#im the king of blanket fort making.

[orpheusofthestars]

bf and i are in the valentines blankie fort. all is well. dont reach me

[conspicuous-clown-car]

was asked to share about Bitzy the clown so im gonna!!

excuse anything that doesnt make sense or spelling errors i currently have a migraine lol

this is just surface level stuff that shows who they are as a person

okay so bitzy started off as a clownsona that i could imagine saying what i was really thinking to customers/coworkers whenever i got mad at them when i used worked in customer service lol, it really helped me chill out and control my emotions

they were originally a character that i imagined doing badass stuff to music when i went on 4 hour long car rides every weekend for half a year, it helped pass the time and keep me sane

but yea bitzy very early in development was just the embodiment of what customer service does to a mf

inspiration for them: The Collector from the Owl House, Steve from Big Top Burger, The Ice King from Adventure Time

they go by they/it

VERY gender, will wear anything

but will scratch at their skin if its exposed so they tend to wear clothing that covers their limbs

they have adhd and theyre autistic, they dont/are unable to mask

theyre immortal, they can die (usually it happens in the stupidest and funniest ways), but they keep coming back, because their worlds rules say that theyre supposed to be there, always

they are inorganic (by earth standards), along with everying in their world

theyre a literal creature, able to contort and warp their body into anything, usually unsettling scary shit

they became a god-like entity, accidentally

that gods purpose is to observe and experience

though they are not the leader type, preferring to be lead by someone else

they dont need to eat, sleep, or drink due to being immortal, but they occasionally do if they want

has a personal, wholesome, and wordless relationship with the one deity thats a higher being than them, but they rarely see it, about once every thousand years or so. it shows them the stars

sometimes they forget theyre a god though so they act like a mortal more often than not

they have a really bad memory, like, amnesia type bad. half is from repression, half is from head trauma when they were younger. also has constant headaches, the worse they are the more likely it'll mention them. both of these are partially a result of their powers

they arent as funny as other clowns, and theyre bad at entertaining and improv

as a clown they should enjoy performing for others, but they do not, instead preferring to do so alone and only for themself

hates being percieved and analyzed

it used to be a jester

sometimes works on cartoon-like physics

in their world theyre a wanderer, and though they have a home they dont use it often

their house is like a huge blanket/pillow fort that sort of resembles a circus tent

theyre very childish, and from an outsiders perspective they seem kinda empty headed

even though they are childish and whimsical, they HATE being babied

will get irritated if clothing is asymmetrical

favorite color is red

is fascinated with celestial things, too bad there's no sky in their world....

shorty, especially compared to other clowns, they can change their height but prefer not to (it lets people think theyre harmless)

very unpredictable, quick to irritate, never know what theyre gonna be chill about and what theyre gonna have a meltdown over

they try to refrain from hurting others though, hating the reputation they have due to....'events' that happened when they were younger, events that were not their fault

theyre very impulsive, not thinking before doing, but that doesnt mean theyre an idiot

can be incredibly stupid when it comes to certain things and incredibly smart when it comes to others

they cant navigate a conversation when theyre involved in it but if theyre just observing they can easily figure out intentions of the conversing parties, things those involved in the conversation wouldnt be able to decipher at all

many try to befriend them for selfish purposes and bitzy can tell, they can always tell, theyve always been able to tell

it doesnt have a reflection

theyre vehemently TERRIFIED of bodies of water, especially the ocean....

is also scared of being in a car, but not the car itself.... wonder why....

they find it funny to be chill and silly around people they know are terrified of them

something is clearly wrong with them, like theyre putting up a façade and ignoring how fucked up they are mentally

10,000 years of living in self inflicted isolation can get to a person

stuck in a state of dream-like escapism

escapism is a huge part of their story

loves liminal spaces, because, well, it lives in a world of nothing but that

has daddy and mommy issues, thats why theyre insane /j

very emotionally mature when someone is being vulnerable with them

great with kids surprisingly

has a cult dedicated to them that they do not approve of, but will use that fact to one up people

those who dont know of bitzys reputation are bound to insult and underestimate them, and then... well... they figure out who they are

bitzys overall mentality is "you dont fuck with me, i dont fuck with you"

has an immense appreciation for earth, and by extension humans, wonder why? they arent even supposed to exist in their world....

has a way tortured past

does not like the sound of jingling keys or keychains, it reminds them of some bad people, and stresses them out

they have a high pain tolerance but will fake getting hurt just to be dramatic

they also just tend to overreact as a joke, getting fake mad at little things just to be funny

powers can be emotion based though, and boyyyyy do they have some big emotions

has a gripe with technology

is not aware of peoples personal bubbles

never comforable enough to be vulnerable with anyone (anyone except for daydream)

despite being a chaotic and probably annoying person to be around theyre a good friend, who often puts their friends needs before their own, but they only have one friend that this is applicable to lol

can be unintentionally funny by being painfully truthful/blunt

struggles with reading due to brain damage, is more of a physically active person than a mentally active person anyways

if i havent made it clear enough, they are a complete outcast, but by no fault of their own, even before they lost their marbles they tried everything to get people to like them for them. it never worked...

theres a big 'secret' about bitzy i havent revealed yet but.... maybe this spotify playlist of songs that vaguely tell bitzys story will be a helpful hint ;3

[wavehq]

enjoy limitless possibilities here in celestire islands, chifuyu matsuno and sano manjiro ( tokyo revengers ), where you can start the new life you've always longed for. make sure you read the checklist, as we'll be sending the discord link through ims! enjoy your new dream, gabee and jun!

( tokyo revengers (anime), dupes not allowed. japanese, he/him, cis male. ) ——- hey, is that ( chifuyu matsuno ) hanging around ( enchanted brews )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty-four ) year old ( pet shop owner ) and ( drawing some doodles )? they’re notorious for being ( loyal ) yet ( impulsive ), and i always seem to hear ( idfc ) by ( blackbear ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( rescuing cats up in trees ), and they’re associated with ( the roaring of a motorcycle, shelves filled with comics and the nice aroma of food that is being cooked ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( not doing more to save toman ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ gabee, 27 / est, he/him. ]

( tokyo revengers(manga). ryo yoshizawa, he/they, demi-man. ) ——- hey, is that ( sano manjiro ) hanging around ( astera wishing well)? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty eight ) year old ( professional dancer ) and ( teaching martial arts in the local dojo )? they’re notorious for being ( carefree and eccentric ) yet ( apathetic and blunt ), and i always seem to hear ( 白日 ) by ( king gnu ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( asking you if you wanna hold hands cause he's lonely ), and they’re associated with ( hot chocolate and blanket forts on a rainy day ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( allowing his inner darkness to control and destroy the people around him ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ jun , twenty-six/ est, they/them. ]

[bellarkeselection]

I actually wanted to change my request i was wondering if interested you can do Tyrion one short where he comes back from being away fineding his wife is upset because she found out her family was killed. And she has not moved from her room at all and he trys to help her relax Im just watching the episode where sarna found out about her family .

Wife in Need

Tyrion had finally returned home to King's Landing after being away for so long all he wanted was to spend time with his two loves wine and his wife Y/n. Entering your shared chambers he knew something was wrong in an instant by a couple empty wine bottles on the floor and your body buried underneath the covers. Removing his boots he spotted something crumpled up on the desk so he unfolds it seeing a horrible letter that he could assume had come from Joffrey to torture you. "That ungrateful child. How dare he send this to you girls. Hasn't he hurt you both enough." He grumbles throwing the note that said your mother and brother Robb were murdered.

The ladies in waiting had been gossiping that Sansa had stopped eating and that you refused to get out of bed for any reason. Tyrion gently climbed into bed lifting up the covers to see my face as I clutched my hands around the Stark necklace I wore. "Why would they - why did they have to kill them - why Tyrion." I sobbed shuttering for breath which broke his heart. You were the middle Stark girl who was forced to marry him because Jaime had joined the Kingsgaurd before you were to Wed. "I'm sorry my little wolf. I'm sorry that you have been brought into a family who is so cruel and uncaring of others emotions." He softly replied brushing hair from my bloodshot eyes feeling me scoot up against his body pulling him underneath the covers too.

"Tyrion, I just want to stay under here where nothing bad can happen to me or my sister anymore." I croaked out hoping he would just let me live in a blanket fort. He interviewed our freehands together resting his chin ontop of my head whispering. "Little wolf I wish we could. But I fear that would only hurt you girls more if you just hid away from everything." He stares at me with those green eyes and a weak smile on his lips. Sniffing out in tears I mumbled against his tunic shirt. "I'm afraid to be alone anymore Tyrion." Once that was said he knew things were going to change around here. He would spend more time with you and Sansa instead of worrying about his father's wishes, he already has a Stark added into the family that should be enough for now.

The covers shifted off of me so I opened my eyes seeing Tyrion trying to pull me out of the bed. "What are you doing. I don't want to leave this room." I scoot over so my feet toych the floor seeing him hand me one of his shirts and trousers instead of one of the dresses. "We're not leaving the room. I'm simply helping you out of the bed you to change and eat something." Slowly getting out of the bed I felt him unty the back of my dress then turning around as to not look since we agreed we would wait to sleep together until I was ready. Pulling on the clothes he gave me he turned back around taking my hands in his. "I promise after today you will be by my side wherever I go. I love you and will protect you Y/n." He leans up on his toes kissing my lips making me smile. "I love you too Tyrion." We ended up sitting the table in the sunlight from the window just holding each other and waiting for our food.

Comments really appreciated 😊

[winterscaptain]

tell.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: i cannot tell yall how long i have been working on this one, so i'll save it. thanks to @ssaic-jareau for hanging in there with me as i pulled late nights to make this happen over the weekend!! i love you!! i know it's broad daylight for you while im being irresponsible, but i appreciate it nevertheless. let me know what you think, my lovelies! i cherish your thoughts!

words: 7.4k warnings: language, discussion of sex, canon-typical case events

summary: “we are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.” veronica roth, allegiant. au!may 2012

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It’s always tough to spend time away from home when you aren’t on a case, but a conference kept you from your boys the last couple of days, on Strauss’s request. Aaron was none too happy about it, but as the junior-most agent in the unit (even with five years under your belt), the shitty seminars and professional development events fell on your shoulders. 

Even though you landed early in the morning, flying coach all the way back from California, there was a whole day with Jack waiting for you and Aaron upon your return. A rare Saturday - no case, no paperwork, just family.

You knock on the door with a knuckle, unable to reach your keys around your bags and breakfast. 

Aaron opens the door with a “Hey!” coated in laughter, kissing your cheek. He’s still in his pajamas. 

You squint at him. “Am I early?”

He snorts. “Never. We’re running late.” He takes the takeout bags and coffee from your hands. “Thank you for breakfast.” 

“Of course. I wanted -” 

Jack runs across the apartment and slams into you full force. “You’re home!” 

You curl around him, your hands on his head and shoulder as he cuddles into you. “I am! I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

His voice is muffled by your shirt and it makes you smile. You glance at Aaron over Jack’s head to find a smile. 

“Come look at our fort!” Jack, wearing a blanket cape, takes you by the hand and brings you into the dining room, where the dining room table has been turned into a massive fort fit for a king. 

Or, rather, two kings. 

“Oh my goodness, Jack. This is incredible, little bug. Your architectural prowess knows no bounds.” You look up at Aaron from your place on the floor. “Where’s your cape?” 

His deadpan, as usual, never fails to make you laugh. “Uh, I’m wearing it.” 

Jack continues to drag you all the way under the table until you’re laying on your bellies in the little slap-dash shelter.

Aaron flops down on the floor on the other side of Jack. “We slept in here all night.” 

“Really? That sounds like so much fun.” 

What you mean is, What, with your bad back? 

“Mmhmm,” he replies, only to really say - 

Yep. I feel like shit. 

“Can we sleep in here again tonight, Dad?” Jack asks, turning to Aaron. “All together?” 

You exchange a glance with Aaron, who laughs. 

So much for grown-up plans...

+++

You’re both scrambling to get ready for the bike ride across the mall and day at the Smithsonian when the phone call comes in. 

“Hotchner,” Aaron says, still at the counter, tucking his phone under his chin as he finishes packing the rest of the picnic basket. 

He freezes, hastily bagging some carrots and putting them in the basket before holding the phone in his hand and leaning heavily against the counter. “You’re kidding.” 

That’s not a good tone. 

Jack looks up at you, and you rest your hands on his chest over his shoulders, backing him into you as you watch Aaron with your lip between your teeth. 

“Did they raise the terror alert?”

Shit. 

“Okay. That’s for the best. Um…” He checks his watch. “I’ll get down there now. Yeah….Do you need the rest -” 

With a huff, he meets your eyes and nods. 

You let out a sigh and kiss Jack’s head. He knows the drill and runs off for your phone, still charging in the bedroom. 

“Understood, ma’am. I’ll be there first. We gotta get Jack squared away but I’ll get going while -” He pauses, probably interrupted by Strauss again. “Thank you...Yes...I’ll be there as soon as I can and the rest of the team will meet at the scene.” 

You know that also means you. You also can’t ignore the prick of anxiety that shoots through your belly, knowing he’ll likely be in danger without you for at least a half-hour. 

Jack returns with your phone, Jessica already on the line. 

+++

Aaron, of course, leaves right away while you wait for Jess. 

You sit on the couch with Jack. “I’m so sorry, buddy. We’ll have to do a big day, just the three of us, another time.” 

Jack shrugs. “It’s okay. Sometimes you just gotta catch the bad guys.” 

The offhand nature of his understanding strikes you as instantly hilarious, and he laughs with you when you double over, wiping tears from your eyes. 

“Yeah. Sometimes you just do, kiddo.” 

+++

When you finally arrive at the scene, Dave’s already set up hostage negotiation. You cross the street, finding Will and JJ huddled with Emily and Derek. 

“You okay?” You ask, placing your hand on Will’s shoulder. He’s not just JJ’s not-husband. He’s your friend, too, all on his own. 

“Yeah, jus’ fine.” He shakes his head. “Jus’ a little rattled, is all.” 

“Understandable.” 

His mouth presses into a thin line as he exhales. “Thanks.” He checks his watch. “Y’all should get on back. I think Strauss just showed up.”

JJ kisses his cheek and trots off to meet the rest of the unit. After another hug for Will, you follow suit. 

+++

“The media's calling them the Face Cards. Seven bank robberies in seven months. They've killed one person at each robbery.” Aaron leads the rest of you to the trailer, where the monitors are all set up. 

Dave furrows his brow. “M. O.?” 

“Single gunshot wound. Each of the victims has bled out.” 

That doesn’t make much sense. 

You jump in. “Serial killers with a 30-day cooling-off period and we're only just hearing about this now?” 

“Well, headquarters has always characterized them robbers first and killers second,” Aaron replies, glancing back at you. You roll your eyes. 

Of course they did. 

“No one kills seven people without serious psychopathic tendencies,” Spencer notes. He’s more than right, and you thought the same thing - it’s almost like he took the words out of your mouth. 

“I disagreed with the original assessment. I was overruled.” Aaron’s bland version of frustration is clear in his tone, but he knows, just as you do, that ship has sailed. All you can do now is handle what’s in front of you. 

“So why are we here now?” Dave asks. 

“Because crisis negotiation is overseas.” 

Aaron starts to walk again as JJ asks after more information. Aaron usually rattles it off pretty quickly, but with the quick start this morning, you know he trusts the rest of you to ask the questions you need. “What more do we know about them? 

“They're organized, they're efficient. Each strike lasts about two minutes.” 

Derek, walking beside you, finally joins the conversation. “They gotta be scouting the banks in advance. Why haven't we been able to identify them off of surveillance footage?” 

“They hack the security feed and turn off the cameras, both during the initial canvass and during the robbery, until the masks come back on, and then we're allowed to watch.” Aaron leads you all into the tactical staging truck, watching the security feeds. 

+++

As you continue to watch, the scene becomes clearer, the power dynamics more tangible. 

Dave sees it, too. “They're using the hostages as human shields.” 

JJ, with Will beside her, studies the footage, watching the Queen run around while the King finds himself preoccupied with the Jack’s wound. “This is the first time they've been interrupted. What went wrong?”

“It's a big bank,” Emily says. “It's possible they weren't about to round everybody up before someone triggered an alarm.” 

That’s a fair point, but you ask your question anyway.  “Why haven't they cut the feed now that they've been cornered?”

Derek, still beside you, answers. “Letting us see inside gives up a tactical advantage. They gotta know that.” 

They don't seem to care,” Aaron says, from your other side. 

You’re all silent for another minute, watching to see what happens next. Even though their plans went awry, the team still looks fairly calm and collected, all things considered. 

JJ’s frown only deepens. “They're overconfident. Arrogant, even.” 

“The face card masks add to their narcissism.” Spencer’s voice comes from the end of the line. “Their personas are the royalty of poker.” 

You nod - it’s a great point - while Aaron starts making assignments.  

“JJ, Reid, and Prentiss, look at past robberies. That's gonna be our victimology. Pull another analyst if you need to.” He turns to you, then Dave, on his other side. “I want you two to handle negotiations. And, Morgan, strategize tactical options with MPD.” 

You shuffle, gathering your radio and earpiece from the charger next to Penelope’s computer. 

When the rest of the team leaves, you hang back with Dave, keying into the radio channels and standing by for further instruction - you know there’s more for you in the trailer at the moment. 

Further instruction, though, may have to wait. Strauss climbs the steps into the rig and Aaron greets her. “Chief Strauss.” 

“The Director ordered me to supervise your operation.” 

Of course he did. 

“Puts you right in the spotlight,” Dave says, not unkindly. It’s almost fond. 

You can’t help but hold back a little bit of a smile. If the situation were reversed and it was Aaron at the helm, you’d be proud of him, too. 

“Well, you've got gunmen with hostages in the Capital. The Hill's concerned.” 

Aaron nods, gesturing to you and Dave. “We're about to open lines of communication.”

“What about a tactical assault?”

The three of you shake your heads as Aaron responds. “I don't think it's a good idea. There are hostages in front of the doors and windows.” 

Erin, finally onboard, turns to Dave. “What's your negotiation strategy?” 

“The Jack's bleeding out. They'll ask for medical attention.” 

You hum, a little skeptical, and look back at the feed. “The female unsub might have something to say about that. Look at her body language.” 

Dave follows your gaze. “She is cold and detached. The King seems genuinely concerned about his partner's welfare. But she couldn't give a damn.” 

Your eyebrows raise. “The men probably know each other.” 

Aaron, picking up on your train of thought, flags Penelope, “Garcia?” 

She turns in her chair, already typing. “Shuffling my techno-fabulous deck of databases, sir.” 

And so it begins. 

+++

“I’ll do the talking - I’ll need to establish some rapport with them, but I’ll need you keeping the team updated and coordinating any allowances or personnel as things come up, okay?” 

You nod, a little smile pulling at the side of your mouth. “You got it.” 

Dave claps your shoulder. “You’ll be in this chair one day, so pay attention.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

He dials in and the phone starts ringing through the speaker. You’ll be able to hear everything. 

“Who the hell's this?” You check the monitor. The King picked up the phone. 

Obviously, the Jack can’t pick up the phone, stupid, he’s bleeding out!

“My name is David Rossi. I'm with the FBI. To whom am I speaking?” 

The King doesn’t address the question, but rather looks back toward his fallen compatriot. “All right, I want a doctor sent in, and then I want out of here.” 

Dave checks his watch. “Well, we certainly can discuss that. Let the hostages go and we'll give you all the medical help you need.” 

You take a mental note. Your memories from Dave’s lectures at the academy are fuzzy at best, and you haven’t had very much time handling these things in the field. The last time a major hostage crisis was at hand, you were a hostage yourself. 

A shot hostage, if the chronic nerve pain in your shoulder is any reminder. 

“I can't do that. I need the leverage.” 

“How about a sign of good faith? Send out the women and children and I'll see what I can do.” 

You watch as the King takes the phone away from his mouth. You can vaguely hear him update the Queen, but she’s not having it. She pulls a child from the lineup and your lower lip disappears between your teeth. 

A man, you presume the girl’s father, speaks to the Queen before she shoots him in the abdomen. The King gets back on the line. 

“You better send in some more help or more people are gonna die.” He hangs up. 

Shit. 

+++

“You’re not seriously considering sending an agent in there?” You turn on Hotch and he sighs, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. 

“We don’t have much of a choice. I’m not the authority on-site and with the director pressing Strauss, there’s not much I can do.” 

The two of you are alone for the time being, so you’re able to rib him for a second to lighten the tension. 

“What’s the point of being unit chief if you can’t lord it over everyone all the time?” 

You're rewarded with a shadow of a smile and a snort. “Don’t be ridiculous. I lord it over you plenty.” 

“Not enough.” Your tone is childish, the words murmured under your breath. 

When he walks away, he taps the side of your ass with the back of his hand. If you weren’t in a professional setting, you could mistake it for a promise. 

But, Aaron, that would be unprofessional!

You turn to look at him and just catch his wink as he hops up the steps behind Strauss. 

+++

With Garcia’s magic and Aaron’s genius, you figure out that the men are related. 

While Rossi hops on the next phone call, you help Derek outfit the medic with a bug and a weapon. 

“We're sending in the medic now, Chris. Tell Oliver help is on the way.” 

Derek nods at the medic and he hops off, heading into the bank. You jog over to the trailer only to find a humorously horrified look on Strauss’s face. 

“Is she…” 

You get closer, looking up at the monitor. 

“...putting on lipstick?” 

You scoff. “She’s vain. Only contributes to a profile of vanity and narcissism. She likes to be seen - this is a game for her.” 

You jog back out before Strauss can respond, taking your place between Aaron and Derek. 

“Green. You gotta go. Green. Go,” Derek says into his mic. 

The agent-turned-medic makes a move and immediately gets a shot between the eyes for his trouble. Your hand files over your mouth and Derek ducks away, taking a second. 

Well, that couldn’t have been any worse. 

You look at Aaron, still staring at the screen, beside you. He’s thinking the same thing. 

+++

Derek walks up to you, kevlar and sunglasses firmly in place. “Tactical's been deployed, snipers are moving into position.” 

At your questioning look, Strauss clarifies. “The Director's ordered a full tactical assault.” 

The look doesn’t leave your face. “His last orders cost us an agent.” 

Radio transmissions fly one ear and out the other, not to mention the flurry of activity around the negotiation tent. Before Strauss can reply, Will’s call shoots past you to Aaron.

“SWAT's getting itchy fingers.” 

Aaron turns, covering his comm mic at his chest. “You remind SWAT that bank robberies are federal jurisdiction. No one fires until they're ordered to.” 

“Right.” 

Will disappears and you suppress a little pleased shudder. Aaron’s very much in control now and it is doing things to your body that are better suited for, well, anywhere else. You tighten the velcro across your chest as if to compress another rush of… nothing useful. 

Aaron turns back to you, Dave, Derek, and Strauss. “All right, when the crossfire starts, what's gonna happen to the hostages caught in the middle?” 

The question is a trap, and Dave doubles down. “That's the wrong call, Erin, and you know it.” 

Strauss falters for a minute, leveling with the rest of you. “It's not my call.” 

Aaron doesn’t let up. “You're here and you're in charge.” His tone is sharper than yours would be in the same situation, but you’re nearly fifteen years younger and a whole four steps down on the totem pole. 

Not for the first time, a rush of affection and gratitude for him crests over your in a wave and you have to look away, taking a deep breath to collect yourself. When you look back, he’s watching you. 

I’m okay. 

He nods as Erin speaks again. 

“So you want me to disobey the Director?” Erin sounds dubious, at best. 

Dave responds quickly. “Yes.” 

Aaron amends, and if the situation wasn’t so tense his correction would almost be funny. “No. I just want you to buy us a little time.” He pauses, wavering for a second as he rephrases. “Don't be quite so efficient.” 

You’re never surprised by Aaron’s political savvy, but it is a nice reminder that he can run circles around every bureaucrat in the district if given the chance. 

“Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast.”

+++

“It’s an impossible ask, Dave. You know JJ will never go for it.” 

“It’s not up to JJ.” Aaron’s voice approaches from behind you. “It’s the director’s call, but mine first.” 

He comes to rest beside you as Dave leaves the two of you alone. 

“What are you gonna do?” You look at Aaron, finding his eyes trained on the monitor, arms crossed over his chest.

He sighs. “If it was you he asked for...” 

You bump his shoulder. “What, not interested in feeding me to serial killers today?” 

It’s a loaded joke, especially for the two of you, but after Emily, you’re past such things. If the situation were reversed, Haley would never stop giving you hell for getting serial-killed the way she did. It’s only fair to return the favor. 

“Over my dead body, baby.” He reaches down to squeeze your hand for a second before letting you go. “Do me a favor?” 

“Anything.” 

“Stay here.” 

+++

You can hear JJ’s anguished shouts from here, beside Dave and the phone. 

Derek has a good enough hold on her, Emily and Aaron protecting him from JJ’s wild elbows. She’s beside herself but eventually breaks free and sprints back toward the trailer. You turn to follow her, just in time to hear a gunshot. 

Will.

+++

You’re all gathered in the trailer as JJ asks the same questions over and over again. Garcia, just like the first time, doesn’t have any answers. 

The static on the monitors is nearly deafening in its silence. 

JJ looks at you for a moment and takes a shaky breath before looking at Hotch. Her eyes are red-rimmed and her voice is broken when she speaks. “Aaron.”

You know he’s never been able to deny her anything. In the entire time you’ve known him, it’s one of the few things that hasn’t changed. 

His eyes don’t budge from hers. “We’re going in.”

+++

You press the heels of your hands to your eyes, trying to stem the stinging from the heat and debris. Your ears ring and you’ve got a scrape on your chin from where you face-planted into the asphalt. 

Eventually, you remove your hands and open your eyes to the early summer sunshine. Your bias is clear enough - Aaron’s the first one you look for and the first one you find.

He’s looking a little dazed and more than a little ruffled, but alive. 

Ignoring the whine in your ears and swiping some blood off your face, you jog over to him, taking stock of him from head to toe. “You alright?”

He doesn’t answer right away, and you realize he probably can’t hear you. An image of Kate reaching for you and the smell of blood flashes into your head, but you push it away. 

His ear…

“Aaron?” You lay a hand on his shoulder and he startles a little, meeting your eyes and coming back to himself all at once. 

He puts his hands on your shoulders, tipping your jaw up with one finger to examine your chin. “You’re hurt.”

“Honey, I’m fine. Your ear…” You follow a small trickle of blood up the side of his neck, rounding him to get a better look. Just as you’d feared, his bad ear is bleeding again. 

He waves off your concern and taps his comm mic, calling for support in quick, clear soundbites. You snag the back of his vest before he can get too far away from you. 

“As soon as you’re done with that, please get it looked at.”

With a sigh, he nods and gestures to your chin. “I will if you do.”

You roll your eyes. 

“Where’s Emily?” You hear Morgan ask JJ as they get their bearings around you. 

With a start, you follow them into the building, attached to a couple of SWAT agents. You know Aaron will get after you for going in before everything’s cleared by bomb squad, but you can’t keep still. 

The heartache you feel for JJ supersedes anything else going on in your head. It’s something that plagues you all the time - the both of you doing this job. Losing Aaron in the field is a stark reality you can hardly consider at any point, especially when evidence of its reality is right in front of you. 

+++

Aaron can’t help himself - he pulls you close after you’re both released by the paramedics, pressing a kiss to your head. It’s almost desperate as he leans back and pulls your collar from your vest, his hands smoothing over your shoulders. 

“I need to debrief SWAT and first responders - can you stay with Dave and help with the media?” 

“Okay. Let me know if you need any extra hands - I’ll send ‘em right over.” 

He smiles at you, soft, small, and affectionate. “Thank you.” 

+++

You pull your phone from your pocket. 

She picks up on the second ring. “Yeah?”

“Hey, Jess.” 

“Hey.” She pauses. “You okay?”

With a shaky sigh, you reply. “Yeah. I’m fine. Aaron’s fine.” 

“I heard about the explosion. Is there anything I can do?” 

“No, we’re fine. Just...Just stay out of the city.” After another breath. “Is Jack okay?” 

She laughs a little. “Yeah. He’s fine. He’s a little anxious but I turned off the TV and we’re headed out to the park for a little while.” 

“Good.” You look over at Aaron, who holds your eyes for a second before returning to his EMS strategy huddle. 

“Be safe and come home to us soon, okay?” 

“Yeah. We will. We love you. Tell Jack we -”

“ - Of course.” 

+++

You follow Spencer through the debris once you’re done handling the media storm with Dave. Picking through the rubble, searching for something - anything - but not finding much. 

Derek’s voice echoes through the ruined, cavernous space that used to be the main lobby. “Everything they've said and done was for a reason. But what doesn't make any sense is she switched the negotiation demand. Chris wanted to go to Switzerland. She changed it to Chad.” 

“They also requested a private plane,” you note, “but no mention of a pilot.” 

Spencer stops, and you almost run into him. Emily stops as well, looking back at the pair of you as Spencer organizes his thoughts. When he’s ready to speak, he says, “Guys, if you think about it, even the dates mean something. In 2004, while she was wreaking havoc abroad, he was dishonorably discharged. Then in 2008, they likely met in Chad. And now this in 2012.” 

Good thought. But then again, when is one of Spencer’s thoughts bad? 

It’s a decent enough question, and you run the gamut of all the surprising and absurd things Spencer’s said in your presence over the years. One in particular comes to mind. 

Evil twin, eviler twin. 

You hold back a little laugh, despite the harrowing circumstances. 

Yeah, that one was pretty bad. 

“Okay.” Derek grabs your attention again. “So, is it a coincidence that those are all election years and they attacked D.C.? Maybe this is a political statement.” 

Emily’s eyes are stuck on something on the ground, but you’re not sure if it’s what she’s really looking at. “No. It's more personal than that. It's their story.” 

Derek’s brow pinches. “What?” 

“All of the details are a part of their story.” 

She starts to leave through one of the shattered windows and you follow her back to the trailer, Spencer and Derek not far behind. She hops up the steps and you take your place beside Aaron once you’re all inside. It’s much cozier in here, with eight of you. 

Spencer fills the rest of the team in on your conversation inside. Unsurprisingly, it’s rote - read like a cold script. 

Emily picks up when he’s done. “Their timeline suggests they were both destructive before they met.” 

“So we're talking about ex-military turning on their country.” Strauss looks and sounds skeptical, but you can’t blame her. In American culture, it’s rather incongruous. 

Now who sounds like Spencer?

“It's rare, but soldiers become disenfranchised no matter what the nationality. And if he met someone like-minded at that time, there'd be no stopping them.”

“So you're thinking they met during the civil unrest in Chad in '08.” Aaron’s voice isn’t skeptical - more probing. You can see the wheels turning behind his eyes. 

“Yeah,” Spencer says. “And one or both of them are pilots.”

“So if Garcia concentrates on that region,” Emily points to an area on a map, lit up on the monitor, “specifically weapons running in and out of Libya, there's a good chance we'll find their paths crossed.”

Penelope types furiously for a moment, her fingers flying over the keys. “Okay, multiple entries into Libya for a private pilot named Matthew Downs in '08, but I don't have her name.” 

“Well, because she had aliases. It's the only way to stay a ghost.” 

Looks like Emily’s Interpol knowledge is coming in handy. 

She continues. “Here's the thing - they are a couple. Regardless of what we believe of them, they will celebrate themselves and their connection.” She turns to Penelope, a thought sparking behind her eyes. “Is there anything that happened on this date in Chad?”

“Oh, you are good, Emily Prentiss.” Penelope types for a moment and you lean forward, watching her work. “But this news is not. Yes, there were multiple explosions on this date in '08.” 

Aaron speaks from beside you. He’s a little closer than you thought, and it startles you a little. 

In fairness, you’re still jumpy from the explosion. 

“Where were the most casualties?” 

“At a church-- no, no, a train. Yep.” 

Morgan squints at the photos of the hulled-out building. “Semtex and C-4?”

Penelope nods while Aaron turns toward Strauss. “Are trains still arriving at Union Station?”

“Yes, but only the authorities are allowed in.” There’s a moment where she almost looks panicked, but collects herself as the rest of you gear up to leave. 

Emily exhales down her nose. “That’s why they needed Will.” 

+++

Aaron drives impossibly fast through the district. You sit in the back seat with Emily, holding onto the handles above the door for dear life. 

You’ve never flashed your badge so many times in such a short period. Aaron tucked his badge into a strap of his vest, just to save time, but still has his credentials locked between his fingers as he drives. If you didn’t trust him so much, it would freak you out a little.  

+++

The comm in your ear crackles as Emily speaks. “I found Will.” 

“Is he mobile?” Aaron’s voice comes both from beside you and your comm - it’s a little disorienting, but you push through. 

“Negative. He's got 6 transmitters on him and this whole place is gonna blow.”

There’s hardly a hesitation in Aaron’s steps as he processes the information. “All right, where are you? I'm on my way.” 

He’d like to think he’s made of steel. 

Sometimes he is. 

“No,” Emily asserts. “You gotta get everyone out. Is the bomb squad here yet?” 

“They're 3 minutes away.” 

“Copy.” She sounds a little disappointed, or maybe frustrated, but doesn’t say anything else.

He turns back to you, holding you by the shoulders. “I want you leading evacuation. Get out of here.” 

Tears prick at your eyes and honestly, this is the first moment you’ve really been afraid. Existentially afraid. Afraid of walking out of this train station and leaving Aaron and Emily and Will to blow up. “I’ll see you later?” 

“Yep. Go.” He tries to push you away, but you resist. 

“Promise?” 

His brown eyes soften as his mouth presses into a thin line. “Can’t. I love you. Get outta here.” 

You bounce on your toes for a second, acutely aware you’re wasting valuable time, before yanking him forward to kiss his cheek before you sprint away from him, shouting instructions to the panicked crowd as you go. 

+++

You catch up with Derek, racing to catch your suspect. He corners him in an alley but can’t quite overpower him. You reach for your sidearm, but by the time you take aim, Downs is already on the ground, a gunshot ringing through the air. 

Startled, you turn over your shoulder to find Aaron still staring down the sight of his Glock. 

Could take an eye out, with that thing.

You sigh and holster your weapon. Derek looks plenty dazed and you don’t blame him. It’s not often he’s on the receiving end of a near-miss in close combat. He looks over your shoulder and you can see something pass between him and Aaron. 

Maybe one day, Derek will know how much Aaron loves and respects him. 

You watch Derek shake it off and stumble as he attempts to rise to his feet. 

Today is not that day. 

Coming to your senses, you trot forward and help him to his feet, brushing wayward asphalt off of him. You turn back to Aaron. “Everything alright?” 

He ignores you, pressing the mic at his chest as he begins to run back toward the station. “Prentiss, what’s your status?”

+++

Seeing Will and Emily leave the building in one piece is a relief. You meet Aaron’s gaze and his eyes are exhausted. The gears in his head still whir. He’s still in game-mode, and it’s a good thing. 

With the logistical nightmare of two bomb threats in one day, there’s a lot of work ahead of you. 

+++

You swing back and forth in your desk chair, brain completely numb from the paperwork. It’s been a long day, and you’ve been up since three this morning, what with your flight back from California. You’re certain you’ve had longer days than this one, but you’re approaching twenty-one hours without sleep and it feels worse than you remember. 

What were we planning to do today?

A bike ride and museum day with Jack seems impossibly long ago. Last week, maybe.

Derek and Emily sit on their desks, attempting to keep a conversation going without much luck. 

They were house-hunting this morning. 

Penelope slowly descends the stairs as Spencer turns in his seat. “The convention’s still happening tomorrow if you want to go.” 

They were at a convention this morning. 

Everyone had lives this morning. Weird.

She makes an uncertain noise. “That whole city-on-the-brink-of-destruction thing kinda took the wind out of my sails, you know?” 

You look up at her as she takes her place beside Spencer. “It’ll get you every time.” 

“You gotta watch out for that,” Emily adds. It makes you smile a little. 

Derek looks a little less amused, reminding Emily they’ll have to finish the inspection another time. Between Spencer and Penelope, Emily cops to a crack in the foundation of her almost-home. 

“That does not sound good,” Penelope says. You can’t help but agree. 

There’s a weird look on Derek’s face, but you ignore it in favor of Strauss’s descent on the stairs. 

“Our unsub,” she says, “is Izzy Rogers. She'll be charged with multiple counts domestically, and our international counterparts will have their turn with her. She will never see the light of day.” A little smile graces her lips. 

You realize with the tiniest of laughs (really - it’s a one on the Aaron Hotchner scale of laugher, which means it’s hardly noticeable to the naked eye) that you don’t hate her or even dislike her as much as you used to. Maybe, you even want her around. 

Don’t push it.  

“I just thought you'd like to know that.” 

The five of you murmur something that sounds like, “Thank you, ma’am.” 

She pulls Derek, probably to kick his ass for something or another and send herself back on your shit list. 

That’s a problem for another time. 

You take Izzy Rogers’s file from Emily, looking over an impressive rap sheet. You’re happy for a few things. 

The first - that Aaron’s not a federal prosecutor anymore. This’ll be a case for the ages. 

The second - you’ll never have to think about her again. 

The third - you’re not sure. You’re sleep-deprived. It’ll come to you. 

She cost me my precious eight hours and I’ll never forgive her. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Aaron leave his office. You set the file down and look up at him, halfway-hoping for once he’ll tell you to go home without him. 

“Dave wants to know if everyone is free tomorrow night.” 

Without any inflection at all, you reply. “We better not be doing anything tomorrow night.” 

“Well,” Derek says, interrupting Emily’s snort. “If he’s buying, then I’m definitely in.” 

Emily, Spencer, and Penelope jump onto Derek’s conditional acceptance and a rare smile pulls at Aaron’s face, his dimples on full display. 

“Hear that? We’re in.” 

+++

When you get home, Aaron all-but carries you to bed. With the tenderest of hands, he removes your shoes and socks, unbuttons your pants, slides them down your legs, and throws them in the laundry basket. 

You’re practically wilting where you sit, feeling more and more like a sleepy toddler by the minute. 

Aaron unbuttons your shirt and slips it off your shoulders, kissing each cheek in turn. “I’ll start a shower.” 

You move to protest, but he strips and that mostly shuts you up. He starts the water before he returns to your side.

“I just want to sleep, Aar. Please.” 

“Baby,” he says, a fond little pleading note in his tone. “We just changed the sheets. Do you really want to get semtex all over them?” 

With a huff - “No.” 

He smiles and helps you to your feet. “Didn’t think so.” 

You’re so tired, it doesn't even cross your mind to take advantage of the shared shower or his lack of clothes. By the time he dries you off, tucks you in, and locks the bedroom door to ward off the over-eager six-year-old down the hall, you’re asleep. 

His own exhaustion pulling at him, he doesn’t have the time or energy to cherish how peaceful, safe, and warm you look. He just draws you close to him until he can feel your heartbeat. 

Sleep takes him rapidly after that. 

+++

As Will and JJ exchange their vows, you tuck further into Aaron’s arms. His whisper floats past your ear, barely audible. “Wanna do that sometime?”

“What? Get married?” Your voice is just as quiet. 

“Mhmm.”

“Only if it’s you.”

There’s a kiss pressed to your temple with a smile behind it. “I think I can make that happen.”

You turn your head to the side to keep your snark from carrying. “Please don’t propose to me right now. This weekend’s been long enough.”

Derek kicks the side of your foot from where he stands beside you, unable to hear the conversation but knowing you both well enough to keep you from tumbling down the rabbit hole of distraction. 

Aaron presses another kiss to your temple. “I love you.” You feel it rather than hear it.

You pick up one of his hands and kiss the back of it. You don’t need to say anything. 

+++

Aaron holds you close as you dance together, surrounded by your family. JJ and Will sway back and forth nearby, wrapped entirely in each other. Erin and Dave have been surprisingly brave, dancing and laughing quietly together throughout the evening. 

As nice as it was to just have something for the two of you, sharing your love with your family has its own set of perks. You don’t have to hide anymore or justify your pigheaded protection of the other. 

You can just… be. 

+++

Eventually, Dave calls all the “...fortunately unmarried individuals to the dance floor,” and refuses to let anyone slip through the cracks. 

When Aaron hangs back, drink in-hand and a little smile on his face, Dave calls him out. “Divorcés and widowers, too, c’mon.” He pauses, finding another tactic when Aaron doesn’t move. “If you’re both, you get extra points!” 

Aaron rolls his eyes and you look around, finding an inappropriate amount of humor in JJ’s confused relatives. You can’t help but bark a loud laugh when you see how hard Derek’s trying to keep his mirth at bay.

Too soon for the dead wife jokes? He seems to ask. Can I laugh? 

Something in your eyes gives him tacit permission and he nearly blinds you with his smile. 

When Dave’s tricks fall short, you do your best to pull Aaron from the sideline with your best set of bedroom eyes. He courageously resists, so you give up and settle next to Anderson. “What do you think Dave’s come up with, this time?” 

“God only knows.” 

Anderson, like the rest of you, knows that Dave’s hosting abilities know no bounds. 

“Because so many of you are joyfully unmarried, the newlyweds wanted to make sure there was someone else to suffer the slings and arrows of matrimony with them in the near future. Thus,” he opens his arm to JJ, who appears with her bouquet and a smile, “the bouquet toss will be an equal-opportunity event.” 

With a laugh and a shake of your head, you prepare to duck out of the way. 

You look over at Aaron. This is ridiculous. 

He only shakes his head, hiding his smile behind his drink. And yet…

He leaves the rest of the implication unsaid, but you flip him off for good measure. Your exchange must have taken longer than you thought because before you know it, you have a face full of white roses. It’s over. 

You pull the flowers from your face and level JJ with a glare across the dance floor. “Really?” 

She raises her eyebrows and shrugs. “I turned my back and everything.” 

There are whoops and hollers from your team and you can only roll your eyes. Derek and Will strong-arm Aaron onto the dance floor (you know he let them - if he really wanted to avoid you, they wouldn’t be able to move him an inch), where you’re both cajoled into a kiss and a photo. Penelope’s on the other side of the camera, grinning from ear to ear. 

She waves at Aaron over the camera. “Smile for real, damn you!” 

She amends, adding, “Sir,” for good measure. It has its intended effect and she’s rewarded with a rare, bright laugh from her unit chief. 

Absurd traditions aside, you’d be lying if said you stopped smiling even once. 

+++

As the party settles, some couples stay out on the dance floor, sedately twirling and swaying to the music that continues to play across the yard. 

You and Aaron have relaxed significantly since the Great Bouquet Debacle, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. You’re sitting across his lap, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, with one of his arms wrapped around your middle and the other draped over your knees - the picture of relaxation. 

Penelope, Derek, Emily, and Will have taken up residence on the other side of the dance floor, their heads close together and voices low.

Aaron’s eyes slide over them as he watches the room, scanning out of habit. “What do you think they’re talking about?”

You lean further into him as four pairs of eyes flicker over to you before returning to their huddle. “Us, probably.” 

He hums, understanding and pensive. “Probably our sex life, right?” 

“Probably,” you sigh, playing at boredom. He covers your hand with one of his and you play with his fingers - lacing, unlacing, kissing his knuckles. 

It’s nice to feel safe, comfortable enough to love each other where curious eyes can see you. 

You can feel his smile against your forehead as he presses a kiss between your brows.  

“I mean,” you continue, “there is a lot to talk about.”

He shrugs, adjusting his arm where it lays across your legs to keep you both comfortable in the seat you share. “That’s true enough. Though, I can’t imagine any of their projections being right.”

+++

“I bet they’re into like…tantric sex. Like hours and hours and hours you know?” Penelope says, conspiracy the top note in her tone. 

Derek looks at her and she backtracks, only a little on the defensive. 

“What? Spencer’s talked to me about it before and I...read.” 

He rolls his eyes, but Emily spares Penelope from any further interrogation. 

“I could see that.” She watches the way your fingers wander over Aaron’s bare forearm, playing with the ridges of his watch, the way his thumb absent-mindedly draws small circles on your outer thigh. “Yeah, actually I think that’s exactly what happens.”

+++

“What do you think they’ve got so far?” 

He plays at boredom. “They’re probably trying to take a guess at anything they can reach - with both of our profiles in Derek’s pocket, he’s going to have the most luck, I think.” 

“Really?” You ask. “Not Emily?” 

He snorts. “No. She has her mind on other things.” 

That holds you up for a second, and you’re not sure if he’s still playing into the bit. “Wait, what do you mean?” 

He shakes his head. “I’ll tell you later.” 

“She’s resigning, isn’t she?” You give up the fun and lay your head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. 

Without thinking, his hand rises to your cheek, affectionately brushing over your cheekbone before dropping back down. “She might be.” 

“Did she do that thing where she sighs really big and then looks off to the upper right middle distance?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Shit.” 

You’re both quiet for a moment, just enjoying the low lull of the music and the lights and the sights and smiles of your family. 

“Hey.” 

You lean back a little and meet Aaron’s eyes. “Yeah?” 

“What’s my tell?” 

The concern drops out of your face all at once. “You think I’m gonna spill just like that so you can go and change it on me? Not a chance.” 

He sighs and his chin tips up in defeat. “So I have one?” 

“Of course you do, stupid.” You flick his chest and a laugh rumbles through him. “Everyone does. You know mine, I know yours. You’re gonna have to get over it.” 

“So you’ve caught me in lies before?” He asks, not without humor. 

“Duh. I’m pretty sure I’ve caught every lie you’ve ever told, but you seemed so proud of yourself that I just let you have it.” 

You can almost feel the eye roll. “Really?” He sounds skeptical. “Name one lie you’ve caught me in.” 

“Alright.” You count off on your fingers. “You dinged my car door a couple of weeks ago, you definitely didn’t drop the bags at Goodwill, you do know it wasn’t Jack who finished the ice cream in the freezer, you -” 

“Okay.” He covers your hands with his and kisses your fingers. “That’s enough. I get it.” 

You kiss his cheek. “I’m sure you’ve caught me in every single lie I’ve ever told, too, huh?” 

“Only every once since the day we met. Yours is obvious.” 

It’s a trap. You don’t take it. “Hmm. That’s convenient.” 

“Isn’t it?” 

You lean back to look at him. “You’re a shit, you know that?” 

He nods and raises his eyebrows, a cheeky, close-mouthed smile slowly creeping across his face. 

You playfully smack his chest with the back of your hand. “Fucker.” 

He says something under his breath and you level him with a look that has him repeating himself. 

“I said, you wish.” 

You roll your eyes and tuck back into his neck, kissing the skin above his collar. You can feel him shiver and you know you’ve got him. “Not just wish, honey. Know.” 

+++

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[cole-grey-writes]

Brown Hair Braided

Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Timeline: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Character(s): Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Pairing(s): Stucky x Male Reader

Warning(s): tooth rotting fluff

Request: Hi king!! Your writing is amazing! I’d love to request a cuddly stucky x boyfriend reader. Bonus points for extra snuggly long haired Bucky and Steve and the reader playing with his hair.

A/n: WOW so sorry this took me a while to get up. I was busy with online classes and homework, all that shit. and if anyone is interested to know, i finished applying to my first college (yeah cutting it suuuper short but fuck im a procrastinator). I really hope you enjoy this fic. Keep sending in your requests, i really like writing for you guys!

You sit at the desk that sits in your bedroom, doing some last minute paperwork before the weekend. You’re startled from your focus and analytical thoughts when you get a frantic text from one of your boyfriends, Steve. You smile.

It's been a couple years since you had started going out with Steve but it still feels like you two were in the honeymoon phase. Steve brings a smile to your face at even the slightest mention of him. Although, you’re a little confused as to why Steve didn’t just call you. It’s what he usually prefers to converse with you while you are away from each other, Steve having told you it had something to do with liking to hear your voice. You chose not to dig further to spare Steve’s already tomato red face from exploding.

You turn away from your computer and small stack of papers, picking up your phone just as the screen lights up with another text.

Steve [5:23 p.m.]    Y/N Y/N Y/N

Steve [5:23 p.m.]    HEY

Steve [5:24 p.m.]    ANSWER

You snort, wondering what Steve seems so excited about.

You [5:24 p.m.]    what

Steve [5:23 p.m.]    BUCK IS COMING HOME

You’re immediately sitting up straight, smile spreading even wider. You now understand why Steve had chosen to text you, probably embarrassed to start loudly squealing over their boyfriend coming home while in his place of work.

Bucky was your other boyfriend, something you wouldn’t have believed if you were to bring it up with your past self. This is mostly due to the almost palpable tension between the two of you when you and Bucky officially met about a year prior.

You, Steve, Sam, and occasionally Natasha, had been trailing after Bucky all over Europe for a few months. Bucky must have been slowly rebuilding himself during that time because he had suddenly stopped running right before you were going to hit the four (4) month mark.

You didn’t understand where all the awkwardness had been coming from. For all you knew, you were just looking for Steve’s childhood best friend, one of the only people to still remain from Steve’s old life. That was, until Sam and Natasha started making offhand comments about how deep Steve and Bucky’s friendship seemed to run (you honestly didn’t and don’t blame either of them for the new wave of insecurities that flooded your mind, you and Steve having agreed to keep the relationship, which you started only a few weeks before the reveal of HYDRA’s secret operations inside SHIELD, you started a secret until you two became more comfortable).

Everything made sense after that. It was understandable that you and Bucky had a fragile relationship in the beginning. And it really was only in the beginning. It didn’t take long before you and Bucky started bonding over your shared love for Steve and it didn’t take long after that before something started forming between the three of.

You [5:25 p.m.]    !!!!!

You [5:26 p.m.]    OMG

You [5:26 p.m.]    REALLY?!?

Steve [5:26 p.m.]    YES!

Steve [5:26 p.m.]    we need to hurry he’s on the way home rn

You [5:26 p.m.]    oH UM

You [5:27 p.m.]    i’m home rn

You [5:27 p.m.]    i can set up everything here

Steve [5:27 p.m.]    good!!

Steve [5:27 p.m.]    i can get dinner and dessert on my way home

You [5:27 p.m.]    perfect

Steve [5:28 p.m.]    ok 123 brEAK

You snort at Steve’s comedic antics as you push yourself away from your desk and away from your work. You know that you'll have to finish those at some point before monday. You’ll most likely be doing it late sunday night due to the fact that you’re going to be completely preoccupied with your boyfriends all weekend because it's been a few weeks since all three of you have been together.

This is obviously due to your hectic work schedules, Steve stuck with what was left of SHIELD, unofficially of course, doing top secret secret agent missions. Bucky had joined him in that soon after he was cleared for it. You, on the other hand, have a very typical and boring office job, a job that has become very demanding as of late with your boss giving out extra paperwork around your floor.

But, you don’t have to worry about that at the moment, you remind yourself. That thought spurs you into moving around your apartment, an apartment that you’ve been sharing with your boyfriends for a couple of months now. You note this fact with a small surge of glee inside your head as you rush to your closet where you keep all your blankets at.

You pull out the blankets you have, which is quite a lot, a fact you’re slightly embarrassed to admit. You’ve accumulated a bunch of them throughout your entire life, some as gifts from your friends and family and others from your lack of self control during the fall and winter time of the blatant holiday themes are anything to go by. You’re pretty sure your old baby blankets are boxed up somewhere, likely under your bed.

You pile the load of blankets high in your arms, so much so that you can’t see where you’re going if you don’t walk sideways as you make your way towards the living room. The living room where everything is going to happen.

Dropping the mountain of blankets on the couch unceremoniously, you immediately start to arrange them all around the couch. You bunch and ball the blankets around the back of the couch, trying to form a cocoon out of them so that you, Steve, and Bucky can remain warm no matter where or how any of you sit while you watch movie after movie throughout the rest of the night.

Which reminds you, it’s not possible to have a movie night without any movies.

turning to the small movie rack that sits next to the TV, you waste no time at all in picking out any movies that catch your eye which are quite a few movies, a good number of which are Steve and Bucky’s favorites. You set the, rather large, stack of movies next to the couch blanket fort so they’re out and ready to pick through whenever.

You’re left with a small clean up after that. You clear off the coffee table for when Steve gets home with the food, picking up leftover coffee mugs (courtesy of Steve) and rinsing them before sticking them in the dishwasher for you to deal with later. Then, you move the books lying around the living room to the miniature bookshelf in your bedroom before gathering all the drawing paper and well used pencils (also courtesy of Steve) and placing those on the left bedside table, the side Steve likes to sleep on when he’s not in the middle.

You wander around the apartment after that, looking for anything else to clean while you wait for Steve to arrive. It takes less time than you think it should have, which is surprising, so surprising that you almost think someone is politely breaking in when you hear the sound of the door clicking open and closed.

You head out of your bedroom where you were perusing a book, something you could distract yourself with, when you heard. You walk into the kitchen to see Steve already unpacking the food, clearly having rushed home.

You’re not able to hold back your smile upon seeing your boyfriend for the first time in weeks. “Need any help?” you wonder, your appearance catching Steve’s attention. He turns towards you, it being quite obvious that Steve is as excited to see you as you are to see him if the wide smile that spreads across his face in seconds is anything to go by.

Steve pauses in his unpacking to lean towards as you approach him swiftly, so he can pull you into a warm kiss. You and Steve feel each other smile during the kiss, making you two smile even harder. “Help would be great,” Steve tells you after you separate. He resumes unpacking the food from the plastic bag it was put into.

You identify the logo on the bag now that you’re so close and it’s clear that the food is from Bucky’s favorite burger place. You take note of the food as you help Steve set everything out on the counter. There’s three (3) different to-go boxes, no doubt filled with favorite menu items. You also spot three (3) medium sized milkshakes sitting in the cup container.

“Dessert?”

“It’s in the fridge,” Steve informs you.

Making a sound of interest and curiosity, you ask, “What is it?”

Steve smirks and raises his eyebrows. “Went to the store and got one of those ice cream cakes Buck likes.”

“Well,” you start, “that will certainly be a nice treat for later.”

You and Steve share a smile as you both grab the food and milkshakes so you can bring it to the living room. The living room where you plan to have dinner and a show with your two wonderful super-soldier boyfriends.

Afterwards, you and Steve resign yourselves to standing around the kitchen, catching up on the last few weeks. You and Steve are ready to happily greet Bucky once the time comes that he opens the door.

It feels like time drags on and on while you two are waiting so you’re very much thankful when you finally hear the turning of the doorknob. You and Steve separate from where you had been wrapped around each other, turning and shouting Bucky’s name in excitement. Just as he walks through the door, Bucky is all bashful as soon as he sees his two boyfriends greet him with spread arms and wide smiles.

You look him up and down for the first time in quite awhile, Bucky just as gorgeous as he always was. He clearly showered and changed beforehand if the damp hair and sweatpants are anything to go by.

Bucky drops the gym bag, obviously filled with his dirty and possibly damaged suit, on the floor. He stretches his arms out, resting each hand on the back of your and Steve’s necks so he can pull you both in close to give each of you a kiss on the lips.

“Welcome home.”

“Welcome home indeed,” Bucky rumbles back, a heart-eye look sweeping across his face. You’re one of the two people on earth that gets to receive that look, not that you mean to brag or anything.

“I’ll take your bag and put it in our room,” Steve tells Bucky. Bucky thanks him before he pulls Steve into another kiss. It’s something you feel there’s going to be a lot of for the rest of the evening, which you look forward to.

Steve takes Bucky’s gym bag from him before walking off so he can do exactly as he said, leaving you and your other boyfriend by yourselves in the kitchen. Once Steve is out of reach, you feel Bucky’s hand move from the back of your neck to your waist, which allows him to pull you in close. He presses you against his chest so he can engage in a deep reunion kiss. It’s been a long time since you’ve last felt his lips against yours which is why you allow yourself to indulge.

You have to force yourself to take a step back. “Not that I'm not enjoying this, because I 100 percent am, but…” you trail off as you take Bucky’s hand in yours, ”we should go to the living room for your first surprise.”

“First surprise?” Bucky’s tone lilts in clear interest, eyebrows raising. It’s almost as if he’s joking but you’re able to tell that Bucky’s genuinely looking forward to what you and Steve have prepared for him.

“We haven’t seen each other properly in weeks. There’s a lot to catch up on.”

“Well, I am definitely looking forward to it. Lead the way, doll,” Bucky instructs you, causing you to chuckle before you turn away from him in order for him to lead him into the living room.

You present the done up living room with wide open arms and an enthusiastic ‘ta-da’ and it seems that if Bucky’s smile could get bigger, it probably would. He surveys your and Steve’s work before he turns back towards you and also Steve, who has just rejoined you and Bucky. “What do you think, Buck?”

“You know what I think, Stevie baby,” Bucky tells him, grabbing one of each of your and Steve’s hands. “I absolutely love it.”

Changing the subject a little, you say, “Well, pick a seat because none of us are moving for anything other than changing the movie and getting dessert.”

Bucky hums, his voice lifting up high at the end. “Dessert, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve dismisses before his boyfriend could get any ideas. “You have to finish your dinner first.”

Bucky nods eagerly, not in any way bothered by being withheld dessert, before he takes his seat in the middle of the couch. He clearly wants to have his boyfriends cuddled up on either side of him.

“So, what do you want to watch first?” you question while you scoot the pile of movies closer to Bucky, who doesn’t take any time at all to begin picking out the movie he wants. And as it turns out, it’s a horror movie called The Apparition.

While he takes it from the pile, Bucky comments, “Been awhile since I’ve seen one fo these.”

“Horror movie, huh?” Steve jokes. “Trying to be our knight in shining armor while we cower behind you in fear?” you laugh alongside your boyfriends.

You settle back on the couch once you’ve taken the movie from Bucky and put it in the DVD player, which begins to play shortly after. You and your boyfriends snuggle into each other’s sides, feet pulled close to your bodies as you all munch on your food.

Well, it’s more like Steve and Bucky are eating their food. At the moment, you were less interested in your food and more interested in Bucky. Your boyfriend was distracting in general, both of them were. But it’s the smooth brown waves of Bucky’s hair that’s distracting you specifically. It looks so soft, especially so after Bucky’s washed it, and you just want to run your fingers through it, play with it for hours.

Your eyes wander down to your wrist as you continue to think about your boyfriend’s long hair, eyes catching on the little black band around your wrist. It’s a hair tie, one that you and Steve always have wrapped around your wrists for this precise reason. For tying up Bucky’s hair when he needs or wants to. It’s a habit to keep hair ties on your person constantly, originating right around the time Bucky was cleared to go on missions. He had decided that he wanted to keep his hair long, at least for the time being, so as the length of Bucky’s hair grew larger so did the need for hair ties at any given time.

You glance between Bucky’s hair and the hair tie, your self control wearing thin. After only a few seconds, you’re not able to help yourself from reaching your hand out to your boyfriend’s beautiful brown hair. You weave your fingers through a few strands is all it takes for your desire to skyrocket.

Tangling both of your hands to Bucky’s hair, you feel him pause in his eating but you pay it no mind as you begin to languidly braid his hair. It’s not long before another pair of hands join yours. Looking over, you spot a giddy Steve on the other side of Bucky. It appears as if your thoughts have rubbed off on him because he grabs the other half of Bucky’s hair so he can braid it alongside you.

Bucky chuckles, clearly amused. “You two are ridiculous.” Although, you wonder if Bucky can really blame you.

“Your hair is really beautiful, though,” Steve adds. Bucky doesn’t say anything in response, not that it matters. The blush that highlights his cheeks for the next five minutes is telling enough.

You and Steve share knowing looks as you both continue to braid your boyfriend’s hair, permanent smiles stretching across your faces.

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[gloomzombie]

Cuddles & Blanket Forts(G.W)

summary: going over to gerard's house and building a blanket fort.

reader: gender neutral

word count: 1080

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"hey,did you do the math homework?" I heard a voice whisper beside me. i turn to look at him. "yes,did you forget to do it again?" I whispered back,rolling my eyes at my best friend's forgetfulness.

"yeahhhh," Gerard replied,looking down at his desk in slight embarassment. i chuckled. "its okay. here," i took out the sheet of paper i had did the homework on and gave it to him for him to look at.

"thanks Y/N," Gerard began to scribble the answers on his paper. i giggled and started on the drawing i was doing for art class. it was english and i already knew everything she was teaching.

it was only the third week of school and we were just starting off on reviewing things we learn in like 3rd grade. y'know like nouns,pronouns,adjectives,etc.

the art project we had to do was simple since it was only the third week. we had to draw a self portrait in any style. i got out my colored pencils and fountain pen. fountain pens were great for outlining.

i outlined it and once i began coloring in my hair i felt a tap on my shoulder. "what is it this time Gee?" I asked,already knowing it was him. "youre really great at drawing." i looked up at him and he smiled.

i smiled back. "thank you." "oh and here's your math homework back," he said, handing me the sheet of paper back. i nod and put it away.

~~~

I put my books into my locker before shutting it. once i turned to leave i was greeted with Gerards smiling face. i jumped a bit. "Jesus. dont scare me like that." he giggled. "sorry. i was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place today."

"do you even have to ask?" i smiled at him,adjusting my backpack straps. "ok then,lemme go get Mikey. you can wait at my car" he replied.

i nodded and went out the school doors. i immediately spot Gerards subaru and walk over to it,leaning against it. i took out my pack of cigarettes and took one out.

i took my lighter out,putting the cig between my lip before lighting it. i waited a few minutes smoking there and soon enough, Gerard came out with Mikey.

Mikey was in a lower grade than Gerard and I so he was all the way at around the back of the building. they walked up to me. "ready to go?" Gerard asked and i nod,letting the cig fall before stomping it out.

Mikey got insisted on riding in the back. he always did when someone else was riding with them. Gerard opened the passenger door for me. "such a gentleman" i rolled my eyes with a smile,getting in.

the ride to his place was silent either than the radio playing. it wasnt an awkward silence though,rather much a comfortable one.

once we got there we all got out,we went inside. "im gonna go to my room," Mikey said after he got a bag of chips from the pantry.

"kay!" Gerard replied. "wanna chill here or my room?" he asked me while grabbing a few bags of chips and some sodas. "your room would be okay," i reply.

he handed me one of the bags of chips . "aight" he lead the way downstairs to his room and kicked the door open lightly.

he dropped the bags onto the bed and put the sodas down onto the nightstand. i sat down on his bed. "no star wars sheets?" i asked with a smirk.

"nah. they needed washing," he replied with a smile. "soo what do you wanna do?" i asked,opening one of the bags of chips.

he shrugged. "im gonna start on my homework first then we could watch a movie or something." i nodded in return,"kay. ill also do my homework."

so we did our homework and worked a little more on our self portraits for art. afterwards,he got up and put on some horror film. i didnt know which one since I haven't watched it before but oh well.

after about an hour into the movie he poked me. "what?" i asked. "wanna make a blanket fort?" he smirked.

i rolled my eyes. "you're a child. but,okayy" i replied. so we got together some blankets n pillows. i helped him bring down a chair from the kitchen and we finished up on it right when the movie ended.

"nice," Gerard started. i nodded. it looked pretty cool. we took the snacks and put it in the fort along with the drinks. he put on another movie. it was the mist by stephen king,one of my favorites by him.

we both got in the fort and we only realized what little space there was when we got in. it was no big deal to me,though I couldn't help the blush that rose to my cheeks as he cuddled closer to me.

we've slept in the same bed together before but we weren't this close. i liked being close to him but it made butterflies swarm in my stomach.

i noticed that Gerard had a slight blush grazing his cheeks as well. i smiled and looked at the tv,eating a few chips.

once that movie ended,i yawned and checked the time. we both got out and i grabbed some clothes i left here from last time i slept over and took them into the bathroom.

i brushed my teeth while i was in there and texted my mom,letting her know where i was. she always was okay with me spending the night at his place since her and Gerards mom are friends.

once i walked out, Gerard had his pajamas on and was in the fort. i smiled a little at the thought that we might cuddle tonight and climb into the fort beside him and lied down.

he pulled the covers over us. my heart was beating fastly. i couldn't help it,being this close to the person i have a crush on. i felt myself being pulled closer to him and my blush comes back but redder.

i look up at him and he smiled at me. he kept his arms wrapped around me as i nuzzled into his chest. i smile as i hear how his heart beats just as fast as mine.

[jjkyaoi]

Well now the exile arc thoughts are makin me sad so I’m currently ignoring it in favor of c!Wilbur and Tommy fluff and I’ve decided to share this brainrot with you because I’m just that amazing 😎 /j (I may or may not just be using ur exile arc post as an excuse to talk about this fluff but that’s my business)

More specifically, tommy being a tiny lil child, and Wilbur like roleplay w him in those fun childish ways and techno sometimes getting involved to play the great wise master or the evil tyrant to defeat

And they do shit like take all the couch cushions and pillows and lays them around the floor to play the floor is lava

Techno and tommy are fake fighting using sticks or brooms

Phil’s a little pissed at the mess but he lets it slide because the kids are having fun

Tommy gets Tubbo to join him eventually because they are childhood friends fight me, and Tubbo’s put as the damsel in distress to save (but yknow platonically) but he decideds to be an evil princess and join techno the evil dragon pig with a mustache and a bad British accents because Tubbo does what he wants and this story deserves a plot twist

Tommy wears a giant blanket tied around his shoulders as a cape and it drags everywhere and serveral ‘fight’ scenes are messed up because tommy faceplants from tripping on the blanket but it’s his big man cape so he keeps it

They all take turns being the villain and they’re all so different. Techno’s always a villain in some sort of leader role like king or president cuz ya gotta spread anarchy lifestyle wherever u are. Wilbur is the most cartoony villain all the time, he gets dr doofensmirtz backstories, man bout to drop a piano on a flower shop because a bee stung him there when he was 2, gotta love it. Tommy is just the silly villain, who wants to take over the world to ban school or make desert every meal cuz it just fits him. Tubbo, despite being 5 or sumthin, is like an actual villain who’s story is trying to fake nuke The White House in order to start world war three, again tubbo is the evil princess and does what he wants

And they turn each of their rooms into badass blanket forts that stay up for weeks because tommy and Tubbo think they’re cool and kids gets what dey want

This is out of nowhere but this brainrot is making me :D so I have decided to share it

THIS IS THE SOFTEST THING IVE EVER SEEN THANK YOU IM GONNA HMSMWMWMSMHMM IM GONNA CRY I LOVE THEM

[descendantofthesparrow]

Interlude - Rewrite POYW - Part 6 - new buildings and snowball fights

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-Six months later(February 2017)-

Diego stood in front of a work in progress building that was supposedly being turned into a shelter for vks that needed a warm place to stay and regular meals that they couldn't get on their own. His eyes drifted to the yet-to-be-hanged sign next to the open door where workers inside built the kitchens and bathrooms.

‘Carlos’ House - A safe place for lost kids - Auradon department of the isle’

Around a month ago King Ben and his councilor; Evie, had announced an on-Isle shelter for anyone that needed it, with two sections of the building, one for adults and one for minors. Fully furnished with fresh food, a handful of bedrooms that could house up to 10 people, multiple bathrooms, two full kitchens, and two snack kitchens, and isle hired guards and caretakers that would be screened and recruited by Harriet's crew.

Some of the building was finished so several homeless or starving VK’s had already moved into the empty rooms. Some of Harriet's crew had taken charge of guarding the building, keeping an eye on the Auradon workers to keep the younger kids safe while also keeping anyone dangerous out.

Diego felt a hint of pride looking at the sign, his little cousin, someone many thought would never amount to anything more than a slave for his mother, was now in Auradon, inventing and creating in Auradon and establishing a shelter for his fellow vks still on the isle.

Diego brushed his thumb over the walkie talkie in his hand, Carlos has sent it to him with one of the workers, something about Diego being an ear on the inside to keep track of things the isle needed and to help spread any news about more vks coming off the isle at some point.

Diego pocketed the device and turned on his heel, walking back to his apartment through the market, eyes drifting over the new posters detailing the upcoming -yet to be scheduled- VK day, where six VKs would be chosen and head to Auradon. It was a good year from now, the so-called CPS that would be ‘in charge’ of the new vks would apparently take the longest and both that and the Auradon shelter had been required for Ben to get the council to approve the new transfer plan.

Diego pushed open the gate to his apartment building and hurried inside, night was falling and even after everything king Ben had implemented onto the isle it still wasn’t safe to be out at this time. Diego walked into his apartment and locked the door behind him, tossing his keys and the walkie-talkie onto his couch.

He sighed and walked into his room, flopping against his bed and buried his face in his pillows. Just two days ago, the rotten four, as they used to be called on the isle before they left, had visited the isle to see how everything was going. And he had seen Carlos, no longer the short and scarily skinny tween, but an almost fully grown young man. Carlos had only been in Auradon for just a little more than a year but he was thriving, he was stronger, taller, and much more confident than he was before.

And Diego couldn’t help but be a little proud. When Carlos had seen Diego, he had rushed over, whispering to him as if it was a secret he was about to tell.

‘when the applications are sent here, fill one out, you’ll be my pick’ Diego pushed down the smile on his lips at the memory, it was nice to know that Carlos hadn’t forgotten him.

So maybe in a year, he would be joining Carlos in Auradon, both finally away from Carlos’ insane mother.

-

Evie overlooked the file that Yen Sid had pulled out for the young daughter of Dr.Facilier, Celia. Dizzy had requested from all of them that Celia be one of the next off, saying that she had promised her friend that she would get Celia off the isle as soon as she could.

And Evie had told Dizzy she would do her best. But unfortunately, it would be up to the council for Celia to be approved, and Evie hoped that Celia wouldn't try to be smart on her application. But again, the applications wouldn’t be sent for a good two years from now, so Auradon and the isle had a long time to wait until they could celebrate ‘vk day’ which was Doug's idea, he had said that the vks still on the isle deserved a day for themselves for waiting so long, and the vks in Auradon agreed, eight months was too long for Harriet and the others, two and a half was overdoing it.

It just sucked that Ben had no choice but to go with the council's requests, and it would be 2019 at least before they got the next round off. It was only thanks to Ben and (y/n) that the vks still on the isle knew that they in Auradon weren't abandoning them.

There was a new shelter being built in the name of Carlos’ for any kids or adults that needed a warm place to sleep, it also served as a place to keep track of the kids that took and turned in applications when the time came. Dizzy, around a week ago, had brought up the idea of possibly letting the older adults apply for Auradon as well, as some of them were long since reformed before the isle. (y/n) had said that Dizzy meant her aunt Anastasia, and told them about the baker and the alternate timeline sequels of Cinderella’s stories.

Which had confused the hell outta them but…considering (y/n) was from a world where they were all characters and had actors, they couldn’t argue with her about it.

Evie sighed and set down Celia's file, standing and stretching to get the tightness out of her muscles from sitting at the table for so long. She grabbed her jacket and shrugged it on, it was mid-February in Auradon so while the deep winter had passed it was still snowing and cold as hell outside.

Evie walked out of her room and made her way outside, smiling as she saw Dizzy, the Smee twins, Sammy, CJ, Harriet, and the rest of the vks (other than Gil) along with Doug, Ben, and (y/n) all having a snowball fight, (y/n) in Harry's arms as he lifted her out of the way of a snowball from Jay.

“Evie, heads up!” Evie squealed and ducked as a snowball soared past just where her head was a moment ago, CJ wincing as Carlos and Mal glared at her “Sorry! I was aiming for Harry!”

“I’m over here yeh lame-ass!” Harry cackled, dodging another snowball from Jay and grabbing your hand to bolt to the next snow fort Dizzy and CJ had made before the battle had started.

Evie laughed as she stood up and ran towards Mal and Ben, pulling Mal in front of her as a snowball from Harriet came speeding towards her “E!” Mal squeaked, wiping her shoulder and chest of the snow and turning towards Evie “No fair! No using your teammates as shields!” Evie laughed and stuck out her tongue, crouching down to scoop up snow.

“vks don’t fight fair M~! you said it yourself!” Evie then screamed as Mal squished a snowball into the side of her head, her blue hair trimmed with white “Hey!!”

“Payback!” Mal cackled, spinning on her heel and dodging another ball from Harriet then sending one back, pouting as Harriet just stepped to the side and the ball hit Sammy in the face. “oh come on-GAH!” (y/n) chucked a ball straight at Mal and hit her in the face, sending Mal to the ground. The snow flurried around Mal, almost creating a blanket on her from the thick frost. “really?”

Ben held in his laugh and lifted Mal out of the snow, holding her into his side as he dived behind another snow fort. “Ben” Mal faked a weak cough, holding her hand out towards Ben “you must…avenge my death…Bleh” Mal ‘died’ and slumped against Ben, closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out the corner of her mouth.

“Nooooo” Ben dramatically yelled out, a smile on his face as he let Mal slip off his chest. He stood, a snowball in each hand “revenge!” Jay cackled as Ben was immediately pummeled by several snowballs from the other side of the battlefield, (y/n) catching herself on Harry as Ben flopped back into the snow “treason! You’ve killed the king!”

“False! Dizzy is king now! She threw the last ball that hit you!” Harry cackled, lifting Dizzy by her armpits and holding the giggling teen in the air “all hail king Dizzy!”

Evie covered her mouth to stop the loud ‘guffaw’ from bursting, leaning on Carlos to prevent herself from falling “all hail king Dizzy!” Jay and Carlos echoed, throwing their hands forward and mock bowing at Dizzy, who was still giggling in Harry's grip.

“Fore!” Jay looked to the side and yelped, a snowball slamming directly into his face and he fell back into the snow “I said fore!” Gil laughed, Jane at his side giggling behind her periwinkle snow mittens.

“there yeh are!” Harry yelled, setting Dizzy down and gesturing for Gil to join the side of the pirates “come on, we need’a tank!”

“don’t you have (y/n)?” Jane laughed, sitting down on a bench nearby as Gil jogged over to Harry and quickly made a large snowball. Gil and Harry looked at each other at Jane's mention of you, then looked to (y/n), who was in the middle of hurling another snowball at the opposite team. They shrugged and Gil continued to make a large snowball

“(y/n)’s tha’ sharpshooter, Gil’s the tank” Harry grinned, cackling as Gil launched the foot wide snowball at the other side, completely decimating the small fort CJ had made and knocking her to the ground. “yeah!!!”

“Ow!” CJ groaned, shaking the snow off and crawling out of the battlefield “im done! Count me out!” she flopped into the snow a few feet away and took a few deep breaths as Gil launched another snowball at Carlos, knocking him to the ground.

“Dodgeball rules! You get hit you’re out, loser team makes hot chocolate for everyone!” Harriet called out, giving a sharp grin as everyone yelled in agreement.

Snowballs flew everywhere, Jane curling in on herself squealing as a few stragglers landed near her “not playing, not playing!”

“Jane!” Gil laughed, running toward her and picking her up bridal style, and running back to the battlefield, setting her behind the fort (y/n) and Harriet had reinforced “stay, I'll protect you” Jane giggled and swooned as Gil stood back up and launched a mid-sized snowball at Jay, hitting Jay square in the chest and getting him out. “got ya!”

“Not fair! You have (y/n) and Gil on your side!” Jay complained, Mal popped up, her eyes glowing green as several snowballs floated next to her. Jay laughed and grinned, running off to the bench where CJ and Ben sat. “ooooh! Yall are goin down!”

Mal threw her hand forward, the snowballs aiming for you but they hit the snow fort instead as you flipped behind it “Dang it! AH!” Dizzy chucked a snowball right at Mal and hit her in the face, marking the fae out “DANGNABIT!”

“Ha!” Dizzy cheered, throwing her hands into the sky, squealing as Evie sent back a snowball at Dizzy “Evieee!”

“Dizzyyy!” Evie mocked, a sharp grin on her lips as she tossed two more snowballs at Dizzy, the first missing and the second hitting Dizzy in the back “Gotcha~!”

Dizzy pouted and joined Mal, Jay, CJ, and Ben at the bench, cheering on her team as the fight continued. Now it was Evie, Carlos, Doug, and Sammy, vs Harry, (y/n), Gil, the twins, and Harriet.

It was all too easy.

Within moments Evie and the boys were pummeled by snowballs, all screaming in ‘pain’ as they fell into the snow. The twins rushed over to the other side, throwing their last few balls into their ‘dead’ brother's stomach. Sammy coughed at the impact and sat up, pulling the two into his chest and rolling around, cackling as the twins squealed with laughter.

“We win! Ya’ll gotta make the hot chocolate now!” (y/n) laughed out in victory, Harry pulling her into his side with a grin, hiding it in her hair.

Ben sighed and gestured back inside the dorms “come on, there's a closed patio with a fire pit, we can make smores too!” the twins and Dizzy gasped at that and rushed inside, Dizzy pulling Evie as the twins pulled their brother and Harriet with them.

Soon all 16 teens were inside the closed patio, the firepit roaring as Harry helped the twins roast their marshmallows, their whipped cream-covered hot chocolates still steaming on their seats behind them.

“I can't believe at one point we outnumbered you and we still lost!” Mal grumbled, taking a layer off her toasted marshmallow and eating it, putting the treat back over the fire to let it toast again.

“that’s what happens when you have both (y/n) and Gil on the same side, (y/n) throws ninety-five miles per hour and Gil throws meteors, it was their game as soon as they picked their side” Ben laughed, handing Mal a hot chocolate in her glittery green and purple mug and sitting down next to her, sipping from his gold and blue mug.

“Then next time have Harry on your team to make sure you also have (y/n) and Gil” CJ snickered, leaning into Harriet's side as she chewed on her freshly made smore, gram cracker crumbs on the corners of her mouth.

(y/n) let out a small snort, leaning back in her seat and lifting her feet, setting them on Harry's shoulder as he helped Skipper set his marshmallow onto the gram cracker. “Maybe, who knows, I might play the other team next time~” Harry turned to look at (y/n), giving her a look “What? Don’t look at me like that? Just because I love you don't mean I won't kick your ass in a snowball fight” Harry rolled his eyes with a fond smile and pushed (y/n)s boots off his shoulder, ignoring the pout (y/n) was aiming at the back of his head.

“well, I’d say today was a good day” Ben sighed, sipping at his coco again and smiling as the group agreed with him, Harry standing from helping the twins and sitting next to (y/n), (y/n) slipping under his arm and laying her head on his chest.

Ben let out a content sigh and leaned back against his seat, closing his eyes and letting his head hit the headrest. Getting more vks to Auradon was going to take almost two years from now but for now, knowing the recent six and the original six were enjoying their life free from the isle was enough.

He couldn’t wait to share it with all the vks in the future.

-end of part 6-

part 6~!!! forgot today was Saturday but its only 630pm for me so i still posted on time, but yeah! Diego! Carlos! snowball fights! cuteness!!! its all getting wrapped up and loose ends are (hopefully) being tied!!!  hope yall enjoyed reading! part 7 next saturday!

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[chaos-writes]

Paul Allen: Treehouse

Word count: 1,298

I ran behind the cabin and made a beeline for the woods. As i passed the edge of the woods, I came up to a small creek and didn't think twice about where to go. I hopped on some rocks across it and grabbed onto the nearest tree to help myself back up. I continued running deep into the woods, memorizing every landmark so we could find our way back. 

Paul was close behind me, but not close enough. He ended up slipping on a rock and landing one foot in the freezing creek water below him. He let out a loud "EUAHH" sound and kept going, laughing hysterically as he did. 

At this point, I was far ahead of him, standing in front of a big rock. He was starting to get near, so I did what first came to mind. I climbed the big rock, using a tree nearby to support some of my weight and give me some leverage. I sat at the very top and waited for him. Paul was gaining on the rock, skidding to a sudden halt to look at me. God, he is so beautiful.

His messy hair strewn across his forehead, pointing in different directions as his hair gel was giving out. His smile shined through in the sunlight, his mouth agape as he was panting, which made him look like a starstruck child. The sunlight passed through the trees above and tickled his face perfectly, so that he stood out against his surroundings. His eyes were also hit by the sunlight, filtered through the green leaves just right, so his eyes reflected a beautiful bright green. 

I rented us this getaway cabin, because I knew how stressed Paul was getting at work. I knew he needed some time away, and somewhere to just play and be himself. I think it's working, considering he's been smiling a lot more. And not his fake business smile; his real, genuine, beautiful smile. 

I smiled at him and yelled, "I am king of the rock!"

I leaned back onto the rock and layed there in a starfish position. He yelled after me, "Nuh-uh!" I sat up and yelled back, "Yeah huh! I got here first, so I win, and now I'm king of the rock!" 

He climbed up onto a lower rock behind me, and I rolled onto my stomach to look at him. 

"Well, im king of this rock, then!"

"Okay, but it's not the rock. This is the rock."

"You jerk!" He yelled after me as I hopped off and got ready to run again. I started at a light jog and ran faster as he hopped of his rock.

I kept going, this time to the left of where we came from, and the woods got more and more dense. I was not fearful, however, since the sunlight above me was still strong enough to shine through the treetops and guide me along the way.

Then, I came to a clearing, an opening where the path seemed to be a little less foot-trodden and was grown with thick green grass and beautiful wild flowers. I slowed down and looked behind me. "Paul, come look at this!"

A large, very old tree stood in front of where I stood. He caught up to me and put his hands on his knees. "You're killing me!" He panted. 

After Paul caught his breath, he looked up. He softly gasped, in front of us was not just a tree, but a sturdy tree fort made of what looked like old wooden planks that one would use to build a fence. A rope ladder hung from the side of it's slowly collapsing frame. 

I tested the ladder and climbed up and knelt down inside. The fort. It was a roomy tree fort with a roof made of sticks and moss. Inside was already a bed of old, tattered blankets. No one has been here in a very, very long time. Paul sat down beside me. "Wow, this place is really cool!" He said. "It is, isn't it?" I asked.

He looked around some more. "Hey, look, love! A box!" He exclaimed. "A box, strange. Should we open it?" I gently asked him. 

"Sure! But… there's not really a latch or anything… it looks like it was nailed shut."

A ray of sunlight hit the box in Paul's hands through the dilapidated boards above us. It seemed to shine more brightly than everything around us. 

"Uhh, okay then. Here…" I said, looking for something to pry the box open with. I searched under the tattered blankets strewn about and found an old pocket knife that had rusted over. I turned to Paul and held out one hand for the box. He gave it to me and watched closely as I carefully found where the lid met the rest of the box and went about gently prying the box apart. The nails were small, so it wasn't terribly hard to get open.

Once the lid was fully pried, I set the box back down onto the floor in a silent communication of asking Paul to open the box with me. 

We put our hands on each of the corners and lifted. As the lid was discarded, we discovered some old pictures, a beaded necklace with a teardrop-shaped turquoise gem, an old Victorian style key, and an old gold ring. 

One of the pictures showed a woman in Victorian wear with the necklace that Paul was then holding. Written on the back was Adelaine Marie Miller, 1883. 

"Wow, Paul, this necklace is 100 years old!" I exclaimed. "Oooh," he said, grinning and staring in awe as I held the necklace up in the sunlight. 

More pictures revealed who used the key and who wore the gold ring. They showed a beautiful garden with a metal gate. A man who seemed to be the gardener was shown standing next to the gate with a prideful smile strewn across his face. One showed a man in a 20's style suit holding a cane, and on that hand was the gold ring. The pictures all had things written on the back that pointed out who was in the picture and where and when they were taken. 

Paul looked up from the pictures. "Hey, we should get going. The sun is starting to go down," He said. I nodded and we shuffled out of the tree house. 

We walked back to the rock, taking our time this time. The sun was getting lower and lower as we descended over the creek and back to the cabin.

When we got back, I made sure to put the box in a plastic bag and secure everything tightly. I looked to the bathroom door. Paul was distracted, trying to figure out how to run a bath in the cabin. I giggled to myself and secured everything in our suitcases.

I woke up to an alarm clock going off. 5:30 AM. Great, just enough time to drive to the airport and catch our flight home. I dragged Paul out of bed and we pulled on our comfiest clothes. We rolled our suitcases out to our rental car and got in. Paul drove us through the trees and across the trails to paved roads. We drove through the small town surrounding us to the airport. 

It must have been about 7 when we got there. The sun started to rise at the airport, making the less-than-busy place glow in the golden sunlight. I looked at paul. He was so tired from just waking up, his sleepy eyes glowing in the morning sunlight. He drowsily smiled at me and grasped my hand as we boarded our plane. "Thank you," he said, "this means a lot to me."

[nctdream-boat]

“Shut up and love me” with Bang Chan plsss

“‘Shut up and love me” with Bang Chan plsss”

40. “Shut up and love me”

A/N: You didn’t give much of a plot so i hope you like this 🥺 i decided to do a like close friends thingyyy bc i miss him and want him to be my best friend.. I also made it a head cannon bc i wanted to and i wrote this during my lunch break so im soooo sorry if its not the bestttttt

Plot: Chan decided to invite you over to the dorm to celebrate national friends day with his best friend (you)

Master Link

Writing Prompt Game Link

“dude I know you said it was necessary but it’s not freaking necessary.”

you sigh exasperatedly because your amazing best friend of like for-fucking-ever decied to put a BLINDFOLD on you.

for what reason?

he said that he had a surprise for you since it was best friends day

you don’t even think that a national holiday like that is even important but who are you to crush his dreams

and hey these usually come with free food

so here you are; blind, cold because you were expecting to be outside today but nope you were wrong, and hella confused

“it’s necessary Y/N” he mumbles focusing on leading you safely

“all these lie” you say getting fed up with his antics

“ok ok sorry” he chuckles

he stops you in a c o l d room like it wasn’t anything

“ok you can take it off now”

you slide the blindfold off your head and just stare

some might think it’s in awe but no

you’re looking at his dorm… the freaking blindfold WASNT nesessary

well i guess it wasn’t as bad since there were changes made to the dorm

Chris had moved some of the furniture so he could set up a pillow fort in between the couch and tv

it was big enough for you both to fit without being all up on each other

but also small enough for you to be cozy

“awe chris it’s cutee”

he just smiles in response and walks over to the kitchen and comes back with a plastic bag

“i got snacks as well, anddd i got your favorite” chan says holding up your favorite snack

“ahhh yessss thank you Chan”

so after that yall get all comfy in the pillow fort and cover up your freezing body with a blanket

“What do you want to watch? we have disney plus and netflix” he asks

he turns on the tv and looks at you expectantly

“uhhh lets watch Lion King” you say starting to get excited to watch a Disney Classic

“noooo i don’t wanna watch that. the boys and i watched over the weekend. How about The Little Mermaid if we’re going the Disney route?”

you look at him like he’s lost his mind

does he not remember when you were in middle school you watched that movie with a group of friends and during the kiss scene the random kid in the group decided that THAT was going to be the best time to confess to you…

with a kiss

on the lips

totally ruined your night

totally ruined that movie for you

so

“No Chris, i don’t want to watch that.” you dead pan

“why- Ohhhhhhh” he says looking away from the tv to see your reaction

“Omg chris you forgot. wow ok i see how much you love me”

cue the fake sniffles

“Y/n we don’t have to watch it”

“no you want to, so put it on and make me suffer” 

you turn away from him and lay on your side and fake pout

“Y/n come here im sorry i forgot”

“no”

he didn’t want his best friend mad at him even if they were faking it

so he did the only rational thing and kinda picked you up and moved you over so you were facing him again and hugged you

bc hugging is a very normal occurrence within your and Chan’s friendship it took all of you to not immediately wrap your arms around him

“get off Chrisss” you whine

“i dont wannaaa” he says coping your tone

“uhhh get off. you’re heavy and-”

he cuts you up :(

“shut up and love me” he says

“hmmm okayyy whatever but only if you buy me extra snacks next time

“*sigh* fine”

[lemonietrinket]

How Day6 would comfort you when you come home crying

warnings: some foul language 

an: i was informed about how little day6 content there was (ty @justcuz-ican), so here is more these are written for people who prefer physical active comfort rather than being left alone when upset, so i may write a set of reactions for people who are the other way round

all members under the cut :)

Sungjin

he may not be used to openly discussing feelings but that does not mean he doesn’t care

he loves you so much and so dearly that seeing you cry will wreck him

i have no doubts he would drop everything for you if the time called for it

he’s a very good listener, and will remain quiet if you need to vent

he is a fixer, and so when you explain what happened, and if you want help, he will do his damn best to make it all ok again

will 100% sort it for you all by himself (if you don’t want him to, you might want to, like... stop him before he does real quick)

he’s very loyal ok so will take your side no matter what

when it comes to comfort it would depend on how long you’ve been together for

if it’s still early days (by his standards), he will try his best to offer verbal support, and then help you continue with your day to the best of both of your ability

however if you’ve been together for a long while

so long that no one, including yourselves, can see yourself with anyone else

he will be a lot more affectionate on top of the above

that’s when you know that you’ve caught his heart without a catch or caveat

will hold you close in a simple but in no way inferior embrace

and trust me, sungjin hugs are phenomenal

and so these are no different

he’s just so soft, you would be so warm and secure in his arms, sobs gradually coming to a stop as your tears dried upon his shirt

i have a lot of feels for sungjin ok

Jae

cuddles + distraction king

will send little messages of support throughout the day if you choose/are able to text him about how bad things are going

as soon as you come home he will take you into his arms

will dry your tears with his fingers as best he can

seeing you upset has the capability to make him very nearly cry too, depending on what it is and how bad (and his day too)

will take the two of you to somewhere comfortable

whether it be sofa or bed or wherever, just somewhere close and safe

he gets it, you need the security

will settle you into his lap and that’s it, that’s your home now

strokes your hair and will speak no louder than a murmur for you

if you want to talk about it, he will listen and comment where he can

lots of verbal support

won’t leave your side until you stop crying, no joke

if/when you need distracting, those movies are going on bois

or he will play a video game if you’d prefer something different

is not above deliberately being bad and making stupid commentary to make you laugh

by the end the sadness will feel like it happened in another time

jae is just that good

Younghyun

will not stop fawning over you

he’s affectionate anyway

so when he sees you upset he tries to give you as much of it as possible

back rubs, cuddles, forehead and cheek kisses, the full lot

so gentle

so good to vent to because his advice is really sound

he doesn’t want to leave your side, but will make exceptions

and so will bring you pretty much anything and everything to try and make it better

from tissues to snacks to his special hoodies you name it

once you stop crying, your treatment doesn’t stop there

nope, sorry, that’s not how kang younghyun rolls

on the day he will make you food, yes

and then he will coax you into sleep (probably spooning or with your head on his chest, he likes that) 

then the next time you’re together, prepare yourself

as even if your day has been fine and all your problems are sorted, he’s taking you out to a lovely restaurant 

or taking you shopping and buying the shit you saw in the shop window and didn’t buy for frankly no good reason

he wants the week to balance out at the very least

because he may not be able to fix the actual problems that made you upset, but in a way he can make it up to you

even though its 90% of the time never his fault

overall, get yourself a youngk yall

Wonpil

my babie is a sensitive soul

im not saying he’s going to weep with you when you come home after your god awful day

but will he tear up? 

yes

he’s a bit of an emotion sponge i get that and seeing you hurt just rubs onto him

doesn’t know what to do really, so may flounder slightly at times

he’s used to you being quite the rock

but he’s an affection king so prepare to be smothered because he isn’t changing now

will be 100x more gentle though

if that’s possible

...yeah it’s possible

cups your cheeks so carefully as if you’re made of glass

he’ll catch your tears on the corners of his sleeves

and then will proceed to do and give you everything that makes him feel better when he’s upset

so his plushie, his blankets, his food, the lot

and then will make it a special night for you

meaning, the softest night in you could imagine

understands you the best, and will say the right thing at the right time

loyal once again, so will always take your side too

and will hold a grudge

even if the problems are sorted the very next day, if a person caused them, he will not trust them until they give him a good reason to like... ever again lol

even if you insist that they’re not as bad anymore

they’ll just be known as ‘the prick that made y/n cry’ and will get glares from him if they see him in the street

of course if they apologise and prove that they’ve improved then he’s back to being a sunshine 

mostly

honestly i think wonpil could be strangely threatening if he really, really wanted to be

tho tbh i am biased bc if i disappointed him once i would cry on the spot so idk

Dowoon

sweet babe

wouldn’t quite know what to do at first

especially if it’s still early days in your relationship

not amazing at talking but will try his hardest

same applies for physical comfort

you may have to initiate if it’s the very first time if you want a hug sorry

but he will learn quickly

and will go from holding you close and secure while quietly listening to you vent

to recognising something is wrong by your text aura alone

and preparing things if he can for when you get home

would make a small pillow fort for you ngl

i then see him making small changes to his behaviour that mean big things

so yes, when your relationship is strong and stable, he will cradle you just how you like

and no kidding his back rubs are really comforting

but for the rest of the week he will be super careful

and so will take on a few more chores despite the fair distribution you have going so far 

when walking together in public he will normally hold your hand, but for the few days after he will actually put an arm around you instead

and when at home he’ll definitely sit a lot closer to you

going out of his way to work in the same room or a seat closer to you despite being already set up elsewhere

small text messages throughout the day checking if everything is fine, and if any people that caused you issues have done anything else

he remembers you see

he’ll probably return to his slightly shy and normal self after but it doesn’t mean you’re not important to him

after all, i can see him growing used to moving to join you when you come home, and so that may become a common occurrence once he is sure you want that too

overall, a caring boyfriend, just in a more subtle way

~~~

an: i feel this isnt as put together as my others but i hope its still legible and worthwhile

masterlist

[lostnfinding]

hi friend. yeah, you. its okay to have a bad day. here are some tips to get through rough hours

hey so i'm having a really bad night and i dont want anyone to feel the way i'm feeling so i thought id do this. its inspired by a post i cant find (if i do i will try to remeber to link it) and it has a few tips that work with me/ive heard worked with other people.

first of all here are some cute hedgehogs bc they always make me smile a bit

[these are not my photos btw]

now, on to a mug cookie recipe i saved. its not mine again, but its good

alright, now that you have seen cute animals and got yourself a nice snack, why dont you lay down in bed/on the sofa? make a blanket fort, a blanket nest, just anything that you'd like. if you have pets and they like affection, cuddling them might be a good comfort! its okay to stop making that report, watching that class, writing that essay or doing that chore. those things will be there in a couple hours. just focus on your mental health right now

you're okay. you see that blanket your under? its not going to let anything hurt you, you're safe with it. and your pet? it will protect you if it has to

some movies:

Cinderela: any version, everyone knows cinderela. its a nice, familiar story that has a happy ending. comforting :)

Snow White: same thing. familiar.

Lilo & Stitch: this movie is just really sweet i love it

Inside Out: it really helps me understand feelings and just comforts me for some reason

Kung Fu Panda: funny, lighthearted and with a good message

Big Hero 6: you can get a good cry out if you need it, and its really good

Coco: idk, it always calms me down

The Lion King: need i say more? its a classic and i love it

Matilda: who doesnt like it?

Mulan: everyone can be a hero, you just have to be yourself

Peter Pan/Finding Neverland: the Peter Pan everyone knows and its origins

Toy Story: it makes me feel less lonely idk i like it

Moana: t h e s o n g s. also, never give up on your dreams

Frozen: it turned into a classic and basically everyone knows it, and the songs/singers are amazing

heres a few bigger lists

and a few songs:

Welcome to Wonderland, by Anson Seabra

IDK you yet, by Alexander 23

Secret For The Mad, by dodie

Human, by dodie

Sick of Losing Soulmates, by dodie

Guiltless, by dodie

This, by Ed Sheeran

Autumn Leaves, by Ed Sheeran

Save Myself, by Ed Sheeran

Safe and Sound, by Taylor Swift

Never Grow Up, by Taylor Swift

Soon You'll Get Better, by Taylor Swift

All Too Well, by Taylor Swift

Demons, by Imagine Dragons

The Village, by Wrabel

She Used to Be Mine, by Sara Bareilles

She Will Be Loved, by Maroon 5

Memories, by Maroon 5

The Scientist, by Coldplay

Deep End, by Holly Humblestone

Feel Something, by Bea Miller

Young & Sad, by Noah Cyrus

Feel Bad, by Katelyn Tarver

Modern Loneliness, by Lauv

Someone You Loved, by Lewis Capaldi

Changed, by Catie Turner

Grow As We Go, by Ben Platt

Is it Just Me?, by Emily Burns

Hey There Delilah, by Plain White T's

You should be sad, by Halsey

Soldire, Poet, King, by The Oh Hellos

Let Yourself Down, by Hollie Col

i need to be alone, by Girl in Red

Hold on, by Chord Overstreet

Unsteady, by X Ambassadors

Skinny Love, by Bon Iver

The Few Things, by JP Saxe

Dancing on my Own, by Calum Scott

some more links with more songs

let yourself cry and breakdown. its okay, you are alowed to be vunerable

if youre feeling like hurting yourself, please dont. here are some hotlines from around the world for you. please dont do it.

feeling bad is normal. we are humans. humans feel like this sometimes, and its okay

i really hope you feel better soon friendo. remember that i love you and that you are worhy of happiness. you are good enough. things will get better, i promise. it may take a while, but you'll see you will be okay. just take a deep breath and get through this. i know you can do it. i believe in you

if you need anything, im here to talk

[obscureoperations]

Im soooooo sorry for all the spam but im a slut for finally getting some attention for our stories lol

Also I swear upon our graves that we never read the novel so it's like? A fun coincidence? xd or we astral projected without being concious of it lol

If you would go to Lena's apartement you could see that there's only one bedroom, a living room, a kitchen that has a small table in the middle, a small hall and a bathroom

Rose sleeps in the living room, but not on the couch, she has a fort made of her old cribs mattress, a few pillows, a big blanket and those few plushies she has

But when Lena comes home sooner she likes to sleep in her bed, so they can cuddle and Lena can feel like less of a shit mom

Also interesting things bc I love spamming fun but useless facts xd:

Lena's full name is Magdalena Wilusz, she's the daughter of polish immigrants and they moved from poland to Pittsburgh when she was a kindergartener

I'm namedropping her old bf, we call him Peter (sorry, P*ter xd) we name shitty people after people we dont like, thats how we almost call every shit man J*red or P*ter xd

So yeah since she's from poland Lena can speak in polish, and so can Rose, they will use it as a code language in the future to insult ppl they dont like

Lena works at that medieval restaurant known as "The King's Tavern" and a small grocery store (like Cuda's) on the outskirts of Pittsburgh

Rosie doesn't go to kindergarten bc 1, they don't have the money for it, 2, Lena goes to work earlier and gets out later and than any kindergarten would keep Rose in, and 3, due to her being autistic it'd be far too overwhealming for her (just imagine if Martin saw her have a meltdown... :( )

Lena often makes polish foods when she can buy ingredients, especially pierog (which is also how she nicknames Rose), but on many days she only has the time and money to cook some bread soup (yeah, u read that right, it's a thin soup w cumin seeds and small parts of bread in it, typical cantine and hospital food in my country and poland)

So yeah Martin is like "omg she works two jobs and she still has to eat fucking BREAD SOUP

Oh and another last thing: Rosie's full name is Rosenrot, coming from a story Lena loved (Snow White and Rose Red - Schneeweisschen und Rosenrot), and doesn't understand why Martin always looks so grumpy xd

Sooooo yeah sorry for the useless spam but I thought it'd show a few small things and details perhaps... Sorry again xd

Literally me rn

Don’t apologize... I’m here for it! I love the fact that you’re getting to share your ideas.. it’s a great feeling! I love these head cannons ngl. Bread soup?! I actually googled it as well.. I wonder, if Martin knew how to cook, would he ever want to make something for them. Like she gets home from a shift completely exhausted and he insists that he make her and Rosie dinner<3

Lena moved to Pittsburgh when she was that young.. I wonder if her parents are still around? Do they help with Rosie if they are?

Hmm.. so screw P*ter huh.. and Ja*ed? Lmao I do that too! there is always one mf that ruins an entire name. Im not even gonna say mine *shrugs*

She thinks Martin looks grumpy?! Omg that’s hilarious. He’s not grumpy... he just pouts a lot! I picture she straight up asks him one day “Why are you always mad?”

[my-one-true-l]

Hello! how have you been? is it too much trouble asking you for a near x reader? I am very soft and tender and I would love to read how he would react with a girlfriend too short and too cloying♡ Sorry for bad english, im spanish heh:(

Aww, Your English isn’t bad, Dear Anon. I hope you are doing well. 😊

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Near sat with one leg bent to his chest as he snapped the finale piece of his Lego castle into place. He lined his robots like soldiers along the outer walls and gathered his hand-painted figures into small groups of peasants. He was their benevolent king, their kindhearted creator. He loved his subjects for they are what focused his concentration on every case he solved, a fantasy world influencing reality for the betterment of humanity.

The door creaking open followed by soft skips let him know she was there to see him.

“Hello my darling Nate,” she chirped as she knelt down next to him.

“Hello Dear,” he said with a slight smile. It was a simple greeting, but an affectionate one.

“Oh, you finished your castle!” She snaked her arm around his and hugged it. “You did a wonderful job, your majesty!”

“Thank you.” His smile became a little wider.

“May I be your queen?” she giggled as she put her head on his shoulder.

“Yes.” He tipped his head so it was leaning against hers.

“How is your case going?” she rubbed her hand up and down his sleeve.

“I solved it.”

Her eyes lit up, smile wide and toothy as her eyes sparkled at him. “Does that mean you can spend the rest of the day with me?”

“I would like that. What would you like to do?” he twirled is fingers through her hair.

“Hmm,” she tapped her finger against her lips as she thought. “I would like to build a pillow fort.”

Near’s smile faded. “I’ve never made a pillow fort before. I don’t know how.”

“It’s easy! We get pillows and blankets and something to hold it all up.”

“We can use the chairs in the conference room as supports.”

“Yes! That will work perfectly.” She let go of his arm and excitedly hopped on her knees in anticipation of building their fort.

“Once it’s built, what do we do with it?”

“Anything we want. It’s our fort.” She stroked the side of his cheek.

“What would you suggest?”

“I want to hang out and cuddle.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “We can make up a story about our kingdom.”

He put his forehead against hers, his smile returning as he took her small hand in his.

“As you wish, your royal highness.”

[pbandjesse]

I am trying very hard to be positive right now. And honestly tonight has been pretty nice. But man did I start the day in a terrible mood. I was just having the worst time. 

I didnt sleep great. I woke up and could barely breathe through my nose. Which had for sure contributed to my bad sleep. I also slept way later then I had planned and that just made me really frustrated and annoyed. I feel bad because James was trying really hard but man I was probably not fun to be around. 

He offered me pancakes but all I wanted was a burger. We were going to go for a walk down by the seawall and I asked if we could get burgerking and go have a picnic. And I tried to just shake off my bad feelings. 

And it was beautiful out. I really liked my outfit. This was the first time Ive worn this sweater and its excellent. We went to the nicer burger king by the recycling center. Which was a crazy long line. Which honestly is heartening because they arent doing recycling pickup anymore but at least people are still making an effort. 

We got our food and drove through the city to get to the fort. It was a nice drive and I was trying to stay positive. We parked and it was mostly full but its a big place. And I was excited to see that the walking trail is one way!! Not everyone was listening to that. We saw like 5 people going the wrong direction. But everyone else was following instructions and that made me feel very safe. 

We found a spot by the water under a tree. Put our picnic blanket out and had our lunch. I brought an entire bottle of ketchup. It was a nice meal. I had a good time people watching. And laying with James and watching the water. I started to feel better. Less miserable. 

We walked the rest of the one way trail to the parking lot. Its a nice loop. I liked seeing the birds catching fish and the big boats on the water.  There were also just the prettiest flowers.

We got back to the car and drove to the grocery store. Grabbed a few things. I wanted to make cookies later and we needed butter. We also got donuts and cheese. And then we went home. 

I was tired. What else is new. But I wanted to stay up to sit with James until he headed to work. I played a little animal crossing. Our new table came!! And then James was getting ready to go. 

I went and laid down. And I ended up sleeping until 415. I had woken up around 330 and I was like. Absolutely not. I was very comfortable and didnt want to get out of bed when I did wake up but it took a lot to convince myself. 

Once I was up and in my slippers, I got to work on my shortbread. I think I added a little to much flour because it was a little dry and had trouble mixing together. But I had a good time making them. I used my pumpkin shaped cookie cutter. They are drying in the fridge now, and I will bake them tomorrow. 

Once I was done cleaning up I made a little flatbread. And had that. Which was fine. I mostly ate the bread part. Watched trashy videos. And then I got to work. 

I am so thrilled with out folding table. It rolls up and fits in a bag like the camp chairs. It will be great for camping but I mostly got it for quilting. So I dont have to work on the floor anymore! The bag the table came in though got a tear when I was opening the box so the first thing I did after dinner was fix that. I sewed that by hand and then jumped back into my quilting project. 

I am essentially creating a jelly roll with my scraps. Sewing lots of little pieces together in a long line. Then I cut them the length of my cutting matt, and then cut them the width of the smallest in that group. Then sewing those together to make a square. I am really pleased with the results. And if Im using these are pockets on tote bags the smaller quilt pieces are going to look a lot better. 

I worked on that for a couple hours. As I was finishing I accidentally sewed my finger! Which I have never done before and was upsetting. But I was okay. Just surprised. 

I cleaned up and went to play animal crossing for a little while. And now I am laying with sweetP. I left my phone in the other room and I will probably get up to grab that and start getting ready for bed. I hope tomorrow I am in a better mood. And I hope you all have a great night. 

Sleep well everyone. Be safe.