#i woke up super early this morning feeling refreshed

[starcunin]

just   watched   the   scene   where   astarion   does   the   foursome   (   or   ,   the   one   i   watched   was   a   fivesome   with   halsin   lmao   )   and   i’ve   actually   never   seen   it   before.    i   know   a   lot   of   people   have   said   not   to   include   astarion   in   this   scene   because   he   just   dissociates   through   the   whole   thing   ,   but   it’s   not   like   tav   forces   astarion   into   joining   ,   astarion   says   ,    “oh   ,   i’d   like   to   try   things   like   this   again   ,   now   that   i’m   free   to   find   my   own   desires.”    and   so   ??    astarion   tries   it   ,   even   if   he’s   not   really   present   the   entire   time   ,   it   was   still   a   choice   he   got   to   make.    and   as   a   person   with   their   own   sexual   trauma   ,   you   just   kinda   have   to   figure   it   out   one   way   or   another   ,   whether   by   trying   things   out   ,   or   completely   abstaining   —   it’s   his   choice   to   make   either   way. 

[byllsbytch]

Carnival Date

Nicholas Alexander Chavez

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You and Nicholas are off to the state fair today, you spend your morning getting ready and then eventually drive to the carnival

A/N: I’ll make a pt 2 of them going on the rides n shi

Warnings: Bowel issues?

Me and Nicholas were off to the state fair today.

We woke up super early and got ready, while I packed our bag, Nicholas made us breakfast to start the day. In the bag I put my purse, keys, snacks and water bottles, making sure to also grab my camera. While waiting for breakfast I grabbed the camping chairs from the garage and put them in the trunk of the car.

I sat outside at the small coffee table as Nicholas brought out eggs on toast and fruit on the side.

“Mmh!” I moaned “You’re too good to me.”

I waited for Nick to sit down before I cut into the toast the egg yolk running.

“Impressive Mr Chavez, very good job handsome.”

He grinned at the praise, before swallowing hard.

“Um, how did you sleep last night babe?” He questioned.

“Yeah pretty good actually, at one point I dreamt that I was back at my daycare job and there was this one kid that kept running a muck.” I furrowed my eyebrows, “It was actually kind of a nightmare.”

He chuckled, “Well at least you woke up refreshed?”

I just smiled shaking my head.

“How about yourself? Are you ready for the drive?”

“I slept really good actually, best sleep I’ve had this week… it was so comfy and slept like a baby.”

“That’s because I was in your bed last night.” I joked.

He smiled rubbing his forehead.

“I think you’re right actually.” He slightly frowned, “But no dreams though, I guess it’s kind of a blessing, I could’ve been dreaming about naughty kids at daycare.”

We both exchanged a giggle as I drew some strawberries toward my mouth. The fruit was refreshing, the sun was shining and I was in good company.

We spoke for a while before I cleared our plates, washed them, dried them and put them back.

“I’ll get the car started!” I called to the bathroom door where nick was.

I grabbed our stuff and piled it into the car then going to the driver seat and waiting 5 minutes for Nicholas to finally get out the door.

He jumped into the car placing on his glasses.

“You ready princess?” I asked.

“Hell yeah princess!” He replied smacking the dashboard.

I pulled out of the driveway and we were finally off.

“Having bowel issues honey?” I asked.

He looked at me with a smile in disbelief.

“No! I was just -“ He paused for a second. “Having bowel issues” he finished in defeat.

“I couldn’t help it, that egg just went right through me.”

I gasped throwing my hand to my mouth with a giggle.

“Well you’re all sorted now. Would it be bad if I stopped at Starbucks and got us a coffee?”

“Oof, yeah maybe not for me, I can’t trust myself… but go knock yourself out.”

-

After 30 minutes we were still driving but getting close to the fair, the music was pumping and I checked on Nick who was looking out the window. Although we weren’t talking we were completely comfortable in each others presence, we didn’t even need to talk but would still feel content together.

“What show bags are you thinking of getting?” I asked.

“Probably be safe and stick to the Kit Kat one, but I also seen one for cologne.”

I nodded in agreement. “I’d seen one for Ariana Grande.”

He rose an eyebrow, “Ariana Grande?”

“Yeah, I know I’m not her biggest fan but the makeup and perfume in it looks really promising.”

“Tell you what I AM excited for..”

“Tell me Nicholas.”

“A good old CORN DAWWG.”

I couldn’t help but lose it at the way he said corn dog and he stared at me with a pleased grin.

We finally got to the fair and I pulled into the parking lot. It was sectioned off and had cones everywhere, with workers wearing vests to help guide people to their bays.

I pulled up to a young man who had a radio and name badge “JAKE”.

“Hey-ya Guys! What was your number?”

I grabbed my phone and looked for my tickets showing him the screenshot.

“B-12, alrighty just down that way on the left.”

“Awesome thank you.” I smiled taking my foot off the brake.

“Thanks.” Echoed Nicholas.

“No worries darling” I heard the worker call.

Nick spun his head back at the worker.

“Jesus babe, don’t lose your neck.”

“Did he just call you darling?” Nicholas scoffed.

“Am I not?” I teased, “I think he was talking to you darling.”

He shook his head, “He probably says that to everyone.”

I laughed to myself at Nicks tension, still holding onto the fact that another man called me a nickname.

I hopped out the car and went to the back of the car.

“I think I’ll just leave the bag in the car for now, I’ll grab it later when the fireworks start.”

He snaked an arm around my waist, kissing me on the cheek.

“That’s a good idea honey.”

I grabbed out my purse from the bag and put the bag back.

We walked towards the fair hand in hand.

“What do you want to do first?” He asked.

“The basketball toss looks like it has the shortest line.”

He nodded in agreement, “Yeah, we’ll do games first then rides?”

“Sounds like a plan babe.”

We walked closer to the game.

“I bet I’m going to absolutely smoke you.”

“Sure you would Nick, I think you forgot me and Lebron James got almost identical stats, just look at my build.”

Nicholas, who towered over me, look me up and down.

“Hmmm” he hummed.

Ok writing part 2 now, I’ll probably post it either tonight or tomoz because I’m working late tonight. But thank u guys for ur support and hope you enjoyed.

[maggie-004]

(Un-) Lucky coincidence – drabble 1

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary: After waking up early, Y/N enjoys a peaceful morning walk in Madeira and shares her experiences with her cousin Emma via FaceTime. Later, she immerses herself in DJing, unaware that Toni and Jenna are watching her with amusement and admiration.

Warnings: none

Words: 2400

When I woke up the next morning, my phone displayed the early hour of 7:30 a.m. While I would have loved to luxuriate in bed a bit longer, the anticipation of the day ahead kept me from staying under the covers. I decided to embrace the morning and headed for a cool, refreshing shower before anyone else stirred. The water cascaded over me, waking me up fully and invigorating my senses. I took my time, allowing the water to wash away any remaining traces of sleepiness. After the shower, I wrapped myself in a soft, fluffy towel and made my way downstairs. It seemed that everyone was still asleep, so I decided to slip outside for a peaceful morning walk. Toni had shown me a beautiful, secluded path on my previous visit to the island, and I knew it would be the perfect place to start the day. The path was surrounded by lush greenery and led to a quiet spot by a small river. It was a serene oasis where time seemed to stand still. As I walked along the trail, I noticed a group of adorable stray kittens playing among the bushes. Their playful antics brought a smile to my face, and I couldn't resist sitting down to watch them for a while. As the morning sun cast a warm glow over the surroundings, I took a moment to reflect on the incredible journey that had led me here. The serenity of the place allowed me to clear my mind and think about how fortunate I was to be in this beautiful location with two amazing friends. With Madeira being an hour behind Austria's time, I remembered my cousin Emma back home. She was more like a sister to me, and we had grown up together, sharing countless memories and experiences. Feeling a pang of homesickness, I decided to FaceTime her to catch up and share the breathtaking scenery of the island.

Emma's face lit up with happiness as she greeted me, "Hey, Y/N! How are you?" Her voice was filled with genuine excitement, and I could tell she was eager to hear all about my adventures in Madeira. "Hi, Emma! I'm doing fantastic," I replied with equal enthusiasm, feeling grateful for this opportunity to catch up with her. "Madeira is beyond beautiful; it's like paradise on Earth. I've fallen in love with this place. The atmosphere is so laid-back and peaceful, and the locals are incredibly welcoming and friendly. I could easily imagine living here someday." Emma's eyes widened with curiosity, "Wow, that sounds incredible! I'm so happy you're having such an amazing time. And Toni, your best friend, lives there? That's fantastic! She must have shown you all the hidden gems and secret spots." "Absolutely! Toni has been the best tour guide," I said with a smile, recalling the wonderful experiences we shared. "She knows this island like the back of her hand, and she's given us all the addresses to the most breathtaking viewpoints. It's like having our personal local expert." At that moment, I remembered that Emma had watched the streaming session Toni and I did together, so I decided to mention it. "Oh, and guess what? Toni even invited Jenna and me to join her on one of her live stream. It was so much fun! Her chat was super friendly, and they loved getting to know us. I'm grateful for the chance to share this experience with her audience." Emma's eyes sparkled with excitement, "Oh, I saw that stream! You guys were amazing. You really have such great chemistry on camera. You and Toni just have this natural connection that shines through. And I must say, it's adorable to see you and Jenna together. You make such a lovely couple." I blushed, grateful for Emma's warm words of support. "Thank you, Emma. It means a lot to hear that. Jenna and I are really happy together, and being here in Madeira has been an incredible experience for both of us. We're growing even closer as we explore this beautiful island and share so many unforgettable moments." As our conversation continued, I shared more details about the picturesque places we had visited, the delicious local cuisine we had savored, and the charming little encounters with the adorable stray kittens that had captured my heart. Emma, in turn, updated me on the latest happenings back home, including exciting news about her career as a medical student. After a delightful chat with Emma, I felt even more grateful for this magical journey to Madeira. Not only was I basking in the natural beauty of the island and the warmth of its people, but I was also able to share these moments with someone who had been a constant source of love and support in my life. As I ended the call with Emma, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude.

I slowly made my way back to Toni's house, the warmth of the morning sun enveloping me like a comforting embrace. As I approached the house, lost in my thoughts, I must have caught Maria off guard as she opened the door. "Oh, sorry dear, you scared me for a second," Maria chuckled, her hand on her chest. "I'm not used to people being awake this early in this house." I smiled apologetically, realizing that I might have disrupted the usual morning routine. "My apologies, Maria. I hope I didn't cause too much of a stir. The beauty of Madeira's mornings lured me out for a walk." "No need to apologize, dear. It's lovely to see you making the most of your time here," Maria replied warmly. "Now, how about a coffee to start your day?" Her offer was impossible to resist. "Oh, I'd really love that. Thank you," I gratefully accepted, knowing that Maria's coffee-making skills were something to look forward to. As I settled into the cozy kitchen, the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Maria was a true master at her craft, and I couldn't wait to savor the first sip. "So, Maria," I began, curious about her story, "I hope it's okay to ask, but how did you end up working for Toni?" Maria's eyes gleamed with nostalgia as she thought back to how her journey with Toni had started. "Of course, dear, I don't mind sharing at all. Before I joined Toni here, I used to work at a hotel in another part of the island. But to be honest, I didn't really enjoy the experience there." Intrigued, I leaned forward, eager to hear more about what led her to this beautiful home and its welcoming atmosphere. "One day, while I was still working at the hotel, a group of Toni's friends came to stay there," Maria continued. "I overheard them talking about how Toni was looking for someone to help her with the household, and they mentioned that she wanted someone reliable and kind-hearted." It was fascinating how chance encounters and conversations could change the course of one's life. I couldn't help but smile, envisioning the serendipity of that moment. "I knew in my heart that I wanted a change, and working for Toni sounded like a dream come true," Maria said, her sincerity evident in every word. "So, without hesitation, I mustered up the courage and approached her friends. I gave them my phone number, hoping they would pass it along to Toni." Three years later, Maria was still a vital part of Toni's household, and the joy she found in her job was evident. Her story reminded me of the power of taking chances and following one's instincts. "I'm so glad it worked out for you," I said, genuinely happy for Maria. "You and Toni seem to have a wonderful connection, and it's heartwarming to see how much you enjoy being here." Maria beamed, and her eyes sparkled with affection. "Thank you, dear. Working for Toni has been a blessing in more ways than one. She's not just an employer; she's become like family to me. And meeting wonderful people like you and Jenna only adds to the joy of being here." And with that maria handed me my coffee and went to do other things that are required.

With my coffee in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other, I strolled into Toni's beautiful garden. It was a serene place, adorned with vibrant flowers and lush greenery, the perfect spot to enjoy a quiet morning moment. As I settled into a cozy chair, the soft sunlight filtering through the leaves, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. I took a contemplative sip of my coffee, savoring the rich flavor that Maria always managed to achieve. As I did so, I decided it was time to share some of my Madeira adventures with the world, or at least with my social media followers. After all, I had been thoroughly enjoying my time here, and it felt only right to let others be a part of it too. Unlocking my phone, I began scrolling through the pictures Jenna had taken. Her photography skills always managed to capture the essence of the moment, making even the simplest things look extraordinary. I selected a few snapshots of myself amid the stunning landscapes, the stray kittens that had melted my heart, and the charming little river that whispered stories of its own. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about Jenna, my ever-supportive partner. She had a way of making every experience more vibrant and meaningful. Her presence in the photos made it feel like she was right there beside me. As I continued browsing through the gallery, I found pictures that showcased my other great passion: DJing. Music was an integral part of my life, and I loved the thrill of curating beats that resonated with people's souls. There were snapshots of me behind the turntables, lost in the rhythm of the music, and shots of the chat spamming emotes and Toni dancing.

Feeling a surge of happiness and gratitude, I wrote a caption to accompany the photos: "Lost in the mesmerizing beauty of Madeira! 🌿🏞️ These past days have been a dream, filled with breathtaking scenery and adorable fur buddies. Grateful for the warm hospitality of my dear friend @RevedTV and the chance to explore this paradise. Here are some snapshots of what brings me the most joy—@Jennaortega’s photography talent, the love for DJing, and moments of serenity during my morning walks. Sharing the love and positive vibes with all of you! 🎶❤️ #Madeira #TravelDiaries #DJLife #NatureLovers."

As I hit the "post" button, I felt a sense of satisfaction. Sharing my experiences with the world allowed me to connect with others who appreciated similar passions. Of course speculations about me and Jenna dating or even me and Toni dating started in the Comments but, no matter what I’d post people know that Jenna’s in madeira as well right now so I couldn’t care less. I enjoyed my solitude a little longer, before boredom started to get me.

Feeling right at home in Toni's house, I was thrilled when she gave me the green light to use her DJing equipment. Excitement bubbled inside me as I savored the last sip of my coffee, and with the mug in hand, I made my way to the kitchen. The aroma of breakfast filled the air, courtesy of Maria's culinary skills, and my stomach rumbled in appreciation. But DJing beckoned me first; the kitchen could wait. With my mug now empty, I carried it upstairs to Toni's streaming room. As I entered the room, the familiar setup brought a smile to my face. Rows of neatly organized vinyl records, decks, and an impressive mixer awaited my touch. I knew exactly where to begin. Toni's playlist was a treasure trove of electronic dance music (EDM), tech house, and techno – genres I absolutely loved. I carefully donned the headphones, letting the world outside fade away, and the music enveloped me. The first track I selected had a mesmerizing beat that seemed to sync perfectly with the rhythm of my heart. My fingers danced effortlessly over the mixer's knobs and sliders, blending the tunes with an innate sense of harmony. As I lost myself in the music, the outside world ceased to exist. The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, amplifying the enchantment of this moment. The melodies flowed through me, and I became a conduit for the soul-stirring sounds that filled the space. An hour felt like minutes as I immersed myself in the euphoric world of mixing tracks and creating seamless transitions. But as fate would have it, just when I thought I was alone in this musical haven, Toni stirred from her slumber. I didn't notice her presence at first, still captivated by the music, swaying to the rhythm. It was only when I turned slightly that I caught her smiling eyes watching me with amusement. Instead of snapping me out of my DJing reverie, she seemed to enjoy the moment, a silent witness to my creative expression. Toni's impish grin gave away her playful intentions, and without a word, she tiptoed away, surely to get Jenna. As the beat continued to pulse in my ears, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, and there was Jenna, wearing an equally amused smile. I finally realized that they had been quietly observing me, lost in my own world of music. A blush crept up my cheeks, but Jenna's soft laughter instantly eased any embarrassment. "You were in the zone, Y/N. That was incredible to watch," she said, her eyes sparkling with affection. Toni joined in, teasing me gently, "You were so absorbed in the music; we didn't have the heart to disturb you. But we couldn't miss the chance to witness this epic DJing session!" Grateful for their understanding, I couldn't help but laugh along with them. It was wonderful to share my passion with friends who appreciated and cherished these moments of creative freedom. They gestured for me to continue, and without missing a beat, I dived back into the music, this time with the joyful company of Toni and Jenna.

A/N: I really like this one, it’s a little drabble, just Y/N’s morning. Hope you still like it.

[naxlevelnat]

Personal Update Feel Free to Skip

Hey ya'll, just a little update on my life. I've been having a rough time of if the last few months. I've been really sick and both in and out of the doctor, the hospital, and the dentist. Fortunately, I think I'm starting to get better? I'm less congested then I've been in the past month, so I think the antibiotics I've been taking are starting to kick in.

On the social side, I've lost a couple of my close friends recently. They're not dead or anything, just couldn't get along. It hurts, but that's just how it goes sometimes isn't it? I'm not sure where to go from here, a lot of the stuff I've worked on in the past year just kind of shattered around me.

I still love my characters, but I'm not sure what to do with them now. I can't decide if I should put them away, repurpose them, or what. I have time to figure it out, and maybe I'll check out some other fandoms in the meanwhile. Once I've disconnected the ocs from their pasts mentally, it'll be a lot easier to figure out. I still miss their relationships, as silly as that sounds for pretend people, haha, but I'll get over it, I always manage to.

I want to start taking walks more, I took one yesterday early early morning because I woke up super early, and it was kinda refreshing. I just wish it didn't get so hot here. Anyway, enough of me rambling, I just kinda wanted to get it out of my system and let you guys know where I've been!

I'll be alright, I'm pretty resilient. My best friend Pip, @greaseisthebird has been there for me as she always is, and even sent me a couple of the drawings she'd been working on over the past couple months to help cheer me up. I won't post all of them because they weren't all finished, but she said I could post these!

Aren't those awesome? The first is my sona in a dress I really liked :'D and the second a super stylish Telly! Her coloring is always so magical, and she's not even fully done. I'm so grateful to have her in my life. I don't know where I'd be if she didn't stick with me through everything I've been through. No one has been a truer friend then her. I love you, Pip, thank you for being my bestie <3

[babybearsnz]

Hi 🙈 your stories are so nice ! If you ever have time could you do a cute fic again of jungkook getting a bad sneezy cold and trying to hide it, but his sneezing and sniffle and cute red nose finally give him away . It could be winter and he gets too cold from being out in the snow . You could make it him and his brothers or girl y/n and him ? Whatever is easier for you 😁

Hyung, I don’t feel well

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: Yoongi, Jimin, Tae

Relationships: Platonic

Jungkook’s pov:

I woke up before my alarm, unable to breathe through my nose. My mouth and throat were drier than the Sahara. I cleared my throat as I sat up and felt the congestion in my sinuses shift. I grabbed a tissue from my bedside table and blew my nose before getting out of bed and making my way to the kitchen.

As I was walking through the hall, I felt a tickle in my nose and brought a fist up to my face. “hihNGXT! hehNGXT!” Sniffling, I continued walking.

It had snowed yesterday and Bam was super excited to play in it. Last night, I took him outside for a while. He was having so much fun, I lost track of time as we played together. And now I had a cold. Great.

I was thankful the members and I didn’t have schedules today so I could take the day to be lazy.

I was unsurprised to see Yoongi already at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. It appeared he had washed up earlier as well.

“Morning, Kookie,” he said. “What’s got you up so early?”

I shrugged. “Wasn’t tired I guess.”

Yoongi gave me a look of confusion but decided not to question me. My voice sounded a bit stuffy and I was hopeful he wouldn’t notice. It was just a cold. No big deal.

I decided I would make myself a breakfast sandwich and got started on some eggs. As I was cooking I could feel a tickle slowly forming in the back of my nose. I tried to hold it off as long as I could but with little success. “NGXTchh!” I pressed a knuckle to my nostril and sniffled.

“Bless,” Yoongi mumbled. I was a little disappointed he had heard the sneeze I had tried to suppress.

“Thanks, hyung.”

He looked up from his coffee. “You okay?”

“Too much pepper,” I lied, neglecting to verbally assure him that I was, in fact, ‘okay.’ In truth, I wasn’t. But I had felt worse before.

He nodded and went back to his drink.

After I sat down with my food, Jimin waddled in, looking happy and refreshed. I wish I could’ve said the same.

“Good morning, hyung,” he said as he rested his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around him.

Yoongi stroked Jimin’s head. “G’morning, Minnie.”

Jimin then looked up, surprised to see me. “Hey, Kook-ah,” he said and tilted his head. “Awake already?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” I explained before quickly turning away. “hhNGXTchiii! KESHhieew!”

“Oh, bless,” Yoongi said while chewing his own breakfast.

Jimin chimed in, “Aw, bless you, Jungkookie.”

“Sorry, thank you,” I responded. “I inhaled some pepper when I was cooking and I think it irritated my rhinitis.”

Jimin came over to me and ran his fingers through my hair. I smiled up at him, planning to hold onto the lie for as long as possible. I wasn’t feeling completely terrible. Telling the hyungs could wait.

Yoongi’s pov:

I was beginning to get suspicious of Jungkook’s condition. He sounded congested and had been sneezing pretty often. Yes, he’s one of the sneeziest out of the members, but his sneezes sounded different today. Tired and strained. I decided I’d keep an eye on him.

Jin, Hobi, and Namjoon came into the kitchen a little while after I had finished my breakfast. “We’re going to the market,” Jin-hyung stated. “Anyone want to join us?”

Jungkook shook his head.

“I think I’ll stay,” I said.

Jimin nodded. “Me too,” he agreed. “Have fun.”

Soon after the trio had left, Taehyung walked in. He had messy hair and was rubbing his eyes. “Morning,” he yawned.

I gave him a tight hug. He looked so cute when he was sleepy, like a puppy.

“Tae-bear, wake up,” Jimin exclaimed. “Let’s play a game.”

Tae sat down. “Okay,” Jungkook and I both said.

“hihNGXT! hehNGXT! Ugh.” My head spun around when I heard two tiny sneezes from the maknae.

“Bless you, Jungkook,” I offered.

The other two members blessed him as well, but didn’t seem worried in the slightest.

“Thank you,” he sniffled.

We picked a game and played for quite some time before I realized that the amount of sniffling and sneezing coming from the youngest had slowly but surely increased.

“Are you okay, Kookie?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Hyung, I don’t feel well.”

“I thought so, buddy.” I stood up and went over to feel his forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

He leaned into my touch for comfort. “I wasn’t feeling that bad and I didn’t want anyone to worry,” he whined.

“I’ll get you some medicine,” Jimin said as he stood from his chair.

“And I’ll make some tea,” Tae stated.

Jungkook and I smiled at the kind actions of the others and I brought him to the living room to rest on the couch.

“Movie and cuddles?” I asked.

Jungkook nodded frantically and tucked his face into his elbow. “HATCHhiih!”

“Bless you,” Jimin cooed as he returned with cold medicine and a glass of water.

I pulled Jungkook over to rest his head on my shoulder. Jimin and Tae cuddled up on either side of us to start the movie.

With medicine and tea in his system, it wasn’t long before I heard congested snores coming from Jungkook. There were also some snores from Tae, the sleepy puppy.

Jimin giggled and the two of us continued the movie while the maknaes napped in our warm embraces.

[umichenginabroad]

WEEK 2: Weekend in Berlin!

Dobry den! Or guten tag! My roommates and I woke up early Friday morning and walked to the train station, which was very close to our apartment! Our train left at 6:25 and we got to Berlin around 11:30. The train ride there was very relaxing and didn’t feel long- we didn’t pay extra to reserve seats but still had a little pod to ourselves. One tip for trains though: make sure to download movies/homework before you go because you won’t get much service. We stayed at a super fun hostel with a nice common area and bar and it was always busy- we met so many people! In Berlin we saw Museum Island, Charlottenburg Palace, Berlin Wall, and so much more.

On Sunday, we went to the cutest flea market at Mauerpark and I definitely recommend it if you go to Berlin!

We did so much walking over the weekend and my feet are killing me, so if you’re planning on going to Europe, I’d make sure you have really good shoes or insoles. I enjoyed Berlin, but coming back to Prague on Sunday was very refreshing- it definitely is more my vibe and I just love Prague so much!

I found a gym in Prague last week that costed 190 Czk for a day pass and it was so nice! It’s called Xplore fitness and I definitely recommend it to anyone looking for a gym in Prague. I’ve been mostly going on runs in my neighborhood every morning, but it’s nice to switch it up with the gym sometimes. 

On my day off of classes last week, I sat at Riegrovy Sady for a few hours, laying out in the sun and doing work. It was so nice out and I finished all my homework so I didn’t have to think about it over the weekend!

My classes are getting more difficult but it’s definitely still manageable. I don’t love getting out of class at 7pm everyday, but I have the whole morning to myself to work out or do homework. I also do work during my lunch breaks and on Thursdays, but I never have to work too much at night or over the weekend. 

I’ve also been on the lookout for some good cafes that have drinks other than an oatmilk latte. Almost everywhere I go, they don’t have any flavored syrups or almond milk. I found a couple places that have coffees that taste sugary and like America, which I love. Rose Latte was a super cute cafe with pretty drinks- I definitely recommend it. 

I've been trying to get better groceries to make my own meals and save money, but I'm not the best cook. My go to meals are avocado toast, yogurt with fruit and granola, basic salads, and sandwiches. It’s hard to understand exactly what I’m buying at the grocery store so I kinda just guess based on the packaging (also google translate camera is my best friend). I’m trying to learn how to cook meat because I want to eat fresh salmon and chicken but I don’t trust myself to cook it right now lol. I’ll update if I learn how to cook better meals!!

Weekly favorites:

Coffee: salted caramel coconut milk latte from Rose Latte

Food: club sandwich at Cacao (so American I know, but it was so good)

Restaurant: Zluta Pumpa (fun mexican restaurant in our neighborhood) or Burrito Loco (open until 4am)

Sight: Wallenstein Palace gardens (we went there for class and it was pouring rain but still so pretty!)

Cafe: La Boheme (super cute local spot)

Thanks for tuning in to another week in my life in Prague! See you next week!!

Parker Peterson

Industrial and Operations Engineering

Engineering in Prague

[ditloe]

10/365

January 10, 2023

I tested negative today! So happy to finally be free from sickness. I actually am feeling 100%. No lingering sore throat or cough or runny nose. I was really excited to see Chris today because it had been such a long time since I saw him. 

Got up fairly early today like 8:30! Didn’t get much sleep last night. I think it was from the Excedrin I took... usually I can handle the caffeine from it, but since I haven’t taken it in a while, I guess it really affected me. I also woke up to the sound of the rain and wind. It was super loud, and I couldn’t really fall back asleep for a bit. I was surprised that I woke up early after getting little to no sleep. I think I was just excited to eat kbbq and see Chris.

Chris and I ate at Gen today and felt very satisfied afterwards. We tried beef intestine because I’ve been seeing it all over Instagram. I wish it was crispier like the videos I saw, but it was just chewy. I think a crispier texture would’ve been more enjoyable to eat. It was still pretty flavorful though. After kbbq we got boba from Brian Black Tea and it was good today. Maybe because I wasn’t looking for anything super sweet today. 

We went back to Chris’s house, and he wanted to add some milk to his tea because he didn’t get a milk tea. I literally saw him pour the milk into his tea and the milk came out so chunky... but he kept pouring until I said something. He ruined his drink... poor guy. I really wanted to walk so we went for a walk around his neighborhood. The air was refreshing, and we stopped by the playground at Alta and rode the swings for a bit. It was fun trying to get super high on the swing. 

After our walk we chilled at his place and played a ton of board/card games. We started with Tangoes which is a game that involves creating a shape with the shapes that you are given. I ended up winning that game. Then we played a bit of Scrabble until it got kind of boring. We ended with Trouble which was super fun and competitive. Alyssa joined in on the game too which was even more fun. Then Chris and I rested on the couch and played 21 questions. Very difficult game especially because I suck at asking questions. But it was all really funny and entertaining. 

Chris wanted to go for a run before I left so he did that while I walked around the basketball courts. I was able to get close to 10k steps. He finished his run pretty quickly and didn’t have to rest which was good. Proud of him for doing that. 

Got home and showered up. Played some OW with Sartaj and Mikel while Mya watched. Won a couple and lost a couple, but I wasn’t super frustrated maybe because I was playing with friends. I just need two more wins to re-rank... hoping I didn’t drop too much, but also won’t be shocked if I did. 

Hoping I can sleep well tonight and have a very productive morning. Getting back into the groove of things!

Steps: 9.1k

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Burnin’ Up - Firefighter!Chris AU (Part 8: Boiling Point)

Summary: As you and Chris spend more time together, things begin to boil over

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: Fluff! Angst! Child abandonment! Language! Cop vs Firefighter Rivalry! Talk of Child Neglect! Talk of Character Death! Language! Idiots who won’t admit their feelings! Let me know if I missed anything

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Meet the Characters!

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Part 8: Boiling Point

You were walking down the street heading towards your favourite coffee shop to meet Ben. It was a bright sunny day and despite the usual early start, you had a spring in your step. You just felt happy, you weren’t sure why so just put it down to the nice weather and the lack of depressing cases to work on.

“Well hello stranger, you seem pretty chipper this morning,” Ben says with a lopsided grin as you meet him outside the coffee shop.

You just shrug “guess I got a goodnight’s sleep last night”

“well, I did not so let's get some coffee,” Ben says linking his arm with yours and leading you inside the coffee shop.

“Late night last night?” you ask as you queue up.

“yeah, I only got home a couple of hours ago,” Ben says stifling a yawn.

Your jaw drops as you look back at him “you were out drinking until 5 am?!” you ask astonished.

“God no, I spent the night somewhere,” Ben says shaking his head “can’t you see the post-sex glow” he adds smirking as he gestured to his face.

“hm now that you mention it” you hum “so tell me about them,” you ask nudging him with your elbow.

“well it was a pretty wild night” Ben starts making you raise a brow at him “so I first met this girl in the club down the road from mine, she was part of a bachelorette party and we made out in a dark corner of the club, she was a bit touchy-feely but I wasn’t really complaining” he shrugs.

“so she ditched the party to spend the night with you?” you ask making Ben gasp playfully.

“rude!” he says hand to his chest.

You roll your eyes at him “you know what I mean, I’m surprised the party let her go that’s all” you say.

“I know, they didn’t, they pulled her away pretty soon after” Ben explains shaking his head.

“wait so who did you go home with?” you ask confused.

“well I decided to head to the gay bar and met this super cute yoga instructor” Ben smirks shrugging his shoulders.

“oh god was his name like ocean or something?” you laugh shaking your head.

“no his name was Matt, and he’s super fit and super great in bed” Ben smirks wriggling his eyebrows.

You laugh nodding your head “that is always a bonus, so are you gonna see him again” you ask him.

“yes I am, we talked this morning, actually exchanged numbers, nobody left a note or anything,” he says giving you a pointed look, you rolling your eyes at him “and we’re seeing each other this weekend”

“hey the note was a good idea, the wind just had other ideas,” you say stepping up to the counter “I’ll have just a tea please,” you tell the barista before looking over at Ben.

“double americano with cream,” Ben says placing his order “you’re only going for a tea? You’re usually 70% coffee” he comments as you get out your card to pay.

You shrug your shoulders “woke up pretty refreshed this morning, no point having caffeine if I don’t actually need it” you reason, quickly paying for the drinks and moving off to the side to wait for them.

“yeah you have been pretty chipper the past couple of weeks, ever since that storm a couple of weeks back” Ben comments leaning against the counter.

“Yeah I guess, the weather’s been pretty good since then so I’ve been in a good mood,” you say shrugging your shoulders.

“so this good mood has nothing to do with you spending the night at Evans’ house,” Ben asks arching a brow as he collects the drinks, passing you yours.

You shake your head taking a large sip before answering “no, I told you nothing happened” you say as the two of you walk out of the coffee shop.

“and I told you, that I just don’t believe that,” Ben says giving you a pointed look.

You sigh shaking your head at him “nothing happened, we just watched a Disney movie together and both ended up falling asleep” you tell him.

“and did you wake up on the opposite side of the bed to each other,” Ben asks knowingly.

“no… but that doesn’t mean anything,” you say shaking your head.

“I think it means more than you’re letting on, I think you like him” Ben smirks nudging you in the side.

“no we’re just friends” you state shaking your head.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound so convinced” Ben says arching a brow at you.

You sigh shaking your head “i- I don’t know”

“look I know you had a rocky start and you’ve seen the ugly side of him but I’ve never seen you happier, you’re like this whole other person ever since you guys became friends again,” Ben says stopping to turn and face you.

“I dunno benny, even if I did like him, there’s no way he could like me back,” you say shaking your head “he’s seen the worst of me too, it was my fault we got into all this mess, nobody would want to be with me after seeing that” you point out.

“if that was true you guys wouldn’t even be friends now” Ben states.

“I guess, but I dunno” you sigh shaking your head as you continue walking towards the precinct.

“look just next time you hang out with him try and see if you can see any evidence of him liking you back,” Ben says jogging to catch up with you.

“you realise that is easier said than done” you point overlooking over your shoulder at him.

“just try okay? For me?” Ben says stopping you once more with a hand on your arm.

You let out a long sigh before nodding “yes okay, but that doesn’t mean anything will happen” you agree reluctantly.

“as long as there’s a chance I’m good” Ben grins before linking his arm with yours once more and walking off.

When you arrived at the precinct everyone greeted you with a wide smile on their faces, thanking you as you passed.

“why is everyone thanking you?” Ben whispers as you get into the elevator.

“I have no clue” you whisper back equally confused as he was.

As the elevator door opens onto your floor you instantly spot pink boxes all around the bullpen. There were loads, at least one on every desk. You knew exactly what those pink boxes were, your suspicion was confirmed when you saw Hitchcock grabbing a doughnut out of one.

“What is with all the doughnuts? Did someone do a bust on a shop or something?” you say as you toss your jacket over the back of your chair.

“what are you on about?” Diaz called back “you’re the one who organised it all”

“what no I didn’t” you state shaking your head.

“Y/N, look,” Ben says nodding down to the pink box on your desk, a white envelope on top.

You pick up the envelope and rip it open, inside you find a small pink post-it note. You instantly recognise the writing and roll your eyes as you read the note.

Since I know you secretly love doughnuts, I thought I’d treat your squad on your behalf.

0-1  to the firefighters ;)

You shake your head chuckling “oh it's on Evans” you mutter.

“what is it?” Ben asks looking over your shoulder at the note.

“Chris has just started a prank war that he won’t win,” you say as you instantly start thinking of pranks you could pull on him.

“The choice of paper says a lot,” Ben says as he moves round to his desk, sitting down and grabbing a doughnut.

“what do you mean, it's just a pink post-it note,” you say confused.

“just like the pink post-it note that you wrote your number on and then went missing, starting all this off?” Ben supplied with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You roll your eyes at him “you’re thinking too much into this, it’s a very common office supply” you say shaking your head.

“I dunno,” Ben says shrugging his shoulders “to me it looks like he’s pulling your pigtails again” he smirks.

“no, he’s not, it's just a friendly rivalry,” you say shaking your head as he sat down.

“ah, ah, ah what did you say? You promised you’d keep an eye out for evidence that he likes you, this is some pretty good evidence” Ben points out.

“fine but we both know you can’t convict a criminal on one piece of evidence alone” you rebut crossing your arms over your chest.

“true, bet you can’t wait to get him in some handcuff though” Ben smirks winking over at you.

“ew benny you’re disgusting” you groan shaking your head at him.

“Oh shut up and eat a doughnut, you know you want to” Ben laughs nodding down to your box.

“fine but only because I don’t want them to go to waste” you say opening the box.

As you glance down at the box you try to contain the smile on your face when you realise it had all your favourite types in there. You knew ben would say Chris curated that box specifically for you, but you weren’t going to give him the chance. You didn’t need to give him more ammunition.

A couple of days later it was one of your days off, one you decided to use productively by cleaning your apartment and sorting through your closet in the hope to try and have it somewhat organised.

you had also decided to make some brownies, which you were just getting out of the oven when you heard your phone ringing. Quickly putting the tray down on the side you grabbed your phone, confused for a moment when you saw it was Chris calling you. as far as you were aware he was at work, and surely he wouldn’t be calling you if that was the case.

“hey is everything okay? I thought you were at work today?” you ask once you picked up.

“uh yeah I’m fine, I’m just at the station at the moment, I need a favour,” Chris asks his voice surprisingly quiet.

“What kind of favour?” you ask confused.

“can you just swing by the station? I need your help with something” Chris asks you.

You narrow your eyes suspiciously “this isn’t a trap is it to prank me again is it?” you ask sceptically.

Chris chuckles gently “no it's not, I know the rules of a prank war, I cannot prank you until you prank me back, which if you’re not gonna I guess that means I win,” Chris says.

“oh I’m definitely pranking you back Evans, I’m just taking my time, lulling you into a false sense of security” you smirk making him laugh once more, except it wasn’t his usual loud boisterous laugh it was really quiet.

“you know by telling me that it kind negates the point” Chris points out, his voice quiet.

“true, look Chris is everything alright? You’re really quiet” you ask him.

“yeah, I just need your advice on something, it's kinda an emergency,” Chris tells you.

“like my advice or police advice?” you question.

“police advice, look I know it’s your day off today but I really need the help,” Chris asks a pleading tone to his voice.

“Chris if it's something serious you should just call dispatch,” you tell him.

“I know but I need this advice off the record” Chris explains.

“Why have you broken the law or something?” You ask your brows furrowing.

“no, look I’ll explain it once you get here, please?” Chris pleads once more.

“Okay fine I’ll be there as quick as I can” you relent with a sigh.

“thank you, and I’ll buy you a doughnut to make up for it” Chris smirks making you groan in annoyance.

“you’re an ass Evans” you grumble hanging up the phone.

You sigh shoving your phone into your back pocket before turning off the oven and grabbing your trainers. As you slipped them on you began to wonder what on earth Chris could need your advice on, it was definitely a legal issue and one potentially very serious. You just hoped no one was in serious trouble, particularly Chris.

When you arrived at the station you had barely stepped in the door when Dodger came running over to greet you. The pup bounced excitedly until you crouched down to give him some fussing.

“Hey bubba, where’s your dad?” you ask scratching Dodger behind the ear.

Dodger instantly runs off towards the red metal stairs, pausing at the bottom of them to look back at you before running up them. You let out a small huff of a laugh at his Disney-like behaviour before following after him.

As you get to the top of the stairs you spot all the crew sitting together talking in hushed tones. You could see Chris but he had his back to you, as you walked over Jamie and a couple of others greeted you with a smile.

“Hey thanks for coming in,” Jamie says walking over to you.

“it's okay, what’s happened?” you ask following her back over to the guys.

As you reach the group you turn to look at Chris, your eyes widening in surprise when you see the small little baby in his arm. You couldn’t work out whether the baby was just really small or if Chris’ large biceps were making it look small.

“hey,” Chris says smiling up at you from his spot on the couch.

“um hey… why have you got a baby?” you ask pointing down to the child in question.

“This little guy is what we need your help with,” Chris says smiling down at the baby.

“right okay…” you say scratching your head “so what happened?”

“We have this baby drop box, it’s the first in the state, mothers who feel they can’t look after their child can drop it off here in a safe space without fear of prosecution” Jamie explains as you move to sit down.

“yeah, the save haven law,” you say nodding your head.

“exactly but we don’t think this baby is younger than a week,” Paul tells you crossing his arms over his chest.

You sigh looking back over at the baby, even though he looked really small he didn’t look like a baby that had been born in the last week. You watched for a moment as Chris gently rocked the baby in his arms, soothing it back to sleep. A small smile crept onto your face as you watched him, he was a natural at it, you’d seen him with his niece and nephew and were blown away by how much of a natural father he seemed but this was a whole new level. He looked up from the little boy, a smile on his face when his eyes met yours, you returned his smile before clearing your throat reminding yourself why you were here.

“right and the safe haven law require the baby to be left at a maximum of a week old, which means if the mother is found she’ll be prosecuted for child neglect” you sigh nodding your head slightly.

“exactly, so this kid is clearly too old for that law, but otherwise is perfectly healthy so we don’t want the mother to be prosecuted just because she couldn’t handle it” Chris explains, his voice low so as not to disturb the baby.

You nod your head in understanding “I understand, the law was designed to protect those who had unwanted pregnancies, due to rape or other reasons, but it doesn’t really protect those who go into it with the best intentions and then can’t handle it” you explain shaking your head slightly.

“Yeah, we were just saying how the limit should be raised to a month at least,” Steve says, you and the rest of the crew humming in agreement.

“right well, was the baby left with any documentation at all?” you ask them glancing around at the group.

“no it was just on its own, nothing with it” Chris explains.

“Okay, and there’s no CCTV footage of the mother leaving the station?” you question.

“no the box is specifically placed in an area where the mother can have anonymity” Paul explains.

You let out a long sigh nodding your head “okay, so right now there is no way to track the mother down to actually charge and prosecute her” you say rubbing your hands together “so when you take this baby to the hospital, what they’ll do is call the police they’ll ask for any CCTV footage you have and maybe ask for witnesses” you explain.

“but isn’t that unfair on the mother? If they do find her” Chris says his brows frowning together.

“Unfortunately yes, but there’s a high chance they’ll never find her, there’s very little evidence to go on and unless her DNA is in the police database they won’t be able to get details that way” you explain with a sigh.

“that’s good, I just didn’t want her to be prosecuted because of some minor detail like the date, especially if she didn’t know about that rule” Chris sighs looking back down at the baby, his fingers gently running over its chubby cheeks.

“exactly, and if they do find her she can use that in her defence, or the baby might not even be as old as we think, he could have been born late making him seem older than he is, either way, I think the mother is most likely safe from prosecution” you sigh nodding your head.

“good, while I wish this little guy wasn’t going into the care system I’m glad her life isn’t getting ruined” Chris sighs sadly.

“yeah and hopefully he’ll find a great home soon, cases like these usually take priority,” you say reassuring him.

“I guess” he sighs before looking back up at the crew “Jamie can you go call this in”

“on it, let's give the little guy some space too,” she says glancing around at everyone.

The rest of the crew nod in agreement all dispersing leaving just you and Chris behind with the baby. You stand up from your seat moving to sit next to Chris on the couch, watching over his shoulder as the baby stirred in his arms letting out a big yawn before snuggling down further.

“you’re a natural at this,” you say quietly nodding down to the baby.

Chris lets out a small huff shaking his head slightly “it's nothing, just had practice with my niece and nephews” he says.

“it's really not, you’re gonna be a great father one day,” you tell him gently.

You feel him stiffen beside you, his head quickly turning to look at you. you see a strange look in his eyes as he scans your face, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he quickly looks away.

“I dunno” he mumbles under his breath.

“do you not wanna have kids?” you ask him.

He lets out a long sigh as he looks back down at the sleeping baby, his face softening for a moment as he looked down at him, almost as if he was picturing what it would be like.

“I dunno” he repeats shaking his head “a long time ago, yeah I did, I wanted it all but now-“ he starts before cutting himself off.

“what changed if you don’t mind me asking,” you say gently.

“I got older, things didn’t work out the way I wanted, feels like it’s something that just isn’t meant to happen” Chris sighs shaking his head.

“I understand, it might still happen though, you just need to meet the right person,” you say as you look down at the little boy.

When Chris doesn’t answer you look back up at him to find him already looking at you, that strange look in his eyes back and stronger than before. You felt your heart beating in your chest as your gazes met and remained on each other for what felt like an eternity. It felt like a silent conversation was happening but you didn’t understand a word or were just too scared to admit you did.

“do you wanna hold him?” Chris asks his voice barely above a whisper.

“uh yeah sure,” you say clearing your throat.

You shifted slightly on the couch gently taking the little boy into your arms as Chris passed him over. A warm smile appeared on your lips as you looked down at the little boy, he wiggled for a moment in your arms before settling down once more.

“looks like I'm not the only natural” Chris comments with a lop-sided grin.

“let's not get ahead of ourselves,” you say looking over at him with a playful smirk.

Chris laughs gently as he reaches over, his long large fingers gently tickling the boy's stomach making him squirm in your arms, a gummy smile on his face.

“so what about you? do you want kids?” Chris asks.

“I dunno, maybe… it’s a scary prospect really, with me not having my own mother around while growing up, and thinking of balancing work too” you sigh shaking your head.

“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of support around you to lean on,” Chris says gently “I know when Ethan was born the entire family helped out, it was an embarrassment of riches for Carly”

“I don’t really have any family left,” you say your voice quiet.

“but you have lots of friends, myself and my family included,” Chris says his hand moving to rest on your lower back “you have a lot of people who love and support you”

Your heart hammers in your chest at the word love. Your heart desperately wanted Chris to have meant it romantically, your head telling you it could only be friendly. You couldn’t trust your own voice at that moment so you kept your mouth shut and just nodded your head.

“Hey um,” Paul says interrupting the moment, “dispatch says to take the baby to the hospital in the aid car because they don’t have a team spare at the moment”

“right yeah of course,” Chris says clearing his throat, removing his hand from your back and rubbing his hands over his trousers.

“sure um here you go, do you guys want me to accompany you?” you ask passing the baby back to Chris and standing up.

“oh no we’re fine, dispatch says they’ll have someone waiting at the hospital for us,” Paul says shaking his head.

“yeah and it's your day off, you should be at home relaxing,” Chris tells you “I’m sorry for calling you in”

“no, no it's okay, I was happy to help, and look I know it's all a bit up in the air but it’ll work out, the baby will find a new home and the mother can go about her life without worry” you reassure him.

“thank you, I’ll um text you later or something” Chris nods giving you a small smile.

“yeah sure, talk to you later, bye Paulie,” you say giving him a quick wave before heading out.

For the rest of the day you tried to focus on the jobs you needed to do but it was impossible, your mind was solely on Chris. Replaying and analysing every moment, not only from today but from the last few weeks, from the moment you became friends again. The more you thought the more you couldn’t deny you had some really strong feelings towards him, a fact that was only solidified when he texted you a picture that night. It was of you and Chris at the fire station sitting on the couch as you held the baby, Chris's arm around you. You were smiling warmly down at the baby while his eyes were firmly on you. it was the perfect scene and one that made your heart soar, wishing it was real.

Chris: Paulie sent me this and I thought you might like to have it too

Y/N: thank you, it’s a really sweet picture

Chris: yeah, and I know I didn’t say it earlier but I think it proves you’ll be a great mom too x

You felt yourself well up at his words, a watery chuckle escaping your lips because you were definitely head over heels for Chris, praying he felt the same.

It was late into the evening and the fire station was quiet. The rest of the crew had already gone up to the sleep quarters to get some rest and hopefully not be disturbed by a call coming in. Chris however was sat on the couch in the common room, wishing he had a bottle of beer to hand to calm his mind.

He’d just sent you the photo that Paul took of you and him with the baby. When Chris first saw the photo he was annoyed that it had been taken in the first place, knowing Paul would just end up teasing him with it. But the more he looked at the photo the more he liked it, it made the dream of having a wife and kids seem more realistic which was equally terrifying and exhilarating.

“Hey I thought you might still be up” Chris heard someone say behind him.

Looking over his shoulder he was surprised to see his dad standing leaning against the door frame.

“dad what- what are you doing here?” Chris asks confused.

“I heard about the call in about the Baby wanted to check you were okay,” His dad says walking in and moving to sit in the chair adjacent to Chris.

“I’m fine dad,” Chris tells him rubbing his hands together “have-have you heard anything about it?”

“yes the little boy is perfectly healthy, the cops tried to track the mother down using DNA but it was a dead end, child services have officially taken over the case and found him an emergency foster home already” His dad sighs.

“so they’ve dropped the case against the mother?” Chris asks.

“yes, she, whoever she is, is safe from prosecution” His dad nods reassuring him.

“good, I just hope she’s safe from everything else, I just kept wondering what led her to this situation, was it an abusive partner? Was she raped?” Chris sighs running his hands over his face and beard.

“We don’t know and we will never know… all we do know is she made the right call leaving the boy here where he’s safe and she can carry on her life, hopefully for the better,” His dad says leaning forward to put a hand on Chris’ shoulder.

“Thanks dad” Chris sighs giving his dad a small and grateful smile.

His dad gave him a kind, warm smile back before squeezing his shoulder. Chris was glad both his parents were who they were despite everything. He knew he could rely on both of them for support when he needed it, he had already been planning on visiting his mom once his shift was over. His father had paid a visit knowing Chris would want to know what happened to the baby after they dropped it off at the hospital.

However, it was all tinged with sadness when he thought about you, knowing you would never have support like this from your father. Chris’ family had rallied around him when they found out he responded to the fatal RTC, you had no one, at least not until Chris turned up.

“dad, can I ask you something?” Chris asked quietly.

“sure son, anything,” His dad says nodding his head.

“ma said you told her about the fire that killed the commissioner's wife… what happened there? what went so wrong?” Chris asks.

His dad sighs sadly “it was just one of those jobs, one that no matter how hard you try you can’t save everyone” he starts shaking his head “our station was already responding to another fire when we got redirected to it, we tried to get there as quick as possible but we hit roadblock after roadblock” he sighs.

Chris remained silent as he listened to his dad recount the story, he had no idea he was part of the crew that responded that night.

“by the time we got there the entire house was in flames, we got in as quick as possible but she was already gone, we tried re-sus but it didn’t work” his dad sighs dropping his head sadly.

“was the commissioner home?” Chris asks him.

His dad shakes his head “no he was out on night patrol that night, he arrived on the scene just as we called time on his wife”

“shit” Chris mumbled under his breath.

“yeah something changed in him at that moment, he wasn’t my friend anymore, he became cold, everything had to be perfect and his way” His dad sighs making Chris’ eyebrow rise in surprise.

As far as he knew his dad had always hated the commissioner, he never heard him say a good thing about him. So to hear they were once friends was something Chris never thought would happen.

“you were friends? I thought you hated him?” Chris asks astonished.

“yeah we were, we often responded to the same jobs, just like you and Y/N, we built up a good rapport, but after that fire he became unrecognisable, he blamed it on us, and still does” His dad sighs shrugging his shoulders.

“and was it?” Chris asks cautiously.

His dad shook his head “no we did everything we could, there was a formal inquiry and everything, everything that went wrong was down to a matter of chance, the traffic, the longer response time, the hair straightener that short-circuited and the hairspray bottle that acted as an accelerant, but he just couldn’t accept that”

“and what about you two? The friendship you had, it just ended like that?” Chris asks.

“no, it took a little while to completely breakdown,” his dad says shaking his head “Me and your ma tried to help out, but then he snapped, I snapped back and that was it, you ma wasn’t very happy with me but you know he said some pretty hurtful things and like you, I got defensive and said some things I never should have said,” his dad says giving Chris a small pointed look.

“really?” Chris says surprised.

“Yeah, where do you think you got it from? Me and you are more alike than you probably realise” his dad says with a small smile.

Chris froze slightly when he heard that, his entire life all he’s heard is how similar to his father he is, and to begin with he loved that. His dad was the best role model he could ask for. But then his parents' marriage broke down, he saw how his dad broke his mom’s heart, and he didn’t want to be like his father anymore. Chris didn’t want to break his wife’s heart, he didn’t want to tear his family apart. He swore to himself that he wouldn’t be like his father, but he still heard it, people comparing him to his dad, and with every failed relationship it felt more and more impossible.  

“no I know,” Chris says clearing his throat.

His dad gives him another warm smile “but yeah part of me feels bad for saying what I did, but another part of me isn’t because of the person he became, he became a monster, constantly berating other officers and people around him, he isn’t well respected in the force, he’s feared. He’s good at his job, I’ll give him that, but the damage he left in his wake…” his dad says unable to finish his sentence, shaking his head.

“I hate him” Chris mutters shaking his head “Y/N hasn’t told me much, but what I do know is heart-breaking, she grew up with only him, he put poisonous thoughts in her head, acted like a stranger rather than a father, she grew up in a toxic home, unloved,” Chris says beginning to rant before letting out a shaky sigh, dropping his head into his hands.

“I know, it’s one of your mother’s regrets that she didn’t do something to help, but from the outside, everything looked fine” his dad sighs shrugging his shoulders “but despite everything, I think she’d grown into a pretty incredible woman, surrounded by the love of friends”

“even though she slapped and potentially took away my ability to have kids?” Chris asks with a small smirk.

“yeah, but you deserved it” his dad smirks as he stands up from his chair “it's late you should get some rest in case a call comes in,” he says putting a hand on Chris’ shoulder “and I know you’re worried about her, but I think with you around she’s in a pretty good place”

“I’m just a friend,” Chris says looking up at his dad.

“I think we both know you’re more than that” his dad winks “now go to bed”

Chris chuckles nodding his head “yes sir” standing up from the couch to hug his dad “thank dad”

His dad pats his back, waiting for Chris to pull out of the hug when he was ready “it's nothing, see you soon” he smiles before heading out.

Chris bounded up the stairs of your apartment block in a hurry. He was kicking himself for being late, despite the fact, that there was nothing he could have done to prevent it.

“Hey sorry I’m late” Chris called out as he opened the door to your apartment, kicking off his boots.

“it's alright, I was running behind anyway” you called back from the kitchen.

“really? I thought you had today off” Chris frowns as he walks into the kitchen, helping himself to a beer.

“I did but I had some errands to run and lost track of time,” you say walking over and grabbing the beer from his hands and taking a sip, smirking up at him “so what made you late?” you ask him passing his back his beer bottle.

“just a crazy job, took us longer than expected to get back to the station to clock off” Chris answers moving to lean against the counter next to you watching as you stirred the pot on the hob.

“What kind of crazy?” you ask raising a brow at him.

“a bunch of teens went into this old abandoned house that is supposed to be haunted” Chris explains with a small chuckle.

“and was it?” you question holding back a laugh.

“no, well guess it depends on if you believe that sort of stuff, but one of the kids snuck off and hid in the walls trying to scare the other kids” Chris continues to explain as he sips at his beer.

“wait, wait, wait let me guess!” you exclaim holding your hand out to silence him, making him smile back over at you.

“the kid got stuck in the walls and ultimately scared off his friends” you guess, with a hopeful look on your face, biting your lower lip slightly.

Chris took a moment just to watch you, your hands clasped together the excited look on your face as you waited to see if you were right or not. Seeing you happy was one of his favourite sights, your bright eyes and brilliant smile. He wanted to always see it, and take away anything that made it disappear.

“yep, and it wasn’t easy to find where he was either because the house just carried his voice all over” Chris laughs gesturing around his face.

“that is pretty crazy but I’ve dealt with crazier” you smirk giving him a sidewards look as you returned to the meal you were cooking.

“oh yeah?” Chris says crossing his arms over his chest and arching a brow “what kind of crazy?”

“how about a loose zebra?” you say tilting your head slightly.

Chris furrows his brows in confusion “a what?” he asks surprised.

“you heard me, we got a call saying there was a zebra loose in someone’s backyard, turned out it had gotten loose from a private collection and when we looked into it further this collection had no permits it was all illegal, links to the illicit trade and everything, to date it’s one of my biggest busts,” you say proudly.

“no way” Chris huffs in surprise “what happened to all the animals?”

“they got rehomed to different sanctuaries and zoos across America, one Tiger even ended up moving to this sanctuary in the UK,” you tell him as you turn off the hob and begin serving up.

“poor tiger, moving from beautiful Massachusetts to rainy old England” Chris chuckles shaking his head.

“I doubt he cares too much, the sanctuary sends me photos and he’s looking good, much better than before” you smile to yourself as you plate up the food.

Chris smiles over at you “do you usually keep in touch with people from old cases?” Chris asks as he helps you carry the plates over to the table.

“If I can, it's nice to see how people are and make sure they’re okay, especially those whose cases while they got solved still lost a lot” you sigh as you sit down.

“Are there many of those?” Chris asks brow arched in concern.

“no, thankfully not, but there’s definitely more than I’d like” you sigh looking down at your plate, pushing your food around.

Chris sighs gently, watching the cloud darken across your features. He reaches over to take your hand in his, thumb gently brushing over your skin. He watches as your eyes widen slightly, darting to your joined hands before finding his. He panics for a moment that you didn’t want him touching you, that you didn’t feel the same as him, but just as he goes to pull his hand away your eyes soften and a small smile appears on your lips.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up over it, you’re the best cop I know and they know you would have done everything you could,” he tells you softly.

“Thanks Chris,” you say your voice barely above a whisper.

“it's nothing, now c’mon let's eat because this looks and smells delicious” Chris smiles nodding down to his plate full of food.

“well I don’t know about that, your mom said how much you like Italian food but I doubt my meatballs compare to hers,” you say shaking your head.

A smile appears on Chris’ face as he can’t help but think you made this specifically for him, after hearing how much he liked this sort of food. He wasn’t sure if he could think of anyone who’d done that before, his girlfriends in the past would cook what they wanted, usually something that left him still hungry.

“well it is a pretty tough competition but so far it's looking good” Chris comments as he loads up his fork.

He sees you watching him closely as he takes his first bite, anxious to see what he thought and if he was honest this was probably the best plate of meatballs he’d ever had. He felt almost guilty to admit it because he was a sucker for his mom’s cooking but yours were also incredible.

“This is amazing,” Chris says shaking his head as he takes another large bit.

“you’re just being kind,” you say with a bashful look on your face.

“nope, honestly if you held a gun to my head and asked me to pick a favourite, these or my ma’s, I’d be dead because I couldn’t possibly choose,” he tells you shovelling more food onto his fork and into his mouth “seriously where did you learn to cook like this?”

You shrug your shoulders “my grandma taught me a bit when I was younger but I guess I kinda learnt on my way, I’ve been cooking a long time” you say as you start eating.

Chris furrows his brows at this, swallowing his mouthful before speaking “what do you mean?” he asks.

“well my grandparents couldn’t always look after me, so I’d be home alone a lot my father would leave things I could easily put in the oven or microwave like pizza bagels but they got boring after a while so I started cooking for myself and him” you explain keeping your eyes set on your plate in front of you.

Chris had to stop himself from snapping his fork in half in anger when he heard this, keeping his voice level as he asked “how old were you when you started cooking?”

You shrugged your shoulders slightly “I dunno, 7 maybe?” you answer.

Chris dropped his fork against the plate making you jump slightly, he muttered an apology as he ran his hand over his beard, grabbing his beer bottle and almost downing the entire bottle in one go. Ever since the conversation he had with his dad about your father, he’d done a bit more digging himself, asking people what they thought of the commissioner, and none of it was good. He’d secretly hoped that there was at least a few years before you had to fend for yourself, emotionally and physically, and hearing that wasn’t the case pissed him off to no end, especially when you talked so casually about it as if this was the norm.

“wow,” Chris says clearing his throat as he picked his fork back up “that’s um young” he comments going straight back to eating.

“I guess, but I enjoy cooking so I’m glad I learnt it,” you say a small smile on your face, your eyes lifting to meet his.

Chris felt his anger begin to dissipate as he looked back at you, because he could tell you were genuinely happy about it, and telling the truth. A small smile pulls at his lips as he looks at you, nodding his head.

“always a silver lining” he swallows, his voice cracking slightly.

Silence falls between the two of you as you continue to eat, Chris desperately trying to think of something to say, a change of topic but his mind was drawing a blank. Only able to think about the idea of you home alone cooking at such a young age.

“garlic bread?” you offer finally breaking the silence, holding the plate out to him.

“yeah sure thanks,” he says grabbing a couple of pieces.

“So how are things at the station?” you then ask him.

“good, we haven’t had too many call-outs this week which is nice but does mean killing time though which is proving difficult because our TV remote has vanished into thin air,” Chris says shaking his head, he glances back over at you to see you poorly trying to conceal a smile “wait…. Did you…. no you couldn’t have…. Did you?” he stutters.

You let out a laugh, reaching over to the side and grabbing your handbag and pulling out the station’s TV remote “I was wondering when you were gonna notice” you chuckle.

“we noticed!” Chris exclaimed, “I just didn’t think it was you!”

“that’s the best kind of prank, the small untraceable ones, I was gonna sneak it back next week, leave it somewhere super obvious so it made you lot think you were going mad” you smirk victoriously.

“you’re evil” Chris mutters shaking his head in disbelief.

“evil genius” you correct making him throw his head back laughing.

“we’ve been going crazy, we had no clue what to do with ourselves!” Chris laughs shaking his head.

“try reading a book!” you laugh.

Chris smiles shaking his head as he held out his hand for the remote “thank you, but you do realise this means I can retaliate now” he points out as you pass him the remote.

“do your worst Evans” you smirk.

“oh, you’re gonna regret saying that” Chris laughs shaking his head.

Once the both of you finished eating Chris cleared up all the plates, despite your protests and washed up everything. Telling you to leave him to it since you cooked dinner and to go pick what movie to watch tonight.

Once he placed the last plate on the drying rack he grabbed a towel to dry his hands before opening the fridge to grab another bottle of beer for himself and you. As he walked out of the kitchen he found you sat with your legs crossed on the couch, blanket over your legs book in hand.

“I hope you aren’t expecting me to read the book the movie is based on” Chris comments as he passes you your beer.

“hm?” you hum looking up at him “oh this? It's nothing,” you say closing the book and dropping it onto the coffee table.

As you do so Chris gets a better look at it, realising it was a textbook for the lieutenants' exam. He furrowed his brows at this since you’d only been a sergeant for a couple of months now.

“lieutenants exam already?” Chris asks picking up the book, giving it a once over “I didn’t realise you could take it so soon”

“you can’t,” you say shaking your head “I still have to be a sergeant for at least a year before applying but I thought I better get a head start,” you say shrugging your shoulders.

“isn’t that a bunch of extra work and stress you don’t need,” Chris says shaking his head.

“I guess but let's be honest I should probably already be a lieutenant by now, doing this just means I can get there sooner,” you say fiddling with the blanket on your lap.

Chris’ jaw clenched unbearable tight hearing that, what you just said wasn’t you being ambitious, it was words that had been put in your mouth. And Chris had a pretty good idea who.

“Who told you that?” Chris states keeping his voice as level as possible, hands clenched into fists.

“no one,” you say quickly shaking your head, looking up at him your eyes widening.

“bullshit!” Chris snapped making you flinch “it was your father wasn’t it?” he demands his anger towards your father getting the better of him.

“yeah but so what! He’s just trying to get me to be the best I can possibly be!” you argue.

“no, he’s not! This isn’t him encouraging you! it's him pressuring you and I can’t understand why you don’t see how crap of a father he is!” Chris exclaims hand running across his forehead as he began to pace in front of the TV.

“because he isn’t!” you defend looking up at Chris from your spot on the couch in disbelief.

“yes, he is! All I’ve heard from you and everyone else is how cruel and horrible he is! How he’s feared in the police force! He should have been done for child neglect and abuse!” Chris shouts turning back to face you.

“he’s not abusive! He’s an asshole but he’s never hit me or anyone else!” you argue standing up from your seat on the couch.

“no, but he’s coercive, ridiculing, verbally abusive! How the hell don’t you see that! He treats you like a stranger! Not a daughter!” Chris exclaims gesturing over to the photo of you and your father “he doesn’t love you!”

“fuck off Evans! You know nothing about my family!” you growl, rage burning in your eyes.

“no but I know what a real loving family is like and it’s not that!” Chris retorts.

“get out!” you state pointing to the door.

“Y/N c’mon you have to see this” Chris scoffs shaking his head in disbelief.

“I said get out!” you scream “go before I arrest you for trespassing”

Chris scoffs shaking his head, storming past you grabbing his shoes and jacket as he went. He open the door with so much force it could have broken from the hinges, leaving it open as he stormed out of your apartment and down the stairs. He heard you slam the door shut behind him, the sound echoing through the halls and down the stairwell. It made Chris pause for a moment, considering a moment to stop, go back and talk it out properly, but the moment passed and his anger returned. Leaving him storming down the street, seething for the rest of the night.

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Request: headcanons, in what order do the brothers get up and what do they do to prepare? Who tends to be stuck with breakfast? Who takes too long in the bathroom? Who's far too loud so early in the morning for the others to deal with? Etc, etc.

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their morning routines

includes: the brothers & the brothers

wc: .8k | rated g | m.list

warnings: depictions of food and (potentially unhealthy) eating habits

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➳ lucifer is the first up, that is, if he ever went to bed. he has his own private bathroom and showers each morning, keeping the water tepid. he spends a few minutes doing his hair, then, on days where his eyebags are especially bad, using some concealer asmo had gifted him to cover them up to the best of his ability. once he’s dressed and presentable, he gets some coffee (black, ofc) and something light, like an english muffin. he used to not eat breakfast but you kicked up a fuss about it and now he does, unwilling to admit it actually make shim feel a lot better and more prepared for the day. he then goes and wakes those who aren’t already up or have ignored their alarms.

➳ mammon wakes up in the middle of the pack, not bothering to make his bed or anything like that. he had thrown his clothes over the back of his char the night before and now pulls them on, uncaring that they’re slightly crumpled. he then goes to the bathroom he shares with levi and satan, sometimes having to wait for one of them to finish up, depending on how fast he got dressed. he then brushes his teeth and hair, making sure he looks okay. then he goes back to his room and grabs his bag, joining lucifer in the dining room for some companionable silence before he fully wakes up.

➳ levi only has to be waken by lucifer sometimes. most of the time he’s up with his alarm and prepared for the day with ease. it all depends how late he stays up gaming the previous night. he keeps his uniform hung on his door, so he slips it on, then rushes to the bathroom to try and beat mammon and satan. once in the bathroom he washes his face and finger-combs his hair into place, gelling it slightly. he doesn’t typically eat breakfast, but he does try to get at least one glass of water in before he goes to rad.

➳ satan is the third up, ofc, and follows the exact same routine every day, going to the bathroom and brushing his teeth, then going back to his room to dress. he spends some time arranging his school things before he goes back to the bathroom to do his hair and adjust his outfit accordingly, like straightening his bowtie and making sure his cape falls correctly. he then gets some coffee, also black, and a piece of fruit before heading back to his room to do some reading or writing before he has to leave for class.

➳ asmo is second up, making sure he has lots of time to get ready. before he gets out of bed he checks his ddd, liking and replying to messages and sending out a good morning message to his followers, sometimes including an ‘i woke up like this’ selfie. he then pulls himself out of bed and into the shower, making the water as hot as it can go. once out, he dons his robe then blow-dries his hair, curling it and then doing his makeup. once hair and makeup are done, he gets dressed, including any cute accessories he thinks will work for the day. then he makes a healthy smoothie and posts a breakfast pic to his story, before enjoying it slowly, knowing he got his school stuff together the night before.

➳ beel has a habit of snoozing one-too-many times so lucifer has to wake him and belphie most days. he showers in the evenings so he only needs to brush his teeth, as most days he forgets to do his hair. he then gets dressed, waking belphie for the second time, and once he’s sure his brother is up, goes downstairs for breakfast. he obviously has a delicious spread, and sometimes asmo will come by and pick off a piece of whatever he’s made, which he doesn’t mind. he also makes some food for belphie.

➳ belphie gets up last, to the surprise of no one, and it takes several alarms and having to be woken by lucifer and beel for him to actually get out of bed. he’s slow-moving in the mornings, so he tries to get as much ready the night before, meaning everything is already laid out for him and he only had to put it on. beel is out of their shared bathroom by the time he goes in and brushes his teeth and he runs a brush through his hair a few times before calling it good. he brings his schoolbag with him downstairs as he knows he’s running late, and beel hands him his breakfast, which he eats (mostly out of obligation, though he is grateful) as they’re rushing out the door.

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WORKING FOR THE KNIFE- L.LAUFEYSON

Pairing: Boyfriend! Loki x Fem!Reader ( Modern AU) 

Word Count: 2.5 k ( this was supposed to be a blurb once again lol )

Summary: your boyfriend loki spoils you after a long day at work.

Warnings: panic attack mentioned, swearing, smut implied... this is super fluffy

Note: this was inspired by the song working for the knife by mitski! the reader and loki act like an old married couple in this and it is ADORABLE to me ok thats all please enjoy petals i love you

-claire bear

It started off well. 

You woke up, refreshed, and on time. You touched up your hair in the style you wanted, picked out an outfit that made your confidence skyrocket, and did your makeup just right. Hell, you even got a quick run-in before work and had time to make and eat a proper breakfast instead of snagging an apple, rushing out the door like you did every other day. 

You were happy and calm. In control. With an extra pep in your step, you walked into the office with a smile on your face, and baked goods in hand to give out to all your co-workers that you had prepared the night before.

 Today will be good. Today will be good. 

Those words looped in your mind like a broken record as you set the cookies in the break room, smiling to yourself as your friend Mindy was babbling about her current girlfriend and how beautiful she was.

 “ How’s that boyfriend of yours anyways sweets?” she asked, taking a sip of coffee. “Oh, Loki? He’s good! Really good, actually.” you gushed, cheeks going warm at the idea of the man. “Someone’s blushingggg…” she teased, and you smacked her arm gently, trotting off with a playful roll of your eyes. 

“ Get some work done today Y/L/N and stop gushing over the man!” Mindy called from behind you and you turned around to stick your tongue out at her.

 That was hours ago. It all went downhill from then. Papers after papers piled upon your desk. You couldn’t count on two hands how many times your boss had called you into his office, asking you to do more and more tasks.

 It didn't help that your computer was running at the speed of a sloth, and your coffee was bitter and cold. You were spiralling out of control, yet again. And here you were, alone. Loki wasn’t here to help you, to hold or love you. 

You wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball with Loki and cuddle, watching a Disney movie on the couch. Yet here you were on the edge of another nervous breakdown.

 The job sucked. It really did.

 Mindy and money were the two things that got your ass out of bed to show up and put in the effort. With your head in your hands, you sighed, feeling the tears build up. When was the last time you took a break today, other than this morning before you clocked in with Mindy? Did you even take a break? You couldn’t remember, head turning to mush. 

Your day was almost done, the clock’s hands ticking closer and closer to your escape from his hell. Ding!

pretty boy: how’s my favorite girl today?

A small smile appeared on your lips at the notification. You missed Loki more than anything right now.

you: she’s pretty stressed. missing her boyfriend and wanting his touch -xx

pretty boy: i’’m sorry button… we must get you out of that hell hole soon. too much stress on that precious little body isn’t good :(

pretty boy:...

pretty boy: any panic attacks today love?

you: yeah… i had one early. didnt want to bother you though.

You shivered at the memory, the sickness you felt a few hours prior. Almost hurling your guts up in the washroom was not a productive use of your time, your boss would say. Daily, the attacks would sneak up on you at the worst times, causing you to feel sick. The butterflies would flutter, your heart beating too quickly. The room would feel too hot, your head would feel light. Every time you just imagined Loki with you-  his soothing touch, his soft, silky voice calming you down.

pretty boy: darling i’ve told you so many times- you are not a burden. ever. i just wish i was with you.

you: me too baby.

pretty boy: …

pretty boy: are you done at 7 button?

you: yes. attempting to keep my cool until then

pretty boy: on my way to pick you up. i’ll be parked out front of the building button, see you soon <3

A smile crept upon your face at his message, and you shut your phone off with a click, slouching back in your chair with a huff. The hands on the clock faded back into your consciousness, the faint ticking sound humming dully in your ear. 

An hour left.

 You stretched your back, joints popping you sighed in relief. People began to trickle out of the office slowly, the sky growing darker as you continued to scratch your pen against the papers, typing up logs and reports. You were tired. Everything ached. Your head was throbbing, your joints stiff and your hands cramped. 

The idea of a hot shower and the coziness of your favourite fuzzy blankets Loki had bought you called to you like a siren, the thought of the warmth and comfort alone had you weak in the knees. Just as you thought you were going to chuck your chair across the room, your phone buzzed. 6:58.

pretty boy: parked and ready outside when you are honey. no rush -xo

You nearly cried, the relief of being done with this place for two days had you jumping from your seat and scrambling to get your desk organized. Papers were done, reports written up. 

With a smile, you shrugged on your coat and grabbed your purse- near bolting down the stairs and out through the front lobby. You spotted his car parked across the street through the bay windows, his tall brooding figure stepping out of the driver’s side. 

You almost laughed, his all-black attire standing out against the bright hues of the trees and flowers from the park behind him. Loki was intimidating, you’d admit. But not to you. Never to you. He was tall, towering at 6’4 with muscles that would put the gods to shame. His stare was intense and dark, and if you were caught under his gaze for too long, you best hurry along. He always had a twinkle in his eye for you though, his gaze softening, a smile forming on his face whenever you were near. 

The thought of his outer shell breaking- just for you, made you giddy like a little girl who got a valentine back from her middle school crush. 

 “ Have a good weekend Miss. Doris!” You waved the last secretary on shift, earning a smile and a little wave from the older lady at her desk. With one last glance at the shimmering chandelier above you, you stepped through the revolving door. 

Holy fuck. It was fucking COLD.

Bundling up your jacket tighter around you, you quickly ran over to Loki’s open arms, getting wrapped in his warm, loving embrace. You clung to him like a koala, peering up at him as his deep laughter rumbled through his chest. “Someone’s cold hmm?” he teased, cupping your frostbitten cheeks, stroking them with his thumbs. “It appears so huh?!” you pouted, playfully booping his nose with your finger. 

Time flickered and jumped back again as leaned down to kiss you, his touch coaxing and gentle. You moaned lightly at the taste of his soft lips, his taste of honey staining your lips. You shuddered, from the cold and his touch as his hand snaked back to cradle the back of your neck, his kiss loving and sweet. 

You could always hear a story through his kisses, whether they were playful pecks, rough and messy- or gentle and loving, like this one. These kisses were ones where he missed you, and he ached to keep you protected and in his embrace. You knew he wouldn’t leave your side the whole weekend, and you were more than okay with that. 

“ Missed you most, little button.” he murmured, holding you tighter to him, allowing you to inhale his scent of wood and musk. “Not possible.” With a roll of his eyes, he shooed you towards the passenger side, feeling your cheeks still tinted with cold, even after his kiss. You smiled even bigger when he reached for the door handle, opening the door for you. “ Such a gentleman!” 

The warm air blasted from the vents and you sighed with relief as he shut the door firmly, trapping the heat in. Your cheeks were burning from the temperature change, and you shivered- rubbing your hands together.  Loki quickly slid into his side, setting a hand on your inner thigh and squeezing it lovingly. 

His sweet voice distracted you from any anxious and stressful thoughts, fogging up your mind with sweet praises and love to block the ideas of your boss’s nagging voice. As the light turned red, he leaned over and kissed you like his life depended on it.

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“When did you stop by?” you asked him, digging for your keys in your purse, the keychains dangling as you put the brass key in the lock. “ Five. I missed the smell of that vanilla candle you have.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “ Loki you know you can buy them anywhere right? Target, Walmart, Homesense?” The door swung open and you sighed, happy to be back in your little townhouse. “ Not yours…” he mumbled, sliding off his boots and setting them on the rack. 

The number of times you had scolded him for boot in the house must have stuck, and you nodded in acknowledgement as he set them down with a snort. Muddy boots in your house were a huge no-no. Loki never let anyone boss him around, but the scowl you made when you tracked the dirt on the floor had him rethinking testing you. Plus, you threatened no sex- which sent him running back to the front door and grabbing the broom each time he forgot. 

“What should I make tonight baby? I was thinking linguine- Oh!” you stopped in your tracks, feeling Loki sneak up behind you and tug you close with his arm. A brown teddy bear sat perched on your marble kitchen island, a red heart stitched in his paw. A bouquet of tulips were placed next to a bottle of red wine, your vanilla candle flickering beside it. 

You were so touched you could cry.

 “ Whats this baby?’ you asked, cheeks flushed as you turned around to meet his cheeky grin. “Wanted to spoil my best little button.” 

“ Awh honey!” you cooed, kissing him gently. “ Thank you baby. But it’s not a holiday- you didn't need to buy me anything. You don’t even need to get me things on holidays… I have enough stuff in storage-” 

“ Can I not just spoil my best girl?” he cut off your rambling, walking over to give you the bear. “ No.” you giggled, grabbing the bear and holding it close to your chest. “ Smartass.” he grinned, snatching the bottle of wine and an opener. “ I’m making dinner tonight honey. Spoiling you means you do- no. work.” he emphasized, pouring you a glass of the dark red liquid, swirling the glass. You rolled your eyes, knowing there was no use fighting him. Plus, that gave you time for that hot shower you were craving.

 “ Fine. His name is Bucky, by the way.” His eyebrow cocked in confusion. “Whose?” 

“ The bear- dumbass.”

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The night was going amazing. You hadn’t lifted a finger, and it felt good. That’s one of the many things you loved about Loki, he understood. He could sense when you were tired, or anxious, despite being a closed book most of the time.

 Loki loved spoiling you, and in the relationship, he tended to be in control and baby you, which was a nice change from your work and social life. You adored the man. Despite the many times you had offered to help cook, he shooed you away. 

Stepping out of the bathroom, you smelt of lavender and vanilla from body wash and scrubs you had used in the hot shower, your skin still soft from the lotion you had applied. Slipping on one of Loki’s sweaters, you trotted out of the bedroom, shaking your damp hair like a dog. 

You didn't miss the subtle glance he gave you, looking you up and down with a smile in a glint in his emerald green eyes. His gaze lingered on your legs, chuckling softly at how his sweater covered past your knees. A book was calling your name, and you swiftly grabbed a dog eared off the shelf and clambered into the corner of the L-shaped couch. The fuzzy blanket warmed you as you read your book by the fire, listening to Loki humming to the soft jazz music that trickled from the kitchen as he cooked.

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Dinner was amazing, to say the least. Loki had cooked your grandmother’s lasagne recipe, with homemade tiramisu for dessert. Cleaning up with him was a nightmare, the two of you splashing water and suds on each other while washing the dishes. 

Stuffed, free of bubbles and contempt, you snuggled up with Loki on the couch, a blanket draped across the two of you. A movie played quietly in the background as you stroked the bulky arm that lay draped across your chest, drawing patterns along it.

 He kissed your head softly, tracing circles along your lower stomach. His touch was comforting and soft. It was everything you needed. It felt like home.

 “ Thank you for tonight baby.” you whispered, snuggling closer to him. “ You’re welcome. Although you do know once I marry you you’ll receive that every second of every day… right?”

 “ Will I get tiramisu every day too?” you pouted, and Loki pinched your side playfully. “Every day. Only the best for my button.” he smothered you in kisses, emitting giggles and protests from you. Eyes wandering from the screen, you glanced down at the coffee table to see the candle flickering dimly in front of you, the scent of lavender wafting through the air. Oh shit. “ Hey baby what time did you say you came here at?”

 “ Five I think? Why?” Your eyes widened in alarm. “ And you left here at six?”

 He shifted to face you, his dark onyx locks falling down around to frame his slender cheekbones. “ Yes? Is something wrong button?” 

“ You left a candle burning for TWO HOURS at the house ALONE?!” He slowly nodded in confusion and you sighed, placing your head in your hands. “ Loki you could have burned the house down. What if it actually burnt down? Do you know how pissed my landlord would be? He’d kill me in my sleep. And all my bobble heads would get burnt to a pile of ash-”

  Oof! A pillow smacked your head, cutting you off. You glared at Loki- a mischievous look in his eyes, grin as evil as the cheshire cats. 

“ Button, I love you but- shut up.” 

“ Oh, it’s war now boy!” you grumbled, snatching the pillow and hitting him playfully. The pillow fight lasted a whole ten minutes, ending when you rolled on top of him and straddled his lap. “ I won. Fair and square. Don’t pick battles you can’t win Laufeyson.” you huffed, blowing a strand of hair that landed in your face from the duel.

  Smack! 

“ Your head isn’t the only thing I’m hittin tonight button.”

[kamino-blues]

Peaceful Mornings With the Bad Batch

Rating: Pg and sfw!!

Warnings: Super fluffy!! Kissing and just overall soft!Bad Batch

Note: Honestly imagining how the different Bad Batch members would interact with their s/o in the morning after waking up made me feel so warm and fuzzy 💕At the time of posting this I have not seen the new episode, but I have a feeling that it is potentially going to be angsty! So here is something to hopefully comfort you <3

Wrecker

Wrecker absolutely loves to sleep in, usually sleeping past when he’s supposed to get up

So when you wake up, you are engulfed in warmth, his arms holding you tightly to his body

It takes a lot to wake him normally, but a few kisses against his neck will cause him to slowly open his eyes

He is incredibly soft spoken (by Wrecker standards) when he first wakes up, burying his face in your hair with a small “g’morning”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, moving your arms to trace shapes on his back as your eyes close

Both of you never want to leave the comfort of your bed, but sadly being on the run means early mornings

Wrecker wouldn’t get up first, content in holding you, so you would slowly have to pull away (with a lot of light complaining by Wrecker)

You would help pull him up to sitting position, before he would grab you and pull you into his lap, catching you in a lazy kiss

It would take a lot to actually start getting ready, you again having to pull away to stand up

After you both got ready for the day, you two would spend a moment before going out to the rest of the crew

He would pull you into a hug, mumbling a small ‘I love you’ (and you of course returning it)

You both never knew what the day would bring, so having this time to be in each others presence grounded both of you

Echo

Echo was used to waking up early from his time in the 501st, so you would usually feel shifting in yours and Echos shared bed way before you would usually get up

With your eyes half open, you would reach over to where Echo should be, realizing that he got out of bed. You would usually let out a small whine at this, slowly sitting up

More then once you have sleepily made eye contact with a shirtless Echo, in the process of changing the top of his blacks to get ready for the day

He would always be flustered when he realized you were awake, but could never resist you when you made grabby hands at him. All you wanted was for him to come back to bed

After a few moments Echo would make his way back to bed, laying down next to you

You would automatically hold onto him, laying your head on his bare chest as you got comfortable

You mumbled a small 'I love you', which he quickly returned, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head

Echo would run his hand through your hair, slowly luring you back into a comfortable sleep

He would be there when you have to wake up, him lightly shaking your shoulder to lure you to consciousness

At first you would grumble, but as you move your head you make eye contact with Echo

His eyes are so light, looking at you with the most loving gaze you have ever seen

You couldn’t help but push yourself up on the mattress, sitting up so that you could press a kiss to his lips

He would melt into it, wrapping his arms around your neck

You wish it could last forever, but sadly you both had to get ready for the day ahead

So begrudgingly you both pulled away, getting up to start the day (not before stealing a few small kisses as you both got ready)

Tech

It was rare for Tech to go to bed and stay in bed, preferring to work on projects instead of sleeping

So often in the early morning you would feel the bed dip, arms pulling you close as you shift in bed

You usually ended up mumbling something incoherent, causing Tech to let out a soft laugh before giving you a kiss to the forehead

This was followed by him telling you to go back to bed, which you would follow almost instantly

As soon as morning hits, you feel shifting in your arms, trying to get out of your grasp without waking you

You would just tighten your arms at this, letting out a small noise as your eyes open

Tech would ask you kindly to let him get up, but you would distract him by moving your hand up to his face. You would trace the side of his face where his glasses normally rested

You would quietly tell him how cute he looked without his glasses, causing him to instantly flush

Catch him stuttering, still not very good at responding to your compliments

Silence him with a kiss, honestly he would be grateful for it since it gave him something to focus on

Tech would be the one to pull away, standing up while offering you a hand to pull you up

You would take it, and as soon as you were standing you would pull him into a hug, grabbing onto the back of his blacks

You both would exchange ‘I love you's’ before starting to get ready for the day

Tech would finish before you, sitting on the bed with his datapad while he waited for you

When you were done, you would crawl onto the bed behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso while leaning your chin on his right shoulder

No words would be spoken, you both staying there until Tech was ready to go or until you were called to the cockpit of the Marauder

Hunter

Hunter was very regimented, so he slept around the same time every night and woke up at the same time every morning

That was until you came along. Now he was used to staying up a little later to spend time with you, but he would still wake up relatively early

He would always wake up first, waking you up with small kisses here and there

Hunter loved it when you stretched against him, your arms wrapping around him and your legs intertwining with his

You would bury your face in his shoulder while mumbling a small 'morning' to him

He was content with laying there with you, his eyes closing as he basked in your presence

Sadly as he was seen as the leader of Clone Force 99, he would have to be on time to start doing his duties

So he would sit up, pulling you with him. If you wanted Hunter to, he would carry you to the refresher so that you could be near him longer

Hunter let you use the refresher first, mostly because he wanted you to help him with his hair

It calmed him when you ran your fingers through his hair, his eyes closing as he leaned into your touch

After you were done, you would help him tie his headband, him pulling you into a kiss once you were done

You two would stay there for a few moments, not wanting to pull away

Hunter would pull you into a keldabe kiss, where you both would whisper ‘I love you’s’ to each other. Then it was time to start the day <3

Crosshair

It wasn’t often that you would feel Crosshair's arms around you, pulling your back against his chest

When you first started dating Crosshair, he was barely one to pull you into cuddles, but it started to slowly happen as you got much MUCH farther into your relationship

Crosshair is able to fall asleep very easily, but any movement usually wakes him. Thats was one of the reasons that it took so long for him to share a bed with you

So when you started to wake up with arms wrapped around you and Crosshair's chin on your head, you were the happiest in the world

As you woke up this morning, shifting slightly in his arms, you felt his grip tighten around you

He usually will tiredly mutter something along the lines of “good morning doll”, causing you to smile

At this point you would turn in his arms, laying your head against your pillow as you stared at Cross’s face

He would jokingly raise an eyebrow, no words being said before he pulled you against him. Lightly placing your forehead against his, you would stay in that position for a while, both of you comfortable in the silence

As much as Crosshair would never admit it to anyone else, he honestly loved to hold you. It brought a smile to his face

Seeing him smile was the highlight of your day, you couldn’t help but kiss him

You two would stay there much longer then you probably should, but you both didn’t give a damn

Crosshair would be the one to pull away after a while though, helping you up so that you both could get ready

Before you both left, he would pull you into one more kiss, before walking out of the room with his hand on your lower back

I'm thinking about doing a tag list! If you want to be tagged on my writing posts please let me know! 💖Thank you for reading!!

[honeytae]

I’ll just be your hot new assistant for the day.

hi lovies! i have to apologize in advance because this is kinda sort of a mess lol. like, it started out as one thing and then i added a million more scenes than i needed to. but oh well, it’s super cute. enjoy the fluffiest of fluff with our dearest seokjinnie <3

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters genre: fluff

word count: 2.3k

Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee-

“Ugh.” 

Grunting as you withdrew your arm from where you’d had to stretch to silence your blaring alarm, you turned in Seokjin’s hold, the man’s slacked arms easy to manipulate from around your torso.

In your new position, you could see every resting feature in the soft glow of your bedroom; every effortlessly beautiful one.

You had the best view of everything from right here, mere inches from his face. The way his soft eyelashes rested on his cheeks, and oh his cheeks. In their resting position, the apples of his cheeks looked plump and ready for impending smooches, which you were more than willing to give. 

With a small sigh, you shifted your eyes to trace over the center of his face, admiring the natural beauty there as well. It was hard not to look, with the slope of his nose highlighted by a slight shadow from where your curtains were only slightly drawn, the glimpse of sunlight filtering in making his skin glow gold compared with the white pillow his plush cheek smushed up against in his slumber. 

His pretty pink lips were parted only the tiniest bit in a small pout, practically begging to be kissed as quiet puffs of air escaped past them. 

It should be illegal for someone to look so beautiful in the morning. Especially when you had to leave for work within the hour. 

Deciding to cave into your desires, you laid a hand down on the mattress, gently leaning toward his sleeping figure to peck his resting lips with your own. They were just as soft and tempting as they’d looked, not a chapped section of skin to be felt as his velvet lips rested against yours. 

Pulling back slightly, you examined his features, satisfied that he hadn’t stirred from the action and going in for another quick peck. This time, his lips twitched beneath your touch before pushing back in a pursed pucker, the man sleepily responding to your kiss with one of his own. 

You pulled back with a giggle at the change of events, your boyfriend’s eyes squinting back at you as you admired his freshly awoken swollen eyes. 

“Good morning.” He rasped, eyelids falling shut again before he comically pried them open with a swipe of his fingers on the soft skin underneath his eyes. 

“Morning. Sorry I woke you up.” You said, brushing some of his hair down to his scalp as he hummed in response. 

He’d been growing his hair out recently, which you were most definitely a fan of. And perhaps your favorite part of him growing his hair out so much was the wild bed head you were met with each morning. 

“I’m just that tempting, love, hm?” He smiled a bit, the smugness in his tone making you roll your eyes before setting your head on his chest, shaking in a bout of laughter.

“Tempting is maybe the wrong word.” You smirked, the man’s laughter increasing at your fight back on his attempt to tease you. 

Lifting your head from his chest at the sound, your heart seemed to do backflips at the vision of him giggling up on his pillow. The apples of his cheeks that were resting only minutes ago were now lifted into his eyes, tiny little crescents that glittered in the slivers still visible. 

Staring as he sighed, you watched as his features relaxed back into where they naturally sat.

“I can’t complain. I woke up with a beautiful woman on top of me.” He smiled, making you squint with your lips pursed as you tried to hide the effect his words had on you. 

“Charmer.” You shook your head, the motion halting as Seokjin’s hand suddenly cupped your jaw. 

“I’m so lucky to wake up with the most beautiful woman every single day.” He said, his tone more serious as he instilled that fact into you. 

There was no doubt you’d been feeling a bit inadequate lately, in every area more than just one in particular. Seokjin, the doting lover he is, didn’t have to announce that he’d noticed. The look in his eye told you he knew.

“What about when you’re away?” You teased, the man effortlessly brushing off your attempt at deflection from the topic at hand.

“Then I wake up with the most beautiful woman on my mind.” He hushed, laying your head down on his chest again with a gentle force of his palm, lacing his fingers through your hair and soothing your bedhead with a hummed exhale. 

At peace, your eyes began to start closing again, nearly falling back into much-needed sleep as you nuzzled your cheek back into the man’s warm chest. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

The second round of blaring was all to be registered as you blearily sat up off of him, both of you groaning at the disruption of the peace and quiet you’d built within the apartment. 

“I guess I need to get up.” You sighed, frowning when you felt Jin’s arms latch around your torso a bit tighter than their loose hold previously. 

“Jinnie, I need to get up.” You said more definitely, turning your face back toward him to emphasize your seriousness. 

At your words, Seokjin tightened his grip around you again, chuckling a bit into your shoulder when you scoffed at him. 

“I’m gonna be late, Jin. And it’s going to be your fault.” You informed him, glancing at the time displayed on your digital clock with a huff. You were cutting it way too close. 

“Blame it on me. Say that you have the most handsome man in the world in your bed right now and can’t afford to leave him for the day.” He mumbled, the narrative making you chuckle with a shake of your head. 

“Can’t do that. There has to be a legitimate reason.” You raised your eyebrows to emphasize your point, the man humming in mock thought as his eyes squinted slightly at you. 

“I thought that was a pretty legitimate reason. How about I just come with you then?” He proposed, a knowing smirk on his face as your eyes squinted back at him, an attempt at analyzing the sense out of what he just said. 

“Come with me? To work?” You cocked your head to the side, the man nodding with another confirming hum as you giggled atop him. 

“You can sneak me in, babe.”

“Don’t you think they’ll notice if you come with me?” You raised your eyebrows in amusement, Seokjin adamantly shaking his head to disagree.

“Nope. I’ll just be your hot new assistant for the day.” 

At that, a loud laugh escaped you in the bedroom, a smile lifting Seokjin’s lips at the sound before he leaned up to nuzzle his nose against your temple, pouting as he rested his chin on the top of your head. 

“Jinnie,” you called for his attention, listening to him hum again to let you know he’d heard you, “can you let me go get ready now?” 

Feeling his arms loosen slightly around your frame, you practically made a run for it, met with a whine as you wriggled out of his slackened hold and sat on the edge of the mattress to boost yourself up from it. 

You ignored his many mumblings as you left him alone in the bed, mumbling a curse of your own as your foot caught on your t-shirt from last night. 

Finally stumbling your way into the bathroom, you rubbed the remaining bleariness out of your eyes, lids still heavy as they were hit with the bright fluorescents in the spacious room. 

After swiping some of your hair back from your face, you made your way toward the shower, desire for warm water rushing down your back growing by the minute. With a haphazard grip on the faucet handle, you adjusted the temperature to just the right one in order to not burn your skin. 

You’d done it one singular time in middle school and, frankly, you’d never recovered.

The feeling of the hot water being splashed onto your face was beyond refreshing, actively waking you up and getting you more mentally prepared for the shift you needed to work during the next several hours.

With only one yawn under your belt, you managed to make it through a six am shower, making sure to get properly woken up before you ventured out of your bathroom to begin the long day ahead. 

Seokjin was sleeping again when you crept back into the bedroom in your towel, sprawled out on his back with his arms bent at the elbows to frame his head. The sight made you believe that he’d unintentionally fallen asleep while waiting up for you, something that was totally unnecessary but absolutely endearing. 

Smiling a bit at the sight, you took a moment to appreciate it before approaching your wardrobe, picking out some appropriate clothing before slipping into some undergarments from your drawer. 

Wrinkling your nose at the feeling of your wet hair soaking into your shirt, you made your way back into the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel to soak up the remaining water from your strands.

Would these early mornings ever get easier for you?

Exhaling as you grabbed your toothbrush, you rinsed the head before carefully squeezing a dollop of toothpaste onto the collection of bristles, letting it hover beneath the trickling faucet again before lifting it up to your mouth.

Closing your eyes as you began moving the stick in your mouth, the bristles gliding over each and every tooth as you nearly fell asleep standing up, you missed the way Seokjin rubbed at his eyes as he made his sleepy entrance into the bathroom. 

You missed the way he smiled a bit as he watched you through the reflection, raising his eyebrows in a bit of a teasing manner as you opened your eyes to spit in the sink. Mouth still foaming from the toothpaste, you raised your eyebrows back at him, mumbling a muffled “what?” as he continued staring at you.

“I’m just admiring.” He shrugged, chuckling as you rolled your eyes before dipping your face down close to the sink to spit out the spare toothpaste that had gathered in your mouth. 

Turning back to face the man, you smiled at him, the puffiness from sleep somehow making him cuter. 

“Come here.” You cooed, holding your arms out at your sides for him to step into. 

Shuffling along the tile, Seokjin eagerly followed your prompt, wrapping his limbs around your torso to hold you to him. Placing his forehead on your own, both of you let a content sigh escape your nostrils. 

Puckering his lips out to you, you giggled as you tilted your head to place a pert kiss to his pout. He eagerly chased your lips when you tried to pull away, sliding his fingers into your hair to hold you secure.

The action would have been sweet if your hair hadn’t still been tangled and wet from your shower, the sting of your scalp from the slight pulling of his fingers getting caught in your hair making you wince against his mouth.

“Oh sorry, sorry, I’m sorry.” Seokjin apologized, rushing to soothe your head with a rub of his fingers as he pouted in concern at what had happened. Dismissing his apology with a laugh, you shook your head at him, jokingly tutting your tongue at the clumsy action. 

“You okay?” He checked, making you chuckle as you nodded to assure him. 

“Okay. Now, let me help you with this.” He gestured to your mess of tangled hair, reaching over to grab the paddle brush beside the sink before leading you over to the toilet with both hands on your shoulders. 

Letting one hand leave your body, he lowered the toilet lid so that he could sit, pulling you down to sit between the spread ‘V’ of his legs with both palms on your hips.

“Tell me if I pull.” He mumbled, placing a careful hand on the crown of your head before slowly guiding the brush down through your knots. 

Your eyes shut on their own accord as Seokjin soothed the brush through your hair, eliminating the knots with each stroke as his fingers smoothed over each brushed plait. You could tell he was being extra cautious to not tug on another knot, making you thankful that your back was to him so he couldn’t see the adoring grin on your face. 

God, he was so lovable.

He was lovable as he hummed something under his breath behind you, he was lovable when he concentrated so hard on not pulling that he was no longer even speaking, he was lovable when he peppered kisses to the back of your head when he had finished. 

“All done?” You wondered, the man humming again as a confirmation, smiling as you turned your neck to see him. 

Seokjin was slightly more awake now, probably due to the dedication he’d put toward fixing your hair, and the corners of his lips pushed his cheeks up as he smiled at you. 

“Thank you.” You said, leaning back to cup his jaw and direct his lips to yours in an appreciative gesture. 

Going in for another before pulling away, your boyfriend guided you back to a standing position and turned you to face him with a pull of your hand, standing up himself with a squeeze of your appendages. 

“Alright, now you finish up in here, I’ll start breakfast.” He directed, dropping a kiss to your forehead as you began protesting him not going back to bed. 

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I allowed you to go to work hungry?” He smirked, knowing he’d won the argument when you remained silent. 

With a content ‘hmph,’ Jin began to exit the room, turning around to shoot you a wink before he disappeared behind the door frame.

The shuffling of his feet down the hall was soon followed by running water and clinks of pans, making you smile at the domesticity of the situation. 

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse - A special night

Prompt: Any Fandom | Any Characters/Pairings | Ordering a sweet treat to be delivered to the other person at home/work

Word Count: 2,136

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (Gavin/Freelancer. Vincent Solaire/Lovely) 

Rating: T

Triggers: NA

Summary: Having an Incubus boyfriend comes with many perks. The Freelancer and Lovely really should have seen it coming. 

ConCrit: Y 

Well, I guess this can be a sequel to my previous oneshot, REDACTED verse - Those that stood above the rest. I really wanted to write the Freelancer and Lovely interacting after their first, proper meeting so this oneshot suddenly comes to mind! 

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Exam week is the bane of every student, everywhere — even for the magical ones. 

An uneasy atmosphere lingers around D.A.M.N as the current semester hurl the students into an intense week of revisions, study groups, and extra classes; all for the upcoming exams. 

The seniors are frantically cramming for their final papers and projects under the watchful eyes of the lecturers. The Freelancer doesn't envy them one bit when they caught a Sonal Energetic screamed into his backpack for a solid ten minutes. 

His scream shakes the student lounge, and the windows shattered. 

Once he got that out of his system, he focused back towards his textbook, expressionless. The rest of the students around the Energetic hardly bat an eye over what just happened. 

On that day, the Freelancer learned to avoid a large group of seniors until the exam week blows over. 

"The tension alone in that lounge could make a Serenity Daemon hide underneath a bed." The Freelancer narrates their experience to Lovely. The two of them are currently having their own study session over at the Freelancer's apartment. 

It's a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and yet here they are - flipping through textbooks, reviewing and swapping notes and downing cans of coffee and Red Bulls from as early as 9 AM. "Even the janitor wasn't fazed by it. He just snapped his fingers, and the windows were good as new!"

That night after their proper introduction, Lovely and the Freelancer had become quite good friends, much to Vincent's annoyance and Gavin's pleased smirk when the Freelancer told him that Lovely would be coming over for their study session. 

"Aww, look you, Deviant. Arranging a little study date with that friend of yours," Gavin teased during breakfast this morning. They both woke up early to prepare meals that could last the Freelancer and Lovely throughout the whole day. When his Deviant absentmindedly replied, "Uh-huh" as they were busy chopping the vegetables, Gavin couldn't help but plant a fond kiss on top of their head. "Anyway, I'll be popping into Aria for a bit today. A few of my, ah, older brothers and sisters called for a meeting. Can I trust that you two won't be having too much fun without me?"

The Freelancer stopped chopping to gave their boyfriend a deadpan stare. "Gavin, we'll be studying." They explained. "Our first paper is literally next week. So I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but there won't be any fucking happening." They then stop themselves. They suddenly recalled something. "I don't want to be on that Solaire Prince's hit list too."

Gavin just cooed at their disgruntled partner, as if the genuine possibility that the both of them being shred to pieces by Lovely's possessive boyfriend amused him. 

Nonetheless, Gavin pulled his weight to ensure there was enough food and comfortable pillows and blankets in their shared apartment so that his Deviant and the Electro Energetic would be comfortable for their revisions. 

An hour before Lovely arrived, Gavin kissed the Freelancer goodbye and Rifted into his home dimension. 

And now we're back in the present. 

"I think those students around that guy were his classmates," Lovely commented. They take a quick sip of the lemonade that Gavin prepared to refresh their parched throat. Even in a simple pair of slacks, baggy t-shit, and hair pulled up in a bun, they still look as breathtaking as ever. "They reacted as if it was like a regular Tuesday for them. It's so crazy to think that we'll be seniors like them soon."

The Freelancer pours more lemonade into their glass from the pitcher beside them. Their books, notebooks and snacks are spread all over the dining table. A large and fluffy pillow is propped behind the Freelancer so they can lean back on their chair comfortably. "Urgh, mood. I can already imagine the coursework we'll be forced to do in our final semester." They groan. Their brain is fried from all the information and notes they've been reviewing since this morning. On top of that, the thought that they will be getting even more work once they hit their senior year is starting to freak them out. 

Seeing the Freelancer is having an internal crisis, Lovely quickly glance at the time on their phone and decides, "OK, I think we seriously need a break. You look like you're going to pull a stunt similar to that Sonal Energetic, and I don't think your boyfriend appreciates coming back to a half-destroyed apartment."

"Gavin can fix the apartment with his magic, don't worry." The Freelancer is quick to assure Lovely. "He did that after he and Vega trashed the place anyway."

"Uh, what? Who's Vega?"

The Freelancer snapped their attention back to Lovely once they realised the name that they accidentally dropped. "N-Nothing! I didn't s-say anything!" They laugh awkwardly, doing their best to brush off Lovely's concerned expression. "Anyway, break! Yeah! That's a good idea! Are you hungry? We can watch something on Youtube and eat in the living room. You're OK with that?"

Lovely gingerly nods; it's best not to comment or ask about this Vega person since the name alone made their friend jumpy. They push their chair back, stretch their stiff spine, and get up to help set the plates and cutleries while the Freelancer heats the lunch they made in the morning. 

They then move to the living room with a tray of food and drinks, where the couch and coffee table are surrounded by pillows and blankets thrown around messily. 

"You play video games, right?" The Freelancer asked after Lovely settle down on the couch with a blanket over their lap. "Do you want to watch a playthrough or something?"

"Sure! Do you and Gavin play video games too?"

"Gavin does, though he usually only plays those dating sim games for girls. It's a guilty pleasure of his."

"Oh, Otome Games? My respect for your boyfriend just levelled up. Has he ever played Hatoful Boyfriend?"

"Uh... I don't remember he ever mentioned that title. What is it about?"

"We're watching a playthrough of that game. Right now. You can watch it with me, but you can't tell Gavin anything, OK? I promise you're going to love his reactions."

Lovely's eyes light up with glee and grin widely as the Freelancer switch on the Smart TV. When thumbnails of pigeons with pink hearts in the background pop up on the screen, they immediately throw an incredulous look at the Energetic. 

"That top playlist is good to watch. Come on, sit beside me." Lovely pats on the empty spot on the couch beside them, unperturbed at the look the Freelancer is giving them. "I think you're going to like Okosan."

The Freelancer press play on the first video and kick back on the couch with the Energetic. What's better than having a break after a long study session? Hanging out with a friend with some good food while watching a crazy romance video game about pigeons! 

However, when the fourth video starts to play, the doorbell rings. 

"Uh... are you expecting someone?" Lovely asks curiously; their head is tilting towards the door. Their plate of eggplant pasta and buttered abalones are polished on their lap. The Freelancer internally preened when they enthusiastically complimented on theirs and Gavin's cooking skills. 

Anyway, the Freelancer moves their empty tray onto the coffee table and flip over the blanket to get up. "Not really. Gavin said he'll be coming back home at night." They explain and went towards the door when the doorbell ring once more. 

A delivery man greets the Freelancer with a stoic face, an armful of flower bouquet, and a thick, rectangular item wrapped in hot red packaging. 

"I, uh, think you got the wrong address?" They said, confused to hell and back. 

The delivery man blinks, unfaze at the Freelancer's greeting. "Good afternoon. Delivery for..." He pauses to read the card attached to the bouquet. "Deviant? We received a request from Gavin to arrange a flower bouquet and some... special chocolates. He also left a message for you: My Deviant has been working so hard lately~ So I got you something to... help you relax. PS: give some of the special chocolates to that gorgeous friend of yours and their boyfriend."

The Freelancer could only gape when the delivery man finished reciting Gavin's message. From the living room, Lovely is also doing an excellent mimicking of a goldfish. Their stunned expression made the man sigh tiredly. "Look, I'm not going to judge your... bedroom activities. Just take the packages already. I still have more stops to deliver."

"O-Oh my god! I'm really, really sorry about my boyfriend!" The Freelancer finally snaps out of it and stammers an apology. Their face is bright red. They hurriedly accept the flowers and package, shoot a quick thank you and slams the door shut. 

Lovely watches as the Freelancer stares into the bouquet with a mixed feeling, something between fondness and extreme embarrassment, before they scream into the large sunflowers. 

They patiently wait for the Freelancer to get it out of their system before Lovely delicately asks, "So, uh, does Gavin do these sort of things often?"

"No. This is the first time ever." The Freelancer replies. Their voice is muffled because the flowers are still pressed onto their face. "That's what I get for dating an Incubus, I supposed..."

"Aww, don't be embarrassed, dude! I think it's super sweet how much Gavin loves you. Flowers and chocolates? Boy got some serious game; might even give Vincent a run for his money, and you should've seen how we first met."

The Freelancer peeks through the petals and is relieved to find that Lovely wasn't put off by Gavin's forward nature. In fact, they are very accepting of the Freelancer and Gavin's relationship.

Feeling the warmth on their cheeks slowly disappearing, the Freelancer made their way back to the couch. The rectangular package is tossed onto the couch, and the bouquet is on the coffee table. The Freelancer figured they could put the fresh flowers in a water-filled vase later. 

"The guy said that Gavin sent you some chocolates?" Lovely reiterate as the Freelancer began to untie the ribbon and unwraps the box. 

"Special chocolates, and knowing Gavin, I kinda have an idea of what kind of chocolates they are." They admit and make quick work of tearing the paper wrappings. 

Apparently, Gavin ordered two types of chocolates for his Deviant. One box holds a fancy gourmet assortment of salted almonds dipped in rich Belgium chocolate, double chocolate raspberry truffles, vanilla pieces powdered with light matcha and some white praliné hearts. 

Lovely whistle, impressed over the spread. "Your boyfriend really went all out for you!"

The box below it contains rows of heart-shaped chocolates, but the short message written on the card of said box proves it's anything but ordinary treats. 

'These are homemade chocolates made by one of my close associates. She's a Succubus, by the way, and renowned for her aphrodisiac desserts. You can try some first if your Energetic friend doesn't mind being a voyeur.'

The Freelancer promptly throws away the card and cues them, and Lovely shrieking in embarrassment. Neither of them expects the second batch of chocolates. 

"These are sexy chocolates? Like, legit aphrodisiac chocolates made with magic!? Oh my god, I didn't know they were a thing!"

"I didn't either! I was expecting sex toys below the chocolates!"

"Wait - didn't Gavin wants to give these to Vincent and me!? Dude, does he has a thing for Vincent? Because at this point, I should tell you: he noticed that Gavin was purposely riling us up when they first met, and he's been thinking that your boyfriend is out to get him. But, uh, not in the sexy way, but I'm thinking otherwise now. And if that's the case, then you can warn that Incubus to be ready and catch these hands."

The Freelancer groans and hides their face in their hands. "OK, you know what? I'm going to put the special chocolates in the fridge, and then we'll continue watching a few more videos from the playthrough and get back to studying."

"... You're in denial."

"I'm just trying to keep whatever sanity I have left. It's been a crazy year."

"Urgh, tell me about it."

-

That night, at Lovely's and Vincent's apartment: 

"Vincent, baby? I'm back. Look what I got!"

"Welcome home, Lovely. Dinner's ready if you're hungry. Hmm? What's that?"

"It's homemade aphrodisiac chocolates made by a Succubus. Gavin and the Freelancer gave some to us."

"...I'm gonna punch that Incubus in his smug ass face."

"...Does that mean you don't want them in the bedroom tonight?"

"OK, I'll punch him tomorrow. C'mere, Lovely. I've missed you."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

[mochimiyas]

don’t follow me, you’ll end up in my arms

summary: interviewer: “when did you realize that miya osamu no longer loved you the same way he did in the beginning?”

warnings: angst, mentions of depression, implied cheating, mentions of miya atsumu and suna rintarou

pairings: timeskip!miya osamu x reader

a/n: i just woke up today and chose violence uwu. content is under the cut!

-

‘what a coincidence...’ you pondered to yourself as you looked outside your window, the condensation making it hard for you to make out the figures running to their homes, cars rushing to their destination for the day. it rarely rained during the spring in hyogo. normally hyogo had warm, yet refreshing cool breezes; it always felt as if spring was gently guiding you through their season.

today... seemed different. 

your normal morning routine didn’t wake you up the way it usually does. you woke up 5 minutes later than your alarm clock, throwing you off your balance as you rushed to shut that annoying beeping noise. groaning, you threw your comforter out of the way and placed your feet on the cold, cold tiles, seeking warmth in your fuzzy slippers. 

they weren’t in the place they should be in. 

your senses started to fully awaken, and you finally took in the state of your room. work clothes thrown haphazardly on your love seat in the corner, your slippers sitting nice and prettily against the door to your bathroom. 

why was everything so out of place?

confusion started to settle in your features as you walked up to your restroom, feet snuggling into your slippers as you flicked on the light, your reflection staring hauntingly back at you. letting out a sigh, you continued the rest of your morning routine, hoping to get rid of the uneasy feeling settling in your bones. 

-

click. clack. click. 

every click and clack of their shoes gnawed at the back of your conscience, the slight tremble in your figure starting to feel overwhelming as you looked up, standing to greet the interviewer as they did the same. 

sick, you just felt sick to your stomach at their smile. 

“thank you so much for coming to the interview! here at as/is japan, we want to expand and broaden japan’s society, showing our audience that anyone, including celebrities and every day people, that everyone goes through similar issues. we’re hoping through this video that we can convey that they’re not alone in this, and we’re all in this together,” they explained, gesturing to the group of people being ushered into the waiting rooms to get prepped. 

you laughed nervously, “i hope so as well. it’s a very thoughtful video for you guys to prepare for your audience.”

the sound of the clapperboard startled you, the director behind the camera holding up three fingers, slowly counting down before the camera started rolling. 

the interviewer cleared their throat and pointed to the camera, indicating to maintain eye contact with the device. 

they started. 

[today at as/is japan, we asked questions about their relationships and why it ended. we’re going over the topic of heartbreak today. so please, introduce yourself.]

“my name is y/n. i used to be in a relationship for six years with the owner of onigiri miya, miya osamu. we ended our relationship last year in march.”

[i’m sorry to hear that but wow! you dated one of the miya twins. how was it dating the famous miya osamu?]

“it was just amazing. i didn’t care for the fact he was famous, and we started dating way before he opened his restaurant; i believe it was our third year when we finally sealed the deal, haha. miya-san is kind, super attentive, and just overall a great man. anyone would be so lucky to have him.”

[gosh, he really does live up to the name. miya osamu is truly known to be the quiet one compared to his brother, but i’ve always thought twins would have the same personality y’know?]

“right? i thought the same when i first met them at the beginning of high school, and until i started hanging out with them, my perspective has changed.” 

[good to know. moving on, what caused your relationship to fall?]

“...it was our third year anniversary. we somewhat had a routine when it came to our anniversary. we always went to awaji island early in the morning to rent a boat and fish for the day. he and i really enjoy basking in nature, so it was ideal for the both of us. when i woke up at the usual time, i usually snuggle with him before we have to get ready.”

“when i woke up, he wasn’t there, and it was downhill from there.”

[a-ah, y/n-san you don’t have to continue if you don’t feel comfortable. here, a tissue.]

sniff. “thank you, but i would like to continue.”

[as you wish. may i ask what’s happened since your third year anniversary?]

“he... osa- miya-san slowly, but surely stopped being affectionate with me. mornings that were filled with loving kisses turned to waking up alone. lunches that used to be spent together were now filled with empty promises and excuses, saying he had plans to eat lunch with someone else. truthfully, i didn’t think too much of it, and kept supporting him from the sidelines, even if it meant not being able to see him as much.” 

gasps overloaded your senses. [when did you realize that miya osamu no longer loved you the same way as he did in the beginning?]

pause.

“i... fuck, i need to get my shit together.” 

you took a moment to breathe.

in, and out. in, and out.

“on our six year anniversary, i tried to set up our usual routine, and it seemed like he was on board with it. for the past three years, miya-san made excuses, saying things like, ‘i need to meet up with a rep from an investment company,’ or ‘i made a promise to atsumu and rin to meet up with them.’ i could give less shit if it was an ordinary day but it was our anniversary for fucks sake! i had so much hope that he would stay, wake up in bed with me, do our usual, and just be with each other for once.”

in, and out. in and out, in-

“i woke up to an empty space right next to me. it was barely warm, so it meant that he’s been out for a while. i remember being so fucking angry, so torn up inside. how could he flake on me again? i walked to the restroom and saw his phone on the sink counter. i didn’t think too much of it until his phone lit up, and i saw a preview of a message he received. i knew right then and there that this relationship was done for good, so i packed all of my stuff and left without a trace. blocked him and all of his friends on everything and moved away.”

[is there anything you would like to say to our audience, and quite possibly miya-san if he’s watching this?]

“to the as/is japan fans, thank you for tuning in. i hope you all know that you’re not alone, and even the nicest people in this world can be scum bags. my advice to everyone is to make sure you’re in a relationship where one isn’t sacrificing more than the other, and that your happiness isn’t defined by theirs. i’ve always thought whenever miya-san was happy, i was too yet there was still a void in my heart every time i questioned it; make sure it’s genuine and real. and as for miya-san...”

ahem. 

“miya osamu. i don’t hate you, and i never will. i’ve forgiven you a long time ago. truthfully speaking, the day he told us that he would be trying out for teams in tokyo and i saw that look in your eyes, i knew i would never be enough yet i kept on trying. for six years, i’ve chased after you to make you stay while you had eyes for him, traveling to set up your stands at his games. you even had the audacity to invite me to one of his games. i wish you could’ve ended it when you realized it because to this day, i... i’m still in love with you unfortunately, and i don’t know if i ever will stop. please stop searching for me. i just want to be left alone and for him, i hope you make osamu happy.”

wiping your tears, you bowed towards the camera, faintly hearing the clapperboard as you stood up. you bowed once again to the crew members and made your way to the exit, the sound of the light shower soothing your senses. looking up, you smiled. 

‘what a coincidence...’ you pondered to yourself as you saw the sun shyly peeking out from gray, murky clouds. 

- 

gray eyes stared blankly at the outro of the video, the screen illuminating his grave features. 

he brought his hand up to wipe the tears on his sunken cheeks, the action causing for more tears to leak out. miya osamu finally felt the consequences of his actions catch up to him, and he couldn’t take it any longer. every single word that left your lips, your sad smile; it felt as if there were thousands upon thousands of needles pricking his heart. 

to hear that you still loved him, yet didn’t want to do anything with him, killed him inside. 

... “i’m so fuckin’ sorry y/n, i’m so fuckin’ sorry-”

[astro-rain]

delicate; b. barnes

chapter nine- “to have or not to have indoor plumbing”

delicate masterlist

word count: 2.3k

synopsis: no fallout shelter is perfect. sometimes you need to think outside the box... or outside the bunker, that is.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: what did you think of this chapter? what do you want to see next? PLS let me know! :))

Light did not shine through the windows and cast a bronze glow on the floor like it did in the castle quarters. He didn't hear the soft buzz of the cicadas like he usually did in the morning. He didn't wake to an empty room with familiar beautiful Wakandan tapestries.

This was because Bucky Barnes awoke in an underground shelter with no windows, stone reinforced walls, and a sleeping psychologist in the bed next to him. Somehow... this wasn't that bad.

He woke up before her, as to be expected. His body was pretty much programmed to be up in the early morning. That, and any time he slept for too long his mind conjured up remnants of horrors from the past.

The super soldier stood up from the bed and stretched his back and arm. It was quiet. A relaxed, enjoyable quiet. Y/N was still sleeping. He wondered what time it was. He didn't have a watch, and he didn't see any clocks in the bunker. He assumed she probably had her phone, but he wouldn't wake her just to ask the time.

He glanced around the room, and his eyes landed on the panther key. Perhaps he could go outside for a bit, gauge the time, scope out the area, get some sun. He never was overly enthusiastic about the sun, but since being in Wakanda, he had grown to love the warmth.

Warmth was a welcome change from the brutalizing cold Hydra put in his bones. Cold was past agony and torment, but warmth. Warmth was the rich, golden promise of remedy that gleamed on his skin.

Just thinking about it made him yearn for the outside sun and the way it enveloped his skin in amber rays. It felt safe here.

Usually, he couldn't stop his mind from worrying and expecting all the good in his life to somehow crash down around him. However, he couldn’t help but feel safe in Wakanda, no matter what he did. He felt safe in Wakanda and with Y/N, even though they were in a bunker hiding from a country's takeover-

"Bucky?" A raspy voice called out.

He turned around, not realizing he had walked over to the table, where the panther key was sitting. It looked just as regal and ferocious as it did before.

"G'Morning," he smiled.

She sat up on her elbows, avoiding hitting her head on the top bunk.

"How'd you sleep?" she asked. "Nightmares still?"

"Last night wasn't bad," he shrugged. "Still... there, but I got some decent hours in."

"That's good," Y/N yawned. "I'd like to work more on the nightmares soon. See if we can find any improvement. But don't worry, no 'Interpretation of Dreams' shit because I refuse to dignify most Freudian theories."

He let out a breathy chuckle. Sometimes Y/N would go into what he, in his head, called her silly psychologist speech. She would momentarily forget that Bucky wasn't an academic, and use big words to talk about things he'd never even heard of. Sometimes she would slip into psychologist mode when she wasn't "on duty."

"Are we movin' the sessions out here now?" he joked.

"Damn," she snickered. "My bad. No more psych talk in here, I promise."

"It's alright, I don't mind," he shrugged. "S'just you bein' you."

"I guess. I don't know to be anyone else, so."

“I would expect nothing less of you.”

Y/N then moved the blanket off of her legs to stand up out of the bed, just before stopping short, staring at the bed she was sitting on. He could almost see the gears turning in her head.

"Did I make the bed last night in a frenzy of exhaustion and not remember it?"

He laughed. "No."

She furrowed her brows and cocked her head to the side, confused and waiting for an explanation.

"I made it - well, as best as I could... all things considered."

Her face changed, melting into an endearing look of gratitude.

"Thank you Buck," she smiled. "Way better than sleeping on the floor."

She didn't say anything else regarding it, and he was glad. What she didn't know was that he put her in the bed after he made it. She was so exhausted, he didn't want to wake her. The task proved itself exceptionally challenging with one arm. However, super soldier strength and determination was a worthy advantage.

"Do you know what time it is?" he asked.

"Umm," she dragged out, finally standing up from the bed. "Not sure, I'll have to find my phone and- oh shit"

"What?"

"I don't have a charger."

"Oh. I'll uh look around and see if there's one stored down here."

Y/N stood still and looked around the room. Her eyes landed on the space heater and her expression dropped.

"Bucky..."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you remember what I said yesterday about the heater?"

"Not... really. Jog my memory?"

She quoted herself. "I doubt they could get electric or plumbing out here."

"Oh yeah," he still wasn't following.

"There's no shower down here... or toilet..."

He looked around and it hit him. "Oh."

"That's..." she trailed off, "a bit inconvenient."

He saw her begin to fidget with her hands.

"What are we supposed to do?" she asked. "We can't like... pee in buckets or something."

Bucky scratched the stubble on his face, about to suggest something he knew she wouldn't like.

"Well, before you woke up, I was thinkin' about going outside to get an idea of the time and maybe get some sun. We can go out and see if we can find a fresh water source or something. It's not perfect, but it's better than buckets."

"Outside? Is that not dangerous?"

"Danger is a possibility, but we're pretty far out from the castle grounds. I doubt anyone comes out this far or even knows about the shelter."

She took a deep breathe in. "I don't know..."

He could hear the uncertainty and weariness in her voice.

"If you're not comfortable, I can just go look and come back, tell you if it's safe, if there's water nearby," he offered.

"No. I'm going with you."

"I thought-"

"You’re not going alone. I'll grab my shoes and we can go."

Well then.

"As you wish, oh wise one."

"Smartass."

He grabbed the panther key and tossed it to her with a smile.

-

"So... how does one locate a water source?" Y/N asked, her footsteps beside Bucky's.

The Wakandan sun beat down on them. They'd only been walking for a few minutes, and they were already sweating.

"Keep an eye out for mud. If the ground is wet, chances are there's water nearby."

She nodded.

"Hey," she smirked, "Have you ever heard of Bear Grylls?"

He could hear the smile in her voice.

"No, but I have a feeling whatever that is is being used to poke fun at me?"

She huffed in a fake gasp, feigning over-exaggerated shock. "I'd never do such a thing!"

"Hey! I'm doing this so we don't have to pee in buckets. A teeny tiny bit of gratitude would go a long way."

"Apologies. Please accept my most heartfelt thanks, my dear old friend."

"Who you callin' old?"

"I don't know, does a hundred seem old to you?"

"You know, it’s disrespectful to mock the elderly,” he fake scolded.

"Yeah, well don't disrespect your mental healthcare provider."

"I didn't! You started-"

"Water!" she shouted, cutting him off. “Look!”

In front of Y/N's pointed finger was the end of a tiny stream. The source was somewhere ahead of them. And so they followed, continuing their trek beneath the sun's sweltering rays. It really was oppressively hot.

-

"Holy..." Bucky muttered.

"Shit," Y/N finished.

He gave her a look and he she shrugged, fighting off a laugh.

They stood facing a beautiful scene: a modest waterfall flowed over mossy stone and poured out into a little pool of crystal clear water. It was quaint and secluded, surrounded by rocks and trees. This was wonderfully fortuitous for the two of them as they were still technically in hiding. The pool of water was relatively shallow; he could see the bottom, but it was still deep enough to submerge his whole body and them some. The pressure from the waterfall looked mild enough to go under; perhaps it could act as a makeshift shower.

"This definitely works. Much better than buckets," Y/N commented.

Then she began to untie her boots, take off her socks, and sit with her feet in the water.

"Holy hell it's hot," she groaned, wiping a hand across her forehead. He noticed that she had been squinting for the last couple of minutes. "Buck, do you know if the water is clean to drink or swim in?"

"Why don't you taste test it? Then we'll know for sure."

She turned her head to him, an emotionless expression on her face.

"I don't give a damn about the super serum, I can and will drown you, Barnes."

A laugh came from deep in his chest. "I'm just playin'. The water looks fine, you should be good."

She cupped her hands to scoop up some of the water and threw it at him.

"Hey!"

"Aw, you look so refreshed now," she cooed sarcastically.

"That was uncalled for."

"Perhaps. Hey, how long until we have to go back?"

"We're not really on a set schedule. Whenever you're ready, I guess. It's not like we have things to do."

"Do I have time to like dunk real quick? It's deathly hot and I don't wanna walk back in this heat."

Dunk in the water? There are no swim suits here...

"Oh-uh... uh y-yeah, do you want me to like... wait over there-or-“

"I’m goin’ in with my clothes on,” she deadpanned. Straight and to the point, like she didn’t want any type of confusion about the situation.

“Oh,” he breathed. “You’d rather walk back in soaked clothes?”

“Yes.”

"I mean sure, knock yourself out. But be careful, some parts look pretty deep."

"I'm know how to swim, Buck,” she smiled. “Don’t fret.”

He hummed an "okay," before looking around the entire waterfall area. Instinctively, he started walking the perimeter, making sure they would be safe. He didn't know how he hadn't done it sooner. He must've been distracted.

The soldier made his way through trees and over rocks until he returned to the spot facing the center of the waterfall pool. He watched as Y/N's head slowly ascended from the water. She opened her eyes, and as her gaze found him, confusion washed over her face.

"Bucky, aren't you hot?"

"I mean, it’s warm, but I think I'm more useful out keepin' watch."

"Are you sure?" she laughed, tossing more water at him.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, clumsily trying to jump and dodge out of the way of the water flinging at him.

Y/N shamelessly continued. "The water's just fine! It's so refreshing and cooooool!"

Bucky's attempts at dodging the water were very much in vain. Soon enough his grey shirt had splatters of Wakandan waterfall water all over it.

He only laughed some more. "Come on! You're comprising our security!"

She stopped.

"Wait- I'm sorry. Am I actually?"

His breathing slowed, but his smile remained. "No, it's okay. I just think it's safer for at least one of us to stay out and be aware. I can go in next time."

"Okay," she frowned.

At the edge of the water, closest to grass, the ground descended into layers, creating a sort of makeshift staircase that sloped into the pool. Y/N floated over to the stairs, and leaned her elbows on the second highest step so that the water settled just below her shoulders. He watched as her legs floated straight up behind her, and each edge of her clothing moved up and down languidly in the water as if they were breathing with its movement.

In response, Bucky sat down at the waters edge, removing his own shoes and socks, rolling up his pant legs and resting his feet in the pool.

"There, now we're meetin' in the middle."

Y/N spared a gentle smile.

"Buck," she asked softly, "can I ask you a question?"

His brows furrowed at the sudden change in tone. "Mm hm."

He was expecting some kind of serious question, but instead, he watched yet another mischievous smirk grow across her face.

"Don't you have to pee?"

He rolled his eyes, and splashed her with as much water as he could cup in his hand. Y/N let out a burst of loud, boisterous laughter, wiping the water from her eyes.

"Why, do you?! Do I have to worry about feeling some warm water!!"

"No! I already went..."

"Oh, ew!" he howled with laughter.

"Not like that! I did it behind a tree while you were makin' your rounds."

"Well thank you for not christening our only clean water source."

"You are quite welcome, James Buchanan Barnes."

His brain slowed at the sound of his full name. He almost didn't feel the barely-there smile that turned the sides of his mouth up ever so slightly. Time became lazy, and his line of sight came to a leisurely stop directly at Y/N's face.

He got a good look at the reflective water droplets all over her skin, and the way some were falling off while others stayed perfectly still. He got a good look at how her waterlogged eye lashes stuck together in bigger clumps, making darker shades of black that contrasted her eye color, and how her wet hair was slicked back and flowed down her neck. He got a good look at the teeny tiny drops of waterfall that settled in her eyebrows, and how he had only been this close to her very few times before.

He couldn't tell why, but he wanted to take a mental snapshot of this moment. The charming imperfection of her was so genuine, so endearing, so alluring. He found himself having a hard time finding the motivation to look away. He must be tired or something.

He hadn’t noticed how still she was as well. But then, gradually, her smile went away, and her face was replaced with a neutral but poised expression. She slowly floated back from him, putting space between them.

"Can we go back now?" she asked. "I think the sun is giving me a headache."

"Y-Yeah, 'fcourse," he said, unprepared to do anything but fulfill her request.

[lettersinscarlet]

Notes (Obey Me! Lucifer Imagine)

What’s up guys? It’s me again! See, I promise, I’m slowly resuscitating my blog. Apparently, it just takes me forever to write, so that’s fun. But anyway, I am here to deliver an imagineto you! My requests are open, and I have a whole list of different fandoms and characters I write for, so feel free to drop a request in and I will get to it! It’s just I’m a little slower now when it comes to writing. Hope you enjoy this one!

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You were walking down the halls of the House of Lamentation, just heading back to your room after classes. Your teachers had given you a ton of work to do, and you figured that if you started now, you might be able to finish it all before you passed out from exhaustion. But if you’re being honest, you might do a few assignments and then procrastinate and turn the rest of them in late or make an excuse as to why you couldn’t do them. Maybe Diavolo would take pity on you and give you a pass or something.

As you walked by, you passed the door to Lucifer’s office. You stopped outside, wondering if he was in there. You didn’t want to disturb him if he was working, but you just wanted to check up on him. You heard some soft music playing, which was just a little sign to you that he was in there. You sighed, hesitating outside the door, before you just shook your head and walked away from the place.

Honestly, you really felt bad for Lucifer. He was always in his office, almost like he was trapped in there because of the paperwork. You knew he never left, because when you would sneak down for a midnight snack from the kitchen or to get some water, you could hear that soft music playing from behind the door. He just had to be exhausted, working that late into the night without a lot of sleep, rarely taking breaks often. You could appreciate his work ethic, but you knew that was also one of his flaws, that he really would just work too hard.

With Lucifer always in his office, that also meant that you didn’t get to spend as much time with him as you wanted. You’d actually gone to hang out in his office, and those times were great. It was easier to talk to him than it normally was, and it gave you an excuse to make sure he was taking breaks and eating and all the good things. But even in those precious times, someone would come in with more work for him to do, or more forms he had to review and sign. It always seemed to kill the mood, and that smile of his that would show up would quickly disappear.

The hall seemed to stretch on forever, but you finally arrived in front of the door to your room. With a heavy sigh, you pushed the door open, heading straight for your desk, dropping your bag down beside the chair. You knew this was going to be a long night, and not even a single ounce of your being was looking forward to doing all this work. As you settled into your chair, you pulled out your various notebooks and textbooks, diving in and getting started.

Hours later, you decided it was time for a break. You were about halfway through with everything you had to do that night, but you knew you needed some sort of sustenance and water if you were going to keep going. Hopefully Beel hadn’t already cleaned out the kitchen, and maybe there would be a snack or two left for you. You stretched out your arms and legs, a few satisfying pops and cracks following the motions.

Quietly, you slipped out of your room and headed back down the long hallway, on your way to the kitchen. Before you headed to your destination, you wanted to check on Lucifer. You’d been working for awhile, and you really hoped that he’d decided to take a break, or maybe he’d stopped for the night. It was late anyway, and most of the other brother’s were asleep, with the exception of Levi. He’d told you he was waiting for a new sale that was starting tonight, and there was no way he would be sleeping until it was open.

When you stopped at the eldest brother’s office, you noticed that the door was cracked, but the music was still playing. A sign that he would be in soon, and you assumed he must’ve went to get something quickly, or maybe a bathroom break. A realization came to you that now was a chance to get him some water, because you were certain he hadn’t been properly hydrating.

You ran to the kitchen, making sure you were light on your feet so no one would hear your thundering steps. Snagging two bottles of water, you checked the cabinet, and it seemed you were in luck. There was a few snack options, and you grabbed your favorite of the options, then grabbed something you knew Lucifer would like. You hurried back to his office, feeling a bit like a spy on mission.

He still wasn’t back, and you walked into the room, heading straight for his desk. Papers were a bit scattered, his pen left on top of a small stack of documents. From the looks of it, he probably wouldn’t be stopping until the early morning with this amount of work. A sigh escaped your lips, and you went to set the water and snack on top of the papers, making sure he would see it. You noticed a stack of sticky notes nearby, and you grabbed one, placing it in front of the little refreshments you’d brought. Grabbing his pen, you wrote a little note.

“Don’t forget to have some water and food to keep you going. If you get a chance, please take a break, because you’re health is more important than the work.”

You signed your name at the bottom, adding a little heart. But, as you looked at it, you realized the heart was a bit forward. He could be coming back to his office at any moment, and you knew you didn’t have much time left. Somehow, you managed to turn the heart into a strange looking flower. Satisfied with your work, you put the pen back how you found it and ran out of his office, making sure you grabbed your own snack and water.

You made it back to your room unseen, and you took your snack break. It was more needed than you thought it was, because you seemed to be starving. The snack would be enough to hold you over, but you’d probably eat a little more at breakfast the next morning. Once you finished the snack, you walked back to your desk, setting the water down and getting back to work.

At some point during the night, you’d passed out on your desk. Notebooks sprawled out, papers scattered, pens on the floor but luckily your pencil stayed safe, just a few inches away from your hand. You woke with a start, an alarm you hadn’t realized you’d set blaring some annoying tune that you just had to turn off. When you finally succeeded in that task, you looked at the mess of things on your desk. Turns out you’d gotten more than you thought you had, and there were only a couple of assignments you would need to turn in late. Lucky.

You stretched out your hands, your back arching as you yawned, your body trying to wake up. It hadn’t been the most comfortable sleep, but at least it was something. As you were stretching out, you glanced down and you noticed a bright pink square. Next to the pink square, there was a water bottle, and what looked like some sort of food. Breakfast food. Wiping at your face, you blinked a couple times, waiting for your vision to clear up some. Then, you grabbed the note, bringing it to your face so you could read it.

“Thank you for the food and drink, and don’t worry, I took a break eventually. Looks like you could use some of the same. Don’t be late for class.”

The words were written in a fancy script, almost cursive, and it was very easy to tell that Lucifer had left it. There was even a small little flower drawn on the corner of the note. It made you smile, and you moved to eat your food and to get ready for school.

Neither of you ever really mentioned the notes to each other, it was just an unspoken thing between you. Each of you appreciated what the other had done, and it was almost like it was your little secret.

It started off as just that. Every now and then, you would leave a little note for Lucifer in his office. Most of the time, there was a bottle of water and a snack with it. Sometimes just the water, or sometimes it was just a little note for a check in. Usually, some sort of drawing accompanied it, of course, nothing with too much detail. Just a little something to maybe make him laugh or smile.

For whatever you’d left, he always gave you a note back. Even if it was just to say thank you. He’d leave them around your room, and sometimes, if he felt daring, even on your door.

This little passing of notes between you, it was almost like a game of tag, waiting to see if the other would leave something, waiting with anticipation to see how they would respond to whatever had been left. It was a wonderful little thing. So wonderful, that eventually, it became and everyday thing. You’d leave a little sticky note on his door, in his office, or just places around the House of Lamentation that you knew he would see. Most of the time, if you weren’t feeling super creative, you would just write hello in different languages, or maybe leave him random facts about yourself. The facts were his favorites, and you didn’t know, but he always saved the notes in one of his drawers.

Lucifer was walking to his office, and when he reached the door, he noticed a little blue square, just right above the door handle. He smiled, going to pull it off of the door to look at it closer.

“Out of all the stars, my favorite has to be the morning star”

The little compliment made him flush, and he quickly went to his office, going to put the note in the little drawer. He sighed, sitting down in his chair, leaning back as he spun a little bit as he thought.

He would never admit just how much your little notes meant to him, but he absolutely loved to read them. It made his heart swell with pride, and a little something else, too. The messages you left them, no matter how strange or weird, he found them wonderful and adorable. Even if it was just some random fact that taco cat is the same spelled backwards or forwards.

With each little note, he could feel himself slipping more and more into these little feelings for you. It had started off as a simple little crush, and then you actually took the time to check up on him, make sure he was pacing himself while he worked, also making sure that he was caring for his health. Just showing that sort of care towards him, it made him feel something a little stronger for you than just his little crush.

He sighed, rubbing his temple as he sat in thought. He hated not being able to do anything about these feelings for you, just keeping them trapped in his head and in his heart. It frustrated him, the fact that his thoughts kept wandering to you, knowing that he couldn’t act on them.

Wait a second... why couldn’t he act on them? He is Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride. He’s the oldest, he’s well respected, hardworking... so couldn’t he act on these feelings? Let you know that he wanted to hang out, more than just leaving these little notes between you? Of course he could.

He went to stand up, his brain determining that he should just talk to you, but then he stopped. Something about it didn’t feel right, and what would he even say? Slowly, he sat back down in his chair, now lost in his own thoughts. How was he supposed to do this? Lucifer’s eyes began to wander, and he settled on a sticky note pad.

It was almost as if a lightbulb had went off over his head, moving to grab the pad so he could begin writing. The perfect way to do this would be through your own little communication system, wouldn’t it be? This definitely felt like it was the right way. He took his time, elegantly writing out his little message. He looked it over, shook his head, and threw it out. Starting over, he wrote it out again, workin the phrase just a bit differently. Turns out, he didn’t like it any better. Writing this note for the third time, he made another few adjustments. This continued for about half an hour, until he finally crafted the perfect note.

Lucifer waited and then left, going to your room. He knew you weren’t back just yet, probably out with one of his brothers. He quickly slipped in, going to leave the note on your desk. There was no need to spend too much extra time in here, so he left relatively quickly, going to find something to do so that he wouldn’t think about the time. Now, he played the waiting game, feeling the anticipation of when you would see his note, wondering how you would answer it.

You came home a little while later, laughing as you walked back in with Mammon. He’d needed you to come along with him today to some sort of important event, but it turned out that the event was rescheduled or something, so the two of you just ended up hanging out together for a little while.

Once you could escape to your room, you flopped down on the bed, sighing as you relaxed into the soft material. It had been a bit of a long day, and you closed your eyes, just resting for a moment.

You woke up from your accidental nap, sighing as you sat up, just waiting for your body to truly wake up. When you finally did, you stood up and walked over to your desk, intending to start working on your other assignments or at least map out what you needed to do. That’s when a small pink square caught your eye, and you picked it up to read it.

“If your free, what would you think about dinner tomorrow? Just the two of us, at 7:00?”

The little question made you smile, and you held the note close to your chest. So he’d finally asked. You were bursting with excitement as you went to write on your own sticky note, your handwriting sloppy but still legible. You underlined what you’d said, and this time, you’d added the little heart. But it was under an exclamation point, so you could just play it off.

Nearly sprinting down the hall, you almost knocked over Mammon in your rush. But that didn’t matter, you could apologize later. You were just wanting to make it to Lucifer’s office as quickly as you could. Finally, you reached your destination, grinning to yourself as you realized he wasn’t in his office. You placed the note right in the middle of his desk, so that there was no doubt he would miss it, and then you dashed back out of the room. Now, you were headed to Asmo’s room, hoping he could piece together some outfit for you to wear.

Lucifer was riddled with nerves when he made it back to his office, sighing as he closed the door. He hadn’t really been able to focus since he’d left the last note, and it certainly didn’t help that you hadn’t answered yet. He knew you were back from RAD, because he’s heard you and Satan talk as you came in. Hours had passed, and still nothing. Was that your way of saying no? Surely, you’d tell him if you weren’t interested.

He sat down in his chair, reaching to grab a pen so that he could attempt to start on some paperwork, hopefully get through a few stacks, when something caught his eye. It was bright yellow, no mistaking that it was a sticky note. Lucifer’s heart pounded in his chest as he peeled it up, going to take a closer look at what it said. When he read it, a smile came to his face, followed by a quick breath of laughter. Just with a few simple words, you eased all his anxiety from the past few hours, almost making him forget them completely. He tucked the note away in his drawer, just smiling and overall pleased. He couldn’t wait.

“It’s a date!”

Three simple words, and it was enough to keep him smiling for the rest of the night.