#that movie feels like a soft blanket and a scented candle and a warm cup of coffee/tea/hot cocoa. until it doesn’t.

[donna-rinascimentale]

dps is such an autumn/winter staple, but it always breaks my heart that neil perry never got to see the spring.

neil died when it was dark and the trees were bare and the cold raged outside his window and he never got to see the sun rise or the flowers bud. early spring is when the world itself begins to hope, ease into the gentleness it deserves. it breaks me that neil perry never got to see that.

[sturniolocafe]

screw top rosé

summary: a cozy wine night with your boyfriend, matt<3 pairing: matt x feminine reader content: alcohol, kissing, fluff! a note from lilah 𐙚: welcome to my first piece of work on this blog! i hope you all love it :) (lowercase intended!)

you smiled to yourself as you lit an autumnal candle, breathing in the sweet scent. the rain pattered against the window panes of your and matt's shared apartment, giving the space the perfect ambience for the evening. given matt's job as an influencer, especially in la, it was rare for the two of you to have a relaxed evening at home, especially on a saturday. somehow though, the whiteboard calendar that you kept in the kitchen was evening on this november evening.

you rushed to the front door as you heard matt's keys jingling in the lock, your fuzzy-sock-covered feet sliding across the hardwood floor. you threw open the door before your boyfriend could even unlock it, smiling eagerly at the plastic takeout bag in his hand.

"what happened to "hi", "how are you?"?" matt chuckled, snaking an arm around your waist and kissing the top of your head.

"no one gets between me and my food," you joked, but nevertheless returned matt's kiss with a peck on his cheek. "let's eat."

within minutes, you had your and matt's share of chinese takeout spread out across the bar where you two ate. before sitting down, you pulled a bottle of rosé from the fridge, effortlessly removing the screw top and pouring a glass for both of you. matt smiled, thanking you and taking a sip of the wine. fuck if it was a "girly" drink, he liked rosé.

the conversation died down as you and your boyfriend began to eat, your mouths occupied with the taste of good food. as you finished off your plate, you looked up at matt, noting his empty wine glass and the pink blush spreading across his cheeks.

"wine getting you already?" you chuckled, standing to clear the plates.

"i'm not a lightweight." matt grumbled, despite the darkening of his cheeks betraying him.

you chuckled, rinsing the dishes and putting them in the sink. they could be washed tomorrow. right now, spending time with matt, free of loud parties or events, was more important than housework.

"i'm gonna go put on my pajamas and then we can watch a movie!" you explained gleefully.

matt nodded, giving your ass a soft pat as you left the room. his insides felt warm already, thanks in part to the alcohol, but also to just how much love he felt for you. by the time you returned, clad in silky, pink pajamas, matt had set up the living room for the rest of your night. the bottle of rosé and your two glasses were set on the coffee table, couch decorated with fuzzy blankets, and the tv waiting on netflix.

you cuddled up next to matt under one of the blankets, pouring you both another glass of wine. unlike your boyfriend, you tolerated alcohol quite well, but it always made you smile seeing how sleepy and cuddly matt got. it wasn't long before matt grabbed the remote, flicking the tv to your favorite movie and wrapping his arm around you.

the living room was silent for a while as you became engrossed in your movie, comforted by the pink liquid in your cup and the feeling of matt's body against your own.

"baby?" matt hummed, poking your side.

"mhm?' you asked, pausing the movie and turning to face your lover.

"i love you," he giggled, cheeks pink and eyes shiny. "you're the prettiest girl ever."

"and i love you more." you smiled, kissing matt's plump, warm lips softly.

"i can't believe you like me enough to kiss me." he grinned, blue eyes crinkling at the corners.

"i'm your girlfriend, silly." you chuckled, noting matt's empty wine glass.

"so if you're my girlfriend, does that mean i can do this?" he yawned, plopping his head in your lap.

"sure does." you kissed his head, running your fingers through his messy, brown hair.

matt smiled and yawned, clearly sleepy from the alcohol. "that feels nice," he mumbled. "like it."

as time passed, the more the alcohol hit matt's system, the more cuddly he became. it wasn't long before he was practically laying on your lap, eyes blissfully closed. "i dunno why i'm so sleepy." he mumbled.

"two glasses is a lot for you, bubba." you giggled gently.

"bedtime?"

"sure, matt. bedtime." you smiled, placing a kiss to his head.

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[hyunverse]

ways he shows you he loves you ☆ kim seungmin

kim seungmin x gn! reader. a short, soft drabble. no warnings, just soft and doting boyfriend seungmin!! 363 words.

being loved by seungmin comes in many forms.

it comes in the form of chaste kisses during early mornings — when the grass is wet from dew and the room is blanketed with silence. when seungmin thinks he's the only one awake and places kisses on your face, each kiss as tender as his heart when it comes to you.

it comes in the form of a fresh mug of coffee awaiting each morning. freshly brewed, the aroma of coffee beans lingering in the air, along with the subtle scent of vanilla. the coffee's made just how you like it. seungmin's already at the dining table, flashing a small smile and a reminder of the importance of breakfast.

being loved by seungmin is stepping into a spotless home, floor freshly mopped and clean laundry neatly folded. vanilla candles lit around the house, the scent giving you a sense that you're home. during weeks when you're slumped with work, seungmin tries his best to ease your burden at home.

at times when things are hard, and everything hurts — seungmin's love is the warm water you soak yourself in, his fingers softly threading through your hair. it's the smell of peony all over your hair, as he gently massages your hair. it's the soft tone of his voice as he hums your favourite song.

seungmin's love comes in the form of rainy days spent inside. old movies, take-outs, sitting on top of him on the sofa. your legs are wrapped around his waist, giggling as you feel feather-like kisses peppered all over your face. he's cupping your face, and for every kiss on the face, a love confession is whispered. soft and tender — like it's meant for you and only you.

sometimes, his affection is laced in the way he waits by your office door, hands shoved into his pockets. you see it in his eyes as he smiles at you, bidding a hello and inviting you for lunch. at lunch, the affection is shown when he peels your shrimps for you, despite teasing you about no being independent.

kim seungmin's love comes in many forms, each form a wordless way of saying "i love you."

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[noteriii]

Hello there ^-^ I hope you're doing well. I saw your requests are open, so I wanted to request headcanons for Loid Forger x soft female s/o, please, if that inspires you :)♡

(I know Yor is technically "soft" too, but, here the reader doesn't have that kind of strength nor has a personality where she could handle the type of work Yor does or anything like that. Just a very soft gentle reader, please) and thank you 🌸

oh.. loid with a soft! reader would be so cute.. i picture this to be where you're his stand-in wife. he thinks this is all for a mission but he can't help but feel..

he gets so flustered around you. he knows this partnership is just for convenience, but having you around the apartment going about your day? god, does it do something to poor mr. forger.

once you move in, he feels like the house is warmer- more friendly. loid would never admit it to anyone, but he liked it better having you moved in. your room was so cutely decorated and the scented candles you put on every free table somehow reminded him of a home he had tried to block out.

he can't help but have a smile on his face when he comes home after a long day, hanging his coat up as he smells whatever you cooked for dinner that night (with anya's help, of course). he finds it endearing that even if this was all just some awkward circumstance, you do still really play the housewife role well.

you try to plan "family" activities. whether it's just a small trip to the park for anya and bond to run around, or a treat at the bakery (your personal fav), the forger family will almost always be out and about on the weekends.

anya absolutely adores you. she loves how you cook and how you do everything in your ability to make her and her papa happy. she loves when you include her in conversations and play along when loid wont.

loid finds you incredibly endearing. he is not used to being on the receiving side of someone so gentle and affectionate. at first, he thought he might've embarrassed himself with how warm his face got when you had first made him a cup of tea after his shower so that he could settle down after a long day. he's so used to being the protector, the one in control, so when you're so naturally soft and considerate with him- it catches him off guard. he might try to hide it, but the small lift of his lips and pink tint on his face will always give him away.

he sort of short circuits when you compliment him? like i said before, he's too cool and collected. too nonchalant. so, when you call his bed head cute one morning, he kind of just stands there confused. its not like he was trying to woo you or anything there. he wasn't doing anything particularly specific- and you called him cute? he was not, and still not, used to the random compliments. he has gotten better at recovering from, though.

he's a lot more attentive with you. while loid is already a caring person, being around someone so soft and loving would make him even more attentive. he would start paying attention to the smallest details about you — the way you laugh, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, or the way you curl up with your favorite blanket. he’d take note of these things and try to replicate them in sweet ways when he’s around.

he secretly loves attention. you can't prove me wrong. loid is very good at hiding his emotions, but when you do something cute — like cuddling up with him for movie night or showing him how excited you are over a new book — he can’t help but feel a warmth in his heart. he might not always show it, but it makes him feel content in a way he’s not used to. when you ask for his opinion on something small, he secretly enjoys that feeling of being needed, but in a gentle way.

he is such a sucker for you. you bring out the softer side of loid that very few people get to see. despite his stern spy demeanor, he’s incredibly protective of you. if you're feeling sick or down, loid will drop everything to take care of you, even if it means he has to adjust his mission schedule. he might not show it outright, but his actions will speak volumes, whether it's making you tea or tucking you into bed when you're not feeling well.

loid would take his time with you, iykyk. despite his best judgements, he finds himself taking you out on dates and thinking of you as his wife rather than just a roommate- a friend. he finds everything about you so..cute.. sometimes he thinks he wants to squish your face in his palms.. yk, like you would a baby? the cute aggression gets to him and sometimes it catches anya off guard.

[luvzshy]

Pls do one when the readers birthday is on Christmas 😘

a/n: i always wanted my bd to be on christmas 🙁

B-day Wishes and Christmas Kisses

Your birthday has always been overshadowed by the sparkle of Christmas lights, holiday cheer, and presents wrapped in festive paper that were meant to celebrate both occasions. You never hated Christmas—it was magical—but your birthday often felt like an afterthought.

This year, however, everything was different. This year, you had Billie.

She had insisted on flying back early from her holiday break, wanting to spend the entire day with you. The second you opened your eyes that morning, there she was, lying beside you, already awake with a soft smile on her face.

“Merry Christmas and happy birthday, baby,” Billie whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead. Her fingers brushed your cheek softly, waking you up in the gentlest way possible.

You smiled groggily, squinting against the light filtering through the window. “Hey, you didn’t have to wake up so early. We could’ve slept in…”

“Not when it’s your day,” she said, rolling out of bed with more energy than usual. “I’ve got something planned for you.”

You could barely protest before Billie was pulling you out of bed, guiding you towards the living room where the scent of freshly made pancakes filled the air. She’d decked the entire place in warm twinkle lights, setting the perfect balance between Christmas magic and birthday celebration. A small birthday cake sat next to the stack of gifts she’d wrapped for you—separate from any Christmas presents.

Your heart swelled as you took it all in. “Billie, this is…wow.”

She grinned, pulling you into her arms, the scent of her cologne making you feel instantly at home. “I know how much you hate sharing your birthday with the holiday. So, today is all about you.”

The day was filled with your favorite things. She had planned everything from your favorite breakfast to spending the afternoon watching cheesy holiday movies with you cuddled in her lap. She took you ice skating, her hand never leaving yours, even when you slipped and nearly fell more times than you could count. Every moment felt like a love letter wrapped in the warmth of her presence.

By the time evening rolled around, the two of you sat by the fireplace, the room glowing softly with candles and the Christmas tree lights twinkling. Billie reached behind her, pulling out a small, neatly wrapped box.

“Open it,” she urged, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

You carefully unwrapped the gift, revealing a delicate gold bracelet with tiny charms—each one a reminder of your journey together. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at her, feeling overwhelmed with love.

“It’s beautiful, Billie,” you whispered, tears prickling at your eyes.

She leaned in, brushing her lips against yours in a tender kiss. “I wanted you to know how special you are to me. Not just today, but every day.”

You smiled against her lips, your hands gently cupping her face as you kissed her back, slow and sweet. “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“Good,” she whispered, resting her forehead against yours. “Because I plan on spoiling you every year from now on.”

The night ended with the two of you tangled up on the couch, wrapped in blankets and each other, the soft sound of Christmas music playing in the background. For once, your birthday wasn’t overshadowed. Billie had made sure of it.

And as you drifted off to sleep, your heart full and warm, you knew that having her by your side made every day feel like a celebration.

[edgessunflower]

Period prompts

Divider credits to @strangergraphics

Actions

Massaging the other's body cause they are in so much pain

Buying pads and tampons so they can use the other if one doesn't work

Lighting incense or a candle with their favorite scent to help relax them

Having a secret stash of all the other's favorite candy so they can have each snack

Heating their side of the bed up so they can be more comfortable while laying down

Massaging their lower belly while taking a warm shower for the pain

Having soup and soft foods in case the other's stomach is very upset and can't eat other things

Changing the sheets while assuring them that they don't need to be ashamed by it

Knowing what to give the other to help with pain by how they look and feel

Putting on their favorite movies to make them smile and laugh despite the pain they're in

Rubbing their temples to relieve a migraine that won't go away

Helping the other shave because they are in a lot of pain

Having a list for their cravings to know what they like most

Making a cup of tea to help relax and sleep

Having the fridge full of their favorite drinks and foods

Wrapping the other in a blanket so they can sleep

Dialogue

"Do you want to come sit on my lap?"

"I can wash the sheets, it's not a problem"

"Show me where it hurts so I can rub it better"

"This is nothing to be ashamed of"

"Who cares if you're a little bloated? I still think you're beautiful"

"I'm not going anywhere love, not when my baby has cramps"

"Drink this, it'll make you feel better"

"Chocolate and ibuprofen, dinner of champions"

"Do you want a hug? I’m not sure it’ll help with the pain, but it might cheer you up a little"

"I ran you a bath, if you feel like you’re up for it"

"No, you’re not hurting me- that actually feels really nice"

"God, I feel like I'm dying"

"I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re okay"

"Let me help, I know you're really tired"

"There we go, I'll always be your heater when needed"

"I know it hurts, baby, it's okay"

[r0-boat]

Yapp'n about Morty in autumn

Random Pokemon Morty headcanons

Morty x gn!S/o

S/o coming back from work to see that there goes type gym leader boyfriend decked their entire house in skeletons fake gravestones Ghost Pokemon decor. Morty is very normal about Halloween

Morty going all out and his monster costumes.

With him being the Ghost type gym leader versus his practical worship of Halloween y'all's house becomes the coolest house in the neighborhood for trick or treaters.

An exchange for extra scares of course he gives out the best treats!

Around the holidays your house gets real cozy with the smell I've scented candles and a warm home. If you're still cold tell him I'm sure he'll have something to have you bundle up with as he makes you a cup of coffee or hot chocolate with either a stick of cinnamon or extra cream depends on what you like.

Morty probably having a vampire phase in Middle School, Still has a soft spot for vampires he doesn't care glitter ones, monstrous ones, or vampiric animals.

Morty lives for the fall the cool weather the pumpkin desserts and Drinks, Snuggling in light coats and scarves, hearing the leaves crunch beneath his shoes

Expert pumpkin carver, he takes all day for just one pumpkin however he takes his time in his masterpiece making sure it's exactly what he wants.

Morty has always been a fan for horror, however nearing Halloween he always starts watching classics or anything currently coming out, he always asks for you to join him and if you're still scared of horror movies he always offers himself for you to cuddle up to. Can't help but think how cute you are as you grasp at his clothing closing your eyes or hiding yourself with the blanket. Occasionally squeezing you closer to him or rubbing your arm or shoulder or giving you a light kiss on the head to make you feel better, Maybe every now and then pausing to ask if you're okay.

When Dawn breaks, kissing you on your sleepy forehead before rising at his usual early hour, Morty sighs just like last year. He was sad to see it go, but he still had fun. Of course, just because the holiday is over, that doesn't mean he can't still enjoy the rest of his favorite season, leaving some of his decorations in the house a little longer before preparing for Christmas.

He'll enjoy the rest of the holidays, all the while counting down the days till the next one~.

[redfeathered]

Tagged by @sarah-yyy thank you! I think this is from... some years ago, lets just leave it at that. But I feel like doing some aesthetics~

Rules: bold all the aesthetics that you relate to

side a - the city

glittering lights, yawning skyscrapers, broken glass shards, street gangs, hip hop music, late night strolls, blinking stars, sleek cars, flickering neon signs, glittery earrings, small tattoos, empty subways, dark eyeshadow, snapping cameras, cozy apartments, fried churros, silver necklaces, dyed hair, ripped jeans, bright lipstick, dazzling smiles.

side b - the book nerd

large glasses, steaming hot chocolate, thick books, lofi music, hot pastries, soft smiles, large sweaters, quiet libraries, small flowers, melting candles, sweetened coffee, messy hair buns, soft pillows, fairy lights, vanilla scents

side c - the stereotypical girl

soft pinks, mini skirts, crop tops, romantic fantasies, love songs, strawberry milkshakes, lipgloss, high ponytails, candy hearts, nail polish, starbucks coffee, clear skies, hoop earrings, excited ramblings, stuttering heartbeats, rose bouquets, soft blushes

side d - the stereotypical boy

arcade games, graphic t-shirts, baseball caps, chocolate milkshakes, messy rooms, acoustic guitars, chocolate chip cookies, multi-colored bruises, rap music, nightly escapades, stolen glances, pencil-drumming, chocolate milk boxes, low hums

side e - the nature hippie

mini plants, cloud-watching, stars, damp forests, sandy beaches, oceanwaves, wildflowers, hiking, iced lemon tea, gardening, hippie music, buttered toast, birds chirping, multi-coloured leaves, evening sunlight, fruit cups, sundresses

side f - the rebel

cherry lollypops, devil hand signs, grape flavoured bubble gum, rock music, killer boots, dark make up, horror movies, denim jackets, switchblades, handguns, stargazing on rooftops, glowing cigarettes, large headphones, skull rings, converse shoes, graffiti murals, glowing moonlight, rose thorns, fishnet stockings

side g - the winter

busy cafes, oversized hoodies, drizzling rain, small snowflakes, marshmallows in hot chocolate, loose hair, sad music, reading a book, blanket forts, frozen lakes, crackling fireplaces, old movies

side h - the summer

tank tops, lemonade, sunny days, dripping popsicles, short haircuts, tinted sunglasses, cotton candy, amusement parks, traveling, blasting music on the car radio, wagging dog tails, large sunflowers, snow cones

side i - the autumn

pumpkin lattes, warm bakeries, warm colours, hair braids, soft sweaters, colourful leaves, purring cats, dark chocolate bars, romance movies, soft music, zentangling, vintage cameras

side j - the spring

floral scents, peach tea, mint shampoo, tinkling laughter, video cassettes, colourful paintings, excited smiles, lollipop sticks, blooming flowers, melting snow, action movies, singing in the shower

honestly I don’t know if it was meant to stick to one aesthetic, but this was more fun hehe tagging @it-begins-with-rain @frankisthegod @danthebookworm @alipeeps if y’all feel like it :)

[peterclaire11]

Soothing Decorating Ideas to Help You Relax and Unwind at Home

We have all heard the saying “There is no place like home”. People cherish a cup of tea at home, especially after an exhausting day. But what makes your home so special? It is a space where you unwind from all stress and relax in your comfiest clothes. 

Home is where you don’t have to impress or behave. However, there is a catch to it. You cannot feel at ease if you have a cluttered space or one that does not feel welcoming. Although your home will always be special to your heart, some decorating ideas can change the entire energy of the house.

Eventually, you will enjoy the ambience of your house more, and who knows, you wouldn’t want to leave it ever! If you want a change of space or need to shift around some actionable decor ideas, you’re at the right place.

Soothing Home Décor Ideas to Create a Cohesive Relaxing Space

The energy in your home can either nurture you or take away your energy. A soothing home design brings calm and peace that revolves around smart and modern home décor. 

Control Your Clutter

Clutter causes physical and unconscious chaos, regardless of whether you don’t mind living in it. Untidy piles and lack of organization frequently result in extra time spent searching for important stuff like keys.

Further, it produces a general sense of distress. So, your first step towards affordable home décor is decluttering your closet and cabinet drawers. Get rid of unnecessary utensils and things you haven’t used in the past 3-4 years. You can donate or sell them and make more space in the house.

As you toss those unnecessary items away, the tension in the room will immediately dissipate.  

Get Composure with Cool Colour Palettes

Color has a profound impact on mood and well-being like no other home element. It is due to our tendency to associate colors with things like danger, nature, sunshine, hunger, peace, etc. Cool hues like pastels, green, and blue can help you relax. 

Blue is known to lower blood pressure and heart rate, while green is all about nature. In modern bedroom décor, you can see neutral or cool color walls because of their ability to calm the body and mind.

Eventually, you will fall asleep faster, which most people in the modern-day struggle with. Further, you can add a pop of colour to bland rooms with a bright cushion or a throw blanket against a neutral sofa.

Get Greenery Around You For a Calming Effect

Do you like the freshness of a fully grown flower or nature’s green surrounding you? It is because nature has a therapeutic effect on human beings. Additionally, indoor plants release oxygen that relaxes and energizes you while sleeping. 

Moreover, plants are some of the most affordable home décors that can elevate any space. When you bring them home, you no longer have to rush to a garden or park if you don’t have the time.

Lighting Can Trick You to Calm Your Nerves

If the weather is gloomy or it is already dark by the time you finish your workday, mood lighting can help you relax instantly. Warm lights help your body unwind, and a sense of peace sets in. Family dinners or a romantic date under a warm yellow light is an intimate experience for everybody.

In such lighting, any sense of urgency disappears as opposed to working or sitting under direct white light.

Curtains Can Give You Vacation Vibes

Imagine you are in bed on a Sunday morning, and there is a cool breeze blowing. The high-ceiling curtains are flowing that give you a retro movie vibe where the environment is chill. If the thought of such a scenario is exciting, imagine if you could create a space like this for yourself. 

You can install curtains of natural fabric in soft tones that allow sunlight to pass through. A well-lit house is a place devoid of negativity and diseases.

Incorporating Scents Will Appeal to Your Senses

The best way to bring calm and relaxation to any space is through scents. They have calming and relaxing effects on the human brain. Scented candles with specific essential oils have healing properties. They encourage positivity, lift mood, reduce anxiety, and spread fragrance throughout the house. 

If you struggle with falling asleep, you can add lavender oil to the candle. Further, scented candles can make a great modern home décor and accentuate your living space.

Wrapping Up

Making your home a cosy and relaxing abode is easy if you pay attention to little details. You don’t have to indulge in extravagance and burn your pocket. The above décor ideas will level up your interior game, and compliments will not stop pouring in.

As exciting as the ideas sound, you must be imagining sipping wine while reading a book beside a burning candle already. Go ahead and build that dream space where you can just be yourself and find the balance of life.

About

Nata décor aims to bring modern interior design to your home at the click of a button. With working-from-home mode taking over, people are spending more time indoors. It is thus vital that you have a space that can cater to your busiest as well as relaxing days.

Let our creativity reflect your unique style in every corner of your house. Our designs reflect the quality of a chic modern style.

[shadowjax]

The Dragon’s Blade

Sore Muscles

A03

Natasha Romanoff x reader/oc

Maria Hill x oc

Oneshot

“You’re tense.”

52 “I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

“I’ll have no choice but to find someone else.”

Warnings: hurt/comfort

A/N: Taking some time off writing the main series cuz of school, I want it to be put together and make sense. So for now enjoyed these shorts.

*Shares are appreciated*

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You’ve never seen Natalia so stressed before, whenever you’d approached she'd just snap and you’d walk away. Clint advised you to find a new approach, saying you have to physically move her from her seat. She’ll never admit it out loud, but she wanted you to carry her to bed and do nothing but cuddle while watching movies. Having the weight of the world on one’s soldiers didn’t make rest easy, others have it worse and she’s lucky enough to even get the bare minimum of sleep.

After a moment to collect yourself you sucked up a breath and made your way to her desk. The only light was illuminating off the computer. Crumpled papers brushing against your shoes in the closet you moved into the room. Paper coffee cups were scattered around the desk and she was hunched over in her chair. Her hair was a tangled mess, finger tips flat from typing, back hunched over, and her usual scent overpowered by sweat. The hues of the various screens lit the spacious room.

“You're tense.” Your statement caused her to pause for a moment then went back to typing on her computer. Her silence pulled at your heart from where you stood. One quick move and you turned off the computer, that got her attention. Her eyes were red, dark circles standing out under her pale skin, face a bit skinnier than usual, and her forest green eyes were now mossy.

“And you’re distracting me.” Her words were cold but left no effect. Refusing to look at you she began to reorganize her desk a bit.

“Everyone is worried. I’m worried.” Her well being was your well being, guilt washing over knowing she’s been working non stop while you were resting.

“Keeping the world safe does not give us the luxury to relax when others have it worse. You all know what this job requires.”

Candles spread around lit up the area, the smell of apple cinnamon filling the room. Gentle music played in the background, a simple harp with the sounds of a river flowing. You gently tossed her onto the bed and began to remove some of her unnecessary layers, leaving her in a tank and sweatpants. Feeling her limbs on the soft bed left her immobilized, allowing you to gently remove the dirty layers.

Before she could tuck herself under the covers she felt her body being turned over onto her stomach. Your weight moved from one side of her hips to both, throwing your leg over to straddle her waist. She found her mind spacing out at the feeling of the comfy pillow against her cheek. Soon there was a pressure against one of the muscles on her shoulders, a sigh escaping her lips. Your smooth hands are losing days worth of stress held in her muscles. Sleep crept up and she finally caved in, allowing herself to enjoy the moment.

~~~~

When she woke up laying on her back with the sun shining through the window,the sunlight almost hit her eyes. The blankets were tucked around her like a burrito and the sun made her feel warm but not too warm. It was uncomfortable. Gently turning around to find you weren't in the room, a plate of stacked pancakes still steaming on her bedside table and a cup of coffee. Halfway through her breakfast her attention focuses on the door as you enter her room.

Your appearance is a bit more laid back having no mask, hair sticking up in random places, the baggy sweatpants, and short sleeve shirt that showed off your scars. “Feeling better?”

“Much, thank you.” Her gaze lowered for a moment, “I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

“No worries.” The grogginess in your voice mixed with your accent threw her off guard, it sounded more natural. You rarely speak without the mask that gives your voice a more robotic accent. Sometime afternoon you led her to the hot tubs that had recently been installed.

You wore a simple tank with trunks and she wore a black one piece. Both of you are growing comfortable enough to expose your scars to one another. Only to each other aside from doctors. The moment was left quiet, sounds of the jet echoing against the walls. You found yourself dozing off to your surroundings, eventually falling asleep and sinking shoulders deep into the tub. Waking up to find yourself already dried off and under her covers laying beside her, sounds of a movie coming from her laptop on her lap. You were wearing an oversized shirt and a pair of gym shorts.

“I think we both need to learn to take breaks.” You sat up, laying your head over her shoulder.

“Who gave you the idea to physically force me into taking a break? Clint? Also, who taught you the muscles of the body, I’m impressed.” She quickly glanced at you beside her.

“Yes, Maria recommended that technique. She’s used it on Dr.Lee a few times.”

“I’m glad to see you’re more comfortable when it comes to wearing short cut clothing.” Tossing her laptop aside and placing gentle kisses along the scars across your arms. Ending up with her laying her head on your chest both enveloped in each other’s arms. “Thank you.”

~~~~

“Lee.” Maria tried to keep her voice as calm and less commander-like but her patience was wearing thin. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed with a neutral look on her face.

“Dep-Director!” She jumped out of her seat too quickly. Causing a cup of coffee to spill across her desk, soaking the papers scattered around. “Awww DAMNIT! That was a week's worth of work!” As much as she wanted to move from her straightened stance to salvage as much as possible, Maria’s tone was more intimidating. It’s been ages since Lee’s used her title, clearly showing she wasn’t alright somewhere.

“So I was right, you haven’t been getting sleep again.”

“If YOUR field agents would stop getting injured I wouldn’t have to be working so much.” She didn’t mean to put an emphasis on the attitude but with no energy her emotions slipped.

“If you’d just allow the work to be equally divided among your acquaintances in the division, you wouldn’t have to carry all the weight.”

“I know there are others but they’re backed up as well…” Tossing her hands in the air then rubbing her eyes she almost began to cry.

“If you don’t start taking care of yourself and learn to balance yourself I’ll have no choice but to find someone else.” She knew the moment those words left her lips she would regret it. Maria knew her words hit a little too close to home for the doctor, guilt washed over.

A week’s worth of little sleep finally came rushing forward, Lee’s eyes felt heavy as they gazed to the floor. Out of everyone to call her replaceable she didn’t expect it to come from the person she cared and respected the most. Having little natural talent and struggling in school caused a deep rooted fear of being expendable ever since she was little. Almost being married off only strengthened the fear. She tried to make a run for it but Maria was in better shape, tossing Lee onto the couch and restraining her with the blankets. Laying face first into the cushions, while Maria knelt above her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” Her words were more calm, feeling Lee still struggling under the covers.

“Get off and leave me alone! Of course you meant it or you wouldn’t have said anything knowing how I feel about that.” The fear had always lingered in the back of her mind, sometimes hurting more days than others. It didn’t take long for her body to relax, her mind dozing off to sleep. She allowed Maria to remove her glasses and pull the pins out of her hair. Fingers gently wiping the tears that had fallen down her cheeks.

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” Her voice was nothing more than a low whisper.

~~~~

When the doc woke up again her office was dark, surroundings annoyingly fuzzy. Slithering out of the covers and rubbing her dry eyes she checked the time.

“18 hours, you really overworked yourself.” A figure was faintly lit up by the string lights hanging on her bookshelf behind the desk chair.

The doc’s shoulders perked up for a moment then lowered. Her eyes met the fuzzy figure sitting on her desk. “Thought you could win me over with food?” The smell of pad thai made her stomach growl, holding her hand out for the bowl.

“Lysandra I’m really sorry for what I said. It just slipped, it’s a habit being in charge of so many people with a few incompetent needing to know their place. You are irreplaceable, no doubt about it. The kid would have my head if that happened. Please forgive me.” Maria handed her the bowl and knelt beside the couch. The doc’s heart melted when their eyes met, her hair looking beautiful flowing freely.

“No...” Not yet, the words almost slipping. Maria’s heart sank, eyes pleading. “Clearly we both need to take a break and cash in some vacation hours.”

“Where would you like to go?”

“I’ve always wanted to visit Paris. Now give me my glasses back, I can’t see shit.”

[disasterofastory]

Sunday (Ivar x Reader)

Sunday modern!Ivar x Reader Warnings: smut

You try to save your date-day with Ivar.

The sky is dark with stormy clouds, and the trees bend to the will of the wind. A lightning flashes for a moment, and a thunder disturbs the pitter-patter of the raindrops. The streets are empty, and the cars are lined up behind each other. Nobody wants to go anywhere in this weather. You sigh resignedly as you move to the sink to put down your empty cup. You can still smell the herbal tea in the air. Ivar always drinks them when the weather is miserable, and his legs start to hurt. Whenever you can smell the herbals' typical scent, you know your day is ruined. Of course, it is not his fault. You knew when you fell in love with him that there will be days when you have to stay home despite your plans. Like today. You planned your whole day. You two wanted to go to the market and your favorite coffee shop for breakfast while Ivar wanted to go to the amusement park, but your happy date-day is over before it even started.

You huff into the silence with stubborn resolve. You both deserve this day, and you will be damned if you let the weather ruin it.

Without telling Ivar about your new plans for today, you go out to buy some things you need. The weather seems worst as you have to stand under it. The umbrella breaks after a few minutes, and you feel like an idiot, throwing it into the trash can. Before you reach your destinations, your shoes are soaked, and you feel cold and annoyed. The only thing that can comfort you is the smell of yours and Ivar’s favorite take-out.

When you get home, Ivar is still in your shared bedroom so you can get everything ready for after the bath you and Ivar will enjoy together. You place every pillow and blanket you can find in front of the couch before you arrange the coffee table with snacks and food. You even prepare some candles for later, and when you are ready with them, you move to the bathroom. You draw a warm bath with a bath bomb and bubbles and slow, relaxing music. You check everything one last time before you get naked and go to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. With them in your hands, you make your way to the bedroom where Ivar reads on the bed.

“Where were you?” He asks you without looking up. A small frown is constant on his handsome face as he reads the pages. “In places,” you answer, leaning into the doorway. Hearing your answer, he looks up at your naked form. His breath hitches as he jerks up in his seat. He drops the book next to him, staring at your curves and soft flesh. To entice him more, you push out your hips, and you make sure your breast are visible behind the wine and glasses you still hold. Your nipples harden because of the cold air, and Ivar gulps, seeing the change on your body. His blue eyes shine with arousal, and you can’t help but smirk at his reaction. The grey pants he wears do nothing to hide his erection. Sex is not in your plans, at least not for now, but you love teasing Ivar, and it’s always mind-blowing if he loses his patience. “Come with me,” you tell him after a while. He stands up with the help of his crutches without a word, and you turn around to lead him out of the bedroom into the bathroom. You can feel his stare in your ass the whole time, so you rock your hips more than usual.

The air is steamy and full of the scent of the bath bomb you used. You place down the wine and glasses on a small chair next to the bathtub before you turn around to face Ivar. The man looks around before his eyes find you again. “What are you planning?” He asks. “We can’t go out because of the weather,” you answer him, stepping closer. “But it doesn’t mean we can’t have our date-day.” “I like your thinking,” he says, shamelessly staring at your breasts while you help him get rid of his clothes. “I’m glad,” you smirk, kneeling down before him, pulling on his pants. His erection almost slaps you in the face, and you need to bite into your lips to stop yourself. Despite the warm air, you are still cold, and you want to be in the bathtub before anything happens. “How are your legs?” You ask him. “Better after the tea,” he answers honestly, letting you do everything. You make a note at the back of your mind to make more tea for him after you are done here. You kiss his parted lips as you stand up and help him into the warm water. You place his crutches against the wall and pour some wine for the both of you while Ivar gets comfortable in the bathtub before you join him.

You sit down in front of him with a sigh as the goosebumps run over your whole body. “It was a good idea,” he says, sipping his wine. “I know, right?” You smile, leaning back to enjoy the warmth. You let yourself relax a little bit more after hearing Ivar’s approval. You were afraid he would be too moody to enjoy your small surprise. For long minutes you just sit in front of each other, drinking and playing with the bubbles. You laugh at his bubble beard, and he smirks at you cheekily as he pushes the bubbles aside to see more of your breasts. “Not yet,” you warn him playfully as you move your hands under the water to massage his legs. He sighs at the feeling, leaning back with the glass still in his hand, and you just smile at his reaction.

You and Ivar both had to work on your insecurities. You know you are not flawless. You are flat where you want to be curved, and you are too curved where you don’t like it. Your skin is soft but not perfect, you have skin problems here and there, and you can never be like the women in movies and magazines. You needed long months to get comfortable around Ivar and don’t hide yourself every time when he can see your whole body. And, of course, Ivar’s biggest enemies are his legs. The first time you were together intimately, he made sure his legs stayed hidden the whole time, and he still doesn’t like it when you stare at it too long.

“So what’s your plan for today?” He asks you while you start washing him with a sponge. You start with his legs, moving up and up as you talk. “I prepared everything in the living room,” you tell him, smirking when you reach his still hard cock. “It has to wait for a little bit,” you wink at him. Your hand moves up and down on his erection for a few minutes while he grunts under your touch. “You are a wicked woman,” he says accusingly when you stop with your moves to continue washing him. You linger on his chest to your heart content, caressing his abs and chest. His otherwise pale skin is light pink now from the warm water. His muscles jump under your fingers. “But you love me,” you smirk, pecking his lip. “Do you want to wash your hair?” “No, I washed it yesterday,” he answers, and you just nod, moving back to your original place at the other end of the bathtub. Under other circumstances, Ivar would replay your affection, but the water cools, and because of his legs, it would be difficult and long. So you wash up yourself, soaping your body, giving a show to the young man before you. His eyes follow your every move, drinking his remained wine in the glass. “I really hope you don’t just play with me, girl,” he says warningly when your hand disappears under the water. “I promise,” you answer, laughing at his impatience. Your giggle becomes a moan as you start to play with yourself. Your fingers move in circles on your clit while your other hand moves up to your breast. Your back arch into your own touch while Ivar stares at you, aroused and a little bit angry. There are times when he is okay with his legs, he can live with them, and there are other times when he is despite them. Like now. When he can't move to touch and feel you when you play with yourself, and he can't do anything. You close your eyes as you make yourself cum in front of Ivar. “Out,” Ivar grunts through gritted teeth, staring into your eyes. “Now.”

Still naked, you help him out of the bath. He leans against you till you sit him down on the small chair where the wine bottle stood not long ago. You place his legs in a small spread so you can kneel between them. “Wait,” he tells you hurriedly, grabbing a towel to give it to you. “Place it under yourself. For your knees,” he says, and you smile up at him. You smooth down your palms on his tights till you reach his manhood. He is hard and ready before you, Ivar’s breathing gets faster despite your lack of touches. “You waited long enough,” you tell him with a small, sly smirk. Your fingers curl around the base of his cock, and you lean closer to lick him from down to top. Ivar grunts at the feeling, his stomach tenses at the pleasant feeling, and his head falls back, eyes closed. Your tongue lingers around his cock head, licking and kissing his warm skin while your hand moves up and down on him. After a few minutes, you take him in your mouth, and you shudder, hearing his moan. You suck on him while his hand finds the back of your head to push your lower on his cock. You can feel him at the back of your throat. “Y/N!” He jumps with a choked moan when you gulp around him, and his whole body tenses. You can feel him getting closer and closer to his orgasm. You take him deeper for the last time before you move back and let him cum into your mouth. His fingers in your hair are almost hurtful, but as he gets down from his high, he releases you from his grip. “Worth the waiting?” You ask him, smirking. “Always,” he answers, gulping down the air. His face is pink, and his eyes shine as he looks down at you. “Let’s get dressed,” you tell him softly, helping him get dry and dressed in clean clothes.

After half an hour, you sit down next to him on the floor. Food and snacks lay around you with Ivar’s herbal tea. Both of you move closer to each other under a blanket to start a new series on Netflix. The rain still knocks on the window, and thunders shake the world, but you just lean into your boyfriend's shoulder with a relaxed sigh. “We should watch Friends instead,” you tell him after a few minutes. “Yeah.”

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Tags: @adrille88​

[pastel-pajamas-4me]

15 things to help you calm down when you are anxious

1. A long relaxing bubble bath

2. candles or lotion that has a calming scent like lavender or vanilla

3. A nice cup of hot cocoa or tea or even an ice cold lemonade

4. Deep breathing

5. Counting

6. A movie or show that makes you feel safe

7. Soft lighting like a lamp or a nightlight

8. A good book

9. Write in a journal

10. Comfortable clothes like pajamas and a nice warm blanket

11. Watch the clouds

12. Pick wildflowers

13. Plant a little flower garden

14. Think about the ocean or a place that makes you feel happy

15. Comfort foods

[silversatoru]

birthdays don’t have to suck

fushiguro megumi x f!reader (elli)

synopsis: you get really sick on your birthday, but megumi makes sure that you still have a good day :))

t/w: fluff, reader is sick, vomiting, medicine (tylenol lol), some details pertain specifically to elli

wc: 2.2k

a/n: a small birthday present for the love of my life @megumifushi who never sleeps enough and is always sick,, i love u and i hope ur days not too bad <3

you stared into your dimly lit laptop, red eyes squinting at the black text that sped across the screen as your fingers scrambled against the keys. you weren’t even sure that what you were writing was comprehensible at this point, but your essay that was due tomorrow morning wasn’t gonna write itself. at this point it just needed to get done, concerns of quality were thrown out the window hours ago.

aside from the burning and stinging in your eyes, your entire body ached, and you were ridden with chills and goosebumps. seemed like a fever was coming on, but you didn’t have the time or capacity to care about that right now. you’d pop a few tylenol and crawl into bed in a couple hours, and everything would be better tomorrow.

what time was it anyway? it couldn’t possibly be that late yet, right? 

you glanced to the corner of the screen, eyes falling on a bright 3:56am that made your heart sink and your eyes widen. you had a terrible habit of losing track of time and staying up into ungodly hours of the night — a habit that your wonderful boyfriend was trying so terribly hard to break. 

you glanced to your left and took in his sleeping form, his lips parted ever so slightly as he took small breaths of air. he’d be disappointed and upset with you if he knew how horrid your sleep schedule had been lately, and he’d probably blame your chills and headaches on your lack of sleep as well — which in all fairness was probably pretty accurate. 

“i’ll just finish this up real quick and then i promise i’ll sleep, ‘kay gumi?” you spoke softly, running your fingers through his soft, spiky hair. 

he was undisturbable, his mind off somewhere in a dreamland that was quite the distance from your small bedroom. and that was probably for the better, because him nagging at you to go to sleep would be too distracting for you to get your work done. 

your hands moved rapidly against the keyboard for about another hour, words spilling onto the screen until you finally hit the page requirement for your paper. it was probably terrible, most likely had a few words spelled wrong, and honestly you were pretty certain you’d repeated yourself several times, but fuck it — submit. you were typically an excellent student, so one bad paper wouldn’t kill you, and you were too tired and achy to care right now. 

you got up and placed your laptop onto your desk, plugging it in and letting a heavy sigh fall from your lips as you made your way back over to the bed. the soft blankets were therapeutically warm on your chilly skin as you crawled in against megumi’s back, effectively turning him into the little spoon and pressing your nose to the back of his neck. thankfully, sleep found you shortly after, your eyes fluttering shut as you drifted off into a much needed slumber. 

babe 

wake up 

babe

you woke up to small finger pokes to your cheek from megumi, his face laced with concern as your vision finally focused on his features. he bent over and pressed his lips to your forehead, pausing there for a fraction of a second and then standing back up. 

“i think you have a fever. i noticed when i woke up and you felt like a fucking space heater,” he frowned, confirming your initial suspicions from last night, “i’ll go get some medicine”.

you groggily nodded your head, shivers coursing through your body and dotting your extremities with goosebumps. your condition had definitely deteriorated overnight, your eyes stinging and a horrible nausea creeping up your throat. 

by the time he returned with the medicine you had yourself propped up against the pillows, thick blankets pulled up to your chin in an attempt to minimize the icy feeling in your body. he handed two small tylenol tablets to you with a disappointed look on his face — a look that said: i’m gonna kick your ass for not getting enough sleep again. 

“i’ll let everyone know you’re not feeling well enough to go out tonight,” he hummed as he handed you a glass of water, your brain filling with thick fog as you tried to decipher why he would need to let anyone know you were sick. 

the look of pure confusion signaled to him that you had no idea what he was talking about, megumi shaking his head before he spoke up again, “it’s your birthday, dumbass, we were supposed to get food and stuff with yuuji, inumaki, and nobara and maki”. 

birthday 

oh 

forgetting about that was another habit you continued to succumb to every year.

“mm, shit,” you sighed after drinking back the pills, “i forgot”. 

“figured you would,” megumi clicked his tongue, “but i didn’t, because i’m a good boyfriend. can you drag yourself out to the kitchen? you should eat”.

“don’t think so,” you mumbled, attempting to disappear back under the blankets before he could coerce you to follow him outside of the bedroom. 

but megumi is impossibly even more stubborn than you are, wrapping his arms under your body and lifting you to his chest, “guess i’ll just have to carry you then”. 

“fine,” you let out a long groan — was it a bit dramatic? maybe. but in your defense you felt like you’d been hit with a train.

he peppered your face with kisses as he carried you out of the bedroom, lovingly setting you down on one of the high bar stools around your kitchen table. he instructed you to stay in the chair, abruptly returning to the bedroom to bring out a couple blankets to wrap around your shoulders. you were grateful for the extra heat, you body still shaking and shivering as the medications worked to cure your fever. 

megumi was a man of few words, preferring to display his love for you through acts of service than grand confessions, and this was very eminent when he wordlessly grabbed a couple pots and began cooking for you. you let your face fall onto your arms, resting your chin as you watched him silently shuffle between the stove and the pantry. the silence was comfortable, and you weren't going to complain about watching your muscular boyfriend walk around the kitchen in nothing but a pair of loose, plaid pajama pants. 

a few minutes later he was placing a steaming bowl of soup and a couple slices of baked bread in front of you, a savory scent flooding your nostrils. 

“red lentil,” he spoke as he handed you a spoon, “it’s your favorite, so you better eat it”. 

“yes, sir,” you gave him a small smile, dipping the cool metal into the hot liquid and scooping a spoonful into your mouth. 

“all of it”

“yes, megumi, i will try”

to no surprise, the soup went down pretty fucking horribly, your head hanging low over the toilet while megumi held your hair out of the way. your throat was practically raw by the time you were done heaving and vomiting up the meal, your eyes brimming with hot tears. 

megumi tied your hair up in a neat bun so he could step away, filling up a glass with water and carefully helping you to take small sips and rinse out your mouth. he was tedious with the clean up, washing your face and helping you brush your teeth — ensuring that you felt the best you could given the situation. he then scooped you back into his arms, carrying you back to bed and profusely apologizing for making you eat the soup — but he was just trying to make you feel better, he really was doing his best.

you were ready to add today to your long list of terrible birthdays, chalking it up as another failed attempt, but megumi was not about to let that happen. he knew you had a rough history with birthdays, but now that he was here? you’d have a bad birthday over his dead body. 

he scoured the back of your fridge for ginger ale, gatorade, jello, and whatever else he could find to make you the perfect sick-person platter. and he made sure he was logged into every streaming service that the two of you collectively owned, preparing netflix, hulu, and crunchy roll so that he could easily access every single one of your favorite shows and movies. and so you spent the majority of your day tucked safely against megumi’s chest, forcing down small sips of ginger ale and watching an assortment of tv. 

your phone rang at some point — a facetime call from all of your friends who had gotten together so they could all wish you a collective happy birthday. megumi stuck a singular candle into a cup of blue-raspberry jello and ignited it with a small flame; and then they all sang the most terrible rendition of “happy birthday” that you’d ever heard, yuuji’s voice a little louder and little more out-of-tune than everyone else's.

you mustered enough energy to blow out the flame, everyone cheering while megumi shoveled a scoop of the blue jelly into your mouth. you swallowed it with a smile, praying it stayed down while everyone sent you off with an assortment of “feel better!”, “we love you!”, and “wish you were here!”

your night got pretty quiet after that, you and megumi climbing back under the covers to watch a few more episodes of your new favorite anime. it wasn’t until well into the night that he finally asked you if he could give you the presents he’d gotten for you. reluctantly, you said yes. you hated receiving gifts (it was just one of the many reasons you hated your birthday) but you knew that megumi wasn’t going to take no for answer. 

he was obviously nervous, palms sweaty as he handed you a couple neatly wrapped packages in plain, solid colored paper. they were very megumi, perfect folds with not a single crease, the paper simple yet elegant and adorned with a singular bow on top. 

you hesitantly peeled the paper off the smaller of the two, revealing a tiny box that contained a classic looking silver locket. you felt your heart pinch in your chest as you clicked the locket open and revealed two small pictures of each of the two of you. you weren’t particularly sentimental, but on top of your lack of sleep and not feeling very well, the simple gift caused few tears to well up in your eyes. but he was quick to wipe them away, insisting that you had to open the second gift first, and that birthdays weren’t meant for crying. 

you followed his instructions, ripping open the second package and revealing a larger box that contained a series of envelopes. each one was decorated with tiny doodles of you and megumi, his demon dogs, hearts, etc. they were sickeningly cute, and you immediately reached for the first one before megumi reached out and stopped you. 

“they’re not for now; they’re for when i’m gone, you know, on missions and stuff,” he could barely even maintain eye contact, his eyes dipping low as yours filled back up with tears. 

despite your lack of energy and the fever that was starting to return, you showered him in hugs and kisses after that, thanking him over and over for the most perfect gifts, and for making your day as wonderful as it could have been. 

all things aside, you were coming around to the idea that birthday’s don’t have to suck. 

bonus: the first letter: 

to y/n:

i know im not great at telling you what i have to say through words, actually, i’m kind of really bad at it. but i thought writing these might be a nice way to try and get better? i’m not sure. anyway, i guess i’ll start by saying that you mean a lot to me, and i probably miss you a lot right now (even though ill be too afraid to reach out and say it). not sure how long i’ll be gone for at the time but it’s probably a few days at least. gonna work hard so i can hurry back to see you. 

i hope you’re sleeping enough, but i know you’re not. you never do, especially when i’m not there to yell at you. i hope you’re eating enough too. but you’re probably also not doing that. you’re like taking care of a stubborn child, you know that? but this is supposed to be a love letter so i’ll try to refrain from scolding you too much. but do try to take care of yourself. ill see you soon. 

megumi

[eunjidrabbles]

Stay

(I have been in a very Handong mood lately. I blame my twitter moots.)

Warnings: None

Word count: About 1.7k words

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Handong has her very defined style and tastes when it came to practically everything. The only exception she has given would be to your “acceptable” hoodies that she has stolen from your wardrobe that stood out very clearly from her own set of wardrobe she has kept over at your place that you have refused to touch. The tastes directly translates over to the way she held herself in public, and also over to the shows that she would like to watch whenever it was movie night. You’d usually just go along with her choices and sometimes you’d end up enjoying whatever your girlfriend would put on. In exchange, Handong would let you set the place up and pick up snacks for the both of you.

At the start of the relationship, it was rocky to get Handong to understand that although you were from two different worlds, you didn’t want your talented and rich girlfriend to just throw money into your life so you didn’t need to struggle your way up in life. You had stood firm that you wanted to live based off of your own efforts, and had threatened to leave if she wouldn’t understand it. It took a promise from you to her that if you really were to need help that you wouldn’t hesitate to seek her out first to work things out. You understood that she grew up and lived her life in luxury, but also understood her concern and care she directed towards you, although not so in the way you wanted to. It took a while for her to not be using her wealth and connections to make life easier for you, but she slowly grew to understand that what you needed was her to be by your side and her encouragement for you to walk on.

It had become a custom for you to have stay in movie nights with your girlfriend twice a month at least in exchange for the occasional dinner date where Handong would happily dress you up and swoop you to her favorite restaurants with names you probably can’t even pronounce properly or even heard of due to prices that would send you into a panic. You would have decisions over the movie dates other than the movie itself, and your girlfriend would have the decisions over your dinner dates. Cuddling up happily in a blanket cocoon, you weren’t exactly focused on what was on the screen, but rather letting yourself be amused by Handong’s reaction to the show. You had always told her that she could easily become anything she wanted to, including an actor or even a singer, but she had always insisted that inheriting her family’s business meant a lot to her. Of course the perks of having the family wealth running directly into her account was a plus, but from what she had told you one date night out on a rooftop dinner with a magnificent view of the rest of the city, it was way more than that. You could remember how much more you fell in love with her as she talked through the night and bared everything on her mind out to you. Handong might have been lucky and born into a rich family, but she had worked hard to proof herself to them. 

Your thoughts were cut short when the smile on Handong’s face dropped and there was just this sudden darkness that loomed across the both of you. Blinking blankly, your girlfriend looked down at you with a confused look before back up at the screen, and back down at you once again. “Is there a power trip?” Finally tearing your eyes away from your girlfriend, you took the time to observe around you.

Silently staring at the black screen, you suddenly could hear chatters coming around around the block which confused you. Lifting your head off of your girlfriend's shoulders, she sent you a pointed look at the confusion in your eyes. Scrambling up off the blanket and opening the warm cocoon, you quickly pressed a kiss to Handong's cheeks before explaining as you fast walked over to your fridge. "I don't hear the humming noise." Opening it up, you sighed when no light greeted you and pulled your phone out of your pocket to hope for the best. Shifting aside some bottled drinks, you placed your hand near the vent to feel no cool air emitting from it and groaned as you slammed shut the fridge door with a little more force than needed. A pair of curious eyes watched you the entire time as you made your way to your front door and opened it to take a peek out. What surprised you was that several other familiar faces also had their heads poking out their barely opened front doors as they confirmed their suspicions. When they noticed you, they gave a chuckle collectively. "You too?" Not waiting for you to give a reply, they shrugged and nudged towards the upper floors. "Seems like the whole building got hit. Hope you've got some candles at the ready. I have some extra if you need." Shaking your head and muttering a thanks, you closed the door and let out a long sigh. You knew that the apartment complex you lived in wasn't exactly the newest but to have the entire building be affected? That was something new. Looking behind you, you could easily spot your girlfriend sitting in the same spot with the rest of the blankets wrapped around her as the light from her phone illuminating her face. Taking a moment to admire her relaxed state, her eyes flicked over to you once she felt that you were staring and she gave you a small smile.

Dragging your steps over to the kitchen yet again, you use your phone’s light to search for the candles, getting more and more upset when your eyes drifted over to your fridge now that there is no more power running through the place. On a particularly loud slam of a cabinet, you could hear footsteps pad their way over to you before you got swallowed into a back hug by a blanket covered Handong. “I just got my groceries barely two days ago...” You whined to your girlfriend as she gently rocked you in her arms and gave you soft pats wherever she could reach with her blanket covered paw like hands. Slowly relaxing in her arms, you sighed once again and resumed your search for candles that you were gifted for some occasions that you don’t remember. When you finally found it, you waddled the both of you back to the living room after grabbing a box of matchsticks along with you. Settling Handong down onto the couch before placing the cup of candle on the coffee table, after struggling to separate yourself from her arms wrapped tightly around you, you light the candle and slowly retreated yourself to join your pouting girlfriend reaching her hands out making grabby actions at you under the blankets, letting the cheap lavender scent waft around the space and lowly illuminating the room in a soft glow.

In the dim lighting, you silently admired the way that Handong’s beauty seemed to shine through even more, as she traced patterns onto your back and stare back at you lazily. Guilt slowly washed over you when you realized that your date was technically ruined, and you tore your eyes away from hers to stare at the flickering flame. You suppose that being together with someone long enough eventually grants you the ability to read minds, or that if you are Handong, you automatically have the ability and much more as her arms tighten their hold around you. “Don’t. It’s not your fault.” Huffing as she shifted you further up on her so you could fit your head nicely into the crook of her neck.

"I prefer cuddling you than watching a movie anyways." Relaxing slightly more at those words, you snuggled into the warmth of your girlfriend as she continued to rub soothingly down your back.

Time probably flew by as the two of you stayed in one another’s arms, but you were too cozy to move. The rational part of your head and Handong’s eventual whining when you started to shift about knew you should probably move into the bedroom before the both of you accidentally fall asleep and wake up with aches everywhere, leading to Handong probably pushing to buy you a new bed couch she has been eyeing for your living room so reluctantly with a sigh, you separated yourself from your pouting girlfriend. Bending to blow out the candle, you jolt back upright in shock when you felt a smack on your bottom and turned to look accusingly at her while she looked away and pretended to look elsewhere. Growling lowly, you thrusted your hands under Handong’s back and under her knees and with a grunt, you lifted her up into your arms as she screeched slightly at your antics.

Dumping your girlfriend on the bed, she playfully scowled at you before you flopped yourself onto her still cocooned self and she let out a groan to complain about how heavy you were before wiggling her arms out and pulling you to her side and giving you a soft kiss. Although the both of you were tired, you were still willing to play wrestle for a short bit before allowing for Handong to cuddle you from behind. Sleep was very quickly overtaking your senses but just as you were about to completely doze off, you heard Handong say something. Pushing aside the drowsiness, you turned your head slowly to look at her.

“What did you say?”

"Move in with me."

Blinking away the sleep, you turned to face your girlfriend and took a few more moment to process what she had just said. "What?"

"I have been thinking for a while now. I want you to move in to live with me."

[pedropascallovebot]

had to repost this because my internet is awful but huzzah i have returned from a writing hiatus i have been doing nothing but reading sambucky fics and i decided to curse the world with a bucky x reader even though no one asked me to. you may now put me in exile.

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Bucky likes the smell of the candles you burn in your apartment, even though he swears to you that you have to stop forgetting to blow them out before you go to sleep. He knows that your record player in the corner collects a bunch of dust. He remembers laughing when you had defended yourself when he joked about your devastatingly low vinyl count- "I swear, I do use it! But look me in the eye and tell me Spotify isn't more convenient." He likes the various little crystals and stones you have scattered on your windowsill, even if he doesn't know anything about that stuff. Bucky really likes your bookcase, though. You told him upon his first visit to your place that you thrifted it for an absolute bargain, and it appears that it's been put to good use, given there's not a single place on the shelf for another book to fit without stacking some on top of one another. Most of all, he likes that you’re there. He’s only known you for a short period of time, and he gets that nothing is really official yet… but he likes you. He can’t say it out loud to himself yet, but his therapist definitely knows your name.

All throughout his horrible, miserable, no good bad day, Bucky is thinking about how warm and safe your apartment feels, and consequentially, he's thinking about you. He knows he's got it bad, but there's little to be done about it when his brain starts screaming profanities at him whenever he dares dwell on the thought of your face for too long. He misses you, though. Especially when he's nursing some embarrassment and frustration caused by a group of anarchists pushing him out of a moving truck. He wants so desperately to call and check to see how you're doing, what you're up to, but by the time Sam's got him back home it's nearly one in the morning and he shouldn't wake you. Right? He should lock his door, hang up his jacket, and settle in for a long night of doing nothing but scrolling through the guide of all the weird movies his cable company is playing. He shouldn't be halfway down the stairs of his apartment building to walk across town in the middle of the night to come see you.

But it's inevitable that he ends up at your front door. That annoying yelling in his brain is back, telling him that he should just go home before he knocks and wakes you up, but his hand is already rapping on the wood and he can hear scrambling from the other side of the door. It was only then he realized it might of been a good idea to call ahead, because God, what kind of person is answering the door this late, and who's to say you don't already have someone there already, and fuck, fuck, fuck, it's not too late to just hide behind the big artificial tree that the apartment complex put up for decoration-

You open up right before he can entertain that thought. You look like an absolute angel, he thinks. You’re in some t-shirt that’s way too big for you, and your eyes smile when you see him. But from what he can tell, you're tired. Maybe he did wake you up, and he feels that familiar pinch of guilt in his chest.

"I was, uhm.. in the neighborhood," he starts, his hands very focused on the loose thread of his jacket sleeve. "figured I'd stop by and see how you were."

And there goes your eyes again, kind and soft and welcoming, something that Bucky isn't really used to feeling yet. He's being ushered in, and suddenly realizes the television is still on. The guilt subsides knowing he didn’t wake you.

"You should absolutely be sleeping right now, but I'll let it slide because I miss you," you smile, and Bucky knows he's a goner when you press a kiss to his cheek before shutting the door behind him.

“So should you.” Then, a quiet “I miss you too.”

"Want some tea? Or some coffee? I've got the kettle going with some hot water and I was planning on making some sleepytime tea, but I think I've got a few packets of that instant espresso crap buried if you don't wanna wait for the coffee pot to brew..."

You trail off into a comfortable silence for a minute as he watches as you grab a box of the celestial seasonings that you always kept in stock, the one with the bear sitting by the fireplace. Feeling inclined to help, Bucky attempts to step foot in the kitchen and grab a couple of mugs before immediately being banished to the living room, where he then listened to your rant about how he looked like he just got run over by a moving vehicle, and how he should sit down. Well, you were kinda right. You go to drop a couple of teabags into hot water, but not before you warn him to get on the couch before he falls asleep standing up.

He doesn't follow directions very well, because his feet lead him over to your bookshelf, where you've got some sort of scented wax over a tea light. Eyes trailing over the numerous books you have, he recognized a few. A Farewell to Arms, Main Street, and the two copies you had of The Great Gatsby. He knows you have a love-hate relationship with Harry Potter, but all seven of the books sat at eye level, a bit faded from countless rereads as soon as the weather got colder and you needed something cozy and familiar.

His gaze is caught on one book in particular; one that he thought about earlier today, before a teenager punched the living daylights out of him and before Walker and his unbearably chirpy sidekick made his day go from bad to worse. The Hobbit sat tucked away to the left of The Lord of the Rings, and Bucky reached out and gently pulled it from the row. It wasn't the same cover as the one he had at his apartment- yours had drawn trees and mountains, with runes lining the edges of the illustration. His own copy had what he assumed was a still from the movie adaptation, something he never bothered to watch. He still felt compelled to buy the book when he saw it sitting on the shelf at a store.

"I already called dibs on the Star Wars mug," you joked, heading out into the living room carrying two mugs of tea. "You're gonna have to drink from the-"

"Can you read to me?"

He does feel bad for interrupting you, but to be fair, the words slipped out before he could even stop them. He feels his nerves swell up a bit before you answer him, and the book in his hands feels heavier than it should.

You set the tea down on the small table at the end of the couch before switching on the lamp, offering the room some light which was previously only provided by a few candles, the kitchen, and the glow from the television. You switch that off, too, and the nerves that Bucky was sure were radiating off him melt away.

“Only if you stop standing ten feet away and come cuddle me while I do.”

When you spoke, it took Bucky all of two seconds to make his way to the couch, grabbing the blanket he knows you love and draping it over the both of you as you trade him his tea for the book.

“Teasing me about wanting to read The Hobbit is off the table, doll.” Bucky drapes an arm over your shoulder, making himself comfortable. “A friendly reminder it sits on your bookshelf.”

He hears you giggle and he’s in absolute awe of how much he wants to kiss you. Sure, you both have done plenty of that over the course of time he’s known you, but there’s something about you sitting in his arms with a book he knows so well open in front of you. Home.

“I’ll admit, it’s been a while since I’ve read this, my knowledge of Middle Earth is a bit spotty.”

“I’m willing to bet it’s been even longer for me,” he jokes, but there’s still a sting when he says it. Bucky pushes it aside.

“Alright, old coot. Let’s start from the beginning.”

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“The dark filled all the room, and the fire died down, and the shadows were lost, and they still played on.”

It takes Bucky all of five minutes and a few sips of tea to get him tired before he’s placing his cup down and resting his head on your shoulder, and you’re almost down for the count, ready to retire to your bed. But you only have about ten pages until the end of the chapter and Bucky is way too good of a pillow to even think about moving. The dwarves start to sing their song, and if you’re remembering correctly, this is when things really start to get good. You debate if you want to continue, but then you look down and see Bucky absolutely zonked, and your mind is made up. You yawn and set the book on the table before reaching over and shutting off the lamp, attempting not to wake up the sleeping figure next to you.

[mooshys]

hq + hogwarts house sorting

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CONGRATULATIONS on your acceptance to HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY on JANUARY 16th, 2021. 

Below are the houses with which some of our finest students have been sorted into along with key characteristics pertaining to them. Each house is equal, but the one you are sorted into will hold a dear place in your heart as your housemates will be like your family. Feel free to get acquainted with the customs of each house in the days before the first term. 

I wish you all the best with your sorting ceremony,

AURORA

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GRYFFINDOR ➝ daichi, ushijima, iwaizumi, aran, yaku, tanaka, nishinoya, hoshiumi, hinata, goshiki

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ freckles on your nose from sun exposure, the horizon seen from the top of a mountain, freshly squeezed orange juice, beat up sneakers from years of wear, wildflower bouquets, rubies on a crown, old movie tickets kept in your pocket, lightning storms in the summer, dirt paths leading you to a forest, apple pie baked in the morning, bandages wrapped around your fingers, cherry lip balm, fraying denim, popping of champagne bottles, t-shirts tossed to the side to dive headfirst into a lake, names carved on the trunk of a tree, mismatched earrings, stained glass windows with sunlight filtering through them

LOVE FOR A GRYFFINDOR ➝ forehead kisses, engulfing you in back hugs and rocking you from side to side while humming, singing along to your favorite song, a polaroid picture of you in their wallet, introducing you to their family with pride in their eyes, holding your hand tighter when navigating through a crowd, getting you a locket with a photo of you two as a birthday gift, saying “I love you” as soon as they realize

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones willing to take the jump without knowing if the water is too cold or too shallow, the ones who stand by your side and fight for what is right, the ones who are not afraid of what others think, the ones who run to the ends of the earth for you, the ones who are fearless

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ bringing in plates of food from the great hall and creating different concoctions in the middle of the night, making giant pillow forts and chatting there until the early morning, sneaking out to the quidditch pitch to watch the sunrise

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SLYTHERIN ➝ oikawa, tendou, semi, daishou, sugawara, atsumu, osamu, sakusa, futakuchi, shirabu

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ silver jewelry that never tarnishes, fur coats to keep you warm in the winter, the perfect red lipstick, dark chocolate covered strawberries, renaissance paintings, vines of ivy scaling castle walls, drips of wax from a candle stick, the sounds of an orchestra reverberating through an opera house, black turtlenecks, gold fountain pens, espresso from rome, leather gloves, crescent moons, head busts of roman emperors, wire rimmed glasses, silk, blackberries picked from your home garden to make jam, berets, flute glasses being held for a toast, gold cufflinks with a family emblem, pristine robes

LOVE FOR A SLYTHERIN ➝ banter going back and forth as flirtatious plights, making fun of cheesy movies together, gifts of jewelry for anniversaries, kisses on your neck, your perfume being their favorite scent, retreats to a winter cottage for vacation together, shielding you from the rain with their coat during an unexpected storm, whispering “I love you” in your ear in the middle of a crowd to see what kind of reaction you’d give them

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones who walk in a room and command its attention, the ones who seize the day with an iron grip, the ones who know their talents and polish them until they shine brightest, the ones who walk with their heads held up highest, the ones who are exceptional

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ poker nights with sweets from honeydukes used as chips, wizard chess bets leaving some of the younger students broke after multiple heated game, putting toads underneath blankets as a prank and the perpetrators waking up with a jelly-leg curse

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HUFFLEPUFF ➝ asahi, bokuto, hanamaki, matsukawa, komori, yamaguchi, yachi, lev, koganegawa

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ picnic spreads in front of a sparkling lake, sunlight illuminating your irises, washi tape, amber gemstones held up to the sky, the last string of honey stuck on a spoon, letters from friends and past lovers stored in an old cookie tin, green pastures with cows grazing the land, roasted chestnuts, rows of tulips, lace sewn on your sleeves, wooden figurines, lazing underneath a willow tree, paint brushes, walnut brownies baked after dinner, sheen on the highest points of your face, seashells kept from the beach, fluffy clouds shaped like animals, cookies wrapped with parchment paper and tied with twine

LOVE FOR A HUFFLEPUFF ➝ groggily mumbling “five more minutes” in the morning before getting out of bed because they love the way your body is pressed against theirs, always making two cups of coffee in the morning, putting a blanket over your body when you’re sleeping on the couch, getting your favorite ice cream pint at the supermarket even though you didn’t write it on the grocery list, being the first one to text you on your birthday, showing “I love you” through remembering all the things that make you special

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones who always stop and lend a hand, the ones who give up what is theirs if it benefits others, the ones who never forget your name, the ones who make the biggest sacrifice, the ones who are altruistic

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ sitting near the fireplace and roasting s’mores together, dance parties and clanking of butterbeer glasses to celebrate the end of exams, playing a game of pictionary instead of doing homework

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RAVENCLAW ➝ kuroo, kita, kiyoko, kenma, hirugami, akaashi, suna, ennoshita, terushima, kunimi, tsukishima, kageyama

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ passing notes stained with coffee in secrecy, sugar cubes dissolving in a cup of tea, constellations telling stories from generations past, violets, blankets of soft snow seen outside your window, chunky boots, running your fingers across a velvet blanket, sleeping with a book covering your eyes from the sun, stardust, notes written next to your favorite scene in a play, gold trimmed letters, ink smeared on fingers, the tail of a cat swinging back and forth, telescopes, mascara smudged at the corners of your eyes, a scarf knitted by a close friend

LOVE FOR A RAVENCLAW ➝ two a.m. facetime calls talking about anything and everything until it’s silent on both ends and neither of you mind because time spent together is never a minute wasted, chaste kisses when passing through rows of shelves in the library, sharing your favorite songs with each other, reading a book because you offhandedly mentioned it once, falling down the rabbit hole and never wanting to escape, writing “I love you” at the corner of your notebook and waiting until you notice

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones who pause and always pick the right words, the ones who devise plans like no other, the ones who try to understand everything the universe has to offer, the ones who will go above and beyond to change the system, the ones who are erudite

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ students gathered together with bowls of popcorn to watch a meteor shower, jeopardy games regarding historical magical figures being played with the stakes of winner getting their homework done by everyone else for a week, all nighters dedicated to deciphering ancient text

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