#i had a banana earlier at least…

[wooahaes]

something something getting lovingly scolded by jeonghan bc ur sick and trying to do things when hes Right There and going to take care of u so just let him take care of you now

[haunted-xander]

For what do you live?

[chrisevansonly]

Some Extra Goodies

charles leclerc x female reader

summary: you are the master at sneaking things into the grocery kart, only this time…someone is watching

warnings: none very fluffy and domestic charles

a/n: thank you all for the cute little ideas i’m gonna work through them, i hope you enjoy these little blurbs!!

Grocery shopping was something you and Charles loved to do together, ever since you moved in together, and even when you both still lived in your respective homes; it was a tradition for you two almost.

Another thing you were good at was sneaking extras into the cart, whether it was your favourite candies or a little package of double chocolate chip cookies, luckily enough for you Charles never seemed to notice.

Until today.

“Chérie, what kind of apples do you want this week?”

You hummed for a second, having just sneakily added a package of cookies to the cart, your eyes then moving up to look at your fiancé who narrowed his stare onto you.

“Oh um let’s just get the honey crisp again! Those were really good last time”

Charles didn’t say anything before grabbing a few apples and placing them into your little fabric fruit bag, the bag you’d started to force him to use to avoid all the plastic use.

“Okay, we just need milk and then we are good to go”

Nodding you hooked your arm through Charles’s and walked towards the dairy section, not before subtly grabbing a pack of gummy bears and trying to hide them under the bushel of banana’s that had just been laid down minutes earlier.

It wasn’t until after you’d gotten the milk and some yogurt that Charles stopped by the cash register, a slight smirk on his face.

“So are we forgetting anything?” he asked softly

“Nope, everything is checked off on the list!”

“Really?”

You raised a brow looking at him and shrugged, showing him the crumpled up grocery list

“Yeah, see I checked it all off…is there something we’re forgetting?”

“Well I just noticed something funny…”

Charles kept his eyes on you, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pulled out the cookies, gummy bears and the little box of truffles you’d slipped into the cart.

“It’s funny because I didn’t see these on the list…”

“What! Oh well how did they get in there! Must have flown off the shelf!”

Charles couldn’t hold his laugh back at your fake shock, it was something he loved about you, how you’d get so animated and pretend as if you didn’t do something: you both knew you most definitely did.

“So I didn’t see you sneakily place these in the cart over our trip here?”

“Charles! I think you’re seeing things, should we go see a doctor?”

Biting back a smile you tried hard not to crack nor laugh, but as Charles pulled you in for a hug and pressed a kiss to your forehead, you sighed, finally breaking.

“Alright…you caught me…i just wanted some sweets…”

“Well you didn’t have to sneak them mon amour..”

You shrugged

“It’s more fun that way! Plus you never notice!”

At the look on thé Monégasque’s face your mouth dropped open

“You’ve known?!”

“Every year since we started dating…”

Now it was your time to laugh, all of this time you’d thought he’d never noticed your additions to the weekly groceries, when in reality he’d known everytime for the past 5 years.

“Let’s just say don’t become a spy…you’re not very good at hiding things”

“Hey!”

Pressing one last kiss to your forehead the two of you made your way to the cash to check out and pack all of your things up to go home. Even if you weren’t a good spy, and Charles did know when you snuck extras in, he’d never say anything, in fact he loved that you did it.

Because half the time, he’d want the same sweets as you, he’d just never admit it….not now at least.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Pregnant II

Hardersson x Baby!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Pernille's pregnancy

During the first month, you're about the size of a poppy seed.

Pernille's fine on her own during this period. She has a little bit of spotting and feels a bit more tired than usual but she's mainly okay. Since the announcement, her teammates have been more careful on the pitch with her.

Everyone knows that the risk of miscarrying is higher before the third month so they all take care not to knock into her as much or, at least, to not hit her head on.

Magda, it seems, is the only one completely stressed out of her mind. She sends regular texts to check in with Pernille. She calls every day (once in the morning and once in the evening).

If she didn't have commitments in England then Pernille's sure that Magda would have flown over daily.

By the second month, you're the size of a kidney bean.

The symptoms have gotten a little worse by now. The tiredness has been replaced by sore breasts and the spotting by morning sickness. It's still manageable and Pernille doesn't even think to tell Magda until she misses a morning call in favour of hunching over the toilet and spewing out her guts.

"Her heart's developing now," Magda's voice comes through the phone, echoing around the tiled walls of Pernille's bathroom," And her brain too. Do you think she'll be smart? I think she'll be smart."

"We don't know if it's a girl yet, Magda," Pernille says. She's still leaning against the toilet but Magda's voice is safe and soothing.

"I know it's a girl," Magda replies, an air of finality in her tone," A little Pernille."

"She's your egg. She'll be a little Magda."

Pernille can hear the smile in Magda's voice as she replies," I made you admit she's a girl."

At the end of month three, you're the same size as a lime.

The morning sickness is extremely bad now and Magda even flies out when she hears from Nilla that Pernille had thrown up on the side of the pitch one morning.

"This brings back memories," Magda quips as she holds Pernille's hair back.

"Of what?"

"Crazy parties in our youth."

"We're still young, Magda. Becoming parents doesn't automatically make us old," Pernille sits up and takes the washcloth from her partner.

"Yeah, but we're more mature now. No more crazy parties and throwing up."

"None recently," Pernille corrects. She smiles for a moment before hunching over the toilet bowl again.

Magda rubs her back. "I've taken a few weeks off," She says," You keep getting sick."

"Magda-"

"No, I've already made my decision. International break is soon anyway. Our next match isn't too difficult. They don't really need me."

Pernille can't find it in herself to argue about it much, with the way that she sags against the wall and stays within arm's length of the toilet.

Magda kisses her stomach. "You're making your Momma sick," She says," You've got to leave her alone. You're still growing in there."

At month four, you're around the size of an avocado.

The morning sickness has stopped completely now but the soreness in her breasts doesn't subside at all.

It's completely coincidental when, one evening as she's changing her shirt, Pernille catches the sight of herself in the mirror.

She's got a baby bump now.

Instantly, her hand goes to touch it, as if she could feel exactly where you are.

She takes a picture and sends it to Magda.

She can see that it's been read but Magda doesn't reply for hours until finally...

MAGDA ❤️ you look so beautiful that's my new lockscreen

It's month five. You're the same length as a banana.

She could have found out earlier but Pernille waits until Magda can make the trip to find out your gender.

"A girl." Magda is still convinced as they sit in the waiting room, her hand stroking over Pernille's knuckles. "I know she's a girl."

"We'll see."

Pernille feels a bit vindictive so has the doctor write your gender on a scrap of paper, folds it up and hands it to Frido (who has come to visit).

"Huh?" Frido says as she looks down at the scunched-up ball of paper.

"You're in charge of that," Pernille says," Magda doesn't see it, she doesn't take it before the gender reveal."

"You guys are planning a gender reveal?"

Pernille shakes her head. "No. You are."

By month six, you're as big as an ear of corn.

You move around a lot now and Pernille never forgets the look on Magda's face when, one evening, Pernille grasps her hand and places it over her swollen stomach.

You kick almost every day and Pernille rubs her stomach softly as Frido hands her and Magda a knife.

"I bought cake," Frido proclaims," Because this is a celebration and you can't go wrong with cake."

Someone (Pernille's not sure who) on the Wolfsburg team rolls it out.

"If it's blue, it's a boy. If it's pink, it's a girl," Frido explains even though it really didn't need explaining. She's taking her role as future moster very seriously and it's slightly amusing.

"It'll be pink," Magda says," I know it will."

Frido rolls her eyes. "Then cut it. But...just wait until the camera's on. Okay! Ready? Ready!"

Magda's hand is warm around Pernille's, who is holding the knife in her own. They make two cuts into the cake, one after the other, and then pull out the slice.

"A girl," Pernille says softly, smiling as her team celebrates around her. She looks up at Magda, whose eyes are glistening with unshed tears.

"A girl."

Month seven and the only thing different is now you're the size of a large aubergine.

Her doctor has said that you can hear now so she spends countless nights with a pair of headphones on her stomach, playing voice notes Magda has sent throughout the day for you.

It's amusing. They're mostly nonsense, Magda just talking about her day and all the things she looks forward to doing with you but it's incredibly sweet and Pernille ends up crying every time.

Month eight comes around and now you're the same size as a cabbage.

Pernille's back aches more than ever and you enjoy sitting on her bladder so she has to take a bathroom break more often.

The highlight of the month comes when Magda comes over and lifts her bump, allowing Pernille to sag against her and feel slightly weightless for a little bit.

At month nine, you're the same as a head of lettuce.

She and Magda have been arguing over names for months now. There's a list pinned to the fridge and each of them takes a lot of pride in crossing out the other's suggestions in healthy competition.

Your last name is still up for debate too, as is your middle (but, somehow, Frido's gotten in on that action and has been texting Pernille suggestions for weeks now).

Pernille's having trouble getting to sleep too and you get more active than before. Rather than kicking though, it's your little fists thumping against her stomach (something that, many years in the future, she will tell Zećira was you foreshadowing).

Her doctor told her it was normal but it's still a bit disconcerting to see the tiny imprints of your even tinier fingers poking from the inside out.

By month ten (and Pernille hates that she's been lied to and pregnancy does not, in fact, end in the ninth month), you're the same size as a pumpkin.

She feels ready to pop but restless at the same time.

Magda's meant to be flying out later today but Pernille is in desperate need of some fresh air so she pulls on some clothes and gets herself ready to head to the Wolfsburg grounds.

[mikkomacko]

could we get a blurb where one of the boys are sick and reader takes care of them? then maybe mob boss nico comes home to reader babying the sick boy and is so endeared by the interaction that he envisions what it would be like to raise a family with reader.

“Jack is sick today,” is all Luke said when he texted Nico this morning. The younger Hughes brother showed up for his shift of restocking the bar supply room for the day and then left for his turn patrolling the streets.

Nico assumed it meant Jack was at home, probably just sleeping and ordering soup and crackers to the loft. Maybe he’d see him in the morning.

But when he decided to call the day early and strolled into his house, he was stopped by the sight of an extra body lying on his couch.

“Easy day?” Timo asks him, emerging from the kitchen with a banana in hand. Nico looks at him, then back at the living room.

“Tired, wanted to come home.” He explains, nodding in confusion to the only thing visible: the pair of feet hanging over the arm rest. “Who’s that?”

He snorts. “Who do ya think?”

Moving closer into the living room, your figure comes into view. Perched on the edge of the couch, you’re looking down at whoever is lying before you with warm and comforting eyes, eyebrows pulled in concern.

Nico isn’t surprised when he gets to the edge of the couch and finds Jack wrapped in a thick blanket, hair sprawled out on the memory foam pillow from one of the guest rooms.

“Hey Schoa,” You’re stroking through Jack’s hair, fingers tender and slow as you greet him. “You’re home early.”

He hums, looking around at the tissue box and vapo-rub on the the coffee table, the red Gatorade on the floor where Jack can reach it, a humidifier bubbling in the corner, and Happy Gilmore on the tv.

“Playing doctor?” He teases, only half joking. You look up at him, fingers pausing and that concerned look you wore earlier softens.

“Pretty good at it, don’t ya think?”

Nico laughs quietly, but agrees. Smiling proudly, you peer back down at Jack, smoothing your thumb over the dark bags under his sleeping eyes and then placing the back of your hand to his forehead.

“How’s he doing?” Nico asks when you frown in disappointment.

You shrug. “Ok, he’s got a fever still but at least he’s not throwing up and crying anymore.”

Nico makes a face. “How’d that work out for you?”

You glance at him, an unamused look on your face as you do so. “Had to get over my fear of vomit eventually right?”

Accepting the answer, Nico watches you for a moment. The gentle way you touch Jack’s face and move his hair, how sweet your gaze is as you examine the sleeping boy as if looking for anything physically wrong with him.

Motherly, he realizes. You look so motherly and protective watching over him like that, and it makes something in Nico’s heart throb.

You had told him you don’t know if you’ll ever want kids, that it’s something you haven’t put a lot of thought into. And he’s fine with that because he hasn’t either.

But if you ever decide it’s something you want, Nico will give it to you a hundred times over. And those kids will be the luckiest little ones in the world to have a mother like you.

“Hey,” he says softly, and you look over at him. “C’mere.” You take the hand he holds out to you, moving around the edge of the couch and into his arms.

Nico lowers his head, capturing your lips in a sweet and soft kiss. Your hands find the back of his neck, holding him gently.

“What was that for?” You whisper when he pecks kisses to your cheeks and nose.

“I don’t need a reason to kiss you.” Nico replies, not knowing how to explain to you that he thinks you look so good in the role of a mother. The last thing he wants is to freak you out.

“No you don’t,” you giggle, playing with his hair.

Pleased, he nips playfully at your lips again.

“Come take a shower with me?”

You purse your lips like you’re thinking about it, outweighing the pros and cons, and he rolls his eyes in annoyance. Tugging on his hair, you grin.

“Let me wake Jack up for another dose of medicine and I’ll meet you up there, ok?”

Nico wants to complain, wants to whine that Timo can do it and just come up with him now please but he doesn’t. You seem to enjoy fawning over Jack, to be taking care of him and he knows the kid can use some of that.

He’s a far way from his own mother and from what Luke has told everyone, Jack is one hell of a mama’s boy.

So he agrees instead, letting you go so you can crouch back down by the couch and he heads for the stairs.

“Jack,” he hears you coo, and he pauses on the bottom step to listen to you. “Need you to get up for a sec, darling.”

That part in his heart throbs again, sending butterflies throughout his stomach and warmth to his cheeks. Continuing up the stairs, Nico tries to imagine what sweet pet names you’d use for your own babies on day.

[haruhar-u]

“A rose upon you”

Rook x g/n reader, fluff

A/N: damn this is finished earlier than I thought it’s be finished. I did struggle to write his dialogue so I apologize if it’s ooc

edited but not beta read

The first day, it was a red rose that smells vaguely of apples. Then it was a box of your favourite chocolates. The rose had a velvety garnet bow with gold trim around the edges. In gold embroidery was the initial "R.H." Seriously, who is this admirer of yours? You sat on the couch in Ramshackle’s lounge, holding the two items in your hands. Oh, Ace was there too. Your flaming tuna cat and Deuce were out buying snacks at Sam’s. 

"Oooh,” Ace cooed at you in a teasing manner, almost like when in elementary school a boy and a girl get called to the board together, or even in the same group, for that matter.

“Shut up.” You elbowed Ace in the ribcage, not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough for him to get the message at least. You looked closely at the ribbon around the rose, softly tracing your finger over the embroidered initials. Ugh. Everything this person did made your heart race. You weren’t even sure you could think straight.

“Yo, look.” Ace pointed out the embroidered initials. "Obviously, that could be Rook Hunt…..he’s the only one crazy enough to do this anyway.” 

Rook Hunt….? The vice of Pomefiore. You will admit the two of you have gotten oddly close as of recently. He’d always try to help you with your work and would suggest you two go to the oddest places together. Such as the woods. At 3am. Why????

“I’m gonna go on a….walk?” You tell Ace and get off the couch and put on your fuzzy jacket and boots. You all but gently open the door. The icy winter air blasts on your face as you step out, snow crunching under your boot.

You don’t have to trek out much further until you hear someone call out “mon trickster” from the bushes. At this point, you’re not going to question why he was in your bushes in the first place.

“Were you the one behind... well, all this?" You ask bluntly, approaching him with the rose in hand. He steps out to hold the rose in his hand, gazing at the ribbon.

“Of course it was me. I thought you needn’t have to put much thought into it!!” He says all dramatically. “-Name- do you accept my confession of love??”

Your name instead of a nickname in French?! Does that mean he’s more serious than you originally thought? You take a moment to think about it. After all that happened in Styx, the Pomefiore vice was with you every step of the way. He always made sure to check on you to make sure you’re okay, both physically and mentally. Sometimes it’d be by tapping on your window at 3 a.m., but that was his way of showing affection. “I do.” You say when you finally come to an agreement with yourself.

“Magnifique!” He grabs your hand abruptly, causing your heart to skip a beat. “I have so much for you to witness.” He pulls you off into the nearby forest, presumably to read you some poetry. The snow-capped trees looked a lot more inviting with him by your side. Forever and always.

Taglist : @xen-blank @krenenbaker @edith-is-apparently-a-cat @whspermy-name @the-banana-0verlord

[monochrome-stars]

was talking with a mutual earlier (you know who you are.) and peopleeeeee. post game. i know siffrin deals with a lot of shit mentally and psychologically and emotionally but lets not forget the physical aspects that affect them

the constant feelings of hunger that cannot be satiated, the lack of sleep from looping and just not sleeping, the fact that i dont think siffrin has drunk a thing of water in over at least 30 loops, the lasting pain from previous loops (banana, anyone?)

theres so much that siffrin wont be able to immediately bounce back from and two hats no doubt exacerbates everything even further. buddy has been dealing with all the shit i just listed plus headaches and the world falling apart and constantly fighting. they were so weak in act 5 that isa had to support them and basically carry them to the head housemaiden before siffrin decided to use EVEN MORE ENERGY on the fight

tldr: i dont see enough post game sif dealing with the physical affects of the loops and i feel like we need more of siffrin being forced to recover from that shit

[luboy7rt]

What Animal Los Vaqueros (+ Valeria)   Would Randomly Bring Home To You (GN - Headcanons)

(Note: This is just what I (My headcanons), enjoy reading!)(Could be seen as Platonic, Romantic?) (GN Reader) (Alejandro, Rodolfo and Valeria)

Alejandro Vargas 

- Where did Alejandro find a literal donkey? Neither of you knew, even Alejandro himself didn't know as he walks through the front door, his arms crossed as he watched the donkey peek her head into the kitchen window, pushing her face up against it to see in.

- When Alejandro spots you, his eyes open a bit wide as he bit his inner cheek, before scrambling to make an excuse. He came up with nothing and just admitted he found her while on a mission, and she was hungry and wouldn't stop chewing on Alejandro's shirt.

- Alejandro would chuckle and ask you for some help, cutting up some apples, carrots and bananas for the donkey who tried to get through the front door. Alejandro quickly ran off to ensure she didn't do that.. moving the donkey to the backyard instead.

- He's actually pretty decent at taking care of the donkey, and teased you, asking if you want to feed or ride her. He's joking, please don't ride the donkey, if you do..  He's standing right next to you, prepared to catch you or calm the donkey down so both you and the donkey will be safe.

- Alejandro's willing to find a new farm or home for the donkey if you don't like her, he would indeed tease You about it though, you don't like that cutie of a donkey? Cue the donkey trying to get through the front door, or looking through the kitchen at 3AM, when you go down for a glass of water, you just see eyes peering at you through the window, like hey... whatcha doing here?

- If you do let the donkey stay, cool. New pet, when Alejandro's home, he does care for her, feeds her every morning, brushes her, ensures she's cared for.

- (Alejandro basically just stole a donkey from someone) he shrugs and says he Just found her wandering far from any cities, and she was now his as he didn't find any owners around back then, he definitely wasn't finding one now.

- You will hear the donkey squeal or grunt throughout the night, or early in the morning, It is annoying at first, and you may never get used to It. Alejandro would get agitated after a few mornings of being back from missions and waking up to the donkey making weird noises outside because she got used to being fed whenever she was loud enough so now it became a habit.

- Alejandro would eventually get a small stall built for the donkey, makes it comfortable but also cute looking from the outside. (Also puts extra food to just attempt for the donkey to quiet down the neighbors have complained. You might be too, Alejandro is definitely grumbley about her being so loud, but puts up with it.

- Also ensures there is plenty of room for the donkey to do what she pleases.

- Alejandro once loudly screeched in the middle of the night, you scrambled out of bed when you heard it. Finding the man murmuring in Spanish, throwing insults and curses at the donkey who had her snout pressed against the window, the moon reflecting her eyes to make it ‘scary’ looking if you weren't paying attention.

If you laugh at him he would give you an unhappy half-glare, gently pushed your laughing face away from him as he shook his head, having had thought you put the donkey away in her pen earlier as it was 2AM.

If you attempt to ‘comfort’ him, he's looking away with a tiny blush on his face while laughing, pulling you close while shaking his head, he would put his hand to the window, and knock to get the donkey to go back to her stall that she somehow escaped.

If you just stayed in bed, he's thankful, at least you didn't hear that. But also, why aren't you getting up when you hear that he screeched, he doesn't know if that's a good or bad thing, a tiny bit offended.

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra:

- Rudy was picking you up in his car, a little squirmy as you got in the passenger seat, a little blanket on his lap, murmuring quietly to himself, a little distracted.

- If you ask what was ‘wrong’ Rudy would smile awkwardly and pull the blanket back a little bit, showing the little rabbit with one ear on his lap, the rabbit fast asleep. 

- He would indeed let you hold the rabbit on your lap instead as he drives, he calls the rabbit ‘Stompy’ as the rabbit stomps around to move. He would smile at you, watching you in the passage seat at a stop sign, he would move to pat your head.. then Stompy's head then going back to driving.

- What You didn't know.. there was two more at home, waiting for you. Three baby rabbits, Stompy (who just got home from the vet due to their ear), Chirps, and Flumpy, all siblings. Rudy would give a awkward and sheepish smile while rubbing your shoulder, like a ‘Please, don't be upset with this choice I made’ look on his face.

- If you do like the rabbits, great, Rudy is happy with keeping them, he takes all responsibility when he isn't working. He smiles warmly everytime he sees them, gets a little silently giddy about the fact he was the one to save these rabbits.

- If you don't like the rabbits, he will sigh quiet, but will figure out where to rehome these rabbits, will be upset for a little while, but wouldn't take it out on you. He would still smile sadly at you, but try his best to be supportive. If you have an allergy, he feels less bad about it, and willingly brought them to a new home.

- Rudy would always place the rabbits on you, gently nudging one of rabbits snout against your cheek or your jaw with a smile, would either make a little ‘bonk’ or ‘mwah’ noise when he does.. then places a kiss on your head.

- Rudy does Make little cages for them, ones capable of being a ‘safe place’ for the rabbits, a soft little home for them in his house for then to sleep. Usually lets them ‘free’ around the house, you both could hear Stompy stomp about, always makes sure to keep an eye on the three rabbits.

- His eyes would soften every time he spots you cuddling, holding, or playing with one of the rabbits, his whole body and face relaxing as he never informs you that he is watching from the doorway, just watching quietly with a soft smile on his face.

- You would catch Rudy cutting up carrots to feed them as snacks throughout the day, quietly murmuring praise to the rabbits who followed him around, he would spot you and chuckle, looking a tad bit red as he would smile but quiet down when he was ‘caught’.

Valeria Garza:

- Valeria walks into the house confidently, smiling proudly as she holds a baby fox in her hands. Tilting her head and raising an eyebrow at you, like A silent ask I'd you were bold enough to question what she had done and where she had gotten a baby fox.

- If you don't she keeps smiling, scratching behind the baby fox’s ears, allowing you to pet him as well, but if you do ask to do so, she grabs your hand to pet the fox for you.

- Valeria illegally bought this fox, (the people who sold him have been.. dealt with as well) a beautiful little baby fox with a few small white spots on his orange fur. She held him like he was a new trophy she would bring home to you.

- If you don't like the fox, she will make a face.. Fine, perhaps she could keep the fox at her base instead of home, she will make a proper area for him, that you wouldn't be around.

- If you do like the fox, Valeria looks quite smug, humming in answer as she allows the fox to roam in the home, giving him his own little room. She would ensure his comfort, safety and also give him the best treatment no other animal would ever get.

- You often find Valeria talking on the phone with this little fox on her lap, she could go from harshly ordering people around to talking calmly as if not to scare the fox. The fox gets used to It, your hand could pet his head whilst Valeria's distracted, she would allow you to do what you please as long as you don't bring the fox outside the gated backyard.

-  Valeria treats this fox like her baby, like something that is now apart of her vast collection of things she adores.

- Valeria would randomly bring the baby fox to you, placing him on your lap and telling you to go feed him or go play with him because she's busy and unable or (she just doesn't want to) do it herself. She’d make it up to you later, perhaps a favor.. you want to be done?

- If you are holding or cuddling with the little fox, Valeria would randomly walk past, booping his nose, waiting for a moment, before doing the same to you and then going back to doing what she was doing. No questions asked, none will be answered.

[schrodinger-swriter]

Prompts 22, 23, and 28 for Lucifer Morningstar please!

Prompts 22, 23, and 28 with Lucifer

I am feeling a little better, compared to earlier. I had plans on baking a banana cake earlier, so if I keep this little recovery up I may resume those plans!

I hope you enjoy, Anon! C:

MOVING IN TOGETHER

You don't have to worry about carrying your things in, with just a snap of his fingers he can put everything into place... Just tell him where to put everything! He already has a guest room waiting for you, until you're both ready to sleep in the same bed. Things are going to be taken... very slow. I hope you don't mind, he just... needs to get used to this all over again. What with having a relationship now as well as not living alone anymore. In the beginning he tries to keep the house spick and span, though it's mostly because he doesn't want to make a bad impression. It happens slowly, but over the course of weeks it gets a little messy due to the man not having the mental or physical energy to keep it tidy... mental illness, you know? He doesn't mean it to get that bad, and he will feel a little guilty if you step in and fix things. It does push him to seek help or at least a better coping mechanism, so at least he's taking a step towards healing... Sometimes he keeps himself in his work room making... lord knows what. Likely ducks.

BEACH EPISODE

Hubba Hubba he's going to be respectfully staring the second you step out in your swimwear. He will shoot daggers at anyone who tries to gawk at you as well... though I can easily see him putting you up on a pedestal, "yeah! That's my partner and they're smoking hot!".. not those exact words, but... you know..! He burns so so easily, you'd think being an angel would make him exempt from that but he just... doesn't tan. He offers to give you shade under his wings... he is going to regret that when he eventually gets sand into his feathers. You both spend the day in the sun! Lucifer doesn't really get into the water other than a quick dip every now and then to cool himself down... he probably makes a grand sand castle! If you help him he's going to want to marry you on the spot. Supporting his creativity is one of the quickest ways to butter him up.

FIRST DATE

He is... an absolute mess on your first date. He's a romantic so he's going to rely on those to keep things moving along, but it's just been so long since he's been in the dating scene! Also taking into consideration that Lilith may possibly be his first or only serious relationship, at least she's the only one that we are aware of... Even worse for him if you are his first date after the separation. He wants you to have a good time, he really does, but his nerves are just eating him from the inside out. Likely for a first date you two go out to eat, something simple and classic while allowing you two to get to know each other. He's polite, and on his best behavior. He may forget some of the topics and what was brought up, but that's really due to his nerves... Definitely the type to give you flowers on the first date.

[daysofyellowroses]

strawberry

carmen berzatto x afab!reader | 1.0k | based on this gorgeous request from my angel @thecapricunt1616 🌼🫶🏻💗

It started as a cough. 

Then a sniffle. 

A little whining.

Then the inevitable cry.

You rolled into your pillow, letting out a soft groan. It felt like you had just closed your eyes and gotten comfortable and now you'd have to get up again. When you pulled the blanket back, you felt Carm's hand touch your arm.

“It's alright,” He yawned. “I got this. You went last time.”

“Are you sure?” You murmured, already pulling the blanket back over yourself. “I don't mind..”

“Nah, you get some sleep babe.”

You didn't need to be told twice, snuggling into the pillow. Through the baby monitor you could hear Carm go into your daughter's room and pick her up to sooth her. She stopped crying after a few moments and you felt yourself relax. It had taken at least fifteen minutes for you to calm her down when you had gotten up earlier in the night, you were convinced your daughter preferred Carm to you. Or he just had some secret trick he was keeping from you.

A little while later, you were just drifting off to sleep when you felt Carmy get back into bed next to you, his arm moving around your waist as he settled behind you.

“She's asleep,” He whispered, gently stroking your waist. “Hopefully she waits a little longer this time, I'm exhausted.”

“I wonder why,” You murmured softly, turning around and burying your head in Carm's chest. “Nobody forced you to try for another one.”

“Didn't hear you complaining,” Carm teased, wrapping his arm around you tightly. “you were very encouraging, actually.”

“Shut up and let me sleep,” You smiled, wrapping your arm around Carm's waist. “Or there won't be any more encouragement.”

It was early in the morning when the cries came through on the baby monitor, the sun barely risen. You placed a kiss on Carm's cheek and slipped out of bed, making your way to your daughter's room. 

She had stopped crying, but was still fussing a little. You carefully picked her up, smiling as she nestled into you.

“Come on, let's let daddy sleep.” You smiled, taking her to the changing table and cleaning her up before taking her downstairs. 

It was an hour or so later when Carmy came downstairs, giving you and your daughter a kiss before he went to make some coffee.

“Good news,” You smiled, glancing over to Carm. “We can add banana to the list, she loves it.”

You looked back to your daughter, sticking your tongue out and smiling when she laughed. 

“Was she okay with it?” Carm asked, looking over to you. “How long has it been since she tried it?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, scooping up the last of the banana on the little bear plate and holding the spoon out for your daughter.

“Like..twenty minutes ago? She's been fine. You can't do this every time we try something.”

“I'm just being careful,” Carm shrugged, getting two mugs from the counter. “But I'm glad she liked it.”

“She loves it,” You grinned, gently stroking your daughter's cheek. “no trips to the ER this time. The doctor will be so relieved.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Carm raised a brow as he placed a mug of coffee in front of you. 

“It means that maybe last time someone was a little..intense,” You shrugged, taking a sip of coffee. 

“I was not that bad,” Carm scoffed. “I took control of the situation, that's all.”

“So that's why you didn't let the doctor hold our daughter?” You grinned, resting your head on your hand. “And questioned every single thing he did?”

“I was just being a good parent,” Carmy held his hands up, looking over to your daughter with a smile. “She’ll thank me one day.”

A couple of hours later, you took your daughter back into the kitchen for lunch, smiling as you saw Carmy moving about the kitchen, humming along to the radio.

“Someone's prepared,” You smiled, taking your daughter over to her high chair and getting her into it. “What's she trying?”

“Uh..a couple of things,” Carm replied. “I figured we could do some more allergy tests, get it out of the way.”

“That sounds good,” You nodded, giving your daughter a kiss on her head before walking over to Carm and raising a brow.

“What's with the lunchbox?” 

“Well,” Carm looked over to you and you let out a soft sigh. “I just thought it would be safer if we got her to try at the hospital. Then we don't have to rush over there.”

You nodded slowly, gently touching your boyfriend's arm. 

“I love you, and because of that I am going to tell you that you're crazy.”

“It's just good sense,” Carm insisted. “you'll see.”

An hour later, you found yourself biting your tongue and holding back a laugh as you sat on a bench outside the ER. A very exasperated Carmy was sitting next to you, your daughter in his lap.

“We could just leave this for another time,” You suggested, glancing down to the still full lunchbox in your hand. “If she's not hungry we can't force her.” 

“She's gotta eat eventually,” Carm sighed, holding up a piece of egg to your daughter and sighing as she turned away from it. “Oh come on..”

“Are we really just going to sit here all day?” You asked, laughing softly as your daughter reached towards the lunchbox for a strawberry. 

“Hey, egg first,” Carm frowned, shuffling back a little. “just try it..” He huffed as your daughter got distracted by a butterfly flying past. “babe we’re not doing this at home, last time we almost hit that elderly man in the parking lot trying to get to the ER entrance.”

“Uh, excuse me, you almost hit that elderly man,” You raised a brow, setting the lunchbox aside. “and we are trying this at home. If she has a reaction I will take her back her, okay?”

“Fine,” Carm nodded, letting out a sigh. “But just one more try.”

[cottoncandiescupcakes]

Tip for autistic, disabled or otherwise people that struggle cooking/eating/cutting/remembering vegetables:

get cherry tomatoes, mini cucumbers, radishes, baby carrots, celery, just pick which you hate the least and eat a few whenever you make a sandwich, snack or when you're getting a drink, don't have to cook it, peel it or cut it.

Slightly more work but also good: half an avocado on a piece of bread

Easy to eat no cut or peel fruit:

banana(really simple peel), strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, pre sliced mango or pineapple, cherries(though there's a pit inside), prunes, grapes(though a bit choke hazard like cherries)

Like for example earlier I had two slices of wholegrain bread with two slices of gouda cheese and I just ate some cherry tomatoes and radishes with it

[nilolol30]

Hey can you do scenarios of Wukong and Macaque comforting reader of they forgot their birthday?

(I didn't know if you'd want them together or separate sorry if it was together)

Wukong

Everyone is aware of how easily something's slip over the great sages head but after awhile you two got together he promised he'd always remember every special moment and occasion with you including birthdays.

He had many close calls but never forgetting he went so far to put the date of your birthday on his kitchen fridge, bedroom wall and even a small note on the bathroom mirror it was really sweet but he was bound to forget once.

You received a few birthday calls and texts in the morning from the gang they asked if you could come down to Piggy's Noodles so they could treat you out.

Starring at the text you look over to Wukong who was laying on the couch watching a movie with the little monkeys "Hey you wouldn't mind if I go to Pigsy's for a bit right?" Wukong looked over to you "Uh yeah I don't mind you don't need my permission peaches" he let out a small laugh.

"You want to come with me?" You slightly hoped he'd say yes at least you'd celebrate together "Nah I'm good" he smiled and went back to watch the TV again it's then you realized he forgot but it's okay you didn't want to bother him and it was just another birthday nothing special.

"Okay see you tonight then..." but you gotta admit it still stung a bit.

After you left one of the little monkeys stared at Wukong unimpressed the sage could feel it he looked at the monkey next to him "What?" The monkey only sighed and jumped off the couch and made it's way to the kitchen.

"Well someone's in a bad mood" rolling his eyes Wukong went back to watching the movie after a minute the little monkey jumps back on the couch and shoved a piece of paper in their kings face.

"Hey hey! What's going on with you today what's this?" Wukong takes the paper a read it...it had your birthday written on it and his face immediately fell into disbelief "CRAP" he jumped up from the couch and immediately ran out of the hut and summoned his cloud and speed down the mountain.

He managed to catch up to you halfway down and hugged you "Im so sorry! Im such a jerk peaches I promised not to forget and I did I love you so much happy birthday I'm so-" you hushed him before he continued to apologize again and again you hugged him back.

"It's okay honey! It's not that important-" "Yes it is! You being born should be celebrated! Even all over the world!!" He chipped in and giving you kisses on the cheek "Okay okay but still it's okay!"

After that Wukong went with you to Pigsy's and insisted on treating you and pampered you the entire day while still slipping in some apologys.

Macaque

Macaque rarely forgets things he always tries to keep even the smallest details in his mind but everyone gets forgetful especially after a extremely busy few days you left earlier today even inviting Macaque to come with but he declined.

He thought he saw a flash of disappointment on your face but you smiled and said okay and left now he's laying in bed eating a banana he grabbed through a portal.

Halfway through the banana he decided to listen in on you he swears he only does it to check up on you so he was surprised to hear a friend of yours tell you happy birthday he immediately paused mid bite when he connected the dots.

"Oh sh*t..." He threw the half eaten fruit out the open window and immediately went to work.

You walked to your front door unlocking it your other hand holding a bag with some presents your friend/family gave you when you heard the click you pushed the door with your foot but let out a small gasp at the sight in front of you.

The living room was decorated with streamers and balloons themed with your favorite colors and Infront of you was Macaque himself kneeling holding out a cake with frosting that said 'Im sorry happy birthday!!' You smiled closing the door and putting down the bag.

"Macaque...thank you and it's okay" he smiled and stood up setting the cake on the table "Still though sorry about this morning should have realized sooner" you gently put your hand on his cheek and gave him a kiss on the nose.

"It's fine but you didn't have to do this" you laugh looking at the decorations "Uh yes I did! What kind of boyfriend would I be hm?" Macaque took your hands and lead you to the couch "Now how bout we light some candles so you can have your birthday wish!"

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

DRAWING BACKGROUNDS: TIPS AND TRICKS

So many people are afraid of drawing backgrounds and I think it's a shame, so here's some tips and tricks, because I'm not perfect at it myself but I think the hardest part is really just knowing where to start.

First off: Perspective

Yeah, yeah, that's the scary word. But I promise you, once you're familiar with the basics, backgrounds are a LOT less intimidating. Don't get discouraged if WHEN you have trouble with it. Even professional artists struggle with it. I promise you, screwing it up is good and normal. That's how you learn after all!

Now I'm not going to go into detail on how to do it here, because honestly there are a thousand and one free resources online and in libraries that can explain it far better than I ever could in a singular broad-strokes tumblr post. But I AM at least telling you you should familiarize yourself with these basics:

Important Terms: Horizon Line: A horizontal line across your canvas, showing your viewer's eye level and providing a location for most of your vanishing points. Vanishing Point: Integral to drawing in perspective. The sides of a 3D object get smaller as they become farther away from the viewer in space. This point is where the parallel lines of a side eventually meet.

The Basic Types of Perspective: One Point Perspective: Good for drawing things that you're looking at straight on. Two Point Perspective: Good for drawing things at an angle. Three Point Perspective: Good for drawing things the viewer is looking up or down at, especially at an extreme angle.

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And if you're comfortable with these and serious about improving your skills for use in storytelling, I also might suggest looking up:

4 Point Perspective: Great for extra wide or tall shots and for camera tilts if you're doing an animation or animatic. I think some other names for this in animation include "banana pan" and "warp pan."

5 Point Perspective: Fish-eye lens. Good for all your angsty anime boy slipping into madness needs!

Some perspective tips I wish someone had told me earlier:

Objects' relation to the horizon line is constant. A super helpful tip to remember when placing a character or object in space is that they will always (assuming they aren't changing in size or moving up or down) have the same relation to the horizon line no matter how far or close they are. If your horizon line is at shoulder height for your focus character in the foreground, any character of the same height in the background will still line up with the horizon line at the shoulders.

How to pick the distance between your vanishing points: 2 pt perspective uses 2 vanishing points, 3 pt uses 3, etc, etc, but how close should they be? Well, first of all, for anything that isn't one point perspective, one or more points will usually be off the canvas. Super annoying, I know, but the closer your vanishing points are, the more warped your drawing will become. Second, a helpful thing to know is that choosing the distance between your points is basically the illustration equivalent of picking your camera lens! Photography buffs will know that wider (shorter focal length) lenses show more space and make the distance between foreground and background more dramatic, while longer focal length/telephoto lenses are flatter, and more focused and intimate. The same is true of vanishing points that are closer (shorter focal length) or farther apart (longer focal length).

2 point/3 point/etc doesn't actually mean you're limited to that many points total on your page. this one confused me a lot when I was getting started, lol. A lot of examples will show you drawings of nice, neat cities or something, in which all the buildings are facing the same way in order to demonstrate perspective drawing. But in real life, buildings don't all face the same direction. They're at all sorts of different angles. So how do I do that??? Answer: Just because you're drawing in 2 point perspective or whatever doesn't mean you... have to actually keep your 2 points in the same spot. You can move them around, just keep them the same distance apart, so you're not screwing up your camera lens.

Other Tips:

Use reference! The instant you try to draw a house, you're going to forget every house you've ever seen. That's just how it goes. Buildings are complicated. Do yourself a favor and collect a few reference images first, buddy!

Consider details (like architectural style, amenities, and materials) Your building will look more like a building when you keep in mind that buildings have gutters and door knobs and light switches and paneling and stuff, and aren't just boxes with roofs on them. Again: reference! You will forget electrical sockets and baseboards exist immediately. Art brains are dumb.

Use details and texture to fill in negative space Giant stretches of blank space tend to be boring and distracting. Put a few suggestions of wood grain or something on that wall back there, bud, just don't overdo it.

Line weight Darker, thicker lines draw more attention, look heavier, and look closer to the viewer than lighter, thinner lines do. Take advantage of this to draw the viewer's attention to your focal points, de-emphasize less important details, and imply depth. It's up to you to decide how you want to use this and what your style is, especially once you start getting into combining or replacing it with shading, values, and color, but a helpful rule of thumb is to try reserving your thickest lines for focal foreground characters and use thinner lines on backgrounds, especially details in the far distance.

Perspective guides If you're drawing digitally, take full advantage of any perspective tools you have access to! A lot of art programs lately have begun adding perspective guide features that let you set up vanishing points and then literally guide your hand as you draw so you stay in perspective. Some of these include Procreate, Clip Studio Paint, and Adobe Fresco. (still sadly none in Photoshop as far as I'm aware, what the heck, Adobe!). Check through the settings of yours to see if it gives you any perspective guides or other similarly useful tools. They're 100% worth it! And for god's sake, if you've got any skew or perspective warp tools, draw your complicated shapes flat and then warp them instead of spending an hour on it! Don't make my mistakes!

[snitchcrimsonwrites]

Maybe pt. 11

Pairing: Norm MacLean X Female Reader or OC if you squint

Former friends to a relationship?

Life is pretty easy in Vault 33 until you're trying to rekindle a former friendship and Raiders attack. Now, our main characters are trying to navigate newfound feelings, all while undercovering the mysteries of Vault 33. Stay tuned. Follows the main storyline of season 1; some events may be reordered for plot.

We continue our field trip to Vault 32 and then join our couple as they wrestle with big feelings and new revelations from exploring Vault 32.

Part 1 Here Part 6 Here Part 12 Here

Part 2 Here Part 7 Here

Part 3 Here Part 8 Here

Part 4 Here Part 9 Here

Part 5 Here Part 10 Here

The further you walked down the corridors, the more questions you had and the fewer answers you seemed to find. What truth had these people uncovered? Was it enough to justify the madness that clearly occurred here? The gruesome scenes of death, violence, and despair laid out before you were something you were taught to expect of the surface, not the supposed safety of the trio of Vaults. With every step, it became apparent that the real threat, at least to the dwellers of Vault 32, was within the Vault. We were supposed to be safe down here. 

Your path down the hallway was continuously littered with overturned furniture and debris, creating a maze of obstacles, which Norm dotingly still offered to help you navigate. The three of you continued this way until you entered the waiting area before the Overseer's office. The space was darker than the hallway outside. Glows from hanging Pip-Boys cast an eerie light in the otherwise dark room. You paused, unable to stop yourself from staring at the bodies hanging from the ceiling; you wondered what had led these people to make such a drastic choice.

The main door to the Overseer's office was opened just enough for you to slide under on your stomach. You and Norm simultaneously dropped to the floor and began making your way through the gap. Chet made his disdain known with an "Oh, geez," but you urged him to press forward; he wouldn’t be left alone in any room in Vault 32. You crawled through a mess of scattered paperwork and broken glass on the floor, trying your best to avoid any more injuries. You emerge on the other side of the door in the Overseer’s office, identical in layout to one Overseer MacLean occupied in Vault 33, but this office had definitely seen better days. The Overseer’s office was in a state similar of neglect and disarray to the rest of the Vault, with overturned furniture, limited power, and blood spattered across the walls. You nearly jumped out of your skin when your eyes panned across Overseer’s desk in the middle of the room. Behind his desk, the rotting remains of the last Overseer, still at his post, bound in place by electrical cords.

"Okay, I think it's safe to say they went bananas," Chet remarked, his voice tinged with unease. Horrified but still focused on the main quest at hand, Norm said, "That doesn't explain how the raiders got in." He turned to you, pointing to equipment on the right wall. "Check the mainframe terminals and see what you can find.”  He looped around to the Overseer's terminal behind the desk. “I’ll see what I can find on the Overseer’s terminal.” 

The silence of the Vault was broken by the occasional clicking of the keyboards; Chet continued pacing around the room while you focused on the task. His Pip-Boy illuminated the office's far left wall, highlighting another set of words written in blood: "Death to Management." Seeing the phrase, he doubled down on his earlier statement. "These people were crazy. If any survivors were down here, they probably opened the door and welcomed the raiders right in."

You looked up from your attempts at unlocking the terminals to respond. "I don't know. These people were basically us at one point; I think something must have happened to make them go mad.”

“Seriously, what on Earth would make you- Chet stopped, not wanting to utter the next words- do any of this?” he finished, gesturing towards the scenes in the Vault. 

Not having an answer, you continued plugging away at the keyboard, trying to figure out the series of access codes that would grant you entrance to the mainframe systems. As you typed, the terminal screen sputtered, struggling to run without power; any progress you had made was now reset. Frustrated, you said, "I'm not having much luck here."

Norm continued typing on the Overseer's terminal, seemingly having better luck. He scrolled through the logs, searching for clues about how the raiders had gotten into Vault 32. The computer commands appeared in green text across the screen: Accessing Vault Door Control Interlink. His nimble fingers moved quickly as he entered more commands, looking for the external vault door logs. His expression turned to surprise as he read the information on the screen. "It says it was opened from the outside."

You stopped and turned towards him. "How did they manage that?"

Chet added, "They would need a Pip-Boy to open the door."

Norm's face was pale as he answered. "They had one."

Chet's confusion was evident. "Whose?"

Norm's voice was barely a whisper. "My mom's."

On the screen, in highlighted green text, was the name MacLean, Rose. You all stood around Norm, too stunned to speak. The room seemed to close around you, the weight of the discovery pressing down heavily.

_________________________

The two of you entered his quarters and found a silent space on the couch. The stillness was almost suffocating, neither of you daring to break it. Your head was spinning with questions and theories. What exactly had happened in Vault 32 before the raiders arrived? And why did the MacLeans seem to be at the center? You had been unsure how to bring it up to Norm, curious why the raiders had targeted his father of all people, capturing him without any ransom or demands. It had seemed odd to you at the time, but you were sure now it had to be connected; you just couldn’t see the threads yet.  And now, for his mom's Pip-Boy to be the one that allowed surface dwellers access to the vault, this couldn’t be a coincidence. 

You pulled yourself from your thoughts and focused on the young man before you. He had to realize it, too. His family was connected to the events occurring in the vault. You took a deep breath and asked, "How are you doing, Norm?"

He stared at the floor, his shoulders slumped. "I don't know," he said quietly, his voice hollow. "I mean, I always knew my family was involved in the vault’s management, but this... This is something else entirely."

You nodded, unsure of what to say.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and pain. "Why would my mom's Pip-Boy be used to open the vault door? She’s been gone for years. And my dad... He never talked about any of this.”

You took his hand, squeezing it gently. "There has to be an explanation.”

Norm shook his head, frustration etched on his face. "But why? And why would my mom’s Pip-Boy be out there, in the hands of raiders, when she’s supposed to be dead and buried?"

You hesitated, your thoughts swirling, nervous to ask him the following question. "Norm, do you think your dad knew about this?” 

He went silent, the question hanging heavily in the air. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know. I want to believe he wasn't involved in anything like this. But with everything we’ve found... I just don’t know anymore. I find it hard to believe he could be Overseer and not know."

You nodded, understanding his turmoil. “There’s a chance that’s true; we don’t have much information on Vaults 31 and 32.” 

“That’s another concern I have. My dad is from 31, and I can barely remember him talking about it. No childhood memories, no friends or family he wished he could have kept in contact with. It’s like his life started in Vault 33 when he married my mom.” 

“We’ll figure this out.” 

Norm managed a small, grateful smile. “Thanks. (Y/N), would you mind staying the night? Being alone doesn't sound appealing."

You leaned closer, wrapping your arms around him. “I was planning on it.” 

_______________________

The heaviness of the day’s discoveries followed you both into Norm’s quarters, but the familiar, comforting space offered a small measure of solace. The silence enveloped you as the door clicked shut behind you, starkly contrasting the chaotic thoughts whirling in your mind.

Norm sighed deeply and glanced around the room. “I guess we should get ready for bed,” he said softly, barely above a whisper.

You nodded in agreement as the exhaustion from the day hit you. 

He paused, looking slightly embarrassed. “Um, I don’t have a spare toothbrush or anything...”

You smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay. I can make do for one night.”

Norm seemed relieved and moved towards the small bathroom he shared with Lucy, turning on the tap to splash his face with cool water. He rummaged through a drawer, pulling out a pair of soft, worn pajamas. “Here, they’re Lucy’s, but these should be comfortable. And no comment, please, about you sleeping in my sister’s pjs while we’re in my childhood bedroom; I’m aware of the implication. ”

“Thanks, and you said it, not me,” you said, laughing it off, taking the clothes from him. You stepped into the bathroom to change, noticing the ordinary domesticity of his space: the familiar scent of his soap, the neatly hung towels, the small potted plant on the windowsill, probably his sisters, too. It was comforting in its normalcy.

When you emerged, you found Norm holding out his spare toothbrush. “I remembered I had a new one. You can use it.”

“Perfect timing,” you joked, taking the toothbrush from him. You both stood side by side at the sink, silently brushing your teeth. The rhythmic motions and the minty taste of the toothpaste were soothing, grounding you in the present moment. When you were done, you rinsed and spit, wiping your mouth with a towel as Norm did the same.

“I’ll get the bed ready,” you said, moving towards the tiny bedroom area. You pulled back the covers, smoothing the sheets and fluffing the pillows. Norm joined you a moment later, pulling off his shirt and slipping into his Vault Tec-issued pajamas. You couldn’t help but stare, and when he caught you admiring him, you patted the bed, welcoming him to join you under the comforter. He climbed into bed beside you, the mattress creaking slightly under your shared weight. 

Once settled, Norm reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into a soft, comforting darkness. You shifted closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. You wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close, and he rested his head on your chest this time; it was your turn to comfort him. For a while, neither of you spoke. Your fingers traced lazy patterns on Norm’s back as he closed his eyes. He lay there still listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, still in somewhat disbelief you chose to be here with him. 

“I’m glad you’re here,” Norm murmured into the darkness.

“Me too,” you whispered back. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Anything,” you responded back, curious about what the topic of his inquiry could be.

“Why me? I mean, you could have had anyone in the vault, and you picked the shortest guy in Vault 33?” he joked, but his tone was hesitant. He was interested but may be afraid of the answer he might get. 

You chuckled softly, shifting slightly to look down at him. “You must be misremembering. I was clearly the weird book girl.”

Norm smiled, but there was a seriousness in his eyes. “No, really. I want to know.”

You took a deep breath, considering how to put your feelings into words. “Okay. I enjoy the way your mind works, Norm. I love trying to figure out what’s going on up there,” you said, gently tapping his forehead. “You’re direct and honest. Seriously, it’s a breath of fresh air in a place where people often hide behind politeness.”

Norm listened intently, his expression softening as you spoke.

“Not everyone gets to see it, but you’re fiercely loyal to those you care about. It was wrong, but you cared about me so much that you isolated yourself, thinking it was for my own good. That’s a rare kind of selflessness, even if it was uncharacteristically dumb and misguided.”

He laughed.

“There’s so much to like about you, Norman MacLean,” you continued, your voice filled with warmth and sincerity. Norm's eyes glistened in the dim light, clearly moved by your words. He pulled himself closer to you, his embrace tightening.

“But there’s more,” you added, a playful note in your voice. “I also love that you play into my judgments of other people. Not only the humor in it, but it’s like you validate my intuition. You help me see the good or bad in people without any pretenses.”

Norm raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. “You mean I’m your secret weapon?”

“Exactly,” you laughed softly. “You’re like my compass. You help me navigate this place, and I trust your instincts. They’ve gotten us this far.” 

He grinned, his humor breaking through. “So, you’re saying the shortest guy in Vault 33 has some hidden talents, huh?”

You laughed, the sound bright and genuine in the quiet room. “Absolutely. You’re my secret weapon, compass, and favorite person in this vault, shortness and all.”

“Hmm, sounds like you’ve fallen pretty hard for me,” he replied, his tone dripping with smugness. “Kinda hard not to,” you smiled, playing into it, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. 

Norm lay silently for a moment, his thoughts clearly still racing. Then, with a sigh, he began to speak. “ Wanna hear my reasons?”

“Should I be nervous?” you joked.  “I’ll be serious, I promise. It’s only fair.” He took a second to gather his thoughts and began again. 

“First off, you’re not just the ‘weird book girl’ to me, I mean, you are. No normal person reads the entire Vault library for fun-” 

“Hey!” 

He continued as you squeezed him a little tighter. “But that’s uniquely you. I couldn’t imagine you any other way,” he began, his tone earnest. “And you’re beautiful,” he added softly, his gaze intense and genuine. You returned a soft blush as he looked up at you.

“I don’t think you’ve ever seen it in yourself. How stunning you are; I wish you could see yourself how I see you. And it’s not just your looks, though you are absolutely gorgeous. It’s how you carry yourself and how your eyes light up when you’re passionate about something. It makes me want to be around you all the time.” 

He paused, searching for the right words. “And you’re kind. So incredibly kind and not the fake ‘Vault Tec approved’ kindness we learned here. Do you remember that time when we were kids, and I got in trouble for sneaking into the hydroponics lab?” 

You nodded, recalling the memory. “Yeah, I remember. You were trying to get a closer look at the strawberries.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s right. I wanted to see if they were as sweet as they looked. But I ended up knocking over a whole tray of seedlings. My dad was so pissed at me. I thought I was going to be punished for weeks.”

“You did get into a lot of trouble,” you agreed, remembering the tense atmosphere following the incident.

“But then you did something I’ll never forget,” Norm continued, his voice filled with admiration. “You came forward and told the Overseer that it was your fault. That you had dared me to go into the lab.”

You blinked, surprised by the memory. “I forgot about that.”

He nodded, his expression serious. “You took the blame for something you didn’t do. And because of that, my punishment was a lot lighter. I only had to do extra weekly chores instead of being grounded for a month.”

You shrugged modestly. “It was nothing.”

“But it wasn’t nothing,” Norm insisted. “You were always doing the kindest things like that for me. I have so many memories like that, which you probably don’t recall. You could have let me face the consequences alone, but you didn’t. You stood by me, even though it meant you got into trouble too.”

“I just didn’t want you to be miserable,” you said softly. You blushed, feeling a mixture of pride and humility. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

Norm’s hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. “But more than all of that, you see me. The real me. You don’t just see the Black Sheep of Vault 33 or the son of the Overseer. You see past all of that and accept me for who I am, flaws and all.”

“I think I’m trying to say that I love you. And I think I’ve always loved you.” 

“I love you too, Norm,” you said, wrapping your arms around him and locking him into a kiss.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE (written 1.8k)

SYNOPSIS…. Gaming is a common hobby for college students nowadays, with Overwatch being the game of choice for both Lee Heeseung and his favorite streamer loved.venus. The boy shows his love for his favorite streamer behind the screen name lee.bambi, though he doesn’t realize it was the campus fashionista that he hated ever so much behind the screen.

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Heeseung didn’t know it but on the other side of his bedroom door were two guests pacing back and forth, one holding a box that held his favorite banana bread whilst the other held a cat in his hands. The anxiety that stood on the other side of the wooden door was unknown to him as he hid under his comforter praying to just fall back asleep once more. Though the red haired girl on the other side of that very door had enough of it, shocking the anxious ridden boys as she started to bang on Heeseung’s door.

”Rise and shine princess! You have guests so be decent cause we’re coming inside in ten seconds!”

”Leave me alone,” is all that Heeseung could muster up to say, turning to face the wall. It had been over a week since the instance with his father and his drunken “scandal” that made its way around campus. He doesn’t have the energy to face the reality of what had happened that day, he finally stood up for himself but was disowned and embarrassed. Then his baggage being aired out to the whole campus by gossipers was a whole other cherry on top of his mess of a sundae.

”Ten,” Heeseung rolls his eyes at his roommate's countdown. He had remembered to lock his door after his shower the girl had dragged him out to take earlier that same day.

“Nine… Eight…” ‘Man, she is persistent’ he thought to himself as he only sunk deeper into his bed.

“Seven… Six… Damn it Heeseung I’m coming in there,” the frustration spewing out from Yunjin’s mouth. Heeseung sat up in a panic, facing the one and only Huh Yunjin, as she had just kicked his door open. Heeseung pulled the covers back over his head, curling up in a ball, wishing that the girl would go away. The peace settled before the true storm, suddenly the boy was met with a body crushing his own.

“Heeseungie~ I’ve missed you,” the youngest in the room says in a mocking tone and he pinches Heeseung’s body through the thick blanket between the two. Peeking out from his blankets he is met face to face with a laughing Niki, the boy being amused by Heeseung's frightened and disheveled expression. “We bring gifts!”

”We?” Heeseung’s expression shifts to one of confusion as Niki moves off him, ushering him to look back towards the door. There stood Jungwon in his door frame hiding behind Yunjin, he hadn’t met the boy in person but that was the least of his concerns when he noticed the small cat resting in his arms.

“Is that Artemis?” Heeseung was shocked and confused by the sudden presence of the small kitten he had rescued. Jungwon walked over to Heeseung’s bed, gently placing the cat in the boy's arms, not failing to notice how the boy melts as Artemis cuddles into him. “How?”

Heeseung’s bambi eyes were searching for answers among the faces in the room. That’s when Jiung walks in, Jeongin in tow, with a box from the bakery he loves so much. Tears started to fill the boy's wide eyes as he clung on to the kitten in his arms, not failing to miss the hiccup in his breath.

“You know, Jungwon here is close friend’s with Name, when she found out about how much of a loser you’ve been, not only did she send Artemis but she also got your favorite treats.” Feeling the bed sink as Yunjin sits next to him, resting her head on his shoulder whilst rubbing shapes into his back as she continues speaking. “Heeseung you may be a loser but you’re also the bravest person I know for what you did that day, you stood up for yourself even if that meant losing almost everything.”

”But I did lose everything,” the boy says between sobs, his eyes glued to his lap where the kitten was not curled up in.

“You didn’t lose everything, look around you, these are your people. We want nothing more than to see you do what is gonna make you happy, and if that means your family disowns you then we will be your new family. Heeseung we’ve been friends for years now and trust me if I was going anywhere I would’ve done it a long time ago.” The redhead girl let out a sigh, finally getting these words off her chest as they’ve been haunting her as she watched the boy retreat within himself.

“Yunjin’s right,” Jeongin chimes in. “The happiest I ever see you is when you’re making music. You hate business, everyday that you spent cramming it I watch you lose yourself to the person everyone else wanted you to be. It is not selfish to be yourself Heeseung, it’s you that has made everyone in this room want to be here, not the image of you your dad had created.”

DING!

The boy’s phone went off, notifying that his favorite streamer had just gone live. Usually he would drop whatever he was doing to tune in but the shame of the past week still consumes him as his friends surround him.

Once again he feels the bed dip, this time he is met face to face with Yang Jungwon and the box of delicious bakery items. Something about the boy had always felt oddly familiar to Heeseung, as if he knew the boy from somewhere but could never figure out where.

“Name got a bunch of banana bread, something about how she knows you like it,” Jungwon says as he pushes the box towards Heeseung. He reluctantly puts the cat that was in his lap onto his bed to take the box into his lap, opening the lid to find several slices of banana bread and a note.

‘I hope these treats find you well Heeseung! Jungwon says you haven’t been feeling too great so I hope a treat from Kim’s will do the trick, I know it does for me. Also about that day, I hope you aren’t being too hard on yourself.. Take care of yourself, Artemis needs you -Name’

The note hit him like a brick, he had only ever been an ‘absolute asshole’ to the girl as Yunjin describes it. The boy couldn’t deny that fact, his envy feeding the undeniable hatred he had for the girl he found solace on that night nearly 3 years ago. He felt awful.

The boy crumpled the note up and threw it across the room, stuffing his face with a slice of bread before the tears threatening to pour out once again could escape his ducts. Swallowing the treat you had bought him, Heeseung was met with a new resolve, getting out of bed for the first time in over a week to get ready to go out.

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You were currently streaming with Jay, you two were attempting the 100 baby challenge on the sims. You were in the middle of seducing yet another sim when there was a sudden and frantic knock on your door. Making eye contact with your friend, you both wore a confused look on your faces. Looking back at your monitor you can see your chat go wild at the sound of a possible guest at your door.

“I’ll be back chat, it seems someone’s at my door.” With that you take your leave, hoping Jay would keep things moving as to distract your chat from your absence. You make sure to close your bedroom door before heading over to the door, half expecting it to just be Jake or Sunghoon here to harass your cat. That expectation being shredded as you opened your door to an out of breath Lee Heeseung.

“Heeseung? What are you doing here,” you ask the boy in front of you as he is slumped over trying to catch breath.

To Be honest Heeseung didn’t know why he was here, when he read that note he felt like he needed to see you again. He wanted to tell you that he didn’t mean the words he said that day or for all the nasty glares he sent your way. Building up the courage to face you is much harder when you’re now standing right in front of him, his impulses once again leading to the strange encounters with you.

“I just wanted to tell you-“

The boy is caught off guard as he begins to speak, also cuing him to finally face you full. Though he didn’t expect to be met face to face with you and the presence of a man.

”Hmmm?” You encourage the boy to keep talking, not noticing his sudden panic at Jay’s sudden appearance. Jay stepping closer to you made the boy take a step away from you.

Heeseung couldn’t help but wonder who this guy is to you. He’s seen you out on campus with him before but why is he in your apartment? The older boy so lost in his thoughts was pulled back to reality by Jay clearing his throat, almost as to urge the boy to speak.

”Well… Name… I just wanted to say thank you, you know, for the baked goods and for Artemis.” Heeseung could only look down at his hands as he spoke, too embarrassed to face you and the unknown man behind you. Though he is taken off guard when he feels you grab his chin, making him look you in the eyes.

You don’t know what has gotten into you but the chance to see the boy’s doe eyes was enough courage for you to make a move. As his big doe eyes stare done at you, you ruffle his hair hoping to show the boy that you forgave him.

“I’m glad you enjoyed them, let me know if there's anything else you need from me. Feel free to drop Artemis back anytime just shoot me a text when you do as I am kinda busy right now.” You’re aware that now your viewers have been sitting without anyone entertaining them, as Jay had come out shortly after you had said the name ‘Heeseung.’

Heeseung not knowing you were referring to the chat that he was typically a part of, he assumed that you were busy with the man that stood at your backside. Confusion, disappointment, and heartbreak flooded his mind, why did he care so much about what you did or who you saw. Deciding to just blame it on the same envy that has fueled his hatred towards you, as he scratches the back of his neck.

“Well I guess I’ll get out of your hair then for now,” the boy says as he turns on his heels towards the elevator in your complex. Getting a few steps away before he feels a tug on his shirt, turning around to face you.

“Don’t be a stranger Heeseung, let's be friends!”

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A/N: i got to see ive live yesterday, they were the group that actually got me back into kpop after falling out of love with it around iz*ones disbandment… it was great to see my girls, sucks that i felt sick the whole time though but i am looking forward to fate plus here in may

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Confessions After Hours

word count: 1124 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: Akiteru x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: like one time swearing

synopsis: Akiteru accidentally confesses to you

You looked outside the café windows for the fourth time in the last 5 minutes, it was past closing time, all the cleaning was done and your fellow part-timers had already left. So you just tried to find some busy work to have a somewhat legitimate reason to stall. The rain was getting worse and by now you were pretty sure Akiteru wouldn’t come.

It’s not like it was an actual plan, you reminded yourself, it was just kind of implied that he wanted to walk you home but no one could expect him to go out in this weather.

And so you hummed to yourself while carefully brushing down mint leaves and edible flowers with egg whites and sugar.

Your mood dropped a little when you checked the clock again. You had been looking forward to spending time alone with Akiteru.

Of course, you had little hope that he was interested in you romantically but that didn’t stop you from dreamily staring at him during study sessions or making a fool of yourself whenever possible - like running into a glass door when he smiled at you like last week.

When you laid the sugar coated decoration out on a baking sheet, a familiar figure caught your eye.

He stood on the other side of the road, waiting for a safe crossing. Quickly you walked over to the front door to unlock it and let him in.

“Ugh, wet.”, he commented, waddling in.

“Why didn’t you bring an umbrella?”, you asked incredulously when he pulled back his drenched hood and shook his soaked hair like a dog.

“We only have one and one of the others got it tonight.”, he explained as if that was normal.

You swallowed the start of what would probably be a rather long discussion about why it wasn’t smart that 4 roommates shared a singular umbrella and so instead opted for “You should get out of those wet clothes before you catch your death.”

He gave you an overly dramatic look of shock, clutching his soaked collar like a Victorian lady.

“Oh, grow up!”

Together you peeled him out of his hoodie (his t-shirt underneath was dry for the most part) and you considered the dripping bulk of fabric for a second, before making a decision.

Wringing out as much of the excess water as possible over the kitchen sink, you then opened the still warm oven from the banana bread you made earlier and placed the black hoodie on a baking sheet inside.

Akiteru watched you with crossed arms and then asked in complete earnest, “How long do you think it needs?”

“I don’t know, Akiteru. I have never baked hoodie before. I’d give it like 5 minutes and then I’ll turn it over. We’ll see.”

To warm him up you brewed him a big mug of coffee in the already cleaned machine. A gesture that didn’t fail to impress. “I have never felt this special in my life.” He wrapped his large hands around the steaming cup and breathed in the cozy coffee scent.

“Don’t get used to it.”, you said, smiling, taking a sandwich and a bowl of fruit you had prepared for him earlier out of the fridge.

“This café has such excellent service. Thank you.”

You pulled a folder of various papers from a shelf, turning pages as if to check things - he didn’t need to know that you were just pretending. “So, how is the Kei situation - still hating the club?”

“Not so much hating, I’d say indifferent, which somehow is almost worse.”

“How come?”

“At least hate would indicate a strong emotion.”, he said wisely, plopping a grape in his mouth and feeding you one, too, while you were “busy” tapping something on your phone’s calculator and writing gibberish numbers on a slip of paper. When his fingertips accidentally brushed your lips in the process your brain came to a full stop.

“But the spring tournament is right around the corner and I am almost sure he is actually starting to enjoy himself - a little.”

Another grape.

He took a sip of coffee and sighed.

“Your coffee tastes like a hug.”

Your eyes lit up. “I… that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. You mean, like a good hug though, right? Not one of those half-assed one armed thingies.”

He spluttered into his mug and coughed to clear his throat.

“Yes, a good hug. Both arms, full body contact. I am talking full-on cocoon.”

With a bragging smile, brain still fried, you said “I’ve been told I give pretty amazing hugs like that.” proudly pushing your chin up.

“Oh yeah? Well then let’s see what you got.”

You thought for a second, then dropped your highly important paperwork back on the counter. “Let’s have a look at your hoodie first, don’t want it to get too dark.”

A moment later you stood across from each other stretching as if getting ready for a fight. “Alright, little one. Give it your all.”, he said and opened his arms.

He had been ready for a lot of things. He had held your hand before, when navigating through a crowd (only as friends of course), so he was no stranger to the tingles your touch sent through his body.

What he hadn’t been ready for was your head to be leaning against his chest and your hands gently stroking over his back. He returned the hug immediately, placing one hand on your back and one gently cradling your head, resting his cheek against your temple. A perfect fit. It was better than he had ever imagined. Where did they even make people as soft and heavenly squishy as you? For many hasty heartbeats he held you like this. Then you gave the smallest sigh and actually snuggled even closer to him. He couldn’t take it. It was too much. And so without thinking in one quiet breath he let out, “Shit, I’m so in love with you.”

He felt you stiffen in his arms and prepared for the worst. You lifted your head to look at him, your eyes sleepy like you had been about to doze off.

Akiteru loosened his arms so you could pull away like you undoubtedly were going to. But you didn't.

"I'm... I'm sorry that was really stupid.", he said quickly.

"Don't worry, I accidentally tried freezing a cucumber last week. You're good.", you said in a drowsy sort of way.

"What?"

"What?"

He didn't know what to do. You hadn't pulled away. You weren't screaming or running away or hitting him. Instead, you got on your tip-toes, a hand on his chest and smiled, before you set the softest kiss against his surprised lips.