#i gotta reread this one when i get my spoons back

[sad-leon]

i don't think I ever posted this?????

anyways- since i dont have much stuff to share recently, im digging out stuff from a while ago that I never shared outside discord

Fic: call me here (i will appear) by @callmehere-iwillappear

[cottonlemonade]

That Time I Made My Brother Hide In The Bathroom To Talk To A Girl

word count: 876 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Atsumu x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: spoilers

a/n: this is a continuation of How You Met but can be read as a standalone

Atsumu was pouting.

Not only had he played one of the best games of his life when he spotted that cute chubby girl from the bus stop in the ranks but during a timeout he had snuck over to your stand and called over the cheering crowd if you‘d wanna grab dinner with him. And you got all bushy again and told him you‘d love to! (Actually, you had only nodded and mouthed “Okay“ but that was a technicality.)

And now this! During the fifth set Bokuto had stumbled when he landed after a spike and crashed into him. Long story short, Atsumu‘s arm was now in a sling and he was stuck in a stupid hospital on this stupid Saturday when he was supposed to wow you with his infinite charm tonight.

Wallowing in self-pity, he threw his head back on the pillow and groaned loudly.

A nurse opened the door, professional concern in her tone.

“Are you in pain, sir?“

“Physically or mentally?“, he asked, eyes still closed.

“Uhm… I see. Well, call if you need anything.“

And she left again.

He wanted to grab his phone to reread your (rather short) chat for the 6th time that day but was interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Well, ya look like crap.“

“Samu! What‘re ya doin‘ here?“

“I saw yer incredibly subtle Instagram story. How yer feelin‘?“

“Fine.“, Atsumu mumbled but pointed at his right arm, “Just sucks, ya know.“

Then he sniffed the air and his face brightened a little.

“Did ya bring me food?“

Osamu grinned and took off his backpack to produce mountains of Atsumu‘s favorites.

“Yer the best, thanks.“

But just as Osamu was setting up the little food tray next to his bed, Atsumu perked up.

Through the window of the door he spotted a cute chubby figure currently talking with the head nurse at the reception desk, a bundle in her hands that looked suspiciously like food.

“Ya gotta hide.“

Osamu frowned.

“What?“

“Quick, quick! Come on, hide!“

“Why, what‘s goin’ on?“

“Come on, I‘ll explain later. Hide in the bathroom or somethin’.“, Atsumu urged.

Osamu was way too used to his twin‘s antics to question it much further and so headed towards the ensuite but Atsumu hissed, “Take the food with ya, quickly!“

“Ya gotta be kiddin‘…“

But he picked up the tray and as instructed made his way to the bathroom. Not a second too soon.

Atsumu had just put on his best “beaten hero“ face, filled with sorrow and pain, when the door opened a third time and you stepped in. In the reflection of the window he saw how flushed your cheeks were and how awkwardly you held the bundle. You were just too cute. But he closed his eyes and took a deep theatrical breath before turning to face you.

“Oh, y/n. What are ya doing here?“

“I thought you must be disappointed that you couldn‘t finish the game yesterday and… yeah. Plus, we were supposed to see each other today. I‘m sorry if this is too forward, but I brought some food to help you recover.“

Beaten heroes didn‘t squeak. They didn‘t giggle, nor kick their feet.

Atsumu took a deep breath to compose himself. “No no, yer cute. - I mean, this is very sweet of ya, thanks. Have a seat.“

He nodded to the side of his bed.

“Do you have a tray somewhere?“, you asked, looking around.

“Uhm, no, I think the nurses took it after breakfast. A-and“, he added quickly because it looked like you were about to get up to ask for a new one, “I‘m sure I‘ll be fine without one.“

“Alright then.“, you opened the bundle to produce a large square lunch box. When you opened it, steam rose from the fluffy rice, packed neatly next to the eggroll with sausage, grilled meats, pickled vegetables and fruit.

“Looks delicious.“, he said excitedly and tried to pick up the chopsticks with his left hand. When that didn‘t quite work out he swapped to the spoon but even that he could tell must have looked very awkward.

“Could… ya help me out?“, he asked with a small smile and you nodded, taking the spoon from him and scooping up some rice, then adding some meat on top.

When you lifted it to his lips, your hand was shaking so much that it was difficult for him to catch, so he brought up his left and closed it around yours, to keep it steady. Making eye contact for absolutely no reason but his own personal entertainment of seeing you blush, he held your gaze as he closed his mouth around the bite.

“Oh wow.“, he said while chewing, cheeks puffed and eyes widened in surprise, “This is really good!“

You smiled brightly and relaxed, loading up the next spoon.

____________

Meanwhile

Osamu sat on the bathroom floor, working his way through the lavish meal he had prepared for his brother, trying not to gag when he heard Atsumu flirting up a storm in the next room.

At some point he got so bored that he swapped the contents of his brother‘s shampoo and shower gel, making a mental list of all the ways Atsumu owed him for this.

✨ @coffeesncats ✨

[moochalove]

Cute and Angsty Furina x gn!reader HCS

I’ve been so drained recently and haven’t had the motivation to finish part 4 of my series…. It’s coming soon though(trust)

Word count: guys can you guess bcs i can’t🥰

not proof read!! i ain’t rereading all dat so you gotta fill in the blanks 🙏

TW: Thoughts of SH, signs of mental illness and eating disorder!!

Furina who takes a while to open up to you.

Furina who feels so relieved after letting all her emotions spill.

Furina who accidentally blurts out her confession whilst having lunch together.

Furina who immediately thinks she’ll be rejected but is in shock for a couple of moments before releasing a relaxed sigh.

Furina who takes you on dates to the Opera Epiclese to watch her favorite plays

Furina who tries to coax you into buying clothes with her.

Furina who picks rainbow roses for you during her free time.

Furina who commissions someone to make you both matching hats or ribbon accessories.

Furina who always makes sure to coordinate her own attire to yours when you’re both out on the town.

Furina who loves spoon feeding you her specialty “Pour la Justice”.

Furina who is too busy to visit you and resorts to writing you old-fashioned love letter and love poems.

Furina who serenades you when she knows your both alone.

Furina who kisses your [skin tone] hand and makes her way upwards to your lips.

Furina who fails miserably at hiding your relationship from Neuvillette and begs him to keep it a secret (for now).

Furina who gets jealous when she sees you lean into Lyney but then is reassured later on that you only have eyes for her.

Furina who often finds herself fiddling with a flower ring (that happens to be your ring size) wishing it was a real one.

Furina who tries to go incognito and search for an affordable yet beautiful ring.

Furina who can’t decide on one and eventually goes out to look for raw material so she can have one specially made.

Furina who gets attacked by monsters but you show up in the nick of time.

Furina who feels infatuated with you all over again when you reach down to help her up.

Furina who tries to make up a lie to hide her secret plans.

Furina who purposes successfully to you on your 1st anniversary.

Furina who ensures you that you’re the one she wants.

Furina who arranges a small wedding consisting of those dear to you both.

Furina who sweats she’ll make you happy. No matter what it takes.

Furina who loves you dearly.

Angst

Furina who doesn’t feel worthy of your attention.

Furina who often spend her free time holed up in her room, door locked and beneath her blankets.

Furina who pretends to not be home to avoid you.

Furina who feels guilty, as if she’d done something wrong.

Furina who lets you in every now and then.

Furina who “selfishly” cries into your shoulder even though she’s been blocking you out her heart.

Furina who always seems to make progress but always relapses back into her depression.

Furina who can’t look into the mirror without feeling sick to her stomach.

Furina who can barely handle being near water.

Furina who can hear their voices calling out for help.

Furina who feels useless for not being able to do anything.

Furina who skips meals because she “forgets” that she has to eat.

Furina who has picked up bad habits like biting her tongue, picking at her skin, and roughly pulling her hair.

Furina who doesn’t mean to worry you but does so anyway.

Furina who often forgets to show up to dates.

Furina who feels she should break it off but can’t bear the thought of being alone.

Furina who finds herself not enjoying anything in life anymore.

Furina who avoids talking to those who worry about her.

Furina who often mumbles harsh words to those who have “wronged” her.

Furina who quickly gets upset and defensive when you “corner” her during an argument.

Furina who shouts and screams to not be bullied or corned once again.

Furina who often recalls THAT trial when everyone turned against her.

Furina who holds the broken glass against her wrist but can’t bear to leave you alone.

Furina who realizes she’s not the only one hurting.

Furina who realizes your whole relationship isn’t healthy.

Furina who packs up during the night and leaves Fontaine.

Furina who leaves one last letter for you. It’s vague and hard to decipher.

Furina who apologizes for being such a trash lover.

Furina who apologizes for being a trash archon.

The ending can be read as Furina kwording herself or starting a new chapter in her life (a healthier one)

[shootingstarpilot]

☉✄ for the fic ask game

Ask Game

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

A few things-

I read. Whatever I can get my hands on. And I try to do it with an eye towards writing- I try and examine what I'm reading to see, "oh, how does this author write dialogue without it sounding repetitive?" or, "how does this author use body language to express how a character's feeling?" But also, if I'm not in the mood / don't have the spoons for that, I just read for the sake of reading. Old favorites and new finds. Poetry is good to find turns of phrase that lodge somewhere behind my ribs. Eventually, something trickles through.

Also, this is probably not helpful, but... I write anyways. And I give myself permission to write shit. It's like when you're turning on a tap that hasn't been turned on in a while, and you gotta let it run for a bit to get potable water. I've got several different versions of Stitch's POV last chapter, and even more versions of scenes that I'm writing for this next one. That first bit of writing is gonna be rusty-brown, but I'm never gonna get to something I'm pleased with if I don't turn on the tap. (For what it's worth, I'm still working on internalizing this.)

Credit where credit is due, I found this tip on Tumblr, so it's not my own- but a trick I've found really useful if I find that I've written myself into a corner is to go back ten sentences and take it in a different direction from that point. This might take a few tries, but it usually ends up working really well for me.

Nearly forgot, but I also make huge use of the voice recording app on my phone! I speak the scene into existence first- vibes, snippets of dialogue, whatever's in my head- and then I transcribe it. I would recommend this to anyone- going on a walk and talking about your fic into the voice recorder is a really good way of breaking writer's block!

✄ what’s your editing process?

What editing process?

For real though, my editing process usually looks like rereading and rereading and rereading again- doing my best to catch typos, inconsistencies, editing certain phrases that grate on my nerves- and, occasionally, rewriting whole sections. But not without a whole lot of complaining to my dog.

Then, when I can't find anything else, I reread the chapter a few more times until I'm absolutely convinced that it's the worst thing ever to grace the face of the earth-

Then I post it.

Everything I wrote above for what I do when I get stuck writing is also pretty intertwined with my editing process, to be honest. There's never a clear distinction.

I don't usually get to talk about the technical aspects of writing, so thanks so much for these- they made me think critically about my process, and I can always do with more of that! I'd love to hear other people's tips and tricks as well!

[desceros]

for the ask game: 3, 20, 28!

#3 What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

oh that's gotta be symphony. i have so many little tendrils of things going on that are coming together so well, it's difficult not to be proud of it. i'm so, so excited to get to certain parts of the fic because i just know people are going to die, and that, as a writer, is just the most incredible feeling. i keep scrolling through my outline and just squealing in delight when i get to certain parts bc i'm like ohhhhh i can't wait to share this!! i can't wait to share this!! and that's how you know you've crafted something really nice.

#20 Which work of yours have you reread the most?

hmm. i think it's probably goldilocks, aka the size kink leo fic, because i just adore the pacing and humor in that one, if we're counting, like, The Whole Fic. otherwise it's easily euclidean line, aka the donnie aquarium meet cute fic, bc i can't Tell you how many times i've gone back and reread the first kiss scene in that one, and the last, like, third. god. eats that fic off a spoon.

#28 favorite work you wrote this year?

hm, they're all my little darlings, but if i HAD to pick one, i'd say i love euclidean line the most. the flow of the fic, especially in the donatello sections, mirrors that floaty feeling that's evocative of the jellyfish that i set up as the metaphor, with the slow build of the relationship that starts as friendship then trust then love. just. sighs adoringly. the love confession scene is so so perfect, and my most favorite scene in anything i've written outside of symphony—when donnie finally, finally sleeps—is in this one.

[shaunamilfman]

Wanted to share some Random YJ headcannons I have for the girlies.

Shauna:

- Despite not showing it she needs a lot of physical touch, always needs to be next to or holding her s/o in some ways, holding pinkies, grabbing her s/o’s belt loop. Whenever she gives hugs from behind she ALWAYS rests her chin/head on your shoulder.

- BARNES AND NOBLE DATES!!! Reading each other to sleep is a love language, sharing books and leaving notes in the margins for each other, giving recommendations, it’s all so important for her.

Jackie:

- She does in fact have a hoard of stuffed animals on her bed that she loves probably more than her s/o, you will have to sleep with all of them piled around you when you sleep at hers because she says she’ll “Feel bad about putting them on the floor for the night”

- (However if you also have a special stuffed animal she is unnecessarily jealous of it and will take it out of your hands as you sleep and takes its place)

- Legit can think of any excuse to have either of you touch each other “Hey babe can you rub some sunscreen on my shoulders I can’t reach.” “Oh my god you look so tense let me give you a massage” “Is there any way you can help me roll out my leg? It’s soooo sore from practice.”

Van:

- Adores lego sets, her s/o has to physically pull her away from the lego section at target.

- If you guys ever go for walks in the park or on the beach, she will always bring back the “coolest rock/leaf” to give to you

- LOVES ice hockey cause of how violent it is

Nat

- Infuriatingly good at Mario Kart

- Absolutely adores horror movies but she especially loves terrible horror movies, bad plot? terrible acting? Awful monster makeup? that’s her shit.

- Despises winter because she gets cold easily but LOVES snow, she’s absolutely mesmerized when its snowing outside, she’s basically plastered to the window looking outside

Lottie:

- Ma’am cannot regulate her body heat so she will 100% go in for a hug and you’ll jump back cause her hands are FREEZING. She will then attempt to warm her hands by putting them under your shirt.

- Absolutely DESTROYS people in Monopoly and the worst person to play with. No mercy from her at all. She becomes a whole different person.

- Will always scoot over towards you in the night when you’re sleeping so when you wake up her side is completely unoccupied, she is pressed up against you and you are hanging off the edge of the bed.

damn this is some good shit bro. i don't have much to add this is quality work.

i love the idea of like subtly touchy shauna. the belt loop thing is so real. you and Shauna writing back and forth to each other in the margins if the book your both reading??? you both have a specific color pen for it so when you reread you can always tell who said what.

Jackie Taylor def has an army sleeping on her bed that you gotta sleep around. your spooning her while she's spooning a giant fucking stuffed animal. she makes you turn them all face down/away when your fucking her fr. Jackie taking your fav stuffed animal from you so you can hold her instead?? her ass is so petty omg.

ugh van is such a cool rock girl omg. she brings you weirdly shaped leaves and cool shells she finds. you have to have a whole shelf dedicated to her little gifts she brings you.

Nat would kick your ass at Mario kart idk why that's so true. she doesn't buy in to cart strategies either she just full sends it on link. nat and the universal monster movies??

i do HC lottie as always cold. mentioned before that she presses her cold fucking feet against you while yall are sleeping. she has no shame with the hands thing all of your friends think she's coping a feel in front of them the first time she does it. lottie matthews always steals your blankets you wake up shivering with one leg off the bed every night

[apuff]

@sagaofa-dying-star thanks for the tag!!! rewriting the post because it's long asf

 Do you have freckles?  everyone has a little freckles. but i dont have too many

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?  i only drink southern style sweet tea bc we never have any good hot tea around

What was the last song you listened to?  MAMA APPARENTLY?? i was on that black parade grind i guess

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?  stomach usually but sometimes i go for the recovery position

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?  yes

Do you prefer drawing or writing?  probably drawing but i like writing too

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?  i have 6 blankets in my bed and it's not enough

What’s your favorite band/artist?  ahem. aheem. hehe. my chemical romance

When is your birthday?  am i not supposed to say this for internet safety-? anyways its in december

How tall are you?  5'2 is on my id but my family says im taller than that

What color are your eyes?  green 😏😏i have the rarest eye color 😏😏😏

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?  two of my online friends one of my irl friends one of my mutuals and one person i don't even like but probably really needs it

Fears?  im afraid of people i love dying, being in trouble, being late, and tape measures.

What’s your favorite color?  green BUT I LIKE ALL OF THEM

What’s your favorite season?  I LIKE ALL OF THEM

Want any tattoos? What of?  i kinda want some of those semi permanent ones that last for a few months of just random shit like band members and memes actually maybe i just want to draw on myself in sharpie

Want any piercings? Where?  i just want normal ear piercings :<

Who is the last person you texted?  my ex- camp roommate

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends?  yes me and my bestie have been friends for like two and a half years

What/who do you miss?  i miss having good breakfast at camp 😭😭 also i hate to say it but getting exercise. also going outside..

How was your day today?  pretty good

How much sleep did you get last night?  like eight or something

Do you believe in aliens?  y'all. the universe is REALLY big. there's gotta be some alien bacteria hanging out on SOME planet SOMEWHERE

When was the last time you cried? Why?  yesterday because of algebra 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️muhammad ibn musa al-khwarizmi when i FUCKING CATCH YOU ITS OVER

What’s your favorite decade?  2020s- if i had to pick something else it would be 2000s

What are some seemingly childish things you like?  laughing at my reflection in spoons (i highly recommend doing this btw)

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times?  i like too many books to count and i have read hp and pjo too many times to count, but recently ive wanted to reread the outsiders so much i go to bed thinking about it and wake up thinking about it

How are you, really?  fine but every other time in my life i have thought i was fine i have been very mentally ill in retrospect so 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

Does it take you a long time to make decisions?  depends on the type of decision..

What are you looking forward to in the near future?  artfight being over

What are you looking forward to in the distant future?  moving out :v

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?  i am going to the house of my online friends

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?  who sleeps with the door open

What’s your favorite flower?  cherry blossom or lily of the valley

Do you currently have a squish?  i don't know what the difference is between this and just loving your friend, so, idk?

Do you like your middle name?  yeah, i actually use it as my internet and gaming name

Do you prefer dogs or cats?  cats, i respect dogs but they have no concept of personal space

Do you have any phobias?  y'all i really don't like tape measures

Do you stay up late? i consider 11 30 to be late but some of my friends stay up all night sooo its subjective i guess

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy?  yes; sunny beach is better because where i live the water is always freezing so you need it to be hot or else it's just miserable

What’s your favorite cartoon?  maybe she-ra

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs i'm already tagging my moots later.,/,/

Do you have siblings? How many?  i have 6 siblings

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?  MYSELF- i am lonely right now

Is there anyone you would die for?  why is this such an intense question 😭😭😭probably no i'm a bit of a coward

What do you need when you’re sad?  gerard way but i need him all the time so

Have you memorized your phone number?  no and it haunts me every day

Who’s someone you can trust with your life?  myself (no offense)

What does your last text say?  just had the most transcendent sandwich on the way home

i know this one is really long so no pressure to do all of it OR do it at all LMAO @the-mighty-q @karineverse @the-mighty-mittens @sea-creeture @thankyouforthev3n0m @hopelesshardrockfan @wannabescemo @starbird06

[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

Headcanons For Dating George Weasley

request: hey!!!! i love ur work sm, i reread ur headcanons more times than i’d like to admit!! any concerning remus, ron or george would be bloody brilliant!! like how any of the three would be jealous, or dating them would include or basically anything i will immediately combust into flames!!!

note: hi everyone!! long time no posting! i feel like i’ve been cheating on you all for my mcu account @avengers-age-of-fanfics lmao, but i promise im back and i have a few things in my drafts so keep a lookout! thank u for staying patient :)

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george has had his eyes on you for a long time, always trying to be in the same classes as you and trying to be your partner in every class.

will literally owl you and ask what classes you’re taking just so he can be in the same ones with you.

before you even get together, fred has had to deal with george talking about you. all. the. time.

it’s not like fred doesn’t like you - he does! but hearing george talk about you 24/7 is a bit suffocating.

his words may mix up and he may stumble, but his feelings are the same and fred can’t help but facepalm.

“isn’t she/he/they just gorgeous, fred?” “i get it, georgie. you’re obsessed and won’t do anything about it.”

george definitely stares at you in class and if you catch him, he’ll either whistle and play it off or wink at you, wishing he was confident to just ask you out already.

gets hit a couple times by fred for being a creep and staring at you for too long. george definitely has a bruise forming at the back of his head.

fred would tell george to “grow a pair and get on with it, you git!”

you’d be so confused and look at george with a slight smile on your face, asking what his twin means.

george would sigh and come clean, telling you how he’s had feelings for you for a few months now and he can’t help but admire how beautiful/handsome you are.

you’d giggle, looking up at george and wrapping your arms around his neck, saying you like him too.

george then proceeds to kiss you all over your face, making you laugh even more.

“finally!” fred would yell from behind the door.

NEVER confusing him with fred. both twins would be surprised as to how you could tell them apart, and he’d love that about you - not comparing them or ‘guessing’ on who is who.

george takes you on many dates into hogsmeade and loves spoiling you over little items and trinkets

keeping a little box of the items he buys you and if he ever finds it, he will definitely tear up.

has many nicknames for you, mostly including “love” “sweetheart” and “darling”

if george is feeling extra love-y, will probably slide a “sweet girl/boy” in there.

always saves you a seat at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, right next to him.

will steal food off your plate when you’re not looking or when you’re having a conversation.

george loves the height difference between you two, always craning his head to look down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

even if you are taller than him, he just enjoys looking at you

loves smelling your hair and kissing your head.

small moments of pda, like holding hands and kissing your cheek. not a huge pda guy but will sometimes do it just to show that you’re taken

has a really cute habit of kissing your knuckles or just your hand in general

george honestly just loves holding onto you, whether it be your hand, waist, thigh under the table, anything. he loves the feeling of security he gets when he feels your warmth.

he almost melts when you squeeze your hand back, rubbing your thumb against his hand.

gives you piggyback rides :’)

while he isnt into pda, when you two are alone, george certainly is the exact opposite!!!!!

he loves cuddling you and kissing you almost every minute

holds you on his lap whenever you both are alone, mindlessly rubbing his hand over your legs/thighs. will tell you how beautiful/handsome you are.

if you are chest-to-back, he loves just simply holding your hands in his, comparing the sizes and whispering in your ear.

lays on top of you just for fun and will give you kisses all over your face.

big spoon whenever you two cuddle. obsessed with the feeling of holding onto you and having his nose either in your hair or neck.

however he does have his days when he needs to be the little spoon and be cuddled by you

loves making you laugh if his nose or stubble tickles you.

crawling into bed with him when you can’t sleep and he automatically wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, legs tangled.

george will squeeze you, just to make sure that you’re real and with him.

is lowkey very jealous and protective of you.

he’s always been fred’s shadow, so whenever he sees someone flirting with what’s his, george gets very protective and is sure to make known that you’re his.

can sometimes shut down and think he isn’t good enough for you, that you like fred better.

you will not tolerate your boyfriend, your little bby, feeling like this, “georgie, i love YOU. sure, i love fred as a brother, but i love you as my partner. you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

he’d smile at you, worry still gracing his face, but he’d still be thankful, “thank you, my love. . . cuddle time?”

“just gotta remind my boyfriend of how wonderful he is, georgie. c’mon, let’s go cuddle. i’ll be the big spoon tonight :)”

you love stealing his jumpers, especially the one molly made him

spending lots of time at the burrow and wearing many of his clothes just because they smell like george

“why don’t you just wear your own, love?” he’d never admit that he loves seeing you in his clothes

“they dont smell like you, georgie.”

molly adoring you and george being proud for having you as a girlfriend/boyfriend/partner

being very close to ginny and having girl nights with her and hermione, which sometimes makes george jealous.

OR having boys nights with ron, harry, fred, percy, bill and charlie - whenever they were home.

learning from both the twins how to pull off great pranks - which is a mistake.

telling him you love him every chance you get, making him blush and kiss your cheek.

being each other’s first time and he is so sweet about it, making sure everything is perfect and that you’re okay.

george loves whispering in your ear and telling you how good you are for him.

while you aren’t happy about him and fred dropping out to start a joke shop, you are still there to support them both.

becoming their financial advisor and overall advisor for everything they do.

george telling you how much he appreciates you whenever you both leave the shop together to go home, holding hands.

fighting by his side during the wizarding war and being scared for fred when he is injured, but thank merlin, fred makes a full recovery.

moving in together after the war, realizing you could never leave his side. he then surprises you by proposing, saying that if you died, he’d never be able to live with himself.

george loves you for who you are, and vise versa. you’d never change anything about him because he is his own person, and you fell in love with george weasley.

[glowingspence]

Can you do a platonic hotchreid with prompts 64 and 65???

"There was a kid with him, he is sitting in the waiting area but we can't get him to talk." The nurse tells Morgan when he arrives at the hospital.

Hotch had gotten a call that Gideon had been brought into the ER after someone tried breaking in and was surprised by him being home. Shots were exchanged while a bullet hit Gideon in the torso.

Hotch had called the team immediately, directing Morgan to drive down to the hospital for a reason he didn't understand because he and Gideon are hardly close, he knows he would rather have Hotch there but he had not been able to change his mind. Something had Hotch determind to check out the apartment.

"A kid?" Derek questions sceptical. He knows about Gideon's son, but they don't have any contact.

"Not a kid but a young man. Maybe a teenager. I can't tell you."

"Can you lead me to him?"

"Of course." The nurse leads him down the hall while she continues talking, "He seems distraught by what happened and he doesn't really let anyone talk to him but maybe you get lucky if you tell him that you are a friend of Agent Gideon."

"I will try, thank you." Slowly he walks into the waiting area that is apart from an old man in the corner and a woman reading a book empty. "Hey"

The man doesn't look up to him, he looks down on his blood soaked converse, the shoe lashes are open and have left a red pattern on the white floor.

"My name is Agent Derek Morgan, I work with Jason Gideon. Can you tell me who you are?" The man keeps on shuffling his feet over the ground, his thin hair covering parts of his face as he holds himself. "Did you call the ambulance?"

He nods and then looks away, still to the floor but more down the hall. "Can you tell me what happened?" He shakes his head and starts moving his leg left and right, "Is it okay if I sit down with you?"

"Agent Morgan played chess with me today, for a minute I thought that man is gonna outplay me." He recites and Morgan looks at him with confusion on his face.

"Did- did Agent Gideon say that?"

"Did Agent Gideon say that? Yes" The kid answers and looks up to him for the first time, eyeing every inch of him until something else catches his eyes and Morgan sees Hotch approaching them with fast steps before pulling the man in his arms who leaves out a strangled whine,

"Thank god you are okay" Hotch moves out of the hug and cups his face, "I know- I know no touches but I was so worried." He hugs him again, this time the young man presses his hands between them and pushes him off, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"They took Gideon." He speaks with huge eyes, "They took him. They wouldn't let me help."

"It's okay they are gonna take care of him okay?"

"Hotch?" Derek questions sceptical, "Care to explain what is going on?"

"Right, right." A little bit flustered Hotch gets up from the ground, "This is Spencer, Spencer is living with Jason and will work with us in the future. Right?"

"No"

"No?" Hotch questions with a frown, "Why not?"

"Need to write all the tests." He states as he rocks back in forth, "Kid I will make us a cup of coffee and then we can study- Spencer get down- get down-" He yells the last parts while he takes his hand up to his head, hitting it.

"It's okay, it's okay, you are safe. Deep breath." Hotch crouches down in front of him again, "Spencer hey!"

"Where is the painting? Where is the painting? Fuck why are they home? Why are there two? Only the kid was supposed to be here. Stay on the ground. Stay on the ground. Stay on the ground. Stay on the ground."

"Did they say that? Where there more than one?"

"Home" To their surprise he gets up from his seat, his ears still covered as he aims for the hallway before Hotch stops him with one hand around his waist, causing him again to leave out a high pitched noise.

"Where do you wanna go? Tell me"

"Today is the 3rd. Tomorrow is the 4th. Need to study. Today is the 3rd. Last chance. Gideon needs to help me. He was gone all week, now we need to study all of it in one night."

"Then let's drive to my home okay? I'll help you study."

"Fast" Spencer starts walking again while Hotch stays back for a second.

"Call JJ have her pick up Spencer's text books, they already must be on the table if they wanted to get started." Hotch orders.

"You can't be serious? How can he think about a test right now?"

"Better a test than this. Just do it." Hotch looks at him in a way that tells Derek not to ask any more questions and to just do what he just has been told.

"You remember Haley right?" Hotch questions when he unlocks the door to their house, "My wife?"

Timidly Spencer nods and steps into the house, a light shining in the kitchen, "Let's get our shoes off and then see if we can find us a good coffee to get us through the night."

"Books"

"Agent Jareau is going to get your books. It's going to take a few minutes though." Hotch smiles at him apologetic while he gets out of his shoes and places them near the others, "Come on."

He leads him into the kitchen where Haley is already up and preparing something to eat for him and two cups of coffee, "Hey you" With a warm motherly smile she places the cup in front of where Spencer sits down, "It's two sugar, right?"

Offended Spencer frowns at her and shakes his head while Hotch leaves out a chuckle, "She was kidding. You can have as much sugar as you want." She places the sugar next to him, watching him put multiple spoons in, "You are gonna get a heartattck one day."

"Good heart. Past physical." He taps his chest a few times.

"I heard" Hotch sits down next to him, taking a sip himself. "Why don't you go to the bathroom real quick? There is a lot of blood on your face and clothes. I will bring you new ones okay.."

Spencer shakes his head and grips a pen that is lying at the end of the table, "We can start studying when JJ was here? We have enough time that you can take care of yourself first."

"Seven hours and four minutes" He states and looks back at the ceiling.

"Good that you have that brain of yours then."

"No time"

"There is enough time." Hotch takes a warm wet washcloth from Haley and gently touches Spencer's head who immediately leaves out a whine and starts hitting Hotch with his hand, "It's okay, you are okay."

"No time, no time."

"Shh it's okay." He keeps on trying until Spencer forms his hand into a fist and hits him into the side with full force making Hotch grasp for air for a moment,

"Aaron!"

"No time. No time."

"I won't touch you again, I promise." Hotch places the washcloth on the kitchen, "It's okay, I am sorry."

"Only Gideon and Mom."

"I know I am sorry"

"No touching."

"It's okay."

"Only Gideon and Mom."

"I know that's okay. I respect that." Skeptical Spencer sits back down on the chair but keeps his eyes on Hotch and when Haley moves flinches and looks where she is going, "You are not in any danger."

"Want Gideon"

"I know." Slowly Hotch keeps his hands in sight and sits down, "The hospital is gonna call me on this phone if there are any news."

"Morgan?"

"No not Agent Morgan. He was there because I send him." Hesitant Spencer grabs Hotch's phone, "I drove down to Jason's place to see if you are there."

"Drove with Gideon."

"That was okay."

"Blood"

"I can imagine." Hotch has to hold back to not physically comfort him again. "Do you really need to study? Or are you just a little paranoid-"

"No time! Need to study!" He slams his hands down on the table, "Need to study"

"It's okay, it's okay we will study"

"Aaron-" Haley makes a motion for him to follow her out the room but he shakes his head and grabs an old bill from the corner of the table and the pen from Spencer's hands.

"Alright name everything you need to study." It takes some time till JJ gets the books from the crime scene and Hotch finds out that Gideon is right and that Spencer really does get too much anxiety over exams even if he can perfectly do it. So in the morning they are running on no sleep and the third cup of coffee, "Okay Agent Morgan is going to drive you, alright? He is going to wait for you to finish the test and then drive you to the hospital."

"Okay" Concentrated Spencer keeps fiddling with the pen in his hands, "Okay, okay, okay" he mutters while Derek looks at him with worry.

"There is gotta be a way that he can skip the test. Look at him. He hasn't even washed off the blood."

"I tried all night. Just drive him. I told him you will drive off at 7:20 am with him. Don't make it late."

"Okay, okay, okay" Spencer is still muttering under his breath while rereading the same pages for what must be the fifth time and when he climbs into Morgan's truck he starts rocking back and forth.

"Kid?"

"No time."

"Did Hotch give you at least something to eat?" Morgan questions and Spencer nods, "Did you eat it?"

He shakes his head and Derek reaches to the back, grabbing two protein bars and a soda can. "Eat and drink or you brain won't work."

"For me?"

"Yes kid, eat this while we drive."

"Thank you, Sir"

"No problem." They get quite a few stares when they walk into the room like this and Morgan walks up to the Agent supervising the test announcing he will sit in.

"He was not with Agent Gideon was he? I heard what happened." The old man questions while watching Spencer take a seat in the back.

"Kid got lucky but I would feel more comfortable sitting here, have an eye on him."

"No worries he will be done in twenty minutes anyway."

"Twenty?"

"Kid got a brain even Jason Gideon can't compete with." He tells him and offers to get him a stool and Spencer shyly looks up and waves to Derek who shoots him a smile back and when Spencer hands in his test like expected he even gets away with a pat on the shoulder. "You answered everything?"

"Yes, sir"

"Gideon will be proud of you."

"We will see him now right?"

"Yes of course." He looks at the kid a moment longer, "Does Gideon normally come with you to tests?"

"I get really anxious in tests so he does when he can. It was very nice of you to sit in, Sir."

"Of course."

"Do you think when I will start working at the BAU, you will still work there too?"

"I hope so."

"Will we be friends then, Sir?" He questions much to Derek's surprise. It's not something people ask usually but Spencer doesn't seem to mean this in a mocking way.

"That I am betting on." Encouraging he places his hand on Spencer's shoulder again, "Have you met anyone else from the team yet?"

"Only Gideon and Hotch."

"I am sure you will love the rest too."

"I wouldn't really say I love Hotch" Spencer states with a slightly sorry face that makes Derek break out into a chuckle.

"It's okay, you will."

"He is nice"

"And he loves you a lot."

"Really?"

"Really." When Spencer reaches the hospital he is first shy and timidly walking into the room before Gideon opens his arms for him,

"It's good to see you"

"I got through my whole test!"

"That's amazing, kiddo." He hugs him, ignoring the pain, "Hotch hold me you studied together"

"Yes he is a great study partner" Spencer sits down on the bed, "And Derek said we can be friends when I join the team."

"That's amazing." Proudly Gideon smiles at him, "Come here again, lay down." Spencer stripes off his shoes and then curls up against Gideon's healthy side, "I am glad you are okay."

"You too"

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[wienerbarnes]

Are You Growing?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Cheek to Cheek) Word Count: 1,886 Warnings: mentions to alzheimers A/N: idk about yall but im loving posting about the earlier times w bucky n reader

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You sit on Bucky’s couch, Alpine curled up in your lap, purring softly with closed eyes as you lightly scratch behind her ears.

Bucky’s sitting on the floor in front of you, in the place of where his coffee table used to be, which is now pushed into the corner for the time being. He rereads the instructions to put together his new bookshelf for the eleventh time now, still not understanding where exactly to put each screw.

You were no help to him, your first suggestion was to toss out the instructions and build to his heart’s desires; whatever felt right.

The last thing he needs, though, is for his bookshelf to collapse in the middle night and scare the shit out of him, so he tries his luck with the instructions.

He’s grateful for the ring of his cellphone, perhaps a break for a phone call will somehow make the instructions easier to read.

His stomach drops when he sees the caller ID as Rebecca’s retirement place. He pushes down his nausea and answers the phone.

“Hello? Is Rebecca okay?” He answers, quickly standing and moving to another room, not missing when your eyes look up at the sound of his sister’s name.

Is Rebecca okay? Did she hurt herself? Did she hurt one of the nurses? Is she dead?

“Hi, Bucky. Yes, Rebecca’s okay,” The receptionist Bucky’s gotten to know well responds, causing him to let out a sigh of relief, “She’s asking for you, is all. She’s… not eating. She didn’t touch her breakfast or lunch, she just keeps asking when you’re coming. I know you don’t normally come until tomorrow, but I promised her I’d call you.” She finishes explaining.

“Uhm… okay, okay. Tell her I got hung up at work and that I’ll be over as soon as I can.” He tells her, sparing a glance into the other room to see you peeking at the instructions on the ground.

“You’re amazing Bucky, thank you.” She responds, and all he does is hum through his anxiety before hanging up, returning to the living room where you sit.

You look up at him as if to ask if he is okay and he only stares back for a few seconds, thinking, before deciding, “Put your shoes on, we gotta go somewhere.” He tells you, voice still a little shaky from the scare of that phone call.

You don’t question it, recognizing that it’s probably not the time, and move to go grab your shoes by the door. Bucky silently pushes out air through his mouth, an attempt to calm himself down and get the nausea to go away. Rebecca’s okay, he reminds himself, she’s having a bad day, but she’s okay.

You’re worried at how quiet Bucky is and with how fast he speeds on his bike down a route you don’t really recognize. Finally, though, you see the sign in the distance, St. Francis Alzheimer’s Hospital, and you understand.

He parks the bike out front and turns it off, not yet moving, and you take off his helmet you’re wearing to get a better look at him. You say his name when you notice tears have gathered in his eyes; you’ve never seen him cry before.

“Sorry,” He wipes his eyes, “This shit is just so… exhausting. Everytime the phone rings, everytime I come here, I don’t know what I’m going to get, if she is okay.” He vents before letting out a long sigh.

You don’t know how to respond, choosing to rub his back as he composes himself. Bucky’s always been a tough rock; always knowing what to say, what to do, always knowing how to take care of everyone and how to solve everyone’s problems. You’ve never seen him so tired, so nervous before, and you see the toll doing this has taken on him.

Before you can say anything, he stands, “Let’s go.” He holds out a hand to help you off the bike and rests the helmet on the seat, knowing no one’s going to take it.

You follow quietly behind him as he enters and greets the receptionist, walking past the desk and down the hall. You feel out of place, not only here, in the retirement place Bucky’s sister lives at, but in public. You’ve barely left the apartment while you’ve been in hiding; you think this is the most amount of people you’ve been around in months.

Bucky approaches a door and knocks quietly before entering, “Hey, troublemaker,” He calls out, voice no longer strained or shaky as it’s been for the half hour, as though he flipped a switch to make himself normal again.

“Bucky!” You hear an excitement-filled elderly voice call out.

You enter to see her sitting on the bed, arms reaching out for Bucky to embrace him in a hug.

“Sorry, I’m late, I got caught up at the gym.” He tells her, hugging her back.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were at work, I just wanted to talk to you about the carnival, it’s coming this weekend.” You notice Bucky’s jaw clench for a second before loosening.

“It is, isn’t it. I’ll get Steve and we’ll all go together, I know how much you love the rides there.”

You linger by the door still, observing the interaction. How Bucky plays along so perfectly and so composed. You tense when you notice that Rebecca’s eyes have found you.

Bucky follows her gaze and snaps his head to you, “Becca, this is a friend of mine.”

You walk over and hold your hand out, giving your name, and she reaches out and accepts it, giving you a gentle smile, “A friend, huh?”

“Bec -”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, it’s really great to finally meet you.” You tell her.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, too, I haven’t met one of Bucky’s friends in a while,”

“Rebecca -”

“Who was that floozy you brought home once, the one that Mama hated?” She teases Bucky, who now stands with arms crossed looking at you take a seat in the chair next to Rebecca’s bed.

“That was Madeline.”

“Madeline! My goodness, she didn’t last very long at all -”

“How about we talk about something other than my love life? Are you hungry, Bec?”

“A little bit.” She responds, and Bucky feels relief flood through his body. He nods and leaves the room to go fetch her lunch from one of the nurses.

“I love these flowers on your shirt.” Rebecca compliments, snapping your eyes away from the door Bucky exited out of and back to hers. They’re the same blue as Bucky’s.

You glance down at your shirt, one you thrifted with lilac’s all over them.

“Thank you, they’re, uh, lilacs. They symbolize growth. Like, change from ignorance to knowledge, innocence to wisdom, and all that.” You tell her.

She hums, “And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Growing?”

You pause to think about it. Have you grown? Changed?

“Yes. I think so.” You respond.

“Well, then I’m happy for you.” She says sincerely.

You feel a knot swell in your throat at the validation, being greatly reminded of Bucky in that moment, and it’s then that he returns with a tray of food, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of juice.

Bucky places the tray on the small table that can swing over her bed, cutting the food on the plate for her small pieces, before moving to the fruit and juice, taking both lids off for her.

You watch as he takes gentle care in moving the tray closer to her, piling small pieces of food onto a spoon before feeding it to her.

She clears about half the plate before saying she’s full, which is more than enough for Bucky to be satisfied; it’s better than this morning.

Whatever problem there seemed to be this morning that caused Bucky to come over here in a rush is gone. To you, it was like his presence was the only thing she needed to feel better; it’s like there wasn’t anything wrong in the first place.

Soon enough, the two of you leave, with a promise from Bucky that he’ll see her tomorrow on Thursday and they’ll go to the carnival this weekend.

You don’t mention anything else about the visit to Bucky the entire way home, and choose to help him on the floor of his living room for the rest of the evening instead.

Thursday and Friday pass, and Bucky goes to Steve’s on Saturday.

“Remember that girl I told you about? The one I’ve sort of become friends with? That I’ve been looking out for?” Bucky stirs sugar into his coffee, his sweet tooth showing up more frequently since he’s been hanging out with you.

“I remember.” Steve says, sitting down next to him at his table with his own cup of coffee. Steve’s is decaf, though.

“I, uh… I took her to meet Rebecca.” Bucky doesn’t meet his eyes, waiting to see what his reaction will be.

“Oh?” Steve responds, setting his mug down and resting his aged hands on the table, paying all attention to Bucky now.

“There was a situation on Wednesday, Becca wasn’t eating and she was at my apartment -”

“At your apartment?”

“So, I just took her with me -”

“You haven’t even taken Sam to meet Rebecca.” Steve tells him, making Bucky stop.

He pauses for a moment before continuing, “When I saw Bec on Thursday, she remembered her.”

Steve’s head tilts, processing his words.

Bucky continues, “I went to go see Bec on Thursday, and she asked me about her, apparently they talked about some flowers and she wanted me to bring her some so she can see them in person. Asked when I was going to bring her to see her again.” He finishes explaining.

“Wow.” Is all Steve says.

“Rebecca… doesn’t remember anything. I mean she remembers me and you, but she barely remembers anything she and I talk about when I visit, barely remembers her kids. But she remembered talking about lilacs with this girl she’d never met before!” Bucky says, still in disbelief.

“...Must be something special about her.”

“Oh, don’t you start now, too.”

“Just saying. Maybe you should bring her here sometime.”

“Nah, I didn’t even plan to take her to see Becca. That was a risk all by itself, taking her out in public like that.” Bucky glances up to see Steve smirking at him with that stupid wrinkled mouth of his.

“Stop looking at me like that, would you, punk?!”

Steve chuckles, “She sounds like a sweet girl.”

“She’s my friend, Steve.”

“I didn’t say she wasn’t.”

“But you’re implying -”

“Implying what? What are you thinking?”

Bucky huffs and rolls his eyes, Steve twisting his words around, and he realizes he won’t escape this conversation without teasing.

“Whatever. She’s just a friend. If that. We just hang out sometimes, I help her do things that I had trouble with when I got out of HYDRA. I’m just around to help her.”

“Sure, pal. That’s nice of you.”

Bucky sighs, standing to go refill his coffee, and Steve smiles to himself, glad that Bucky’s met someone like you, and glad to see where it’ll inevitably lead, even if the two of you don’t see it yet.

[justsomethingfromafilmilike]

Little Beginnings - Chapter 6: Day 6

(Gif not mine)

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A/N: I have been stuck on this chapter ALL MONTH, I was stuck at 1,825 words. I hate myself for making every chapter HAVE to be 3k or more words. INSTEAD I’m posting this at 2636 and I’m posting the next chapter around 1k because I also .. can’t make that one longer. Then there’s one more after that before we move onto movie stuff. 

I'm so sorry this took over a month... I am still working on this I promise.

Words: 2636

The next morning David was sitting in the cafeteria reading the book he’d borrowed when Rory walked in. 

"Good morning," he greeted as he glanced up from the book to see her. She flashed him a smile as she walked over to the counter.

"Morning," she replied. He heard her inhale sharply as she stretched before she let out a noise that had him rereading the same sentence over and over. He blinked a few times before he looked up as she grabbed her breakfast.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked as she came to sit down beside him.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just really sore from yesterday." She gave a shrug and winced. "Not used to playing sports anymore." She let out a chuckle as she rolled her shoulders a bit.

"Might I suggest a long, hot bath?"

"That would be perfect but despite its name my bathroom does not contain a bathtub." Rory let out a sigh. 

"Yours doesn't, no." He shook his head. He watched her brows furrow slightly.

"Well... then who's- no." She gave him a look as she held her spoon pointed at him.

"She's not using it." He closed the book and set it down with a smirk. "You would benefit from it. She never has to know."

"If you can prevent her killing me from using it, then sure," Rory said as she started eating with a shrug.

"I wouldn't let her touch you." Rory glanced up to see his smirk and smiled. She looked back down at her food as she continued eating. He picked the book back up and opened it as she spoke,

"Would you wanna join me?" she asked. David blinked at the book and, even if he wanted to, he found he suddenly couldn't understand a single word on the page. He looked up as his mouth fell open.

"I…" Yes. Yes he would, but he found along with his ability to read he'd also lost his ability to speak and so he sat there with his mouth opening and closing.

"We won't be naked," Rory clarified quickly, pink dusting her cheeks as she made sure to look down at her food instead of him. She was simply pushing it around the bowl. "You gotta take me out to dinner before that happens," she teased with a smirk before finally looking at him.

"We've had dinner together every day this week," he pointed out as he tilted his head.

"Well… I meant a ... nevermind." She looked back down at her food with a chuckle. Her cheeks had darkened further.

"If you wouldn't mind your favorite book being so close to the water, I would love to join you. I won't drop it," he promised. She smiled at him.

"Alrighty then." He smiled as he slowly looked back to the pages, but he found he still couldn't focus.

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He had no qualms about being naked in front of her, his body was perfect after all… save for one detail he didn't like to think about. Okay, so maybe one qualm. He didn't know if she knew much about Synthetics in that regard. Though if she did he doubted that she would be so bold as to ask him if he'd actually stuffed extra wrappings into the bindings that covered him. 

Since she'd entered the bathroom she had yet to look at him once. While this did mean he could observe her without her knowing, he found himself wishing she would look at him. Even if it was just once. Just a glance. If he had known she was going to look everywhere but at him until they were in the water he wouldn't have bothered.

He'd already prepared the water while she'd gone to get changed and had alternated from standing by the tub to sitting on the edge before finally settling on standing again while he had waited for her. She'd walked in with a robe on, as she felt odd walking through the halls practically naked even if they were the only two there, and David couldn't help but stare as she removed it. They entered the tub without a word, David smiling as Rory let out a content sigh.

"Okay, I'll admit this was a great idea," she said as she finally looked at him. He noted her eyes drift to his chest and arms briefly before she looked off to the side.

"I'm glad you think so." He smirked and reached over to a small table by the tub for the book. His hands had not touched the water, though there was a towel on the table just in case. Rory leaned her head back and closed her eyes. 

"What part are you at?" she asked in a soft voice, the water helping her relax more and more by the second. He told her and watched her smile.

"I could read aloud if you'd like," he suggested and smiled as her eyes flew open and face lit up.

"If you want to," she said, trying and failing to hide her excitement. He let out a soft chuckle before he started reading aloud, doing his best not to get distracted by her smile.

…

"Not falling asleep are you?" he asked after he'd finished reading one chapter.

"Mm-mm," she hummed as she shook her head slightly, but her eyes were closed. He smiled and set the book aside before he reached into the water and gently took her ankle. Her eyes opened as she jumped slightly.

"Are your feet sore?" he asked as he pulled her foot to rest atop his thigh.

"A-a little," Rory said with a small shrug. His other hand pulled her other ankle to join the first and she jumped again.

"Ticklish?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye as the corner of his mouth quirked up.

"A little," she repeated as she tried not to smile. He chuckled and she half-heartedly tried to pull her feet away.

"I won't," he assured her, but his smirk grew.

"I don't believe you," she said with a small laugh. He let out another chuckle as he pushed his thumbs into the bottoms of her feet. She blinked in surprise.

"It might be a bit ticklish, but I promise that's not the intention," he said. 

"Y-You don't have to do that," she said looking both extremely grateful and at the same time extremely embarrassed.

"Would you like me to stop?" he asked just before pushing in a spot, on both feet, that made her let out a happy sigh. She still looked hesitant but in a guilty way. "I want to help you relax. I don't mind," he assured her. "It's my fault you're sore, after all." He lowered his head to hide his smirk.

"It's my fault for not staying as active as I should've," she pointed out. “And for not stretching.” He frowned slightly as he looked through his lashes at her.

"Let me?" he asked.

"If it'll make you feel better," she gave in with a light chuckle.

"It is to make you feel better, dear." He caught the smile she tried to hide and couldn't help his own.

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After spending way too long in the tub, the water stayed warm as the tub itself could stay heated, the two got out and dressed. Rory went to her room to change while David, who had yet to bring his clothes to her room, changed there in the bathroom. He’d brought the change of clothes with him. Rory walked back into the main part of the module carrying a blanket and a pillow, her hair still a bit damp.

“What’s this for then?” he asked. 

“We’re having a lazy day.”

“Oh, we are, are we?” He smiled as she laid out the blanket on the couch.

“Mhm,” she hummed as she smiled back before grabbing the remote.

“And by 'lazy day' you mean a continuation of our marathon, then?”

“Kinda, you’re not allowed to do any work today. You have to relax with me, the whole day.” She raised her arms wide above her head.

“The whole day?” His smile grew as he walked over.

“Mhm.” She motioned to the couch as she sat down, putting the blanket over herself. “Come on, you’re my pillow.” He chuckled as he moved to sit beside her before he watched in amusement as she guided them into a comfortable position where the two were almost laying down, he had the pillow behind him, and she was resting her back against his chest. She looked up, upside down, at him with a smile. “Comfy?” He found he couldn’t answer her right away as his focus was drawn to the feeling of how close they were. The desire to be this close with her everyday was overwhelming.

“Very,” he managed in a quiet voice, almost a whisper. She clicked on the movie before settling back against him. He closed his eyes with a smile; he could feel the thumping of her heartbeat against his chest. A few minutes into the movie she started playing with her hair and he looked down to notice she was making small braids. She would braid to the very end of her hair then undo it and start again. He watched how her fingers moved and when she undid the braid again he gently took the strand from her. She jumped slightly but didn’t say anything as he began to braid the strand. He heard her let out a small content sigh and lay her head back against him. 

As he glanced at the movie he took note of the scene that was playing, in a classic very cliche domestic setting, a couple was having a ‘lazy day’ much like they were. Still in their pajamas, stealing lazy kisses, and talking about their future. For some reason, as he watched the couple, his mind soon began to wander and he couldn’t help but picture Rory and himself in a scene like that. 

He’d make her breakfast in bed just because he could, then they’d send most of the day in bed. He would be able to hold her as long as he wanted. No interruptions, to duties to attend to. He saw them having a big piano in the living room; he’d teach her to play but would end up playing for her more often than not. They’d dance together whenever they wanted. He could see them having a cat or a dog. He smiled to himself; Rory would probably want both. He would surprise her one day with a kitten and a puppy, and she would be so happy she would kiss him. 

They’d share many kisses. In the morning when they woke up, at night before they went to sleep together. He could kiss her for any reason or without reason and she would kiss him. On the forehead, on the cheek, on the lips. On the couch watching movies, in the bath, or wherever.

At the end of a long day they would lay in bed together and simply talk until they fell asleep. They’d talk about their future together; they’d talk about starting a family, baby names, wedding plans. He could see them painting a nursery...

Then suddenly the image of her…of them starting a family, was met with a harsh reality check as he remembered what he was and what he never could be. What he could never give her. He pushed the thoughts away, but they lingered as he put an arm around her. She went to look back at him, but he moved his chin down to rest atop her head. He couldn’t have her see that something was bothering him, because he wouldn’t be able to tell her. He wanted to tell her… oh how he wanted to just pour his heart out to her and have her erase all his doubts and fears. He wanted her to explain to him why he was feeling this way. Why did he want these things with her when he knew he couldn’t have them? And why, when he thought about her like this, did it make him so happy and so sad at the same time?

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Rory often hummed along to the songs in any musical movies they watched. The sound would always make him smile. When he asked her why she didn’t just sing along instead she told him that she had a horrible singing voice and didn’t want to ‘make him go deaf’ as she put it. After reminding her that wasn’t possible he managed to convince her to quietly sing along if she so chose. There were a few notes here and there that if he were human would have made him wince. She wasn’t awful but there was definitely room for improvement. He didn’t tell her this of course; the longer she sang, and the bigger his smile grew, the more confident she became. She sang a little louder, not enough to overpower the movie. He knew there were people who were much better at singing than she was, but in that moment he realized he could listen to her sing forever. 

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The end of their ‘whole day together’ came to an end that night when David reluctantly told Rory he had to do his daily duties. She had pouted for a moment but said she understood and was going to go and get ready for bed in the mean time. The tasks didn’t take long for him to complete and he found himself on his way to Rory’s room before he even realized that’s where he was going. Rory had just walked out of her bathroom, having just finished brushing her teeth, and saw him in the doorway. She tilted her head and he spoke before she could.

“I was wondering…” he hesitated but soon held up the book he hadn’t realized he’d grabbed on the way. “-if I could read to you again?” he asked. Rory’s eyebrows rose. “It-... it helped me read slower when I read aloud to you before.”

“Sure you can,” Rory said with a smile. “Haven’t gotten a bedtime story since I was a little girl,” she added with a chuckle as she got into bed. When he didn’t move she patted the space on the bed beside her with a smile. He let out a small chuckle and joined her, sitting down beside her as she got under the covers. As he opened the book he had to pause as she pulled the blanket over him as well. He smiled down at her as he leaned back. Her legs brushed against his as she got comfortable and he watched her close her eyes, a gentle smile on her face. It didn’t take long for her to drift off to the sound of his voice and he gently put the book on the bedside table before he shifted down to lay beside her. Stirring slightly, Rory moved a bit closer to him with a small hum. As he turned on his side to face her she opened her eyes. He smiled at her.

“Go to sleep,” he said softly as he gently moved a strand of hair from her face. She hummed again and closed her eyes but soon spoke.

"Ya know, I realize I've been awake for about a week now…" she trailed off and opened her eyes again to look at him. His smile faltered slightly.

"I… may have woken you an extra week earlier than you needed," he admitted and found he couldn't meet her eyes. 

"So I get another whole week of you all to myself?" she asked as she smiled, closing her eyes once more. He grinned.

"Indeed." He got another whole week of her all to himself.

(Next Chapter)

[silverbastardgoldenfool]

Realm of the Quarantine Reread End-of-Book Questionnaire: Assassin’s Quest

Any differences between your first/previous reading experience and this one?

Keep in mind I’m writing this months after finishing the book lol (it’s mental illness innit). I have LOTS of notes to go off but yeah, things aren’t as fresh in my mind overall. With that said the biggest difference I can think of between my first and second experience with AQ is my feelings towards Kettricken. I think the first time around reading you know that Fitz is an unreliable narrator but you are still limited by his viewpoint so you can get a bit trapped seeing things the way he does. For this reason, I think I pretty much just forgave Kettricken when he did on my first read, whereas on this read I was like……. Waiting for her to actually apologise and show some sympathy towards Fitz and it just…. Never happened.

Like, don’t get me wrong, I still love Kettricken as a character and I fully recognise that she has been traumatised. I don’t expect her to be nice or act rationally, and in the case of being willing to take Nettle for the crown… It’s cold but she’s doing what she feels she has to. My issue is - do what you have to, but don’t expect Fitz to understand or forgive you (same with Starling). But I think what bothered me the most was how Kettricken would constantly confide in Fitz and break down to him and he was always there to let her do so, yet she NEVER gives Fitz the chance to do the same. The one time he does “open up” in a sense is when she forces him to air out his traumas in front of everyone, and she didn’t show him any sympathy for what he’d been through then or later. She has been through hell, absolutely, but while her plight may not have been any better than Fitz’s it certainly wasn’t any worse. She pretty much had two modes in this book: completely cold or a crying wreck - but she was only ever crying for herself. She lets Fitz console her but she never consoles him. Again, this is a result of her own trauma and I don’t expect her to act any differently, but it just reaffirmed for me that while she and Fitz care for each other deeply it is not an equal relationship. Fitz feels an obligation to serve her and she - knowingly or not - takes advantage of that. Like, after realising that this is their dynamic it is so obvious that the same is true in Royal Assassin as well, and it will be interesting to see how it changes (or doesn’t) in Tawny Man as I don’t remember it well enough to say.

Must reiterate: Kettricken is still a great character and I still have a lot of respect for her, unfortunately she just falls into the overfull camp of people who love Fitz but have an unhealthy power dynamic with him.

The other big difference I noticed was that the Verity stuff just wasn’t as devastating this time. Not because it was any less sad but it just didn’t tear out my heart like it did the first time. That’s not a fault with the writing at all, I think it’s just the fact that, knowing what would happen to Verity and that we wouldn’t see the real Verity again, I kind of already let go of him at the end of Royal Assassin.

Something you can’t believe you forgot

I guess more of a misinterpretation/wishful thinking but like, realising that there is no passage explicitly stating that Fitz and the Fool were actually spooning in the mountains murdered me and spat on my corpse.

Oh also!!! Fitz yeeting himself out the window at Tradeford castle jskaskjf

Favourite character introduction moments/scenes

I love Kettle in general and the way we’re introduced to her as a cranky old lady sets her up perfectly

Favourite character arcs

Man they’re all so fucking sad lol but I guess the Fool? He goes from thinking Fitz is dead and his purpose failed to reuniting with Fitz, their relationship growing into something really real for the first time, and actually completing his mission - at least for now lol. This book is really the first time you get to see the Fool be properly vulnerable. Even when he was getting beaten up by Regal’s guards he always had his veneer of snark and superiority to hide behind - and I doubt when he went through his sicknesses at Buckkeep he would have revealed his weakness to anyone in order to be helped. But in the mountains he lets so much of that facade of the King’s Fool fall away - at least when it’s just him and Fitz. When he and Fitz meet again he lets Fitz see his grief and pain and hopelessness and joy as the Fool looks after Fitz, and then later when it’s the Fool who needs looking after he lets Fitz look after him. When was the last time the Fool had anyone really care for him like that, ya know? Had someone protect him purely out of love? Ouch dude!!!!

Also he gets to kiss Fitz at the end so good for him!!!!!!!!!! Be gay ride dragons!!

Favourite quote/s

“I would kill Regal. It only seemed fair. He had killed me first.”

“I had looked into the heart of my enemy. I still could not comprehend him.”

“The more I drank, the less tolerable my situation seemed. And the more intolerable I became to my friends.”

“I had never thought to be disdained by a tree.”

“The Fool, the Fool, only the Fool. I sought for him. I almost found him. Oh, he was passing strange, and surpassing strange. He darted and eluded me, like a bright gold carp in a weedy pool, like the motes that dance before one’s eyes after being dazzled by the sun. As well to clutch at the moon’s reflection in a still midnight pond as to seek a grip on that bright mind. I knew his beauty and his power in the briefest flashes of insight. In a moment I understood and marvelled at all that he was, and in the next I had forgotten that understanding.”

“When you can either laugh or cry, you might as well laugh.” - the Fool

Favourite relationships

Fitzandthefoolfitzandthefoolfitzandthefoolbahslbghabfhalgngjba 

Also fitz and nighteyes (speaking of which, Nighteyes’ arc in this book is also fascinating and surprisingly complex) and Fitz/Nighteyes/Fool mwah magnifico chef’s kiss

Favourite setting

Kelsingra baybeyyy. I remember the first time reading this having no fucking clue what was happening in that chapter but I guess it was the gay agenda all along

Favourite chapter

It’s gotta be the chapter where Fitz and the Fool reunite, right? Catch me just gradually losing my grip on reality with every lingering stare 

Most loved character

Foooooooooool

Most hated character

Ya know, for a minute I was actually wondering if I would like Starling this time round but yeah no lol. She was actually okay for a while but as soon as she sold Fitz/Nettle out she became The Worst, just as I remembered her. It’s not even because she betrays Fitz but because, like Kettricken, she expects Fitz to forgive her for it, to the point of running to tattle to the queen because Fitz isn’t giving her enough attention (I’m also not impressed with Kettricken for actually getting involved instead of just telling her to grow up). Not to mention her constantly misgendering/gendering (??) the Fool or just assuming the Fool’s gender and loudly fucking proclaiming it to everybody is just truly fucking disgusting. Like I cannot even explain how furious I was reading her incessantly using she/her pronouns for the Fool despite no confirmation that her theory is right or that the Fool is comfortable with this and despite EVERYONE ELSE using he/him pronouns. God I’m mad now lol. She just acts like a spoilt brat and it makes my blood boil. But that’s probably because I have known many people like this so… Good character writing lol congrats

Raise your hand if you’ve been personally victimised by Robin Hobb (most heartbreaking and/or visceral moments)

The whole first chapter/s are just so heavy and carry on that gut wrenching feeling from the end of Royal Assassin. Fitz just has no real desire to live and watching him systematically severing the last few ties he has to his human life is just so sad.

Even though I wasn’t as attached to Verity this time, his goodbye to Fitz still made me cry

As did Fitz giving Kettle her skill back

Verity using Fitz’s body to have sex with Kettricken really got to me this time, mostly because I either didn’t notice the first time or had forgotten just how much it affects Fitz. It’s no wonder he doesn’t want to acknowledge Dutiful as his son when the event that brought that fact into being was so fucked up and traumatic. It’s really upsetting.

Burrich saying he almost took Fitz to Chivalry and he should have never let the Farseers take Fitz just …… breaks my heart. Just seeing Burrich so raw like that in general is so unusual it really takes you aback.

Details, observations, spoilery notes made with the benefit of the full picture

Strap in lads this part is lonnnngggggggg

Is it bad to immediately want to cry just from seeing “Sandsedge” on the map and thinking of Sandsedge brandy

I never really thought about how poor Hap didn’t get the real Fitz all those years and how their relationship could have been if Fitz hadn’t been partially forged

Pls I have no idea why but to picture someone as emotionally repressed as Fitz actually sitting down and writing about his life makes me want to fucking cryyyyeeeee

Fitz in the prologue talks about needing a purpose as something to distract himself from sinking [into his chronic pain, mental illness and addiction] and boy howdy if that ain’t relatable. As someone with mental illness and chronic pain Fitz is just painfully relatable way too often.

“I have never forgiven myself the triumph I ceded him when I took poison and died.” Fitz :(((( my guy :((((((( forgive yourself for surviving however you could baby!!!!!

This book mentions Bingtown providing slaves to Chalced

It’s so funny to me when people expect Fitz to have social skills as if he didn’t literally live as a fucking wolf for weeks at a time. It’s a miracle he bloody speaks

The state Fitz is in at the beginning of this book was literally Burrich’s greatest fear for him, yet Burrich doesn’t just say I told you so and leave. He stays, is patient and even optimistic.

“He (Burrich) is not bigger than I.” Why does this feel so wrong lol??? I just can’t picture Fitz as bigger than Burrich

“When you were younger and not supposed to go into taverns without me…” So it’s fine if the child goes into taverns and gets drunk as long as you’re also there. Got it, Burrich.

Fitz calling Chade “the grey one” wow get rekd old man river

Seeing Chade and Burrich interact is so bizarre

Fitz is still having seizures at the beginning of this book! I had forgotten that

God okay so idk if I can articulate this point super well but the whole thing of Fitz going through this extensive abuse and then essentially becoming an animal feels like a metaphor for the way your brain’s “higher” needs and functions just shut off sometimes under certain levels of stress. Like in order to cope with the trauma you don’t think about concepts, or long-term goals, or other people. You just take care of your basic needs - food, sleep, shelter, water - long enough that you start to feel safe and secure again, at which point your brain can open up a bit more and allow you to really think again; to want again, to plan again etc. Like obviously literally becoming an animal is a heightened version of reality, but the functionality of it is the same; our wounds and our fear stop us from fully embodying ourselves.

Burrich be like, Fitz was getting way too dependent on drugs before all this so let’s steer clear of those. :) LET’S GET HIM ABSOLUTELY SHITFACED INSTEAD

I  love how Fitz has his own unique relationship with Lacey and she’s not just Patience’s servant in his mind

Fitz talking about how even his memories from before his time in the dungeons are soiled by his trauma :( baby boy

Dude it’s so rich Chade lecturing Fitz about not making a life for himself, having friends or just chilling out like???? WHO TRAINED HIM TO BE AN ASSASSIN CHADE?? Like I get your point but what the hell kind of life did you think he was gonna have? Who ever took the time to teach him the importance of making connections with people for their own sake, and when would he have ever had the time anyway? I think Chade himself doesn’t actually know what he expects from Fitz.

Fitz saying he’s bad at making decisions because he’s never actually been allowed to make any is literally a point I’ve made lol. This is what happens when you teach teenagers how to murder in lieu of any basic life skills.

Burrich + Chiv were luv at first sight. No I will not elaborate.

“We kept you a boy, looked after you too much.” Huh??????? Fitz was never fucking sheltered lol. He didn’t have autonomy. There’s a difference.

I’m so fucking glad Fitz hugged Burrich before he left and that they actually left off on okay-ish terms. I didn’t remember that and it vaguely dulls the blow of knowing we don’t see Burrich again til Fool’s Fate (and that he thinks Fitz is dead the entire time between now and then).

“If I shaved my hair back from my brow” bitch disgusting

“Honey was the older of the two women. Perhaps my age.” jskfjnajgbl my guy those aren’t women then those are children!!!!!! U freak

I was wondering for ages why Fitz doesn’t mention the Fool like literally at all bc that’s so unusual right? Even in Assassin’s Apprentice he thinks of him when he goes to Moonseye and just in general the Fool usually enters Fitz’s thoughts pretty frequently. So why now, when Fitz doesn’t even know if the Fool is okay, is he just not thinking about him? And then I realised that that is exactly why. Because the only two people from his old life he doesn’t think about are the two people whose fates he knows nothing of: Kettricken and the Fool. So he can let his mind wander to think what Patience and Lacey might be up to at Buckkeep, or who Molly is with or whatever, because he knows they are all safe. But in such a fragile state I don’t think he can bring himself to really wonder whether Kettricken and the Fool made it to their destination - he probably doesn’t really believe they could have, and that is far too painful a road to go down when you are trying not to think at all.

I know the first act of this book is slow and that bothers some people, but I think it is so necessary, not only for Fitz’s arc but also because it really demonstrates just how severe the situation has gotten with the red ships and forged ones AND it shows just how destructive a king Regal is. Without this perspective it would probably be much harder to buy that the extreme measures taken at the end of the book are really worth the sacrifice.

Fitz is Demisexual, Exhibit A: when Honey is coming onto him, all he can think about is Molly.

Fitz is so scared of the Forged ones :( his trauma affects everything. He has no faith in himself and less heart for the violence than ever.

Speaking of trauma metaphors: the way Fitz tends to drift off into the wit or Skill after a traumatic experience is… pretty much just dissociation but magique

I forgot that witted folk can apparently communicate with each other mentally, not just with animals

“Her head was the size of a bushel basket.” Ah, yes, a bushel basket, a thing whose size we are all intimately familiar with.

Fitz finally finds others like him and even then he is not fully accepted. Told he is doing the wit wrong. Othered by the Others. It’s the queer experience innit.

Also forgot that apparently the forged are attracted to the wit as well as the Skill?

“I wondered if I had as many wolf mannerisms as they had halk and bear.” Yeah no probably not you only bloody LIVED as a wolf, Fitz.

Okay I know it doesn’t need saying but Patience is just so fucking cool!!!!!

Jesus fucking christ, Fitz skilling out to Molly when he knows Will knows he’s alive and is looking for him is just… so dumb. So so dumb. I know he’s just fixating on her because he’s miserable and she’s like this unsullied thing he had before everything went wrong but holy moly is it frustrating 

Not to mention he doesn’t connect the dots between the fact that Burrich went to “help a friend” and every time he reaches out for Molly he sees Burrich sajkdbshkhja dude

Nighteyes leaving just goes to show that Fitz cannot rely solely on Nighteyes for companionship. No matter how innately the same they are they are equally as innately different. Fitz needs Nighteyes but he shouldn’t have JUST Nighteyes (which is why he, Nighteyes and the Fool are the holy trinity). When Nighteyes leaves, Fitz is in way too fragile a state to be left alone, but Nighteyes cannot think of the future or what might happen. All he knows is he’ll be back at some point and that’s all that matters.

“My anger fed my competence” whatever you need to tell yourself sweetie

I think I had blocked out the fact the Regal was keeping animals trapped in filthy cages so they could ravage people in the king’s circle uggggghhhhhhhhh I hate him

Fitz is down on himself saying that without Shrewd’s largesse, Chade’s information and Verity’s protection his idea of himself has been stripped away and that he’s not actually competent etc. but like. This is an extreme situation!! You’re literally alone in the wilderness with nothing and no one!! Who would thrive in this situation? And nobody gets by without help anyway! The people in our lives do define us to an extent. You don’t have to be able to stand 100% on your own at all times with zero resources to be considered capable. It’s human to depend on others. Yes I am chiding myself as much as Fitz here :))))

Burrich’s earring is the repressed gay earring. No I will not elaborate.

Fitz refusing to sell Burrich’s earring is frustrating yet something I would 100% do lol

Direct from my notes: Celery hiding out in caves?? Bad bitch

“I felt I was within the flames looking deeply into the Fool’s eyes” um okay gay

It’s actually surprising that Fitz admits he would not have gone after Molly even if he had known she was pregnant when she left. On one hand so self aware yet this doesn’t stop him from completely idealising their relationship.

And then you have Molly who says he was supposed to come after her “so she could forgive him”, that he was supposed to be the one to light the candles for her childbirth etc. The fact that she in any way thought he was mature enough to be a father just shows how little they really knew each other.

Burrich treating Molly like a horse while delivering Nettle is way funnier than it has a right to be jskakjasd makes me think of Dwight treating Phyllis’ back injury in The Office lol

The first thing Burrich notices about Nettle is that she has Chivalry’s brow are you fucking kidding me. Gay!

Fitz is Demisexual, Exhibit B: He had no interest in Tassin whatsoever until she literally started kissing him. At this point his body reacted, which is normal, but as soon as he got a second to actually think about it he stopped, because for him it would not be satisfying to sleep with someone he didn’t have feelings for.

“It seemed to take years for the dried beans and lentils to soften.” Okay mood

I love how Fitz just assumes Molly will take him back. “I have a woman and child awaiting me.” Says who bitch?

Small ferret? More like big legend

Ya know, we give Fitz so much shit but honestly with so much physical, mental and emotional stress on this journey how can we expect his mental faculties to be at 100%? I wouldn’t be making good decisions either, in fact I would be long dead.

Starling telling Nik that the earring once belonged to Chivalry is truly a smooth brain move

“Do not fear, little brother, I am here to take care of you again.” Words can’t explain how much I love Nighteyes and how often his dialogue makes me smile :’)

It’s so cute how Nighteyes is worried about Molly and Nettle until he knows that Burrich is taking care of them

It’s really interesting when Fitz claims “I’d rather be with Molly even if it meant rocking a crying baby in the middle of the night” because, well, he’s literally made other claims to the contrary, saying he wouldn’t have gone with her even if he’d known she was pregnant. Because at the end of the day as much as Fitz is compelled by others to do work for the greater good, I think deep down a lot of the time it is what he would do anyway. Like I really don’t think he could actually enjoy being with Molly knowing that the world is burning down around them. He would want to get out there and help somehow; not only to secure their own future but to reduce other people’s suffering as well. He’s an empathetic boy even though he’d like to be selfish.

Every time Fitz calls Molly his wife I lose ten years off my life

Again, I understand why he’s thinking like this, but Fitz’s ownership of Molly is just so uncomfortable. The fact that he can’t imagine her not having a place ready and waiting for him in her life when he returns just illustrates that she is not a fully realised person to him. She is just a comforting idea.

Oh yes, it was definitely Starling’s “pillowtalk” that got you captured and not the fact that you fit the exact description of the witted bastard right down to having Chivalry’s earring and a whole ass wolf

Somehow forgot that Jhaampe is basically a city of tents with only a few permanent buildings and people constantly coming and going

Fitz’s first words to the Fool are “I’ve come to you.” I’m gonna fucking die

Literally every single word from the moment Fitz realises it’s the Fool and starts describing him is a full body assault and personal attack I am seeking reparations

God the tenderness, the angst, the relief……… shall i pass away

“I doubted he was much taller, but his body was no longer a child’s.” My dude this is a gay awakening if I ever saw one

Fitz be like *spends 87 pages describing the Fool in painstaking detail* anyway I love being a heterosexual male

I’ve heard ppl cite Fitz’s descriptions of Kettricken as evidence of a crush (hard disagree) but literally nothingggggg even comes close to the way he describes the Fool. Not just this once but over and over again it’s insane.

“Talk fell off between us. The bottle of brandy was empty. We were reduced to silence, staring at one another drunkenly.” skjakfnajghajgnaLNGJ is it gay to silently gaze into thine homie’s eyes

The Fool protecting Fitz from everyone - especially Starling - in Jhaampe is often hilarious and always heartwarming

Realising Fitz was skinny enough for the Fool to lift on his own ahhh no wonder he said the famous “When I recall how beautiful you were” line, Fitz is a total wreck

I love that the Fool actually gives Chade shit for his plan to take Nettle. I love him.

“Too few folk cared for me. I could not hate a single one of them.” Oh, Fitz :(

I always wonder how the Fool really feels about Molly. Is he jealous? Does he compare himself to this woman Fitz idolises and he doesn’t know? Does he know that Fitz is barking up the wrong tree or is he stuck thinking Molly must really be Fitz’s soulmate since he won’t shut up about how much he loves her and can’t wait to get back to her? He just never really lets on how it makes him feel when Fitz has relationships with women. We know Fitz gets jealous of the Fool (for litch rally like no reason lol), so with the Fool being much more honest with himself/in general about his love for Fitz and having much more legitimate reason to be jealous, is he? Or is it just something he’s made his peace with, that these women give Fitz something that he cannot? Is he okay with that cos he has to be or does he have a different, less monogamous view of love and relationships (he does have three parents after all). I dunnoooo dude I just have so many questions. Like obviously - OBVIOUSLY - if Fitz and the Fool didn’t have romantic feelings for each other before, there is no doubting that romantic feelings appeared the moment Fitz appeared in the Fool’s hut. Fitz won’t admit that but mere chapters later the Fool is talking about how he loves Fitz in every way so like. He knows. So how does he feel when Fitz is calling out for Molly in his sleep, or openly speaking of seeking her out when all this is over, and lying to the Fool to protect Molly and his daughter. Really makes u think!!!!

Fitz reuniting with Sooty and going to see her every day in Jhaampe is so cuuuute and made me so happy. Sooty is a good girl :’)

Fitz be like *leans against the table where the Fool is carving and watches his fingers at work like a true repressed gay*

Verity is literally so strong???? He submerged himself in skill and was able to pull himself back from the stream can u imagine? Go off king!

Bro I literally can’t with the Fool mentioning Jofron so casually and Fitz immediately thinking wow oh my god they’re definitely fucking oh my god the Fool has a girlfriend - Fitz sweetie calm down

I love how Fitz and the Fool just naturally walk together :))) and Nighteyes babysitting Kettle is so cute

Molly never once says that she misses Fitz. She says she always expected him to do the right thing, to come after her and not leave her alone with a child. But she doesn’t look back on their time together fondly or have much positive to say about him as a person. And all that is fair, but it’s also just… Not really the behaviour of someone who’s been separated from their soulmate. It’s more just someone who’s been left in a shitty position by someone they cared about but hardly knew.

Fitz asking the Fool what is between him and Starling when they’re literally just being civil is sooooo fucking funny. Not everyone finds the Fool as irresistible as you do, Fitz.

The Fool just casually finding a pretext to call Fitz the light of his life

Fitz telling Kettricken firmly that he will not travel if the Fool is ill is one of the only times he ever puts his foot down with her GEE I WONDER WHY

I’ve said it before I’ll say it again…… there really do be something about the way Fitz can’t meet the Fool’s eyes………. It’s not like they’re weird and colourless anymore like they used to be!!!

The Fool already talking about Clerres in this book!

Fitz and the Fool and Nighteyes playing in the stream is too fucking pure omg, it’s what they deserve

And then Starling has to bloody ruin it bc she’s homophobique

But seriously, Fitz actually lets go for the first time in ages and has a nice evening only for Starling to go tattling to Kettricken, and Kettricken having the gall to confront Fitz about it. And then Fitz solves the problem by saying he doesn’t disdain her when like!! He has every right to!!!! She sold him out, sold his daughter out. She never even apologised but instead has just been totally petty and self-righteous and stirring up trouble amongst the group. She hasn’t earned or even asked for his forgiveness. So fitting that she’s the one constantly judging Fitz for his relationship with Lord Golden in Tawny Man lol, she just cannot let Fitz and the Fool be the queer icons they are!!!

Verrrrrrrrrrry interesting that Fitz only “suddenly missed the human warmth and comfort” of Starling taking his arm or sleeping against him literally IMMEDIATELY after the plumbing and love confrontation with the Fool. I mean he has been doing all of those things with the Fool (sleeping together, walking arm in arm etc.) so it’s not about human touch at all, it’s about convincing himself that a WOMAN’S touch is somehow inherently different.

He does the same thing with Starling as with Kettricken. She technically apologises but it’s not sincere and that’s not why he forgives her. Same as Kettricken, she tells her sob story and he can’t hold onto his anger. It makes sense, but it’s just very toxic. It would be nice if at least one person would really recognise how much they’ve hurt Fitz and really, genuinely want to atone for it, or apologise without expecting forgiveness. The onus should not be on Fitz to forgive Starling but on Starling to grow up and not need Fitz to like her in order to remain civil and do what they have to. Also “I do not find your wit bond offensive” has the same energy as someone telling you out of nowhere like “It’s fine that you’re gay :)” like wow thank u?? lol

Fitz is Demisexual, Exhibit C: “I wanted her with a desperation that had nothing to do with love, and even, I believe, little to do with lust.”

“By his love he is betrayed, and his love betrayed also.” So fate agrees with me, Fitz and the Fool are in love? :)

Anytime the potential that Fitz might have to choose between Molly and Nighteyes I lose brain cells. That’s ur brother Fitz!!! It’s not even a choice!! How dare u

It’s just sooooo intentionally laid out for us in this book that Fitz’s relationship with Molly really wasn’t good or healthy and that his fixation on it is misguided, and I think that’s why I struggled sooooo hard with the ending of Fool’s Fate, because it kind of implied the exact opposite. I’m hoping on this reread I will pick up on it being laid out as a result of Fitz getting his memories/teen feelings back rather than it just feeling like a lowkey retcon, but I guess we’ll see lol

“I felt I was a bit in love with him, you know. That sort of lift to the heart.” the confirmation that the Fool KNOWS HOW IT FEELS TO BE IN LOVE sends me deep into the swamps goodbyeeeeeeeeeeee

“The one who loves him best will betray him most foully.” So fate agrees, the Fool loves Fitz best :)

“You do love me! … Before, it was words. I always feared it was born out of pity.” Godddddd Foooooooooool!!!!!!!!!!! 

Everything about Fitz, the Fool and Nighteyes meeting in the skill for the first time is just truly perfect iconic unparalleled.

Fitz’s love for Verity hurts my heart so much. Just think of the relationship they could have had if they weren’t stupid royals.

Kettle’s whole speech about Fitz and Molly… Just yes to every word.

Look I’m just gonna say it… The way Burrich reacts to Molly’s advances … like I know it’s probably not intentional but it just reads as very much fitting in with my headcanon that he is gay. As soon as she makes it clear she wants to sleep with him he like leaps across the room lol. I do believe he cares for her and loves her in his way, but it does feel mostly like he’ll just do whatever he needs to to care for her and the baby.  Sowwy

I wonder why the Fool wasn’t as affected by his giving up of memories to Girl-on-a-Dragon?? Or was he, and he just gets them back before we see him again in Tawny Man?

“Take my hurt that I never knew my father, take my hours of staring up at his portrait when the great hall was empty and I could do so alone.” um this is so fucking sad

It was the Fool who sent Starling to find Fitz after Verity uses his body and again I have to ask, wtf is going on in your mind, Fool!

Fitz is Demisexual, Exhibit D: Even once he actually sleeps with Starling he has no enthusiasm about it, he just kind of goes along with it, likely to prove to himself that he has really let go of his past/Molly. 

I always wonder why the Fool leaves now. Is it because he thinks their work is done and doesn’t want to risk messing things up by hanging around his catalyst like at the end of Tawny Man? Does he intend to come back and find Fitz again but get sidetracked by a lead or a new dream? Like it’s just weird because at first he was like “Prophet and Catalyst stick together” and was gonna stay with Fitz - or was that just an excuse because he was obsessed with Girl-on-a-Dragon? Fool u spicy lil enigma

It’s blood and the wit that wakes the stone dragons so does that mean King Wisdom was witted? Or is that obvious lol

Fitz isn’t even bothered by the Fool’s kiss, just shocked. I am looking.

Patience shouting orders at Verity-as-Dragon is beautiful ksjjk

Of courrrrrssse Burrich names his first son Chivalry

In the epilogue, the Fool is the only one Fitz actually says he misses. Exquisite.

I know some people have an issue with Regal’s death but personally I find it delicious

Okay that’s all (I say as if this wasn’t 139841989 pages long). See y’all in 92 years when my sister finally starts reading Liveship!

[hopesangelsprite]

Denny’s | JJK

Pairing: Waiter!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: (Y/N)’s bestie takes her for a birthday breakfast with a surprise!

If looks could kill, my bestie would be six feet under, and I would be behind bars. At the literal ass crack of dawn, this big fore headed thot had called to wish me a happy 18th birthday. The first thing on her “Bad Bitch Birthday Itinerary” was getting up at 6:00 am on the dot to get ready for breakfast at Denny’s two hours later. Usually, I would’ve declined immediately, but I had nothing else planned anyway. Besides, I got a distinct feeling that something amazing was going to happen today.

So, I pulled myself out of my warm bed, showered, and put on the outfit she’d bought me yesterday. I spent a good thirty minutes detangling and slicking back my 4a curls. Once I’d finished, she came and picked me up before hauling ass to Denny’s where my so-called ‘surprise’ awaited me.

Now I’m contemplating stabbing her with a plastic spoon as she rereads the menu for the fourth time. “Bitch, what are you doing? I know you’re stalling. Have you forgotten that we were born in the same hospital room?!”, I inquire while my glare deepens. She glances up briefly to flick her tongue out at me like a child. My eyes widen in disbelief before I growl out, “Candie Lashay Moore if you don’t start talking, I’m gonna stab you with a spoon!”. Candie looks up at me unfazed. “How the fuck you gon’ stab me with a spoon? A plastic one at that. Make it make sense, honey.”, she says before glancing back and quickly turning back around.

“Act natural. Be normal, hoe, don’t mess this up!”, she whispers threateningly causing my confusion to deepen. Suddenly, a tall shadow is cast over our table. “Welcome to Denny’s, ladies! I’m Jeon Jungkook, and I’ll be your server today! What can I get for you?”, a smooth and cheery male voice quips causing me to look up. Standing over our table is quite possibly the most handsome male I’ve ever laid eyes on.

He’s tall and muscular in build with a thin waist and thick thighs. His skin is lightly tanned, clear, and brighter than my future. His dark hair is parted revealing his forehead and a slit eyebrow. His doe eyes hold mischief, and his uneven but soft-looking lips are pulled into a slight smirk.

“Hi! We’ll be having two pancake breakfasts, please! Right, (Y/N)?”, Candie asks causing me to look away and nod. “Ok! Would you like them with sausage or bacon?”, he inquires whilst whipping out a small notebook to take our order. He sits it down on the table before leaning down and jotting down words. The sudden closeness brings a whiff of his cologne right into my face. It’s a mix of soft vanilla and masculine aftershave. “Sausage for both of them, right?”, Candie says bringing the servers attention to me. Upon the meeting of our eyes, he raises an eyebrow questioningly with a tilt of his head. I nod with wide eyes before glaring at Candie when he ducks his head down to write more.

“Alright! How do you like your eggs?”, he asks with a wider smirk at his seemingly accidental innuendo. “I’d like mine sunny side up, please! How ‘bout you, bestie?”, my soon to be dead best friend asks whilst feigning innocence. I shrug feeling a little surge of confidence. “I dunno. How do you like your eggs, Jungkook?”, I inquire with an innocent smile. He chuckles before his tongue flicks out across his lips. “Fertilized, but I’m not sure you’d want that. We’ve only just met, doll.”, he replies with a teasing lilt. The tiny amount of confidence I had vanished into thin air at his remark.

I clear my throat before squeaking out, “Scrambled will do just fine.”. He nods before jotting down the order and standing tall again. “I’ll be right out with your order in five minutes! Don’t miss me too much!”, he says with a wink in my direction before leaving in the direction of the kitchen.

*TIME SKIP TO AFTER BREAKFAST*

I sigh in contentment as I sip the last of my Sprite. The meal that I had just feasted on was probably the best one I’d have in a while. I look across from me to see Candie looking like the happy fat ass she is. “That shit was bussin’! We gotta come over here more.”, she says and begins rummaging through her Gucci bag. I remember the day she came overexcited and shouting about some hot blonde who’d bought it for her. Four weeks later she introduced me to Kim Taehyung, her brand-new boyfriend who happened to be the son of a wealthy fashion designer. I’d thought he’d be a snob, but he turned out to be one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met.

“Does Tae know you’re out here tryna hook me up with a stranger? He seemed set on introducing me to that boxer friend of his.”, I ask as I lean forward. Candie looks up, gives me a devious smirk, and continues to go through her bag until she pulls out the black card her boyfriend had given her. As if on cue, our hot waiter comes back. “How were your meals, ladies? I hope it was to your satisfaction!”, he says in that oh-so-smooth voice of his. Candie nods and slides him her card and the checkbook. He shakes his head lightly disrupting his dark curls. “No need! This one’s on me. I paid already, so you can’t say no.”, he informs with a cheeky smirk. “How can we repay you? You’ve been so nice to us!”, Candie inquires after wiggling her eyebrows at me.

“Hmmm… there’s not anything I want. Except for your pretty friends’ number.”, he says as his smirk grows. My heart thunders in my chest at his words. “Oh, so he tryna catch these feelings!”, I think as I watch Candie write my number on his notepad. “There we are! Thanks for the meal!”, Candie says as she finishes writing. “No problem! I’ll call you later on, doll. Ok?”, Jungkook asks causing me to nod in response. He smirks, winks for the umpteenth time, and walks away in the direction of another table. Instead of greeting them with cheery smiles, he gives a blank and very dry “Hello, Welcome to Denny’s.”.

I watch in awe causing Candie to roll her eyes and pull me out of my seat. “Come on, bitch! We got more stuff to do today.”, she says pulling me away after I’ve collected my things. Once we’re outside, a very familiar Mercedes Benz pulls into the parking space in front of us. The cars’ window rolls down to reveal a very cheery and familiar blonde. “Did it work, baby?”, Taehyung asks with hope in his voice. Candie nods excitedly before running over to kiss her boyfriend.

“Umm… what the hell is going on?”, I ask in utter confusion. Taehyung grins widely just as Candie had earlier. “Remember that boxer I told you I was going to set you up with. His name is Jeon Jungkook a.k.a that hot waiter that you just got hooked up with!”, he says. Suddenly, a strong arm comes to rest across my shoulder and a deep, familiar voice meets my ears.

“Change of plans, doll. My shift just ended, and you and I are gonna have some fun!”.

(A/N):

HI, y’all! Sorry it took me so long to add another story! This one was kinda random tbh. I got it from a pick up line abt fertilized eggs or sum...

Anyway! I hope u enjoyed this. Please like, share, and comment your thoughts!

[c-c-cherry]

Part Four Headcanons!!

@tyriantyrant​ Father...I’m so sorry this took so long...but it is finally here. The moment has come. 

@jjadegreen​ is and always will be my headcanon buddy and she really took the reins on this one because my stupid mushy brain could barely think of ANYTHING. Go check her out. She makes good shit. If you like headcanons you’ll love her. 

Without further ado, join us on this long-awaited half-crack half-serious journey once more:

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Okuyasu

-He swallowed a spoon. Like...one of those tiny collector spoons...

-Don’t ask me how Okuyasu managed to do this, but he did.

-He was sitting in his room trying to think of something cool he could do in front of Josuke and he was like 

”Bro what if I did some kickass spoon trick” (Yes, he did find a little collector’s spoon at an antique shop and bought it cause it was shiny)

-It did not go well

-He choked on it for like a solid 2 minutes before he FUCKING SWALLOWED IT and sat there for 15 minutes like “oh shit oh fuck-”

-His dad was just watching from the corner like ;-;

-At first he’s like “ahh it’ll be fine, right?”

-”Right?”

-Then he starts thinking about it a bit more and realizes how fucked he probably is

-He COULD call Josuke but he really doesn’t want to explain to him that he not only swallowed a tiny fucking spoon but he also did it while simultaneously trying to think of something cool to do in front of him

-So he doesn’t call Josuke

-Instead he paces around, trying to think of some solution:

Can I throw it back up or something?

Should I like...drink that stuff that makes metal dissolve? That’ll work, right? Shit wait-

Maybe it’ll just turn out okay?

-His chest is on FIRE and he’s absolutely convinced that this is the end for him

-He calls Josuke

-There are tears...many tears

-Our boy Josuke rushes over and starts freaking out because all he knows is “Oku’s hurt” and when he bursts through the door Okuyasu’s just sitting on the couch crying and Josuke’s just “???”

-He’s the most supportive bro tho and sits down on the couch and is like “oh shit bro did you need emotional healing instead? I gotchu either way” :’)

-He reaches over to hug him and Oku jumps back in a panic and screams “NO DUDE DON’T JOSTLE THE SPOON”

”...”

“..the spoon?”

-He tearily explains the spoon

-It ends with Josuke punching the spoon out of him with Crazy Diamond but he found the entire situation so fucking funny because Oku is so fucking mortified

-he swore not to tell a soul and keeps to his word but he buys Oku a tiny spoon every goddamn chance he gets

Rohan

-Most of the time, Rohan does not embarrass himself

-But sometimes our man slips up a bit and most of the time people don’t notice the dumb shit he does cause he’s always doing dumb shit

-But this is different

-Picture an almost empty house...instant ramen wrappers everywhere...alcohol has been consumed…things have been done...

-Rohan thought this was the best time to answer some of his fan’s FAQ’s (he puts them at the end of every new issue)

-He answers most of them fine but once he comes to the “how tall are you?” question his mushy stupid brain decides to put “about ten inches.” (GOD I'M BEGGING YOU IF YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS REFERENCE OPEN GOOGLE AND LOOK UP “how tall is Rohan Kishibe?” PLEASE PLEASE I BEG)

-Just for fun

-Because his editor will just fix it, won’t they? Even if he wakes up the next morning and forgets about it, it could never get past the other stages of publishing, right?

-Wrong.

-It manages to slip past every single stage and before he knows it, the latest issue is out and it says he’s almost a foot tall

-He’s reading the one of the newly published copies at breakfast and SPITS OUT HIS FUCKING LUKEWARM SHITTY TEA

-He calls his publisher and just like “uhhh...hey...what the actual fuck guys?” and apparently NONE Of THEM NOTICED??

-They swipe them off the shelves and re-edit them but by now its far too late

-Josuke and Okuyasu have already made jokes about squishing him

-He gets fanart of him being the size of a pencil (which he’s convinced are also done by Josuke and Okuyasu)

-The banned issue where Rohan discloses his supposed “true height” is a novelty collectors item in the manga community now

-This is Rohan’s legacy now. This is how he will be remembered

Josuke

-He wanted to be super edgy when he was around 14

-And what better way to be an edgy 14 year old than with cigarettes??

-The problem is that he’s a literal fucking dumbass and doesn’t know how they work

-Like at all

-He somehow gets his hands on a pack and tries to do it in front of his friends to impress them

-He doesn’t light it. He just...sucks on it??

-He sucks really hard on the unlit cigarette while all of his friends watch and there’s this really long silence and all of them are thinking “yeah is this actually how it works though?”

-Josuke’s like “waitwaitwait I can make smoke come out of it watch” and sucks way too hard on it and IT GETS LODGED IN HIS FUCKING WINDPIPE

-He starts choking because he really really, doesn’t wanna swallow this thing and all of his friends are like “OH SHIT SHIT”

-There’s always that one homie who knows the Heimlich maneuver and on that day, the Heimlich is maneuvered.

-He coughs up a wet cigarette covered in nasty throat juices and his mouth tastes like shit

-He’s still totally shocked about what just happened and just kinda starts laughing but everyone can tell that its forced

-Everyone forgets about it and he’s too embarrassed to tell a soul but the Heimlich kid and him make eye contact in the hallways sometimes and he’s always reminded of that fateful day

-This is the soul reason why Josuke never smoked in high school and probably never will again

Koichi

-This might seem off topic to start but please just bear with me.

-why, for any reason, does Koichi know who joseph is??? Joseph is an American Real Estate agent. Why would a 15 year old Japanese kid be like “oh yeah that famous real estate agent Joseph Joestar”???

-well I present to you the most top tier headcanon: Koichi is a real estate fanboy.

-he planned to be a real estate agent before getting wrapped up into stand shenanigans

-But, being 15 and having REAL ESTATE as one of your biggest interests is not something you really want people knowing, especially considering the fact Koichi is a huge nerdy real estate fanboy for Josuke’s DAD.

-He buys these real estate magazines made for 45 year old men like once a week. They are what he looks forward to every week.

-one time Josuke and Oku come visit and see a magazine on Koichi's bed.

-He totally panics and dives for the magazine and tries to hide it, acting all nervous.

-Josuke and Oku immediately assume it’s a… y’know, NSFW, not for kids magazine.

-Because why would koichi need to be embarrassed about any other kind of magazine?

-So antics ensue of Josuke and Oku pestering koichi about the magazine, teasing him and begging to know what he was hiding

-after a few days, Koichi begrudgingly admits that the magazine is the “SPECIAL JOSEPH JOESTAR INTERVIEW ISSUE” which he bought 3 years ago and has reread countless times.

-Okuyasu laughs really hard and Josuke is like “...you mean my dad.....” and koichi wants to DIE

-They buy him real estate merchandise for his 16th birthday and EVERYONE thinks it’s some kind of joke gift but koichi is internally grateful

Jotaro

-Jotaro is not very good during social situations. That is very obvious.

-but when he hears that Koichi got a girlfriend, he decides he wants to be a cool…uncle? Nephew? Father figure? Mentor?

-so one day, Koichi and Jotaro are chatting while they go on a walk and Yukako walks by

-Koichi blushes and waves at her, she waves too

-Jotaro thinks, ‘alright. Time to show koichi I’m a cool guy’

-as Yukako walks away, Jotaro nudges koichi and sorta smirks

-Jotaro forget a few very important things about himself and Koichi:

-first of all, Koichi is so short, attempting to nudge the kid ended in Jotaro violently jabbing his elbow into Koichi’s skull

-Jotaro is much stronger than he thinks and Koichi, while he can take a hit, is very much weaker than Jotaro

-so an attempt at a simple nudge ends in Koichi being jabbed in the skull, flung into the road by the force of the hit, and hitting his head, hard, on the cement.

-needless to say Jotaro called and ambulance and Yukako tried to literally murder Jotaro

-He ended up with a mild concussion, but no long term damage.

-Jotaro is Not Good At Words so he apologizes in weird awkward ways like buying koichi stuff, quietly handing him 5,000 yen at random times, taking him out on the town, etc...

-Koichi keeps insisting it was an accident and he’s alright, but Jotaro feels AWFUL

-He NEVER lives that moment down in his mind

-It’ll be 2008 and Jotaro is visiting and he’ll just look the newly married koichi in his tiny eyes and say “hmhghggggg is your head ok”

-and koichi is like “IT WAS 9 YEARS AGO MR JOTARO PLEASE”

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That was a wild ride I’m so sorry

Did ya’ll have a favourite? I gotta say, real estate Koichi is just...Jade, thank you for that...

Have you seen our embarrassing part 5 headcanons yet? If not, go check that out!

[vanrouqe]

hi hi!! first off i wanna thank u for feeding me ace crumbs...i keep rereading the ones u have up and i keep going 🥺💓💘💕 everytime,, since u opened up reqs, i hope u dont mind if i req for an ace scenario where he and reader were just chilling out together and were sitting in a comfortable silence when reader just says "hey ace? i love u" for the first time? thank u sm in advance :D

mod says: when i tell you my heart went 923 bpm and lost sleep because of how excited i was to do this request. anon, your kind words are forever engraved in my heart!! also, i hope you enjoy this :D

"Oi, Kantokusei! Wake up already" You were practically tugged awake from your sleep.

You let out a groan as you were forced to sit up straight, prying away your hands from the person in question as you rubbed sleepiness away from your eyes.

You let your eyes adjust to your surroundings, as you saw Ace open the windows of your bedroom curtains. You hissed at the sudden brightness.

"What are you doing here?" You asked incredulously.

"Less talking, more walking. Breakfast is gonna get cold." He nags, completely avoiding your question as he scoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style.

It was useless to protest, so you let him. "You didn't answer my question." You mumble, adjusting your arms over his neck and that's when you noticed, Ace didn't have his make up on.

It was a small detail you've come to memorize, as your mind adjusted to reality or at least remember why he was here, casually playing house.

Then you remembered.

Right. There were two days left days before school starts again and it has become a routine for Ace to come back to school—to spend time with you which was as you would have guessed synonymous to annoying you.

By the time you two reached the kitchen, Grim was already finishing up his breakfast. "I gotta say Ace, that was delicious. Even my henchman can't prepare something this delicious, yanno!" He says, patting his stomach.

"Heh, thanks" Ace grins, as he settles you down the empty chair, snapping his fingers as a plate filled with tuna sandwiches hovers over the air before it lands infront of you, all the while giving Grim a pointed look.

Grim dismissively waved a hand over your direction, "Anyways, the Great Grim is gonna practice Magift. Gotta stay in shape, yanno!" He chuckles before sneaking to steal a sandwich before dashing out through the back door.

"Break a leg!" You call out, rolling your eyes before turning your attention over the plate of sandwiches.

-

"So, did you enjoy breakfast? Ace asks, as he helped you clear the table.

You hummed in response, taking the plates from both his hands before placing them in the sink, along with the other utensils Ace had used to make breakfast.

"You're awfully clingy today" You chuckle, feeling his arm snake around your waist as he rested his chin over your shoulder.

"Am I?" Ace hums, nuzzling his face over the crook of your neck before he let go.

"Yeah. What gives?" You purse your lips, as you turned your head to an angle, nudging your nose against his cheek.

There was a pause before Ace chuckles, "Oh, no reason."

"Anyways I'm gonna play Magift with Grim." He adds, giving your cheek a kiss, leaving you dumbfounded.

"What was that all about?" You mumble to yourself as you watched Ace's retreating figure, before you continued washing the dishes.

-

The rest of the day was like any ordinary day, except for the fact that whenever you would glance at Ace, he would have caught your eye and would either throw you a wink or blow you a kiss.

It really shouldn't have bothered you, but your boyfriend who wasn't inherently handsy, was looking at you as if he's been struck by cupid's love arrow, falling in love with you all over again.

Maybe it was his new way of annoying you? You wondered to yourself. You snapped out your thoughts, when you heard the bedroom door open.

Speaking of the devil

"Kantokusei, let's go on a picnic" Ace suggests, plopping over the space next to you.

"Picnic? Like? Right now?" You repeated, growing more confused by the turn of events.

"Yeah! C'mon we only have two days left before school starts, let's at least make something out of it." He gave you a lopsided grin.

-

If there was one thing you could describe Ace, it would have been unpredictable. Though maybe unpredictable wasn't the right word.

You knew he would have something up in his sleeve, yet you still can't believe you would get caught offguard by it.

"So? How did you know about this place?" You huffed, picking out the leaves that managed to get stuck on your hair as Ace eagerly started laying out the picnic blanket.

"My older brother told me about it! I don't know if its ideal for a picnic, but hey we'll find out for ourselves" He throws you a smile over his shoulder.

Half an hour ago, you thought that Ace had planned the picnic somewhere in the Rose Maze.

That was until, he made no signs of stopping, treading a path within the maze, before he made a detour along the bushes.

Was it all worth it? You wondered as you occasionally felt thorns graze your arms as Ace led you deeper within the bushes, until you found a clearing.

"C'mon we don't got all day" He pats the space next to him.

"Please tell me we're not going back through those bushes" You sighed, feeling your legs giving in as you took up the space next to him.

"Heh, sorry about that" Ace gave you a sheepish smile, picking out a stray rose petal that was stuck on your hair.

You let out another sigh, before ruffling Ace's hair, "Why do I even put up with you?"

-

The picnic was, needless to say, one of the best one's you've ever had.

Ace's cherry tart was sweet, made sweeter by the fresh cherries he had brought back from the Rose Kingdom.

"So, how was it?" Ace asked, wiping the crumbs on the corner of your lips.

"It's delicious! Don't tell Trey but I think this has to be the best cherry tart I have ever tasted in a while." You smile, taking another spoonful of tart. "The cherries just melt in your mouth."

"You can never go wrong with a family recipe" Ace smiles proudly.

Time seem to past by when you're having fun as you spent a good hour talking about Ace's home country, the Rose Kingdom.

With stuffed faces, plates and utensils discarded to the side the both of you lay on the blanket, your arm loosely draped over Ace's waist as the both of you watched the sun beginning to set.

"Which reminds me" Ace starts, reaching out both of his hands outward before snapping his fingers, as light and sparks started to dance along his fingers, resembling sparklers.

Ace cheats a glance over your direction before he snaps his fingers once more, the tiny sparks began bursting into colorful heart patterns.

You stared in awe, reaching to take both his hands over yours. "How did you do that?" You looked over at Ace.

"Just a trick my brother taught me" He shrugged nonchalantly, snapping his fingers once again, igniting a spark that illuminated your face.

"Did you like our picnic date?" Ace asked, striking up a casual conversation as you two started packing up.

"I have to admit it, I never thought of you to go all out like this." You gestured, as you dusted yourself up before proceeding to fold the picnic blanket.

"Well, I did promise to take you with me during our breaks, but the Headmaster always finds an excuse to assign you to look after the school."

"So, I thought why not just bring the fun here? It took a lot of attempts to get the mini fireworks trick" Ace continues, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"But don't think too much about it, yeah? I just wanted to fulfill my promise." He added hastily, as he took the other end of the blanket, helping you fold it.

You let Ace ramble, clearly he was having his moment. Eventually silence fell on the both of you.

"Hey, Ace?" You were the first to break the silence, walking over to close the distance between the both of you.

Ace hums in response, looking over at you as you leaned over close enough that your lips brushed against his.

"I love you" you whispered before pulling him in for a thank you kiss.

It would have been the first time you've said those three words, as the two of you pulled away from each other, catching your breaths.

Did I really say that? Was this the right time to say it? Or was it at the heat of the moment? Should I take it back? What if Ace doesn't say it back? Your thoughts were in a frenzy.

Though you worry was all for a naught as Ace pulls you in for another kiss, "I can't believe you beat me to it."

[marveloussupernerd]

Are your requests open? If not, feel free to ignore this and have a great day! Otherwise, would you be willing to write a part two of the 707 one with a sick MC? I think it would be hella cute if Seven caught the cold that MC had and she has to return the favor? I totally headcanon that feverish/sick 707 would forget all about his "I'm dangerous stay away" mentality and become a clingy human magnet! I just think it would be so cute and if you don't write it, I respect your wishes! loliloveyoubye

They sure are! Sorry it took a while to get to this, school and all. You’re so sweet anon I love writing for y’all it’s no inconvenience at all ❤️ and ily2!! ALSO I reread the seven w sick Mc and wow thank you all for tolerating my incorrect use of your/you’re and to/too. I swear I know the difference but at night I think I’m too tired to notice LMAO

Sick Seven

Summary: Defender of Justice never gets sick! Until... he does. Luckily he has you to take care of him.

You had finally gotten over your cold, thank goodness. It had taken a bit to fully recover, but now you were feeling great. It was the weekend, the sun was out... it was the perfect day for a picnic date with Seven. You decided to call him to check his schedule. He picked up on the second ring.

“Hello?” His voice was muffled.

“Hi Babe! What are you up to?” You asked, twirling a piece of hair between your fingers.

“Oh... I’m still in bed.”

“Still in bed?” You questioned. “Do you not have any work?”

“No, I’m-“ he broke out into a fit of coughs. “I’m sick.”

He really didn’t sound well. “I thought the Defender of Justice had an immune system of steel or whatever,” you commented, quoting him from the week prior when he took care of you.

“I was wrong.”

He never gave in that easily. “Wow... you really are sick.” You put the cute outfit you had planned back and grabbed some sweatpants and a t-shirt. “I’ll be over in a half hour, Baby.”

“Okay,” he sniffled. “Thank you.”

You made a quick stop at the store to grab some food, medicine, and tissues. Seven never stocked up on things like that, so you figured it was better to be safe and get extra. Still, you kept your promise and got there in 30 minutes.

“Please state your name.” The door instructed you. You hated this security system. You called Seven. Three times, no answer. He must be asleep. You called Saeran.

“Hello?” He answered. He sounded extremely confused.

“Hi Saeran. I’m at the front door; you mind letting me in?”

Within a few seconds, the door opened. Saeran grabbed a few bags from your arms and helped you carry them in. “I’m glad you came,” he admitted, looking down at the groceries you had brought. “He’s been pretty pitiful.”

You giggled. “I’ll try and whip him into shape. Thanks Saeran.”

You made your way into his bedroom. He... wasn’t there? His bed was disheveled, but no Seven. You went back to the living room. He wasn’t on the couch either. Next you went to the office area. There he was, sleeping in his chair.

“Seven,” you whispered. He didn’t move. “Seven,” you shook him slightly this time.

His eyes peeked open and he groaned. “So tired... so sick.”

“Hi Love.” You ran a hand through his hair, messing it up a little more than it already was, then kissed the top of his head. “Let’s get you to bed. We can’t have you sleeping on your chair.”

“Thanks for coming,” he grumbled, his voice tired and miserable. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Okay, so bed. What do you want me to do? You want medicine? Tea? Soup? Tissues? Cuddles? Heating pad? Ice pack?”

“All.”

“At once?” You questioned. He nodded. “I’ll... try my best. Have you taken any medicine yet?@

“Some Advil a few hours ago.” He shrugged. You grabbed his arm and helped him up.

“No wonder you feel so awful. I bought some cold medicine for you. Let’s take it and then I’ll start the soup.” He grabbed onto your hand as you walked, leading him to the kitchen where you had set all the bags. You popped out a pill from the cold medicine package, pushing it his way with a glass of water.

Seconds after swallowing the pill, he made his way to wrap his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He... wouldn’t get off. “Seven. I’ve gotta make the food.”

“Make it with me right here.” His voice muffled from the fabric of your shirt.

“I don’t want you standing around too much. You need to rest.” Maybe your sympathy had gotten to him, because he hesitantly let go and left the room. You heard a curse muttered followed by a crash. Didn��t sound like he let it go.

“Seven let me-“ you stopped your sentence as you saw him carrying his rolling desk chair.

“Oh perfect. I’m too week. Will you bring that to the kitchen?” He gave you puppy dog eyes and you sighed, grabbing the chair from him.

Once in the kitchen, he plopped down on the chair and moved back behind you, arms wrapping where they earlier were and his head now resting against your back.

You did a test movement to go get the carrots. He simply wheeled around behind you, never letting go. “Problem solved.” He muttered.

You got to work preparing the soup. As you were cutting carrots, Saeran came in. He took one glance at Seven and sighed. “How do you deal with him?”

“I’m right here!” Seven replied, faking sounding insulted.

“He’s perfect.” You set down the knife and rested a hand on one of his own wrapped around your waist. “Extra affectionate today, but perfect.”

“How can I help it seeing you so domestic today? You’re so cute making soup and taking care of me.” He snuggled closer against you waist. “Stay the night tonight? Pretty please?”

“Of course I will. Lots of cuddles. Taking care of you.”

When the soup was finished, he sat at the table eyeing you expectantly. Saeran had a bowl himself.

“I’m not feeding you your soup,” you commented.

Seven let out a whine. An audible whine. “But I fed you your soup Baby. Pleaseeee!”

“I think he’s regressed back to being a child,” Saeran joked. The two of you laughed. Seven was not entertained.

“Eat your own soup like a big boy. Then we’ll cuddle in bed.” You sounded like a mom telling her kid to eat their vegetables. Sick Seven was something else.

“Throw in a kiss and I’ll eat it myself.”

“On the cheek.” You bartered. He frowned. “I don’t wanna get sick again. Just got over it.” You reminded him.

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically, which caused him to cough some more. He began stuffing spoonfulls into his mouth.

“Slow down!” You warned.

“Can’t.” Soup dribbled down his chin. “Your cooking is so good. When are you moving in again? I could eat your food all day.”

“Why don’t we talk about this when one of us isn’t sick?” You suggested. Seemed like a simple suggestion, but Seven was so eager to have you nice in, and then he got sick right after you recovered.

“‘Kay.” He picked up the bowl and slurped the broth. “All done. Kisses and cuddles.” He got up and dragged you up with him.

“Thanks for the soup!” Saeran called as you were dragged into the bedroom.

Seven made his way to bed, a little more pep in his step due to the medicine and soup. He pulled you toward him a little too hard, sending you toppling into the blankets. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You got under the blankets, leaning forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. He took off his glasses, setting them on the nightstand.

“You are staying the night, for sure right?” He asked, flipping over to face you.

“Of course. If that’s what you want.”

“You know what I want?” He winked at you. You sighed. “For you to be the big spoon.”

That was a request you could handle. Seven settled in your arms. You rested your chin on his head, him curled up beneath you. “Good?” You asked.

“Perfect. Feels so safe. Night.”

You chuckled. “Good night. Love you Sevem.”

“Love you too...” he was drifting to sleep already “...Honey.” He was so cute in your arms. Granted, such a pain in the ass, but it was almost worth it when you got to see him resting peacefully.