#or will I have to fight for everything for the rest of my life?

[dafterdarling]

perfect for you // alexia putellas

alexia putellas x hockey!reader

warnings: fluff, mentions of injuries, minor angst, everything going wrong before it goes right

summary: Ingrid sets you up on a date- just you don't know who with

word count: 2043

a/n: while i wait for the poll to be done, here is some alexia fixing your life :)

The whole move to Barcelona was tragic and at this point you just wanted to pack up, move back to Norway and speak to absolutely no one- forever.

After tearing your rotator cuff to the point of no return, you had been forced to take an early retirement at 27 which broke your heart completely. You practically lived and breathed hockey since you could walk and you had refused to do any other sport for your entire life, so to one day just suddenly not be able to play- it broke you.

You became a shut in, contacted absolutely no one unless in a dire situation. Your relationship ended with a screaming match that left you with a hoarse voice and half of your furniture gone, most of your friends had been your teammates- and maybe they were just your teammates because the second you no longer played, they no longer checked in.

So you were lonely, miserable and living in an apartment without a TV stand or a sofa when Ingrid called.

Ingrid being one of the only friends you had outside of hockey- the two of you had met in kindergarten and practically grew up as next door neighbours. So she was probably the only one who could help you get out of this hole you'd dug for yourself.

Her plan? You move to Barcelona, something that you were greatly against because: One, you cannot speak Spanish to save your life, two, Spain is far too hot when it's supposed to be cold and that's when your reasons ended because in theory, you had absolutely nothing to lose and everything to gain.

So eventually, Ingrid convinces you to move to Spain and you follow through. Pack all your clothes, sell the furniture that brings back bad memories and don't renew your lease with the nice landlady.

Except the move is bad, horrific, tragic- you could go on. It started with your first flight being cancelled due to weather then the next- so you had to rot in the airport for six additional hours before finally boarding a flight to Barcelona.

The fight... is horrible- a child with the manners of a zoo animal kicks your seat repeatedly and your headphones are out of charge, so you're forced to listen to the cries of babies and passenger announcements.

Your only bag is lost for a brief period of two hours and you regret agreeing to Ingrid's idea for all two hours of waiting- Once you finally receive your bag, you get to see Ingrid outside the airport at the meet and greet section.

You immediately drop your bag and hug her because you truly can't remember the last time you saw her in person and not over some pixelated phone screen. She hugs you back with the same enthusiasm and the two of you stay like that for a while until Ingrid remembers about the parking fee.

The two of you climb into the car after shoving your bag in the trunk and Ingrid turns the radio on, it's some Spanish radio show that you don't understand and don't really care about.

"How are you?" Ingrid asks, still focused on the busy roads.

You let out a deep sigh-

"Oh no, that doesn't sound good," She laughs.

"Everything is going wrong for me today- two planes cancelled, some kid kicks my seat and my bag gets lost," You grumble out and arms put arms over your chest in frustration.

"What have I done wrong, Ingrid?"

"Nothing, Y/N," She hums out and you can't help but shake your head.

"I swear-"

"Listen to me, everything is going to get better," Ingrid tries to reassure you and you calm down slightly.

"So..." You start,

"How is Mapi?"

Ingrid chuckles and you spend the rest of the way talking about what's happening in her life rather than yours- She's still playing at Barca, Mapi's fine, Bagheera is thriving and she's happy. That's all you really want to know- and her saying it lights up your crappy day a bit.

It doesn't last long because after Ingrid drops you off and helps you settle into the apartment even though you tell her repeatedly that she doesn't need to, she leaves. Which means you're alone and left to you know devices.

You can't do much because by the time you're in your new home it's dark and putting furniture together at ten at night doesn't seem wise. Instead, you order pizza from the only place that speaks English in the vicinity and sit on your new mattress. You eat probably the greasiest pizza you've ever touched while watching hockey highlights.

You fall asleep soon after, wishing that you could get back on the ice.

It takes you two weeks to fully settle into your new apartment, putting together most of the furniture alone is a pain even if you put together the most difficult things with the help of Ingrid and Mapi. By the end, your house looks more like Ikea than an actual place with everything perfectly matching but you could care less because there are more important things to focus on like finding a job.

Job hunting in Norway had been difficult but finding a decent job in Spain was proving to be ten times harder- not only because you don't speak very much Spanish but also because you basically have no work experience.

So when you find an ad that, after translating, is at an ice rink, you jump at the opportunity. You somehow get the job and you finally get to spend your days sharpening blades on rental skates and creating schedules on excel rather than rotting at home.

Everything seems to be going good for a while, you make some friends with some of the regular skaters and go out with Ingrid at least once a week. Mapi tries to teach you Spanish and you actually feel like you're learning.

All is good until Ingrid calls you on Thursday at nine pm while you're re-watching your favourite Norwegian drama.

"Hey," You pick up and smile to yourself, wondering what Ingrid wanted to do this weekend.

Instead, she hits you with a bombshell,

"Hey, Y/N, are you free tomorrow after work?"

You nod as you reply, "Yeah, I should be, why?"

"Well- I have a date planned for you."

You freeze because what does Ingrid mean she has a date planned for you? You didn't ask to be set up- actually, you didn't want a date. You were perfectly happy alone, living your life in Barcelona, hanging out with Ingrid and her girlfriend, working at the rink. There was no need for dating- or a singular date.

"What- Ingrid," You stutter out.

"Before you say no-"

"No,"

"Please listen to me?" She pleads through the phone and your heart softens slightly because it's Ingrid.

"Fine,"

"Okay, so, she's Mapi's friend- best friend, she's sweet and super nice. We think you'll get along."

You sigh because of course Ingrid is scheming when everything is going good.

"Who is we?"

"Mapi and I-"

"Well, that's great," You scoff, there was no need for one person to be involved- let alone two.

"Come on- have you dated anyone since-"

"Don't, Ingrid," You say coldly because you really don't want to rehash your last relationship right now.

"Okay, okay... please consider it? She's super nice, you'll like her."

You swallow nervously and consider it. You hadn't dated anyone since your ex, Nora, and truth be told, you didn't really want to- not until Ingrid called you, it made you realise just how empty your apartment is and maybe just how much you rely on Ingrid and Mapi to keep you afloat.

"Err- okay, fine, I'll go."

You hear Ingrid chuckles then say something to Mapi in English,

"I'll send you all the details, okay?"

That's how you end up in a nice restaurant the next day. You're wearing your nicest clothes and you've put triple the amount of effort into your hair and makeup before coming here.

You look around the place as you wait for your mystery date to arrive. The place is nice- clearly a little upscale- but still has that homely environment that all good restaurants have.

You take a sip of your water and scan again- then suddenly someone is standing in front of the other seat at the table,

"Y/N?"

It's a woman and she's beautiful- you don't think you've seen anyone so wonderful gorgeous. She's wearing a low cut shirt with a blazer and tailored trousers but she could be wearing a trash bag and you'd think she was stunning.

"Hi- I mean, hola... err, yes, Y/N, that's me," You stumble over your words as she sits down.

She chuckles and orders something to drink when the waiter comes over immediately,

"I'm Alexia," She- Alexia, introduces herself.

Your mouth is suddenly very dry, "That's- that's a beautiful name,"

It slips out before you can stop it and you flush red at Alexia's shocked expression. Then you relax when she laughs and looks just as red as you.

"Thank you,"

She takes a sip of her drink and you do that same, locking eyes in the process.

"So-"

"You're-"

You both start and stop,

"You first," You gesture to Alexia and she nods,

"You're Ingrid's friend?"

"Yeah, known her a long time,"

You continue when Alexia doesn't follow up,

"I've just moved here- maybe... four weeks ago now?"

"From Norway?"

You nod and the waiter comes just as Alexia is about to ask another question- you order whatever the top dish is, you don't really care about the food. Not when Alexia has just walked into your life.

"Can-"

There's a pause and neither of you speak for a moment,

"Can I ask why?"

You knew this would come up- Of course if you mentioned just moving, she would ask why.

"I- I played hockey for a while, then I tore my rotator cuff... and couldn't play anymore- It's been a lot and Ingrid convinced me to move here. To start fresh,"

You finish rambling and meet Alexia's eyes- It's the first time someone looks at you like they understand, like they've felt your pain, like they've been that scared too.

Sure, Ingrid would listen to you cry and sooth you when you first got injured- but she hadn't been there. Hadn't suffered an injury at the apex of her career that ultimately ruined it.

"I tore my ACL in 2022- I thought I wasn't going to get through the rehab... All I wanted to do was play with my people- I've recovered now but... I understand you."

You try not to tear up because you feel so seen that it's illuminating.

"Do you play with Ingrid?" You ask, mainly out of curiosity because Ingrid didn't really discuss her teammate with you.

"I'm her captain,"

You stop in your tracks and laugh loudly- only Ingrid and Mapi would set you up with their captain.

The rest of the dinner goes fantastic and by the end of it you don't think you've ever been on a better date in your life. Alexia offers to drive you back and you take the opportunity straight away.

You get into Alexia's car and she drives you through the streets of Barcelona to your apartment- she even walks you all the way up to your apartment and you're suddenly faced with the door to your home.

"This is me," You turn to face Alexia and she smiles at you and your heart does a flip.

You don't know why you ask but you do anyway-

"Can I kiss you?"

Alexia looks a little taken aback for a second before a little pink dusts her cheeks and she nods.

You take the opportunity and kiss her- she tastes sweet and you wish you could stay in this moment forever with her plush lips against yours in front of your door.

You both pull away with a little red on your cheeks and you want to keep the image forever.

"Goodnight, Alexia."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

And with that you gently shut the door with a flushed face. Maybe Ingrid was right? Alexia was perfect for you.

[littelovelunette]

sevika and reader with babies/children?

through the power of the hexstrap (or adoption) sevika and reader have kids and fluff ensues

thank you🫶

Sevika's Little One (2)

Even though the childbirth wasn't exactly thought through and planned, you and Sevika still vowed to love her every step of the way no matter how hard life got.

You were in the delivery room, panting heavily after you'd given birth.

You felt a little light headed due to the loss of blood but the thought of holding your baby girl was enough for you to fight to stay awake.

“She's a beautiful, healthy girl.” The nurse said and handed her to you. You saw her, the tiny red face all scrunched up trying to adjust to the lighting of the hospital room, fists clenched tight in the towel she was in.

“O-oh, hi…” you said weakly, “She's so… she's so beautiful.” You said, trying not to sob in happiness but you couldn't help it.

Sevika was next to you, even though she had tears in her eyes although she refused to acknowledge it.

“What do you want to name her?” Sevika asked, her voice a little shaky, as you passed her to Sevika's arms.

She was careful, holding her in such a way that her flesh arm was in contact with her little bundled up body, instead of her mechanical arm. “She looks like me.” Sevika said, voice weak as she watched the little baby in her arms intently.

“Heather.” You suddenly said, “Let's name her Heather.”

Sevika, not really paying attention, because she was still locked in her baby's trance, took a minute to respond. “Heather… it's soft. Like her.”

“Mhm, that's why it's perfect.” You said with a little giggle. Heather, it would be. Your daughter's name.

A symbol that you and Sevika were a married couple, a little sign of your love for each other.

Sevika was extremely careful with the child and although her one hand was big enough to hold the baby without having to use her mechanical hand, she still preferred the baby stayed in your arms.

It was a little sad, Sevika thought her own baby wasn't safe in her arms but slowly the tension began to loosen and one day, when you woke up, Heather wasn't in her crib.

You were instantly in a panic but then you saw it— Sevika walking around with Heather in her arms, holding the baby up, showing her around the house and introducing her to everything with a baby voice you've never heard before from Sevika's mouth.

“And this is the kitchen, where I'm gonna be cooking for a while.” Sevika said to Heather who's big grey eyes were gazing around curiously, “Because mama needs rest, mhm?”

You leaned against the doorway, watching her bond with Heather. “You cooking, hmmm? Well, I guess I can expect to be poisoned first thing in the morning then.” You joked.

Sevika rolled her eyes, “I cook just fine.” Sevika held Heather close to herself, “Look at her.” She said holding the baby side by side to her own face, “She looks like a complete copy of mine!” There was more shock than awe in her voice that made you laugh.

“I think it's evident.” You walked upto the pair of them, taking Heather in your arms, “But she has my lips.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Yeah, they're not asymmetrical.” You said as you held the baby up, smiling at the little face that seemed so shocked to be there. “I wonder what her first words will be.”

“When's her feeding time?” Sevika asked.

“In an hour.” You replied, sitting down at the dining chair, cradling Heather.

“Want breakfast?” Sevika asked and you nodded, “Only if you wear the apron.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please? For Heather?”

Sevika huffed a sigh, picking the pink frilly apron from the counter and wearing it silently. You had to choke back a laugh at the sight. The big mighty Sevika dressed in a frilly pink apron was a sight to behold.

“Look, Heather!” You said and pointed to Sevika. Heather's big eyes looked around and locked on Sevika's face, a very toothless grin appearing on her lips.

“Oh, she's a gremlin.” Sevika said in an uninterested voice as she prepared the batter to make you some pancakes.

“You weren't saying that back when I gave birth.” You muttered before looking at Heather who was outstretching her small hand up as if wanting to go to Sevika. “Looks like Heather already has a favourite parent.” You laughed and got up, walking to where Sevika was, with Heather in your arms.

Sevika glanced up, smirking slightly. “Oh yeah?”

After breakfast and feeding Heather, you were already tired for the day. Sevika was fawning over Heather as per the usual, dolling her up and saying the same thing every now and then, “I can't believe she's our daughter.”

“Sevika?” You called and she hummed looking up.

“She looks exactly like you, save for the lips, right?”

“Mhm…?”

“You were this cute as a kid? Awwww!”

Sevika flushed a dark shade of red, using Heather's body to hide her face. “I hate you.” She mumbled against Heather's back making Heather give another wide not so toothy grin. They were all you needed.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

nymph. [part 6] l General Marcus Acacius

Summary:  you have been with him for a long time, but he has never seen you. but everything has changed.

Warnings:  fluff, a little bit of smut and angst, wondering about a potential pregnancy, gods and mythology are treated in a simple way

A/N: I haven't written this series in a long time. My head has been occupied with other things, I guess… I'd like to finish it. A series I didn't plan on. Maybe some of you will stick with me to the end. Thank you for that.

I hope you will be gentle with me. your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

nymph [masterlist]

"What do you mean? A wedding?"

Marcus kissed your hands and looked at you with a mixture of tenderness and concern in his eyes. As soon as he got home he was urgently called by Brutus and since then something was clearly worrying him. 

Although you asked, he dismissed you with answers that it was nothing, or that he would solve everything himself, that you shouldn't worry. However, things must have taken a turn for the worse, because that evening he asked you to talk.

It was a warm and quiet evening. The garden smelled of flowers, and you found a secluded place by the pond. It was there that the words about the wedding were said.

"Marcus, you know I don't need this." You said, squeezing his hands tighter. "I love you with all my heart, being by your side is enough for me."

"I know, my dear." he sighed "And I don't want anything more than every other day with you, but... There were some complications. Emperor Geta, and a few other senators, noticed you during the last gladiator fights." And he told you everything Brutus had told him. 

Your presence in the coliseum didn’t go unnoticed. Several senators caught sight of you, began to wonder where you were from and what connected you with General Acacius. At first they thought you were his lover, a slightly better-off slave. 

Marcus did not hide his indignation when he said these words to you. However, someone led them to the fact that you were free. And since you were free and had no official relations with General Acacius... Emperor Geta heard these rumors and even summoned Marcus to his place to ask about you.

"I didn’t like it." he muttered "He asked about you, and I felt my blood boil. I want you to be safe, my love, but this man will strive to have access to you. I don't know what made him come to us, it was some whim of fate. I was naive and stupid... I shouldn't have taken you to that place then."

You squeezed his hand tighter. "It's not your fault, Marcus. None of this is your fault." You said quietly. "I was deluding myself that we would live together away from all this, but it's your world that sets the rules for us. I don't want you to have problems because of me."

"Problems?" he snorted. "It's just the whims of a child who pretends to be the ruler of the world. He would be nothing if it weren't for me and the army." and then as if he caught himself on those words, he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have listened to this..."

"You know perfectly well that what you say is safe with me forever." You slid off the bench and sat down by his lap, resting your chin on his hands. "I'll do whatever it takes, whatever you expect of me. I'll be who you want me to be if it only protects you too."

His warm hand stroked your cheek, and you snuggled into it with pleasure. "I want you to be yourself, to be safe..." Marcus said "Marriage will allow me to protect you."

"So let's do it."

A faint smile appeared on his lips, he sighed quietly. "I don't know what I did that by the grace of the gods you appeared in my life."

"Or maybe it's a giggle of fate?" you mumbled, kissing his hand.

"I'll take it without batting an eyelid, if I can spend the rest of my life with you."

Word of General Acacius's impending wedding has spread throughout Rome, probably thanks to Brutus, who has mobilized all the friends he can trust. According to him, Marcus and you had been planning your wedding for a long time, and the promise of marriage was made before he returned to Rome.

"You know how it is! Acacius fought wars and conquered lands, marriage was not on his mind. But then the gods mocked him and sent him this woman. The boy fell in love!" Brutus said to everyone who asked him why the wedding was taking place in such a hurry. "There's no point in waiting! The descendants of his family should be born as soon as possible."

Aurelia, Brutus' wife, had taken care of everything at her husband's request, and you praised her for it, because you had no idea what was going on. You felt like an outsider when you listened to the orders she gave the servants, and when she asked you for your opinion, you weren't sure what to say. Marcus was the one who made the most important decisions, you trusted him.

Meanwhile, your thoughts were occupied by something else. Melitta. You hadn't had the opportunity to talk to her in private since that evening. Every time something interrupted you, or she was so overwhelmed with duties that she quickly left you. 

"You seem nervous." Marcus noticed on the morning before your wedding day. "Is something worrying you, my love?"

You shook your head, not wanting to burden him with your problems, because he carried a lot on his shoulders already. You overheard him telling Brutus about his unpleasant conversation with Geta, that only his service to Rome saved him from his wrath.

"He won't leave you alone until you marry that girl, Marcus." Brutus muttered. "You're like a son to me. You love her, I know that, so do what would have been inevitable anyway."

"This is not how I imagined it..." Marcus' voice was a bit resentful. "I wanted her to feel alive. To experience everything..."

The sound of footsteps and the creaking of a chair meant that Brutus sat down. "And you can still give her all of that. Your whole life ahead of you! You're both young, in love!"

Marcus snorted. "I don't want her to feel forced into this wedding!"

"Remember, I was the one who talked you into appearing with her in public. She would have sat hidden in this house forever for you. Children would have started to appear and what would you have done then, huh? Don't look at me like that! I was young and I know what goes on behind closed bedroom doors." Brutus chuckled, and you felt the heat pour into your chest and neck. 

You knew what he meant. All those closenesses with Marcus, at night and during the day, his hands never leaving your body, his cock buried deep inside you, the seed he left inside and which later flowed lazily down your thigh. You had lived in this world for hundreds of years, you had observed people and gods, you had seen pregnant women, you had been present at births and deaths. But what if?

A dark thought like a cloud covered your mind. You no longer heard what Brutus or Marcus were saying. Your feet led you to the garden where you sat under a spreading tree, lost in your dark thoughts.

Could you even give him children? Could your womb create a new life, a life that would be the sum of you and the man you loved so much? Minerva had made you human, but did that mean you were already completely like them, with all their flaws and good qualities? You didn't think about it that way. 

Ever since you stood before Marcus' eyes, life had swallowed you whole, but at that moment you really started to wonder. You were mortal, your veins were pumping blood. You remembered how you had injured yourself while doing some housework and only Melitta had bandaged your hand, because you were too surprised by the sight of blood. You remembered your first monthly bleeding, but what if it was just a whim of your body?

You knew that Marcus dreamed of children. He didn't have to say it, but you saw it in his eyes. He was also at the age when a man wanted to have his own offspring, someone to whom he could pass on his name and teach what he himself knew.

And what if you couldn't give it to him? What if you were just...

"My lady!" quick steps and calls distracted you, you hastily wiped your cheeks and stood up, revealing yourself to Melitta.

"I'm here." you said, trying to smile, and you allowed her to drag you into the preparations.

"You're nervous." Aurelia smiled and looked at you fondly. "I remember when my daughter got married, she was scared too. And I was too, although we're lucky and we marry those who are meant for us."

"Do you think so?"

Your voice must have sounded uncertain, because Aurelia stopped adjusting your white robe and carefully took your chin, lifting it so that you looked into her gentle eyes. 

"My child..." she said. "I've known Marcus since he was a child and I know that his heart belongs to you. His feelings are sincere, strong and true. The gods created you for each other, I'm sure of it."

"I don't want... Aurelia, I don't want Marcus to be ashamed of me. I know that I don't fit in this place..."

The older woman thought for a moment, then said. "You were at the temple yesterday, right?" you nodded "I'm old now, but I believe that we get what we're meant to. And you were meant to meet. You couldn't run away from it, child. Accept what the gods gave you and live by the side of the one you love. Because you love Marcus, right?"

"Oh, Aurelia!" your eyes filled with tears "I would do anything for him."

The woman smiled and stroked your cheek. "So let's thank the gods for this love."

The gold ring sparkled on the ring finger of your left hand, and you stared at it as if you couldn't believe that it was Marcus, dressed in white and gold, who had put it on. You could still feel the sweet taste of wine in your mouth, you could hear the buzz of the guests' conversations, but the only thing that mattered was the warm gaze of the man to whom you had given your life.

“What is it about this that I can’t take my eyes off?” you asked as he entered the bedroom and walked over to the bed.

"A promise." Marcus replied, tenderly stroking your cheek with his fingers. "A promise that we will always be together. That I place my life in your hands."

You knelt on the bed and took his face in your hands. Silver strands of hair mingled with dark ones, you saw small scars and wrinkles, you stroked his cheek covered with stubble. His face could be a model for butchers, and he was only yours.

"My life belongs to you." you said quietly, your lips brushing his "Forever."

"That's the most beautiful thing you could give me." he smiled.

His hands carefully slid your clothes down, revealing your naked body. No matter how many times he saw you naked, he always felt the same delight. And you felt the same. Your fingers deftly stripped him of his clothes, and soon his warm, sun-kissed body was on top of you. 

For a soldier, Marcus could be an incredibly gentle and tender lover. Devoted to you and what connected you. Adoring you as much as goddesses and gods. Sometimes you thought he sinned with such words, but over time you understood that only they could express what he truly felt.

"Even before I slid that ring onto your finger," he said, kissing your neck, "I already knew you were mine. You were mine before I first saw you. Before I even learned your name."

"What if I had never revealed myself to you?" you asked, sliding your fingers through his soft hair, he raised his lust-darkened eyes to you, "If I had never stood before you in mortal form?"

"I don't want to think about life... about this illusion of life that I would have to lead without you. I felt you, my love. And nothing and no one would be able to satisfy my hunger."

You kissed him, hard and deep. With all the strength of the feeling you had for him, with the promise of the life that you were now going to share in two. You wanted to give him everything - your love, your devotion, your loyalty, your womb and the children that could come of it. Or if they ever did. 

You lost yourself in his body, in the way he caressed and worshiped you. Bodies tangled together, him moving hard inside you, your sweet moans filling his ears. He left his seed so deep inside you that you could only hope that you would be able to give him what he so desired.

Your quiet footsteps were almost inaudible as you walked through the sleeping household. Marcus was fast asleep, unaware that you had left your bed, but you had to do it eventually. You pushed open the heavy door and entered the servants' part of the house. You quickly found Melitta's room and quietly slipped inside.

She wasn't asleep, but you didn't seem surprised. The sweet scent of herbs filled her room.

"I was expecting you." she said quietly. "What do you want to know, my lady?"

"How did a nymph become a slave? How did you end up in Marcus' house?" you asked, feeling your insides clench.

A lazy smile appeared on the girl's beautiful face. "You're afraid, aren't you? You're afraid that you'll end up like me... Broken, abandoned, without the one who promised you love forever."

You frowned. "Marcus, he would never..."

"He's a mere mortal." Melitta hissed, her eyes lighting up. "He's weak. His body is already slowly dying, and we gave up our immortality for people like that..." 

You approached her slowly. The smell of burning sage and other herbs filled your nostrils. "What did they do to you, sister?"

"Everything they promised not to do."

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[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

An (Almost) Unheard Confession

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

genre: soft fluff

requested: yes

el's thoughts: i hope yall like it!! requests are open, so if you have any, feel free to send 'em my way!

bucky masterlist

Bucky and Y/N’s friendship had been forged in the middle of chaos. She had joined the Avengers a couple of years ago—sharp, capable, with a heart too big for her own good. Unlike most people, she had never looked at him with fear or hesitation, never treated him like a walking weapon.

At first, Bucky had kept his distance. He was used to being on the outskirts, keeping people at arm’s length. But Y/N didn’t let that happen. She had a way of worming into people’s lives, into their hearts, without even trying.

She checked in on him without making a big deal about it—making sure he ate after long missions, dragging him into movie nights with the team, and bringing him coffee exactly the way he liked it. She talked to him like he was just Bucky, not the Winter Soldier, not Steve Rogers’ best friend from the 40s—just Bucky.

And somehow, without realizing it, she had become his best friend.

She was the one who could make him chuckle even on the worst days, the one he trusted with the pieces of himself he still didn’t fully understand. She was the one who saw him—not who he used to be, not who the world thought he was, but who he was actively trying to become.

And somewhere along the way, he had fallen for her.

He had tried to push it down, bury it deep where it couldn’t ruin everything. She deserved better than him. Deserved someone who didn’t come with blood on his hands and ghosts in his head. So he stayed silent, stayed in his place as her friend, even when it hurt more than he’d ever admit.

Because having her in his life—no matter what—was worth everything.

~

The compound was quiet. The kind of quiet that settled in after a mission, when exhaustion weighed too heavy on everyone’s bones to do anything but rest.

Bucky sat on the couch, head tipped back against the cushions, muscles aching from the fight earlier. He should get up, take a shower, maybe even crash in his own bed for once. But Y/N had dozed off beside him, legs tucked under her in a way that was bound to cause her slight pain when she woke up, curled up under a blanket, and he hadn’t moved since.

She looked peaceful, her face relaxed in sleep, her breathing steady with her lips parted. A strand of hair had fallen across her cheek, and Bucky had to resist the urge to brush it back. He clenched his metal hand into a fist instead.

He should leave. Should get up before he did something stupid—like say something he couldn’t take back.

But the weight of his feelings pressed against his ribs, suffocating in the silence.

“I don’t know when it happened,” he murmured, keeping his voice low. “Maybe it was always there. I just refused to let myself see it.”

Y/N didn’t stir. Bucky exhaled, he rested his head on the back of the couch and tilted it so his eyes lingered on her peaceful form.

“You take care of everyone, you know that? Always checking in, always making sure I’m eating, sleeping, not losing myself in my own head.” He huffed a whisper of a laugh. “You probably don’t even realize how much you really mean to me.”

His fingers curled against his thigh. He’d faced enemies, and fought battles most people couldn’t even imagine, but this—this was terrifying.

“I care about you, Y/N. More than I should. More than I know how to handle.” His voice was barely above a whisper now. He finally brought his hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear, his cold metal finger dragging across her soft, warm cheek. “But I don’t wanna mess this up. I’d rather have you as my friend than risk losing you completely. But I’ve fallen for you, Y/N. I’m–what did Parker call me?” he muttered to himself. “Down bad. I’m down bad, Y/N. I love you.”

He swallowed, his chest tightening.

“Guess it’s easier to say this when you’re asleep, huh?”

Silence.

Bucky let out a slow breath, shaking his head at himself. He should really get up, and put some space between them before—

“Bucky…”

His entire body went rigid.

Y/N’s voice was groggy, quiet, but there was something else in it too—something careful, something knowing. She lazily reached out and laced their fingers together, the metal bringing her comfort against her hand. She moved closer and softly laid her head on his shoulder.

“I love you too.”

His heart slammed against his ribs.

She had heard everything.

Bucky froze, barely breathing, as Y/N's words settled into his chest.

She loved him too.

For a moment, all he could do was stare down at their intertwined fingers, at the way she had instinctively sought out his touch like it was the most natural thing in the world. He had spent so long convincing himself that his feelings were one-sided, that loving her was something he had to keep buried. But here she was, curling closer, her heartbeat steady against his arm, as if loving him had never been a question.

A shaky breath left his lips.

“You—” He swallowed, shaking his head with a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “You heard all of that?”

Y/N hummed against his shoulder, her voice laced with exhaustion but warm with amusement. “Mhm. Every word.”

Bucky groaned, tipping his head back against the couch. “Great. So you heard me say I was ‘down bad’ too.”

She chuckled, squeezing his fingers. “Oh, definitely. That was my favorite part.”

He glanced down at her, and for the first time in a long, long time, he didn’t feel like running from what he wanted. She was right here, looking up at him with tired, fond eyes, no hesitation, no second-guessing.

Bucky let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “I really love you, Y/N.”

Her smile softened, and she shifted, pressing a gentle kiss against his shoulder. “Good,” she murmured. “Because I really love you too.”

He exhaled and the tension in his chest unraveled, replaced with something lighter, something hopeful. Slowly, carefully, he lifted their joined hands and pressed a lingering kiss to the back of hers, letting himself savor the warmth of her skin against his lips as he closed his eyes in contentment.

Y/N sighed blissfully, her grip on him tightening as she settled against him once more. “Can we talk more about this in the morning? ‘Cause I really just wanna fall asleep right here.”

Bucky chuckled, wrapping an arm around her, holding her close. “Yeah, doll. We can talk in the morning.”

And for the first time in years, tomorrow didn’t seem so scary—it felt like the start of something good.

[kathaelipwse]

GOT7 | Headcanons

Theme: Members As Friends And Lovers

Requested by: @canigotosleep--plz

Warnings: Fluff and just fluff, Neutral gender!reader, my personal opinions!!!

Word Count: 1.0k

Mark Tuan

❀ As a Friend:

The type to listen quietly and then drop the most insightful advice.

Will send you a simple "You good?" text instead of asking too many questions.

Always down for a spontaneous road trip or late-night drive in silence.

The one who remembers your favorite food and orders it for you before you ask.

Rarely starts conversations but always responds when you need him.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Acts of Service & Quality Time.

Prefers subtle physical affection—hand-holding, thigh touches while driving, and soft back hugs.

He’s not the type for over-the-top gestures, but he makes sure you know he loves you through actions.

Might not say "I love you" often, but his eyes show it every time he looks at you.

Loves watching you when you’re not paying attention—he thinks you're the most beautiful when you're just being yourself.

The kind of boyfriend who lets you nap on his chest and absentmindedly plays with your hair.

Lim Jae-beom

❀ As a Friend:

Looks out for you like a protective older brother.

Roasts you all the time but will fight anyone who actually upsets you.

Is the first one to notice if you’re stressed and forces you to take a break.

Would drive you home at 3 AM just to make sure you’re safe.

If he says he’ll be there for you, he means it—he’s as loyal as they come.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation.

Super touchy but in a non-obvious way—lingering hand touches, resting his hand on your thigh, or pulling you close when walking.

Lowkey enjoys cuddling but won’t admit it—he just “accidentally” falls asleep with you in his arms.

He might act cool, but he’s obsessed with kissing you, especially slow, deep kisses.

If he’s jealous, he won’t say anything—he’ll just pull you closer and make sure everyone knows you’re his.

Finds excuses to touch you, like fixing your hair or tracing small circles on your back when sitting together.

Jackson Wang

❀ As a Friend:

The ultimate hype man—your biggest cheerleader in life.

Insists on FaceTiming you instead of texting.

If you're sad, he’ll take you out for a fun adventure to cheer you up.

Will introduce you to every single person he knows and brag about how amazing you are.

Gets over-the-top dramatic about everything just to make you laugh.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Quality Time.

Super affectionate—hugs, kisses, and hand-holding all the time.

He has zero shame about PDA—if he loves you, the world should know.

Loves lifting you off the ground when he hugs you.

Needs constant physical closeness—he’ll drape himself over you from behind like a human koala.

If you’re apart for too long, expect a dramatic “I missed you so much!!” the moment he sees you again.

Park Jin-young

❀ As a Friend:

The mom friend—he always makes sure you're making smart decisions.

Likes intellectual conversations and debating random topics for fun.

Pretends to be serious but actually has the best sense of humor.

He'll send you book recommendations and expect you to discuss them with him.

If you have a problem, he’ll help you solve it logically but with a side of sarcasm.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Words of Affirmation & Quality Time.

Prefers small, meaningful touches—a hand squeeze, brushing your hair away, or a soft kiss before leaving.

He’s not the type for over-the-top PDA, but in private, he’s incredibly soft and loving.

Loves slow, deep kisses that last longer than expected.

Would rather whisper sweet things in your ear than say them out loud in front of others.

Writes you letters when he’s feeling sentimental but acts like it’s “not a big deal.”

Choi Young-jae

❀ As a Friend:

A literal ray of sunshine—his energy is contagious.

Always sending you memes and dog photos to brighten your day.

Will drop whatever he's doing if you need help.

If you're sad, he’ll hug you until you feel better (and maybe write a song about it).

The most genuinely happy for your successes.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation.

Loves cuddling—he could stay in bed all day just snuggled up with you.

Will randomly grab your hand and swing it back and forth while walking.

Likes to playfully boop your nose or poke your cheeks just to make you laugh.

Gets shy when expressing feelings but his touch says it all—soft, lingering, and full of love.

The type to hug you from behind while you’re doing something and just stay there for a while.

BamBam

❀ As a Friend:

Your fashion guru—always wants to go shopping with you.

Loves taking aesthetic photos of you for Instagram.

Teases you all the time, but if someone else does, he gets defensive real quick.

Randomly calls you just to gossip and catch up.

Will buy you a ridiculous gift “just because it reminded me of you.”

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Gift Giving & Physical Touch.

Always flirting—he loves seeing you blush.

Loves PDA but in a playful way—wants to make others jealous of how cute you two are.

Randomly grabs your face and kisses you just because he can.

Buys you expensive gifts but acts like it’s “no big deal.”

If you’re feeling down, expect a shopping trip and a fancy dinner date to lift your mood.

Kim Yugyeom

❀ As a Friend:

The gentle giant—sweet but surprisingly mischievous.

Always down for a random dance battle.

Loves sending you weird, funny TikToks at 2 AM.

The friend who carries your bags without you asking.

If you need a hug, he's got you covered—big, warm, comforting bear hugs.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Quality Time.

Loves touching you absentmindedly—playing with your fingers, resting his head on your shoulder, or leaning against you.

Slow kisses are his thing—deep, meaningful, and just enough to make your heart race.

Likes to wrap his arms around you from behind and sway gently.

If he’s lying down, expect him to pull you into his chest for cuddles without asking.

Prefers spending time together over texting—even if you’re just sitting in comfortable silence.

[feastingonchrist]

I had to learn this the hard way. But i didn't realize in the midst of it how much it was testing my faith and building my endurance the more i learned. i had slowly begun to connect to His love for me and was able to understand the gospel on a deeper level. Hebrews 3-4 gently convicted me to come to the throne of grace with boldness as Jesus is our High Priest and how we cannot look to ourselves for salvation. But rather look to Him and what He did for us. It took the pressure off of me and led me into repentance. It gave me a newfound sense of freedom in Christ that i had never felt before. But yeah, i used to think i had to perform for God's love and do everything perfect as i have struggled with perfectionism for years because i hated myself and was way overthinking my faith due to the serious nature of eternity and wanting to please God. But in His grace and absolute perfect timing, He freed me from that and has been helping me walk in grace ever since. there are times i still struggle with perfectionism and performance, but, i feel in those moments, He is working those ways out of me and building my endurance and faith and is reminding me in my weakness and trials that i still need Him and i need to keep my eyes on Him instead of myself because that is what always gets us into trouble. Psalm 23 has been a huge help for me to be reminded to humble myself, lie down with Him even when i don't want to, that He's refreshing my soul, is guiding me in the midst of my trials and offering me peace and rest, leading me out and setting me free, setting a table before me in the presence of my enemies, fighting my battles for me, anointing me with oil, me finding restoration as my cup overflows, and the hope of knowing that He will always be there with me as i have eternal life through Christ and i will dwell in His house forever. It truly is so beautiful and humbling to experience new life and freshness in Him and watching/looking back on how He is on the move in our lives! i have finally moved on from "religion" to "relationship" and heart connection with Him (this does not include tradition and liturgy because i believe you can have both as long as your heart posture is correct and is done through joy and not fear/perfectionism, etc.) It's so nice to live free in Christ!

God’s love doesn’t depend on your performance. It’s always constant.

[inseobts]

Better Than Him

nico robin x fem!reader

inspired by Boyfriend – Dove Cameron

words count: 891

tags: let's fight sanji for her

masterlist || ko-fi

The crew has been lounging on the Sunny all afternoon, the conversation light and playful—until that topic comes up.

“Robin-chan and Franky would make a great couple, don’t you think?” Nami muses, grinning as she leans back on the deck.

Brook chuckles “Yohoho! The scholar and the shipwright! Quite the match!”

Sanji, in the middle of setting down a fresh plate of snacks, nearly drops the tray “Wha—excuse me?! Robin-chwan deserves someone refined! Someone who understands romance!” He straightens his tie dramatically “A gentleman, not a—”

“A cyborg?” Franky cuts in, quirking a brow “Say it, curly brows.”

Before the two can start bickering, a new voice chimes in—smooth, confident, laced with amusement.

“She deserves someone who actually pays attention to her” you say, stretching your arms behind your head.

Robin looks over, interest flickering in her eyes “Oh?”

Sanji gasps, spinning toward you “And you think you’re the one for that role?”

A smirk tugs at your lips “I know I am.”

Franky snorts “Bold.”

Sanji huffs, regaining his composure “Please, I’ve dedicated my life to worshipping Robin-chwan! I serve her the finest tea, craft the most poetic compliments—”

“Right,” you interrupt, tilting your head toward Robin “And how much of that does she actually respond to?”

Robin chuckles behind her hand, clearly enjoying the exchange. Sanji, however, falters.

“I—she—” He clears his throat “A lady like Robin is simply too graceful to react so openly!”

You lean forward slightly, locking eyes with her “Or maybe she just prefers someone who doesn’t try so hard.”

Robin hums, resting her chin in her palm as she studies you.

“Someone who doesn’t just talk about how much they adore her,” you continue, smirk widening “But actually shows it.”

The silence that follows is thick with amusement, especially from Zoro, who’s been watching the whole thing with thinly veiled interest. “Damn,” he mutters, taking a swig from his drink “Didn’t think anyone would challenge curly-brows’ flirting and win.”

Robin finally speaks, her voice as smooth as ever “You certainly make an interesting case.”

Sanji throws his hands up “Robin-chwan! You’re entertaining this?!”

She merely smiles. “I always enjoy a well-crafted argument.”

You wink “Good thing I’m just getting started.”

Sanji looks offended. Like someone just told him that the All Blue doesn’t exist.

“You?” he sputters, eyes wide as he gestures at you dramatically “You think you could be a better boyfriend than me?!”

You shrug, smirking “I don’t think—I know.”

Robin watches with quiet amusement, sipping from her wine glass. The conversation started when Nami offhandedly suggested that Robin and Franky would make a cute couple, which led to Sanji protesting like his life depended on it. And then you? You’d decided to have a little fun.

Sanji scoffs, regaining his composure “With all due respect, madam, I have spent years perfecting the art of romance.” He straightens his tie “You can’t possibly compete with my devotion to Robin-chwan.”

You lean forward slightly, locking eyes with Robin instead “Funny,” you say smoothly, ignoring Sanji entirely “I don’t think she’s ever once responded to your devotion.”

Robin chuckles, tilting her head “That is an interesting point.”

Sanji clutches his chest like you just stabbed him “Robin-chwan, please, don’t entertain this madness!”

But you’re already speaking again, keeping your voice low, teasing, just between you and Robin “I could be a better boyfriend than him.”

The way Robin watches you—curious, intrigued—only makes your confidence grow. You gesture lazily toward Sanji, who looks about two seconds from fainting “I mean, look at him. He talks a big game, but has he ever actually listened to you?”

Robin hums, clearly enjoying herself “Elaborate.”

Sanji jumps in before you can “Robin-chwan, I listen to everything you say! I would die for you! I—”

“You would die for her,” you agree, turning back to Robin “But would you ever just sit with her? No grand gestures, no over-the-top declarations—just be with her?”

That makes her pause.

You take the opening, letting your voice drop just slightly “I could do the things that he never would.” You tilt your head, fingers tapping lazily against the table “Like actually get to know you, not just worship the idea of you.”

The crew is riveted. Zoro is watching with his usual smirk, Nami looks thoroughly entertained, and Franky? Franky is just happy to be involved.

Sanji, however, looks distressed “That is not fair!”

You ignore him, gaze still locked on Robin “Tell me what you want, ‘cause I can do just that.”

Robin swirls her drink, looking entirely unbothered “You sound confident.”

You grin “That’s because I mean it” You lean back, voice turning just a little smug “I could be such a gentleman.”

Sanji groans “This is ridiculous, I am the gentleman here”

Robin smiles, her expression unreadable—but her eyes? Her eyes say she’s thinking about it.

She places her glass down with a soft clink and finally responds, smooth and teasing.

“Well,” she says, amusement lacing her voice “You are making a rather compelling argument.”

The crew loses it.

Sanji lets out a cry of anguish, collapsing dramatically onto the deck. Nami nearly chokes on her drink, and even Zoro snorts at the scene unfolding before him.

You? You just smirk, eyes never leaving Robin’s.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you murmur, letting the nickname slip effortlessly. “I haven’t even started yet.”

[ace-shenanigans]

Expanding on the au these doodles are based on ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

@levemetal feel free to tack on anything i missed

- sj obv gets scooped up after the qiu manor incident by xl, who happens to be scrap collecting nearby, and the two end up bonding over shared bad luck (xl in this case is post fangxin and banyue arcs and is now just wandering before his third ascension)

- sj reminds xl of lil hong'er (spicy child w/ bad luck), while xl reminds sj of qi-ge (too kind, lets himself get pushed around)

- xl doesnt expect sj to be so sticky given sj's obvious trust issues and xl's reputation, but they end up traveling together indefinitely

- speaking of reputation: sj figures out about xl's divinity real quick but doesnt say anything in case he gets sent away. Sj himself is actually a resentful ghost (died in the manor) but doesnt realize it for the longest time and just kinda... ages himself accordingly? Hes not paying much attention to the passage of time anymore

- when xl ascends the third time, sj somehow manages to claw his way up into heaven after him, claiming to be his junior official... no one has the balls to actually run him off, and he becomes xl's guard against the other officials

- following that thought, he also has zero issue tellin off ling wen cuz 'how is it scrap-gege's fault your shitty buildings arent made to handle something you know can cause damage? Dont pawn your negligence off on him just cuz he wont fight back about it' (sorry ling wen)

- sj doesnt trust heaven at all btw, and as soon as he figures out who fx and mq are he's hc levels of petty with them. mnq, fx, and mq are also getting flashbacks to hong'er when they meet sj, and they hate it ('did the brat reincarnate just to find him again?!' Worse, theres two now (hc and sj))

- hc is so proud btw; hes claiming sj as his son immediately, in fact he actually birthed sj himself (heaven 100% believes this btw, sj acts enough like a mini hc sometimes that it makes the other officials shiver and avoid him)

- jw ofc is still in play, and sj immediately does everything he can to avoid him (jw makes his skin crawl, reminds him too much of qjl)

- nothing is ever that easy for sj though, so ofc jw manages to find the one weakness in his life: yqy

- yqy ascends with the rest of cqms (no bingbing torment here so the peak lords ascend like normal), and is immediately pulled into jw's orbit in order to use him against sj

- unfortunately for jw that plan backfires spectacularly cuz sj wants nothing to do w/ the man who left him behind, and yqy just wants to follow sj around like a sad puppy without explaining himself (no communication? in my qijiu slow burn? More likely than you think) so any attempt to use yqy to sway sj away from xl falls flat

- ofc sj doesnt let the slight go unpunished and so him and jw have a silent war of pettiness going on (you can thank leve for the idea of sj adding a disgusting amount of salt to jw's tea out of spite and jw drinking it without reacting out of spite)

Prolly gonna add more to this as it comes up, or if leve adds anything i missed

[whimsicalpolitical]

i just got home from a party and im kind of drunk idfk so maybe roommate!matty and u het home drunk so ge lookks after you? idk- sorry anout my spelling incant see properly lmoaoo

this is a cute idea!! i hope you didn’t have a too bad hangover xx

you just got home from the party, matty eventually noticed that he needs to be the one to get you both home. you're not quite in yet as matty pulls a cigarette from his pocket, leaning against the railing outside the flat. the streetlamp above flickers, casting a soft glow over the pavement.

"shouldn’t have left you alone for that long, i see," he mutters, lighting up, taking a slow drag.

"c’mon," you whine, spinning on the spot, arms outstretched. "i was having funnnnn. how can you handle alcohol so well? i mean—" you pause, squinting at him. "you don’t even look like you’ve had anything."

matty huffs a little laugh, shaking his head. "professional, love. you, on the other hand…"

"am not that bad," you protest, wobbling slightly, and matty just watches with a smirk, exhaling smoke into the night air.

"careful, please. don't want you crackin' your head open. can't be arsed callin' an ambulance this late."

you ignore him, still giggling, still swaying a little on your feet. matty watches, flicking ash off to the side, his gaze lazy, fond.

"ugh," you whine after a beat, pouting. "you done? ‘m cold."

matty pouts back, "another minute, love. here—"

he shrugs off his jacket and holds it out. you grab it, pulling it around yourself, the fabric far too big.

"smells like you," you murmur, nuzzling into the collar.

matty raises a brow. "s’that bad?"

"dunno." you shrug, lips twitching. he watches, rolling his eyes, but there's amusement there.

“mattyyyyy,” you drag out without even knowing what you’re going to say.

“careful, sweetheart, alright?” matty says, cigarette dangling from his lips as he pauses on the stairs outside your flat. he exhales a long stream of smoke, watching you sway under the dim streetlights.

“mhm,” you hum absently, twirling again, the world spinning with you. everything feels light and floaty, like you might just drift away if you let yourself.

then your foot catches on the uneven pavement, and suddenly the ground is a lot closer than it should be. you let out a yelp as you stumble, arms flailing, but before you hit the floor, you somehow manage to right yourself, laughing breathlessly.

“christ—” matty huffs, flicking his cigarette away as he pushes off the stairs. “you alright?”

“’m fine,” you insist, grinning up at him as he approaches, hands already reaching for him. “dance with me.”

“oh, for fuck’s sake,” he mutters, but there’s no real bite to it. “think we’ve had enough dancing for the night, no?”

“no,” you shake your head, “dance. with. me.”

matty gives in at your pleading glance, “fine. not longer than thirty seconds though.”

he lets you pull him into your little world of swaying limbs and off-beat steps, his hands steady on your waist as he moves with you, slow and careful. his fingers press into the fabric of your jacket, warm and grounding, as your bodies shift together. your chest brushes against his with every movement, the scent of his cologne and smoke filling your senses.

he exhales softly, letting his forehead dip until it nearly touches yours. “life’s never boring with you.”

“mmm,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you let yourself sink into him. his fingers trace slow circles at the small of your back, his other hand coming up to rest lightly against your jaw, his thumb grazing over your cheekbone in a way that feels so tender it makes your breath hitch.

“you’re leading me back to the stairs,” you accuse, narrowing your eyes at him.

“you need to go inside, love,” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips. “before you break your neck.”

“so bossy,” you murmur, but you don’t fight him when he guides you toward the steps. he keeps you close, one arm around you as you both stumble your way up, his grip firm but gentle.

once you reach the door, you blink up at him. “comin?”

“yeah, yeah,” he sighs, reaching into his pocket for the keys. “don’t push me,” he laughs.

you barely make it two steps into the flat before you’re flopping onto the couch with a heavy sigh, limbs sprawled out dramatically. matty watches from the doorway, shaking his head as he kicks off his own shoes.

“lightweight,” he mutters, smirking as he strides over to you, crouching down to tug at the laces of your boots.

“‘m not,” you protest weakly, but the way you barely lift your head off the cushion before groaning and letting it fall back down completely undermines your argument.

matty huffs out a soft laugh. “yeah? then why are you lyin’ there like you’ve been shot?”

you groan again, turning your face into the pillow. “feel like i have,” you mumble. “i’m dying, matty.”

he snorts, successfully yanking one of your boots off before moving on to the other. “bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“no.” you pout, eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion and alcohol settle deep into your bones. “you should feel bad, by the way, not act like this.”

“like this?”

“yeah,” you sigh, “like a jerk. you’re s’posed to take care of me.”

matty sets your boots aside but stays crouched down at your feet, “am i? didn’t know that. i will take it seriously now, i promise,” he says, humoring you.

“i’ll even start by getting you some water.”

you peek one eye open as he stands, swaying slightly before steadying himself. “you’re leaving me?”

he sighs, exasperated but fond. “jesus christ,” he mutters, before patting your knee. “stay put, yeah? i’ll be back in a sec.”

he disappears into the kitchen, and you let out a small whimper of protest before melting into the couch again. your head spins, stomach twisting uncomfortably, and you regret every drink you downed tonight.

matty returns moments later with a glass of water and a bottle of paracetamol. he sets them on the coffee table before crouching in front of you again, pressing a cool hand to your forehead.

“you look like shit,” he says, ever the charmer.

you groan, batting his hand away weakly. “feel like it.”

he hands you the glass. “drink.”

you take it, sitting up with a deep sigh and sipping at the water. matty watches closely, making sure you don’t spill it all over yourself, and when you finally set the glass down, he nudges the painkillers toward you.

“take those.”

you shake your head. “i don’t need them.”

matty levels you with a look. “darling, i heard you moanin’ out from the kitchen.”

you huff but comply, swallowing them down with another sip of water. matty plucks the glass from your hands before you can set it on an uneven surface and spill it, placing it securely on the table instead.

“good,” he says, and then he’s pushing himself up and grabbing your hands, tugging you forward. “c’mon, let’s get you to bed ready.”

you groan, resisting. “don’t wanna move.”

“oh no?”

without warning, he’s hooking his arms under your legs and back and hoisting you up against his chest.

you squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck instinctively. “matty!”

he just laughs, carrying you toward your bedroom with ease. “see? much easier this way.”

you nuzzle into him, letting out a pleased hum. “you’re warm.”

matty chuckles. “s’that the alcohol talking?”

“no,” you murmur, eyes already slipping shut. “you’re always warm.”

“m’ glad.”

when he sets you down on the edge of the bed, you blink up at him and listen to his soft voice.

“alright, sweetheart, here’s what’s gonna happen,” matty says, as he kneels in front of you. “we’ve gotta get you dressed, and you’ve gotta help me out, yeah?”

you blink at him slowly, your head tilting to the side like you’re trying to process his words. “but i am dressed.”

matty sighs, “yeah, love, but you can’t sleep in this.” he tugs lightly at your top, damp with the sweat of a long night out. “need you in something comfy.”

“but i like this top.”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” he says, tapping your knee. “but you’ll like one of my shirts better. i’ll even let you pick, alright?”

that seems to convince you, and you nod sluggishly. “okay.”

“there we go,” matty murmurs before his fingers move to your jeans. “gonna take these off now, alright?”

you hum in acknowledgment, barely holding yourself upright as he tugs them down your legs. he huffs out a laugh. “jesus, you’re dead weight.”

“‘m just relaxed,” you mumble, leaning into his touch when he brushes a hand over your calf.

“right,” he mutters, shaking his head. “arms up for me, love.”

you lift your arms obediently, letting him tug your top over your head. you sit there in just your underwear, blinking sleepily as he stands up.

“can i have your beatles shirt?” you ask.

“if you won’t throw up on it.”

“no promises,” you say through gritted teeth.

matty disappears into the closet for a second. when he returns, he’s holding the shirt—his old, threadbare beatles tee, the one you love stealing.

“ohhh, i love it!” you shriek.

matty snorts, shaking his head as he helps you into the shirt, guiding your arms through the sleeves. “there. happy now?”

“very,” you murmur, your voice thick with exhaustion.

he cups your cheek briefly, thumb brushing over your skin before he disappears into the bathroom. you hear the water running, and then he’s back, holding a toothbrush with fresh toothpaste.

“here,” he says, pressing it into your hand. “let’s get this done before you pass out.”

you blink down at it for a second, then smile softly. “you’re so thoughtful.”

matty huffs a quiet laugh. “well, i should take care of you.”

as you start brushing absentmindedly, humming some tune under your breath, he pulls back the duvet, fluffing your pillows and setting up another glass of water on the nightstand.

after three minutes he helps you into the bathroom and brushes your hair into a slightly lose ponytail.

“ready for bed?” he asks.

you nod, “help me?”

“course,” he nods and lifts you you into his arms again.

when you feel the softness under your legs you immediately crawl under the covers.

matty moves around you, making sure you’re tucked in properly. “sleep tight.”

[melatonindeficient]

i just hate how Mel and Jayce never actually broke up.

Like if they did, I would probably (not really but whatever) be less salty about the way their paths diverged. Their last conversation had an hollowness to it, as if in making Jayce's character arc about saving Viktor rather than him trying to be a truly good leader (subtle shade at how I wish there was a greater focus on the Piltover-Zaun conflict) they forgot about about the fact that he also had other relationships (I'm also referring to how it felt like he didn't speak to much of anyone this season (and yes I'm aware this is partially due to him being in a hole for half the season, I'm referring to the rest of it)). Just because their lives were going in different directions and they were changing didn't mean they didn't have love binding them (I mean that was literally the premise of jayvik, and vi and jinx).

When they first saw each other again, they were two people who had undergone immense amounts of trauma over the course of a very short period of time—that conversation was never going to go very well. And as much as I hated the way he spoke to Mel at first, Jayce's reaction to seeing her makes sense; I mean, he saw Salo, who wasn't particularly likeable, and took him out just because the voices said so. Plus, in addition to his head splitting in two, his best friend had just walked away from him and used Hextech—Jayce's lifelong dream and reason for living—for an immoral cause. If Viktor could betray him, who was to say that Mel—his lover, yes, but also a tactical politician—wasn't also playing some long game?

We see his sense return to him during their passenger conversation, but his uncharacteristic bluntness makes it almost seem like he was severing their relationship, but I think that's a crazy thing to assume when he was preoccupied with a rapidly approaching battle, and one in which he'd have to attempt to kill his best friend (again! And this time in a more stable state of mind where he'd actually be able to register it!).

Now for my glorious queen Mel; she doesn't seem to have much of a say in any of this. She spends years in control pulling the strings of Piltovan politics, only to have all of her control seized from her in an instant. Then she comes home and her boyfriend—this one unchangeable force in her life, this one person she likely thought would remain the same—had changed. They never even get a chance to understand each other, and unlike the majority of the conversations Mel has, she doesn't have the upper hand or even a level playing field.

(personal opinion leaking through here because whyyy why could they not have just one more soft scene before she lost everything and he got absorbed into the freaking cosmos)

Anyway, Mel doesn't just let things happen to her, and it's not like the Black Rose just took that trait away from her (which is established because she could've taken her mother's betrayal and done nothing, but rather chooses to fight for the city she chose rather than the one that molded her). So the way that their last conversations went makes it seem like either she'd been expecting them to break up (which she deadass had no reason to) or they were both holding on to a hope that that conversation was just unfinished, and they could scream and yell and comfort and console when they weren't facing an imminent threat.

It's unfinished. It's empty.

Obviously I would've loved to see them together and happy forever and ever amen, but if they had to split i wish they'd actually split. Some angst or something instead of that empty ass fucking conversation.

[skibidihan]

BOYFRIEND WHO ! ( myung jaehyun )

headcanons of boyfriend jaehyun. all my opinions, reblogs are greatly appreciated! requests are open! @skibidihan

content warning ! jaehyun x male, gn AND fem reader in this. very cutesy jaehyun, girl! dad jaehyun, pet! dad jaehyun, clingy jaehyun, romantic jaehyun. this is pretty long. wc. 612.

author’s note ! first bnd jaehyun work omg hii ,, jaehyun is so bf material i js had to write smth ! made for my dear, @wnyngz ! <3

boyfriend! jaehyun who always bakes you goodies whenever you don’t feel well. he would know you so well & know exactly what you would need that day.

boyfriend! jaehyun who would dress up your guys’ pets & himself ridiculous outfits & costumes just for the fun of it. ending up with a whole closet full or weird clothes and accessories.

boyfriend! jaehyun who would braid your hair before going out on a date. you would get frustrated with it not hoing the way you’re wanting it & jaehyun would step in saying “let me try.” you didn’t believe him at first but you gave him a chance—now he does your hair before every date.

boyfriend! jaehyun who would help you figure out how to do your make up, as he has gotten it done multiple times; he knows the basic way around. he would sit down with you for hours putting your makeup on and letting you test out styles on him, which you both have enjoyed.

boyfriend! jaehyun who would get shy at being called petnames.. “baby” and “sweetheart” get him the most, so you make sure to use them often. always hiding his blushing cheeks whenever you call him one.

boyfriend! jaehyun who’s confident. being in a mlm relationship, people get scared in public—not jaehyun. he holds your hand, openly calls you petnames and even introduces you as his boyfriend to his friends or anyone who asks.

boyfriend! jaehyun who games often, but never disregards you while he does so. if he sees you just watching; he’ll call you over to sit on his lap or tell his gamemates to give him a second if they’re on break before focusing on you, never leaving you lonely,

boyfriend! jaehyun who loves the thought of having a family. he desperately wants a daughter but would be excited for either a boy or a girl. he’s in love with the idea of having a mini you, a mini you to dress up in pretty dresses, to play barbies with or any toy mini you would like.

boyfriend! jaehyun who gets his wish and becomes a girl dad. he loves her like no one else, a true father’s love watches over his girl. teaches her all the things she needs to know, how to fight off mean kids and how to treat you nicely. showing her the world.

boyfriend! jaehyun who gets sleepy so often but refuses to fall asleep if you or his daughter isnt in his arms. he is so clingy and attached to his girls to the point where he wont let himself fall asleep until he sees you both in front of him—or util you both are asleep first.

boyfriend! jaehyun who gets whiny when you pay attention to others besides him. who is so needy for your attention he starts putting on weird clothes and making noise around the house until you are free.

boyfriend! jaehyun who fell in love with you the minute he laid eyes on you. who knew the minute he knew of your existence that you were the only one he was going to ever marry in his life.

boyfriend! jaehyun who kept that promise to himself and to you. who after years of dating, and falling even more in love with you, kneeled down on one knee and proposed.

husband! jaehyun who takes care of you for the rest of your lives, never letting you feel sad or disappointed in him, who makes you feel like you won the universe’s best husband, who never leaves your side in all your ups and downs, who is with you for everything, who stays by your side.

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[dulcescorderitas]

Heyy!!<3 Hope you're doing well today!

Was wondering if you could write up something about Dean x girlfriend reader smoking💚 I don't think Dean is an every day stoner, but I think every now and again he partakes just to keep his mood in check, clear his mind and find some peace for a while. I'm imagining like sitting on the trunk of the Impala, staring up at the stars and sharing a blunt while talking about life and laughing<3

the impala's parked on the side of some deserted backroad, miles away from the neon glow of city lights. out here, the stars feel closer, like you could reach up and pluck one right out of the sky if you wanted to.

dean’s sitting on the trunk, legs spread out like he’s got all the time in the world, one arm draped over his knee while the other holds the blunt between his fingers. he’s already taken a hit, exhaling slow, letting the smoke curl up into the night like it belongs there.

“you ever just think about how fucking small we are?” you ask, leaning back on your hands, staring up at the sky.

he lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “not when i can help it.” but he passes you the blunt anyway, watching as you bring it to your lips, inhale deep. the burn hits first, then the slow roll of warmth through your veins, spreading like honey, thick and sweet.

“you should,” you say, holding in the smoke before letting it go. it drifts between you, hanging for a moment before the breeze takes it away. “kinda makes everything feel less important. all the bullshit, y’know?”

dean hums, tilting his head like he’s considering it. “or it makes everything feel worse. like, if none of it matters, why the hell do we keep fighting so hard?”

“’cause we don’t got a choice,” you say simply, taking another hit before passing it back. “but just for tonight, maybe we don’t have to think about it.”

he looks at you then, really looks at you, and there’s something softer in his expression, something unguarded. “yeah,” he says, bringing the blunt to his lips again, “maybe.”

the two of you sit in silence for a while, the only sounds the rustling of the trees and the distant chirp of crickets. everything feels heavier and lighter at the same time, the way weed has a habit of making things. you lean into his side, your head resting against his shoulder, and he doesn’t move away. just lets you be there, lets the warmth of him settle into you.

“you remember that time we got stuck in that shitty motel in kansas?” he asks suddenly, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “the one with the vibrating bed?”

you burst out laughing, the memory hitting all at once. “oh my god, yes! you put a quarter in just to see if it worked and the damn thing almost threw us off.”

“i still think that place was haunted,” he says, taking another hit. “no way in hell that bed moved that fast on its own.”

“or maybe you’re just bad at physics.”

he scoffs, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. “watch it, sweetheart.”

you smirk, stealing the blunt from his fingers, letting your lips brush against where his just were. his gaze flickers to your mouth, just for a second, before he looks back up at the sky.

“so,” he says after a moment, voice a little rougher now. “you ever think about just... running away? ditching all this hunter crap and going somewhere quiet?”

it’s a dangerous question. one you’ve both thought about but never dared to say out loud. you glance at him, see the way his jaw tenses, like he already knows the answer.

“sometimes,” you admit. “but it wouldn’t last. we’re too deep in it.”

he nods, doesn’t argue. just watches as you take one last hit before stubbing the blunt out on the metal of the impala’s trunk.

“yeah,” he murmurs, voice almost lost to the night. “i know.”

he shifts then, turning towards you, his eyes dark and a little hazy, his lips parted like he's on the edge of saying something. but he doesn’t speak—just reaches up, fingers brushing against your jaw, tilting your face toward his.

“been thinking about this for a while,” he admits, voice low, rough.

before you can say anything, his lips are on yours, slow at first, tasting of smoke and warmth and something undeniably dean. his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer as the kiss deepens, the air between you thick with heat, with need.

his fingers tangle in your hair, his other hand gripping your hip as he pulls you flush against him. the kiss grows hungrier, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before he deepens it, tongue sliding against yours in a slow, intoxicating rhythm. the heat coils low in your belly, a delicious, lazy burn that makes your head spin.

you let out a quiet sound against his mouth, and he groans in response, his hand tightening on your hip. he breaks the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, his forehead pressed against yours.

“guess we’re not thinking about anything else tonight, huh?” you whisper, lips still tingling.

dean smirks, his thumb brushing over your cheek, then trails lower, his fingers skimming the bare skin beneath your shirt. “not a damn thing.”

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[mewtwobootleg]

aughhh…. I can’t believe just how fudging HORRIBLE this world is!!

I don’t understand… why like… people are so horrible!!!😭

they were given so much grace! So much love! But we STILL fudging hurt and hate each other!

I don’t understand why everyone says they want to hurt the current president… saying certain people deserve to burn up in hell…

whether you believe in the true God or not, that is HIS decision to where they go. Not YOURS! Love them, you’re no better!!😡

I don’t know why I’m here, what my purpose is, sometimes I feel it would be better if I was dead!

but no… if only we realized the love, the care, the goodness we can bring to each other, maybe you could make things better!

what good is it to love, when what you do helps you earn it?

what good is the knowledge that there is good and also bad? The fact that you KNOW that proves that there is HOPE!

I also don’t understand why people are always like; “God’s not real, we’re just here” THAT DOESNT MAKE SENSE! WHY ARE WE HERE THEN? THERE WAS THIS ONE BOOK FOUND IN THE JARS IN THE CAVE, THE SCROLLS THAT IF YOU TAKE ONE MINITE TO LOOK AND ACTAUKLY FUDGING READ, IT CAN HELP YOU! IT HELPED ME! IT MAKES SENSE!

All the other religions in the world… you have to work to get your goal. But in the Word, you get the free gift of Christ! It’s amazing! And even if you don’t believe, what’s the point of mocking a beautiful story? You’re just a hypocrite!

SUYHHSHSHA

It’s just… the Bible was written in a span of a fiew hundred years… and even in EVERY story… each whispers His name! even the ones written hundreds of years before Christ was ever written!

and also… why in those times of war, in times of things, why would people gather to write a huge story that all lines up and still is 100% preserved today when they had to worry about living? They didn’t say it was just a big epic… they said in every story that IT WAS THE WORD OF GOD! THE WORD TO HIS PEOPLE! US LOST POEPLE!!

I don’t understand… if you are one to believe, why would you say you identify as an animal or a demon or something? LOOK AT YOURSELF! GOD MADE YOU HUMAN. IF YOU FEEL OTHER, THATS WORLDY, SINFUL DESIRES! God gave you free will, to CHOOSE Him… so you would truly know that He so loves you. You were made in His image! To think that you’re other… it’s RESISTING A BLESSING HE GAVE YOU! When we turned away and did the things not of what the One commanded us to help us, we were choosing the wrong path…

This life… the way He made it and how I believe… it’s a test. To see if we will be who He believed we could be. He loves us so, and He wants us to be the fighters who build the new heaven and new earth. The ones to helped gather strugglers. The ones who don’t know their purpose. If you’re that desperate, read the Word! It actually makes sense, because we won’t understand everything an all powerful God does. It will at least give you something to do in life. It will give you the true fighting spirit.

I really don’t know much at all… I’m dumb… but knowing Him really changed me. It’s like a sheep lost… and the shepherd never stopped looking. He found me. I’m safe. The Spirit guided me.

It’s just… if you’re lost, hopeless, believing that changing your identity or gender is the right thing, believe me, it may feel good, but feeling guilt after doing something seemingly right means it’s wrong. And look to the Word… God made you YOU, male or female in his image, and HUMAN. We are all equal. Jesus came to earth to help make this test easier, explaining the right things to do, being a living, walking example to generations to come. It explains the mains, and the rest you can find. Seek… you’ll find.

It just… makes me wanna fudging cry. God sent his son to us because we were struggling, but we abused our helper, and even though He proved His power and love for us, we still hurt and hate him, confused and lost. He gave us his Holy Spirit to guide us in the dark, He gave us Heaven if we follow the narrow path, and most important, He gave Himself. And even now, when we need Him most, when we’re failing, we go to worldly things, when He gave us more than we could ask for, and we’re still denying His gift??

I know I’m just a little dumb 13 year old that’s wondering what’s going on and why I’m here and stuff, but I have this chance to maybe share my ramblings of what I believe and how it’s affected me… and maybe others will find the way too.

sorry…

I know this sounds like absolute crazy stuff to actually believe, but if you just… take a chance, open the Bible, read it… for me? For Him?

The next time you’re feeling down…pick it up, ok?

[strohller27]

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[backpackingspace]

Wait going off the idea that Athena keeps things from her favorite people:

What does diomedes give her?

[actual-corpse]

Just got a rude reminder about how great it is to never have children/ be an only child.

There's too much drama involved with dying, apparently.