Shoutout to disabled witches who can’t go for walks in nature because it’s inaccessible.

Shoutout to disabled witches who can’t ingest the food they make as offerings.

Shoutout to disabled witches who can’t garden and buy their herbs

Shoutout to disabled witches who can’t speak spells.

Shoutout to disabled witches who are on bedrest and can’t practice.

Shoutout to disabled witches who can’t make their own tools.

Shoutout to the witches in wheelchairs, with crutches, with walkers, canes, feeding tubes, central lines, ports, nonverbal, in the hospital, in bed, blind witches, Deaf witches, HoH witches,
Shoutout to disabled witches.

No matter how you practice, you are valid, you are still a witch.

I Got You On My Mind [Part 4]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: After your memory loss, adjusting back to normal life has been difficult. Luckily, Jungkook is always there for you. Still, something seems off about him, and you just can’t understand why.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

“Oh yeah, I’m being discharged tomorrow,” you told Jungkook, who was pushing your wheelchair through the hospital. He insisted that you needed a change of scenery. “My parents are going to pick me up and drive me back to my apartment.”

“I-I guess it’s too early for the ‘meet the parents’ thing, right?” Jungkook stammered, uncharacteristically nervous. “Unless you want me to. Like, I don’t mind if–”

“Chill, Jungkook,” you laughed, cutting his off his rambling. “I think they’re more worried about my brain damage than any soulmate business.”

“The doctors said you’ll recover your memories though, right?” Jungkook asked, worry lining his words. “Your memory loss won’t be permanent or recurring?”

“They said my memories will come back slowly,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. “But most of the time, the memories will have to be triggered by something. They also told me I might have short-term memory issues for the next little while.”

“That seriously sucks,” Jungkook said. “If you need any help with anything, just let me know. I don’t really know how I’d be useful, but don’t hesitate.”

“We’re not in the same department,” you snorted, turning to peer up at your soulmate who was both familiar and foreign in this instant. “This is gonna make school so difficult. I’ve forgotten nearly three months worth of content!”

“Maybe take the semester off?” Jungkook suggested. “Amnesia is a pretty valid reason. Have you talked at all to the university?”

“No,” you groaned, sinking into the wheelchair. “I don’t want to think about responsibilities right now. Just marvelling in the fact I’m still alive and kicking.”

A silence fell between you and Jungkook as he pushed you through a more crowded area of the hospital. You noticed a few younger visitors visibly gape at Jungkook, then glare at you jealously as you rolled by.

You agreed with them–how was Jungkook so damn good-looking? You hit the soulmate jackpot, for sure. Still, even if he looked different, you didn’t doubt that you would like him just the same.

“You know, it’s pretty crazy,” you blurted out unthinkingly. “I’ve been talking to you my entire life, and I always thought meeting you would feel like meeting an old friend. But honestly, you’re a total mystery to me right now. Maybe it’s because of the memory loss, or maybe other people feel this way, too.”

“No, I know what you mean,” Jungkook responded quietly, trying to figure out how to express his thoughts properly. “It’s just…we have an idea of who our soulmate is in our heads. When they’re not exactly that person, it’s kind of confusing.”

“And I’m sure there’s a lot of stuff we still don’t know about each other,” you agreed. “Honestly, I tried to make myself seem a lot better than I am.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jungkook laughed, though it sounded a bit off. You brushed it off as embarrassment. “Didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You turned your head and looked up into Jungkook’s eyes. “You couldn’t have disappointed me Jungkook, really. I’m just happy to finally meet you,” you replied, giving him a small smile. “And it’s kinda paradoxical, isn’t it? Disliking your own soulmate. Weren’t we, like, made to like each other?”

“I guess,” Jungkook said, staring ahead unwaveringly. He pushed you down another hallway, which led to the cafeteria. You only knew because of the wafting smell of hearty food was growing stronger by the second. “But nothing’s ever that simple.”

“Don’t I know it,” you sighed, laughing a little in spite of yourself. You turned the corner into the bustling cafeteria, the noise of the crowds deafening compared to the near-silent, depressing halls of the hospital.

“Want to grab something to eat?” Jungkook asked, the heaviness of your conversation vanishing before you could even blink. “I was going to grab something for myself, too.”

“Sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you agreed. Out of habit, you reached down to pat your pockets for your wallet. “Oh shit, I don’t have any money on me. Don’t worry about it, then.”

“It’s cool, it’ll be my treat,” Jungkook said. When you turned to look at him, he was giving you a lopsided smile.

“Then, is this our first date?” you asked cheekily, delighting in the way Jungkook’s cheek burned. You never expected that a guy like Jungkook, with this terrible fuckboy persona, would be so easily flustered.

“If you want it to be, sure,” Jungkook answered, coughing into his hand awkwardly. You just laughed, and Jungkook pushed you forward wordlessly.

Life at home after getting discharged made staying in the hospital seem like an amusement park. After being sentenced to bedrest by your parents–and having Jieun enforce it with an iron fist–you spent your days bored out of your mind.

In only one week, you had binge-watched three shows, reread all of your course notes (and they didn’t help you remember anything), and read more manga that you had ever read before in your entire life.

You were positively itching to get outside and do something, but what bothered you the most was that you hadn’t talked to Jungkook since your “first date.” When you had gotten home, you jumped to charge your dead phone, which miraculously hadn’t been destroyed in the accident. But when the device finally charged, you soon realized that you had no way of contacting Jungkook.

For some reason, his phone number wasn’t saved in your contacts. Even though Jungkook had said you had met before, apparently you hadn’t exchanged numbers. That seemed very strange to you.

When you asked Jieun about it, she just shrugged the question off. She said your situation was a bit complicated, but that she’d have to leave it up to you and Jungkook. But Jieun did say that she would mention it to him when she saw him at school next.

Sighing, you reached for your phone beside you. It was still early in the morning. Time had lost all meaning to you, since you spent every moment of the day trapped in your apartment. A bit bitterly, you watched your friends’ Snapchat stories and longed to return to normal daily life.

Suddenly, your phone began buzzing. You dropped it in surprise, and it landed on your nose. The impact stung, and you cursed, reaching clumsily for the phone. You saw an unflattering picture of Jieun illuminate the screen. Eventually, you were able to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, rubbing your hand against your sore nose.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking stupid!” Jieun practically screamed. Wincing, you held your phone away from your ear. “I know you shouldn’t be moving around, but I need you to come to the university right now. I’m working on a group project that’s due in two hours and a bunch of our files got corrupted. I have some stuff backed up on my laptop, which I left at home like an idiot!”

“Don’t worry, I can bring it to you,” you reassured quickly. “I won’t fall into traffic on the way there. It’s like a ten minute walk, so don’t worry.”

“Just don’t strain yourself, okay?” Jieun ordered, the panic still evident in her voice. “Don’t go to quickly and look both ways!”

“Hey, only I can make fun of myself,” you quipped, pulling yourself out from underneath the covers. “I’ll be over soon, I just need to get dressed.”

“Okay, see you soon. Thank you so much, Y/N,” Jieun said, and the both of you said your goodbyes before you disconnected the call.

You glanced down at your pyjama bottoms and at the thick cast over your right leg. Changing pants would be a battle for another day. Unsteadily, you stood up and balanced your weight on your unbroken leg. You reached for the crutches leaning against the wall beside you and tucked them underneath your arms.

As quickly as you could (which was not very quick), you had thrown on a clean shirt and a jacket. Your hair was a mess, so you shoved on a beanie to disguise the tangled frizz. With Jieun’s securely laptop in your backpack, you began the trek to school. Suddenly, the journey seemed incredibly long.

When you finally arrived on campus, you were panting lightly and sweating. You made your way into the music building, relatively unfamiliar with its layout. You detached yourself from one of your crutches and reached into your pocket for your phone. Quickly you sent Jieun a text letting you know you were here.

There were a few benches in the foyer, so once you hobbled over to them, you set your bag down lightly and placed your crutches against the benches. Flopping down, you discreetly tried to massage your sore armpits.

But you were glad to finally be out of the apartment. The fresh air made you feel infinitely better.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called. Your head whipped around in the direction of the voice. Jungkook a few meters away from you, looking as dark and intimidating as ever. His wide-eyed expression kind of ruined the image though. “What are you doing here?”

“Jieun forgot her laptop at home,” you replied, pointing to the backpack at your feet, as Jungkook made his way toward you.

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” he questioned, stopping when he was standing in front of you. You craned your neck to at him properly. “Is it okay for you to be walking around so soon?”

“Please, don’t get started on that,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “My parents and Jieun are unbearable. I’ve been lying in bed doing nothing all week.”

“You know, that honestly sounds like heaven,” Jungkook joked. “I’m so swamped right now. I haven’t slept in days.”

You inspected Jungkook more closely. His eyes were ringed by purplish dark circles, but they were hardly noticeable. How unfair–he always looked good.

“Hey, why haven’t you talked to me all week?” you asked suddenly, narrowing your eyes at Jungkook suspiciously.

“I was meaning to call or text or something, but I don’t have your number,” Jungkook answered sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. “Didn’t know how to ask for it, since you haven’t been around campus lately.”

“Why’s that, though?” you continued, glancing down at your feet. “I mean–you said we met before. Why didn’t we keep in contact?”

“W-well, we did meet, but it wasn’t a proper conversation,” Jungkook explained stutteringly. “It wasn’t under the most normal circumstances, but–”

“Y/N!” Jieun’s loud voice suddenly interrupted. She burst into the foyer, looking absolutely frazzled. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and you were pretty sure there were coffee stains on her shirt. “Thank god!”

Your friend ran over to you and practically dove for your backpack. She grabbed her laptop and hugged it tightly against her chest.

“Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I made you come all the way here,” Jieun cried, sounding frantic still. “Are you okay? Sore anywhere? Go home right away, okay? You need to rest. And please don’t tell your parents!”

“Oh my god, I’m fine Jieun,” you whined. “I think I can handle walking for, like, two minutes.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen!” Jieun insisted, stomping her foot childishly. “We’re speeding up the recovery process by being extra careful!”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Go work on your project and try not to fail.”

“I will,” Jieun replied. “I’ll bring dinner on my way home.” She turned, only spotting Jungkook for the first time. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned slightly. “Jungkook.”

“Jieun,” he replied, just as shortly.

You looked between the two of them, wondering why there was so much tension. It looked like they were having a silent conversation, and you hated not knowing what was going on. You had the suspicion they were hiding something from you–but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what, exactly.

Eventually, Jieun just nodded and strode away, leaving Jungkook with a tight expression. Visibly, you could see Jungkook try to shake away the tension, his jaw unclenching. When he turned back to you, his features were schooled.

“Give me your phone,” Jungkook said, reaching out his hand and smiling softly. “I’ll add my number.”

- Girl in Luv

Okay, so this one was a bit filler-y. Originally I had planned to make this one angsty too, but I figured you guys could use the respite. Also, it would have been like 4k words and it’s like 2:30AM and this girl needs to sleep. Anyway, stay tuned!! Thanks as always for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed. Your replies and reblogs/tags are so cute I read them all 💛💛💛💛

Request: Idk if you’re doing requests but I absolutely loved your recent Ivar imagine, and was wondering if you do one for Ivar and His pregnant wife.. any type of plot, It would be awesome! :) 

Note: This is probably the biggest pile of fluff I have ever produced. Well, sometimes a bit of fluff doesn’t hurt, does it?

This is also for @ivarthebonelessx to entertain her while she is on bedrest. Get well soon, hun!


As you entered the great hall you heard the clatter of wood on wood. A warm smile appeared on your face at the sight that met you. Ivar was sitting on the floor in front of his throne, playing with your son.  And for these two playing of course meant sword fighting. They were armed with wooden swords and Ivar grinned at his son’s concentrated face and his serious attempts to wield the weapon that was almost as long as he was tall.

“Good. Keep going, Sigtrygg.” Ivar encouraged him. “Legs a little more apart. It gives you a better stand. You will need it when you use a real sword and behead your first enemy.”

You shock your head but chuckled. “He is three years old, Ivar. Don’t you think it’s a little early to behead enemies?”

“It is never too early to learn important things and he picks up on that stuff real quick. One day he’ll become the greatest warrior the world has ever seen.” He replied, eyes full of pride.

“Of course he will, he is your son after all.”

You took the time to watch them a little bit longer, enjoying one of these rare moments of pure happiness with your family. Soon enough you and Ivar would have to go back to reigning a kingdom, fighting battles and keeping your people save. But for tonight it was just the three of you, everyone else had left the great hall.

Well, the four of us, you thought, placing a hand on your round belly.

You sighed. It had been a long day and your back was hurting, but now you felt your body relax, all the tension of a stressful day leaving you while you watched your husband and your son. Ivar seemed to be enjoying the time as well. The perpetual tautness had left his face and he looked calm and relaxed. You were probably the only one who had ever seen him like this, his guard completely let down while he played with his son. In moments like this you almost couldn’t believe that he was Ivar the Boneless, the most ruthless of all Viking leaders, feared by everyone around the known world.

“That is enough for today.” Ivar exclaimed. “It is time for you to go to bed, little man.”

Ivar crawled over to the table to take a sip from his ale.

“Father, why can’t you walk like all the other men?” Sigtrygg asked, curiously eying his father.

You saw a shadow cross Ivar’s face, his jaw clenched. You desperately thought of something to say but Ivar was faster to react.

He reached out his hand for his son. “Come here.” Sigtrygg went over to him and Ivar pulled him into his lap. “The gods wanted to test me. They wanted to see if I could still achieve great things and prove myself worthy.”

“You are our king. For sure the gods favour you.”

“It appears that they do.” Ivar said and scuffled his son’s hair. “Now of to bed with you.”

You quietly let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You had feared this moment. You had feared that thinking his son didn’t see him as perfect would open a wound that you knew had never fully healed. But now you saw that the love for his son was stronger than any feeling of shame or hurt could ever be. You gave your husband a loving smile.

“He is way too smart for his age.” Ivar said, shaking his head.

You smiled. “I will go and tell him goodnight.”

You found your son already in bed and pulled the furs up to his chin.

“Mother, when can I go on raids with you and father?”

You chuckled. He really was his father’s son, never wasting any time. “When you can beat your father in a fight you can come with us.”

He scowled. “That is not fair. How can I ever beat father? No one can do that.”

You smiled. “Then you better keep on training. Now sleep. You can become a mighty warrior tomorrow.”

You gave your son a kiss and blew out the candles.

You found Ivar sitting on your bed, back resting against the wall.

“He worships you like a god, you know?” You said, sitting down on the bed and taking off your boots.

“What is a god without his goddess?” Ivar said jokingly and pulled you to him.

You rested your head against his shoulder and he placed his hand on your belly, slowly rubbing circles.

“How long does it still take?”

“I’m not sure. Six or eight weeks, maybe more.”

“I hope it is a girl this time.”

You looked at him in surprise. “I thought men always want sons.”

“We do. But I already have a son and I’m sure we’ll have more sons in the future. And I can’t help imagine how it would be to have a daughter.” He pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “She’d be strong and beautiful, just like her mother.”

“Well, we’ll have to wait and see.”

“It will be a girl, I tell you.” He said, yawning.

“If you say so.” You snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes.

“I can’t wait to meet my daughter.” He mumbled, already half asleep.

Catch You

Thrice- Come All You Weary

Newt can’t help but worry when you experience a near death fall…

“I’m tellin’ you Y/N,” Gally scoffed. “You’re not gonna be able to make it up to the top of those vines.”

“How much do you wanna bet shuck face?” I glared. Gally was oil and I was water. No way in bloody hell were we gonna be friends.

“If you make it to the top, I have to build you a new bed.”

Ooh’s and ah’s spread like wildfire through the crowd surrounding us, Minho grinning in particular. He was the only one who actually enjoyed when Gally and I bickered, thanking us for giving him a free show.

“But if you lose,” Gally smirked. “We have to play 7 minutes in heaven together.”

“You’re on,” I huffed confidently. Knowing Gally, he’d probably be able to take advantage of me within 3 minutes.  

As I was about to follow him to the vines, Newt grabbed me by my arm and gave me a warning look.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked almost demandingly.

“Making Gally swallow his words?” I chuckled nervously, confused at why he was acting so weird. “I’m not gonna fall Newt. I’m okay.”

“Please don’t. I- I don’t want to see anyone get hurt.” Giving him a warm smile, I patted him on the back and walked to where the boys were.

When we took our starting positions in front of the wall, I noticed out of the corner of my that Thomas and Minho were holding Newt back by his arms, as he had a pained look on his face.

“Ready,” Frypan counted down. “Set. Go!”

Some of the boys were cheering for Gally while others were encouraging me to ignore them. Whatever right?

Just as I was about to reach the top, Gally decided to tear a vine that was coincidentally connected to the one I was climbing. The last thing I remember was a shooting pain in my ankle before I went out like a Christmas light.  

“Y/N!” Someone shouted. “Get her down from there!”

“Get Clint!” another yelled.

“Is she going to be okay?”

“She’ll be fine Newt. Just a broken ankle- all it is really.”

“You promise?”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“When is she going to-”

“If you don’t calm down, I’m going to have to put you in bedrest for a week.”

Sighing in defeat, he sat down next to me, entwining his fingers through mine.

“Ugh…” I groaned. “What happened?”

“Gally pulled a vine and you dropped. Wouldn’t have made it if you hadn’t caught your ankle on one of ‘em.” Newt grimaced, remembering Y/N’ s distinct scream.

“Newt, are you okay?” I asked wearily, recognizing the angst in his voice.

“You think I’m bloody alright after the stunt Gally pulled? You’re moving into my hut starting next week. You’d think that after the trick he pulled a few weeks ago in the changing rooms he’d-”

“Newt!” I snapped. “What’s going on? Why are you so stressed out? I just fractured my ankle. It could’ve happened to anyone.”

Pausing from his pacing, he breathed out and sat next down next to me.

“The reason I didn’t want you to climb up the wall involved an- accident that happened a while back.”

Staring into his deep brown eyes, I widened at the realization of what he was talking about.

“Oh Newt…” I sighed, tears welling into my eyes.

Taking his hands into mine, I let him cry as well.

“Everyone knows why I have this bloody limp,” he muffled through his tears. “I was in a bad place, I didn’t have anyone, I was lonely- then you came along. My  sun. My lullaby. My light. My Y/N.”

Wiping the tears from his eyes, I held his face in my hands as our lips met in a desperate embrace.

“I thought I lost you…” he sobbed.

“Newt,” I said teary eyed while bringing him into a tight hug. “No matter where you are, what mood you’re in, or how far away we are from each other, I will always be with you. Sorry to spoil it, but you’re not getting rid of me. I’ll always be here to catch you if you fall.”

Grinning with that amazing smile, he climbed into the bed with me and began combing through my hair with his comforting hands.

“I love you…” he said while softly kissing the top of my head.

“I love you too Newt…” I smiled, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Cuddles- Steve Rogers

Request: 18 with Stevie

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1455

Requests: OPEN

A/N: Hope you enjoy this anon! And thank you so much for the comments you guys left on my last imagine it makes me so happy to know you guys enjoyed it!

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

You knew it was reckless, and you knew it wasn’t going to end well, but you still did it anyways. And that’s how you ended up on the quinjet with Steve applying as much pressure as he could on your stomach so that you didn’t bleed to death right there and then in front of him.

What started off as an easy file grab mission had turned extremely violent when the HYDRA base had figured out who it was in the building. With only you, Steve and Sam on the mission, it was difficult enough fighting off all the guards you originally had to deal with. But when they started pouring in from every entrance way possible, the three of you started having problems, one of them being that Steve found himself without his shield a lot more often than usual. During the few moments that he was without the shield, one of the last few agents had shot three bullets right at him, and without thinking, you found yourself in front of him with the bullets in your abdomen. He was beyond angry when he saw what you had done, and it was only a matter of seconds before the remaining agents were dead and he had picked you up and brought you to the quinjet Sam was waiting in. You were now on the table, trying to keep your eyes open as Steve pressed against your wounds hard, making you hiss in pain and arch your back.

“(Y/N), stop moving, you’re just making this difficult.” Steve said through gritted teeth.

You were taken back by the tone he had. He was angry, you could understand that, but you were in a lot of pain at the moment, and thought he could put his anger aside for a few minutes before lashing out on you for saving him.

“I can’t exactly control that, Steve, it hurts like hell!” You said back, eyes squeezing shut in pain as you felt everything spinning, your head going light and your insides freezing over.

Without thinking, you closed your eyes and heard Steve’s voice calling you again, loud and clear, but you were just so tired. The thought of sleep compelled you so much that you felt your eyes closing against your will, and found yourself in the darkness.


You weren’t sure how long it had been, but as you sat on the cot in the tower with Cho and Steve, you felt like it had been years. Your wound was stitched up, painkillers taken and bullets placed in the silver tray. No one really said anything while you sat there, only Cho asking that you were okay and giving you instructions for the next few weeks.

“She’s going to be okay. We got all three bullets out and stitched her up. She’s on bedrest for the next 2 weeks though. No missions, no training, no moving from the bed unless you’re getting food or going to the bathroom.” Cho said, making you nod and try to get up before Steve shook his head and easily picked you up before putting you in the wheelchair.

“Steve! I can get mysel-”

“You got yourself shot for no reason. As far as I’m concerned you aren’t responsible enough for anything right now.” He said.

You were ready to say something back, but he started moving, and you were too angry to say anything else. So for the rest of the way to your room, you kept your mouth shut and did as Steve said, until you got to the room. Then you got up, sat in your bed and drifted off to sleep.


Numbness and sadness were some of the only feeling you had processed in the last few weeks. Since the incident, you hadn’t seen Steve for more than a minute, and when you did his words were cold, hard and he wouldn’t look you in the eye. To say you were heartbroken was an understatement, dealing with your injury and state of mind where you couldn’t do anything yourself without being in pain, it made it a hundred times worse when the love of your life wouldn’t look at you. There was nothing you could do really, Steve wouldn’t look at you and even when you tried to speak, he would ignore you and walk away.

Everyone out was on a mission. It left you in the tower by yourself and since you spent most of your time asleep, you barely ever ate. Getting up, you swung your legs over your bed and started slowly walking to the kitchen, ready to grab something to eat before going back to bed. It surprised you though, as you were reaching for your favourite snack, was to see Steve standing by the counter, making a cup of coffee.

Without thinking, you started talking.

“I thought you were on a mission.” You said, and he looked up for a second before looking down again.

“They didn’t need me. Also someone needs to stay and watch you, make sure you don’t do something reckless and get yourself injured again.” His voice was cold and hard, and that made something in you snap.

“Goddamit, Steve! I literally saved you and you’re pushing me as far away as possible! Why the hell are you so angry I helped you!?” You yelled, slamming your hand down on the counter.

“Because I’m worried that I’m going to be carrying your dead body home one day. That I’m going to have to carry your casket knowing I could have prevented what happened and that it’s my fault the love of my life is dead. That I’m going have to reach over to cold blankets on the right every morning and know that I’m not going to see you.” He said, worry and anger pouring out of each and every word he spoke.

“How do you think I’ve felt Steve?” You asked, annoyance and anger filling your tone and making you fume.

“I’ve been in that damn bedroom all week wondering why you haven’t come to see me. Wondering why whenever I saw you, you would make some snappy comment and turn the other way. It hurt. For a week now, I’ve been hurting because I thought you didn’t care anymore and that I was disposable to you. That you finally got what you want.” Tears were threatening to fall over any second now, and you hated showing that kind of weakness, especially to Steve.

He pulled you into him without saying anything, his arms wrapped around your sides and his lips gently pressing against your forehead. You stayed there without moving, enjoying his touch now that he was with you again.

“You are not disposable to me, (Y/N). You never have been and you never will be. I love you.” He said, his voice more soothing than before.

“I love you too, Steve.”

You stood there for a few seconds before Steve’s hand trailed down to your stitches and delicately ran over the bandages covering them. His eyebrows furrowed in disappointment as he looked at you, worry and concern now etched into his features.

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

You shook your head and laid your forehead on his chest again before finding yourself becoming dizzy and drowsy, remembering you had just taken your medication.

“Can we go somewhere and just… I don’t know…” You said, yawning in between.

“If you’re next words were ”cuddle me“ then yes, yes we can.” He said.

You blushed and smiled slightly at the cheesiness of the statement, but walked with him to your bedroom, Steve being extra vigilant to make sure you didn’t get hurt on the way there.

He laid you down on the bed first, making sure the pillows were the way you liked and the duvet was pulled back enough that he could easily join you without disturbing the comfortable position you had found. He gently slid in next to you, moving his left arm under your neck, and pulling you close to him gently. Every touch he gave was delicate and full of care, trying his hardest to make sure you were as comfortable as you could possibly be. Steve had always been gentle, but at the moment, it felt all the more special, seeing as for the first time in a week he was close to you again.

Gently pulling you into him, you rested your head on his chest and braced your hand across his midsection, lacing his calloused fingers with your smooth ones. Smiling against his shirt, you felt his fred hand start to stroke your hair as you felt your eyes flutter closed.

This is how it was meant to be.

reticentseiko  asked:

How about a fluff scenario with Ignis finally deciding to get surgery for his eyes (I'm assuming there is a way in this world) with the persuasion of the guys and while he's recovering, he ends up falling for the nurse that is assigned to his room? Even though he can't see her, he is enamored by her personality and the sound of her voice. By the time his eyes have recovered and he can see, albeit blurry at first, just seeing her for the first time is more than what he could have ever asked for.

The Sound of Your Smile

Ignis x F!OC
Word count: 1853

Some Ignis fluff, coming up! This is sort of an AU, I suppose? Under the cut because it’s kinda long. Also, in this one-shot, Noctis is still alive. Enjoy!

Tagging @iinkpools because Ignis. And reasons.

Ignis was certain of most things. He knew that a perfect cup of Ebony took ten minutes to brew. He knew the sound of his friends’ voices distinctly, and the small quirks that gave them away. He also knew that he would never regain his vision.

Or so he thought.

“It’s possible,” the doctor had said, touching the scarring around his eyes. “It’s going to take a little bit of healing magic, and some very delicate corrective surgery, but there’s a chance that this could work.”

Ignis shifted from where he sat on the doctor’s examination table. “What is the percentage of success, doctor?”

“Why does it matter?” Gladio’s voice came from his left. “You’re already blind, what else could possibly happen?”

Ignis heard a smack, and Prompto’s voice rang in his ears. “Dude! A little insensitive, don’t you think?”

“Let’s hear it, Doc,” he then heard Noctis say. “What are the chances this actually works?”

Ignis could tell that the doctor was shifting slightly. Possibly from discomfort.

“About thirty-five to forty per cent.”

There was a pause. “Seems awfully low,” Prompto said, sounding a little nervous.

Ignis shrugged slightly. “We might as well go ahead with the surgery. Gladio’s right, there is nothing at this point that could possibly get worse. If we go through with the surgery, there’s a slim chance that my vision could return, and that is a chance I am willing to take.”

Noctis patted Ignis on the back. “We’ll be here for you no matter what, buddy.”

The surgery was schedule for a week later. The doctor that had done the consultation had offered to do it free of charge because of all Ignis had done for the Crown, as well as his connection with King Noctis as well. Ignis was grateful, albeit nervous.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing,” the doctor told him as he laid down on the surgery bed, covering Ignis’ mouth with a mask to put him to sleep. “When you wake up, everything will be different.”

When Ignis came to, he had bandages wrapped tightly around his eyes. His head was resting against a set of fluffy pillows, unusually soft for a hospital, he thought to himself, and had his blankets tucked up to his waist. He could hear the steady beeping of his heart monitor beside the bed, and felt the clamp that registered his pulse on his left index finger.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” he heard a voice say. He turned his head slightly in the direction it came from. The voice belonged to a woman, sounding to be in her mid-to-late twenties. It was soft and delicate, the kind of voice that could ease any mind in the room. Ignis gulped.

“Yes, I suppose so,” he replied, mentally kicking himself for sounding so foolish. He cleared his throat, asking the question that was burning in his mind. “How was the surgery?”

“It was successful,” she replied, a smile lilting her voice. “Doctor Masika wanted me to apologize on his behalf for not being present to deliver the news, but he was needed in emergency surgery. I’m going to be your nurse during your recovery. My name is Adeline.”

“Adeline,” Ignis repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. A faint smile crossed his lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Adeline. My name is Ignis.”

“I know,” she joked. “I read your chart.”

Ignis chuckled, and felt himself blush. When was the last time he’d actually blushed? He felt a little silly, being entranced by just a voice. He shook the thought out of his mind.

“How long will I be in recovery for?”

“Two weeks, perhaps?” Adeline replied, flipping through Ignis’ chart. “It says here that you’re to remain on bedrest for the first few days, and then you’re free to roam the hospital with an escort. We just want to make sure your eyes are fully healed before you try opening them, because it was such a delicate surgery.”

“I’m amazed it worked at all,” Ignis confessed. “Admittedly, I was not expecting for the news to be in any way positive.”

“Doctor Masika is an excellent surgeon,” Adeline agreed. “I’m sure he’ll be around later on to speak with you.”

Adeline changed Ignis’ IV and excused herself from the room, gently placing her hand atop his and giving it a light squeeze before saying goodbye. Ignis didn’t have much time to be alone with his thoughts though, because soon his friends were barrelling in and asking him all sorts of questions.

As the days went on, Ignis got used to the routine at the hospital. Doctor Masika came in and explained the recovery process in greater detail, and his friends would drop by and visit. But as time passed, Ignis came to realize that the person he’d look forward to seeing—so to speak—the most was Adeline.

She was shy at first, and kept things very professional. But the more Ignis spoke to her, the more her personality started to show. She would often sit with him during her lunch break and bring him food that she’d cooked at home so that he wouldn’t have to consume whatever bland meals were served at the hospital. She was a good cook, and promised to share her recipes with him once he regained his vision.

He also learned that she had become a nurse because of the ten years of darkness that had taken over when Noctis was absorbed by the Crystal. She said that she wanted to help people, and that there were so many friends and family members that she had lost to daemons that she never wanted someone else’s loved ones to have to endure that same pain.

The first time he made her laugh, he made a silly pun.

“Damn, I’ve gone and broken my pencil,” Adeline huffed as she was filling out more information on his chart. Ignis couldn’t help himself.

“Writing with a broken pencil is pointless.”

After a moment, Adeline burst out laughing, letting out a bit of a snort, and coughed as if she was embarrassed. He thought her laugh was adorable, and made a mental note to make her laugh more so that he could selfishly hear it again. “Wow, Ignis,” she chuckled, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “That was terrible. I needed that.”

Ignis grew to admire her very quickly, and that thought scared him.

Did he only care for her because she was his caretaker? The thought crossed his mind that maybe it was just because she was in close proximity, and that she was kind to him. But he thought about it a little more, and disagreed with the idea. He’d grown to know her over the past few weeks, and she’d shared with him stories that she swore she’d never admitted to anyone before: stories of her past, her deceased parents, her missing friends and her deep-seated fears. He’d told her much of the same, and he realized he hadn’t opened up to anyone like that in…well, his entire life.

Whenever her skin would graze his, he could feel his heart begin to race. He prayed to the Six that the heart monitor didn’t give him away, and he often had to take deep breaths to ensure that his heart rate returned back to normal.

“Only one more day left,” Adeline said, checking his chart on the next to last day of his hospital visit. “Are you excited?”

“I suppose,” Ignis replied, which was half-true. He had a thought on his mind and weighed the consequences of his words before finally answering. “I am excited to see if my vision has truly returned, but…admittedly, I’m afraid that I’m going to miss being around you every day.”

The room was quiet. The soft beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound that pierced the room.


“I understand that I’ve overstepped my bounds,” he said carefully, folding his hands in his lap. “I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

He was expecting to hear the door open and shut, leaving him alone with his foolish thoughts. What he didn’t expect was to feel a hand come to rest on his cheek a pair of soft lips gently pressing against his. The kiss was over almost before it began, too quick for Ignis to reciprocate. But when she pulled away, he still found himself breathless.

“I’ve been feeling the same way,” she admitted sheepishly. “I thought I was being stupid for falling for a patient…but I like you. I really do.”

Ignis definitely heard the heart monitor pick up on his racing pulse. Adeline chuckled.

“Let’s get you through your recovery first, yeah? We can figure out the rest later.”

Morning came too soon. Adeline arrived to help Ignis take off his bandages, telling him that the doctor had another emergency surgery to attend to, so it was just the two of them. It was a slow, nerve-wracking process as Adeline unwrapped the bandages from around Ignis’ head. Once they were off, she peeled back the gauze that covered his eyelids.

The heavy scarring was still along his left cheek, but some of it had managed to be scraped away where his eyelid was to allow for it to open properly.

“Open your eyes,” Adeline instructed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ignis slowly opened them, his eyelids fluttering as his vision tried to adjust to the sheer amount of light in the room. Everything was blurry at first, and his head throbbed. He knew it was because he hadn’t seen the light of day in years, and so he would need time to adjust.

Eventually, he managed to fully open both eyes, the room slowly coming into view. Ignis felt tears pricking the corners of his vision as things slowly became clearer and clearer. With his heart pounding in his chest, he turned to Adeline to gaze upon her for the first time.

She smiled at him, her hands clasped in front of her as if she was in silent prayer. She had intelligent, almond shaped eyes, a small, round nose and plump lips. Her straight hair was long and dark, pulled up into a bun with a few strands falling in front of her eyes.

“You’re even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined,” he breathed, and she let the tears fall down her face. Ignis reached over and brushed them away, pulling her to him. He sat up in the hospital bed and she hugged him close, stroking the back of his head as they cried together.

She pulled away for just a second, holding his face in her hands.

“Ignis,” she said, her smile growing wide. “Your eyes…they’re green.”

He kissed her right there in that hospital bed, pouring all of his heart and soul into their embrace. He could finally see the world again, and the smile on Adeline’s face was a sight that he never wanted to be without for the rest of his days.

Like heaven (Bruce wayne imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request: Bruce Wayne / batman reader. The joker kidnapped the reader who is Bruce Wayne’s wife. The chains her to the bottom of an empty aquarium sized tank, and he fills it up with water . Will Bruce get get there in time to save her.
Summary: After Joker kidnaps you, will Batman make it in time to save you?
Word count: 708
Warning(s): drowning

The clock in the restaurant was ticking away as people buzzed by. You an Bruce were supposed to meet up there, for your date after work. But as the minutes pass by, Bruce knew something felt wrong.

You were usually never late, but one glance at the clock told him that it’s 20 past eight, you were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, yet there’s no sign of you. He quickly paid for his drink before running out to get in the car and flooring it to the batcave.

As a safety measure, you always had a small tracker on you, which you agreed on, knowing the dangers of life in Gotham. Your tracker was showing you to be at an old abandoned aquarium attraction at the amusement park.

He wasted no time in getting suited up and jumping in the batmobile. On the way, a thousand thoughts rushed through his mind as to what might have happened to you.

You were waking up from a chloroform induced daze. Trying to stretch your limbs proved to be impossible, as you were chained, upside down. A sickly familiar laughter filling your ears. “Well lookie here, who decided to awaken from their beauty sleep.” He happily chuckles. “What do you want?” you groan, struggling against your chaines.

I just want to bring the bat out to play, and you seem to be the perfect bait,” He smiles. “So this is how this game works..:” He says thoughtfully, before a grin widens on his face once again, “I’m gonna start filling this tank, Let’s see whether your batsy can get to you in time, or will you drown here tonight.” He says, pulling a heavy metal lever with ease, prompting you to lower into the empty glass tank below you. 

Pulling another lever right next to it, water started spewing out of the filling nozzle. You tried your best to keep your composure, not to exhaust yourself too much, just like Bruce had taught you. 

Meanwhile Bruce was speeding through traffic, trying to make it to you as fast as possible. He was unsure of what to expect upon his arrival.

You could hear the roar of the batmobile from the distance, but the water was already starting to reach your nose, you had no idea whether or not he would make it, but you focused on the sound of the car.

The water had just reached slightly over your nose when you heard his breaks, as Joker and his men got prepared to attack. Joker’s loud obnoxious laughter filling the entire building.

Soon you heard what you presume a heavy door kicked in, which startled you, causing you to accidentally breathe in some water, a heavy hough wave causing you to lose your composure. Bruce was full of rage when he saw what was going on. He quickly started tactically taking out all the men, while the tank was still rapidly filling, your mouth nearly under water, the water in your lungs making it hard to breathe without coughing.

When Batman noticed your distress, he threw a batarang at the thick glass, which just stood there. But soon crack started to appear, one after another, the sound heavy in the water. The cracks were connecting when suddenly a large chunk falled out, the aquarium shattering completely around you.

You had inhaled a lot of the liquid, rendering you soon unconscious. When his battle was fought he lowered you to the ground, undoing the bounds you were in.

You weren’t responding to his gentle slaps on the cheek so he started CPR. He held your nose, forcing air to your lungs, before giving ten strong pushes to your chest, surely breaking ribs. He repeated it over and over, losing hope, when you finally threw up a big amount of liquid from your lungs. A few more hefty coughs, and your lungs were depleted of all water, but your throat hurt badly, along with your head and chest.

You’re okay,” Bruce insured, lifting you in a bridal style. “I’ll have Alfred check you over and then you’re on bedrest for a week,” He informs you, clicking your seatbelt in the batmobile. “Sounds like heaven,” You chuckle, before starting another coughing fit. 


With love,

anonymous asked:

36.“Don’t move, it’ll be okay.” about Jason Todd, please?

Here you go anon! Have some injured Jason and worried Batfam!

His ears are buzzing, static interspersed with choppy snippets of worried voices. He wants them to go away, they’re only making his headache worse. Slurring something to that effect gets more frantic shouting instead of blissful silence though. He shifts where he’s lying on the ground and his body shrieks with pain from head to-

Oh shit. He can’t feel his toes. Can’t feel anything below his knees actually.

Fuck, what the hell happened?

Someone touches the his neck and he flinches, whimpering when the jerky movement sends new waves of pain across his body. 

“Easy, Hood.” The voice is low, soothing. Too soft to be Batman, too calm to be Nightwing, not condescending enough to be Robin. Must be Little Red. “I need to remove your helmet so I can assess the damage.”

The kid’s fingers skim over the mangled helmet to hit the release button, then carefully pull it away from Jason’s face. He blinks when his vision clears with the removal of the cracked lenses, giving him a perfect view of Red Robin’s worried face hovering over him.

“Ow,” he mutters, which is a bit of a massive understatement because as soon as he tries to turn his head, stabbing pain causes stars to explode across his vision. He tries to lift a hand to prod at his face and neck to figure out how bad it is for himself, but Red Robin catches his wrist - mindful of the two fingers that are most likely broken - and gently pushes it back down.

The younger vigilante’s mouth is a grim line as he rests his other hand against the side of Jason’s head to keep it still. “Help is coming. Just… don’t move, it’ll be okay.”

Jason’s starting to doubt that. “Wha’…” He has to pause to drag in a shallow breath (definitely some broken ribs). “What happened?”

Red Robin’s brow pinches with his frown. “You don’t remember?”

Would I be asking if I did? Jason wants to snap, but that’s too many words so he just says, “No.”

“You jumped out a window,” he reports without meeting Jason’s gaze, concentrating on untangling a coil of wire from around his legs. “Two storeys, limited cushioning for your landing.”

Jason grimaces. That explains why everything hurts so damn much. “Damage?” he rasps.

“Bad,” Little Red reports tightly. He pauses to listen to something said on his comm, then continues, probably more for the benefit of whoever’s listening than for Jason. “Multiple fractures, contusions and lacerations. Moderate concussion. Most likely some internal bleeding.” A pause while he cuts the last of the wire and throws it off to the side, then he adds a little quieter, “Potential spinal damage.”

He winces at whatever is said in his ear. Opens his mouth to reply, then shuts it and sits back, just out of Jason’s visual field - a lovely view of the inky black Gotham sky, glowing faintly orange with pollution and streetlights. Only a few moments later, the Batmobile skids to a stop and Batman is making his dramatic entrance onto the scene.

“Jay?!” he calls and Jason automatically tries to turn his head in that direction. Batman leans over him, gloved hand pushing his bangs back from a cut above his right eyebrow. His mouth is a tight, angry line as he turns to bark at Red Robin, “We need to move him.”

“What part of spinal damage wasn’t clear?” the kid snaps back. “We should keep him still and comfortable until Leslie gets here.”

Jason doesn’t point out that the lumpy mattress and squashed cardboard boxes beneath his back aren’t exactly comfortable, mostly because Bruce is already arguing, “We’re in an open area where a crime just occurred. Gordon’s men are going to be swarming the scene any second now - not to mention nosy citizens! We’ll meet Leslie at the clinic.”

“B, you’re not listening-”

“My spine’s fine,” Jason finally interjects. Two masked heads swing toward him in surprise.

“Hood,” Little Red starts, voice dripping with placation. “I’ve been poking and prodding your legs for several minutes trying to get that wire off and you didn’t feel any of it”

“‘Xactly,” Jason interrupts, triumphant despite the way the words steal his breath away. “Wire was… cutting circulation. Just…. numb. ’S'all… tingly now.”

The kid exchanges another long look with Bruce then shrugs. Bruce nods in return and then he’s slipping a hand behind Jason’s neck to support his aching head as they lift him upward. It’s a slow, painful, dizzy process, but with Red Robin on one side and Batman on the other, they get him into the Batmobile before he passes out again.

Jason comes to slowly, drifting into wakefulness on what is clearly the good drugs. Peeling open crusty eyes reveals that he’s in Leslie’s clinic, body swaddled in bandages and tape. His head is still throbbing but it’s dulled by pain meds, and when he shifts it causes only a sharp twinge in certain areas rather than setting all his pain receptors on fire.

“Ow,” he mumbles when he tries to sit up and his chest protests fiercely, slumping back against the pillows and blinking at ceiling. He lies there listlessly for a few minutes, listening to the hum of machines and hiss of his breath, until the sound of footsteps had him rolling his head toward the door.

“Ah, good to see you awake, Master Jason.”

Jason smiles as Alfred walks toward the bed. “Hey, Alfie,” he says, almost a whisper. “Wha’ time ’s'it?”

“Quarter to three in the afternoon,” the butler replies, straightening the blankets. Once they’re to his satisfaction, he turns his sternest frown on Jason. “You had us all quite worried.”


Alfred sighs. "I suppose it would be too much to ask that you refrain from jumping out anymore windows?”

Jason gives a sheepish smile. “Maybe not my best plan,” he admits.

“I should think not.” Alfred sits down beside the bed and picks up a book, thumbing through it until he finds his page. “And you’ll have plenty of time to think about that while you’re on bedrest.” He pats Jason’s hand before leaning back and settling more comfortably in the hard plastic chair. “Now get some rest, I’m sure this room will be full of people demanding your attention when you wake again.”

Injured Affection

REQUEST by LUCCEROMMA4403: I was wondering if you could write this for me. The reader and Roman are married and they’re both in WWE as wrestler. During a match the reader gets hurt and now she’s in bed rest to recover from a serious injury. When Roman came back, you get heated being around Roman and so the reader wants to make love and he’s very hesitant. But eventually he agrees and so the make love but he’s super gentle. And maybe they get a little rough?😏 I would appreciate if you could😋

Warnings: Smut, language
(A/N): The thirst was real while I wrote this so it’s longer than expected, I mean , look at our Samoan God. Enjoy loves!


‘’Mom, I’m fine,’’ I chuckled as I shifted my weight on the bed, careful not to hurt my right leg. I had to stay in bed the upcoming weeks, thanks to the match I had almost a month ago. Charlotte was talking crap about my husband, so you could figure I wasn’t going to let her get away with it just like that. Even though everyone backstage tried to stop me, I pushed all of them away and surprised Charlotte in the ring. I grabbed her hair and pulled it backwards, dragging her to the ground. She, of course, fought back by literally kicking my ass and whatever she had in store. At one point, I was laying on the ground and she jumped on my leg too hard, causing it to bruise badly. I cried it out at the top of my lungs but she kept going and going. Eventually, my husband and some referees came out, removing Charlotte away from my reach. I was really hurt and my only concern was to beat the hell out of her. My husband, at the other hand, carried me to the nursery backstage. I was secretly happy he did, because I couldn’t handle any more source of pain or pressure. The doctor said that I needed at least two months of rest, which annoyed the shit out of me, since I wanted to wrestle and do things. I mostly wanted to have some alone time with my husband, if you know what I mean, but that wasn’t really possible since my leg still hurts and him being overprotective.

‘’Was it really necessary to ran out there?’’ My mom asked concerned, sitting at the end of the bed, partly blocking my view from the TV that hung in the room.

‘’No one is talking about my husband that way.’’ I answered fiercely. ‘’I warned her before mom, but she loves to provoke things like this. Charlotte knows how much I hate it when someone talks bad about the people I love and she knows damn well that I will strike back ten times harder.’’ I felt myself getting frustrated again. ‘’She did this on purpose.’’

‘’It’s lovely to hear that you care so much about him, but next time, think before you act darling, look where this got you now.’’

‘’I know,’’ I sighed, ‘’I’m sorry for scaring you.’’

‘’Oh honey, don’t apologize for that. I just hope you get well soon so you can do what you love to do again.’’ My mom smiled and stood up. ‘’I have to go now hun, dad wants to take me out to dinner tonight so I have to get ready.’’

‘’Aw you guys make my heart warm,’’ I cupped my chest, ‘’have fun and greet dad for me.’’

‘’I will and thank you my little one.’’ She kissed my head and she left. Once I heard the door close, I wanted to change channel, but the remote control was at the end of the bed where my mom sat. She insisted on watching The Bold and The Beautiful since ‘things got heated’ between Steffy and Liam or whoever they were. I groaned loudly, throwing my head back on the pillows and closing my eyes. As I was about to think of a way to grab the remote, the bedroom door flew open. My eyes opened right away, seeing my husband standing in the doorway with his suitcases, hair being in a messy bun, wearing a black t-shirt and black sweatpants.

‘’Someone in this room missed me?’’ He smiled as bright as I did. I honestly didn’t care about my leg at that moment so I stood up, making Roman to drop all the bags he had in his hand to catch me. ‘’Jesus baby, what are you doing?’’ He asked concerned as he pulled me close to him. ‘’You shouldn’t be walking, you should be resting.’’ He chuckled. I nodded against his broad chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. I missed every single thing about him; his smell, his laugh, his body, his kisses, literally everything.

‘’I missed you so much.’’

‘’I missed you too babygirl, a lot.’’ He said warmly. ‘’Now let’s get you back in bed.’’ Roman lifted me up bridal style, making me giggle. Slowly laying me down again. Luckily for me, I could move my leg better, but it still hurts with certain movements I made. ‘’How is my wife doing?’’ He asked as he crawled in bed next to me.

‘’You’re wife is sick of being in bed all day long.’’ I sighed.

‘’I can imagine that, but you heard what the doctor said, y/n.’’ He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it aside on the chair. ‘’You gotta rest for at least two months before you can do things again.’’

‘’I don’t care. I’m into other things than bedrest and watching TV all day long.’’  His right arm was wrapped around my waist, our skin touching after so long, making me crave him even more than before. I ran my fingers over his hand and slowly guided it downwards to my center.

‘’Y/n, what are you doing?’’ He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

‘’Providing us both with a source of pleasure,’’ I bit my lip, ‘’It’s been so long.’’

‘’I know, but I don’t want the risk of you getting hurt again, by me this time.’’ He said bothered.

‘’Roman please,’’ I moaned in his ear as I slid his hand down further, ‘’I need you so bad, I haven’t seen you, felt you for so long.’’

‘’I don’t wanna hurt you..’’ He trailed off as I slid his hand inside of my panties. ‘’Holy shit, baby’’ Looking at me, I felt his hand take back his own will, index finger circling my clit slowly. I moaned, throwing head back against his shoulder in immense pleasure. ‘’You sure you want this, once we continue this, there’s no stopping me.’’ He whispered in my ear. Nodding was the only thing I could do since my words failed me.

‘’I trust you.’’ I said, my hand sliding in front of his sweats to rub his shaft through the fabric. He was slowly getting harder by my touch, groaning lightly. ‘’That feels so…’’ I couldn’t finish my sentence as he slid two fingers inside of me. ‘’Oh fuck Roman.’’

‘’You missed that baby?’’ He deeply said, making me shiver, ‘’You missed me touching you like this?’’ His fingers curled inside of me, waiting for a response since I didn’t answer him.

‘’Oh my god, yes Roman.’’ My grip on his arm tightened since I felt myself getting closer to reaching my peak.

‘’Let me taste you.’’ Pulling his fingers out of me, the emptiness making me whine. Once he slowly took off my panties, he carefully took my painful leg and placed it on his broad shoulder. I gave him a nod, letting him know I was okay. Placing soft kisses on my inner thigh, his lips felt like fire against my heated skin. I closed my eyes, waiting for what was coming. He licked all the way up from my center to my sensitive bundle of nerves. Instinctively I grabbed his hair, arching my back.

‘’Fuckkk.’’ I moaned loudly. His fingers finding their way back inside of me while he gently sucked my clit, circling it with his talented tongue. ‘’Jesus baby…Oh m-my g-goddd.’’ I shuddered beneath him. He hummed against me on purpose, sending vibrations over my pussy, feeling the effects throughout my whole body.

‘’You taste so fucking good y/n,’’ he murmured against me, ‘’you gonna cum for me?’’ Roman asked, never stopping pumping in and out of me with this fingers. The metal of his ring made contact with my center everytime he pushed back inside, the mixture of heat and cold sending me over the edge. ‘’Good girl.’’ He took one last lick of my pussy as he took a hold of my leg and slowly parted it with his hand as he kissed my stomach. I was given a moment to catch my breath and to get rid of his shirt I was wearing as Roman took off all his clothes. Once he was fully naked, towering over me, I took a moment to look at him. My husband is seriously a god. ‘’I’ll be gentle baby, don’t worry,’’ he smiled. I nodded, giving him a smile back. ‘’Just relax..’’ He whispered as he took a hold of his dick, wiping the pre cum away with his thumb. I grabbed his hand and sucked it off his digit, making him groan.

‘’Oh shit..’’ I cried out as he slowly pushed inside of me. The feeling of being stretched out again after so long is an indescribably pleasurable feeling. While giving me a moment to adjust to his thick and long dick, he kissed my neck. ‘’Roman…’’ I whimpered. He started to move slowly, gentle and careful thrusts.

‘’Does that feel good babe?’’ Roman grunted, careful not to hurt my leg. Somehow, the slight  pain of my leg and the pleasure, caused an amazing feeling.

‘’Harder,’’ I begged. I could feel he was holding himself back, ‘’I need you to go harder.’’

‘’Are you sure?’’ Caressing my cheek, he looked at me somewhat concerned. As I nodded, he wasted no time with picking up speed. ‘’You gotta tell me if I hurt you.’’ Roman breathed. His hand moved my sore leg further apart, gripping my hips as he thrusted rapidly in and out of me. ‘’I missed you so fucking much babygirl.’’

‘’I missed you too Roman, fuck!’’ I cried out of pleasure as he started to rub my clit. ‘’Oh yes, just like that, I’m gonna cum baby,’’ I felt him hitting my g-spot over and over again.

‘’Cum for me baby, haven’t felt you cum around my dick for so long, come on darling.’’

‘’Oh my fucking god, yes!’’ I screamed as my juices started to drip down his dick.

‘’Yeah babygirl, that’s it.’’ He chuckled. His thrusts became harsher, but sloppy, almost reaching his peak. Pieces of his hair started to fall out his bun, tickling my face.  I started to move my hips to push him deeper inside of me, helping him. ‘’Jesus, y/n,’’ he struggled to say, ‘’Oh baby, fuck.’’ Roman moaned, his left hand pinching my sensitive nipples. I felt the familiar heat in my abdomen, signing me that I was close to another orgasm. After a few thrusts, I felt his dick jerk inside of me. He kissed me sweetly as he pulled out. Just as I thought he was done, he pushed his fingers inside of me again, rubbing my clit with his thumb, making me cum for the second time. We were both breathless as we lied back down under the covers.

‘’Thank you,’’ I said, taking his hand in mine, ‘’I really needed this.’’

‘’I gotta ask Charlotte to talk more shit about me if this is what your injury leads to.’’ Roman chuckled.

‘’You better watch out with what you say Reigns,’’ my finger traced his cheek, looking in his eyes. ‘’I love you.’’

‘’I love you more babygirl,’’ He sweetly said, kissing me.

critical role relationship week: day 1

(scanlan & cassandra)

Scanlan has acquired several children in his many years, only one of whom is actually related to him by blood. Oh, sure, none of them are children children, but they are, nevertheless, his kids, because he’s the oldest member of Vox Machina and none of them have anybody looking out for them. One lonely old gnome with a fondness for crude jokes and even cruder limericks has to be better than nobody at all, if only slightly.

Which is why he’s not entirely surprised to find himself looking at Cassandra sitting alone with her shoulders slumped, and thinking, oh. Another one? Alright then. It’s the same sense of fierce familial protectiveness, the part of him that can’t see an upset child and leave well enough alone. It’ll get him killed (a third time) someday, he’s sure.

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Once and Future

Summary: Kakashi can’t help the whimsical smile on his face as he watches his former students, interacting with one another as if no time has passed. This peace won’t last long, he knows. But for right now, in this tiny medical tent, they can all pretend for a little longer that everything is going to work out perfectly. [NarutoWeek2017 – Day 1 - Prompt: “Team 7”]

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anonymous asked:

Can i ask for some Sick or Hurt Keith being taken care of by his boyfriends Hunk and Lance?


❝ It’s not going down, Hunk, ❞ Lance called across the landing; He turned his attention back to the little device in his hand, and let his brows furrow. ❝ You’re definitely sick, buddy. ❞

Keith smacked his lips, and craned his neck from where he was swaddled in blankets.  ❝ How bad is it, now? ❞

❝ 102.8. It’s gone up from earlier, so, it’s gonna be a day or two of bedrest for you. ❞ Noticing Keith’s grimace, Lance smiled sympathetically.  ❝ It’s not so bad, Keith, we’ll make sure you’ve got everything you need. ❞

As if on cue, Hunk appeared with an armful of blankets and a few other necessities; A glass of water, the thermometer caps (which Lance had, in his rush, left on the bathroom counter), and a bucket - just in case anything decided not to stay put. Keith had mentioned he hadn’t felt nauseous earlier, though, so that was something.

❝ I have stuff to do, ❞ Keith began to protest as Hunk tenderly tucked the quilts around him, and he slid underneath to retain as much heat as possible.  ❝ Bedrest is just the same as sitting at a desk, I don’t see why– ❞

❝ Keith, ❞ Hunk sighed, in that nurturing voice he always used to get his way; He just had something about him when it came to taking care of others, and it made both Lance and Keith melt.  ❝ You have to stay here. You’ll only get worse if you push yourself to work. ❞

❝ Yeah, and, ❞ Lance chipped in, perching on the edge of the bed. He leaned over to press a soft kiss to Keith’s temple, and smiled down to his ailing boyfriend. Hunk took residence on the other side of the bed, too.  ❝ We’ll keep you company. It’s not so bad, right? ❞

If it wasn’t for the two caring faces beaming down at him, or the dizzying weigh of fever on his mind, perhaps Keith would have pushed further. Either way, he nodded in agreement as he let his eyelids slowly droop.

Lance and Hunk cast each other a small, warm smile from their respective sides of Keith’s bed - After all, this is what good boyfriend’s did, right? Soon, it wound up with Hunk tucked into Keith’s side and sleeping soundly beside him, and Lance watching his boyfriends with a soft, gentle smile.

Life was good - even when they were sick.

We Intertwined: Ch. 11

An Ignis Scientia Story

Chapter 10 | AO3 | Chapter 12
Word Count: 2,363

A/N: A longer chapter with some relationship building! Let me know what you think!

It took Raine about a week to get back on her feet again, and then another before she was able to leave the house. She’d taken up whittling during her bedrest, much to her grandmother’s chagrin. Ignis would come by in the mornings with some new decently sized sticks and Raine would whittle them down to small shapes and objects. The earlier ones were quite dismal, but they started to get more refined as she self-corrected.

When she asked for sandpaper, her grandmother confiscated the blade and hid it away.

No more sawdust on my sheets, she scolded. Raine would playfully stick her tongue out at her in return.

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Gajevy Week: Prompt: First Date Memories of Shaved Ice


Rated: M-MA-ish

Prompt: First Date


Memories of Shaved Ice

Levy tries to convince Gajeel to take her out on a date.

Post Year Gap

Levy sighed, laying on the bed, her belly swollen with her pregnancy as she was bored with her book. A rare moment, but it did happen. Her eyes glanced to the man half dozing next to her, enjoying the silence.

She had been confined to bedrest as ordered by her husband.

Stupid Gajeel.

She was seven months pregnant, for the last two months he had watched her like a hawk. She rarely was able to go to the guild, at least not without promise of Mira, Juvia, and Erza to be watching her if Gajeel wasn’t there.

She loved the man and her friends, but this was ridiculous. Though, she had to admit she was driving him a bit crazy as well. He was paranoid she’d get hurt. And with the gasps of pain that would occasionally come from the sharp kicks of their unborn child, he would panic and all but rush her off to the doctor.

She did ponder the thought that she might be pregnant with twins, but she assumed not. The doctors hadn’t noticed anything, said that sometimes women just got big during their pregnancy.

“You know. I don’t remember what our official first date was.” She hummed. So, she was lying. She knew she was. Their first date was back during the Grand Magic Games. Their first date, that had been a first date truly alone, had been to a small fair that had been in Balsam Village back when they were on a small vacation from the Magic Council.

“Wha…?” He turned his head, blinking his eyes to wake up. “Seriously? That’s what’s on yer mind?”

“Mhm.” She hummed, turning a page. Despite her eyes being on the book, she wasn’t reading a single word. She felt so cooped up, wanting to go on a walk. Maybe grab some lunch… or something sweet. “I was wondering if that trip to the waterpark was our first date or the weekend in Balsam Village was.” Thinking of that trip made her think of their little adventure to the shaved ice stand…

Shaved ice sounded delicious.

Gajeel was making noises, something akin to confusion and annoyance tossed into one. He wasn’t tired as he was bored, but fuck this woman would drive him into an early grave.

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pilferingapples  asked:

Combeferre headcanons?:D

Thanks again :) 

  • There’s never been anybody else who’s pulled off the “absent-minded professor” look better than Combeferre. His coat is always a bit dirty because he forgets to clean it, his clothes are constantly creased, his glasses are round and lopsided, his cravat is not made right, you think his socks are from the same pairs but that’s only ‘cause he only ever bought black socks. He’s always carrying that bag. You know the one. The professor bag. Also, he’s hot. Combeferre’s extremely, extremely hot. 
  • He’s fascinated by the future, by all the human inventions, but if he had to pick a favorite subject to study (but please, don’t ask him that, because he might spent three weeks thinking about it, increasingly restless too), it’d be astronomy. He loves, and has always loved the stars. He’s got a lot of map of the sky in his rooms, and also a golden telescope, a gift from his mums. He sees very little of the sky from Paris, but from times to times he’ll convinced his friends to accompany him out of the city for a few days, and he’ll make observations. (it’s a telescope you can carry). 
  • First one to team up with Feuilly to actually teach kids their letters. Where does he find the time? No one knows. Combeferre does so many things people still wonder if he ever sleeps (he doesn’t, not enough in any case, which leads several of his friends forcing him to bed at least twice per week. Enjolras, Courfeyrac and Jehan are the only ones who actually manage to make him stay in bed). 
  • Worst.Patient.Ever. He refuses to admit he’s sick; then he refuses to stay in bed; then he’ll argue with you that as a medicine student, he knows better WHICH medicines he’s suppose to take or not. At which point, Joly will be the only one who’ll manage to reason with him. Still need someone to make sure he doesn’t try to get up as soon as he’s alone. Needs cuddles and tea and someone to read him things while he’s in bedrest, otherwise he’ll go stir crazy. 
  • I mean, it’s canon, but: FEMINIST!COMBEFERRE. He’s highly aware that two of his fellow medicine students are women; doesn’t tell a soul and actually help them with their disguises. Realizes that Louison is interested in social literature. Gave her small books to read, and talk with her about them afterwards. The most polite man ever with women. Tip his hat at prostitutes. Raise his voice against his friends when they get too rude about ladies. Regularly raise the question of having women in their small group, or at least work with women’s groups. Has two mothers who raised a perfect son. Excellent brother who receives his younger siblings and moms at Paris regularly.   

(…i just remembered Combeferre is Perf, thank you. I love him so much.)

That’s right, Tumblrfolk, Chapter 1 of Lion Soul -  my collaboration with the amazingly talented @yliseryn - is now UP ON AO3!!

Summary: Allura is one of the leaders of a nomadic pride of werelions. Shiro is the lone human in the pride, always out of place, unable to be a part of the culture he was raised in. Whatever he feels for Allura is irrelevant. He’s no match for her, no matter how much he wishes he were.

The pride is considering going on the offensive against the Hunters - humans who stalk and kill weres - rather than continuing to flee and hide. And Shiro has to decide if the only home he’s ever known is really home, and, if it’s not, what should he do about that? What can he do?

Tags: AU, Shallura, medieval fantasy, werelions, background Alforan

Author’s Notes: Thanks out to @explodingcrenelation for her editing expertise, as usual! And, of course, all the beautiful artwork is @yliseryn‘s doing, including that spiffy banner up there! <3

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Prompt: Sick Len

For @ficcingcaptaincanary‘s prompt of the week: Sara taking care of sick and sleepy Len. 

(Note: This thing went from cute and fluffy to feels overload at the end. I apologize. Enjoy!)

Sara had never seen Snart looking so ill. She watched him closely as the team milled about the fabrication room, dressing in clothing appropriate for the Roaring Twenties.

Sara stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed, in a glittering black flapper dress with a feather in her hair. Her eyes followed Leonard’s wilting figure as he pulled on his shiny grey suit jacket in a zombie-like fashion.

Rip entered the room, sporting his usual sepia trench coat, as Sara began to gravitate toward the ailing thief. The captain began to once more restate the mission’s procedure, but Sara tuned him out. As far as she was concerned, their goal was to catch Savage…dead or alive, it made no difference to her.

She joined Leonard beside the door, where he too seemed to be not listening. As she approached, he made no notion as to whether or not he sensed her arrival. “Hey, Snart.” Sara greeted him cautiously. She’d never seen him look so checked out.

But her words appeared to rouse him out of his stupor, and he simply dipped his head in her direction. “What, no snarky response?” Sara jibed. No answer. Either he was ignoring her, or just hadn’t heard her.

Sara regarded him closely, concerned. “Snart, are you okay?” She was just now noticing the sheen of sweat coating his temple. “Leonard.” She insisted, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Finally, his glassy gaze broke from where he had been staring aimlessly at the wall and his glazed blue eyes met hers. She didn’t even have to ask if he was okay again, since he very clearly was not.

“Rip.” Sara said, grabbing Snart’s arm and dragging him over to the other man, who had just finished going over the details of the mission for the last time. “Snart’s sick, he can’t go.”

“Sick?” Rip inquired, appearing thoroughly perplexed. He took a good look at Leonard, who was now giving the impression that he was more asleep than awake at that moment. “I see. Very well then, Miss Lance, escort him to his quarters and then rejoin the rest of the team.”

“Uh…Rip…” Sara countered, keeping an iron grip on Snart’s arm as he began to waver on the spot. In her peripheral vision, she saw him shake his head violently, as if he were attempting to clear it. “Maybe I should stay with him. You know…just to watch him.”

Rip seemed rather unwilling to dismiss her from the mission, but after another glance at Snart, he nodded reluctantly and gestured for them to leave.

“Come on, Snart. Let’s go.” He shuffled out in her wake, and Sara led him down the hall to his room.

“I’m perfectly fine, if you must know,” Snart finally spoke, managing to sleepily incorporate his signature drawl into the sentence.

“Don’t waste your words,” Sara chided. “You and I both know that’s a lie.” He fell silent again. Maybe because he succumbed to the fact that she was right, or he just didn’t have the strength to offer up another response.

Once the pair reached Leonard’s quarters, Sara helped him to his bed and he slumped down onto his pillows. “Let’s take a good look at you, shall we?”

“Mm…” Snart mumbled drowsily. “And where exactly would you like to look?”

Sara shot him a pointed expression, but she was smiling. “How do you feel, huh?”

“Awful.” He drawled, as if he couldn’t care less.

She rolled her eyes and pressed the back of her hand against his perspiring forehead, much to his disgruntlement. He was burning up, just as she suspected. “Are you hot? Cold?” Sara asked, taking a seat on the edge of his mattress.

“I’m always cold,” He retorted. Another roll of her eyes, but Sara could plainly see the faint shivering Snart was attempting to conceal. He sniffed dramatically, which in turn led to a loud sneeze, which therefore caused him to cough so much Sara was certain he was going to hack up a lung. After the coughing fit subsided, he sniffed again and rubbed his nose moodily.

Sara smirked. “I don’t even need Gideon’s help with this one.” Leonard gave her a glare, which only caused her grin to widen. “You’re on bedrest for the next couple of days, crook.”

“Not happening.” He said sleepily. It seemed to be taking all of his willpower to keep his eyes open and alert.

“Deal with it, Snart. You’ve got the flu.”


He groaned, irritable. This had to be the fifteenth time Sara had interrupted his sleep. All he managed to achieve each time she let him be was to fall into a fitful doze.

“Don’t be a baby.” Sara scolded him. “I’m going to put a cold compress on your forehead. I just didn’t want to startle you.”

Leonard simply ignored her and closed his eyes as she pressed the cool wet cloth against his scalp. It admittedly felt good. “Now let me sleep in peace.” He ordered her.

She chuckled lightly. “I won’t bother you again until the soup’s done.”

“What soup?” He asked grumpily.

“The chicken noodle soup I told you I was making.” Sara smiled. When she had brought up soup to him beforehand, Snart had responded with a sleepy grunt of approval, but he must’ve been half asleep at the time if he didn’t remember.

“Not hungry.” He insisted grouchily.

“I don’t care.” Sara retorted.

“Very well, if you want me to blow chunks.” Snart answered, opening his eyes to glare at her.

“Believe it or not, Snart, it’ll help you. Now sit up, I want you to drink some water.” He growled in complaint, but still obeyed, hoisting himself upwards with some effort. Sara lifted the glass of cold water to his lips and he took a tentative sip as she tilted it downwards.

“You’re shivering,” She realized, pulling the water away. “Here.” Sara grabbed a spare blanket and draped it across Snart’s body. Immediately he seemed to relax. “Okay. Try to get some sleep.”

“Mm…I’d be sleeping like a baby right about now if you hadn’t kept waking me.” Leonard grumbled.

“My sincere apologies.” Sara replied with a smirk. “I’ll be back later.”

Just before she turned the corner out of his room, Sara looked back briefly and saw him immediately lapse back into fitful sleep.

She smiled.

“You kind of snore when you’re sick.”

Snart once more was roused by Sara’s voice and he didn’t even bother opening his eyes. “Go away.” He moaned.

“Nope. Time to eat.”



“No.” He repeated, turning on his side with his back facing her.

“Eat or I’m going to force feed you.”

After a beat, Snart relented and struggled into a sitting position while clutching his head. “Make it quick, assassin.” His voice sounded rather thin and raspy, and Sara hoped the hot soup would help.

“Here.” She carefully placed the tray containing the bowl of soup and spoon onto his lap. “Think you can handle eating a few spoonfuls?”

“How old do you think I am?” Snart commented snidely, taking the spoon in his fingers. But the minute he scooped up a spoonful of broth, his hand began to shake, and the utensil clattered back into the bowl, in turn splattering him with soup.

“Smooth, crook.” Sara said with a smile. “Okay…” She took a seat on the mattress beside him and lifted a spoonful of soup to his lips. Immediately, he jerked away, embarrassed. “Don’t be stupid, Snart.” Sara scowled. “Open up, nobody’s watching.”

Leonard moodily powered through four spoonfuls before pushing Sara’s hand away. “I’m gonna take your temperature.” Sara moved the tray off of his legs and set it carefully on the floor before revealing a thermometer. Snart glowered at her momentarily before grudgingly opening his mouth for her to stick the instrument inside.

After a few awkward seconds, the thermometer beeped and Sara pulled it back. “103…” She mused. “Okay, Leonard. Get some sleep.”

“Thought you’d never say that.” Snart drawled.

But when Sara returned later, Leonard still lay awake, looking miserable. “Can’t sleep?” Sara guessed. His head turned to the side to face her and even from the doorway, she could see his shivering. “Screw it.” Sara approached his bed. “Sit up.”

He looked at her confusedly, but still complied. Sara dropped down beside him, hoping to transmit some of her body heat to him. “You know you’re actually burning up. You just feel cold.”

“Doesn’t make a difference,” Snart replied, his voice muffled by his stuffed-up nose. He laid back again, but Sara noticed he was careful not to touch her. She pulled the blanket up to his shoulders and cautiously pressed against him. Immediately, he stiffened up.

“If you get me sick, I’m going to murder you.” Sara murmured in his ear with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. He said nothing. “Loosen up, crook. It’s okay.” Gradually, he began to relax into her. Maybe it was only his exhaustion, but Sara hoped it was more than just that.

Sara carefully wrapped her arms gently around his shoulders and soon his head fell against her chest as he succumbed to sleep. She watched his unconscious face, truly taking him in for once. In sleep, he turned into a completely different man. All the anger, the resentment, the ghosts of his past…it all melted away. He looked peaceful, contented…innocent.

Sara pressed a kiss to the top of his head, something she never thought she’d do, and just sat with him. Only a fool would think she wouldn’t be there when he woke up.

anonymous asked:

Director Sanvers prompt: one of them is recovering from knee surgery and is also v unlikely to sit still etc so the others try and take their mind off it in ways including but not limited to googly eyes on the knee and blanket forts

Well this doesn’t seem targeted straight for @onefootone at all, does it?

As many times as Agent Danvers had taken a hit and kept on trucking, Dr. Hamilton had warned her that the damage was only compounding, that things would only get worse as she got older, that things were no longer healing like they had fresh out of grad school and eventually something would break that could not be fixed. Dr. Hamilton was hopeful that the surgery went well, that Alex would be back on her feet soon enough, but she was still confined to at least a weekend of bed rest, several weeks of leave, and, at bare minimum, eight weeks of physical therapy before she could even be considered for fitness trials to get back in the field.

The worst part though, was that her knee hadn’t torn during some daring rescue of her idiot Kryptonian sister or the adopted little brother with horrible taste in women, or even a motorcycle accident, no, Alex Danvers, professional badass, tore her ACL at the NCSPCA Puppy Run when she was tackled by an excitable Newfoundland.

Dangerous hadn’t looked so cute since the Sawyer took a pipe to an Infernian.

She hadn’t even been home for three hours before the boredom set in, not that anyone was surprised. Anyone being the unfortunate Lucy Lane and Maggie Sawyer, purveyors of distractions and babysitters of injured girlfriends.

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

Lucy snorted. “You literally just tried to walk to the kitchen without your crutches.”

“It’s like five feet from the couch.”

“Hamilton said bedrest, Danvers, you’re lucky we haven’t handcuffed you to the headboard.”

“I’d be luckier if you did.”

“Ha! You’d be whining even more, Danvers, be real.” Maggie laughed. “You’d be all pretty and tied down and you aren’t cleared for anything fun.”

Alex threw her head back against the couch, letting her neck curve over the back so Maggie, in the kitchen, could sort of be in her range of vision again. “Please, Sawyer, you two have proven time and again we can have plenty of fun when I can’t move.”

Maggie walked back over and dropped a plate of food gently in Alex’s lap, giving her a kiss to the forehead before settling in next to Lucy. “Be that as it may, the answer is no. Not until the stitches aren’t at risk of tearing.”

“Even then, you’re definitely getting tied down,” Lucy promised. “I wouldn’t want you undoing all of Hamilton’s hard work.”

“You’re no fun.”

Lucy reached up to twirl a lock of Maggie’s hair, smiling devilishly at her injured girlfriend, almost purring as she said, “Oh you know that’s not true.”

“But I’m bored.”

“Eat your food.”

“Eating is boring.”

“That’s not what you before.”

“Eating food is boring.”

“Read your weird science journals.”

“The new one hasn’t come yet.”

“Turn on Netflix.”

“TV is boring.”

Maggie watched the two smartest women she knew argue like kindergartners, They were both ridiculous. And they would continue to be ridiculous, she knew, until they found something appropriately distracting. She got up from the couch, first stopping by the bed to grab pillows and blankets, dumping them by the still arguing children, before hitting up the linen closet for all of the spare pillows and blankets Alex kept in what was quickly becoming their apartment. From the utility closet she grabbed the ladder that James had gotten her as a joke (so you can reach the top shelf in the kitchen, Sawyer) because he was an asshole just like the rest of her friends, and that was set up near Alex’s side of the couch. She pulled the lamp off the end table and stacked a dining chair on top, shoving a throw pillow in between its legs for stability.

Her girlfriends had stopped arguing, instead watching Maggie move Alex’s furniture around like Legos, content to watch her work. When Maggie was sure the chair wasn’t going to fall, she took another two chairs to stack behind the couch, one inverted over the other. Only then did she move for the comforter, thankful for yet another reason that Alex had such a ridiculously large bed, because it never worked quite right when the blankets weren’t long enough. Very carefully, she draped one end over the edge of the ladder, tying a corner around it and securing the knot with a hair tie. Then, she paced carefully around the back of the couch, dragging the blanket over the stacked chairs, to the far end of the couch. Over the top of that chair, there was just enough to secure that end to the leg of the end table.

Her girlfriends’ heads barely had clearance, but Maggie was satisfied the construction of her little love tent. Next came the mountains of pillows, some shoved from the ground to just under Alex’s massive knee brace, her leg suspended on the coffee table. Others, she tucked around her girlfriends, saving a few for herself.

“Maggie, what are you doing?” asked Alex.

“Entertaining you.”

“Well it’s entertaining to watch at any rate, but what is the plan here?” continued Lucy.

Maggie rolled her eyes, still roaming around the apartment. In the coat closet she found the box of kids’ art supplies that she regularly used to entertain the younger Danvers on bad days, complete with coloring books, glitter, and googly eyes. That too, joined the couch party, as did the remote. Maggie turned on Netflix and set phasers to gay (this week that meant Wynonna Earp).

Finally content with her work, she once again settled in between her favorite girls, box of art supplies in her lap. “While Danvers finishes her food and takes her pills, we’re going to watch some un-apologetically queer Supernatural. And then we’re going to color, because if you two are going to act like you’re five we might as well relive the fun parts.”

Alex grinned. “Pillow forts and coloring?”

Maggie nodded decisively, “Yes. And if you’re good maybe we’ll try fingerpainting in a few days.”

Lucy snickered, “Hamilton has to clear her first.”

Maggie smacked a coloring book into Lucy’s hands, “Shut up and color, Lane.”

It wouldn’t last forever, but it would last until the painkillers kicked in. And maybe Lucy and Alex would fall asleep to the dulcet tones of hell reclaiming its own, and maybe they may have found themselves with googly eyes stuck to their closed eyelids. There was a chance that photographic proof may have been sent to the Space Fam, and possibly posted to Maggie’s Instagram.

But for now, Alex was happily asleep with a coloring book held loose in her hands, Lucy’s head was pillowed in Maggie’s lap, and she could finally watch a healthy queer relationship where nobody dies and her girlfriends can’t talk through all the good parts.

I was really feeling their dynamic tonight,

Percy had somehow managed to perfect the pout even with a 103 degree fever.

Bag slung over his shoulder, Jason pulled back the curtain that separated Percy’s cot from the rest of the clinic, his smile part amused and part sympathetic. “Hey. You okay?”

The glare he received in return made Jason laugh, moving to press a quick kiss to his forehead. “Oh come on.” He said, waving a hand. “Quit looking at me like that.”

“Quit looking at /me/ like that.” Percy grumbled, his voice croaky and hoarse. “Just sign the discharge papers, I want to go home.”

Jason sighed and ruffled his hair, dropping his bag on the floor. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be right back.” He assured, making his way out of the curtained off area to find Percy’s doctor.

Jason had gotten a call while he was at work, from a friend who worked at the local clinic saying that Percy had been admitted. Apparently, he’d gone to work with a high fever and after vomiting and nearly fainting, a coworker had driven him to the clinic after the disaster.

When Jason returned to the cot, Percy had his legs dangling over the edge, cheeks flushed as he swayed back and forth. Sighing, Jason took his own bag, placing a hand on Percy’s shoulder. He was wearing a t-shirt over his swim trunks, and his slightly damp hair lead Jason to believe he’d probably been in the pool.

“I can’t believe you got in the water like that.” Jason said, taking his hand and hauling him to his feet, slowly but surely.

“I can’t believe my boss forced me to go to the clinic. Just a flu or something.” He grumbled, pulling on the sleeve of Jason’s jacket as the blond held onto him to keep him upright. “Give me your jacket, I’m freezing.”

Jason laughed and shook his head, but he dragged the jacket off and draped it over Percy’s shoulders. “You’ve got a bad fever. They gave me a prescription, though, and very strict instructions for bedrest. I’ll call Nico and see if he’ll go to the grocery to get you some gatorade and soup later.” Jason said, placing a hand back on his opposite shoulder and guiding him out of the clinic, waving at the receptionist.

“I don’t care what you do, I’m going to sleep.” Percy was grouchy, hands shoved into his pocket as he made his way to Jason’s car. “I’m exhausted.”

Rolling his eyes, Jason opened the door of the car, reclining the chair back so that Percy could climb in and get comfortable. Even if he put off going to the grocery, he had to drop off the prescription, and the total trip would be about 45 minutes and Jason wanted Percy to be comfortable.

The swimmer passed out a total of 5 minutes later, not even halfway to the pharmacy. Jason smiled softly at the sleeping form next to him, happy to drive the rest of the way in silence if it meant Percy could get some decent rest.

Percy was about as conscious for the walk to their apartment as he’d been the entire car ride home, and he’d spent the drive passed out and snoring softly.

Tucked into Jason’s too-big jacket, the swimmer sniffled pathetically as he shuffled over to the couch, ignoring Jason’s insistence that he go to the bedroom instead as he flopped down and buried his cheek in a pillow. Rolling his eyes, Jason draped a blanket over him and let him have his way, placing his antibiotics on the coffee table with a glass of water.

Jason spent the day cleaning up, doing chores around the house and fixing up the kitchen in preparation for actually having to use it. They were both pretty abysmal cooks, but Jason knew Nico would probably shop with his boyfriend Will, and that Will would insist that fresh, homemade soup would do the fever-addled Percy much more good than canned.

Percy slept through it all, though, the cleaning, the visit from Nico and Will to drop off needed supplies, and the cooking. Jason actually had to wake him up, when it came time for his antibiotic and fever reducers, because he’d taken note of the rising fever.

Percy took a while to rouse, but he sat up as soon as he was somewhat awake, and things went downhill from there. Blinking dazedly and trying to let his brain catch up with his body, Percy pitched forward with a cough, his chest congested and his mouth dry. The fever that he’d been sweating out was beginning to get somewhat worse, now that his body didn’t have the water to really work off.

Jason offered him a glass of water, first, patting gently in-between his shoulder blades as he tried to help him catch his breath. Percy drank the glass far too quickly, though at the moment, Jason was just relieved that he was compliant.

“You okay?” Jason asked, resting a hand against the back of his neck. “You feel pretty hot.” Despite that, Percy shook like a leaf, his cheeks flushed and his nose pink.

Percy simply shrugged, leaning into Jason’s cool hand and closing his eyes. “M'okay, I think.” He said, though the color had already begun fading from his cheeks.

“Are you sure about that?” Jason asked, looking a bit hesitant to believe it.

“Yeah.” Percy said, immediately following it up by hunching over and vomiting a thin stream of water into his lap. Jason cursed, which was a bit out of character, grabbing what happened to be nearby, (a half full trashcan from the coffee table) and pushing it into Percy’s hands.

Jason patted his back tiredly as he threw up the rest of the water and complained uneasily of the sting in the back of his throat, nodding and sighing sympathetically.

“Gods, Perce. I’m glad we’ve already got antibiotics..” Jason remarked, setting the trashcan aside and peeling away the sweat dampened blanket. “I’ll get you some clean clothes. Slow sips of water, okay?”

Percy whined when the blanket was taken, curling up on his side and wrapping his arms around himself until Jason returned with pajamas and the comforter from their bedroom.

Jason say Percy down with a bowl of warm, homemade soup, insisting he eat at least half so he could take his medicine.

Jason was glad all of the tidying up was finished, because it left them with clean clothes and a clean living room, some warm soup and plenty of resting space. Percy leaned into Jason’s side, eyes tired as he finished the broth and took the two pills without a fight.

“Don’t wake me up again.” Percy practically begged. “I just want to sleep.”

Sighing, Jason pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Yeah, I guess I could do that.”

thrakaboom  asked:

Dick in 🌹 >B)

(( ‘ Hanahaki disease’ is where you cough up flower petals because of your intense one-sided love. This is onesided DickWally/BirdFlash – and from the Teen Titans comics run, not Young Justice.))

“I’m sorry, Dick,” Zatanna said, an apologetic smile on her face. “The only thing we know about this curse is that it’s a ‘curse of best fit.’“ 

Dick furrowed his brows. He felt fine, for the most part, but he’d never been happy about confinement. He’d only been stuck in bed for an hour or two, but he was already restless. It didn’t help that he felt like he’d been put on bedrest for no real reason. 

The only difference he could really feel was the twisting of his insides, and the constant feeling that he was going to gag on something. By proxy, he wasn’t able to talk much, but that was only a side effect.

Still. The look on Zatanna’s face wasn’t reassuring. He swallowed down whatever was lodged in his throat, and forced out a thick, “Come again?”

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