, but you ignored him, and he didn't press it. Gamora had later tried to tell you that you needed to splint your arm, and Yondu added that if not that then you at least needed to keep it in a sling, but you only sighed at them at took your glass of juice to your room, much to Yondu's irritation.

The second day they started getting more insistent when by around noon it became clear that you intended to stay in your room all day again. Yondu grumbled again to Kraglin that you were hiding away like a wounded animal. However, realizing that you'd only get mad if they all kept hounding you, they collectively decided to send Gamora in.

They knew you wouldn't listen to Peter or Kraglin since the injury was their fault and you were understandably not really talking to them right now. Mantis might have been a decent choice since you didn't ever really get angry at her, but she had no basic medical knowledge, so she was off the table. Yondu also could have been a decent second choice, but everyone, including himself, knew he wouldn't have the patience to deal with you if you started refusing to listen to reason.

Gamora went up to your room and took it as a good sign that the door was open. She peered inside to see you sitting at your desk and knocked on the doorframe.

"What?" you asked, not looking up from your book.

"I just wanted to-"

"If this is about my arm again, it'll be fine." you say stubbornly.

Gamora entered your room without bothering to ask permission. "If you just let me look-"

"No." you say curtly.

Gamora took a breath. "We really do just want to help you."

"I don't need it. I've been fixing myself up all by myself for a long time. I don't need help now."

"Look, I can't force you, but please understand that it's not weakness to accept help."

You finally look at her, your expression hard. "I never said it was. Just said I didn't need it."

Gamora stared back at you. You were just so stubborn. Reminded her of a few people she knew... if she were honest. One being herself. There was a time where she had believed if she couldn't solve every problem on her own, it made her weak. This wasn't helped by the fact Thanos raised her to be an assassin, and punished such weakness. However, after she joined the Guardians, after she found a family, she came about unlearning that. It was ok to need help sometimes. It didn't make you weak. She only wished she could help you realize it, but she knew that pushing wasn't going to make it happen. You needed to get there on your own. You needed to trust them.

"Ok," she relented, "but know if you ever do need our help, we're here, alright?"

You shortly nod and turn back to your book. "Got it."

She then left you alone. Sometimes, to get someone to come to you willingly, you needed to give them space.

***

The next time anyone saw you was late that evening when you finally decided to eat something for supper. You were in the mood for peanut butter and jam, though opening the jars proved tricky for obvious reasons, but you managed.

You were in the kitchen having just finished your sandwich when Drax came in the kitchen. He looked around a bit before asking if you had seen Rocket. You hadn't, but before you could say as much you heard the sound of growling followed by Rocket's voice shouting, "Fuck off!"

Your eyes flew wide and you bolted for the door, throwing it open to see Rocket fighting with another raccoon a few meters away, rolling on the ground with Rocket cursing up a storm as the raccoon snarled and snapped at him.

You swore, and pushed past Drax to grab the old shot gun you left hidden in a cabinet near the back door along with a couple shells and ran back outside.

You popped the shells in and took aim, trying to get a shot where you wouldn't hit Rocket along with the other raccoon. Your aim was a little shaky due to your injured arm, the shot gun being just heavy enough to make steadying it with that arm a task, even with the adrenaline dulling the pain. You were worried you might accidentally shoot Rocket, but you had to take the shot. If you didn't, and the raccoon bit him, he would likely be as good as dead anyway.

In what was likely seconds but felt much longer, you managed to line up a shot when the raccoon managed to pin Rocket on his back, the wide body of the raccoon up in the air providing a target that with your SHIELD honed skills would be as easy as hitting a cow's ass with a shovel on a normal day. With your injury, however... well, you could still make it. You had to.

You took the shot. The crack rang loudly through the evening air and the raccoon fell off of Rocket and onto the grass, dead.

Rocket's attention turned to you as you lowered the shotgun and quickly approached him, he was about to snark off that he had it handled when you said in a firm but yet still slightly worried sounding voice, "Did it bite you?"

He sat up irritably but didn't answer. He didn't need you of all people to save him. He looked down at his body. There was blood, but it looked to be just the after spray from where you shot the animal. Terran weapons were clearly messier than blasters.

"Did it bite you?!" you ask more urgently.

He looked himself over. "No? What's it to you anyway? I had it handled!"

"Raccoons carry rabies, you dipshit!" you scold. Removing the other shell from the gun you tell him to get inside.

"I'm not a raccoon! And I don't have whatever rabies is!" Rocket shouted at you angrily. "And I don't take orders from you!"

You groan. You didn't have time for his bellyaching right now. "You utter gobshite! I'm not talking about you! I'm talking about that!" you point to the now very dead raccoon, and just to be mean you threw in a, "You know, that fucker there that looks exactly like your furry ass!" He glared at you but you didn't care. "They carry rabies! Now get inside so we can get you looked over and you better hope like hell it didn't bite you."

Rocket grumbled and started walking back to the house, making sure to complain just loud enough for you to hear that he was going because he wanted to, not because you told him too.

You follow behind him. You would dispose of the dead raccoon in a bit.

"That was an amazing shot." Drax told you as you walked by. "I was sure you would have hit Rocket."

"Not now, Drax, please." you say, walking past him.

You got inside to find that the gunshot had attracted an audience, and everyone else was now in the kitchen wondering what had just happened. You put the shotgun and shell back in the cabinet, making a mental note to clean it later. It had belonged to your father, and never saw much-or any really- use from you as there wasn't exactly a lot to need defending from, wildlife-wise, where you lived. Hell, you couldn't even remember the last time you had even seen a raccoon around before tonight, and even when you had you never needed to defend yourself from one. If you left them alone, they returned the favor.

You turn back from the cabinet and lock eyes with Rocket. "Now are you going to let someone check you over or..." you left the question hanging, your tone clear that there was no 'or.' He was going to get checked out. You tried to ignore the irony and your own hypocrisy.

"What happened?" Gamora asked.

"He got attacked by a raccoon." You answered.

Rocket indignantly spoke up. "I had it handled!" He heard Peter snickering and he snapped, "What?!"

Peter just shook his head and quipped, "Already fighting with family..."

Rocket growled. "Shut up, Star-Munch!"

"Table. Now. You need to get checked out. Quit stalling," you command, irritation and exhaustion present in your voice. "I'm not even kidding."

"So what if it did bite me? How bad could rabies possibly be?" Rocket snarked.

"What's rabies?" asked Drax.

You sigh and say flatly, "A very horrible way to die." You look to Peter, thinking that maybe you had a way to get through to Rocket, and ask, "You ever see Old Yeller?"

"Yeah..." Peter answered, though seeming slightly unsure.

"You remember what happens to the dog?"

His eyes widen a bit. "Yeah..."

"Then will you please explain to him why this is serious?"

Peter looked at an annoyed Rocket. "Dude, she's right. Just let us see."

Rocket rolled his eyes and hopped on the table. "Fine! But only to get you all to stop whining."

Peter checked him over, as it was silently agreed with a nod that Rocket would trust him more. While he checked Rocket you thought to ask if he was given any vaccinations when they got here. Peter said that everyone had, but they had been given so many that they weren't sure what they all were.

You knew that Fury should be stopping by the next day for a weekly check-in, and said you'd contact him to suggest a booster for Rocket just in case.

Luckily, Rocket was bite-free, and he gloated as much. "See! I told you! I had everything under control!"

You roll your eyes. "Right. That's why the raccoon had you pinned under it, then. Yeah?"

"Did not!" Rocket protested.

"Well you certainly weren't having a cup of tea, were you?" you said, the tone in your voice saying that you were done.

Drax spoke up. "It's true. The beast was winning."

"It was not!"

"Enough," you say. "Go get cleaned up. I'm tired of hearing you. "

After he skulked off Gamora asked, "Just out of curiosity, what would have happened to him if he had gotten bitten."

You avoided telling her. "He wasn't, but I'm going to take the animal into town in the morning to see if it was rabid. Just in case."

Gamora asked again. "What would have happened?"

You frown. You didn't know how to put it delicately, and the others could tell you were trying and it worried them. Your eyes meet Peter's.

His eyes widened in understanding. "We can't do that to him." Peter said, shaking his head.

Yondu spoke up for the first time. "Do what?"

You frown. "Just calm down. He wasn't bitten. We won't have to."

Yondu sounded more irritated. "Do what?"

You sigh and look to the ground for a moment before looking back up to answer, "If he had gotten bitten, and he hadn't already received a rabies vaccination..." You pause, choosing your words carefully, "the only merciful thing to do... would be to put him down."

"Put him down?" asked Drax.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. "Do I really need to spell it out for you?" You kept your voice down, afraid to say it too loud and for Rocket to hear. "We'd have to kill him. There's no cure, and if we didn't, he'd go rabid, and die horribly." You saw the horrified looks on the other's faces and repeated, "But he wasn't bitten, so that doesn't have to happen. He'll be fine. I'm just going to check with Fury that he was given the shot, and if he wasn't I'll make sure he gets one, just in case. Ok?"

They seemed to relax slightly and you stated that you were going to go take care of the raccoon corpse in your yard, mostly to just get away from the situation and hoping they would have dispersed when you got back.

You didn't even get to take three steps before you felt someone grab your arm. Luckily it wasn't your bad one. "What the hell?" you ask irritably, turning to see it was Kraglin, who had been so quiet the whole time you actually hadn't noticed him.

"I really don't think you should be doing that. If it was big enough to pin down Rocket, then it's too big for ya to be lifting with your arm injured how it is."

You sigh angrily and try to pull away, but his grip held firm. Strong for a skinny guy, you thought. "Let go." you say, irritation thick in your voice.

"No. If this is the only way for you to take it easy and let us help, then I ain't letting ya go til you agree to step back."

You look at the others and you can tell they aren't going to be on your side. You roll your eyes and focus them on the space above Peter's head, where you could see where the ceiling met the wall. "You can't help if I can't unlock the shed," you say, hoping to appeal to their sense.

"Fine," Peter said. "But I'll do the lifting. It's mostly my fault you got hurt anyhow."

"Fine," you grumble, just loud enough to be heard and for Kraglin to release you.

You lead the way out the door, Peter, and also Kraglin and Yondu who wanted to see the raccoon, following behind. Gamora and Drax stayed behind to make sure Mantis and Groot were ok, seeing that they looked a bit shaken.

You instruct none of them to touch the corpse and unlock the shed, turning on your phone's flashlight and pointing out an old box and a shovel to Peter.

"Wow, you've got a nice workshop in here," Peter said, noting the various saws and tools set up around the room that he could make out in the dim light.

You used to make things with your dad and brother growing up, and had inherited most of the tools inside, but instead of traveling down memory lane you just told Peter, "Another day. Let's get the raccoon sorted, please."

Peter obliged and grabbed the items so you could finish the task at hand.

Yondu and Kraglin were staring at the raccoon when you returned.

"Thought it'd be bigger." Kraglin said, cocking his head.

He was right. It did look smaller now that it was dead, but it was still a decent size.

Peter unceremoniously scooped it up with the shovel and dumped it in the box.

"We should probably keep that in the shed until morning," you said, "I don't want it stinking up the car overnight. I can wash the blood off the shovel real quick-" You reached for the shovel but Peter handed it off to Kraglin instead. You looked at them in annoyance. "I'm not helpless, you know."

"And it won't kill you to accept some help, girl," retorted Yondu, fed up with your stubborn attitude.

You roll your eyes and call after an already retreating Kraglin, "Try not to tangle yourself up in the hose this time!" You could see him bristle at the taunt, but he ignored you.

After everything was back in the shed and you locked it up everyone headed inside. The others were nowhere to be seen and you assumed they had all decided to just go to bed, in which you also followed suit, but not before sending a quick text to Maria (Yes, you had said you'd contact Fury, but Fury doesn't exactly text) asking about the vaccination situation surrounding Rocket.

You hadn't expected an answer so late at night, but she responded asking what had happened, correctly assuming that you wouldn't be asking unless something had.

You kept it short. Said you shot a raccoon and wanted to be sure Rocket had his shots.

She didn't respond, and you couldn't help but wonder if that was a bad sign.

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Letters to those you hold dear, Fandom: Creepypasta/Marble Hornets Character: Tim/Masky Relationship: Romantic~

Dear Tim/Masky (whoever gets the letter),

How are you, love? It's been quite a while since I've heard from you. I am guessing work has been busy, same here for me, studies are..whack. Have you eaten yet? If you haven't by the time this letter is in your hand, you better do (or I will head to where you are and force you/jk) I've been..ok? It's in-between 'been better" and "haven't been better". Is that even a thing? The good thing is that now I have the time and passion to eat lunch. Usually, I would just skip it. So, on 'normal' days, I just eat breakfast and supper. I rarely skip dinner but it depends usually. How was your day? Did anything weird happen lately or is it still just obeying your boss. I feel like sending a letter to that man, ranting about him in Japanese so he won't understand. Unless he can translate it then...no way am I writing to him haha. Last night was one of the best. I received my favourite chocolate from an anonymous sender. (It was for valentines btw) They sent 10 of them X] And they're all dark chocolate. I'm sending you one with this letter! Also, a polaroid pic that my housemate took. There was a baby snake in the kitchen this morning and it was adorable~ I wanted to pet it but i was too late. It slithered away to its mum in the backyard. Now, I know what you're thinking. Call 911. Hell nah. I went to pet them but again, they slithered away. Andd,

Happy Valentines Day 💕🌹💖

Sigh, I can't even spend this with you. It's fine, work is life or...a living pain- pfft- lol- Anyways, kisses from me! When you come back to me, expect some muffins with 'I love you's on them and most probably a 2-course dinner (i've been cooking a lot of things lately). Muahah, also a teddy bear. Maybe we could have dinner or something at least. Or just send each other chocolates. I'm looking forward to your reply <3 貴方の愛 Kayte.

[sent with a bar of Belgium dark chocolate and a blurry polaroid picture of Kayte falling down the stairs head first ^^] [AND THANK YOU ELSIE <3]

[Disclaimer: Letters To Those You Hold Dear (Valentine's Edition) is a special event I'm holding from February 13th - February 23rd 11:59 PM. Find the guidelines HERE so you can send a letter or two to those you hold dear <3]

[Putting the AN up here because I don't think it warrants a full letter format from me, yes ofc!! np!! Glad you enjoy <3]

Hey there sweetheart,

I did eat today! We went to some super sketchy diner and got some brunch. Currently writing this because Smile coughed it up in the parking lot and well, Brian is talking to one of the waitresses. Don't know where Kate and Toby went though, so it's just me sitting here at the table. It's nice to catch up with you though, I've really missed hearing from you. It's better than falling downwards, y'know? I wish I was there to hold you though. It's been a while since I've actually seen you and I miss you.

He'd know. One time, he got so angry at Jeff, he started screaming at him in German! The operator's proxies span every country. But I don't know, it would be kind of funny to get some weird anime dub from him for a moment or so. Maybe you should just to see what happens. You know, fuck around and find out. Who gave you Valentine's shit?? Should just be me-. Speaking of, I have some things headed your way that I'll leave as surprise for now, but I'm attaching something sweet for you here too. Saw it earlier and it made me think of you.

You sound like Toby, wanting to pet snakes and stuff. We have to physically wrestle him to leave the raccoons and opossums alone. Do I need to do that for you too, baby? I should hope not.

Anyways, happy valentine's. We should do some baking when I get to see you again! Baking, movies, maybe a romantic dinner? Whatever you want really. What makes you happy makes me happy. And please be more careful... I saw the picture.

Yours,

Tim

[Attached to the letter are a few freshly plucked wildflowers alongside a chocolate bar that has cartoonish hearts on it. There's also a sticky note that read "I love you!" in Tim's handwriting.]

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The New Kid: Friend or Foe

The New Kid Masterlist

Ch. 5

Genre: Fluff? Pairing: Peter & Lesbian!reader, Avengers & Reader, (eventual Wanda x Reader it’s a slow burn) Warnings: violence(training), blood, stabbed, strong language Description: Y/n is getting used to living in the tower and makes an unlikely friend Reader’s Powers: Healer, telepath, and empath. Word Count: 2278

“You can’t pull your punches, Y/n/n.  In a real fight, you’re gonna have to fight for your life.”

“You know my whole power set is pacifist.”

“That’s why I have to train you,” said the slightly annoyed red-haired woman. “Now get your head in the game and let’s go again.”

You scoffed; you were frustrated that you had to do this.  That you had to learn how to hurt people.  You took a moment to stretch and you both went back into your fighting stances to start again.

You went to punch her face, but she dodged, she then raised her leg and tried to kick but you caught her foot.  She quickly got her foot free before you could do anything with it.  This went on for a while, you both got some good punches and kicks.  You did land on your ass a few times, but you got up each time and went back to it.

“Time out”

Thank god.

Steve walked in. Oh god no. You knew what was coming, you were gonna have to fight Steve.  You very dramatically fell on the floor and spread out. “Come on, Nat. This is creeping up on child abuse,” you laugh.

You earned a chuckle out of both of them.  Steve stood above you and offered you his hand to which you accepted. Nat went onto showing you some simple moves to help you fight someone bigger than you after about an hour you finally got to go and get a shower and really start your day.

The last week and a half passed by quickly.  Peter stayed at the tower for the first few nights but went back home once school started.  But he would come after patrol and he still video called during homework, like usual.  

Most of your time was spent in one of the labs.  You have been helping Tony with one of his suits as a way for him to familiarize you with the machines and programs.  Bruce did less hands-on work he worked on calculations for his own projects and did some work for SHEILD.  You went down to the Med Lab a few times to give Dr. Cho some blood samples or some information about your powers.  She took a small sample of skin, fat, and muscle from your thigh, but it healed within a minute like nothing ever happened.  

You also spent some time in the gym, which you hated but the others made it a little more fun.  You were really only doing it to get ready for training with Nat.  When you first went in you had no clue what you were doing.  Sam, Bucky, and Steve were doing some training exercise when you entered but Sam quickly saw your very clueless face and walked over to help.

“Hey, kid.”

“Hi.”

“I’m assuming you have no clue what you’re doing?  You look as clueless as I would if I went up to the Tech Lab.”

“That obvious?”

He let out a chuckle.  Sam gave you some stretches to warm up and then showed you how to use some of the machines.  He gave you advice on how long to use each machine and told you that if you needed anything just yell.  The rest of your time in the gym you watched the three men do whatever they were doing.  Sam and Bucky’s bickering was very entertaining and so was Steve yelling at them to focus. You were there for around an hour every day until Nat started to train you.  You very quickly learned that you grew muscle faster than the average person and you weren’t sore for very long.  

When you weren’t in the lab or the gym you were probably in your room playing a game or you were talking to Wanda while she was making a meal. “So, are you the assigned cook?” you joked.  You’d only ever seen Wanda prepare meals since you got here.

Wanda just shook her head, “Not really.  I just enjoy it, so I usually am the one to cook.  But Bruce sometimes cooks and so do Steve and Bucky. When I first joined I helped Steve add a bit of flavor to his meals.  Thank god I didn’t live in the 40s.” She laughed a little, you love her laugh and smile, they seem to make the room a little brighter.

You weren’t a cook yourself so you didn’t help too much, but you would talk to her and get her something if she needed it but usually, she’d just use her powers.  

That’s really the only time that you see Wanda, most of her day is spent training.  She’s Strange’s apprentice.  You still haven’t met him, for someone who can make portals you’d think he’d pop in at some point.  You asked Wanda about seeing him, but she told you that you need to be invited or it needs to be something important.  She warned against pissing him off because it takes a while to get back on his good side.  But she told you she’d mention it to him.

You got into a rhythm of training, breakfast, tech lab, lunch, med lab, tech lab, supper, and Video games, the library, or more time in the tech lab.  It was rarely thrown off.  Every few days someone would go out for a mission or return from one.  Nat only missed two training sessions, so Bucky stood in.  You enjoyed training with Nat, but Bucky made sure to put some fun into it.   At first, he seemed so cold but after some warming up, he really was just a big Teddy Bear.  He can still be an ass though.

Your days stayed on this loop for another week until Thor returned with Loki.  No one fully trusted Loki so Stark ended up putting a tracker on him that Wanda enchanted so that Loki couldn’t remove or deactivate it… he was not impressed.  Well, he was, just not pleased.

“You must be Lady Y/n,” Loki smirked.

Thor whacked the back of Loki’s head. “Be good,” he whispered.

Loki just let out a mischievous laugh, “Don’t worry brother.”  Loki turned back to you, “So you’re the one who discovered me? I wouldn’t expect a mere mortal would be able to find me out... not even THE Scarlet Witch did.”

“You’re impressed?” you scoffed. “Or maybe a little jealous.” You knew that he’s the god of mischief and you aren’t gonna deal with any of his shit, you’ve got enough going on.

“No,” he defended, “Just interested.”

“I’m a telepath and empath,” you explained, “and a healer.”

“Oh! So, you cheated!”

“What do you mean cheat? Your thoughts were so loud you were giving me a headache!”

“I will get my revenge.”

He’s going to so annoying, isn’t he?

Loki was surprisingly quiet over the next week until you went to the tower’s library.  

The library itself is a whole floor, it has a copy of every book you could think of.  It even has a librarian who is almost constantly putting up new releases.  It’s a bookworm’s dream.  

You wanted to find a physics book or two and you weren’t against finding a new queer fantasy book.  You returned your books and asked Mx. Anderson where you could find what you were looking for and they quickly gave you directions and suggestions.

You found and picked out a few physics books and then made your way to the young adult section. The queer books have a rainbow sticker on the spine.  You picked out a few then headed to leave, you walked into the “classics” section and there was Loki on a couch reading with a pile of books next to him.

“Hey,” you smiled.

“Hello,” said the Asgardian who didn’t even look up from his book.

You bent down a little to sew the cover of the surprisingly thin book. “Oh, you’re reading Shakespeare!” He was reading Hamlet.  “My favorite is Romeo and Juliet. Have you read it yet?” He finally looked up from his book.  “No,” he seemed a little confused, “But I did read a few others of his work and I think that is in my stack.” He turned to find it. “It has such odd language compared to the rest of you.”

“They were written like four hundred years ago,” you explained, sitting next to him.

“Ah, language does change quite quickly.”

You nodded in agreement.

“What are you reading?” he said pointing at your stack of books.

“Oh, uh um. These big books are physics books, and these smaller ones are fantasy romance.”

“Hmm, you don’t seem to be one who reads romance.”

“Well, I’m really more into it for the fantasy elements but I do enjoy a good romance.”

He gave you a smirk,” Besides Romeo and Juliet and any of Shakespeare’s works. Do you have any recommendations for me?”

You went on to recommend some classics and some more recent books.  He listened to every word and asked a few questions.  You didn’t stay long; you were tired and just wanted to dive into one of your books.  You would usually be in the lab at this time, but it was nice to have a few hours to yourself before dinner.  

“Knock, knock,” said a voice at your door.

“Hm?” you looked up. “Peter!” you set down your book and ran to him for a hug.  It had been a while since Peter had come to the tower.  He hadn’t even been introduced to Loki, formally that is.  ‘How’s my favorite bug!”

Peter let out a laugh, “Good! You’re acting like we don’t talk every day.”

“Video calls and in-person are completely different things! Anyways what are you doing here?”

“It’s Thursday aka movie night.”

“Oh, yeah!”

You and Peter walked out of your room and went to the common space to eat dinner.

“Lady Y/n,” said a booming voice.

“Yes, Thor!”

“Would you and the Man of Spiders like to sit next to me and my brother?”

“Yes, we’d love that,” you laughed.

“So, you’re telling me that you’ve never had ice cream!” you practically yelled at Loki.

Everyone was surprised with how comfortable you and the trickster were with each other, especially Peter.  

“What’s with you and him?” Peter whispered.

“We bonded over books,” you whispered back. “Your girlfriend would like him.”

Peter smiled, he’s pleased that you’re getting along with everyone and most of all that you’re happy.  

The rest of the night was nice, it was just like the last two movie nights.  Dinner, talking, movie, and then Peter had to leave to finish his homework or go on patrol.  

The next week was just like you had gotten there but Loki had decided that it was a perfect time to really embrace his title.  He started to pull little pranks, nothing too bad or really anything that went beyond a little annoyance.  Or at least he didn’t until today.  

It was Saturday so you slept in because you thankfully did not have to go to training.  You were about to leave when you noticed a box on your desk.  It was about the size of a backpack.  So, you decided to open it and when you looked inside there was a black cat with emerald eyes.  Who got you a cat? You like cats and like…thanks?  But still, who would get you a cat out of nowhere? You picked up the cat and as soon as you did it started to transform, and you felt a sharp pain in your side.  The cat continued to transform into of course… Loki.  The raven hair man quickly sprinted out of your room to the common area.

You looked down and there was a fucking kitchen knife in your side.

“You bitch! I like this shirt!” you yelled while running out of your room.

When you entered the common room, Loki was nowhere to be seen.  But Nat, Bucky, and Steve were there.  “Where did he go?”

“Who?” Nat turned around and saw the knife in your side.  Her eyes widened, then she looked fucking pissed.  “What the fuck! Are you okay?”  The men's emotions followed the same track.

“Oh yeah,” you said nonchalantly.  You pulled the bloody knife out of your side.  Some blood soaked into your shirt’s fabric, but you weren’t worried.  But you do like this shirt… that bitch is gonna pay.

“Do you want me to kill him?” said the brunette man bluntly.

“Don’t worry, I got this.” You rushed into the elevator and told Friday to take you to Loki.

The elevator lowered to the Library. Of course.

“Sorry, Mx. Anderson!” you yelled while running by their desk. “There will be yelling and possibly blood shed!”  You already know where he is.  He’s in the classics.  

There he was sitting on the couch, nonchalantly reading the Iliad.

“You’re a fucking bitch you know?  I really like this shirt!” you waved the knife in your hand around.

“Oh please.  You’re a healer, you’ll be fine.”

You crossed your arms, “LOKI. My fucking shirt.”

He raised his arms in defense. “It just a blood and a slight rip.”

You walked up to Loki and took off your shirt, thankfully you were wearing an undershirt that you didn’t care about.  You handed the shirt to him.  “Fix it then.”

He accepted the shirt and scoffed. “Fine.” He waved his hand over the shirt and it was now good as new.

“See, that was easy.” You grabbed the shirt and started to walk away.  “And don’t stab me again! I think two assassins would very happily kill you!”

NEXT CHAPTER 

Ice Cream or Blood

[pinestripes]

Quiet Day (The Last of Us)

Summary:

The last few months in Jackson have been paradise compared to the hellish cross-country road trip that came before. But scars still run deep, and shadows can lurk around even the brightest corners. 

Ellie has a bad day. Joel wants to help.

Rating: T for a bit of language

Can also be read here on AO3 and here on FFN.

Author’s Note:

I liiiiive! Feels good to publish something for the first time in...a year, actually, as of yesterday. I've had a busy and stressful year, though I'm sure a lot of you can relate. Anyway, I just love TLOU (as much as someone who has only watched playthroughs of it can), and I especially adore Ellie and Joel's dynamic. Thank you for reading!

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Joel is a light sleeper and an early riser. The latter has been a trait of his for most of his life; the former, however, developed by necessity once not being able to jerk awake the instant something went bump in the night became a death sentence. Both of these qualities together means that he rises before the first rays of sunrise stream into his room.

He throws on stained jeans and an old shirt. Scrubbing a hand across his bleary eyes, he lumbers into the bathroom. Once done in there, he heads downstairs and to his front porch, sinking into the rocking chair there with a sigh.

He opens the worn science fiction novel he’s been making his way through for the past week or two, quickly thumbing through the brittle brown pages before finding the one he dog-eared the day before. He wasn’t a big reader, back before everything went to shit, but he had been known to pick up a sci-fi or western, sometimes even a mystery novel, every once in a while.

Joel reads in the soft morning light for half an hour or so before he exchanges the book for the guitar that has been resting by the front door. He lazily strums a few bars of a couple different songs, humming. Ellie will be awake soon, and it’s their morning ritual that when she comes down he helps her practice for a little while before breakfast.

Contrary to his expectations, Ellie doesn’t make her appearance. A familiar anxiety, one he feels less and less often the longer they stay in Tommy and Maria’s compound, clamps down on his chest. He stands and leans the guitar against the wall, the instrument making a discordant twung when he drops it less than gently in his hurry. He stalks into the house and through the barebones living room, eyes on the stairs to the second floor as his footsteps quicken and the clamp squeezes, squeezes, squeezes—

He jerks to a stop when he sees movement out of the corner of his eye. He whips his head around to peer into the kitchen. Ellie is sitting there hunched over at the table, nibbling at a piece of buttered toast.

Suddenly Joel feels a little foolish. His heart is pounding, breathing shallow and quiet. He forces himself to take two slow breaths in and out, feeling the clamp slowly release, lungs expanding and taking in air once more. Finally, he says, voice nearly steady, “There you are, kiddo. Thought maybe you were still asleep.”

Ellie startles, looking up at him with a sharp intake of breath. (He’s surprised she didn’t hear his heavy footsteps into the house from the porch, actually.) Her shoulders relax again when she sees him. “Morning,” she says and returns to her toast.

Shaking off the last of the adrenaline rush and deciding he may as well join her for breakfast, he pads into the kitchen and starts getting out supplies for omelettes, thanking his lucky stars the hydroelectric plant has been providing the town with electricity, and therefore refrigeration, consistently for the last few weeks. “What do you want in your omelette?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Ellie?”

“Hm?”

“What do you want in your omelette today? I got some more green peppers from the garden yesterday, and we’ve got some ham, believe it or not—”

“I’m just going to have the toast today.”

“That all?”

“Yeah, I’m not really hungry.”

“You sure?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He leaves it alone and goes back to making his own breakfast. Usually Ellie would be chattering up a storm by now, but when he’s nearly finished with his omelette and she still hasn’t said a word he finds himself speaking again. “So, didn’t want to do guitar today?”

Silence.

“Ellie?”

“Yeah?”

He sets the omelette on his plate and brings it to the table, taking a seat to her left. “You alright? You seem kind of out of it this morning.”

She shrugs. He notices she hasn’t made much headway on the piece of toast. “I’m fine. M’just tired. Didn’t sleep much. What did you ask?”

He quirks a doubtful brow. “I asked if you didn’t want to practice the guitar today.”

“I just thought we could...take a break today.”

He nods, and returns to eating, deciding once again not to push the issue. By the time his plate is clean she’s finishing the last few little bites of the toast. They both stand to wash their plates and utensils. Per routine, Ellie washes and Joel dries.

Concerned with the continued silence, he decides to give one last try. “So. It’s Sunday. Got any big plans?”

“No, don’t think so,” she responds.

“Not gonna go see Jessie, or, uh, Dina? Or anyone?”

“Nah.” She scrubs at a pan mechanically. “I think I’m just going to stay in and read a book.”

“Alright, then.”

They finish up, and Ellie heads upstairs to her bedroom. He goes to bring the guitar back in from the porch, then stands in the middle of the living room for a minute, feeling a little lost. Finally he sighs and heads out back to weed the vegetable garden. He can tell it’s going to be a quiet day.

Every once in a while, something—a nightmare maybe, or maybe a bandit attack, he can’t always figure it out for sure—will shake Ellie. She’ll retreat into herself, go quiet and distant. She’ll be spacy and—well, he isn’t sure what else to call it but flat. Which is decidedly not Ellie-like.

He’s learned that if he tries to push too much, if he tries to convince her to get out of the house or to talk to him, she gets cagey and defensive. So, even though he hates to see her light so dim, he gives her space and makes sure others do the same. Sometimes she’ll reach out to him of her own accord, looking to talk or a distraction in the form of a guitar lesson. She’s usually back to herself by the next day.

It’s lunchtime once he’s weeded the garden and patched up a few wobbly posts on the porch railing, a continuation of his ongoing attempts to renovate the house. He heads up the stairs and to Ellie’s door. He raps his knuckles against it twice. At her affirmative response, he opens the door and pokes his head in. “I’m thinking I’m going to head to the mess for lunch. You hungry?”

She’s laying on her bed in a loose fetal position, facing the door with a book lying open in front of her at an angle that suggests she hasn’t actually been reading it. “I’m okay.”

“You sure? You didn’t eat much for breakfast.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Suit yourself, then.” He almost shuts the door, then remembers something else. “Hey, Tommy mentioned something about a roof needin’ fixin’ yesterday. He might try and drag me into helpin’ him with that after we eat, so it could be a couple hours before I get back. That okay?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He doesn’t worry; he knows it’ll be a few hours at least before she wants company. “Alright. See you later.”

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Tommy does drag Joel into helping fix a roof, and it takes almost three hours, but he finally finds himself at Ellie’s door again.

He knocks on it, twice again. “Hey, uh...just wanted to let you know I was home.”

“Okay,” she responds through the door.

“...I’ll be downstairs.”

When she doesn’t respond, he walks away, intent on continuing his ongoing Sunday project—fixing the floor in the downstairs bedroom. He’s been replacing the busted up hardwood in the downstairs bedroom little by little on Sundays—when everyone gets the day off in town, with the exception of a regular rotation of necessary jobs like patrol duty. It gives him something to do.

When it gets close to 5:30, according to the cracked, flickering display on the oven, Joel squares his shoulders and heads back to his familiar place outside Ellie’s door.

He knocks, asking “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

He opens the door to see that she has shifted onto the floor, leaning against the side of the bed that’s facing the door, a book in her lap. He thinks she might have actually been reading it, which is a good sign.

“About time for supper. Ready to head over to Tommy’s?” Sunday night dinner at Tommy and Maria’s place is a regular part of their routine. Joel and Ellie host dinner on either Wednesdays or Thursdays, depending on the schedule.

She shrugs. “Eh, I’m not really hungry.”

Joel’s already decided that he is going to press the issue this time. She seems a little perkier, so he figures it should go over okay. “All you’ve had today is some toast. And they’re expectin’ us.”

Ellie pulls a face. It’s not as exaggerated as usual, but it’s close. “Do I have to?”

He jerks his head in the direction of the door. “Come on.”

She sighs and pulls herself up off the floor before shoving her hands in her pockets and trudging out the door. He follows behind, the twitch of a smile on his face.

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Ellie’s still quieter than usual at dinner, which earns Joel questioning looks from both his brother and sister-in-law. He just answers with a shrug and a meaningful look, which they accept, already having witnessed a few of these days before.

As they finish up their lasagna, Joel goes ahead and suggests watching a movie. He knows Ellie loves the compound’s movie nights just as much as the little ones.

“Can we?” she asks eagerly, a familiar spark flickering in her eyes.

Tommy and Maria look at each other. “Well, sure. Why not?” Maria says.

They clear the table quickly after that and select an action movie that Joel is pretty sure he caught on TV one night ages ago when Sarah was at a sleepover. The pang the thought sends through him is quick and biting, but the way Ellie bounces in her seat on the couch with anticipation helps him put the thought to rest once he recognizes it.

He takes his seat next to her. Ellie starts out resting against the arm of the couch, chin propped in her hand, but by the beginning of the movie’s second big action sequence she’s shifted to lean into his side. He adjusts so they’re both a little more comfortably settled into each other, his arm draping around the back of the couch.

Neither of them move for the rest of the movie, except for when Joel’s arm shifts to settle around her shoulders.

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By the time the credits roll, it’s dark out. They walk through the cool fall night back to their house. Joel is glad to see that the movie night has helped Ellie perk up to her normal self. She babbles about the film’s effects and discusses the story’s various plot holes and inconsistencies. For his part, Joel mostly just listens and occasionally responds in agreement.

“I mean, what even was the bad guy’s plan?” she asks. “The bald asshole kept babbling about missiles or something, but I’m pretty sure he never actually said what they were going to do with the missiles. Right?”

“Don’t believe he did,” Joel responds.  

“And why did that one agent think going in without backup was a good idea? I mean, yeah, it was badass, but it was obviously going to fail from the beginning.”

“Don’t rightly know.”

“And for pete’s sake, why did the woman agent not have pants on for half the movie?”

“Because the people who made the movie were gross old men, probably.”

Ellie snorts. “You’re probably right.”  

They lapse into a companionable silence for a few minutes before Ellie suddenly leans over to nudge Joel’s arm with her elbow. “Hey.”

“Hm?” he questions, turning to give her his full attention from where it had been scanning the night sky—as far as he can tell, the single positive effect of the apocalypse is the decrease in pollution, including light pollution, which means the sky is blanketed in stars no matter where you are.

She sticks her hands in her jacket pockets, looking away with flushed cheeks and scuffing the heel of her shoe in the dirt before turning to look him in the face. “Thanks, Joel.”

He doesn’t need to ask what for. “Anytime, baby girl.”

[sweetcheol]

got7 reaction; their s/o has a cold

aka i have a cold and wish i was their s/o

jaebum.

he’s so caring.

ears perked up the first time you sneezed.

tried not to worry because you tend to sneeze as soon as you get out of bed in the morning. 

but you kept on sneezing as you ate your breakfast.

which you never did.

so by the time he came back home from the studio, he was prepared.

hot tea in a travel cup in hand, he joined you on the couch, where you were snuggling in a fuzzy blanket with a pack of tissues by your side.

“here, you’ll feel so much better,” he says as he hands you the warm drink.

you thank him with a quick peck on the cheek ‘cause you don’t want him to get sick too, but he just responds by cuddling closer to you. 

won’t get away from your side.

cooks you dinner (or he probably just orders some fried chicken) and has a lot of midnight snacks prepared.

u too watch fluffy movies until u both doze off. 

all of the cats cuddle up with u two and it’s just the best thing ever. 

probs wakes up feeling a bit sick too bc he really did refuse to get away from u lol. 

jackson.

ngl he probably freaks a bit at first.

healthy boi isn’t used to being sick.

and since you take care of yourself too, he isn’t used to you being sick.

so u have to constantly remind him that it’s nothing to worry about.

u just left the house without a jacket the other night and caught a cold.

feels kind of bad when he sees u trying to sit away from him on the couch so he won’t get sick.

so he turns to pamper the living shIT out of you. 

lets you not drink the morning shake. 

texts the guys and doesn’t go to practice or the studio so he can be with u the whole day. 

which you appreciate a lot since him spending the day home is rare as he’s a very busy guy. 

tells you a lot of jokes in an attempt to make you laugh.

gets you nearly a thousand cups of warm, organic green tea.

lends you your favorite hoodie of his as you cuddle up in bed.

even breaks his diet a bit by ordering not-so-healthy take out for you and eating it in solidarity.

we stan boyfriend!jackson sm. 

mark. 

the softest bean.

was in practice with the boys when u told him you weren’t going to catch up with them for lunch because you were sick.

you didn’t tell him it was just a small cold so he got super worried.

bolted out of practice and to your apartment.

and even when he saw you weren’t actually dying, he still proceeded to be the sweetest boyfriend ever and took such good care of you.

he ran you a nice, warm bath.

prepared your fluffiest and fuzziest blankets and hugged you so close to him as you play some videogames.

feels bad for you bc he hears you sneezing too much and lets you win <3333. 

sighs and plays with your hair when he feels you nuzzling your face into his neck.

you end up napping for a few hours until you hear some banging on the front door.

turns out it’s the guys trying to make sure you were okay bc mark was supper worried and had told them he just had !!!! to see you because you were sick.

blushes and proceeds to cuddle you even closer to him, if it was even possible.

youngjae.

you weren’t answering your texts and the two of you had kind of gotten into a small argument the night before, so bby boy thought you were mad at him and didn’t want to talk. 

bought you flowers and went over to your apartment to apologize.

found you sleeping on your bed with tear stains all over your cheeks.

and :(((((( thought you were crying bc of him.

so when you woke up he apologized and gave u the bouquet.

but then you told him you were sick.

and he kinda felt relieved but then proceeded to worry abt you. 

sings for you as he cooks you a warm bowl of soup.

and then snuggles the living shit out of you as you binge-watch some random show.

it’s a comedy so he’s laughing the whole time.

and it brings a smile to your face bc his laugh is the most adorable thing ever.

gives you a ton of forehead kisses.

he makes me so soft and i literally can’t thx.

jinyoung.

we know how caring he is with the boys.

so you can just expect him to be just as caring with you.

if not more.

literally spends the whole day by your side.

won’t listen to you as you tell him to go on with his day because it’s just a cold and it’s not like you’re actually gonna die anyways.

no. he sees it as his duty of bf to make sure you’re well-taken care of !!!!! at all times !!!!!

makes sure your tea cup is always full.

gets u a lot of nice snacks.

gets u a brand new tissue pack right next to your bed before u go to sleep so he can close the bathroom door without feeling guilty. 

if there’s anything else u need he gets it for you in record time.

will propose a scary movie marathon.

does it both because he likes scary movies and also because you always end up hugging him for dear life.

bambam.

okay so

it’s kind of his fault that you’re sick.

it’s definitely his fault that you’re sick.

he had been kind of catching a cold for a few days but boy kept on kissing you like everything was fine.

even shared offered you water straight from his bottle when you told him you had left yours at home.

he was just kind of sneezing here and there so u didn’t think he was actually sick.

but then you got sick.

bby bam feels really guilty so he offers to take u shopping.

but u are sick !!!!

so he shops for u while u are taking a nap.

comes back home bearing so many gifts it actually kind of scares you.

he also gets you some flowers bc he’s just devilishly charming.

gets u matching hoodies and u wear them for the rest of the day while u lounge around the house.

bam is lowkey trying to take selfies with u the entire time.

u don’t let him because your nose is red and your eyes are puffy.

“but you’re still so beautiful”

u watch a movie while eating a nice bowl of soup that he tried his best to make.

even looks up recipes online and ends up following a yt video.

is kissing you the entire and doesn’t take a no for an answer.

he literally doesn’t care if he gets sick.

“i’m the reason you’re sick anyways :((((”

yugyeom.

yugyeom.

woke up to find u sneezing while sippin on some tea in the kitchen of your apartment.

u didn’t want to wake him so u left the bed.

but he can’t sleep without u next to him so he was bound to wake up anyways.

gets u to go back to bed with your tea.

and cuddles u under the covers.

doesn’t go back to sleep even when u do.

puts something on tv on like... super low volume and stays awake to check up on you the entire night.

and when it’s morning he tells you he already told the boys he’s not going to practice because he has to take care of you.

cooks you breakfast and the two of you have breakfast in bed.

tbh you don’t really leave the bed much for the whole day.

only when he gets to run you a bath.

bc your muscles were getting a bit sore and you were feeling a bit uncomfortable.

updates the guys on your condition that sounded weird lol.

gets u in a nice fuzzy sweater of his and sings softly in your ear.

low-key laughs when u get one of those particularly harsh sneezes.

hdkjfdgkdshfj i love him.

[yourghastlycloseness]

ON RUNNING AND DIETING (?) ok not really, it’s more body and health stuff. A note-to-self

Blogging on my other iphone, that’s why the caps are in order. I’ve lost about one kilogram even though I’ve been eating supper — which happens when I try to skip dinner but end up ravenous and clearing the fridge and breakfast counter of morsels leftovers — and a lot of dessert. Not sure why that is. Maybe it’s what I’m eating. Generally, if I’m doing a late meal, I avoid/don’t have any craving for carbs. I always want meat or sweets.

I’ve also been doing some light running, which actually doesn’t help at all with weight loss (when I was pushing myself to run further and for longer, I gained weight lmao. So now I keep it light), but it makes you full because you end up drinking a lot of water after a run.

I think I’ve also cut down on eating big meals for dinner. OK, not really. I often do fancy meals at night after work as a way of REMINDING MYSELF THAT IF IM A PART OF THIS CAPITALIST SYSTEM I MIGHT AS WELL ENJOY WHAT IT OFFERS jk (p.s. can we talk about the way non soc sci/arts majors or ppl uneducated on the concepts in general misuse the word capitalism and communism because they want to make some smart, witty comments. I usually don’t correct them; that’s just not my thing because I don’t “know it all”. Though I am laughing at them on the inside because I have my condescending af moments. The only time I ever thought to correct was when this girl doing a presentation in architecture on Impressionism referenced Naturalism and talked about it being a movement of painting nature. I waited for the TA to say something, but she never did)

Wow I sidetracked. Point of this post is I love seeing the numbers go down each time I weight myself, but I’m also not a calorie counter. Honestly i couldn’t give a fuck, I’ll eat what I want as long as I don’t overdo it

But some learning points for myself.

How to eat less

- go to work (I really eat less when I’m working at work because I feel stressed and uncomfortable and am constantly in fight mode)

- buy a heavy lunch; eat 2/3 for lunch and 1/3 for dinner and enjoy a full dessert. You can split the dessert for both lunch and dinner too

- drink unsweetened tea with your meals

- practise eating smaller portions of rice. Eventually you get used to it that anything more than a 1/2 or 2/3’s a bowl seems too much

- it’s OK to not eat on time. Because it depends on what time you sleep anyway. Just be sure not to sleep immediately after eating. You will feel like shit

- trust your body. Does it feel warm? Can you feel the sugar in your blood? GET UP AND GO FOR A WALK/RUN

- eat balanced meals. And I don’t just mean greens and lean meats and a small serving of carbs. I mean a savoury-sweet-smoky sort of balance.

- avoid sweetened drinks. Sweet beverages aren’t a lot of fun anyway. Save the sugar for dessert.

- if you have IBS, yes, I know it sucks. But make use of it to help you cut down on food

- AVOID MOST COFFEES AND ALCOHOL YOU GENERALLY DONT LIKE THESE ANYWAY and they MESS UP YOUR GUT FOR THE DAY SO STAHP PLS

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On running and why i should keep doing it and how I can keep doing it

- HELPS WITH ANXIETY. Heart no longer pounds like crazy when I spot roaches. I can climb the stairs just fine. What a beautiful feeling.

- sucks that they changed the street lamps to fluorescents instead of the dim orange ones, and now I can feel myself looking like a sweaty, beastly and pasty thing doing circuits at midnight. But ok, I’ll find a route that works ie. I can run up and down that short strip where the street lamps still glow orange

- I will always care about how I look when running. And that’s fine. I’ve accepted that. What’s important is to choose what time I want to run. 10.30pm-past midnight works. Running late doesn’t keep me up at night. In fact I sleep better when I run at night.

- running keeps my hair from being oily. My hair gets greasy easily (likely from years of overwashong and ruthlessly stripping it of natural oils — I used to wash twice a day. I still wash it twice a day because I can’t stand the feeling of unwashed hair, but now I keep it to one shampoo wash and one no ‘poo wash in a day)

- correct your running posture. Try not to lean forward so much. Unclench your fists

- WARM UP BEFORE AND AFTER RUNNING

- run 1-2 times a week. Keep the runs short and fun, so you don’t dread them

- keep discovering new music to listen to when you run

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HOW TO DEAL WITH IBS (?) I’m self-diagnosed lol

- stand up or walk around after food

- consume a light breakfast and drink water in the morning - helps with bowel movement

- bathe first so you don’t waste time wondering if you’re going to have a bowel movement

- a simple zao cao routine helps shout-out to my chinesey high school for introducing this to us

- dont eat a heavy breakfast or lunch when at work; it’ll ruin your productivity and ability to focus for the rest of the day and severely upset your stomach

- bread generally causes you less problems than rice and noodles

- ramen broth is a no no

- raw salmon sashimi is also a no no

- you’re lactose intolerant: avoid milk teas and other milk-based drinks for breakfast and lunch

- VEGGIES AND FRUITS

- try not to eat dry rice

- try not to eat brown/red rice. This gives you constipation

- try to eat cooked veggies as far as possible, bcos uncooked veggies can also cause you constipation

- exercise helps with bowel movements

- Train yourself to have bowel movements only at the start/end of the day

- wake up a bit earlier before work to give your body some time to get used to being alive and awake again lol and also to decide if it has to poop

[sheilarice1]

(Silver death - part 3)

He bit me, I ended up free:

When we got back to the house the others went to the rooms they decided on and went to bed. I barley slept but got up at 5:30am the next morning. I grab some skinny jeans and my grey zip up, with a sky blue shirt underneath.

Slipping out the front door while not trying to wake anyone I walk out the the shed I throw open the grate and slide down the ladder.

I start to assess the damage the jet has taken.

From what I can see without moving anything and just walking around and inside the jet I realize: they were in a fire fight before they crashed, it's probably the reason they crashed.

Whoever they were fighting could be close by. Unless they killed the 'bad' guys.

Finally finishing with the assessing I start to repair, I put on music and sing.

By the time my favourite song ‘smoke filled room’ by a man named Mako played through I had upgraded the landing gears and breaks.

I talk with Jarvis for a little bit while Re-wiring the dash bored.

I am amazed by how well mannered he is considering who he was made by.

Then the pleasure of listening to Jarvis mock me arises when I touch two frayed wires together by accident and get launched 20 feet out the back of the jet.

Realizing someone that isn't an AI is laughing at me. I look around for the source of the laughter.

"Captain what are you doing here. And how long have you been here?"

"I came to find you. It's about 0700 hours and you weren't in your room when Bucky checked. I guessed you didn't eat breakfast and since you didn't eat supper I guessed you would be hungry. And as for your second question, you sing very well."

"Tell anyone and I will have your head. And I'm not hungry. But thanks for the thought."

"How are you not hungry? You didn't eat lunch, or dinner and now you are refusing breakfast. That's not heathy."

"Yah well. I don't remember to eat much. My body adapted to not eating so now I don't need to eat very often. Is anyone else up?"

"Yah. Most of the team is. Bucky was panicking when we realized you weren't in your room."

"Who's Bucky?"

"You call him Winter."

"Oh. Yah, it's that or James. I got hold of his file once and told him about who he was. Then I got sent on a mission and never went back."

"Oh?"

"Yah. Hulk almost killed me. Ripped my tracking device out of the back of my neck. I disappeared."

There was silence for a minute. During that time he stares at me while I tinker with the left thruster. "So Cap. What do you want for breakfast?"

Catching him off guard he stutters with his reply; "Um. Uh. What ever works."

"Okay. You like pancakes?"

"Yah. So does the rest of the team."

"Alrighty. Let's head back to the house. I will make pancakes then I will come back out and continue repairs."

Silence. I shrug wipe the grease that's on my hands onto my pants and saunter to the ladder, Captain following me.

Walking through the door into the kitchen to the house Winter tackles me with a hug.

"Where the hell were you?! You could've been taken or killed!"

"Wint I'm fine, I just couldn't sleep. So I went to start on the repairs for your jet. And I almost did die. Iron-Ass had some faulty wiring in the jet it gave me one hell of a shock."

"What do you mean faulty wiring?"

"Some wires were frayed and damaged and could have started on fire at any moment if heated to much. I'll get them replaced though."

"Good to know. I'll look at the other jets when we get back to New York."

"Smart man. Now, hungry anyone?"

"INDEAD I AM LADY OF SILVER! DO YOU HAVE POP TARTS?!"

"Sorry Thor I don't have any. I was going to make pancakes. Are those okay?" I am sincere while saying this.

"OF COURSE LADY OF SILVER!"

"Okay. Would you mind lowering your voice slightly? I have a slight headache from when took flight after I got the shock."

"I am sorry Lady of Silver. I did not mean to hurt your head."

"Oh you didn't hurt me Thor. It's just headaches are annoying. By the way what are you calling me 'Lady of Silver'?"

"Soldier of Winter was telling us of you because he was worried you had been taken!"

"Ah. I see."

I would like to know what Winter told them but I decide to leave my question for later.

All eyes were on me as I walked around the kitchen cabinets getting the ingredients for pancakes. As they were cooking I set the table and got the bottle of syrup from the fridge.

"Why can I not see inside your head?"

"Because I don't like people in my head Scarlet. If you new what is in my head you would be terrified of me, and I would rather you not be."

"I would not be afraid you. I am sure that whatever is in your head is nothing compared to what I have seen in others."

"Winter, do you have any memories from missions we went together on?"

"Unfortunately."

"Would you like to show Wanda those memories? Preferably one that doesn't have much blood in it. Please."

"Wanda you watching?"

(Scarlett's P.O.V.)

Watching the memory Bucky has chosen to show I feel bad for this girl. She is only ten at the time this took place and she is being sent out to kill a scientist that was currently working against HYDRA.

Winter was following her as she walked through the house with her gun in its holster. The objective of the mission was to get some files and then kill the man.

"Mr. Rice, how are you on this fine night?"

Silver stands in the doorway leaning against the frame smirking at the man who is looking at a photo of a little girl.

"Jessica?"

"Sorry sir but I have many names. And as far as I know that's not one of them. We need some files. You're going to give them to us or I'm gonna kill you."

"Who's we?"

Winter steps out to where the scientist could see him.

"Ah. You work for HYDRA, I didn't realize that they recruited children."

"Yah well. Now you do, so now back to business. Where are the files you like to bring home? The ones your not allowed to?"

"Of-of course. But how do you know about them?"

"HYDRA has eyes and ears everywhere Mr. Rice. They did find out about your little girl did they not? The girl that could burn others with a single touch? The little girl that can disappear?"

"Can? She's still alive?"

"Of course. HYDRA needs her. Don't know where she is but give me the files and I can find out for you."

"Please! I'll give you the files. I just want my daughter back."

"Such a loving father. To bad you weren't home when she got taken."

Watching as he scrambles past Silver and as she follows him with a smirk they end up in an office area.

There are pictures around the room of his daughter her mother together.

Silver was a cute kid. She looks around the room with a scared look on her face as she turns to Winter. He shrugs and nods back at the man.

"Thank you for the files Mr. Rice. Unfortunately I can't hold up my end of the bargain, but in the bright side you get to see your wife.

She shoots him, though his heart.

(Silvers P.O.V.)

Scarlett gasps as she pulls from Winters mind.

"She killed her own father?"

All eyes turn to me once agin.

"Yes I killed my father. When I was taken he was away due to business. He came home to find my mothers body on the floor. Five years later when I was ten I was sent with Winter to eliminate a scientist who was working against HYDRA and collect some files he had. The mission was successful."

Everyone was silent. By the time someone had something to say pancakes were ready and we were all eating.

Banner who had been quiet since we had words the day before broke the silence. "So what about the Hulk. You said you were sent to kill him. So? Why didn't you finish your mission?"

"When I was sent to kill the Hulk my words had been spoken and I went to find you. I was right behind you when someone pulled a knife. I killed him but the hulk was already out. Considering I was given orders and under influence of my words I still tried killing him. Somehow I got spun around and the other guy bit the back of my neck where a tracking device was. When he ripped it out he ended up throwing me a block away. I hit my head hard enough that I regained control of myself and fled. I ended up here. So basically he bit me and I ended up free."

"May I see your neck? The scars I mean."

"For sure Widow. I can understand that you don't trust me yet. You are smart not to."

Taking off my zip-up sweater and pulling my hair to one side I turn my back to the deadly Widow allowing her to move my shirt to look at my scars.

"Holy shit."

[marauder--harder]

Operation: Assimilation- A Sirius Black Imagine (Part 6 of Mission: Improbable)

A/N: this took a long time. i’d say my life has been hectic but i feel like that description no longer covers it. i promise nothing on when the next will be out (sadly). hope you enjoy this, though. i love y’all endlessly. 

Word Count: 6,583.

By the time that you were both settled in your room, it had been just about the time for lunch. Sirius, in his typical fashion, decided to make it the top priority to find nourishment for you both in this small town. He claimed that one could not plot the demise of Voldemort’s rebellion on an empty stomach.

Thus, you found yourself walking down the stairs of the quaint bed and breakfast, ready to find a small cafe to get some lunch for the two of you. Yet, when the sweet old lady who ran the B&B called out to you, you couldn’t help but glare lightly at Sirius. You knew that she had looked at him with a strange sort of interest when you both arrived and you had a feeling you knew what you were in for.

“Where are you two youngin’s off too, if I may ask?”

Sirius smiled at the old woman, much to your mild annoyance and sauntered over. “We were actually getting a bit peckish and were wondering if you had any suggestions on where to get a nice lunch? We’ve been on the road for a while and I’m afraid she didn’t pack enough snacks.”

The white haired woman’s eyes crinkled as she smiled happily at Sirius. You were used to the swooning looks that many women would give him in pubs and local markets, but you have yet to see the way he affected the elderly. It seemed his charm was no match for anyone, regardless of age.

“Oh, well, if you both are hungry then I’m sure I can mix up some lunch for you in just a few minutes time. What were you hungry for?”

Sirius’ deep, rumbling laugh filled the otherwise quiet house as he shook his head. “Nonsense, ma’am; we couldn’t impose on you like that. A simple suggestion would do more than enough.”

“Nobody’s turned down my cooking yet, boy; and I’d hate for you to go thin on me. All that prettiness going to waste away if your company isn’t feeding you proper.”

You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes as you leaned on the counter. She was quick on her feet for an old woman, you’d give her that. Yet, the way you could tell she was doting on Sirius made heat prickle on the back of your neck uncomfortably. “Trust me, with the amount he can pack away, he won’t go hungry for a long time, Mrs. Hughes.”

“Oi!” Sirius remarked in mock offense. “Are you calling me fat?”

You simply grinned and batted your eyelashes in false innocence. “Me? Never. I’m just saying that she shouldn’t have to be put out of her way and clear out her whole fridge out in one full sweep.”

“That’s harsh, love. Truly harsh.”

Turning your attention to the woman who was now looking at you with a fond smile, you cleared your throat. “We mean no ill intent, Mrs. Hughes, but I think that I’d like to look around in town too while we’re out today. Perhaps I could help you cook dinner tonight and we could all eat together, if you’ll have us?”

Laughing lightly, Mrs. Hughes waved her frail hand in dismissal. “I was only joshing, sweetheart. Of course, I’d love to have you for supper. Is roast okay with you both? Do you like pie?”

At the sound of food, Sirius’ eyes sparked with interest. “Sounds delicious. Should we be back around five o’clock to help?”

“That sounds lovely, dear. Allen’s Cafe has a lovely spread for lunch and the best cuppa in town, if I do say so myself. It would be perfect for a cold day like today.”

“Sounds lovely! We’ll see you soon, then?” you added with a smile. As much as the old woman was clearly loving the charming Black, you could tell that she was also sweet and a bit lonely in this house all by herself.

“Of course; now run along! You’ve got a whole town to explore!”

“Thank you, Mrs. Hughes,” Sirius said gratefully and took her frail hand in his before giving it a small kiss.

The woman actually blushed at that, clearly surprised by the prim and proper ways of someone so young. “Anytime, dearie. Now hop to it; I’ve got a pie to start!”

Sirius laughed along with Mrs. Hughes before taking your wrist and pulling you along towards the door. You yelped in surprise at the eagerness of your partner and muttered a quick, “Merlin, slow down, Pads!” before you reached for your jacket by the door. With a final yank to the front door, the two of you set off in the direction of the cafe recommended to you. Meanwhile, Mrs. Hughes started off in the direction of her kitchen with a small smile on her face.

“Ah, to be young and in love.”

When the two of you reached the cafe, both of your stomachs were rumbling loudly in hunger. It was a rather short walk to Allen’s Cafe, but Sirius was right before: you hadn’t packed nearly enough to hold you both over until you got to the muggle village. Once it was in sight, Sirius made a beeline for the door, opening it in one large swing before stopping and holding it open for you with a small smile and a gallant bow.

“Kissing old women’s hands, holding doors—Merlin, Padfoot, are you actually a gentleman?” you asked with a laugh.

“Etiquette was drilled into me at a young age, love. ‘Went to many pureblood balls and had to know how to ‘uphold the family honor and not be a complete disgrace to the noble and most ancient house of Black.’ This included knowing proper table manners, learning three forms of ballroom dance, and other gentlemanly things.”

You blinked in surprise, strangely shocked to hear that most of his pureblood upbringing had stuck with him after all of these years. Staring at him with an open mouth, he merely laughed at your obvious shock. “You never fail to surprise me, Sirius,” you finally said with a small smile.

“Is that a good thing?”

Walking by him, you patted his cheek lightly with a growing grin. “Has been so far; we’ll see if you keep it up.”

Sirius ignored the stuttering of his chest as he followed you into the small restaurant, focusing more on the absolutely beautiful look of mischief in your eyes. He had yet to see that type of spark within you and suppressed a low thrill of excitement at the thought. Merlin, if he wasn’t falling for you already.

The two of you fell into easy conversation throughout your lunch, asking the waitress about some of the best things to do around town and which shops should be first on your list to hit. You seemed to play the muggle role well, until Sirius realized that this must truly come naturally to you because of your upbringing. You were rather hip to all of the newest trends and phrases; something that Sirius was admittedly a bit jealous of. The way you led the conversation with the waitress about your favorite shops and fashion trends as of late had him feeling just a bit out of place.

However, you seemed to ease off the easy flowing conversation the moment Sirius became a bit overwhelmed; a feat that took him by surprise. You smiled and told her that you’d have to take her up on her suggestions, thanking her for your warm welcome as the two of you had stopped on through. The waitress merely smiled and gave you a wink, telling you that you were welcome in the cafe at any time. Sirius also noticed the way your cheeks turned the prettiest shade of flushed at the waitress’ flirting and quickly ducked into your meal.

“I didn’t know you swung that way,” he chuckled lowly, brow arched in teasing question despite the twinge of jealousy he felt in his chest.

Your eyes widened for a brief moment before you cleared your throat and licked your lips nervously. “I didn’t think she was flirting with me. I thought she was just being nice.”

“You think her saying that you’d, and I quote, “rock the shit out of some hot pants” is being nice? Sounds to me like she was hitting on you, darlin’.”

“Well—I mean—Oh, just shut it,” you huffed, stabbing your potatoes with more gusto.

Sirius barked a laugh, throwing his head back with the force of it. “Alright; although, I do say that I will have to agree with her on those hot pants. You’d look brilliant in them.”

“I said shut it,” you reprimanded further, face turning an almost hilarious shade of red.

The rest of your meal was eaten in relative silence, apart from the odd comment here and there. When you both had finished and paid, you headed out back onto the street. Headed for the direction that led back to your bed and breakfast, you were stopped by Sirius grabbing at your wrist.

“What are you doing?” you asked with furrowed brows.

“I thought you wanted to go window shopping,” he supplied with a shrug and tugged you in the direction of the small downtown area that held an array of shops.

You tried pulling yourself from Sirius’ grip with a huff of laughter but he held on fast. “Sirius, I was just trying to make conversation—you know, try to fit in? We don’t really have to go walk the town.”

Sirius looked over at the couple of people that were glancing over at the two of you curiously, pointing at your sign of struggle in getting out of his grasp. Smiling confidently at them, he quickly released his grip on your wrist to slide his hand into your palm and interlaced your fingers. You were about to protest when you looked up to see his radiant smile and piercing eyes looking back at you with such a soft fondness that you immediately stilled. Only when Sirius’ thumb brushed gently alongside the back of your hand did you slowly start to smile back at him.

“Shopping would be a good way to get a better scope of the town. While you try on clothes, I can watch the other shoppers and vice versa. We will insert ourselves better into town, get the locals familiar with our faces so they’ll trust us. It’ll be good to spend an hour or two over there, yeah?”

Blinking once, then twice, you shook yourself from your thoughts and glanced down at your joined hands in confusion. The feeling of Sirius’ thumb brushing against your hand had you suppressing a shiver, much to your alarm. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel content as the two of you began walking hand in hand down the street. It was unfamiliar territory, even if you knew that it was most likely for show for the locals. Sirius’ hand was warm, unlike the cold fingertips of your own and you squeezed it a bit tighter in hopes of drawing more warmth from the man beside you.

The two of you window shopped for a long while, chatting lowly. Sirius had often pointed to some muggle contraption, asking what it was or why people needed it. His favorite thing was a walkman. Sirius stared at it for a long while trying to figure out the way it worked. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way his eyes lit up when you pressed the play button. His astonishment was evident and his smile contagious.

Eventually, you made your way into more clothing shops along the downtown strip. It was full of bright colors and prints. As you looked around, you felt content in a way you hadn’t when shopping in the wizarding world. Coming from a muggle home, you never quite got used to the difference in wizarding fashion, finding it much too stiff and extravagant. In your excitement you had taken Sirius’ hand in yours and tugged him along to a rack of clothes. Sirius smiled at your obvious joy and noted the way you looked so natural here. You were in your element, despite having been in the wizarding world for most of the past seven years.

As you looked through each item on the rack, Sirius’s own eyes wandered over the store. His eyes flitted over each of the workers and the one other patron in the shop. He quickly assessed that they were not a threat and continued his scan of the room. Sirius’ hands began to wander, casually browsing through the racks of clothes himself before smiling and pulling out a lovely navy wrap dress.

“Take a look at this; you might like—” Sirius stopped as he turned and noticed the piece of clothing you were holding up to him with a broad smile.

You laughed at his slightly surprised face and rolled your eyes. “You don’t know me as well as you thought, do you?”

Sirius’ eyes took in the dark denim of the overalls in your hands and shook his head with a huff of laughter, himself. “I suppose not, then.”

Your hand reached out to still him as he moved to put it back. “Wait…” you paused, trying not to look too embarrassed. “I didn’t say that I didn’t like it.”

“The duality of a woman, yeah?”

You tried your hardest to ignore the small heat you felt settling on your cheeks. “Something like that.”

From shop to shop, you both went. Even with your main focus being on the other shoppers, you found yourself having a lot of fun with Sirius. He was charming and funny and had a surprisingly good taste in just about everything he chose for you and him. You chose to exclude the pair of ridiculous looking bell bottom jeans he had tried on earlier that made you laugh hysterically. Part of you figured he did so just to make you laugh, anyhow.

About an hour and a few select purchases later, you finally allowed yourself to rest for a minute. Leaning against the wall outside the men’s fitting room, you sighed heavily. Sirius was inside, trying on a few jackets and muggle shirts he picked out and you were on wizard watch. Your eyes scanned the room, settling on each person for a few moments, trying to discern if they were a muggle or not. Most of the people thus far had been obviously muggle. You never could tell just exactly what made someone look so different from a wizard but after living in that world for years, you could spot most wizards from ten meters away.

Your eyes widened, however, as you took in a burly frame stalking towards you unknowingly. Immediately, you recognized the man. More than a wizard, he was at the meeting you had spied on earlier that month. Tall, bald, and much larger than you, you remembered the spike of fear that hit your chest when he sent that blasting curse at you.

Your heart began to pound as you glanced from left to right, trying to find a spot to effectively hide from the Death Eater quickly approaching. That meeting held quite a few of Voldemort’s followers and when you were caught, the whole crowd’s eyes were drawn to you. You had thought that you were quick enough that he hadn’t caught a glimpse of your face, but also knew that you didn’t get the luxury of taking that risk. If you were to be recognized then it would be disastrous for you and the town you were currently trying to save. The Death Eater would probably burn the whole town to the ground just to ensure complete destruction.

Just as the Death Eater was within view of the hall leading to the fitting rooms, you looked to Sirius’ room and quickly whipped the curtain back before stepping in. Wide eyes met yours, your hand quickly reaching out to cover his mouth before he could speak. Sirius’ piercing gaze bore into you, body rigid when he saw the panic reflected in your own gaze. You mouthed the words “Death Eater” quietly before glancing back towards the now closed curtain.

The two of you stood there for a few minutes, silent and waiting with bated breath. Eventually, however, a chipper lilt of a voice caused you both to jump in surprise. “Everything fitting okay in there, sir?” the saleswoman asked from the other side of the curtain.

Sirius’ hand slowly grabbed hold of your wrist, bringing it away from his mouth so he could respond. “Yeah, everything’s alright.”

“Do you need an opinion on one of our products by any chance? I’ve been told I’ve got a good eye for the way things look,” she giggled flirtatiously and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

Her comment somehow entranced your mind to trail down Sirius’ form, looking at the muggle wardrobe he chose for himself only to find his broad chest very bare. Your eyes raked over his pale skin, focusing on the way his collarbones dipped alluringly and the definition of his muscles that gave way to a light trail of hair leading past the low waistband of his jeans. Sucking in a ragged breath, your mouth snapped shut and you forced your eyes to focus anywhere but Sirius’ body.

A devilish smirk grew on Sirius’ face as he watched you openly stare at him. Something deep within him pulled at the obvious attraction you had towards his bare torso and he fought against the low, teasing chuckle that wanted to tumble past his lips. “I think I’m set, actually. I’ve already approved this look.” He noticed the way your eyes snapped back to his face in surprised embarrassment, a steady blush already travelling up your neck. Sirius couldn’t help the huff of amused laughter before he added, “I’ll let you know if I need anything else, love; thanks.”

You didn’t hear the saleswoman’s reply as Sirius’ hand slowly trailed from your wrist down your arm, to your elbow before dropping to his side. A ringing grew in your ears as his gaze lingered on you, heating your body in ways you hadn’t felt in quite some time. You couldn’t help but stare openly back at Sirius, licking your dry lips as he grinned wider.

“D’ya think he’s gone by now?” Sirius whispered and your brain scrambled to interpret the words he spoke, instead wanting to focus on the beautiful way his lips moved. Merlin, was Sirius always this beautiful? How had you, in all your years of knowing him, not realize just how gorgeous the man in front of you was?

“Huh?” you questioned dumbly, eyes flicking to his lips a few times before settling on his own amused gaze.

“The Death Eater?”

Eyes widened in realization and you quickly turned to peek out from behind the curtain. You looked back and forth a few times, only to see all but one changing room open. Turning back around, you nodded at him and jerked your head for him to take a look himself.

While Sirius was peeking out to watch for the Death Eater, you had attempted to rein yourself in some. The way you had reacted to Sirius was very dangerous territory and you willed yourself not to go there again. You recognized that he was handsome; you had done so since your time at Hogwarts. Yet, you had not yet truly realized how much he had grown since his youth. Seeing him shirtless had, needless to say, caught you very much so by surprise.

“He’s still in his changing room,” he whispered, turning his back to the curtain to look at you. “I think we should get out of here, go watch him from across the street. We need to keep low, but I want eyes on him.”

Nodding your head in agreement, you said, “Yeah, I want eyes on you too—him!” You quickly turned to grab Sirius’ shirt that was strewn across the small chair in the corner of the cubicle and threw it at him. “Hurry up then; I’ll meet you there.”

Sirius watched as you peeked your head out once last time before slipping out of the fitting room, toward the exit. Staring at the spot you left from, he waited for a few moments to collect his thoughts before putting on the rest of his clothes.

The way you were looking at him clouded his mind in a thick fog of desire. His body heated at the thought of your eyes raking over him, lips parted in slight surprise. Perhaps you weren’t as unaffected by him as he had thought. A coil formed low in his stomach and Sirius took in a deep breath to will it away. There was no time to dwell on the looks you were giving him; he’d have to deal with it once this was all over.  

Sirius quickly got dressed and met you across the street at a small coffee shop. You were sitting in the shade at one of the tables outside, obscured from the sun’s warm rays. It shielded you slightly from the eyes of people across the street. You were smart and stealthy and when your eyes met Sirius, he couldn’t help but notice the warm flush that had settled on your cheeks.

“Are you just going to stand there all day?” you asked teasingly, eyes flitting back towards the shop every so often.

“View’s pretty good from here; maybe I should.”

Your eyes rolled skyward and despite your efforts, Sirius noted the way the corner of your mouth twisted upwards. “We’re here on assignment, Pads. Best you remember that.”

Your words were sharp but obviously held no malice as you moved to pull his chair closer to yours. Patting the seat, you waited for Sirius to sit before scooting your chair even further to him. Sirius watched with amused confusion as you settled into his side before taking his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders.

“Gives us a better view without looking obvious,” you mumbled quietly but Sirius was too busy trying to still his suddenly rapidly beating heart. Grunting an affirmative, he took in a deep breath to gain control over himself. He knew he was attracted to you but his nerves were something new to him.

The two of you sat in amicable silence for a while, watching across the street for any sign of the Death Eater. Soon enough, he emerged and looked around the street a couple times before hastily making his way around the corner.

Trying to be innocuous as possible seemed rather difficult when you both sprung into action to catch where he had gone. Leaving a few notes on the table, you grabbed your bags and quickly hurried after the Death Eater. Sirius made it around the corner first without the added weight of the shopping bags in his arms. When you turned the corner, however, you were quickly yanked back against the wall.

Looking up, you saw Sirius standing next to you with wide eyes. Silently, he jerked his head in the direction of the alley behind the stores and you nodded in understanding.

“He see you?” you whispered.

Sirius merely shook his head before slowly pushing off the wall to continue around the corner. You followed him silently, bags swishing against one another softly as you walked. By the time you had turned the corner though, you heard a familiar crack and the alley was empty. Sirius looked around before cursing lowly and slammed his hand against the side of the large skip in aggravation.

“Bastard must have apparated away.”

Taking a tentative step towards him, you fought the urge to soothe the crease that had formed between his brows and the hard set in his jaw. “You think he knows we’re here?”

“I don’t think so,” he sighed, rubbing at his face tiredly. “Did he see you in the fitting room?”

“No, I ducked in before he could see me.”

“We were fairly hidden at the coffee shop. He probably got what he needed and left.”

Gnawing at your bottom lip in worry, you felt a pit grow in your stomach. “Question is: what d’you think he needed?”

“I don’t know but we need to find out.”

You nodded before glancing at your watch. “We have a few hours before sunset; maybe we can go canvassing and try to find him?”

Sirius frown grew as he scowled. “It may raise suspicion that we are suddenly asking questions. We’ll wait until tomorrow to find him. Now that we know who he is, we can’t just back him into a corner.”

“Trust me, I know. Still have the bruise to prove it.”

Sirius brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at you. “He’s the one who sent you through a wall?”

You nodded in affirmation, hand subconsciously coming up to rub at the spot on your shoulder. It had stopped hurting mostly a few days prior but it was still a bit sore and yellowed as it tried to heal. “Yeah; I just hope he’s dim enough not to remember my face.”

“Pretty faces are hard to forget,” Sirius chirped half-heartedly, trying to break the obvious anxiety that was growing.

Huffing out a breath of laughter, you smirked weakly before gasping in alarm. “Mrs. Hughes! Oh, Sirius we’re so late!!”

Sirius’ own eyes widened and he quickly grabbed your hand as he made a dash towards the direction of Mrs. Hughes bed and breakfast. You found yourself struggling to keep up with his long strides and stumbled for a moment before righting yourself.

Mrs. Hughes startled when you burst through the door, both out of breath and flushed from the cold wind. You quickly set your bags down and hung your coat, calling out a hasty apology.

“I’m so sorry we were late, Mrs. Hughes; we must have lost track of time!”

The old woman merely laughed and waved her hand in dismissal. “Nonsense, the pie is being set to cool as we speak so I’d say you’re right on time.”

“I should’ve at least helped, though,” you sighed, walking over to sit at the table that was set for three already. “You’ve gone and made a feast!”

“I heard that there was a hungry lad joining us,” she winked at Sirius.

The sound of Sirius’ barking laugh set a warmth in your stomach and you quickly dampened the thought, brushing it off as a hunger due to the delicious looking food in front of you.

“It looks delicious, ma’am.”

“Please, call me Edith,” she smiled warmly.

Sirius mirrored her warm grin and sat down across from you. “Well, Edith, I think you may have outdone yourself.”

“Keep sweet talking me boy and I’m going to have to consider putting up a fight with your sweetheart to keep you,” she winked.

The pink that touched Sirius’ cheeks made you furrow your brow in amused confusion. It wasn’t like Sirius to get flushed often. You made a note to ask him about it later and turned your attention to your host who was calling your name.

“I’m sorry, pardon?”

“I asked if you had a good time in town today?” she asked again with a raised brow.

It was your turn to look embarrassed as you dug into your food. You were too busy staring at Sirius to notice she had started talking to you and you were caught for it. “Oh, yes! We had a lovely time; it was brilliant to finally be able to shop like I used to.”

“Don’t get out much back home?”

“No, not really. I can’t remember the last time I went shopping, actually. I probably rotate the same five outfits every week. It was nice to finally have a bit of variety in my wardrobe.”

“I think your wardrobe is nice,” Sirius mumbled lowly and your eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh, well…” you paused, unsure of whether his compliment was really meant for you to hear.

“You have to say that, dearie, but women like to have a bit more to choose from. Heavens knows I loved to shop when I was your age! I was up to my neck in shoes, it was quite ridiculous now that I think about it.”

“I’ve never been too keen on shopping but I like to splurge every now and then and buy myself a few things. Besides, I think I needed a new dress; my old one is all tattered after so long. I should probably throw it out.”

“The yellow sundress?” Sirius found himself asking before he could stop himself.

You blinked once, then twice. “Uh, yeah.”

“Don’t bin it; you look beautiful in it… It’s pretty.”

“Oh,” you stated rather dumbly, feeling a heat prickle at the tips of your ears. “Thank you.”

Neither of you said anything after that and the table fell strangely silent. Tucking yourself back into your meal, you tried not to read too much into the sincerity in Sirius’ eyes or the way your stomach fluttered when he called you beautiful. You were partners; that was all.

“So,” Mrs. Hughes started after a few minutes of silence. “How did the two of you meet?”

Sirius was the one to answer, smiling charmingly. “We met in boarding school, but didn’t really know each other well until we started working together a few months ago.”

“Ah, well as I say, everything happens for a reason. The universe is tricky like that.”

You furrowed your brows as she winked at Sirius and laughed to herself. What an odd thing to say. Glancing back at Sirius, your eyes met and he smiled at you sheepishly, as if apologizing for whatever the old woman was insinuating.

Your eyes widened as it hit you and you swallowed audibly. “Oh! No, um… Mrs. Hughes, we’re not together; we’re just…” Sirius’ eyes meet yours once again and you find your mouth twisting into a half smirk. “Well, I suppose we’re friends.”

Sirius’ own lips curled into a shy smile and ducked his head into his plate of food. This was a side of Sirius you were definitely not used to seeing. He was actually looking… bashful?

Mrs. Hughes only laughed louder at your clarification. “There is nowhere you can be that is not where you’re meant to be, dearie.”

Your brows knit together, trying to understand what she meant. “I’m sorry, I don’t know if I quite understand what you mean.”

“I’m saying that the universe acts in strange ways; and what’s meant to be will always find a way.”

“Sort of like fate?”

“Precisely like it,” she smiled.

Sirius’ own laughter broke you of your thoughts, however, and he turned towards the old woman at his right. “Well, the universe might want to be more obvious in whatever it wants to tell me. I’m told I’m a bit oblivious at times.”

The old lady reached out and rested her wrinkled hand against Sirius’ gently. She suddenly looked much more serious than she had before. In a weird way she had reminded you of your old headmaster. She was bright and quick on her feet despite her old age, and you could tell that she had many years of wisdom under her belt. “When the time is right, Sirius; you will know. Time is still very much on your side.”

Bewildered eyes met one another, thoughts of a relationship far from your minds. Regardless of her tones of romance, you both couldn’t help but feel a bit sobered by her words of advice. This war was still raging, only picking up steam with each passing day and you knew that time may not be on your side for long.

Mrs. Hughes chuckle brought both of you from your trances when she asked, “Okay, now who wants some pie?”

After the three of you finished eating, you insisted that Mrs. Hughes relax while the two of you cleaned up. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled at you two with a fondness in her eye.

“I haven’t had people to wash up after dinner in quite some time. Thank you for choosing this small town to stay in, dearie.”

Your heart melted in your chest and glanced to Sirius to see him equally touched. “Of course, Mrs. Hughes. Thank you for opening up your home to us; we couldn’t be more grateful.”

Once upstairs, you and Sirius set off to clean up the mess of the kitchen post feast.

“Think you can manage to clean this up the muggle way, Pads?”

Scoffing gently, Sirius pushed up his sleeves after filling up the sink. “Please, Minnie used to watch as James and I cleaned the trophy case back in Hogwarts after she caught onto our cleaning charms. I think I can handle a dinner’s worth of dishes.”

“My apologies then,” you chuckled, grabbing the towel to start drying the dishes. “Seems like you’ve got this under control.”

The two of you easily settled into a system of washing and drying, laughing occasionally as Sirius mumbled complaints about how tedious muggle technology is. A small sound floated around the room as you began humming to yourself as you put away Mrs. Hughes dishes. Sirius stilled for a moment, trying to place the tune you were lightly singing. “Are you singing ABBA?” he asked with a quirked brow.

“Maybe,” you replied with pink cheeks. “Got a problem with it?”

“No, no problem. Just didn’t think you were one to listen to disco.”

“One, it isn’t just disco, it’s pop too. And two, didn’t I hear you obsessing over ‘Dancing Queen’ in the common room back at Hogwarts a time or two?”

Sirius’ eyes narrowed, mouth betraying him as its corner pulled upward in a hidden smile. “It was catchy.”

“Don’t pretend you’re not a fan, Sirius. Lies don’t become you,” you laughed as you bumped his hip with yours.

The motion had him stumbling to the right a step and he stared at you in pleasant surprise as you continued to sing. A witty comeback died on his now dry lips, instead staring at the way you swayed carefully to the melody you had dancing about your head. You were surprisingly lovely to listen to, only slightly pitchy at times but mostly light and airy in the way your voice carried you through the lyrics.

Sirius all but ignored the running water as he refilled the sink, instead zoning out and listening to your rendition of ABBA’s ‘The Name of the Game.’ The lyrics of the song had him glancing over at you too many times to count, wondering if there was any meaning behind your song of choice.

Feeling eyes boring into your back, you turned and grinned at Sirius as you continued. “Your smile, and the sound of your voice; and the way you see through me. Got a feeling, you give me no choice,” your singing was cut short by your uproarious laughter. Sirius’ brows knit in confusion and it was only then that he noticed the dampness of his shirt.

He cursed lowly as he tried desperately to turn off the tap that was now hidden under a mountain of suds and bubbles. Pulling his hand from the faucet, he shook off as much of the soap as he could and took a step back.

“D’you know where she keeps her extra towels?” he asked sheepishly, pulling another round of laughter from you.

“Maybe I should have washed, and you dried,” you giggled, and Sirius could feel his ears burning. Merlin, you were going to be the end of him, that’s for sure.

“Oi, not funny!” he pouted. “You were the one that distracted me…”

Eyes widened in wary alarm as you heard him trail off, grin growing on his handsome face. Before you knew it, you were squealing in a poor attempt of fleeing, soap caught in your hair, on your cheeks and soaking your clothes. Sirius looked something similar; hair slicked back with sudsy water, sopping shirt sticking to his chest and a smear of bubbles resting across his face.

The room was filled with your quieting giggles and both of your soft pants as you tried to recover from the obvious exertion in your haste of a water fight.

“I think Mrs. Hughes would have a heart attack if she saw the state of her kitchen right now,” Sirius breathed, sending a shiver down your spine as he spoke lowly near your ear.

You cleared your throat, finally noticing the water spilled around the sink and on the floor. Pulling away from his hold, you smiled guiltily up at him. “Yeah, I should probably go find some spare towels.”

“I’ll go,” he said with a sweet smile. “Besides, you’re much better at muggle things than I am. You can finish the last few dishes while I go. I think I saw a linen cabinet in the hall.”

“Okay.”

You watched Sirius head off in the direction of the hall and couldn’t help but smile to yourself. In the past few weeks of getting to know Sirius, you had seen more and more of the genuinely happy boy you caught glimpses of back in school. His laugh was infectious, his antics hilarious and childlike. You marveled at the beauty that was a carefree Sirius. Just a few days ago he was riddled with worry that seemed all consuming. It was nice to see him allowing himself even a few moments of peace and you were glad you had a part in it.

You only noticed his return when you heard the thud of a few bath towels hit the kitchen counter. Turning towards him, he met you with a broad smile and towel wrapped head. Your hands reached out and around him for a towel before he grasped your wrist gently in his own hand.

“Let me.” His soft command had you rendered immobile, only able to stare up at him with a small smile twinkling in your eyes.

Sirius took his time in drying you off. Touches were reverent and tender, never rushed. You tried your hardest not to blush at the way he softly guided your chin in his hand to reach your temple with the towel. He had rendered you speechless with the sudden affection swimming beneath the surface of the room—a prospect you tried not to overthink as you continued to stare at him.

Perhaps it was just you adding intimacy to the moment.

Soon enough, Sirius deemed you suitably dry and handed you the slightly damp towel. “Let’s get the rest of this cleaned up and then head on off to bed, yeah?”

You merely nodded in response, not certain you could trust your voice to be steady. Towels moved across the counters and floor, desperately trying to mop up the mess you made in another woman’s home. When you were finished, you carried the towels upstairs quietly and discarded them in the hamper closest to your room.

“Goodnight Sirius,” you called out to him in a whisper.

He turned, looking back at you with the same sort of kindness that had your heart pounding earlier. You couldn’t have imagined that twice now, could you? Nevertheless, the moment didn’t last long as you heard him return a quiet, “g’night, love,” before heading into his room for the night.

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