#sometimes it's okay to just take a nap on top of the books
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thatchronicfeeling · 2 months ago
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[Image Description: Drawing of a small, dark yellow dragon taking a nap on top of a a couple of books, above which it reads 'It's okay to disconnect for a while'. The books are flat and in the middle of a bookshelf. There are other books on that shelf, and we can see the end of books from the shelves above and below. The dragon has pale yellow horns and pale yellow highlights on its wing. If you zoom in, you can see that the base of one of the dragon's paws is facing us. It has a pink pad and toes. End ID.]
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6okuto · 2 years ago
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MOMENTS YOU FLUSTER THEM
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gn!reader x kageyama, bokuto, akaashi, oikawa, iwaizumi, osamu, aran, sakusa | flip it around baby! we need to fluster more men!!!
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KAGEYAMA watches you pat down all of your pockets and reach into your bag. he frowns when you swear under your breath. “are you missing something?” you let out a deep sigh but continue to rummage around. “yeah, i had something to give you,” you complain. tobio’s eyes widen and he stiffens. “oh…uh, am i allowed to help look for it? or, is, is it, can i get a hint?” he stutters and takes a step toward you. “ah!” the exclamation catches him off guard, but you smile at him with your hand still in the bag. “found it.” “oh. oh, that’s good—” “ta-da!” when you finally take your hand out, there’s nothing in it. but tobio’s still surprised at your index finger and thumb shooting a heart in his direction. the heart accompanied by your amused grin get his face to heat up, and his eyes can’t stop darting from your face to your hand. he clears his throat. “i—” he doesn’t know if he should tell you to shut up or walk away. “th...thanks.” “thanks?” “shut up.”
BOKUTO lets out a yelp when he hits his head against the desk, trying to get up after grabbing a dropped pen. you call out from the room over, “ko? you okay?” he stands up properly with a groan, and rubs the top of his head. “yeah, i just hit my head.” there’s a pout on his face when you walk in to check on him and you do your best not to comment on how cute he looks.  “lemme see.” you reach your arms out, gesturing for him to come closer. kotaro reaches you, and you tilt his head down. “what’re you doing, baby?” he asks. instead of answering, you kiss the spot he was rubbing, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away and running a hand through his hair when he looks at you. “does it feel a little better now?” blush is suddenly dusting his cheeks. “yeah, thank you.” but then he nuzzles into the crook of your neck and he shyly asks, “can i have another one?”
AKAASHI has a bad habit of falling asleep with his glasses on. the amount of times he’s woken up to indents from them pushed into his skin is too many to for him to count. you quietly walk in to check on him and almost coo at the sight of your boyfriend curled up in bed, book in his hand. doing your best not to wake him up, you make your way over and kneel in front of him. gently, you take his glasses off, and pull the blanket up to cover him properly. keiji wakes to the feeling of you tucking him in, and does his best to stay still as you press a kiss to his forehead. “have a good nap, keiji. love you,” you whisper sweetly. he listens to you padding out of the room and waits patiently to hear the door click behind you. as soon as the coast is clear, he shoves his face into the cold side of the pillow to try calming down.
OIKAWA’s used to fans offering him gifts from chocolates to one-of-a-kind sweaters. he thought he was immune to surprises, until he spots you walking toward him with your hands behind your back and a grin on your face. “hm? what’s this?” he asks when you stop a few steps in front of him. “guess.” “...guess? is it…my phone charger you stole a few days ago? maybe a very expensive dinner?” “first of all, i put it back. second of all, why would i bring dinner here?” he pouts. “because you love me?” “tooru—i’d say no i don’t but i guess i have to agree today.” you jokingly sigh before pulling out a bouquet of flowers from behind you. “surprise!” tooru blinks, then gapes, maybe for once being lost for words at a present. “i picked each kind myself, and there’s a little card where i wrote down their meanings,” you explain with a smile. his chest tightens—in a good way—and when he looks at you his gaze is softer than usual. tooru sighs before clasping his hands over yours. he hopes you don’t notice the way they tremble a little when he teases, “if i didn’t know better, i’d think you have a crush on me.”
IWAIZUMI doesn’t know how attractive he is sometimes, maybe a lot of the time, really. you wake up to the sound of his morning voice saying “good morning, baby,” and the sight of him in bed beside you. “haji.” hajime groans as he stretches, only furthering your point in your mind.  “yeah?” “you look really handsome right now, y’know.” he freezes mid-stretch and whips his head to look at you. “what?” “you look really handsome,” you repeat yourself in a murmur, preoccupied with staring at your boyfriend. with his stretch over, he reaches to pull the blanket over your head. “hey—” “don’t just say that to me.” “but i’m right. you’re handsome and pretty, you’re like a prince, li—” “stop,” hajime groans and brings the blanket to cover his own face—not out of annoyance, but because if you saw how red he got over a few compliments he thinks he might explode.
OSAMU loves cooking for you, no matter how many days a week he does it. but you know he’s had an especially busy, rough day today, and tell him to sit down so you can get dinner yourself. he grins and sits up properly at the sight of you walking toward him. “thank you, babe, seriously. you’re an angel,” he groans. “pretty sure that would make you a deity or something if one meal is all it takes to be an angel.” you snort. he shifts so you can sit beside him, and reaches for the plate. “wait, wait, wait.” you stop him and move his hand away. osamu raises a brow and stares while you grab a spoonful of the meal. “what are you doin’?” all you do is smile and raise the spoon to his mouth, other hand in position to catch any food that falls. “open up.” “babe, y’don’t have to fe—” “‘samu, open up,” you sing-song to cut him off. osamu softy laughs, incredulous, but surrenders and opens his mouth. he can’t tell if it’s because the food is hot, or because you get another spoonful ready to feed him, but osamu feels an urge to cover his face. “ready for the next one?”
ARAN comes out of the shower to see you curled up in bed and smiles. “i’m done, you can go in whenever you want,” he says as he reaches for his shirt. you hum and push the blanket off. aran’s usually the one flustering you, especially at times like this when he’s shirtless and if you wanted, you could watch him getting ready. but this time it’s your turn as his eyes trail down and linger to the bottom of your shirt when you stretch—where it lifts enough that your stomach peeks out. you groan and don’t move to fix it while you continue to lie in bed, eyes closed for a few more seconds. he's always teased you about staring while he stretched, and being on the other side of things he suddenly really, really understands what you mean when you say something about it is attractive. aran is still staring at your arms above your head by the time you look back at him. “aran?” “what?” he asks a little too quickly. you raise a brow and he scratches the back of his ear before looking away. “nothing. it's nothing.”
SAKUSA’s hair is getting too long, he notes to himself as it decides to fall in front of his eyes again. he huffs in annoyance, but makes no indication that he wants to bother pushing it back. you watch him from the corner of your eye. “your hair’s getting long again, huh?” “yeah, i’ll need to cut it soon.” you hum and stare at the strands slightly covering his view. “not gonna move it out of the way?” kiyoomi sighs and closes his eyes. “later.” his eyes shoot open again when he suddenly feels a hand that isn’t his reach for his hair instead. he watches as you carefully brush it back, messing with it so it’d stay out of his eyes. “you have a hair tie? or a bobby pin?” you ask, holding his hair in place and mindlessly rubbing a thumb against his cheek. kiyoomi stares at you and doesn’t respond, focused on the warmth of your palm against his scalp. “‘omi?” “huh? oh, in my bag. thanks.” he pretends he doesn’t hope you don’t find anything so he can stay in this position a little longer.
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elllisaaa · 2 months ago
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minghao bf thoughts pls 🫶
BF!MINGHAO who's always by your side no matter what, who doesn't seem like it sometimes but who always has an eye on you.
he's holding hands with you all the time, no matter where you are, who you're with or what you're doing. minghao especially does it when he can feel that you're anxious. the way you relax immediately when he swipes his thumb over your hand and squeezes it makes him feel better too - he loves to know that he's able to be some kind of comfort to you. when you do the same for him and grab his hand, minghao is immediately reconforted. holding hands is one of the only marks of affection he gives to you in public, never because he's ashamed of you, but simply because he prefers to keep that private, to keep your love private. so he will not really kiss you on the lips when you're with other people - he saves them for when you're alone - but he gives you so many kisses on your cheeks, the top of your hair or your forehead. it feels even sweeter and intimate to the both of you and you smile at each other everytime he kisses you. minghao kisses your hands a lot too - soft kisses to every one of your knuckles before he intertwines your fingers with his.
"let me hold your hand darling, i don't want to lose you in the crowd."
he loves to have deep conversations about serious subjects with you, it's very interesting because you get to know more about the ways you're both seeing the world in different ways. and everytime minghao is blown away from how well you're completing each other. you're not always agreeing on everything, but it still fits perfectly. and he also can't get over how clever you are. whenever you have a new fixation or obsession, he lets you ramble about it and asks details to get to know more. even when the subject is pretty tough and complicated, he wants you to tel everything. and when it's his turn to explain something in-depth, he always makes sure that he doesn't make you feel like you're dumb for asking some questions or not getting on the first try, he always makes you feel at ease. minghao also has so much respect for you. whatever you do, he will support you through it and give you advice. you want to start a new hobby ? he'll help you buy the supplies you need. you want to change jobs or major ? it's okay, it's a big step but he'll be with you all the way. and he never fails to remind you that he's really proud of you.
"you did so good love, i'm so proud of you."
talking about being proud, minghao praises you a lot, for about anything. and he especially makes sure to compliment you about the things he knows you're insecure about, because every little part of you is perfect in his eyes and he can't bear the thought of you not loving yourself as much as he does. and it all feels so natural that you can't help but believe him. whenever you both have a day off, minghao loves to spend a lazy day at home with you. you pick out a book for each other, he makes you some tea, and you spend the whole day reading, quietly talking and just basking in each other's presence. one of you often ends up falling asleep, and when it's your turn to take a nap, minghao adores watching you sleep. he brushes his fingers against the soft skin of your cheeks, runs his hands through your hair and kisses your eyelids tenderly. you just look so peaceful like that, he cannot help it. his need to take care of you translates in the way he always insists on helping you when you're sick or sad. he stays by your side to help you even if you tell him that you can take care of yourself, he loves to do it for you.
"don't move darling, i'm going to prepare you some tea, yeah ? it'll help you sleep better."
BF!MINGHAO who's in need for control, who needs you to behave. he will give you what you want if only you follow his rules.
we all know that minghao loves art, and as an artist, i think he would love shibari a lot for two main reasons. first is that it allows him to have full control over you and do whatever he wants. second, it looks very aesthetically pleasing. he has a lot of different ropes, of different sizes and colors, so he can switch up depending his mood or yours that day. he always makes sure that the knots are not too tight, and that you know you can say your safe word at any times, to not hesitate to tell him if you're uncomfortable. minghao loves to tie you up in ways that exposes his favourite parts of your body to him, or in ways that render you unable to move and lets him do anything he wants. he fucks you with your wrists tied to your ankles, pretty knots all over your legs while he's having his way from behind. he will also pull on the ropes for some more leverage. one of his favourite parts is when he frees you from the ropes and they leave red marks all over your body.
"you look so pretty like this, all pretty just for me."
minghao takes foreplay very seriously, he wants you literally soaking wet by the time he pushes his cock inside of you. and this man knows how to use his fingers for sure. he also knows how much you like them and he loves to tease you with them. he circles your clit until you're cumming from only that, he run his fingers against your folds but never puts them in, he insists that you don't need more than one of his finger. he could spend hours with his fingers deep inside of you without getting tired of it. minghao also makes you beg for them too, asks you to spell it out for him before he lets you have them. the best part is that the both of you are enjoying it just the same - you cum (most of the time) and he gets to feel you squeeze around his fingers. though he isn't above edging either. when you're being a brat and getting on his nerves, you think you finally got him right where you wanted when he gives you his fingers, but he doesn't let you cum until he's satisfied with how much of a mess he made of you.
"don't get all shy on me now darling, you wanted my fingers now take it."
he loves to experiment too, loves to help you discover everything that you like, loves when you let him test something too. he always makes these nights special and sweet so you know how much he appreciates you because even if he's gonna be fucking you in an hour, he's still a gentlemen. when he has the time to really take care of you, minghao loves to use a blindfold on you. he knows that it heightens all of your senses, and he has so much playing with your body when you can't see. you react to every one of his touches even more, whining every time his fingers trace your skin, moaning every time he kisses you, shivering every time he speaks to you. it doesn't happen often though because minghao does love to have your eyes on him while he's fucking you. it's something he's very adamant about - keeping eye contact. even when he's deep inside of you, your legs trembling around his waist, he still asks you to keep your eyes open. it makes it even more intense and intimate for him, he feels even more connected to you this way. cumming at the same time while looking in each other's eyes is what gets him going the most.
"eyes on me darling, i want to see you when i make you cum around my dick."
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thebunnednun · 4 months ago
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Sweet dreams!~ Trafalgar D. Law x Wife! Reader (Modern Au)
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Prompt: Hear me out, Law with a girlfriend who has Narcolepsy. Ya know, just like Ace who keeps sleeping randomly.
Dearest, @orange-milky
You ask, you shall receive! I made a few changes with it. I hope you don't mind.
Another request for Follower Fridays! If you have a fic request go ahead and send it to me to see it pop on Friday! 
Art was found here.
On with the show!!~
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Some quick college major headcanons: 
Monkey D. Luffy - Sports Science or Physical Education Roronoa Zoro - Martial Arts or Kinesiology Nami - Meteorology or Economics with a minor in Business Marketing 
Brook - Music or Performing Arts
Usopp - Engineering or Fine Arts Sanji - Culinary Arts
Tony Tony Chopper - Medicine or Veterinary Science Nico Robin - Archaeology or History Franky - Mechanical Engineering Jinbei- Marine Biologist or Environmental/Human rights activist
Trafalgar D. Water Law - Medicine
Bepo - Environmental Science or Zoology Shachi - Marine Biology
Penguin - Engineering or Naval Architecture
Ikkaku - Pharmacy or Chemistry
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You and Law didn’t meet in the most conventional way. 
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Law stood at the entrance of the bustling campus cafeteria, scanning the area for a place to grab a quick lunch. Amid the crowd, he noticed a girl passionately discussing a book with a group of friends. Her energy and enthusiasm were captivating, and for a moment, Law found himself intrigued.
As he watched, she suddenly stopped mid-sentence and began to sway. Her friends reached out, but before they could react, she collapsed onto a nearby bench, sound asleep. Law's curiosity piqued. He approached her friends, who seemed unfazed by the incident.
"Is she okay?" Law asked, his voice carrying a hint of concern.
One of her friends, a short-ish guy with fluffy black hair, turned to him and smiled. "Yeah, she's fine. She has narcolepsy. It happens sometimes." He tried to swipe her pizza before a tangerine haired girl slapped his hand away. 
Law nodded, filing away this new information. He glanced back at the girl, now peacefully napping, and felt a strange pull to learn more about her.
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A few days later, Law found himself in the library, buried in research. He noticed the same girl from the cafeteria asleep at a nearby table, a stack of books around her. He approached quietly, debating whether to wake her.
Just then, her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him, slightly disoriented, but quickly recovered. 
“The fuck-”
"Hi, I'm sorry I startled you."
You reached for your purse as he placed an unopened gatorade on the table and motioned to the chair across from you. Remembering him from your biology class, you nodded and decided to let him sit, hand still on your pink stun gun. 
"Law," he introduced himself, taking a seat across from you. "I saw you pass out in the cafeteria the other day."
You chuckled softly. "Yeah, that happens a lot. It's part of having narcolepsy."
Law nodded, his curiosity deepening. "Must be challenging."
"It can be," you admitted. "But you learn to manage. And my friends help out a lot!"
“I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t feel comfortable seeing you alone and asleep.” 
'Awe, okay maybe he’s a gentleman.'
You smiled, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Well, at least if I get kidnapped, I'll be well-rested for the ransom negotiations."
Law took a sip of his coffee and immediately choked, nearly spraying it everywhere. He coughed, trying to regain his composure. "Okay, that's... that's one way to look at it," he said, laughing and wiping his mouth. "I guess I'll have to stick around to make sure they demand top dollar for you."
You giggled before hushing yourself when you saw the librarian round the corner. “So sweet to drive up the asking price." You saw a genuine smile flick across Law’s lips and decided to let him stick around. 
As they continued to talk, Law found himself drawn to your resilience and positive outlook. You had an infectious zest for life that Law couldn't ignore. So, over the next few weeks, you and Law grew closer. 
Turns out you had the same major and classes!
He made it a point to learn more about narcolepsy, wanting to support you as best as he could. You spent time studying together, going to coffee shops, and exploring the campus.
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Park Bench:
One afternoon, Law was walking through the campus park when he noticed a familiar figure sprawled on a bench. He chuckled, recognizing you immediately. You had a book resting on your chest, your peaceful expression illuminated by the dappled sunlight.
"Dreamer," he called softly, sitting beside you. He gently removed the book and adjusted your position to make you more comfortable.
Just then, Luffy and his friends passed by, noticing the scene. Luffy grinned, giving Law a thumbs up. "Taking good care of [Name], Law?"
Law rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smile. "Yeah, Luffy. Always."
Eating:
During lunch, you and Law sat with a group of his friends. Mid-conversation, you suddenly slumped forward, asleep on the table. Law sighed, used to the sight, and gently lifted your head, placing a folded jacket under it as a makeshift pillow.
Penguin and Shachi, who were sitting across from you, exchanged amused glances. "Hands full?" Penguin questioned with a chuckle.
Law smirked. "You have no idea."
Drive-Through:
One evening, Law decided to take you out for a quick dinner. As he pulled up to the drive-through, he started to place the order when he felt a small weight hit his shoulder. Glancing over, he saw you had fallen asleep, your head resting against him. 
He sighed but smiled fondly. "Yeah, can I get two cheeseburgers, one with extra pickles, and a large fries with an apple pie?" he said, already knowing your order by heart.
TA’ing a Classroom:
During one of your lectures, Law received an urgent text from Professor Garp. He hurried to the classroom, finding you asleep at your desk. Your student’s were giggling quietly, but Law's concern was evident.
"Dreamer," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. "Time to go."
You blinked up at him, embarrassed. "Sorry, Law."
"It's okay," he said softly, helping you gather your things. "Let's get you somewhere comfortable."
He picked you up like a small teddy bear and shuffled you out of the door. You gazed up at him, your eyes soft and affectionate. "I must really trust you if I keep falling asleep around you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper before sleep pulled you back under. 
Coffee Shop:
You and Law were enjoying a quiet afternoon in your favorite coffee shop. As he was engrossed in a medical journal, he suddenly felt your head against his shoulder. You had fallen asleep, your coffee cup still half-full.
The barista, Sanji, who knew you both well, smiled and whispered to Law, "She’s out again, huh?"
Law nodded, carefully shifting you into his lap. "Yeah, she is." 
Later that evening, while watching a movie in Law's apartment, you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder. Law softly adjusted your position, making sure you were comfortable. He watched you sleep, admiring the lovely girl he hadn't expected to drop into his life.
The next day, You woke up in Law's room, covered with a blanket. ‘He must’ve taken the couch.’ You smiled, feeling a warmth in your chest. The first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. Law knocked before walking in, holding a cup of coffee. His hair was slightly tousled, and his eyes softened as he saw you awake.
"Morning," he said, handing you a warm mug. The steam rose gently, carrying the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. You sat up fully and pushed yourself against the headboard, your fingers brushing against his as he steadied the mug.
"Thanks," you said, taking a sip. The warmth spread through you, both from the coffee and the gesture. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to," Law said simply, his voice low and sincere. "I care about you."
Your eyes softened as you looked at him, a gentle smile spreading across your face. "I care about you too, Law. Thanks for understanding."
Law smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 
"Get used to it. I'm not going anywhere."
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It had been a few months and you were now dating. One day, during a particularly stressful exam period, you expressed your frustration. "I feel like such a burden sometimes."
Law looked at you, his eyes serious. "You're not a burden, [Name]. You're important to me. Your condition doesn't change that." He abandoned his book and moved closer, cupping your face in his hands. His touch was gentle yet firm, grounding you. 
Law's gaze softened as he rested his forehead against yours. "You're strong, and you're doing your best. We'll get through this together," he murmured, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. Law leaned in and placed several soft kisses along the apples of your cheeks, each one filled with reassurance and love.
The heat rose up in your chest and flood through you. "Thank you, Law,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. Instead of speaking more, you reached up and gently squeezed Law's hands, your eyes meeting his with a look that conveyed everything you couldn't put into words.
You closed your eyes, feeling the tension slowly melt away. In that moment, the stress of exams and the challenges of your condition seemed more manageable with Law by your side. As you both held each other close, the room filled with a comforting silence, punctuated only by the soft sounds of your breathing.
—------------------------ Moving in together!
Dating Law had always been an adventure. From the intense late-night study sessions to the countless study dates where you'd find each other engrossed in medical journals, dedication was something you both admired deeply. But it wasn’t long before you noticed the dark circles under his eyes, the way his movements grew sluggish as the night wore on, and how he often seemed distant, lost in his thoughts.
One particularly late evening, you found him in his apartment, staring at the ceiling, his eyes wide open despite the exhaustion etched into his features. It was then you realized: Law had insomnia. He never mentioned it, brushing off your concerns with a quick smile and a change of subject, but the signs were undeniable. 
That little fucker!
"Law," you said softly, sitting beside him on the bed. "How long have you been dealing with this?"
He sighed, turning to face you. "A while," he admitted. "It's just part of who I am."
You frowned, brushing a hand through his hair. "But it doesn't have to be. You help me so I’m gonna help you. We can figure this out together."
It was that moment that solidified your decision to move in together. If you were going to help each other through medical school and residency, you needed to be there for one another, especially during the tough times.
Moving in together was a significant step, but it felt natural. You found comfort in the rhythm of shared routines and small domestic rituals. Mornings began with sleepy kisses and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, while evenings often ended with both of you sprawled on the couch, medical textbooks spread around, discussing cases and treatments.
Helping Law with his insomnia became part of your routine the way he helped you with your narcolepsy was part of his. You started by creating a calming nighttime environment: dim lights, soft music, and sometimes even a warm bath. But it was the nights when you held him close, your fingers running through his hair, whispering soothing words, that made the most difference.
On nights when sleep seemed to be closing in on you, you’d tackle his big goofy ass into the bed and koala him, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety. "Just breathe," you'd murmur, your voice a gentle anchor in the dark. "I've got you."
He’d relax against you, the tension slowly easing from his body as your fingers traced soothing patterns on his scalp. Sometimes, you’d hum softly, a melody you both loved, letting the music lull him into a sense of peace.
There were still nights when he'd find you asleep first, your body sprawled in the most inconvenient places — fully on top of the kitchen table, upside down on the couch, curled up in the tub (scared the literal shit outta him) or even mid-sentence on your shared bed. He'd just chuckle softly, scooping you up and carrying you to bed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before tucking you in. 
Living together was pretty lit. You learned to navigate each other’s quirks and habits, finding joy in the little things. Your bodies weird sleep patterns weren't a burden but more of a shared challenge, one you faced together. And through it all, the love between you grew stronger, built on a foundation of mutual support and understanding.
Despite the long hours and the relentless demands of your budding medical careers, you found peace in each other’s presence. The moments of rest, however fleeting, were treasured. In the quiet hours of the night, with Law’s head resting on your chest, you’d find yourself smiling, knowing that no matter how tough things got, you’d always have each other to come home to.
Your shared friends played a vital role in this journey as well. They rallied around you and Law, each offering their unique brand of support. Luffy, with his infectious energy, would drag Law into spontaneous campus adventures, exhausting him just enough to help him sleep better. There was a time when Luffy insisted on a late-night beach bonfire, where the sound of the waves and the warmth of the fire finally lulled Law into a deep sleep.
Zoro, in his own quiet way, introduced Law to meditation and breathing exercises, often practicing together in the early mornings before the day’s chaos began. Sanji would cook up hearty meals designed to promote sleep (for you energy), slipping herbal teas into your nightly routine. 
"Chamomile for the win," he'd say with a wink, handing Law a steaming cup. 
Nami and Robin took a more research-based approach, scouring medical journals and holistic remedies to find anything that might help. They'd often have evenings where they'd share their findings, creating a comprehensive plan that combined traditional and alternative methods.
Chopper, being a doctor prodigy himself, was a great ally. He frequently checked on Law’s progress, suggesting adjustments to his routine or medication. 
And then there was Usopp and Franky, who used their engineering skills to design a customized, noise-canceling sleep mask and a comfortable, ergonomic bed that helped reduce stress and promote better sleep. Even Brook, with his calming violin melodies, would sometimes play soothing lullabies, his skeletal fingers dancing over the strings.
Law's friends, initially unsure about your condition, quickly adapted. Bepo, a tall dark skinned man with the best hugs anyone could ever give, and one of Law's closest friends, would carry You to a comfortable spot whenever you fell asleep in odd places. Penguin and Shachi would create makeshift beds with their hats whenever they saw you clock out at the study table. Ikkaku didn’t play about your safety either. If you fell asleep at the pub then she was keeping her arm around you at all times until Law could take you home. 
Damn you loved everybody!!~
Living together, surrounded by such a supportive group of friends, made the journey easier. The nights were no longer something to dread but moments of bonding and care. You and Law found a balance, each learning to lean on the other, and the support of your shared friends only strengthened your resolve. 
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At Home:
Law arrived home first, pacing the living room as he waited for you. Today he wasn’t able to drive you both due to him being on call. Hearing your car pull up, he stepped outside, just in time to see you struggling to stay awake. Opening the car door for you, he teased, "I'm surprised you didn't fall asleep again."
You smiled sheepishly. "I tried my best." You threw him your keys and decided to leave the bags in the car.
He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you inside. "You need to be more careful, sweetheart. I worry about you."
"You always worry," you replied, resting your head against his shoulder.
"And I'll never stop," he said softly, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
Inside, Law set you down on the couch, handing you a glass of water. You looked up at him, eyes filled with gratitude and affection. He sat beside you, taking your hand. "I'll always take care of you, Dreamer. Just promise me you'll try to be more careful."
"I promise," you said, squeezing his hand.
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Office Couch:
One late evening, you finished your shift at the hospital and decided to check on Law in his office. Opening the door quietly, you found him slumped over his desk, fast asleep. His dark circles and the clutter of medical journals around him told you he hadn't been sleeping well.
Smiling softly, you walked over and gently shook his shoulder. "Babe, you need to sleep properly."
He groaned, barely awake. "I'm fine, my love."
"No, you're not," you insisted, helping him up. You led him to the couch in his office, coaxing him to lie down. Once he was settled, you snuggled up beside him, your warmth and presence easing him into a deeper sleep.
Living Room:
One night, you woke up to find the bed empty. Knowing Law's struggle with insomnia, you got up and found him on the couch, wide awake and staring at the ceiling.
"Law," you whispered, sitting beside him. "Can't sleep again?"
He sighed, shaking his head. "No."
Without a word, you laid down beside him, making yourself the big spoon. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. "You know, I don't mind being your personal pillow," you murmured, your fingers gently playing with his hair.
He relaxed against you, his tense muscles slowly unwinding. Your soothing voice and gentle touch worked their magic, and before long, he drifted off to sleep in your embrace.
University Library:
During a late-night study session in the library, you found Law fast asleep amidst a pile of books. You knew he had been pushing himself too hard, so you carefully moved the books aside and slid in next to him.
"Couldn't stay awake without me, huh?"
You wrapped an arm around him, nuzzling your head against his shoulder like a cat. The warmth of your body and the steady rhythm of your breathing provided him with a sense of comfort. Even in his sleep, he instinctively pulled you closer, just loving your presence.
Bedroom:
One particularly rough night, you woke to Law pacing the hallway, unable to settle down. You got out of bed and approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.
"Come back to bed, Baby," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his back.
He sighed, leaning into your touch. "I can't sleep," he found your hands and raised them to his lips to plant kisses on the back of them. You booped his nose before kissing his shoulder blades. “C’mon,”
You pulled backwards to guide him to the bed and fell backwards, making yourself the big spoon. As you held him close, you began to talk softly, recounting your day and telling him stories. Your fingers threaded through his hair, your voice soothing and rhythmic.
Gradually, you felt his breathing even out, his body relaxing completely. You stayed like that, holding him until you were sure he was deeply asleep, knowing that your presence was his anchor.
Kitchen:
Early one morning, you found Law asleep at the kitchen table, his head resting on his folded arms. He had clearly been up all night, working on something.
You sighed softly, shaking your head with a fond smile. "Oh, babe."
Carefully, you lifted him from the chair, supporting his weight as you guided him to the bedroom. Once he was settled in bed, you climbed in beside him, snuggling close.
"I've got you," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He mumbled something incoherent, suddenly wrapping an arm around your hips as he drifted deeper into slumber.
You stayed with him, knowing that even in his dreams, he needed the reassurance of your presence.
After graduation—---- 
Years had passed since your days as a medical student, and now you were a fully-fledged doctor, training young residents alongside Law. The hospital environment was a bustling hub of activity, and your relationship with Law had to be kept under wraps from the higher-ups. Despite the secrecy, your students couldn't help but notice the chemistry between you two.
"I swear, the Trafalgar’s are such an adorable couple," one of your residents whispered to another during a break.
"Totally! He's all grumpy and she's like his sunshine! They're like hospital mom and dad," the other replied with a grin.
Unbeknownst to them, their playful shipping was not far from the truth. Law's stern demeanor contrasted with your warm, approachable nature, creating a dynamic that both baffled and endeared your students. They would often turn to you for guidance, seeing you as a nurturing figure, while Law's gruff exterior masked his deep care for his residents and patients. 
(Freaking softy~)
Despite the progress in managing your narcolepsy, there were still moments when it caught up with you. It never happened during lectures or patient interactions, but sometimes during lunch, in your car, or in the privacy of your office, you would fall into a deep sleep, impossible to wake up from.
One afternoon, after a particularly exhausting morning, you found yourself nodding off during lunch. Your residents, familiar with your condition, quickly alerted Law with a series of beeps. He arrived shortly after, a mix of concern and affection in his eyes as he gently lifted you into his arms.
"You've got to be more careful, Dreamer," he whispered, carrying you to his office where you could sleep undisturbed.
He placed you on the couch, covering you with a soft blanket. Your peaceful expression as you slept brought a smile to his face, even as he sighed at the thought of how hard you pushed yourself.
In the Car:
One evening, after a long shift, you decided to take a moment to rest in your car before heading home. Law was finishing up some paperwork when one of your residents knocked on his door, slightly panicked.
"Dr. Trafalgar? Dr. Trafalgar fell asleep in her car. We can't wake her up."
Law's expression softened as he nodded. "I'll take care of it."
He found you in your car, head resting against the window, completely out cold. Carefully, he opened the door and gently lifted you out, carrying you back to his office.
"Dreamer," he murmured, settling you on the couch once more. "You really need to take it easy."
In Your Office:
During a rare moment of downtime, you had decided to catch up on some paperwork in your office. The next thing you knew, you were waking up to the feeling of Law's arms around you, lifting you from your chair.
"Can't resist taking a nap just to be in my arms?" he teased, carefully carrying you to his office.
You mumbled something incoherent, still barely unconscious, but snuggled closer to him. Law chuckled softly, his heart swelling with affection.
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Law glanced at his phone, the familiar chime indicating a new message. It was from one of the medical students.
"Dr. Trafalgar, she fell asleep in the common room again."
He sighed, a mix of exasperation and fondness crossing his features. Quickly gathering his things, he made his way to the common room. As he entered, he saw you slumped over a pile of textbooks, softly snoring. The sight of you asleep, with your hair slightly tousled and your face relaxed, made him smile despite his concern.
"Dreamer," he murmured, gently shaking your shoulder.
You stirred, blinking sleepily up at him. "Law...?"
"Couldn't wait to fall into my arms, huh?" he smirked, squatting down to your height to plant a kiss on your sleepy head.
He gently lifted you into his arms, feeling your head nestled against his shoulder. Your soft breaths tickled his neck, reminding him of how much he adored these moments, even though he wished they didn't happen under such circumstances. As he carried you through the corridors, fellow doctors and nurses exchanged knowing smiles and whispered comments about the devoted couple.
Arriving at his office, Law gently placed you on the couch he had designated for moments like these. He covered you with a warm, soft blanket and brushed a stray hair from your face. You looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, and it tugged at his heartstrings.
"You're lucky I found you," he said, his tone lighter. "Guess who's getting extra assignments as punishment?"
You pouted, still half-asleep. " 'S not fair..."
"Life's not fair," he replied, smirking. "Ah, you're so cute. Don't even remember we're doctors now."
You mumbled something incoherent, your eyes half-closed, but a playful thought crossed your mind. "No, but I know who I married!~"
Law's eyes widened in realization, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh, look who's not really asleep!"
Before you could respond, he unleashed a tickle attack, making you squirm and squeal uncontrollably. The light of his office caught your wedding rings, making them shine brightly. You tried to fend him off, but your laughter and sleepiness weakened your defenses.
"Law! Stop!" you giggled, trying to catch your breath.
With a mischievous glint in your eye, you decided to turn the tables. You reached up and bit his collarbone, catching him off guard, before you began to tickle him back. Law's deep chuckles filled the room as he tried to evade your wiggly fingers, but you were relentless. 
"Don’t you dare!" he managed between laughs, his usual stoic expression replaced with one of pure joy.
The two of you ended up rolling around on the couch, tickling and laughing until you were both breathless and tangled in the blanket. You finally stopped, both of you lying there, panting and grinning at each other.
"Okay, okay, truce," Law said, holding up his hands in surrender.
You snuggled closer to him, resting your head on his chest. "Truce," you agreed, your eyes closing as you felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Law wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Get some rest, my wife. I've got you."
As you drifted back to sleep, the warmth of the blanket and Law's presence lulling you into a peaceful slumber, Law watched over you, his heart full of love and admiration for his wife. 
His wife! 
The two of you had made it through college, med school, residency, board exams, your shitty sleep schedules and really made it out the other end. 
The sight of you nestled comfortably, your hair fanned out on the pillow, brought a sense of worship over him. He gently adjusted the blanket around you again, ensuring you were snug and warm. As he settled back into his chair to work, the sound of your soft, steady breathing was the sweetest music to his ears. It filled the room with a sense of calm, a gentle reminder of the love and life you shared.
Law often found himself pausing in his work to steal glances at you, his heart pounding against his ribs. Your presence grounded him, reminded him of what truly mattered. The stresses of the day faded into the background, replaced by the serene comfort of your love. 
He marveled at your resilience, your unwavering spirit, and the way you faced each day with a smile, despite the challenges your condition brought. And then you had to go in and save him, too. With your warmth, the gentle touches and those little kisses you ghosted over him while he slept. All those nights he couldn’t sleep he was shakey and on the verge of tears and you’d bathe him and calm him down. You let him into your life and he was going to thank you every day for it. 
With you, even the mundane felt extraordinary. And as he sat there, watching over you, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Blessed for your love, your partnership, and the beautiful journey you were on together. Life, with all its unpredictability and challenges, was perfect because he had you to share it with.
Despite the casual chaos of your busy lives, this moment reminded him of why he cherished you so deeply. Life, with all its demands and pressures, was brighter with you by his side. And as he worked, the sound of your soft, steady breathing was the sweetest music to his ears. 
“I love you.”
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wyndowpane · 2 months ago
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okay so i made a pinterest and seeing all the sonic headcanons is making me want to make my own so… SONIC HEADCANONS ‼️
Sonic is very forgetful and as such Tails puts sticky notes around their house reminding him of any errands he needs to run or things he has to do
Sonic loves to boast about Tails’ accomplishments. Sonic has the biggest ego but he’s also so proud of Tails that he will, much to Tails’ embarrassment, loudly proclaim how cool his inventions are
Amy loves going over to visit Cream and Vanilla to help out, and she loves baking with them
I don’t see people talking about Vanilla nearly enough, but i think everyone who knows her adores her and likes to help her out - she is a single mum, after all. Sonic will run errands for her, Amy will babysit Cream, Knuckles will carry her grocery bags for her, Tails will make her little gadgets and trinkets with Cream, etc. It’s all very sweet
Sonic takes a lot of naps. It doesn’t matter when or where he just plonks himself down and he’s out
Amy carries a polaroid camera around with her to take photos with her friends and then pin them to a cork board
I’ve seen this said before, but Silver is a history nerd
He’s also a giant trivia fan. He’s the kind of person that’ll memorise the dates that his favourite movies came out and then pull that fact from nowhere and his friends are all really confused as to why he knows that off the top of his head (No i’m not projecting. Shh.)
I also strongly believe Tails knows how to sew and has a sewing machine
Blaze, Shadow and Espio probably have a book club. Sometimes Tails and Silver will join them on their sessions.
Knuckles taught Amy some hand-to-hand combat. Boxing stuff, yaknow?
Blaze’s gloves are a lot tougher and more abrasive to withstand her fireballs
Sonic is a big fan of older things believe it or not. From classic fairytales and stories (thinking back to the storybook games), to retro music and 80s movies
^Side note, he also loves Michael Jackson’s music and i think he’d love Back To The Future
I also think that Silver likes Star Wars
Silver has a sweet tooth, but Blaze has a more savoury taste. Blaze’s tolerance for spicy foods is also much higher than Silv’s
Espio and Blaze are also big on candles, i think
Because Silver grew up in the literal apocalypse, i think he’s very adaptable. he’ll manage with what he’s got, and he’s very resilient
Tails prefers 2D animation to 3D. Charmy prefers 3D animation. Cream chooses to not get involved in the matter
Vector was in a band in his youth, just like he is now with Espio and Charmy. He wasn’t any better back then, but he also wears hearing aides now because he busted his hearing with his music too loud. He still hasn’t learnt his lesson from that.
Just shooting off a few for you! When my mental headspace gets worse Sonic is always my comfort fandom, so here i am, and i hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you would like more or if you had any ideas, i’m especially trying to think of some for Mighty and Ray, because they’re my special little guys goddammit.
Remember: stay way past cool!
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chiiyuuvv · 9 months ago
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[DAY 10] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !
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— " being unable to keep his eyes off of you " ; library
♡list : @lecheugo , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @starryriize
As soon as the bell rings sungchan is out the door, waving his friends goodbye as he makes his way to the local library that was only a block away from his current location. There, he was going to return his book that he had borrowed from the kind librarian, before making his way to the rows and rows of long shelves, pondering to himself what he was going to read next.
If he was actually going to read it.
Sungchans been coming to the library for a week straight now, not to find nice literature that could wash away his boredom, no, it was to catch a glimpse at you. You were the pretty girl that came here everyday to study your past works and prepare for future tests. And to say the very least, sungchan was mesmerized.
He loved watching your eyes light up when you finally understood your topic, or when a pout formed onto your lips whenever you got a question wrong. You had him at a chokehold although you didnt know him, the boy willingly dropping his friends and sports just to be in the same room as you. He was more than mesmerized.
But he also was a little shy.
Okay, really shy.
The poor boy couldnt even admire you for long when you suddenly turn your head, his head moving in sync as it becomes a bright shade of red, finding a random book to distract him. Thats why hes been buying books everyday, so it didnt seem obvious he was staring at you.
But he couldnt help it. Not when you looked so, so pretty, blue light blockers sitting on the bridge of your nose perfectly as he mindlessly swoons more and more after every minute, every second. He hadn't told any of his friends what hes been up to, and he'd prefer to keep it that way, incase one of them decides to slip up infront of you.
Sometimes he loves them, other times he despises them.
Sungchan watches as you let out a long yawn, your head covering your open mouth before you take off your glasses and turn off your computer, resting your head on top of your arms which laid on the table. Were you tired? Usually, you keep a cup of coffee with you so you could power through the evening, but it seemed as if you've forgot it. Sungchan could of brought you a cup, and maybe then would he finally grow the balls to talk to you.
His steps are quiet, light as a feather as he inches toward your seemingly sleeping body, checking to see if you've really travel off to dream land. And it looks like.. you did. Sungchan quietly coos at your sleeping figure, swiftly removing his jacket to rest on your back for warmth. He was contemplating on staying with you, but in the end decides to leave since it would be weird to watch you sleep, plus hard to explain.
But although sungchan was feeling shy, he wanted to let you know that it was his jacket he had lended, and that he doesnt need it back. A smile forms onto his face as he starts to imagine how tiny you'd look in his clothes, how cute you'd look. He opts to leave you a little sticky note that was placed right beside your head, before swinging his bag on his shoulder and leaving for the day.
Hey.. i know you dont know me and i know this is kinda weird.. but i like you a lot. I think you're really pretty when you're focused on your work or when you're reading.. but im too shy to say it in front of you T_T
I'm sungchan, by the way, and you can keep the jacket, by the way. Wait, did i already say that? Anyways um i think you're really pretty and i like you a lot and i hope you've had a good nap. Whatever you're studying, you will achieve it in the future so dont give up. Bye :)
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barbarianprncess · 9 months ago
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annabeth chase and her many losing dogs: an (incomplete) anthology
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chapter one: a (brief) introduction to the game and it's players
She gives Cerberus her red rubber ball.
Because he’s a monster, but she doesn’t think he means to be.
Because he’s a lonely dog and she is lonely the same way. The kind that doesn’t know how lonely it is until a person shows up and reminds them. The kind that wishes to just be left in loneliness long enough for companionship to be forgotten altogether.
The ball will make him happy. He will destroy it within minutes, it will disappear after he does nothing but be himself.
(She does that sometimes too.)
First Round: Frederick Chase
Bet Type: Blind Faith; awarded via mass tradition.
Made with no experience. 
Trust given without the knowledge that trust must be earned. 
Annabeth is four years old and hungry. 
She hasn’t eaten since dinner last night. 
Dad is playing with his planes again. The fancy small piece ones that Annabeth is not allowed to touch, ‘not now, not ever.’ She’s not supposed to bother Dad when he plays with his planes. 
Plane time is Dad’s very special ‘by himself’ time. He’d explained a while ago that he has lots of very hard work to do, and then he has to take care of her which is even more lots of hard work,  and sometimes he needs his special ‘by himself’ time, because Annabeth is a big girl now who can read her books and not touch the sockets. 
(She wonders why he doesn’t do his special ‘by himself’ time when she’s taking her naps. That way they could have their together time when she’s awake.)
This would be fine, but she just ate the last of her super secret dad-is-in-his-study snack stash that she hides under her bed last week. 
She wants to go in and ask, but the last time she’d interrupted him, even though he smiled at her, his eyebrows got all scrunched up together. He was not happy to see her.
(Sometimes, she wonders if he ever is.)
Annabeth is really very hungry.
There are bananas on top of the fridge.
Annabeth creates a plan. 
The plan goes south almost immediately and she ends up dangling from the top of the white mountain with glass and bananas all over the ground. 
“Christ! Annabeth!” She is being yanked from her very small cliff and carried into the living room and Dad’s voice is very loud and his face is more than scrunched eyebrows and Annabeth is ashamed.
“What were you doing?”
“I was climbing on top of the fridge. I knocked over a vase.” 
That was the wrong answer because somehow his face gets even angrier. “Yes, I can see that. What were you thinking?”
“I wanted a banana. They were on top of the fridge.” 
He pinches his nose. That wasn’t the right answer either. “You just had breakfast.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. You had the fruit circles.”
“That was yesterday.”
He hesitates. “Okay, well you did wake up late, you couldn’t have waited until it was time to eat lunch?”
The clock on the microwave says 4:13 pm. “It is lunch.” 
He looks at the clock. Closes his eyes. When he opens them, he still looks angry but not at her. His voice is much quieter. “Why didn’t you come get me?”
“Last time you got sad. You were in a groove, you said unless it was an emergency not to come in. I thought I could reach it.”
She watches his face change. His eyebrows are still scrunched up but his eyes get gentler and sadder all at once. He sits down on the couch and lifts her up into his lap. It’s been so long, she sits on his knees like he’s a chair. He turns her around in his arms. 
“You’re such a quiet kid, Annabeth. Sometimes I forget you're here.”
She doesn’t think he said it to make her sad, but it does anyway. Which is irritating because she didn’t do anything wrong and she feels bad anyway. 
“I was a quiet kid too.”
She doesn’t want to be quiet. She wants to scream. She wants to cry. She wants to hit him. She wants—
“I’m gonna clean up the glass and then we’ll have mac and cheese.”
She nods and lets herself be sat back on the couch.
Second Round: Ms. Helen (from Dad’s work)
Bet Type: Good Faith; awarded via proxy.
Made with no experience. 
Trust given without the knowledge that trust must be earned. 
The first time her father forgets to pick her up from daycare, she is too young to remember. She was also too young to remember the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th times. 
She remembers the sixth.
Ms. Helen, dad’s work friend that has come to dinner  every wednesday for four weeks, shows up at school wearing black yoga pants and a messy-on-purpose bun.
(The kind that always looks strange in the bathroom mirror when she tries it on her curls in the morning before they leave.)
She smiles at her teacher, tight and pinchy. She does that laugh/talk/sigh thing adults do when the words they're saying don’t really matter. And before Annabeth knows it, she's staring at the backseat of a minivan.
“What’s that?”
Ms. Helen raises an eyebrow. “The car seat?”
Annabeth nods but looks down. She said it like it was obvious. Annabeth knows obvious things.
“Don’t you sit in one of  these to come to daycare?” 
“No.”
“You just sit in the seat?”
“Yes.”
“You're too little. It’s not safe to sit by yourself.”
Annabeth doesn’t know what she's supposed to say. This happens a lot. Adults do this thing where they ask you a question that they want a specific answer to. Annabeth has developed a skill in which she can always tell when the truth is not what an adult wants to hear. It has, so far, been a pretty useless skill because she has yet to master the skill of knowing what it is that they actually want to hear. 
(Sometimes, she figures it out and tells the truth anyway. Those times she doesn’t really mind getting in trouble after.)
“Your father must’ve put you in one of these.”
Annabeth shrugs. Her talent has deduced that Helen does not want Annabeth to say that she has never been in one of those, and figures nonverbal is the safest option because she would like to go home.
Helen crouches down and gets way up close to Annabeth's face. Her grown-up face-paint is smudged around the corner of her left eye. She smells like dish soap. 
“I borrowed this from my friend when your father called, so we have to get you your own. From now on, you don’t get in a car without one of these. Understand?”  
Annabeth nods.
Helen is looking at her with something strange and sad in her smudged up eye. She takes a deep breath.
Annabeth crawls into the backseat and waits to be tied in.
Fourth Round: Thalia Grace, Grover Underwood & Luke Castellan
Bet Type: Calculated Risk; awarded to an individual after carefully evaluated outcomes
Made after a great loss, in which perceived benefits outweigh potential detriment. 
Trust earned after a win. 
Thalia is frowning at her. 
Annabeth hasn’t been with her and Luke for that long, but she knows that this is not cause for too much concern because she’s usually frowning. 
Luke is the one with the smiles, and the cuddles, and the soft spot for the helpless strays—dogs and girls alike.
Thalia is the one with the frowns. 
(Annabeth can tell she has a soft spot for Luke though.)
Before she can muster up the courage to ask, Luke beats her to it. “What’s up with you?”
“Her hair.” Thalia has a talent where she can frown and speak at the same time. Annabeth wants to learn how to do that.
Luke smiles at her before fixing his eyes on her puff. She gets that feeling in her stomach she used to get when her teachers asked her questions about her house, like she should be hiding behind her fathers legs. 
(The last time she tried, Helen had snatched her arm and told her she was being rude.)
“Her hair.” He repeats in a way that tells both Annabeth and Thalia he has no idea what the problem is.
Thalia ignores him, and scribbles something down on his arm. “I saw a beauty supply store down the road. I need you to figure out a way to get this stuff.”
Luke frowns over her shoulder. (Uh-oh.) “That’s gonna be a bit of a stretch.”
“So stretch.”
“Thals—,”
She looks up at him and her eyes are all intense like when she’s fighting a monster. “They weren’t combing her hair. I took the hair tie off and it’s staying put. She’s only been on the run for 3 days.” Thalia looks back down at her. “Right? That’s how long you were by yourself?”
“Yes.” Annabeth nods. One of her favorite parts about being with Luke and Thalia, is that the truth is always enough.
Thalia looks back at Luke with something in her eyes that’s even softer than when Luke sleeps. “They weren’t combing her hair.”
Luke nods, a new kind of frown. The one he had when they found her. “On it.”
He winks at Annabeth and tweaks her nose which makes her laugh. Then he’s gone and it’s just the two of them. 
Annabeth and Thalia have never been alone for that long before, except for bathroom trips and when Luke gets them snacks.
Annabeth knows it wasn’t Thalia’s idea for her to join the two of them. Annabeth doesn’t think she wanted to leave her there, but she knows Thalia liked it when it was just her and Luke.
She’s looking up at the sky muttering something angry in another language. “What’s Luke going to get?” 
Thalia considers her for a moment and then sits down leaning against the brick alleyway. “Some hair stuff. Basics.”
“I thought we only took risks for food.”
Thalia smiles a little and it makes Annabeth's chest feel fuzzy. 
“You’re a smart kid.” She pats the ground next to her and Annabeth goes to sit next to her. 
“My mother…had a bad time. Things that aren’t supposed to be hard for mortals were very hard for her. And sometimes that made her not very nice to me.” She pauses and Annabeth waits patiently, doesn’t dare speak a word.
“She couldn’t really take care of herself. So, she couldn’t really take care of me either. My hair is curly like yours. And hair like ours needs special attention. When you don’t give it the care it needs, it gets stuck like this.” She takes Annabeth's hand and brings it up to her head, lets her tug on one strand gently. 
“I like your hair a lot!”
“Thank you. I do too. But, it wasn’t my choice. My mother let my hair loc up so she didn’t have to comb it every day. You should get to decide whether you want your hair like this. Did you ask to have your hair up in a bun for that long?”
Annabeth could tell her how her Dad used to braid her hair on Sunday nights. How they would sit and listen to music and he would spray and comb and braid until she fell asleep on his leg. How when he and Helen got married, he suddenly had no time to do anything that Helen could do instead. How her slick, shiny, and smooth haired stepmother would wrinkle down at her curls, yank a brush through her head and tell her she was ‘impossible’. 
But, she doesn’t. She looks down at her shoes and doesn’t say anything at all.
Thalia, even smaller than before, says, “Your parents weren’t very nice to you either. Were they?”
She doesn’t answer. 
She doesn’t have to. 
‘You’re such a quiet kid, Annabeth.’ 
(When Luke gets back, he and Thalia spend three hours spraying and combing and braiding until Annabeths hair isn’t stuck anymore.)
(In a few months, a satyr named Grover will take them to camp. 
Thalia will not make it across the border.)
(Annabeth will refuse to let anyone touch her hair for a year.)
Final Round: Perseus Jackson
Bet Type: Wild Card; awarded to an individual that fails to qualify through conventional procedure.
Made with gut feelings, no logic, and excruciating human defiance. 
Trust is given without measure.
Annabeth's first thought when she sees him for the first time is, “He must be the one.”  
She’s sure of it. She says it out loud. Chiron tells her to hush, and she doesn’t even care. 
He's the one. 
She's not sure how she knows. She's waited for so long, seen so many campers. Many were far more promising than he is.
That's her second thought. He's skinnier than she thought ‘the one’ would be. Skinny and pale and more gangly limb than person.  
He’s blinking up towards them but his eyes are unfocused and hazy. That's her third thought. He's fading. They’ll have to carry him. 
‘Percy’ Chiron calls him. It’s a hero’s name. 
She wonders if whoever gave it to him knew he’d be the one too.
‘He’s the one.’, she thinks again. It feels strange and tingly in her head. 
Strange, but not false. 
Hello, Percy Jackson. It's nice to finally meet you.
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wooahaes · 2 years ago
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strawberry cheesecake
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pairing: non-idol?han x gn!reader [reader has a uterus/is menstruating]
word count: 1.0k~
warnings: menstruation tw. food tw. this was meant to be non-idol but honestly read it however you like, idc. reader gets kind of emotional bc have you ever had really good food when ur having a bad day? its healing. also this isnt proofread.
daisy’s notes: oh to have a cute boy and enjoy cheesecake w him and then take a lil nap while being comforted... han would understand me on the cheesecake part. he would. also this has been sitting in my drafts for three months. be free.
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“Oh, hey! Sorry to bother you, but, uh... Why did Jisung tear ass out of here like... maybe ten minutes ago?”
You’d been half-asleep when Chris called you for the third time in five minutes. Work was tiring, you were exhausted and ache-y, and you had opted to collapse into bed for a quick nap before you made dinner and relaxed for a few hours. Of course, fifteen minutes after you laid down and barely five minutes after you fell asleep, your phone had started ringing. And of course, it was the Christopher Bang himself, calling about your boyfriend like you kept tabs on his every move.
“No clue. Bye, Chris--”
“I’m asking because he mentioned your name,” he said before you could hang up. “Did something happen? Like. He heard someone mention what time it is, said ‘oh, shit’ and then booked it out and said he’d be back in maybe an hour. I mean, we’re not busy or anything, but if you needed something--”
“What?” You squeezed your eyes shut. Fuck, you were still feeling a headache coming on. “Chris, I don’t know why he would--”
Immediately, you heard the sound of your front door being bust open and the sound of footsteps. Your bedroom door opened after a moment, and there stood Jisung with a plastic bag in one hand.
“Is that him?”
“That’s him,” you said. “I’ll, uh, I’ll text you later.”
Jisung quickly made his way over to you, setting the bag aside carefully as he sat down in front of you. “I didn’t forget!”
You stared at him. “Uh. Hi, baby--Everything okay?”
“This morning,” he opened the plastic bag, “you said you wanted cheesecake after you got off work. I was going to bring it by sooner, I just--I got caught up with the guys, and then--”
He pulled out two containers of cheesecake from one of your favorite cafes to frequent with him. The strawberries and whipped cream were packaged separate, and there was something cute about the way Jisung was careful to make sure they were still sealed as he set them on top of your slice--setting his own strawberries with yours.
“And then I had to order and wait and--and it didn’t take long, but I was supposed to come straight here, and...” He trailed off, looking up at you. “Do you feel okay? Did you eat? And take medicine?” He frowned. “Baby.” He set the containers aside as he began to look you over. “Is your head hurting? I know you sometimes get migraines--do I need to grab medicine?” he said, his voice a little softer now. “I promise I didn’t forget until now--”
You gently clasped a hand over his mouth, “Honey. It’s okay.” You said, “I forgot I even said that.” You couldn’t help but smile, pulling your hand away so that you could plant a tiny kiss against the corner of his mouth. “But it’s really sweet you brought me cheesecake.”
Jisung was blushing when you planted another tiny kiss against his lips, just soft and chaste as could be. “Do you want it now? I can put it in the fridge if you aren’t hungry.”
“What about you?” You said. “I thought you were hanging out with the guys.”
He reached for his phone, pulling it out--angling the screen just right so that you could catch a glimpse of missed calls and texts from his friends (which must have come before Chris decided to outright just call you instead). “I think I scared them.”
“Chris said all you said was my name and ‘oh, shit’ before you booked it out,” you said, “so they probably thought I was dying.”
He frowned at his phone for a moment before looking back up at you. “I can stay long enough to eat cheesecake with you,” he said. “I’ll text the group chat.”
Jisung had looked away from you, watching you break into your cheesecake. When you tried to return his small container of strawberry sauce to him, he pushed it back to you--insisting that you could have it today. He finally looked back to you a few moments later after sending a quick text, only to notice the way you were sitting there, fork still in your mouth and tearing up.
“Is it bad? I can go somewhere--”
You shook your head, fighting back tears. Jisung had ran to get you this cheesecake and was apologetic because he knew how bad your periods could get. Maybe it was the hormones, but something about the combination of a caring boyfriend going out of his way to make you happy and the sweetness of a slice of cheesecake was enough to make you want to cry. 
“Do you need medicine?” He asked a moment later, watching you. His hair fell into his eyes, and you watched the way he brushed it back. “Just tell me what you need, okay? Is today bad?”
Another shake of your head as you took another bite of cheesecake, rattling off something about how you just really loved him. He had smiled at you a moment later as your words fully sank in, and he shifted so that he could be sitting closer to you.
“I really love you, too,” he said with a soft chuckle.
Despite what he said earlier about staying long enough to eat with you, you managed to get Jisung to cuddle with you for what was meant to be a few minutes. He pulled you into his arms, already starting to curl up closer and closer to you.
“You said you’d go back,” you reminded him, yet still snuggling in. He was holding your heating pad in place, and the last thing you truly wanted was for him to leave you when your cramps had yet to die down. “Jisungie,” you whined, just to tease him. “Neglecting your friends for me...”
He planted a tiny peck into your neck. “I’ll go in a few minutes.”
(And yet he stayed right there with you, dozing off faster than you did... even with the numerous texts from most of his friends later on asking where he went. Chris merely texted you to make sure both of you rested well.)
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ronnie-quinn · 4 days ago
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Not Tired
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Plot: Crymini doesn’t want to have her nap.
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Co-written/credit to @yourneurodivergentlady
Edited by @nostalgic-woodwind
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Note: Husk’s room is also Crymini’s nursery. There’s a bedside crib next to Husk’s bed. There’s also a changing pad on top of his dresser, a rocking chair next to said dresser, and some toys inside of a toy box.
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It was after lunch. Crymini was patting the table in the dining room after eating her favorite little food: grilled cheese and fruit.
“Alright, Mini!” Angel sang as he finished helping Husk clean up the dirty dishes in the kitchen. “It’s time for a little nap.”
He unbuckled the hyena from her booster seat and scooped her up before settling her on his hip, giving her a gentle bounce.
Crymini pouted, crossing her arms.
“I’m not tired,” she whined.
Angel sighed and rubbed Crymini’s back gently. She hated nap time with a passion whenever she regressed. “I understand you don’t want to have rest time, but it’s important for our bodies to have a break.”
When Angel made it to Husk’s room, Crymini spotted some of her toys and sleepily whined as she pointed at them, wanting to play.
“Shh-shhh… it’s not time to play right now, baby. It’s time for night-night,” Angel soothed. He carried her to the changing table and laid her down so he could change her diaper and get her dressed. She scowled at her mama.
Angel offered her a smile. “Oh, so grumpy. You’re okay. Papa is gonna bring a bottle up for you. How’s that sound?”
Crymini grumbled as Angel tapped her nose and began to change her.
“Would you like to pick out a fresh diaper?” Angel asked her. He held up a light pink one with white skulls along with a black one with the same pattern.
The hyena sighed and pointed to the black one.
“Good choice, baby!”
Crymini still pouted as Angel changed her and dressed her in a pair of black pajamas with Jack Skellington on the shirt. She didn’t want to take a dumb nap. She wanted to play! Mama and Papa didn’t have to take a nap. Neither did Fat Nuggets or anyone in the hotel. It just wasn’t fair!
Once he was finished getting her changed, Angel scooped her back up and settled her on his hip. He then picked up one of her pacifiers and offered it to her.
“You want your paci, sweetie?”
Crymini huffed as she hid her face in Angel’s shoulder, turning away from the soother.
“Someone’s a grumpy girl,” Angel cooed as he kissed the side of her head. He clipped her pacifier to her pajama shirt and began to walk with her.
Angel laid Crymini down in her bedside crib and tucked her in. He sat down beside her on the bed and began to stroke her hair. “What story would you like to read for naptime?”
The hyena shrugged. Husk came into the room while gently knocking on the door. Angel turned when he heard the cat come in and shut the door.
“I’ve got her bottle here,” Husk said as he walked over to the bedside crib. He then handed Crymini her bottle. She turned away from the cat, grumbling something incredibly sassy.
“She’s a little fussy about having to take a nap,” Angel informed the other.
Husk nodded. “I see. Naptime isn’t so bad, pumpkin.”
“How come you don’t have to?” Crymini asked.
“Well, grown-ups don’t need as much sleep as little ones do.”
“I’m not little. I’m big,” the hyena argued. “I’m the biggest girl in Hell!”
Angel reached out to pat her head. “Even big girls need to rest sometimes.”
Crymini rolled her eyes and yanked the blanket over her.
“Hey,” Husk gently admonished. “We know you’re upset, but there’s no need for an attitude.”
“No attitude…” Crymini muttered under her breath.
“Do you want your bottle and cuddles?” Husk asked. “I bet Mama will read you two stories if you want.”
Crymini peeked from her hiding spot and sighed.
"Okay..." the hyena sighed.
Angel grabbed two books as Husk handed the little hyena her bottle. He then turned off the overhead light before flicking on the bedside lamp, settling down in the rocking chair.
The spider began to read to the baby.
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Two books later, Angel had finished reading, and Crymini was still awake. She didn’t even touch her bottle. Husk turned off the bedside lamp and turned on Crymini's nightlight.
“I’m not tired,” she still complained as Angel and Husk kissed her forehead.
“We know you’re not. Just rest quietly if you can’t sleep,” Husk said.
“You guys are mean and not fair…”
“Sweet dreams, princess,” Angel said as he and Husk left the room, gently closing the door behind them.
Crymini stared up at the ceiling as she tried her hardest to sleep. She tossed and turned as she closed her eyes. However, she just couldn’t sleep.
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Angel and Husk were hanging out in the lobby while Crymini napped. The baby monitor sat on the coffee table, and they could see that their little girl was struggling to sleep.
“Should we do something?” Angel asked Husk.
“I don’t know,” Husk shrugged. “Maybe we should wait a few more minutes.”
And that's what they did. Ten minutes later, it was obvious Crymini wasn’t going to fall asleep.
“I’ll go check on her,” Husk volunteered.
“Thanks, Whiskers…” Angel said as he leaned back on the couch.
Husk went upstairs to his bedroom and opened the door to find Crymini sitting up in her crib, wide awake.
“Baby,” he cooed. “It really is naptime.”
“I can’t sleep…” Crymini pouted.
“Do you wanna cuddle for a bit?” Husk asked her. “Would that help?”
Crymini nodded as she reached her arms out. Husk scooped her up and grabbed her bottle before sitting down in the rocking chair.
“I’m not tired…” the hyena grumbled.
Husk ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. “I know you’re not, sweet girl. We can just cuddle, yeah?”
“Fine…”
While Husk rocked Crymini, she rubbed her eyes. She fought back any yawns she had, determined not to take her nap.
“I can tell you’re sleepy, kiddo…” the cat chuckled. “Why do you keep refusing your nap?”
“Wanna play,” Crymini stated.
Husk kissed the baby's forehead and tried to offer her stuffed cat, Ramona (it was sitting on top of the toy box). “I know, honey, but you won’t have any energy to play later if you don’t rest.”
Crymini grumbled as she cuddled her stuffie.
“Would you like a song?”
The hyena thought about it for a moment, then nodded her head as Husk started feeding her her bottle. He started gently patting her padded bottom while singing "Hush, Little Baby" softly.
Crymini’s eyelids started drooping. She snuggled closer to her caregiver for warmth as she yawned and closed her eyes. She finally fell asleep when seventy-five percent of the milk inside of the bottle was gone.
Husk replaced the bottle with the pacifier clipped to Crymini’s shirt. He then stood up and tucked her back into her crib, hoping she would stay asleep. After kissing her forehead, he crept out of the room and shut the door.
Much to Husk and Angel’s fortune, Crymini stayed asleep.
“I guess Mini did need that nap after all,” Angel hummed. “Poor baby.”
“Yeah. She’ll thank us when she has enough energy to play later this afternoon,” Husk said.
“If she wakes up again, I can tend to her.”
“Thank you.”
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sterekbros · 2 years ago
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Ficlet for @sterekweekly word prompt #sterekweeklytender @warmandfluffybingocards square baking/cooking together @sterekbingo square a/b/o
burnt cookies
Rating: General Audiences Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Eli Hale Tags: Established Relationship, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, Mpreg, Fluff, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski. Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents, Domestic Fluff, Baking, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Kid Fic
Stiles looked down at the sheet of cookies, or, well—burnt cookies. If it was the last thing he did, he was going to get the cookies right. Nice and tender, chewy and moist. It didn't help that Elijah insisted on helping with everything and Stiles loved him so much that, of course, he let him help with everything.
Then he’d get distracted once the cookies were in the oven baking, taking care of Elijah and playing games…taking naps. All of which was tiring Stiles out the closer he got to his due date with baby Ava.
He was on the verge of going to the store and buying the perfect cookies before Derek got home. But Elijah would rat him out, just like all five-year-olds did because they couldn't keep anything to themselves.
“So what do you think, kiddo?”
Elijah looked quizzically at the cookie dough and back up at Stiles. “Can you not burn them this time Daddy?”
Stiles should feel mortified that Elijah was calling him out on burning all the batches of cookies before this one, but he was also brutally honest because he was five years old.
“Let’s hope so, buddy. Maybe this will be the batch that comes out perfect. What do you say we try this one more time before we go to the store and buy up all the cookies they have?”
Elijah nodded, his hair flopping, and sometimes Stiles was thankful his son was a werewolf or his head might just fall off with how hard he shook it.
They both looked down at the cookies before Stiles helped Elijah off of the counter and they stepped back from the stove. Stiles opened it and then slid the cookie sheet inside the oven onto the top shelf. He closed the door and sighed, pushing buttons on the stove to set the timer one last time.
If this batch burned, he just wasn't meant to bake cookies for Derek today, or maybe ever.
They both peered into the oven window, the light from the coils shining down on the cookies as they bubbled and cooked.
“Well…” Stiles started, then looked at Elijah expectantly. “...I guess we have to wait now.”
Elijah giggled and looked at the cookies with his big, hazel eyes. “Maybe we should stay to make sure they don't burn, Daddy…”
Stiles looked back into the oven, watching the dough bubble. “I don't think that’s going to make them cook any faster…”
“But if we watch them, they won't burn and then we can eat cookies before Dad gets home.” Elijah’s eyes were big and hopeful as he stared into the oven again with Stiles.
“I think that’ll just make them take longer. How about we go sit on the couch and read your book for school?” Stiles smiled and wrapped his arms around Elijah, giving him a kiss atop his head.
He knew better than to pick him up so close to Ava’s arrival, especially because it would kill his back and he’d pay for it later.
Elijah looked thoughtful as he looked up at Stiles. “Okay!” He bounded off toward the living room and Stiles rubbed his belly as Ava gave her input on the whole ordeal.
The cookies ended up burning after they’d gotten wrapped up in first one book and then another, which meant that Stiles ended up Instacarting cookies to eat for dessert that night.
Either way, Elijah never stopped laughing at the burnt cookies and Stiles trying to dispose of them all before Derek got home.
It was a great day.
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sehnsuchts-trunken · 2 years ago
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hii! i hope you're doing well !!! i wanted to request prompt 21 mixed with prompt 13 with jake, if that's possible? seems hilarious and cute, and i am missing summer like crazy 🌅
omgggg ofc!!!! darling I miss summer so fucking much I can't even put it into words. my favourite season BY FAR
only warning I can think of is some adult language ig? that's it, if I had to rate it like pg12 or smth
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(he is so fucking adorable. the need to squish his cheeks is OVERWHELMING)
You were still dripping with seawater when you clambered up to the towels you'd laid out on the beach barely an hour earlier, dramatically flipping down on one, not caring that your hair probably landed in the sand.
Jake looked up at you with raised eyebrows, sunglasses having begun to slip off his nose, closing the book in his hands and holding it a safe distance away from you. You just rolled your eyes and threw a hand over your face to shield yourself from the sun.
"I feel like I just snorted a bag of salt", you complained, swallowing hard to try once more to get the taste off of your tongue. Unsurprisingly, that still didn't work. It hadn't the first thirty times you'd attempted it and it wouldn't now.
"You look like it too", Jake chuckled and you gasped, raising your arm again and propping yourself up on one elbow to slap his shoulder.
"Bastard", you muttered more to yourself as his lips tugged into a grin. He pushed the sunglasses back up on his nose and reached over to your bag to hand you yours and despite still being offended, you grumbled out a thank you and hooked them behind your ears.
"Had fun out there?", he asked, genuinely interested, like he'd not watched you and waved at you laughing in the waves. You poked at his back.
"Would've been more fun if you'd gone in with me", you pouted.
"Baby", he drawled, almost in exasperation as he tossed his book away and rolled around, pulling you on top of him in one smooth movement. "It's not my fault you wanted to take a nap first and decided to get in just when I was dry again."
You only huffed and buried your face in his chest - bare and sweaty and wet from your hair - not even deigning to give him an answer. He could've waited for you to wake up but no, he hadn't had his morning run and had been buzzing with restless energy the entire drive here already.
Jake didn't complain - only buried a hand in your hair and started brushing lazy circles over the bare skin of your back. You let out a breath.
This was nice.
Having your boyfriend all to yourself for a day, the sun warming your skin, the waves crashing on the shore, the only other people around some navy officers that kept quiet and were far enough away to barely be noticeable. God, sometimes it paid out really well that Jake was in the navy.
Other times.... not really.
But lord, you were not about to complain right now. Not when you were so warm and so very comfortable in his arms, not with the sand and the sun and the sky, not with the sound of his breath and the soft heaving of his chest.
You only realised that you'd been dozing off when he lightly nudged your side. You shifted in confusion and he groaned - not a pleasant groan or even a sleepy one, more like he was in pain. You moved some more and he groaned again.
"Please", he panted, "Your knee-"
Immediately your eyes widened and you rolled off of him, watching as he winced and held his hand to his crotch, curling up into a little ball of agony. You were biting your lip, reaching out to brush his hair from his face.
"Sorry", you whined - and you truly were. You hadn't realised that your knee had basically been digging into his dick. You'd been sleeping, for god's sake. "I'm so sorry, Jake, oh god- Are you okay?"
"Yeah", he breathed after minute. "Yeah, good again."
Both of you knew that you certainly hadn't done it intentionally (even though that wouldn't have been the first time, but that's a story for another day) but still you were feeling pretty guilty about the whole thing. So to try and make it up to him, you leaned in and pressed your lips to the shell of his ear.
"I'm sorry, Jakey. Like, really really sorry", you whispered, trailing kisses down his jaw, stopping just before you reached his lips. If there was anything that got Jake Seresin to shut up very quickly - in any and all situations - it was a kiss from you. Or multiple.
His demeanor changed instantly, almost as if in reflex.
"Oh yeah?", he asked, burying a hand in your hair and tugging you back to look him in the eyes. You were fluttering your lashes very obviously at him. "How sorry?"
"Very", you confirmed, flashing him a grin and pulling him into an actual kiss then, flinging your arms around his neck and dragging him down - on top of you, this time, so you wouldn't accidentally hurt him again.
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divinefireangel · 2 years ago
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Hi dear¡! ♡
Can I ask SF9 how they showed their love to their partner? (Hugs, kisses, physical touches, loving words, etc)
Sorry for my english 🥺
Your English is fine hun! Plus the language is kinda stupid hehe
SF9's Love Languages 🩷
Warnings: These are what I think are SF9's top love language. Of course it is impossible for such lovely people to have just one 😔. Mention of food/cooking in Tae's. Tea is Chani's.
Youngbin
WORDS 👏 OF 👏 AFFIRMATION 👏
I will literally physically fight if anyone disagrees with me lol. Our man is so wise and sweet and his voice is just is soothing so I just think that his ultimate way to show you appreciation will be through words. Plus man's a great and creative lyricist.
Inseong
Quality time
Well, it's mostly just him trying to make you laugh by saying and making up the stupidest jokes, if you can call them that, ever. I'm also a strong believer that this man just wants to annoy you enough to start a debate with him cuz he's bored lol
Jaeyoon
Physical Touch
Maybe this is me projecting my needs maybe it is not okay idk. But let's be honest here, this man is the cutest ever and he will want to squish your cheeks, irrespective of squishyness quotient. He also likes to hug you, literally engulf you in his broad af chest and baby you although you want to baby him don't we all
Dawon
Acts of service
I just love him sm 😭. See, he's the kind to leave you sweet sticky notes with reassuring words and a drawing or something stupid on the back lol. But yeah it's all the small things that he'll do like buying you a new chapstick before your old one gets over, bringing your water bottle around even when you tell him you won't carry it, letting you use his arm as a pillow during the long car ride to your destination although it definitely hurts after some time, fixing your hair when you're distracted, etc. Bye I need a Sanghyuk
Zuho
Words of Affirmation
He is so much different that Youngbin tho lemme tell you. So Bin uses maturity and juju uses his baby voice(?) aka he does aegyo and makes you feel all mushy inside. I mean, he is cute.
Rowoon
Gift Giving
It won't necessarily be stupid gift all the time, he does give you good ones occasionally like a sunscreen stick for example. Most of the time it is something useless and weird like a spoon pillow or some shit but it's the thought that counts right?💀
But no on a real note he's super thoughtful when he gives you gifts and he thinks of it as something that'll remind you of his love when you use it.
Yoo Taeyang
Acts of Service
It could be doing your laundry or cooking for you or putting you phone on charge. It's the little things that you need in your daily life that sometimes get so difficult to manage. But don't worry, our teddy Tae is here to be your little lovely helper fairy, even if you don't ask or notice it right away.
Hwiyoung
Physical Touch
Yes he hates skinship from members but you, no. He loves clinging to you and hugging you and kissing you. He's like a mama cat and you his kitten and he wants to kith and protecc and love you so much till you physically have to be away from him lol
Chani
Quality Time
It doesn't even have to be like an eventful couple of hours. It could just be him laying on your lap taking a nap and you reading you book and playing with his hair, giving him a head massage or tracing his cute facial features. It could also be sitting on the rooftop with hot tea cups and talking about life while nuzzling into each other for warmth.
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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year ago
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Needy
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Request: Or, or! Lately, I have been plagued by the thought of a pouty, needy Thor 🥺❤️
He just wants to stay in with his girl, but she’s got errands to run and places to be, so Thor just sits around pouting, and waiting for her 😔
He goes from straight up begging her to stay, possibly in his knees, to sending her some ~spicy~ videos and pics while she’s gone, trying to lure her home again 😈
When she finally gets home, the big, soft bear that he is, he just envelops her, grabs her and holds her 🥺 Maybe he sits her on his cock, rubbing against her like a cat and purring, and refusing to let go until he falls asleep ❤️
AN: Thank you @lauratang - I’ve tackled your second suggestion first. I hope you enjoy the neediness… I’ve decided this is the same pairing as in my Kinktober 22 fic, Food for thought
Beta’d by @flordeamatista
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board by me.
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Summary: Thor is a needy menace.
Relationship: Thor x Agent!Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
CW: Needy Thor, suggestive language, sexting, masturbation, dirty talk, cock-warming, fluff
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“But I want you to stay…”
Oh god, the pathetic way those words came out of his mouth. It was both amusing and endearing at the same time. Unfortunately you didn’t have the time to indulge him, no matter how much you might want to.
“Thor. Stop it, you big baby. I told you. I have a shift to do and, because you keep eating me out of house and home, I need to stop at the compound store on the way in because there is nothing for me to take for lunch.”
He at least had the good grace to look chagrined at your retort, but it didn’t lessen his pout any.
“I will go to the store for you, Skatt. Just stay here with me and I will buy you all the jaffa cookies…”
“Cakes…”
“...Jaffa cakes you like. I will peel them and feed them to you.” He stalked closer to you, blue eyes narrowed, and you giggled as you stepped back, trapped against the hall wall. He lent forward, arms braced either side of your head, his hair swinging in both your faces. “I’ll even do that thing you like…”
With a giggle you ducked under his arm, and gave a slap to his ass.
“Cool it, hot stuff. There’ll be time for that later. I have to go.”
Your giggle turned into a full on laugh when he grabbed your hand and dropped to his knees in front of you. He pushed up your top and pressed his face to your stomach, littering it with kisses.
“But I might be dead later. How do I go on living without you here? I need you, little one. There is no air without you.”
“Okay, cool it, Shakespeare.” Leaning over you pressed a kiss to his mouth and the another to his forehead, somehow extricating your hand from his in the process. “I’ll be back before you know it. Now, sit. Stay.”
You slipped out of the door, shaking your head with a smile on your face. 
Your God of a boyfriend was so sappy sometimes.
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You were in the middle of a meeting, your team leader droning on about mandatory refresher training, reading aloud from their sloppy powerpoint presentation, when you felt the buzz of your phone in your pocket.
Surreptitiously you pulled it out and glanced down
Thor: I miss you, kjære. What are you doing?
You weren’t really in a position to answer him, so you turned your phone over and rested it in your lap under the table.
Buzz
Stifling a sigh you flipped it over again.
Thor: I’m so lonely without you 🥺🥺😭❤️
Buzz
Thor: When do you get home?
You decided to risk it, and started tapping away, glancing back up every few characters.
You: in a meeting. Home at 4. Read a book/have a nap. Speak later. xoxo
You turned the vibrate alert off and slipped your phone back in your pocket, turning your attention back to the meeting. Supporting the Avengers in keeping the earth safe definitely wasn’t all glamour and parades. Sometimes it was lame Powerpoint presentations…
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When your meeting finally finished you were glad that it was lunch time. You’d managed to pick up an overpriced packaged salad at the store on your way in and were looking forward to tucking in, but first you needed to go to the washroom.
After you dried your hands, you remembered your phone so as you exited the washroom, hand on the door, you pulled it from your pocket. The screen lit up as you touched it, showing a litany of messages. You rolled your eyes and stopped in the hallway outside the washroom, leaning on the wall as you opened your texts… and then immediately pressed the screen to your chest, looking around furtively to make sure that no-one had caught a glimpse of your screen. Luckily the corridor was empty.
With more aplomb than you ever thought you’d had, you made your way down the hall to the closest empty conference room. You bolted inside, turned the lock and pulled the window shades so you couldn’t be observed. Your body sank into one of the conference chairs, and with trembling hands pulled your phone away from your shirt.
First was another text.
Thor: I tried to sleep, min skatt, but being on the bed made me think of you.
Then, under that was a picture. It was of Thor’s torso, from the waist down, naked apart from a tight pair of boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the bulge within them.
Thor: I need you to come help me. I ache for you.
The last message was followed by a video thumbnail. Underneath the white play symbol in the middle of the image was Thor’s torso once again. You could feel your heart racing, and your mouth was dry as your thumb inched towards your screen and tapped it.
“I need you, little one.” Thor’s deep voice sounded over your phone speaker, laden with desire and you squeezed your thighs together at the sound of it. He had the camera pointed at his tented briefs, and then his other hand came in shot, stroking and groping over the soft cotton, a light tease. “How could you leave me alone so cruelly, when you know I ache for you every minute of every day? How am I supposed to survive this torture?”
His hand slipped under the waistband of his shorts to take hold of himself, and you watched, transfixed as he started to jerk himself, the tip of his cock poking out of the top of the fabric. Fuck! You could even see a pearl of precum forming in his slit. 
With each stroke he exposed more and more of himself to the camera, moaning wantonly and talking dirty to you from behind it.
“Norns, if you were here, kjære, I’d worship you so. I would feast on you, over and over, just to hear you calling my name  so loud that all of Midgard and Vahalla would know who was pleasuring you. I need to feel you around my cock. I need your warmth. Your wetness. Hurry home, love.”
The video came to an end and you just sat there, engulfed in a state of confused arousal. 
When had Thor learnt how to sext? And how on earth were you supposed to continue with your day knowing that he was waiting at home for you like that? How were you supposed to just sit in the canteen to have your lunch with your pussy pulsing in your now sodden underwear? 
Curse Thor! 
Curse the handsome bastard to Jotunheim and back.
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Somehow you made it through to the end of your shift, although you were obviously distracted, and twice you snuck off to the bathroom, now with your earbuds, to watch the video again. You also managed not to message Thor back, not wanting to give him any reaction that might make matters better worse. 
You practically jogged through the main doors and reception of the accommodation part of the compound, swiping your card to access the private elevator and sending it straight to the floor where you stayed with your Asgardian boyfriend. When it stopped, you stepped out, ready to give him a piece of your mind for teasing you all day, but immediately found yourself caught up in a pair of burly arms.
“You’re home! At last!” He pressed kisses all over your face, before capturing your lips. 
You squeaked as he hefted you in his arms, his kisses overwhelming your senses. 
Before you knew it he was pressing you down onto the bed, his hands shedding you of your clothes. It was when his flesh came into contact with yours that you realised he was already naked. His cock nudged your thigh as one of his hands spread your legs apart, cupping your pussy and teasing your entrance.
“So my little message to you did have an effect.” 
You snorted. “Of course it did, you bastard. I was working, not dead… oh fuck!” Your sarcastic retort was cut off as he pressed two fingers into you, stretching you out. As he did so, he continued to kiss up and down your neck, nuzzling into you. You moaned, your lust and arousal overriding your need to chew him out for his antics. Your back arched as you sucked air into your lungs, your body so tantalisingly close to the edge.
Then he pulled his fingers away and you whined.
“Thor!”
“I know, skatt. I know. It’s how I’ve felt all day. But I’ll make it better, really soon.”
He rolled the pair of you onto your sides and hooked your upper leg over his hip, opening you to him, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he pressed his thick cock inside you. His arms wrapped around your body, ensuring there wasn’t even the slightest gap between you. His lips brushed your hair, your temples, your eyelids, and then he kissed your mouth again. You opened to him like a flower in bloom, eager for his impassioned love-making, but when you tried to roll your hips he held them still. 
“Relax, little one. You’ve been at work all day. You must be tired. Have a nap, my love.”
Your jaw dropped. “But… but… you… all day… I thought…” A roughened finger covered your lips, silencing you.
“I’m right where I want to be. Where I need to be. And I’ll still be here when you wake up. Then, kjære, I will worship you as I promised. But just give me this, let me enjoy you. Besides, you’ll need your energy for later.”
He continued with his soft kisses and caresses, his cock buried deep within you, and despite your scepticism about your ability to go to sleep with him like that, you soon felt your eyes closing again, your body going lax as slumber started to encase you. 
The last thing you heard before sinking into the soft depths was Thor’s voice, gently rumbling in your ear. “I love you, min skatt. You are the most precious treasure in the nine realms.”
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pochakkeu · 9 days ago
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Once Upon Another You ✧࿐
Read from beginning if you havent!
Synopsis: here
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3. Mishaps on a cloudy day
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Warnings: mention of blood, wounded knee, angst mostly.
Word count: (3K)
“I told you I would make it up to you right?” Eunwoo’s eyes beamed as his arms were wrapped around your torso. You were on your back lying on your living room couch as you two watched some tv. With Eunwoo laying next to you, you were crammed quite comfortably, his head resting on your chest.
You nod. In response, he smiles and pecks your lips, adjusting a bit so that he was now leaning weight on his left elbow as he peered up at you.
“I’ll drop you off at work tomorrow before I head in to the office and pick you up after, from there we can go out on our date.” His head tilted in question, in search of your response. You placed both hands into fists and pressed them into the couch to push yourself up a bit to get a better look at your boyfriend before you. As your hands found both sides of his face, he looked up at you, his smile reaching his eyes with such happiness.
“Okay,“ you whispered, smiling in contentment, and kissed his lips deeper than the previous kiss the two of you just shared. He pulled away only to peck your lips once more before he started moving to get up from the couch.
“Your getting up? I was so comfortable.” You pout. He situated his shirt and pants so that they were no longer a mess of wrinkles as he stood before you. He ran his left hand through his hair to smooth out the prevously disheveled mess from the nap he had taken right next to you.
“Gotta pick up some baked goods for the office tomorrow, we have another huge meeting, you know my father. He wants everything to be perfect. He wanted to make sure there is plenty of food and snacks for the distributors,” He put on his jacket before grabbing his wallet and keys from the kitchen counter. he came back to your side, kneeling down to kiss the top of your head. “I’ll see you tomorrow babe.”
You nod once more, your happiness showing in your smile as you watch him walk out of your apartment door. And then he was out of sight. You sighed to yourself wondering now what was in store for your date. He hadn’t mentioned really anything other than that this was to make up for him not being able to take you out the last time you both had plans, and that it was a date.
It’s been at least weeks, maybe even shy of a month since you had last gone on a date with your boyfriend, but that didn’t take away from the fact that whenever you had time, the two of you tried to hang out and spend as much time together as you could, but with him moving up in the company, his time became limited to you.
You walked to your room, sifting through all the outfit combinations, before settling on a black mini skirt and blue top, paired with your favorite Prada shoes and blazer. You knew it would be a perfect outfit not only for work because it still had some staple pieces that fit the image of the store, but would also be perfect for your night out with Eunwoo.
As you placed the outfit on your desk chair, you went to get ready for bed, eager to regain energy for the day your had ahead of you.
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“I’ll see you later okay,” Eunwoo pecked your cheek before watching you step out of the car. “I’ll call you.”
“Alright, I’ll see you tonight babe.” As you shut the car door, you watched as he waved, before the sleek black vehicle pulled from the curb and disappeared around the corner.
You received a smile and nod from the doorman as he held the door open for you, you smile back and quietly reply a “Hello.” Before you step inside.
“Well well, someone looks a little happy today,” How did she know? You squint in question as you look at Kristin. “C’ mon. You never walk into work looking happy unless it has to do with your boyfriend. I’m telling you, I can read people like a damn book that it’s scary sometimes. Plus, I also saw you get out of his car.” You roll your eyes and giggle back at her.
“Eunwoo is taking me out tonight on a date. It’s been some time since we actually went on a date since he couldn’t make it last time.” You tapped at the work computer screen as you conversed with your co-worker. While you two spoke, she continued to ring up a customer on the register to the left of you.
“Here you are ma’am, and your receipt is in the bag.” The woman reached over the counter as Kristin handed her the purchased item.
The rest of the day consisted of you speaking to Kristin about how you were adapting to the work flow and anything else you might need help with, restocking a few clothing pieces on one of the racks at the perimeter of the store, adjusting displays and repositioning one of the small cushioned stools and seats into a better area of the store.
“That should be fine, right?” You turn to Kristen who was flipping through a clipboard of checklists.
“Maybe you should become an interior designer.” She giggled, her eyes averting back to the clipboard in front of her. She nibbled on the end of her pen as she scrolled on the screen of the computer on the counter before her. As she peered down at her watch, her eyes found their way to you, an exciting and empathetic smile. “It’s 6 o’clock.”
You heart seemed to skip a beat as your anticipation and excitement rose. And within seconds, your phone had rung, catching the attention of both you and your co-worker.
“Speaking of.” You gestured your hand in a phone motion followed by pointing at the door, to Kristin as your phone continued to ring in your blazer pocket.
She nodded as you stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. You grasped and pulled out your phone from the blazer pocket and your finger pressed Answer.
“Hey babe,” You breathed, “I’m almost done, I am off in about an hour. Kristin let me outside to answer, do you want me to wait outside when I’m done or I could-?”
“Hi babe. I know I said that I was supposed to pick you up, and go out tonight with you. But the meeting again was a success, the boss wants to treat the whole office, I can’t miss this, some of the distributors managers are joining in the celebration. They wanted me to be there. I could still come get you but you would be joining us and-“ He had cut you off as he had brought up the happenings of his day. And then you cut him off.
“No, its okay.” You huffed a big sigh, knowing that it was too good to be true. Another day of your boyfriend changing the plans. It was supposed to be the two of you, just you and him.
“Babe, I’m sorry, you know how my father gets.”
“Yeah,” your whisper scattered with disappointment, you hear Eunwoo breathe a sigh on the other end. “It was supposed to be just us two Eunwoo. I was so happy we were gonna get to spend this time together, I’m always missing you these days.”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry babe. You know work is important too. I can still come get you and bring you home toni-“
“No, don’t. I’ll just catch a taxi or something. Or maybe Kristin can take me home.” You sighed again, running a hand through your lockes in annoyance. As you paced a few steps forward, your eyes stayed at your feet on the pavement.
“Are you sure?” His question came out hesitant.
”Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll see you sometime then.” And with that you hung up, so many emotions running through you right now. Anger, disappointment, frustration, sadness. As you raised your head up to avert your eyes from the pavement, you looked up at the sky, fighting the tears you so badly wanted to let escape.
And as you turn on your heel to walk back into the store, you collide with another person. As you fumble to the ground, he falls to the right, stumbling into the wall of the building.
“I am so sorry. I should have looked where I was going.” You get up frantically, the tears finally escaping your eyes, which you wipe away with the sleeves of your blazer. As you try to get up, you also reach for the belongings that had been dropped by the person you had run into. As you handed him the garment bag by the hanger, he shrugged himself off as he regained his balance onto both of his feet.
“No no, I’m sorry, I should have waited for you to pass. Are you okay?” Those same squared framed glasses, the lockes of dark brown hair that fell to both sides of his forehead, the Australian accent. Your head tilted as you glanced at him. He was the guy who stepped in the store once to look at the display of glasses.
”I- I think so.” You brushed off your hand on your skirt, gently handing him the garment bag. You quickly bid your goodbye, realizing his car had been parked at the curb parking in front of the store.
As you stepped back into the store Kristin had set up the store to close easily by herself that you hadn't realized how long you had been outside. Thirty five minutes had already passed. No customers had come in since 6 o’clock and Kristin was all ready to go. As you quickly went to the back to grab your things, you met with Kristin back up at the front door, holding it as she walked through. You glanced at the man, who still was loading some of his belongings into the trunk, followed by the garment bag.
“Do you think you can give me a ride home Kristin?” You asked, the sheer disappointment in your voice evident as she shut and turned her keys, locking the store door.
“I can’t actually, I’m heading in the opposite direction, my parents wanted me home this weekend so I’m all packed up ready to head up to them, they’re like an hour up north. I’m sorry Y/N. What happened?” She apologized.
“I don’t wanna talk about it, not right now at least.” She nodded in understanding and went on her way to the building parking lot just a few meters away. The plaza parking lots always got full, as well as the curb parking. Though usually only curb parking was for customers, employees were supposed to park out in the back lots. As you watched her round the corner, you turned on your feet and stepped a few forward to meet with the white vintage Camaro you had seen before.
“Hey, I hope I didn’t ruin whatever was on those hangers.” You apologized, watching as the tall, dark haired man went back around his car to stand before you.
“Don’t worry about it, I checked, they're fine.”
“Okay, good.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t help but over-hear, you needed a ride home?” He questioned, a slight inquisitive tone to his smooth voice.
“Yeah but I’m just gonna take a taxi or something.”
“I could give you a ride. It’s actually the least I could do, for causing…” he pointed to your knee, his brows furrowing. “That. We can stop by a convenience store too, I don’t have any first-aid supplies with me.”
“Oh,” You gasp glancing down quickly at your knee which you had not realized at first, was bleeding, and now throbbing at the site. “Um, yeah, thank you.”
He stepped aside to open the car door for you before shutting it gently. You watched as his figure passed around the front of the car to get into the driver’s side.
You breathed as you watched out the passenger window. As your gaze returned to viewing out the front windshield, you watched as you turned the corner to a convenience store. He gestured you to step out with him. As you walked down the aisles, you grabbed a cinnamon bun and a coffee milk. He went straight to the first-aid supplies grabbing a small box of large bandaids, neosporin and some antiseptic solution.
Since you had finished first, you were about to pay for your things when he stepped next to you also placing the supplies on the counter, followed by removing his card from his wallet to pay for everything before you could even grab your card.
“It’s okay I got it.” He smiled softly before turing back to the cashier. As you sat down at one of the seats in the store, he finished paying for the items, walking through a small group of people before finding his way to you.
He removed his jacket, placing it to cover your lap since you had worn a mini skirt. As he knelt onto one knee, he carefully rummaged through the bag. He handed you your coffee milk and cinnamon bun. As you opened the package, you took a bite, studying the way he carefully opened the packaging, tending to your knee.
“This might sting a little.” He took a deep breath, something about him being very careful but hesitant as he tapped some of the anticeptic solution onto a piece of gauze and onto your knee. You hissed in discomfort. You watched as his features had softened now that your knee was cleaned up of most of the blood that was dripping from your knee.
“Sorry,” he apologized, grabbing the neosporin now and applying it to your wound, followed by covering the wound with a bandage. “Good as new.”
“Thank you, but you know you didn’t have to do this. I could have done this at home.” You chuckled, taking another bite of the cinnamon bun.
“I’d feel bad knowing I was the cause of it.” He smiled up at you before getting back up onto two feet, towering over you. As your eyes were still trained on his, you coughed, getting up as you realized you had been staring a bit too long.
“I dont even know your name.” You say.
“Jake.” He paused, “It’s Jake.”
“Y/n.” You held your hand out. He firmly shook it smiling, before chuckling as he took the bag of the table and stepped forward to hold the door open.
“You first.” Jake says, smiling. As you step out of the store, you take a deep breath, taking in the fresh smell of the air.
“I hope it doesn’t rain until after I get home.” You frowned at the sight of the sky, which had now fallen dark grey and excessively cloudy, in contrast to earlier which had only been slightly cloudy, with the sun peeking through now and again.
“Guess we’ll have to get you home soon then.” He grabbed the passenger door handle, opening the door and making sure you got into your seat carefully. The adrenaline had rushed earlier during your fall so you had barely felt the pain and throbbing of your knee that you now felt. It hurt to bend your knee so Jake just had to make sure you could get in okay.
“It’s just the apartment building on 33rd. The big beige building.”
“Alright.” He breathed, as he put the car into drive, the car rolled forward and then you guys were back on the road. As you passed several blocks away from your work you were now nearing your apartment building. As Jake drove the car toward the curb, his eyes were focused, parallel parking in between a small car and a van to make sure he was not blocking from the local traffic still coming through for the evening.
“Well, thank you Jake, for taking care of my knee, and for the ride home. Kind of glad I didn't have ride home in a random taxi.”
“And I’m not some random guy you happened to get a ride home from either?” He joked.
“Hey, I mean, at least I met you once before. You came into the store looking at glasses. Plus I know your name now.”
“Yeah,” he sighed, “You remembered that?”
“Yeah, it was kind of hard not to. You said my name. I felt bad because I should have remembered yours if you knew me.”
“No that was my mistake. You look like someone I knew.” He apologized, a pang striking through Jake’s heart at his memories.
”That’s just crazy though, because you said my name. and it was right. Anyway, I wont dwell on it, ” You stifled a laugh, realizing you didn’t want to touch on the subject any more than you already have. “I was wondering though after that time if you would ever come back in at some point. Seemed like you really liked those glasses I had recommended but you left in a hurry. People usually come back in if they never made their initial decision on buying something.”
“Oh, yeah, well,” His hand found the back of his head, smoothing down the hair in nervousness, “I couldn’t find the time to come by again, just got so busy with alot of things.”
You nod in agreement, yourself also busy with things too like work, trying to spend time with your boyfriend. As you come back from your thoughts, Jake sits in his seat, quiet this time.
“Well, I don’t know maybe I’ll see you around or something.”
“Maybe.” He speaks, his voice low and calm. As he unbuckles his seatbelt, he ducks his head and steps out of the car, rounding his way to the passenger seat to help you out of the passenger door.
“Thanks again. Bye Jake.” And you turn around heading up to the steps of your apartment building.
He waves before making his way back to his car. As you step inside the door of your apartment building, you can’t help but feel the familiarity of his presence. But this is only the second time you have met him.
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starsunderwaterr · 2 years ago
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ccan you write more captain 3 hcs, like part 2 of the first one? i love your writing style,,
Yes I absolutely can!! So sorry for taking forever to respond to this! I've had a bad semester mentally and have finally found time to write at the end of the semester! Thank you again for all of your support! Enjoy guys!
I will also be using the name Kaori for Cap'n 3!
(Y/N) - your name
(N/N) - nickname
All characters are 18+
Minors DNI
Headcanons for Dating Cap'n 3! (pt. 2)
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Ooooo yeah we back baybeeeeee
Back to the grand old schleepovers >:3
You got even closer, and eventually began having sleepovers, and although rare, you cherished each one
You never slept together or did anything too romantic besides hand holding for a longgggg time
It takes 3 a long time to be okay with sleeping in the same bed as you, and even then, she’s pretty stiff
It wasn’t until they began to have flashbacks and nightmares when you were near for them to fully trust you
You were nose deep in a book, Kaori just resting on the bed nearby you heard very heavy breathing coming from your angel
You glanced over at her, “Kaori…?”
They didn’t respond, too busy staring at nothing.
You noticed that she began crying, her breath getting caught in her throat
The best thing was to give them space, and allow them to cry and cling onto you
They kept whimpering and mumbling out phrases you didn’t understand, but it wasn’t until Cap’n made eye contact with you that it got serious
Instantly, her eyes widened upon seeing yours, and she threw herself onto you, clinging onto you like you were going to die
You saw it; the fear, the child trapped inside of her, and you were the only person that mattered in that moment
You reciprocated, letting them cling onto you like you were the only thing they could hold
Honestly in situations such as these, it’s best to let them come to you
It broke your heart in more ways than one to hear those sobs come out, but you knew that the best you could do for them was to help them
You helped them to focus on their breathing, and validated their experiences
After, Kaori was so exhausted that all she could do was slump against you and occasionally whimper
You held onto them, rubbing the side of their arm with the utmost care
They expressed it the best they could through sign that you truly meant so much to them through opening up to you more <3
They prefer to sign to you most of the time, especially when they're really upset, but on the rare occasion, they'll speak and even hold a blunt conversation with you
TIME FOR CUDDLING 👹👹👹
Feels great comfort when you cuddle her from behind or let her curl up on your chest (even if they act like they hate it)
From never feeling that before, and being lucky to have someone as healthy as you to give that love? It means the world to them
The first time they wanted to cuddle with you was the most adorable thing ever—
You both were laying in bed on your respective sides, just trying to sleep
When all of the sudden,,,, you felt two warm arms wrap securely around your torso and a head lean and nuzzle against your back
You could feel their slow breathing, and their face smile softly when you put your hands on top of theirs
She loves the feeling she gets in her stomach, even tho they’ll never admit it <3
They like what you both call “whisper kisses”, which are just feather-light quick kisses, especially at night before bed or when they're super soft!!
Quite literally dreams and sleeps peacefully when they’re with you (they got that lil smile when they sleep)
Sometimes you watch them sleep and will rub their head as they do and you’ll literally see the smile come onto their face it’s so cute-
Honestly loves napping with you or against you bc they’re so tired from being burnt out
You know how they say that some people get really sleepy around their loved ones bc their inner child feels safe with you???
Yeah, yeah that’s Cap with you
Plssssss hold them in their swim form
They love to take naps or chill against your shoulder in their squid form when you’ll let them
Sometimes if you’re laying on the couch, you’ll just see a flash of green before a lump is thrown onto your stomach
The excited and crazed look they get in their eyes as they stare back at you is adorable—
If you’re wearing a hoodie, they’re on top of your head sleeping or in the crook of your neck peering out at everyone
Needless to say, they’re a menace 😍
The longer you date them and the more they trust you, the more her humor comes out
Cap can be very funny when she wants to be
You were in the kitchen, just putting something away, when somehow, you managed to trip on nothing
So there you lay, face planted on the floor
Cap looks at you from above and signs “How does the floor taste?” Before smirking and letting out a gentle hum
You signed back, "Delicious."
They also think it's super fun to scare you, especially when they're in their squid form
You can be chilling, doing literally whatever, and they'll be hiding in their swim form behind walls, under the couch, in the kitchen cabinet (yeah, that one scared THE FUCK out of you)
They always get a good laugh out of it, and I mean that literally in the sense that they will genuinely and audibly laugh :'>
They like to leave little gifts for you around the house sometimes, like little trinkets they find on missions that make them think of you
One day you came home to find Kaori sleeping on the couch with a small keychain of your favorite character in their hand
They left a little note, still attached to the same hand
You swiped it out of their hand, reading it
In crude, messy handwriting, it read, "Got this out of the gatcha machine for you <3"
Yeah, the heart looked like shit and you could barely read it, but you couldn't help but lean down or up and kiss their forehead
OH MY COD IF YOU DON'T HELP THIS BITCH WITH THEIR HYGIENE
They seldom clean themselves and when you notice a smell, best believe you're gonna slam them into the shower (or however the hell cephs bathe)
They hate it, and they will fuss a little bit, but they secretly love it
You'll catch them smiling gently or smelling their skin or hair after showers/wash up periods
You smirked, watching Kaori smell her hair, "Smells good, huh?"
Kaori looked over, glaring. They signed, "Hush."
basically, they're super fucking cute <3
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mega-punani · 2 years ago
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URAHHHHHHH Y/N AND THE BOISSSS:
A headcannon
(Also, cannaw draw again for some reason 😔)
Sans:
Napping is #1. He loves scooping you up and laying you on top of him. He'll do this on a hammock, bed, the floor, anywhere that he can get a good snooze in with you.
Mtfk will melt at the sight of you putting on his hat. It doesn't matter what context, just you with his hat fills him with butterflies. He just can't get enough.
He really likes hugging you. It grounds him and makes him feel like everything will be okay. It's even better if you hug him back. Maybe a lil kiss too~
Papyrus:
Will compliment you like crazy but gets extremely flustered when you do the same.
When you want to get up the crows nest, he carries you and acrobats his way up instead of grabbing the ladder. He likes it when you hang on to him or stuff your face into his shoulder.
Mans will kiss your hand like the gentleman he is and sweep you off your feet. (Literally)
Blue:
When he's wants to train, he'll straight up pick you up and perch you on to his cannon and run around. Sometimes, you make motor noises, and he thinks that it's super cute.
Blue likes fishing with you. He likes to rant about stuff and listens when you do the same. He thinks it's cute when you make expressions.
Will combust if you call him strong and handsome.
Stretch:
Mans will sing you the sweetest love longs when you two are alone and will give you the biggest heart eyes if you sing along.
When he's whipped, he's whipped. Dude will literally jump into the ocean for you. You saving him is just a perk.
Even though he's a little emotionless sometimes, he will write you the cutest, most heartwarming poems and letters. He only gives you the best, though. He's got hundreds stashed away somewhere.
Red:
Red is straightforward. When he thinks you're cute, then you're cute, and he's gonna say it as much as he can.
He likes flexing his strength and will ask you to sit on his back or weights when he's working out.
He'll call you all sorts of pet names when you help him fix up the ship. Every time you pass him anything, he'll give you a lovestruck grin.
Edge:
When you nag him, he thinks it's super sweet. He nags when he's taking care of the crew, so when you fuss over him, he feels loved.
Keeps an eye on you the most, even if you don't cause a lot of trouble. He's just worried... not that he'll tell you that anytime soon.
He loves staying up late with you. Sometimes, you fall asleep and lean up against him. He refuses to move because it would disturb you. This is also the only time he doesn't yell at anyone.
Razz:
Razz will shower you with beautiful clothes and jewelry. Sometimes, he waits for you to start the day first so he can pick a matching outfit. And then he'll act like it's some crazy coincidence.
It gets super sunny when you talk with him. Rainbows, soft breeze, fluffy clouds, the whole shebang. If you manage to say something that makes him really happy the clouds above you will look a lil to much like hearts.
When he blushes, he throws his hat in your face so you can't see his shame.
Cash:
Will steal things part of your morning/night routine (hairbrush/toothbrush/bonnet) just so you can visit him when you wake up and go to sleep. And he also thinks you're angry face is the cutest.
The MOMENT you lay your eyes on something in a town or city, it's yours. That funky top in the store window? Yours. That old ass book? You got it. That kid's balloon? He didn't need it anyway.
You make sure to grab him when you go into a populated area to keep him from taking someone's wallet. He can still most definitely steal.
Bear:
Mans will hunt you down so he can give you the first taste of a new recipe or a tasty snack, much to the complaints of the crew. He always finds you, and if your in the restroom he'll wait outside of it and scare the shit out of you.
You're the only one who he doesn't get mad at. You can literally break in his fridge in the middle of the night, and he won't even raise a hand. Instead, he'll probably fix you a snack and tuck you into bed. (You already know Red, Cash, and Blue use you as a shield for his wrath.)
When you're concentrating on something super hard, he'll feed you bites of your meal. He thinks it's cute that you don't even realize you're being fed. He also likes feeding you mid convo and watching you get slowly frustrated. He thinks it's funny.
Cinnamon:
If you thought Stretch was a simp, Cinnamon is a whole nother level. Cinnamon will literally pause mid battle just to run over to you to share a kiss.
Will do funny little dances with you to get you to cheer up or laugh. If he's feeling down, you need to simply pat his head once, and that man is already jumping around.
When his teeth pain is especially bad, he'll cuddle with you. He says he already feels better, but it's obviously a lie. If you get him some painkillers and tea, he'll cry in your arms about how you're the best thing that happened to him. You both spend the rest of the day comfortably mushed together, reading or talking.
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