#my gosh I can’t this is so adorable 🥺💖

[yokumirumerafan]

Can you do the hashira and the uppermoons (including gyutaro) with an s/o who is widely considered ugly? I think it creates a lot of fun dynamics and I don't see people asking for it much :(

OH MY GOSH I LOVE THIS REQUEST. 💥🫶

Seriously, this is such an underrated and powerful concept?? You’re so right—this creates such strong dynamics and emotional moments. LET'S BREAK BEAUTY STANDARDS AND MAKE EVERYONE MELT INTO PILES OF LOVE AND DEVOTION. 😤💖

🔥 Kyojuro Rengoku

“Ugly?” he blinks, confused.

“Nonsense! You shine brighter than any flame I’ve ever seen!” Your smile? Adorable. Your laugh? He repeats your jokes like they’re sacred scrolls. He’s oblivious to the rude stares. And when he does notice them? “It appears they are blind. Tragic!” Proceeds to yell in town square: “BEHOLD! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!” You: melting Everyone else: 😳

🌊 Giyuu Tomioka

He’s a quiet man. But his glares could kill. If someone dares whisper something nasty about you in his presence?

“...Say that again. I dare you.” Protective to the core. He doesn’t see “ugly.” He sees someone who makes his heavy world bearable. And when you get insecure, he gently takes your hand and says: “I don’t need anyone else’s eyes. I have mine.”

🐍 Obanai Iguro

Let’s be real—he knows how it feels to be judged by appearance. So when he hears someone insult you? Immediate rage.

“You dare speak to them like that when you look like that?” Kaburamaru hisses on cue. He’s gentle with you though. Always telling you how you soothe his scars. How you make him feel whole. You once called yourself “ugly.” He didn’t talk to anyone for a whole day… until he came back with a small, handmade charm that said: “Most Beautiful Being in My World.”

🪨 Gyomei Himejima

Sweetest. Most tender. He literally can’t see, but he doesn’t need to. He feels your kindness. Your heartbeat. The way you cry at injured birds.

“You are… radiant.” He says it like a prayer. If someone dares insult you, he’ll just turn his face and say: “Their soul is uglier than they claim you are.”

🌸 Mitsuri Kanroji

She cries the first time you say you feel ugly.

“NOOOO—WHO SAID THAT? I’LL FIGHT THEM!” She thinks everything about you is cute. Your nose? Cute. Your walk? Adorable. Every inch of you is perfect in her eyes. And she constantly reminds you: “Love isn’t about faces! It’s about hearts! And yours is the biggest I’ve ever seen!” 💕

🌪️ Sanemi Shinazugawa

He scoffs when people call you ugly.

“You’re joking, right? They should look in a mirror.” Protective with fury. If anyone even looks at you wrong, he’s throwing hands. He’s rough, but when you’re alone? He cups your cheeks, stares at you like you’re the only person in the world, and mutters: “Damn it… you’re everything to me.” And it means everything coming from someone like him.

☁️ Muichiro Tokito

“…What’s ‘ugly’?” Dead serious. He doesn’t understand why anyone would say something so meaningless. You explain, and he frowns.

“That’s dumb.” He pokes your face with a soft stare. “You make me feel warm. Isn’t that what matters?” Cue little Tokito following you around like a loyal cloud. 🥺

Now the Upper Moons, because they're unhinged and obsessed with you no matter what:

💀 Muzan Kibutsuji

His ego could flatten cities, but he becomes unhinged for you. When someone insults your looks, he appears behind them.

“Did I ask for your opinion?” The person? Never seen again. To him, your “imperfections” make you real. Unpredictable. Unique. “They worship porcelain dolls. I prefer living, breathing art.” Protective. Territorial. You are his one soft spot.

🔥 Akaza

Someone calls you ugly? Dead. Immediately dead. Akaza worships you.

“You… you think you’re not beautiful? Then they don’t deserve to see you the way I do.” He calls you his strength. His reason. His only light in a cursed world. Even in battle, he talks about you like: “My beloved is stronger than your entire bloodline.”

🕷️ Douma

He laughs when someone mocks your looks.

“You’re joking right? They think you’re ugly? Have they seen their ears??” He’s dramatic and makes a big show of kissing your hand or spinning you around in public. But in private… he traces your features in silence. “You’re the only person whose eyes I can’t look away from.” He paints you over and over. Says it’s to “remind himself of heaven.”

💉 Gyutaro

This one HURTS because he knows exactly how it feels. The first time someone insults you, he stands frozen. Then?

“Tch… you think you know what beauty is? Get outta my sight before I rip your tongue out.” He holds you so tight that night, muttering: “You ain’t ugly. You’re better than anyone I’ve ever met. You chose me, didn’t you?”

Your existence makes him feel beautiful. So he’ll fight to make you feel the same. 😭

And THANK YOU AGAIN for dropping such a unique and heartfelt request!! You’re amazing. 💖

[padawan-snack-packer]

Hey snackpacker!!! I read all of your clones headcanons and they are sooooo adorable!!! Can I ask for Mando clans ones please?🥺

Hey Anon!!! Oh gosh, sure sure there you go!!!!

⚠️ TW: Not a Lore Purist, Just Vibes™ I love Mandalorians with my whole chaotic heart but I’m not a walking Chronicles of Mand’alor PDF. These headcanons are powered by ✨emotion, vibes, and space chaos✨ more than textbook canon. If something’s not lore-accurate, please don’t come at me with a vibroblade (kinky though-)—I’m just here to emotionally adopt found family and throw glitter bombs with Clan Wren. 💖

This is the Way (but also, This is the Fanon).

NOW LET'S GO-

🛠️ Clan Ordo — (Tough Love, Duct Tape Edition)

Their love language is "I fixed this for you but insulted it the whole time." Example: “Your jetpack’s garbage. I upgraded it. Don’t die.”

No one says “I love you” out loud. Instead, they hand you soup and complain about your aim.

Armor polish is sacred. If someone else polishes your armor? You’re basically married now.

Family dinners are loud, full of arguments, and end with at least one person crying—but it’s always because of pride, not pain.

They absolutely have a thousand tiny clan traditions no one remembers the origin of, like giving newborns a mini hydrospanner “for luck.”

Secretly very sentimental. They keep the worst drawings their kids ever made... inside their chestplates. Under the beskar.

🖤 Clan Fett — (The Myth, The Mess, The Legacy)

Every child raised under this clan grows up under a ridiculous amount of dramatic pressure to live up to the legacy of Jango.

There are so many family debates over whether Jango would’ve wanted to be remembered as “That Cool Bounty Hunter Dad” or “The Guy Who Accidentally Created a Galaxy’s Worth of Emotional Clones.”

They have a tradition of forging "Memory Blades" — knives with etched names of those lost. Every Fett carries one. Some carry dozens.

At feasts, they always leave an extra seat at the table. For Jango. Even now.

Their humor is DRY. Like, “We took a bounty on a Sith Lord for fun” levels of deadpan chaos.

Boba won’t admit it, but he calls old clone commanders “uncle” under his breath sometimes.

👑 Clan Kryze — (Tea, Trauma, and Terribly Controlled Emotions)

Everything is Very Formal Until It’s Suddenly a Knife Fight. “Cousin Alric insulted the tea set? Pistols at DAWN.”

The tea ceremony is a full military-grade operation. You wear armor. You pour with honor. You do not spill.

Every Kryze is passive-aggressively dramatic. They’ll say, “You always do this, mother,” right before throwing a thermal detonator at someone.

Their lullabies are weirdly sad and haunting and about the fall of ancient Mandalore and the inevitability of loss. (“Sleep, little warrior, the stars burn cold / Our home was fire, our story old…”)

Once a year, they gather in complete silence and light sky-lanterns for every family member lost to war. The sky is full.

🦴 Clan Vizsla — Drama, Duels, and Delusions of Grandeur

Has a 200-slide holo-presentation titled "Why We Should Still Rule Mandalore." No one asked for it. They show it anyway.

Will duel you over literally anything. The last one was about soup temperature.

They're the type to say “we’re not dramatic” while igniting a Darksaber and monologuing.

Family game nights are just strategic combat simulations with a scoreboard and someone always cries.

Wear so much black armor they look like they’re attending a funeral at all times. (They might be. They’re dramatic like that.)

Lowkey keep backup capes. In case their first one doesn't billow enough.

🎨 Clan Wren — (Art Is War, and So Is Family Game Night)

If you can’t graffiti while doing backflips, are you even a Wren?

Sabine may say, “I don’t do art anymore,” but Tristan absolutely still has a sketchbook full of emo poetry and helmet redesigns. (One of them says “PEW PEW EMO BOY” in Aurebesh. Sabine keeps it.)

They have a tradition where each child gets their first paint set before they get a blaster.

Weddings involve throwing glitter bombs into the air and yelling “THIS IS THE SHADE.”

They once staged an “artistic protest” by painting the clan elder’s speeder hot pink. The elder loved it.

The phrase “Wren family therapy” is code for a paintball match where the winner gets to yell at everyone else. They do it weekly.

🧬 Bonus: Little Traditions That Hurt (Just a Little)

Some clans pass down lullabies, others pass down the frequency to old comm channels. They keep them on, just in case someone out there is still listening.

Every Mandalorian learns how to dance—not because of ceremonies, but because when the wars are over, they want to remember joy.

If a Mandalorian dies without family, another clan will claim them posthumously. They will engrave their name into the wall and say it out loud during honor rites. “You were one of us. You are one of us still.”

[meowzfordayz]

i just caught a cold and my throat, nose and face hurts from all the sneezing, how bothersome 😭

so may i ask for teh hashiras (all or some) taking care of their dearest s/o who is sick (as sick as i am, pain and all) ,, thank you!! your stuff is so fun to read <3

(not urgent or anything, take your time)

Hiya. ☺️ I'm sorry to hear you've caught a cold — feel better soon! 🥺 I hope this cheers you up, even just a lil. 💖

Author’s Note: to health, happiness, and helping each other. 💝

when you’re sick — kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: none

when you’re sick — kamaboko, when you’re sick — kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu, tengen

~faqs~

Does this man make the best soup?

Yes, yes he does

Does this man also serve you way too large of a portion considering you’re feeling utterly and completely under the weather?

Yes, yes he does

He doesn’t ever explicitly force you to eat it all

But the concern in his eyes as he watches you ~struggle

“[y/n], dearest, does it taste okay? Is it warm enough?”

Always coaxes you into eating at least a third

A third being closer to a regular portion and a half

He usually finishes the rest, ignoring your weak protests

“Wait, Kyo, I just, I just ate part of that. I’m going to get you sick.”

Doesn’t faze him

He simply rubs a soothing thumb along your clammy jaw

Smiling fondly as you nuzzle into his touch

Voice soft, mindful that his usual volume might induce a headache given your current state

“Don’t fret over me, dearest,” he presses his lips to your forehead, eyebrows pinching at your radiating heat, “Try and fall asleep, alright? I’m going to get you some water.”

You try to wait for him

You really, really try

But you’re snoring lightly by the time he returns (he wasn’t gone for very long)

Quietly, he places a glass of water on the bedside table

Humming to himself as he settles onto the floor with a book, back leaned against the bed

Making sure your eyes are visible at the edge of his peripheral

So he can be of assistance

The moment you wake up

Knows how stubborn you get when you’re sick

You’re pretty stubborn normally

But sick?

Stubborn tenfold

He blames himself, partially

Knows you put on a strong front for him

Knows you push yourself too hard

For him

But he doesn’t wallow too deeply

Not when he’s got you to take care of first

That kind of serious communication can wait

It’d be pointless to initiate now, anyway

What with your adorable, nonsensical babbling

Of course, Sanemi regrets that you’re this sick

Regrets that he hadn’t convinced you to rest sooner

“Saaanemi,” you whine from your spot in bed, “Nemiii.”

He resists glaring at you, compromising on a stern narrowed glance

“I don’t feel so good,” you pout, “Like a bubble. A big, big, bubble,” you reach for him, fingers catching his wrist

“You’re cute,” he can’t help but mutter, mostly to himself, since your brain capacity is… currently limited

“Nonono,” you swallow dryly, “I’m bubble. Like, shiny, shiny… shiny, carrot,” you nod wisely

Snorting, he laces his fingers between yours, squeezing gently

“How about I tell you a story?” he murmurs, giving in to his worry, wishing he could provide more than physical and verbal comfort, and sits beside you

“Pretty story? Lots of rocks, smooth rocks, drip, drip, drip,” you giggle

Sanemi laughs, roughly, lovingly

Gosh you’re a mess

A beautiful, wonderful mess

As much as he hopes for your quick recovery

He’s grateful for your trust in him

Grateful he gets to tend to you

Grateful you reach for him

In sickness and in health

Never quite knows what to do when you’re feverish, stuck in bed

Usually he’d recommend a leisurely walk

But he’d rather you didn’t faint in front of him

So, no walk

“Giyuu,” you mumble

“Hm?” he looks up at you, chewing anxiously at the inside of his cheek

“M’bored,” you huff

He raises an eyebrow, endeared smile tugging at the corner of his mouth

“Read to me?” you yawn sleepily, wincing as the movement stretches your swollen lymph nodes

“Of course.”

Phew

At least you know what to do—well, what you want him to do—when you’re feverish!

He picks up your book on the bedroom desk

The book you’ve been meaning, and failing—I always run out of time!—to read

Returns to you, nudges you with his elbow, heart fluttering at your drowsy mewl

Gut clenching as you groan in pain, slowly scooting over for him

It’s hot under the blankets, and he already knows he’ll be sweating by the time you doze off

But you’re unwell and he cherishes you and goddamn if you want to be read to, then he’s going to read to you

Until his voice is hoarse

Until his shirt sticks to his back

Until he finds he can’t leave because you’re curled into him, arms wrapped loosely around his thigh

And even though he could probably wiggle his way out

He’d rather not risk waking you

Is content to watch you snooze

His own eyelids feeling…

Heavy…

Heavier…

…

…

[tohruies]

@filtheopathic @katsulock @vultursvolans

Deco!

[fatuismooches]

I can't stop giggling reading through ur new post, gosh i think i'll have diabetes from this cuteness- 😭💞💞

I always have this headcanon of Capitano whenever he is drunk, just prepare urself bcs he will NOT let u go once he gets his hands on u. He became a bit too clingy 😭💓 everytime u tried to budge off of him, he hold u even tighter and put his head on top of ur head while nuzzling his face on ur hair with a grunt as a warning, so u just stuck there on his lap 😂

And also, BIG YESSS, i also think he is very silent when he is drunk and let his action do the talking 😖💞 also the way he tried to tilt the cup to reader's lips thinking that they can't do it themself??? Hello?? THAT IS SO CUTE AKSKAKSKSJAKSJ- 😭💓💞 Smooches ur brain is so huge omg 🛐🛐🛐 i'm in shambles-

Also i love the last 2 lines on Rosalyne's part 😭 "Experiencing love and loss changes a person more than what they show" And " .., taking care of her means letting her taking care of u" these 2 lines.. Gosh, she already went through a lot 😭(pls mihoyo, let Signora be playable 😔)

U legit never miss with ur writings smooches, they always really made my day 🙏 thank u so much! 🛐 i hope that good fortunes always come to ur way!

-🥝

(Not u putting that tiny angst on Scara's part 😭)

AWWW I GIGGLED WHILE READING THIS CUTENESS OMGG😭💗🛐  YOUR HCS ARE JUST SO RIGHT. He has such a firm grim on you, like you’re not going anywhere besides his lap so just be ready for this man to act all pouty if you try to disagree, and use his strength against you😔💖

AND YESSS HE’S SUCH AN ACTION GUY😩😫😩😫 The alcohol has an effect on his tongue so he’ll just let his actions tell you what he wants to do.😌 And please- I feel like Capitano is veryyy overprotective of you, you’re so tiny compared to him he can’t help but want to do things for you sometimes- he knows you’re fully capable but the alcohol is muddling his senses so just indulge him for a bit,,, it’s adorable anyway, who wouldn’t want that.. (and *cough* the blue eyes are super pretty to look at when they're hazy😖)

Hngg thank you for appreciating Signora ily 🥺, no one talks about how great she is or how sad her story was, it’s so overlooked😔 We’ll be Signora mains one day 🥝 anon… And you know the angst part just came to me, I was like ykw I need to start adding for Wanderer too, I’ll just sprinkle some sadness in here because his whole character is so sad💔

Hehe I’m so glad it made your day that makes me really happy to hear!!💗💗 I hope good fortunes for you as well dear!!

[mango-bango-bby]

Hello ❤️ I’ve been thinking about this but can I request headcanons (or a fic whichever you’re up to is cool!) for Sugawara with a naive darling? I was thinking they went over to daring’s house for a study date and when she leaves to get snacks and drinks, he rummages through her things and almost gets caught.

I saw a few of your posts from your spam from a few days ago and I hope you’re feeling better and work is less stressful!

♡ Study Date ♡

(A/N: Ahhhh I love oblivious darlings so much 🥺🥺 One of my favorite tropes!!! I hope you like this, I thought this request was cute 💖 And I’m alright, work has gotten better and I’m feeling better mentally!!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, toxic Suga check, Suga being kind of a creep

Summary: Koshi has a darling who is oblivious to his more off-putting behavior (Yan!Sugawara x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡ Oh gosh, Koshi absolutely loves the fact that you’re so innocent and oblivious. You’re always just so kind and sweet to everyone even if you can’t see how evil they are like Koshi can. But he still loves that about you, it gives him the chance to protect you.

♡ Also because of your naivety, you don’t notice any of the warning signs with him. You know him! He’s was great friend, you know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or upset you. And when he confessed to you, you had happily accepted. Even with your friends telling you something was off about him.

♡ So what if he doesn’t want you to hang out with your friends? You assume he’s a bit insecure perhaps, so you hang out and comfort him instead. And sure, sometimes he would get a bit touchy and it would make you a bit uncomfortable. But he’s just being nice! You ignore all of the signs that something’s wrong.

♡ In fact this was actually your first date, a study date! You needed some tutoring in one of your classes after all, the topic was confusing! And Koshi seemed really good at it so you asked him to help you study!

♡ You two had walked home like normal, Koshi often walking you home anyway. Although instead of waving goodbye with a smile, you two both walk inside.

♡ Koshi would never tell you or anyone else but he had been in your house many times before while stalking you! Not to hurt you, no, no! Simply to make sure you were safe. However he had never been in your bedroom, he felt as though that would be crossing a line (even though he had already crossed the line many times).

♡ Koshi also cannot believe how adorable you are while you’re both studying. He loves the way your eyes light up when you finally understand how to understand a problem or you start getting whatever is stumping you. You even turn to him after he helps you, a large smile on your face as you thank him. He doesn’t think his heart can handle how adorable you’re being!

♡ Although as amazing as helping you was, he was really waiting for the opportunity to snoop around your room. That opportunity was handed to his on a silver platter when you ask if he wants anything to drink or eat. He simply asks for a water and you gladly head to the kitchen, telling Koshi you’ll be right back and to wait there. The perfect opportunity!

♡ Koshi looked through everything you owned as fast as he could. Smiling at all the small trinkets on your shelves, gently running his fingers over your bed sheets. Although he could help but grimace at a picture on your wall of you and your friends. Burdens is what they were. And finally the closet, grabbing one of your shirts for safe keeping. A souvenir of sorts! Although he knows he’ll return it after cuddling it for a while.

♡ However you were already headed back leave Koshi little to no time to hide the evidence! But Koshi was able to quickly hide this souvenir in his school bag. And you’re non-the-wiser! To him this is a mission successful!

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[candyheartedchy]

OH MY GOSH!! I CAN’T BELIEVE I NEVER TOLD YOU ABOUT THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME!!! 😍😍

So I got in contact with a animator that worked on Little Nemo, and when I asked him about my second F/O (REALLY casually 😅) and he not only gave me info about the character and his official name, but ALSO gave me RARE CHARACTER MODEL SHEETS OF HIM!!! 😍😍😍😍

I COULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT I SAW!!!! I tried my HARDEST not to freak out and gush all over, BUT OOH it was SO hard!! 😭😭😭💞💞💞💞 I said thank you, and then literally ran away, giggling like a high school girl who just talked to her crush. And then I posted it to tumblr and screamed in my pillow 💖💖💖 He just looks SOO cuute!!! And handsome!! And ADORABLE!! I LOVE his cute little smile in the first one!! 🥺🥺🥺💓💓💓

WHAT!? THAT’S AMAZING!! I would’ve freaked out!! And that was really nice that one of the animators for the film did that!!

[rillils]

hello I see your stucky content in my dash a LOT and I have finally officially learnt how to spell your username bc I read the wolf!Bucky hc (STUNNING by the way) and then saw this on instagram and just…melted

thank you for all your doing for stuckies! xx

Sweetie oh my gosh, I’m actually blushing right now afsafhsgs *flailing intensifies* First things first, thank you so, so much for sending me such a sweet ask, darling, I can’t even express how humbled and grateful I am, reading your words 💖💖💖 Also, that part about my username made me giggle so much xD I guess all of those L’s make it look weird and kinda confusing, I’m sorry 🥺💕

Ohhh oh my gosh, that video is the single most precious thing ever, I’m pretty sure I’m about to melt too!! 😍😍 When I picture wolf!Bucky, I imagine him as gentle and sweet and fluffy as that pupper :3

You know, in that headcanon (and I’d like to thank the wonderful nonnie who shared that amazing concept once more 😘), I was going with a werewolf!Bucky in the more traditional sense, which I absolutely ADORE (pls wish me luck as I try to turn it into an actual fic adfgsdfgh), but also this video gave me THOUGHTS and those thoughts scream Wolf!Bucky + kids and now I can’t help but wonder about a slightly different AU, including but not limited to:

shapeshifter!Bucky who can shift into his wolf form anytime he wants;

actual White Wolf Bucky, because I cannot pass up that chance, it’s just too perfect;

his neighbours quickly warming up to wolf!Bucky once they realize what a big big softie he really is;

the children absolutely LOVING wolf!Bucky and begging to play with him all the time, and Bucky caving because he just can’t say no to those little “🥺” faces;

wolf!Bucky, this massive, majestic, supposedly serious creature, frolicking in the grass like an actual puppy, soaking up the kids’ happy laughter and letting them all take a turn riding on his back - all the while Steve watches from the sidelines, sitting in the shade of the trees with one of the smallest children and two baby goats in his lap, wondering how they got here - and thanking all the gods he knows that they did, because he wouldn’t trade this for all the gold in the world;

(Steve thinking, who knows, maybe there could be children in their future, too. Someday. Their own children, grabbing handfuls of Bucky’s gorgeous fur and laughing, happy and carefree, when Bucky splashes around in the lake with them.)

the kids crafting beautiful flower wreaths for their wolf friend, which Bucky wears proudly - and then unravels later, so very carefully, so that he can press all the flowers between the pages of his books and save those precious memories forever;

wolf!Bucky quickly becoming the village’s designed babysitter; being very protective of the children, watching over them when they’re playing outside and making sure they don’t stray too far; gently, so very gently grabbing them by the back of their shirts when they’re being too stubborn or reckless (god knows he’s got decades of practice with that); herding them back home when it’s time for a nap;

wolf!Bucky essentially acting as a shepherd dog both for the children and for the goats (and groaning every time Steve makes another kid joke);

Bucky being surprised when the children go out of their way to hang out with him, and not the wolf;

Bucky realizing that they look up to him, and see him not just as a playmate but also as a cool uncle, a friend, a part of their family;

Bucky realizing, belatedly, that they’re as fond of him as he is fond of them;

Bucky realizing that they care about him - every time he’s having a bad day, and they come by only to leave snacks and little treats for him; every time they teach him a new word, and laugh with him when he gets the pronunciation horribly wrong; every time they offer to braid his hair for him, ask for a story from him, or watch attentively as he polishes his prosthetic arm;

and Bucky lowkey hiding his face in the crook of Steve’s neck, wet eyelashes and all, when that realization truly sinks in;

“They love you, Buck,” Steve murmurs in his ear, and Bucky knows he’s smiling even if he can’t see Steve’s face just now - he can hear it in his voice, feel it in Steve’s soft breath, in the fingers scratching idly at the base of his scalp. “You didn’t know, sweetheart? How much they love you?”

Bucky burrows closer into Steve’s arms, settling in for their own nap, his flesh hand splayed over Steve’s stomach. There’s a jar on the windowsill, filled with dried flowers and pretty pebbles the children found by the lake and gave to him, the smooth stone glinting softly in the afternoon sun. The smile comes before he can even think to stop it. “I know now.”

[libertys-lovers]

I have all these gush passes now and by the holy dough i WILL use them!

Now once again - GOSH i love my friends!! I've done a bunch of reorganising and redecorating so i think everyone's a bit happier with the place! I decided to place some snow around since where i'm from there never is any- and Thanksgiving made me get a bit excited for X-mas. (Well, that and Eggnog and Tiramisu being extraordinarily festive prematurely. They even got Wizard and Muscle to put on their costumes!!)

It made Cotton, Captain Ice and Snow Sugar very happy, though it seems to have summoned a bunch of people to my kingdom!?! Why are Crunchy Chip and Frost Queen here???

Anyway, i point this out because MY DEAR SPINCH!! I have asked Sour Belt, Chocolate Bonbon and Mont Blanc to help her out, seeing as she is a vegetable cookie and i got worried about how she might get cold.. She looks adorable in her fluffy coat and earmuffs by the way!

She is so so lovely, always worrying about my health and offering me veggies and fruits. I actually did catch a cold recently and she's been giving me dried apple slices and various kinds of tea 🥺 So yes, i thought i'd return her kindness by helping her out like this.

I'm a bit nervous because i think she might suspect my feelings since i'm.. quite obvious *motioning to my pink cheeks* but i adore her so much i just can't help it!!☆

Thank you for letting me ramble :D

AWE!!!! That’s so sweet of you 🥺🥺💖💓💞💓💖💓💓💖. If there’s one thing I know these cookies enjoy, it’s the good ol’ holiday spirit! The fact that it’s already drawing new cookies to visit your kingdom too…. Your land’s gonna be a tourist hotspot in no time!

The fact you and Spinach are helping each other out too 🥺🥺🥺. Y’all are just the absolute sweetest!!! I can’t even fathom how much she appreciates that new outfit. Especially with the fact you were able to get the 3 top fashion designers to make it?!? She’s gonna feel oh-so spoiled~!

And hey, even if she notices your blush, I’m sure she’ll find it real endearing. She’s probably had a bit of blush herself, and it’s certainly not just from the cold weather 😉☺️. But hey, I’ll make sure none of the cookies spill your, shall we call it, secret(?).

[the-widow-sisters]

i know i request so many fics, but i love your writing so damn much i can’t help myself. since it’s getting closer to winter, i think this would be a cute one shot: natasha and yelena getting snowed into the avengers compound with the rest of the team. queue lots of cuddling, hot cocoa and being buried under blankets together, and both girls wearing hoodies and pajamas. maybe as a bonus, the team being so happy and feeling warm and fuzzy inside because both of the girls who have been through so much are happy and content together. soft domestic stuff, where everyone is happy and alive lol. thank you!! i continue to love your writing everyday, and i reread your fics all the time. you truly have an amazing talent, and i think you’re so awesome! hugs, and thank you again!! 🥰🥰

A/N: Oh, my gosh, thank you so much 🥺💖 You are just the sweetest! You are an incredible writer and it means a lot to hear that from you!

And thank you so, so much for this wonderful request! This was so adorable, and I love writing some fluff for my girls 🥰

I hope you enjoy! 😊

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“Okay, so great news… The soonest that a snow plough guy can get here is tomorrow afternoon,” Tony announced, irritation rolling off of him as he strode into the room to address the group gathered there that consisted of Peter, Natasha, Yelena, Steve, Sam, and Clint.

Yelena and Natasha shared a glance, the both of them having aimed on going back home for the night, but now that this development had occurred, they knew they were going to be stuck there for a while longer.

The Avengers had gathered for a meeting, snow falling quite a bit outside, and they all had elected to stay in for a bit until the snow stopped falling so intensely. However, when they had went downstairs to check and see how the ground was looking, they realized that they were completely stuck by masses of fallen snow covering the doors.

“So we’re snowed in?” Peter questioned, looking worried as he pointed out the obvious.

“Looks that way, kid,” Tony replied, folding his arms over his chest. Yelena just shrugged, not seeming too disturbed by the whole thing.

“Well, we might as well get comfortable,” Yelena informed him, shifting her weight from either side as she looked at the staircase carefully. Natasha noticed her glances and was beginning to get a good idea of what Yelena was planning.

After a moment of quiet, Yelena just shrugged.

“Well, if no one needs us and since we have nothing better to do, we will be back shortly to join you,” Yelena told them, and Natasha immediately knew what Yelena meant by the statement. Yelena took the silence as her cue to grab Natasha’s hand firmly in her own and tug her sister to their room in the tower.

The blonde was a little bit sleepy and given the longing glances she kept giving Natasha, the redhead knew that she wanted cuddles. And the best way to give cuddles was to be dressed in more comfortable clothes than they were in at the moment. Natasha honestly thought it was absolutely adorable, and she wanted to

Soon enough, they were both in their shared room, and Yelena started to pilfer through the dresser, pulling out a pair of pajama bottoms and throwing them at Natasha quickly.

Natasha just huffed fondly before removing her jeans and replacing them with her pajama pants. Yelena then proceeded to change her cargo pants to a pair of pajamas. Natasha narrowed her eyes a little with a slight smile.

“Are those my pants?” Natasha questioned, and Yelena just glanced at her slightly.

“If they are, what’re you going to do about it?” Yelena challenged, and Natasha just raised an eyebrow.

“Y’know, if you like my clothes so much, why don’t you just go to the store and try to replicate my wardrobe?” Natasha asked, and Yelena shook her head.

“It would not be the same because I wouldn’t be aggravating you nearly as much,” Yelena informed her, and Natasha simply rolled her eyes, well-aware of the true reason.

She knew that Yelena just liked wearing her stuff because it made her feel safe and she liked the smell of them. Natasha knew this because she felt the same way every time that she wore Yelena’s vest. It was why Yelena’s vest was what she wore any time she was sad. Such a strong piece of her sister really helped her through things.

They soon enough changed clothes, and Yelena grabbed Natasha’s hand firmly.

“Let’s go downstairs to the big, comfy chair,” Yelena told her happily, and Natasha just chuckled as she let Yelena drag her along. She held her weight back a little just to give Yelena a bit of a hard time.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay up here? We’re already at the bed, and it’s comfy, too,” Natasha offered with a smile, teasing her just a little, and Yelena stopped, looking at Natasha with a completely unimpressed expression.

“But it’s not like the recliner. And besides, I’m hoping that the Star Spangled Speedo will make some of his famous hot chocolate,” Yelena told her, and Natasha just grinned knowingly, immediately understanding precisely why Yelena was in such a hurry to get back downstairs.

Natasha let Yelena drag her back downstairs, and they quickly arrived back in the main room. All of the guys except for Steve were distributed across the couches, but the recliner was left alone. Something told Natasha that Tony and Clint had something to do with it if their fond gazes and nods in her direction were anything to go by.

Natasha sat down first, situating herself in the chair, and she let out a grunt as soon as Yelena let all of her weight fall down on her older sister. Natasha wrapped her arms around Yelena, and the blonde just rested her head on Natasha’s chest happily. She then looked up, glancing about before settling her gaze on Peter.

“Hey, where did America the Brave run off to?” Yelena questioned, and Peter grinned widely.

“I asked him to make some hot chocolate as soon as you left. He should be back soon,” Peter excitedly informed her, and Yelena smiled, full of satisfaction as she just chuckled happily.

“Ah, little Peter, you’re a boy after my own heart,” Yelena told him. He wrinkled his nose slightly at the nickname, but mostly ignored it. Yelena had been calling him that since she met him and his dislike for it had slowly faded as he realized the fondness behind it.

After a few moments of the guys talking happily with Natasha adding her input occasionally, Yelena started to shift uncomfortably on top of Natasha, sticking her cold nose against Natasha’s neck.

“I’m cold,” Yelena whined softly, her words quiet as she uttered them so that only Natasha could hear. Of course, Peter could hear as well due to his enhanced senses, but Natasha knew that Yelena did not feel judged by him and trusted the boy because of his undyingly kind heart.

“And I’m warm,” Natasha replied to her, her voice full of teasing as she raised an eyebrow at the younger woman. Natasha’s hands were cold, but she was mostly focused on the warmth radiating across the majority of her body from Yelena’s weight on top of her. Yelena just narrowed her eyes slightly as she pulled back to look at Natasha.

“Well, of course you’re warm. You’re being warmed by what little body heat I have,” Yelena whined more dramatically, her voice slightly louder, and Natasha just rolled her eyes fondly before looking at Peter, knowing he was listening judging by his slightly amused glance in their direction.

“Can you please hand me that blanket for whiny-butt here?” Natasha asked Peter, pointing at the blanket draped over the couch. She could feel Yelena’s glare on her face, but she chose to ignore the look in favor of keeping her eyes on Peter, knowing it would just irritate Yelena even more. Peter wasted no time in picking the blanket up swiftly, balling it up some to toss it over to Natasha.

“Thank you,” Natasha muttered, knowing Peter could hear her as she focused her attention on firmly flopping the blanket and draping it over her and Yelena. Once she had extended it over them, she nestled back into the cushions, and she could feel Yelena relaxing more against her.

Natasha finally looked down at her fondly, smiling at her softly.

However, she was met with Yelena’s own evil grin as the blonde ran her chilled hands underneath Natasha’s shirt and onto her sides and stomach. Natasha gasped quickly, but swiftly regained control over herself as she glared at Yelena with slight disapproval. Yelena just smirked and wrapped her arms around so that her cold hands were touching Natasha’s back.

Natasha groaned slightly, rolling her eyes, but a slight grin came onto her face as she ran her own, much colder hands onto Yelena’s back. Yelena jumped with the feeling, a strangled yelp escaping her, and she narrowed her eyes at Natasha with something that could only be described as betrayal. Natasha just raised an eyebrow playfully before withdrawing one of hands and playfully gripping Yelena’s chin.

“Two can play that game, sweet girl,” Natasha murmured to her, making sure her voice was low enough so that most of the Avengers could not overhear. Yelena huffed slightly, her chin heavily leaning into Natasha’s grip.

“Here’s the hot chocolate!” Steve cheerily announced, and Peter immediately opened his hands as Steve brought in a tray of mugs, eager to get his cup. Natasha did not miss how Yelena’s eyes focused on the passing mugs, her honey-greens locked onto them firmly. Natasha could not help the slight smile on her face in reply to Yelena’s absolutely adorable fixation on chocolate.

“Took your own sweet time getting here with it. I’m surprised it’s still warm,” Tony jabbed, but anyone could see that he was just kidding with the super soldier. Steve just raised an eyebrow slightly.

“They say that things get better with age,” Steve told him, and Tony looked a little surprised at Steve’s witty reply. Steve just straightened with a slight smile, offering more of the mugs to the other Avengers. Clint and Sam took theirs, and Sam had an enormous grin on his face as he held out his hand to fist-bump Steve. Steve returned the gesture with a chuckle.

“There you go, man!” Sam praised, and Steve’s smile grew a little as he finally reached Natasha and Yelena. Yelena unwrapped herself from Natasha quickly, settling between Natasha’s legs as she reached out and grabbed the mugs. She handed one to Natasha and she eagerly began sipping at her own despite the temperature.

Natasha rolled her eyes at Yelena’s eagerness.

“You’re going to burn your tongue,” Natasha warned, but Yelena did not listen, simply drinking more of the stuff. However, after just a moment, she pulled her mouth away from the mug swiftly, releasing a sharp exhale as she obviously tried to relieve some of the overwhelmingly hot temperature inside of her mouth.

“Told you,” Natasha told her with a raise of an eyebrow, and Yelena groaned.

“Don’t rub it in,” Yelena whined slightly, her voice somewhat hushed as she tried to keep her dramatics mostly just between her and Natasha.

“Oh, dang it, I burned my tongue, too!” Peter cried, and Tony laughed heartily, patting the boy on the back affectionately.

“It’s okay, kid. Just give it a break for a minute and let things cool down,” Tony told him sympathetically, and Yelena turned a grumpy glare to Natasha.

“See? Stark gets it, and he’s sympathetic.”

“Well, if he’s so sympathetic, then why don’t you go and sit on him?” Natasha teased, her voice warm. She took a sip from her hot chocolate and she almost laughed at the look of pure offense on Yelena’s face.

Yelena just harrumphed, sitting back against Natasha and squishing herself more firmly against her older sister. Natasha chuckled in reply to her, and she pressed a somewhat wet-lipped kiss to the side of Yelena’s face, her mouth covered in hot chocolate. Yelena winced, her nose wrinkling as she furiously wiped her cheek with her sleeve in disgust.

“Ugh! You’re so disgusting!” Yelena declared and Natasha laughed, feeling her chest warm with her sister’s reaction. Natasha sometimes found her terribly cute when she was annoyed. At least, when Yelena did not retaliate with something herself.

Natasha quickly did not find Yelena so adorable anymore when Yelena pressed a gross, hot-chocolate-covered kiss against Natasha’s cheek close to her nostril. Natasha scrunched her entire face, moving her head down and wiping her face on Yelena’s hoodie that she had stolen from Natasha. Yelena let out a sound of protest, but Natasha simply ignored her.

Natasha then raised her head back up, continuing with her hot chocolate but keeping her eyes on Yelena to make sure that her nasty little turd sister was not going to pull another stunt.

Yelena just watched her carefully, sipping on her hot chocolate.

The other Avengers were talking, but Natasha was not paying them any attention, her focus too intensely upon her younger sister. Yelena did not seem to be focusing on them either, her gaze never leaving Natasha. They held each other in a long staring contest, their mouths lowered to their mugs as they sipped more and more of the hot chocolate.

Finally, Natasha broke, and Yelena grinned in victory, pulling her mouth away from the mug. Natasha’s eyes softened and a fond laugh erupted from her as she eyed her little sister. Yelena furrowed her brow, trying to understand the source of Natasha’s amusement.

Natasha just shook her head wordlessly, moving her thumb forward and gently wiping at the hot chocolate mustache on Yelena’s upper lip, the cream from the mug making a mess on her. Natasha then held out her thumb to Yelena for her to lick. Yelena started to extend her tongue, but she froze mid-way, narrowing her eyes at Natasha.

“Your hands are clean, right?” Yelena questioned, and Natasha shrugged noncommittally. Yelena just stared at her for a moment, and Natasha held her urge to laugh together as the younger girl debated her next move. However, she soon decided that the cream was irresistible and with a quick lick, she quickly had the glob in her mouth.

“Y’know, come to think of it, I used the bathroom a few minutes ago and forgot to wash my— ow!” Natasha laughed, Yelena punching her arm that was not holding hot chocolate in retaliation for her words.

“Jerk,” Yelena muttered, but she then pressed her cheek against Natasha’s arm, repositioning herself so that she was across Natasha’s lap in the recliner as she offered her older sister affection. She shifted her head so that it was against Natasha’s shoulder, and Natasha wasted no time in moving her arm up and around Yelena as she cradled her against her, putting down her hot chocolate mug to more fully embrace the blonde as Yelena clutched her mug gently and let it rest against Natasha’s stomach and on top of the blankets.

Once Natasha lifted her gaze from her sister, still feeling a haze of love and warmth within her, she froze as she realized the Avengers were staring at the pair with soft smiles on their faces.

Yelena soon seemed to realize Natasha’s lack of movement, and she looked up at her curiously. Yelena then moved her head, furrowing her brow as she craned her neck to look over at the Avengers. Once she spotted the group staring at her and Natasha, she jutted out her chin defiantly.

“What are you all staring at?” Yelena questioned, challenging anyone to make fun of her position cuddled on Natasha’s lap, and Natasha snorted lightly, a grin coming onto her face. However, she was mostly curious about why they were all staring so much.

Tony and Peter shared a slight glance and Tony squeezed the back of the boy’s neck affectionately. Sam and Steve just shook their heads with slight grins, and Clint shrugged with a smile of his own.

“It’s just nice to see you two so happy,” Clint admitted, and the other guys nodded in agreeance. Natasha’s eyes softened, and she smiled a bit, unable to keep away the fondness swelling within her for her weird little family. Yelena lost all signs of sarcasm as she looked down at her hot chocolate mug.

After a moment, she pressed the majority of her face against Natasha, and the redhead quickly recognized this as an attempt to hide any emotion that was rising up within her. Natasha just sighed contentedly, a smile on her face as she dropped her gaze and brought her hand up to thread through Yelena’s hair.

The Avengers then kept conversing, and Natasha leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the top of Yelena’s head. Yelena just snuggled more deeply against her, and Natasha could not help the giant grin that spread across her face.

This was undoubtedly the best way that Natasha could think of to spend a day snowed in.

[wvffles]

established relationship?? hurt/comfort?? sickfic?? this may as well have been one of those little box string traps, this trifecta is my weakness, and these were so good!!😩💗💗

Right now he's Monica, trying to convince you he's in tip-top shape, while you're Chandler, just trying to get him to use tissues instead of his flannel sleeve to wipe his runny nose.

ahhh i loveee mondler 😩 this reference was so cute. 🥺 he’s just as stubborn as she was in that episode lmaooo (also i think of that ep every time i have to use vapor rub 😔🤣)

He swallows a couple of cautious spoonfuls of the soup, pausing when he realizes that its warmth actually feels good down his sore and scratchy throat. It tastes pretty good too, especially with the warm, buttered slices of bread on the side.

the way you describe food in your stories reminds me of watching a studio ghibli film and seeing the food animations — i get that same feeling of “oh my gosh that looks/sounds amaaaazing” 🙂‍↕️🫶🏽 so good

After he's done eating, you take the plates away and help him back into bed. You linger there, slipping your fingers through his soft brown hair and pressing a kiss to his clammy forehead.

"I really need you to rest, okay," you say quietly. "If you need anything, just text me or Sam. Don't get out of bed."

i’m so soft stoooooop 😭 our boy getting the love and affection he deserves <333 this was too sweet 😔💖

Sheriff Beau Arlen is the type to run himself into the ground because he's so damn into his work.

agreed :’)

"How long until I'm allowed out, warden?" he asks.

"Until you can stand without keeling over," you dryly reply. A smile tugs at your lips. "Remind me to stop by CVS to grab you a Life Alert."

the banter 😩🫠 agh, so so sweeeeet ���💞

You can already tell this man is going to settle into you taking care of him just fine.

he’s so funny for that lmfaoo i love him 😭 I’d happily take care of him ofc…buuut i’d also give him some caldo de pollo and put cough drops in his tea so he could recover asap 😅🤣

"Fuck," he groans, dragging a hand over his face before he turns onto his back. "This's gotta be some kind of bullshit hangover."

now ben you know damn well 💀

(He tries the tea, grimaces, and spits it out when you're not looking.)

😭😭 i can’t even blame him for that lmfao

"We live in the city. Where the hell would we put a boat?"

"In a yacht club, where it belongs," Ben retorts.

joey core 🤣 (sorta)

"Why can't you just eat what I lovingly made, just for you," you snipped back.

He rolls his eyes at your attitude, but he pipes down. In that silence, he's conceding that you have a point.

period 🙂‍↕️💅🏽 loll

You smile and reward him with a sweet kiss on his forehead, brushing his hair back as you do so.

"See? That's not so hard, huh?" you can't help but needle him. "It's okay, baby. I'll take care of you."

He eyes you dryly, but he won't admit that there's a different kind of warmth coiling in his chest.

aaaand i’m soft again 😔🥺 ben be like:

now i’ll admit, I haven’t seen 10 inch hero yet :’) however, I thought priestly’s hcs were adorable, he just seems like a very lovable goofball lol <33 (kinda gives me alternative shaggy from scooby doo vibes?)

"O-Oh yeah?" you ask.

Priestly tries to gauge your reaction. Seeing your face break out into a cute, shy smile raises the corners of his lips. Hope blooms in his chest, right beneath your hand.

"Yeah," he says, trying to clear his cracking throat.

like this was absolutely adorable 💘💘

these were all so good alex!!💓 i think dean was my favorite for this batch of hcs, not sure if the friends reference made me biased 🤣 but as always, these headcanons were lovely 🫶🏽

HEADCANON: Man Flu

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader || Beau Arlen x Reader || Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader || Boaz Priestly x Reader

HC: When Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Boaz Priestly get sick, how would they act when you (try to) take care of them?

AN: After reading I Got You by @bettystonewell (Dean x Reader) and The Best Kind of Medicine by @lamentationsofalonelypotato (Soldier Boy x Reader), I realized that I've never actually written a sick-fic before. Here it is in headcanon form, since you guys seem to like these! lol 💜

Also adding Priestly to this lineup for the first time because some of you have been requesting more of him recently. 😉

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, hurt/comfort, sick-fic, some needy affection-starved men who don't want to admit they're needy, lots of fluff.~

Dean Winchester

He's not sick. Because he doesn't get sick.

Dean claims he has the constitution of a horse, but you still take the beer out of his hand before he can take a sip at 10:00 a.m.

He's too busy interrupting himself, namely by coughing half a lung, wheezing, blinking teary eyes -- the whole phlegmy nine yards.

Sam shakes his head, casting you a look that frankly says, Good luck.

He knows his brother is stubborn as hell, and one of the things Dean dislikes most is being fussed over for "no reason." Being seen as weak. Not being able to just shrug his shoulders and shake it off.

To be fair, Dean tries. Except this time it's accompanied by a body shiver and a reluctant sniffle. His pallid face is drawn, and his usually strong and solid frame looks unsteady as he leans a hand on the War Room table.

"Okay, come on, Rambo. Let's get you back into bed," you say, guiding your boyfriend back to the room you share with him.

"I'm find," he insists, even as he begrudgingly accepts the gentle pressure of your hand on his back and shoulder, pushing him down to the bed.

"Sure you are, baby," you say with a smirk. "You're in the primb of libe."

Dean shoots you a narrowed look. Damn you for forcing him to binge-watch all those episodes of Friends late at night when you both can't sleep.

Right now he's Monica, trying to convince you he's in tip-top shape, while you're Chandler, just trying to get him to use tissues instead of his flannel sleeve to wipe his runny nose.

After taking his boots off, you get him to change out of his jeans and back into his sweatpants. Then you manage to get him to lay down under the covers with the promise of coming back with medicine and soup.

"I don't want soup, damn it," he grumbles. You just roll your eyes and rub his arm.

"Just rest. I'll be back with the Vicks."

As you might expect, Dean is not an easy patient.

He refuses to drink tea, but he does down the pills you bring for him, with a measured toss of his head that still makes his head swim. He groans.

He swallows a couple of cautious spoonfuls of the soup, pausing when he realizes that its warmth actually feels good down his sore and scratchy throat. It tastes pretty good too, especially with the warm, buttered slices of bread on the side.

"You made this?" he asks.

"Mhmm," you nod, smiling. If nothing else, good food will pacify this man. "Chicken and wild rice, made especially for you."

"Hmm. S' good," he nods in reply. He manages to finish the bowl.

He has to admit, if just to himself, that he does feel like shit.

He won't admit that the way you're rubbing his back, the gentle pressure of your nails between his shoulders and down his spine relaxes him, makes him feel better.

He knows that you care about him. That you love him. But this is one of those moments where it hits him, just how much.

It's a little overwhelming. A heavy swell of pressure fills his chest, so he tries not to let himself think about it for very long.

(He fails.)

After he's done eating, you take the plates away and help him back into bed. You linger there, slipping your fingers through his soft brown hair and pressing a kiss to his clammy forehead.

"I really need you to rest, okay," you say quietly. "If you need anything, just text me or Sam. Don't get out of bed."

Dean grasps your hand before you can move away from him. Since you're probably going to wash your hands anyway, he lays a kiss on the back of your hand.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Beau Arlen

Sheriff Beau Arlen is the type to run himself into the ground because he's so damn into his work.

He wants to do well in his station of responsibility, and he feels like he has to make up for his performance during the summer madness of Buck Barnes and Avery...and everything in between.

You just have to make Beau realize that he needs to slow down, before he well and truly burns himself out.

You put your foot down one morning.

He tries to get out of bed but has to pause, his head swimming. He takes a couple of steadying breaths while sitting on the edge of the bed.

You notice with a frown. "Hey, you okay?"

"Fine. Just fine," he answers a little too breathlessly. He raises a hand to his head. His throat is sticky and coarse. He wrinkles his nose when he also feels a sneeze coming on.

"Just need a...a...mugh-ah-ha-hugh."

His coughing sneeze makes you grimace. You didn't even know someone could sneeze and cough at the same time.

"Aw, babe. You're sick," you say as you move over to him, resting a hand on his back. He shakes his head and groans.

"Nah, can't be sick. Gotta lot of work to do today," he says. His voice is like gravel blended with broken glass. It would actually be sexy, if for the distinctly un-sexy way he tries to clear the great wad of phlegm from his throat.

He tries to rock himself onto his feet, but there he sways on the landing. You hurry out of bed to grab his arm and steady him.

"Oh no, you don't. Back into bed," you say.

"Aw, sweetheart. I'll be fine--"

"No. Lay down. You're not going in today," you say more firmly, all while you tuck the man back into bed with the blankets covering him.

"All right, all right. No need to be so pushy," he can't help but tease.

It earns a small smirk on your face. It seems like his man flu hasn't yet deprived him of his sense of humor.

"I thought you liked that though," you reply. You sit on the edge of the bed and rub his chest. He groans in defeat.

"Can't believe this," he grumbles. "Today of all days--"

"There's always going to be another case. This is your body telling you that you need to slow down," you tell him. "So how about this. I'm gonna call in one of my sick days, and we'll bunker in together."

You stroke his bearded cheek. He quirks a smile, grabbing your hand and squeezing warmly.

"How long until I'm allowed out, warden?" he asks.

"Until you can stand without keeling over," you dryly reply. A smile tugs at your lips. "Remind me to stop by CVS to grab you a Life Alert."

"All right, har har haugh--" His sarcasm ends on a very real, wheezing cough. Your amused smile drops. You relent from your teasing and stroke his chest once more.

"Okay, just rest. Let me get you some actual medicine and I'll be right back."

He stops you by grabbing your wrist. "Hey, uh...can I have some chicken noodle soup later?"

"Of course, baby. I'll swing by the store now and get some stuff for you."

"And some saltines?"

"Saltine crackers on the side. Got it."

You're about to head to the bathroom to brush your teeth before you start getting ready to go to the store, but once again, Beau's needy hand stops you.

"Before you go, some tea with honey and lemon would be good. Just something for my throat," he croaks.

You smile and nod. "Yeah, for sure. That'll be better for you than coffee."

"Oh, and can you gimme that quilt over there?" he asks, pointing to your favorite knitted blanket at the edge of the bed. You graciously lay it over his form and drop a kiss onto his forehead.

"And some cough drops. Thank you, darlin'," Beau adds.

Your lips begin to press together, but you nod and continue getting dressed.

You can already tell this man is going to settle into you taking care of him just fine.

Soldier Boy (Ben)

Neither of you thought it was possible, considering his super genes that allowed him to eat and booze and drug harder than Andre the Giant and Keith Richards put together.

But one day, your over six-foot super soldier goes down hard. The warning signs came the night before, when you could hardly sleep with the way he was snoring like a grizzly bear.

In the morning, he wakes bleary-eyed with a runny nose and a coughing fit hard enough to shake the bed.

"Fuck," he groans, dragging a hand over his face before he turns onto his back. "This's gotta be some kind of bullshit hangover."

You move over to him in bed and feel the intense warmth of his clammy forehead. Your brows draw together in concern.

"No, I think you're sick."

"Not possible," he grumbles. "I haven't been sick since..."

Well, since he was a kid, probably. He won't admit it, but he's surprised he still has that memory lodged in the back of his mind.

It comes to the forefront now: your hand on his cheek unknowingly mimics his mother's gentle touch, her soft, kind voice.

"Aw, my sweet boy. Let's get you feeling better."

He can almost recall the floral scent of her perfume, echoes of it in the shampoo you use.

Ben claims he's fine, that he doesn't need your help or want the medicine and tea you bring for him. (He tries the tea, grimaces, and spits it out when you're not looking.)

He's a sourpatch grumbly patient who only begrudgingly stays put in bed when you ask him to. He doesn't mind lying around and watching movies all day, not to mention episode after episode of Below Deck. It reminds him that he wants to get back into boating.

"Hey, sweetheart," he calls to you from the bedroom, his voice croaking all the while. "I'm getting you a yacht for Valentine's Day. You want it all white, or throw in a bit of gold? Actually, check out this one with the navy trim."

You roll your eyes to yourself when you step back into the room. You're carrying a tray with a large bowl of soup and a fifth of whiskey. He claims the latter will help soothe his throat, and you don't have the heart to argue with him when he's clearly feeling so shitty.

"You mean you're getting you a yacht," you reply wryly. "We live in the city. Where the hell would we put a boat?"

"In a yacht club, where it belongs," Ben retorts. He hooks an arm around your waist and peruses what you've brought him on the tray. He doesn't look all that interested.

"Look, I know you're not exactly a soupy kinda guy, but this'll make you feel better," you say.

"Why can't you put some fucking steak in it or something?" he grouses. He tries and fails to hide another wet cough.

"Why can't you just eat what I lovingly made, just for you," you snipped back.

He rolls his eyes at your attitude, but he pipes down. In that silence, he's conceding that you have a point. There was a time were all he had to do was glance in someone's direction, and there'd be some fucking moron to fulfill his every whim.

Now, you're probably the only one in the world that would actually do what you're doing...

Cooking for him, putting your heart into it, for the simple reason that you do care.

Ben takes the bowl of soup from your hands. Raising a brow, you offer him the spoon as well.

He eats without further complaint.

You smile and reward him with a sweet kiss on his forehead, brushing his hair back as you do so.

"See? That's not so hard, huh?" you can't help but needle him. "It's okay, baby. I'll take care of you."

He eyes you dryly, but he won't admit that there's a different kind of warmth coiling in his chest.

Boaz Priestly

"Uuuughhh, babe," he groans. "I feel like death on toast."

You're standing beside the bed with a smile playing on your lips. You brush back his for once un-gelled hair back from his face. It's weird to see it all limp and lifeless, slightly damp with sweat.

"Unironically, I should make you some toast," you reply. "What kind of medicine do we have?"

Priestly unearths his head from under his pillow to look up at you with miserable red-rimmed eyes and a sniffling, stuffy nose. "Can we count the tequila in the mini bar?"

"Maybe later," you laugh. "How are we on groceries?"

Priestly struggles to think. He takes your hand and rubs it back and forth across his chest. Maybe your sweet, loving touch has the power to clear away his congestion without him needing Vicks. Too minty.

"We have that pastrami I brought back from the shop," he says.

"That's six days old already," you shake your head.

"Aw, that's still good," he argues. "But uh, other than that, I think I have half a cheeseburger left from last night."

Last night's date at TGI Friday's, he means.

You heave a sigh. "Okay, clearly I'm going to the store. You just stay in bed and rest. Drink your tea."

He grimaces like a child. "I don't like tea."

"I know you don't like tea, but you need to drink it. It's good for your throat and your immune system."

He groans and flops back over onto his stomach. You bite your lip against a smile. He's such a whiny baby when he's sick.

Talk about Man Flu.

"Come on, be a good boy for me," you say, smacking him lightly on the ass. "Soon enough you'll feel better."

A smile creeps across his face where it's pressed against his pillow.

"Know what would really make me feel better?" he hedges. He tries to guide you down to him by tugging on your hand, but you resist him.

"Oh, no. You're not gonna get your germs all over me," you say.

"Hey, what happened to in sickness and in health?" he croaks. Even while under the weather, he's still plenty strong enough to grapple with you. He manages to yank you down. Laughing, you stumble into a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Huh, I don't remember exchanging any vows. You see a ring on this finger?" you tease, flashing your bare hand in his face to try and distract him and weasle out of his grip. "I can jump this ship anytime I want."

Priestly pouts. His arm hooks tighter around your waist. "Huh, guess you got me there..."

He turns his head and coughs roughly into his arm. Your amusement fades into concern and sympathy. You lay a hand over his chest while he struggles.

Once again, he clasps his free hand over yours. He glances up a bit hesitantly into your eyes.

"Well, maybe it's time there should be something on this finger," he murmurs.

You blink your eyes wider. Your head tilts, wondering if you just heard him right. Is this delirium fever talking, or is he serious?

"O-Oh yeah?" you ask.

Priestly tries to gauge your reaction. Seeing your face break out into a cute, shy smile raises the corners of his lips. Hope blooms in his chest, right beneath your hand.

"Yeah," he says, trying to clear his cracking throat. "I mean, if you're okay with that. If it's not too soon--"

You slip your fingers over his plush, chapped lips, and your smile brightens.

"When you're feeling better, you can ask me that question properly."

AN: 😆 I hope you liked the first ever addition of Priestly!! It was so fun to try and write him again (it's been a while lol). Feel free to imagine this vignette in the same storyverse as The Miracle Man and Code Red.

But I also hope you enjoyed the "Big 3," as I call them, even though Russell is starting to give Beau a run for his money on one of those slots. 😂 Let me know which guy you had the most fun reading on this one! 💜

And if you want even more fluff before Valentine's Day, check out my friend @waynes-multiverse who just posted her set of V-Day headcanons with Dean, Soldier Boy, Beau, and Russell: Headcanon: Valentine's Day 💕

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[inklore]

I think you are an amazing person, and I wish i possess half the talent you have. I really admire your tenacity and your passion for your works. I'm also envious of your talent too. I wish i'm that good.

oh my gosh, babes 🥺. i appreciate the compliments and love so much, you have no idea! but there’s no need to compare, we are all talented and amazing in our own ways. i am guilty of constantly comparing myself to others and wanting to change my writing/style because of it, but i’ve learned that i can’t thrive or be happy or let my talent show if i’m too busy comparing.

i don’t want anyone to compare themselves to me, i want yalls talent to thrive and shine and not have the shadowing of comparison bringing you down. i love you, anon, i adore you, you are talented, and your beautiful words to me and encouragement means so much. 💖

confess something you've thought about me on anon!

[taegularities]

OH MY FREAKING GODDDDDD 😭😭😭 i shit u not my heart leapt to my throat when i saw the notification for RY 😭 every single one of these 10.5k words are so special to me this has to be one of my favorite things that i’ve read from you 🥺 this part was so beautifully written i s2g everything you described about their relationship hits so good, it IS all about the yearning dear lord 😭 i can’t help but feel like something devastating is gonna happen after all this angsty fluff 😭😭

you’ve gotta be one of my favorite writers on tumblr, it’s insane to think i only found your blog less than 3 weeks ago. and idk if you remember this but i was the anon that downloaded ur stuff from ao3 just to highlight my fav parts (i was v new to ur blog and v shy!!) 😭 i love writing and i dabbled from time to time but never really found the time/courage to fully get into it but in all seriousness, you’ve inspired me so so much in such a short amount of time that i’ve started to get back into it again and more seriously than i ever have and hopefully some day i can publish something of my own on here!!

this is kinda rambly and word vomitty i just couldn’t contain myself while i was reading it and as soon as i was done i had to go straight here to say this 🥺 you’re always one of the highlights of my day with ur fics or even just ur snippets of them and ur answers to questions about them!! you’re genuinely one of my fav people even tho all i’ve done is send u a couple asks lol. anyways you’re amazing and magnificent i love you have a good day 🥺🥰💖

oh my god ??? no kidding, i waited w answering this ask cos it's SO KIND I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY? first of all, ur excitement for this series has my heart pounding too, and it makes me incredibly happy that u enjoyed the fic and the yearning 🥺 and yeah, devastation is on the way for sure...

and yes omg i remember u !!! it means so much to me that i could inspire u in any way 🥺 i am rooting for u and i know that whatever u publish, it will be amazing ❤️

and gosh, one of the highlights of ur day? one of ur fav people? i swear, i don't deserve u wtf i adore u to bits !!! 🥺😭 i hope u are having the most beautiful day, bcos gosh, someone as precious and amazing as u deserves it <3333

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

^ GIGI’S REACTION STARTER PACK Y’ALL.

Oh my gosh, I’M DEFINITELY NOT CRYING RIGHT NOW. Pictured here: early in the morning for me, ready to go to work, and I’m here, morning absolutely made, STARING AT MY SCREEN IN INEXPLICABLE ADORATION BECAUSE AAAAAAAAAH LOOK AT MY GIRL, MY MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL, LOOK AT HER, JUST—😭😭😭

The voluminous red hair??? That soft smile (I’m sure she’s looking at her Miraak 🥰)??? Her lashes and those gorgeous amber eyes??? HER TINY FRECKLES!!! I LOVE IT THAT YOU REMEMBERED HER FRECKLES...🥺🤲 AND THAT OUTFIT 😳 I’M FLUSTERING AND TWIRLING MY HAIR... 😳 You’re so right! I think Miraak would probably have a heart attack if he saw her dressed like that... (He Will, poor Raak...👀) Also, I really love the background! Those little flowers in yellow shades are so her! 🌼

My friend, I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to draw my Jia... And for all your lovely words, you really sparked my writing and blorbo mojo, you’re so sweet! And don’t feel nervous! You drew her LIKE THE GODDESS SHE IS, SHE’S BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL, and I’m sure I won’t stop looking at her for a long while! 💖🫂💖🫂

jia, @bougainvillea-and-saltwater’s lovely last dragonborn!

[jayflrt]

i've never thought the adam's apple being involved in that omg you're a genius- so you're like tom and jerry or something like that? 💀 our friends say it's a coincidence but he says it was our fate and i'm just- idk how to act when he says something sweet istg

same, i see the whole "real man" topic as the biggest red flag because they're so obsessed with that??? I DIDN'T KNEW EXISTED SOMETHING LIKE DESTROY DICK DECEMBER AND NOW I NEED TO GO AND ASK MY BOY FRIENDS LOL but no, in my highschool they did it all,,, in a WEEK

i hope you're getting all the rest that your body needs and hope you're taking care of yourself, darling < 3 i'm an english translator and somehow i'm working for my uni, pls someone free my soul 😭 i'm sleeping a lot because i'm in quarentine since i tested positive and istg being awake it's PAINFUL

habits aren't something easy to make so u're doing amazing, honey!! money it's such a thing when you're a student- i eat pasta a lot of times in a week bc eating healthy it is not cheap and my roomies always find a way to turn vegetables into junk food, lord save me

considering some people call jay "jungseong", you're into jun(s) definitely. omg that sounds like such a fun plan!! i hope you're treating yourself these days and your day is going well < 3

- 🏹 anon

HAHAHA stroke of luck ig 🤩🤩 but yeah i can definitely characterize our friendship as a tom and jerry type 🤧 i actually adore watching kpop compilations of those type of friendships like sunghoon and sunoo :’) WAIT HE CALLS IT FATE THATS SO CUTE D; this man is so down bad for you 💓💓

any man who says “real man” will have me running at 10 mph in the opposite direction 🤚 i can’t deal with toxic masculinity i’m TIREDD and omfg how does destroy dick december even last most than a week 😭 i don’t have a dick but like .. don’t they have a longer recovery period 😵‍💫

oh my gosh PLEASE get some rest 😭😭🤲 working AND a translator ?? i see you’re booked and busy 🤧 im taking care of myself tho thank you sm for checking in 🥺💖 pls take care of yourself too tho and i hope you recover from covid soon !! :( i would send u a care basket if i could SOB being sick is so painful </3

omg RIGHT !!! it sucks that healthy food is wayy more expensive <//3 the food industry is so sick in that sense by telling us to eat well and then making all the junk food options way cheaper and thus more appealing to buy </3 but yk pasta is always great :’)) at least it’s a good portioned meal ! 💓

and these days for me is just internship + classes !! how about you? do you get a break from work bc of your covid result? :o

[bbbambam]

All this talk about chicken is making he hungry 🤤🤣 but it's true Hawks sort of reminds of chicken too! Lol 🤣 Which reminds me I have a pack of Korean fire noodles but I don't wanna eat it coz that it was soo expensive and what if I want more 😵💫 also I don't have time to sit back and enjoy it 🤧

Ooh wind... so like an airbender from avatar 👀 as for me I've always liked Gwen's power (from ben 10) the whole manipulating mana thing! But I also want the wings 😭 For the breathing style I think Water breathing... 🤔 like Giyuu!

I LOVE SPICY FOOD! I need smthing spicy everyday or I don't feel like eating 😁 Wait- that's soo sweet 🥺 and not just shoto- Imagine you're bad at cooking so bakugo helps does most of the work while grumbling how you can't do these things but deep down he's enjoying it 🤭💞

*hugs you back* I rather live in ignorant bliss 😅 P.S I love it when you call me sissy!! Yeah I'm everyone's older sister even at home but I love it when you say it like that 😗

trueeee — and like look at those red wings, also looks like a barbecue chicken if ya ask me シ gosh i’m hungry now —

ah i remember eating it once (not mine ofc — but a friend say i should try a bite — but it end with only that one bite… period… 😑) hm they’re expensive? i never bought ‘em so i haven’t known, oh honey i think you should take some rest <3

yup! simply bc i’m an air sign bahahaha XD hm i do not have lots of knowledge about american tv shows but i’ve heard of it / seldomly saw em when i was young! hmmm perhaps you could make it a combination! that would look v. cool! imo!! <33

ooooooo another water user!! hey tanjiro! listen, my sissy here is your new senior, why don’t ya go greet her a bit, hm?

😯 my big sis really love spicy food too! she usually ate a lot more than normal when there’s spicy food lol

E X A C T L Y. i — oml i never thought it could be this sweet but — 🥺🥺🥺 honey that sounds so adorable i love the idea of our boom boom boi being a tsundere sm 🤧💖

*snuggled a bit closer* we’re all rather be like that sometimes <3

that means you’re my official sissy now ♡︎ and bahahaha i’m pretty much of a lil sis for lots of ppl too! but i still adore it when someone says i’m like their sis, it makes me soft oh gosh — ♥️

psstttttt — help i’m no where farther than erwin’s death ep both bc i haven’t watch more yet and also bc my heart just can’t move on 😭😭😭 like omg having to choose between armin and erwin’s too cruel — like how could they??? my heart’s been torn and broken all over all over again. same old pain that it hurts so much 🥲 reminds me of baji & kyojuro —