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I Brought Soup

Originally posted by wrath-and-ruin

Raphael x Reader

I Brought Soup

Prompt: Hey there! I would love to read something about Raphael getting sick and his s/o wanting to take care of him. Would he be too proud? Or would he eventually give in and just enjoy the loving care? Of course only if nobody’s watching! ;D

Note: I actually had a dream about Raph last night, so here ya go. This turned out cuter than I had hoped :)

Warnings: None??

Word Count: 1105

Raph groaned as he adjusted himself on the couch. Somehow, he had caught a bug. A bad one. And while the big buff turtle was as tough as they came normally, as soon as he got a touch of sickness, he became nothing more than a big baby.

When you showed up to the lair, you had a care package tucked under your arm. Even with his blurry vision and pounding head, Raph still squinted to look at you. You were wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt, but you were still the most gorgeous person he had ever seen.

“Hey, Red. You feeling any better?”

“I am now.” His low voice was soft and hoarse.

“Oh hush,” You shook your head and tried to hide the embarrassing shade of red your cheeks had flushed to. Raph had a way of doing that to you, despite the fact that you were pretty sure he wasn’t into you. “I brought soup.” You held up a thermos and a spoon. He took it in one of his large green hands. “And tissues and a blanket and-”

“You’re too good to me.” Raph managed a tired smirk. He looked like his head was swimming, eyes unable to focus, breaths labored through a stuffed nose.

“And you, my green friend, are very, very sick.” You looked over to him. You had never seen him look so pathetic. “Why don’t you get some rest?”

“And what, miss spending quality time with ya?”

“Sleep, Raph. Now.”

“You’re hot when you’re bossy.”

“And you have no filter when you’re sick, apparently.”

“He really doesn’t.” Leo piped up from across the room. “Listen, thanks for coming to take care of him, (Y/N). We just can’t afford to get sick right now, but Don said you’d be immune to whatever he has so-”

“It’s no problem, Leo. Really.” You smiled. “It’s the least I could do.”

“Well, we’re headed out. If anything happens, don’t hesitate to call.” He and the other two left the lair, leaving you alone with Raph and Splinter, wherever the old rat had gotten off to.

“And then there were two,” Raph muttered. He ate a few spoonfuls of soup before setting it down for a while. “Sorry yer stuck on babysitting duty.”

“I don’t mind. I mean, you did save my life after all.”

“So we’re even?”

“Not even close.” You smirked. “I still owe you big time, Raphael.”

“After taking care of me a few hours, you won’t think so.” He chuckled to himself, leaning back against the pillows of his temporary nest. “I’ve been told I whine like a baby.”

“I have little siblings. I don’t think you could drive me away if you tried.”

“We’ll see about that.”

***

About thirty minutes after the guys left, Raph had drifted off into a nap. You learned very quickly that he snored like a chainsaw. This was an easy fix, as you had brought some headphones and a book to read in case something like this happened. You glanced up every few pages to make sure he was still out.

After a few hours, when you glanced up, Raph’s tired green eyes were fixed on you, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.

“Well good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” You tucked a bookmark into your book and set it on the table. Touching the back of your hand to his forehead confirmed your suspicions that the large terrapin had developed a fever. “You need something to get this fever down.”

“I knew you thought I was hot.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, Raphael, you are hot. You are running a fever. I’m gonna grab some meds.”

“You do that, gorgeous. I’ll be right here waiting.” You walked to Donnie’s lab, where he had labeled everything you needed and then returned to Raph to administer the proper meds. You handed him the pills and a bottle of water and then returned to your spot. “Thanks.”

“Need anything else?”

“I’m all set, Princess.”

“Alright then,” You opened up your book and continued to read.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Raph?”

“Can you come here?”

“Um, sure.” You set down your book once again and walked over to where Raph was lying on the couch. His sleepy, sleepy eyes melted your heart.

“Thanks for takin’ care ‘uh me.” His voice was hoarse from all of the coughing and snoring and sinus drainage. “I really appreciate it.” You leaned forward to press a kiss to his warm forehead.

“Any time, Red.”

Raph took one of your hands in his large green ones, admiring each tiny little finger. There were so many.

“Yer hands are so small…” he murmured. “Have ya always had this many fingers?”

“Yes, I have. Are you sure you’re alright? Maybe those meds are kicking in.”

“I’m fine.” He insisted. Suddenly, something occurred to him. “Are yer feet that small too?”

“I think you need some sleep, bud.”

“But-”

“Sleep. We can talk about foot size when you feel better, alright?”

“Fine…”

***

As soon as he was better, Raph avoided you for at least a week and a half. Every time he saw you, his cheeks flushed red and he left the room. You couldn’t help but laugh a little before returning to your latest book.

But he couldn’t avoid you forever, and you both knew it.

He came around eventually, settling on the couch beside you. The other half dipped under his weight. Raph let out a sigh. You only raised an eyebrow in amusement, waiting to hear what he would say.

“So uh…I realize my fever may have caused me to uh…act different.”

“Mmhmm…”

“So I uh, I’m sorry if I made ya uncomfortable and stuff.”

“You didn’t.”

“I didn’t?”

“No, Raph. I actually kind of appreciated the honesty. It was like for once there wasn’t this wall between us.”

“Wall?”

“You know, the unspoken wall that you put up to protect your fragile turtle feelings. I understand, believe me, but just so you know, I’ve lived in New York all of my life, so dating a giant turtle would hardly be the weirdest thing that’s happened to me.”

“What now?” He paused. “You’d date me?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“Yep.”

“So uh…”

“This is the wall I’m talking about.”

“I see it now.” He sort of chuckled awkwardly before pausing again. “Ya know, I never pegged ya as someone who’d date a giant mutant freak.”

“And I never pegged you as a freak in the first place.” You winked and got up to get a drink from the kitchen.

‘Huh,’ thought Raphael. ‘I might have to get sick more often.’

{Picture taken by Belle on the first day Gideon managed the store on his own. Belle was very sentimental.}
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In a perfect world the ‘Son’ in 'Gold and Son’ would be about Gideon.

He spent many a day in the shop with his mum and papa. Listening to an old music box with his papa and learning to read - while Rumplestiltskin looked on fondly -  with his mama.

Baby Gideon saying his first word in the shop though his first steps happened at home.

Toddler Gideon wanting to spend every minute he can in the shop as he wants to be just like his papa. He even had his very own uniform; one of Rumplestiltskin old shirts and tie - shrunken to accommodate Gideons little frame, even then the arms were too long and the tie reached his knees. He loved it though-  paired with trousers and the young Gold’s favourite pair of trainers. He once tried to copy his papa’ s infamous scowl but his adorable face couldn’t master it. “My boy, you dont want to scowl like your old papa, you have your mama’s smile.”

Child Gideon going to a selective few establishment's  - there were still a few people who disliked Rumplestiltskin, he just wanted to keep his boy safe - on rent day. When he had to do the 'bad’ houses, Gideon either spent the time in the town’s library with his mama or in Granny’s with Henry. The owner often provided free milkshakes for the young boys.

Teenager Gideon being trusted to run the  shop a few hours on his own, though Rumplestiltskin was never far away and nor was Belle. Of course they trusted him, they just didn’t trust Rumplestiltskin’s enemies  not to try anything.

Adult Gideon releshing in the fact that he got to run the pawn shop on a semi permanent basis - his papa still popped in every other day to do some shifts. He wouldn’t leave and Gideon didnt want him to, those moments were his favourite .

Gideon truly loved his papa, mama and the elder brother he never got to met.

💚

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He has a 99.99% chance of stealing yo girl

So I was talking with @queenalluring and @true-lab about how Hunk has no concept of personal space and we thought,,,,what if he just picks up the others out of nowhere all the time.

When he picks up Lance, he just kinda sinks into it because Hunk is his best friend and he’s comfortable with him.

When he picks up Pidge she’s just,,,,not fazed at all, she’ll keep on with whatever she happened to be doing beforehand.

When he picks up Keith, every time, without fail, he makes this strange cat screech. The first time it startled Hunk and he almost dropped Keith.

Lance didn’t think Hunk could pick up Shiro, but when he did Lance screamed and Shiro was like “WhaaAAT issSS HAaaAppEnNiNg?!”

When he picks up Allura at first she’s like “Oh” but then he lets her sit on his shoulder and she clasps her hands and smiles down at everyone below her.

When he picks up Coran he doesn’t even stay in Hunk’s arms, he immediately climbs up to stand on Hunk’s shoulders and yell “ONWARD MY BOY!” His balance is impeccable.

JIMIN x JHOPE SPAM BECAUSE:

Jhope can’t help but stare lovingly at jimin

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Jimin can turn shy …

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But he also adddooores Hoseok

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This pair is generous with fanservice

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They laugh together a lot

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And they put their arms around one another

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Soooo naturally

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They also jump into each others’ arms

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Even if Jimin doesn’t really enjoy it …

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They laugh at eachother at times

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and confort eachother when needed

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Somehow Jhope loves Jimin’s head *pat pat*

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But he dislikes the smell somehow

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He is obsessed with the idea of kissing Jimin

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Really … obsessed … 

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I mean look at Jimin, who wouldn’t ?!! (But Chimchim keeps hugging Hobi even when he make it seem like he wanna get away - Boy you better decide)

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Hobi is Jimini’s biggest fan

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He is more proud of Jimin’s abs than Jimin himself (Sarry if someone fainted here)

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He even declared his love

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And those stares

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I mean…

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THOSE stares

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Ended in something like this

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Then this

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And then OMG THIS (The”did their lips touch” is still a mistery)

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And now it is jimin who asks for more (He awoken the beast)

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And remember when Jimin gave us the best gift for valentines

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Or when Jhope who never gets angry got upset because Jimin got disrespected

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They easily make my day

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So I hope this post made yours too

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@mimibtsghost

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Just a thought….


Harry comes home and he’s visibly upset. About what, you’re not sure. He doesn’t say much. Barely says two words to you. No “hello” kiss. No tight hug where he buries his nose in your hair. Not one question asking about your day. When he walks past you with a grunt and not so much as a head nod, you know better than to confront him about it.

“M'goin’ to the loo. Need a shower.” Is all he says before you the sound of his boots echoing up the stairs. You debate whether or not to follow him until a few minutes later when you hear the water turn on.

You’ve been waiting on him for far longer than usual and it worries you.
When you walk upstairs and open the door, he’s standing with his head bowed down while the hot water beats down on him. His strong hands braced against the wall in front of him. Shoulders rising and falling quickly from his labored breathing. His head turns slightly toward you, he must have felt the chill from open door, but he doesn’t say a word or make a move to invite you in, but he doesn’t seem to want you to leave, either.

He looks lost and tired. Too tired to ask for what he might want or need from you. So you do the only thing you know how. Shutting the door behind you, you rid yourself of your clothes and you step in behind him. He doesn’t acknowledge you or move from his spot until he feels your arms circle around his middle and your cheek pressed between his shoulder blades. That’s when you feel his hands cradle yours and slide up your arms to pull you around to face him.

He knows you won’t push him to talk, so he takes what he really needs from you, himself. It’s that complete, all encompassing embrace. The one Where he can FEEL you squeezing him so he knows you’re really there. That’s all he’s wanted on nights when he’s been on tour for weeks and you’ve not been there after a hard day. One of those days when he needed the solace of your arms and your words and the only touch that could ease his mind. One of those days when a Skype session just won’t cut it.

He needs to FEEL you. Have your hands clinging to his back. Your lips pressing over and over into his chest until you can feel his heartbeat slow down and his breathing even out. His arms lift from his sides and wrap around your shoulders, holding you closer than maybe he ever has. But still you don’t push, you just nuzzle in closer because you love him and you hurt when he hurts.

When you finally feel his body relax under your fingertips and you hear a deep exhale from his lungs, you know he’s back. His lips leave a trail from your forehead to your temple and onto your cheek. When you lift your head to gaze at him, it’s then that he opens his mouth. You think he might be about to tell you what’s wrong, but…. “I love you.” is all that comes out. He could tell you what had been bothering him, but by then, he knows you’ve already fixed it.

A partial list of amazing things tonight
  • Team DID YOU KNOW HE’S MY BEST FRIEND scoring both goals
  • Sidney “too busy taking a selfie with my teammates to accept the Conn Smythe” Crosby
  • Geno bouncing on the bench and knocking his teammates over in excitement before the game was even won
  • Kuni with his arms around a crying Hörny watching as his best friend scored the insurance goal
  • Hainsey having the biggest cinderella playoffs story, 16 years playing pro and getting handed the cup first in his first ever playoffs
  • “Super Rookie” Jake Guentzel with all his playoff records and ties
  • Olli “Fuck Yeah!!” on national television Määttä
  • Chris “Undrafted” Kunitz being the only current player with FOUR CUPS
  • Matt “He’s meant everything to me” Murray getting the cup from Flower who lifted the cup with the full pride of his 9/16 wins
  • Geno almost dropping the cup
  • The team not being able to decide how many fingers they should hold up for the photo
  • Sidney not holding any up, just holding onto Geno and the Cup
  • Daley “he’s on another planet” loving on his Captain and teammates
  • Hags blessing us with a repeat of last year’s selfie demonstrating for us all once again that:
  • PHIL KESSEL IS A STANLEY CUP CHAMPION^2
  • Hörny’s warcry in Sid’s face as they hold the cup over their heads and the team screams with them
  • Geno egging his friends on to completely drench Phil in champagne
  • BACK TO BACK CHAMPIONS, first in 20 years, and on the 100th season of the NHL
Shivers

Group: BTS

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Summary: When you’re angry Yoongi turns the air conditioner up so you cuddle up to him.

Genre: fluff

Length: 0.8k

A/N: i don’t feel the cold so this wouldn’t effect me

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

“Don’t look at me like that,” you sighed crossing your arms over your chest as you sat on the sofa, moving as far away from Yoongi as possible. He let out a heavy sigh before he stood and walked away, as you called after him, “bye asshole.”

He scoffed head peeking out from the kitchen, black fringe splayed across his head as he pushed it back, “Love you too princess.” Your heart fluttered before you forced your face back into a scowl as you stared at the movie that was playing, vibrant colours throwing shadows on your face as Yoongi leant against the doorframe watching you with a small smile on his face. As he looked at your profile and knew what he had to do to get you to forgive him.

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isak and even lying in their bed, even’s arm wrapped around him as isak uploads the picture, and isak not finding the pansexual flag emoji as he types the caption, and saying “hm, that sucks”, and even replying “it’s alright”. and after a few seconds, isak exclaiming “no, wait!as he selects those three hearts specifically. and even squeezing him just a little more tightly, a big smile spreading across his face. and even kissing isak’s temple and saying “i love you, you know? i’m so proud of you”, and isak publishing the picture and putting his phone away and then tilting his head up, telling even “love you too, and i’m also so, so proud of you”

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“It’s, um, Peter, right?”

Peter’s head snapped up at the sound of his name. Kind of shocked to see [Y/N] standing in front of him and Ned, he lost his grip on the table. Catching himself before he fell face first into their project, he cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, that’s me. Peter….”

“Nice, dude.” Ned snickered. 

Flashing his friend a dirty look, he quickly turned back towards [Y/N]. She was awkwardly standing in front of their workshop table, he could sense that she was a bit nervous. “Did you need something?” He asked with a smile. 

[Y/N]’s cheeks turned a little tinge of pink, something that had never happened to Peter. He had never made a girl blush before. Looking down at her feet, she bit her lip. “Yeah, actually I do. Um, well, how do I put this.” She looked back up at Peter’s confused expression. “I’m about to fail this class.”

“No fucking way.” Ned gasped, “You’re like the smartest girl in this school.” 

Peter clenched his jaw, closing his eyes. “Ned.” He warned. 

Ned shrugged, “What? She is. I don’t think she’s ever failed a class. It’s just shocking, that’s all.” 

Peter shook his head, giving Ned a look to shut up. Turning to face [Y/N] again, he gently raised a brow. “And you need me to?” 

Taking a deep breath, she pointed to Ned, “I actually failed Spanish in middle school by the way but,” looking at Peter, she exhaled in defeat. “not trying to exploit your mechanical genius or anything but Mr. Harding said if I can come up with at least three projects that can move, speak, and think on its own, he won’t fail me and give me a passing grade.” Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she bit her lip. “I’ve come up with the first two…kind of, not really but the last one I can’t seem to figure out. And I was wondering if you could help….me.” 

Ned’s eyes widened as he smiled. Slapping Peter on the back, he cheered out. “OF course he can!”

[Y/N] gave Ned a peculiar look, “I appreciate you speaking for Peter, Ned. But, it’s not your time that I’d be wasting. I’m completely helpless when it comes to wiring. I just don’t understand.”

Peter watched her babble on about her inability to mechanically engineer things. He couldn’t help but smile, she was kind of cute when she panicked. She was one of those girls that never talked much outside her circle of friends and seemed unbelievably shy. He could relate to her. 

“I’ll do it.” Peter said, cutting off her ramble of paying him too. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms, smiling. “You don’t have to pay me. We can trade services. I help you with your project and you help me study for the History exam.” 

Her eyes lit up, “Really?”

Nodding, “Yeah, definitely.”

Reaching into her totebag, she tore a piece of paper from her notebook and scribbled down her number. “You seriously have no idea how much this means to me, Peter!” Handing him her number, she gave a shy smile. “Just, uh, um, text me whenever you figure out your schedule and I’ll rearrange mine.” Backing up slowly, she started to blush again, “I should get back, my partner’s probably wondering where I am.” 

Peter looked down at the number and smiled. “Yeah, I’ll text you after school.” Sticking in his pocket, he looked back down at his project.

Ned leaned in, “Dude, did that just happen?” 

“Shut up, Ned.” Peter rolled his eyes. 

“No seriously, did it? Because I’m pretty sure that it didn’t. [Y/N] is like the most underrated girl in our school. She’s so pretty that she doesn’t even know she’s pretty.” 

Squinting his eyes, Peter looked at Ned, “What does that even mean?” 

Squeezing his arm, Ned squealed out. “It means you have a chance dude.” 

Peter shook his head and glanced across the room. He chuckled silently at [Y/N] desperately trying to understand what her partner was telling her. Ned had a point, she was extremely pretty and he could bet she didn’t even know her worth. Looking back down at their open wires, he shrugged, “Yeah maybe.” 

“Nice.” Bumping Peter to do their little hand shake, Ned whispered. “Liz Allen who, whaaat?” 


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must’ve been born with two right feet

Nursey doesn’t usually go to these things alone. He can usually find a date - or at least a friend - to make everything a little less awkward. This is Jack and Bitty’s wedding, though, which means that all of his friends are already here. It also means that the only person he would want to bring as a date is already here, too, looking unfairly dapper in his grey suit.

He’s jumping around on the dance floor with Chowder and Farmer when the DJ announces that she’s switching over to a slow song, and he ducks out to sit down at the table.

He doesn’t mind sitting and watching the couples dancing, Chowder lifting Farmer off her feet to spin her around, Ransom with his face tucked into Holster’s neck, Jack leaning down so his forehead rests on Bitty’s, but he’s spent the whole damn day fantasizing about what might’ve been if he had the balls to just ask -

“Do you want to dance?”

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low-key cackling at the image of Isak and the boy squad out and about at a party in Oslo or something and Even is labeled DD/sober companion for these dumbasses and the boys just get so wasted. And they are like kittens that keep wandering out of Even’s line of sight- specifically Isak. So what’s a guy to do? He has to keep track of his wayward boyfriend right? So he finds a piece of cardboard and a marker and writes “If Lost Please Return to Even Bech Neishem” and then under it (tall, blonde Elvis, too sober for this). And then pins it on Isak’s shirt with some girl’s earing (bless her, she was dealing with her own boyfriend’s drunken shenanigans). All of this done with minimal grumbling from Isak, thank god.

So he send Isak on his merry way and tries to find Magnus, who he can hear butchering We Are The Champions somewhere in the far corners of the party. Time passes and Even strikes up a conversation with a nice American tourist who was staying at a hostel near by. As they are chatting about green energy or food or something, who really knows, someone taps Even on the shoulder are you Even? to which Even nods and accepts a hundred pounds of drunk giggling boy. hi there, Even will say,  throwing an arm around Isak’s hips. Isak of course will just cuddle up to him.

And then Even blinks because the sign he had written for Isak has some colorful new additions to his identification traits. Written in borrowed lipstick (clearly by Isak’s own had because the spelling was atrocious) big dik, hadr abs, nce lips are now residing just under the ‘too sober for this’. Even will start laughing his ass off and excuses both of them from the nice American’s company, ready to get his boy home. (and maybe frame the sign for their apartment.)

I’m feeling a loneliness so deep in my bones that it could never be shaken. No amount of meaningful conversations on the front porch in June could change the way that I feel: completely alone. Even when you wrap your arms around me, and the whispering scent of pines and cigarettes cling to my skin after you let go, I only feel this empty longing.
—  antisentiments, It’s only 5:30pm, but my life has become midnight.

theloweels  asked:

CONNORxEVAN HEADCANNONS MY FRIEND (LOVE U)

FRIEND. TREE  BROS ARE MY SHIT. I’M PLANNING A SERIES AROUND THEM.

TREE BROS HCS:

  • Connor and Evan are both problematic so most of their dates involve being away from the public eye, little secret getaways
  • They get rained down during of their getaway dates and Connor offers Evan his hoodie. Because how cute is Evan in Connor’s hoodie? 
  • Evan likes to play with Connor’s hair while Connor is laying on his lap, sketching something. 
  • The actually have a favorite band in common and its (idk pine grove, its a group that gets me in the mood to write for tree bros/connor)
  • Connor tutors Evan in English and feeds him between sessions
  • when Connor cooks he leaves leftovers for Mrs. Hansen, she smirks because thats how she knows Connor has been around
  • Connor still writes on Evan’s arm even after his cast is taken off. He doodles and leaves notes. Whenever Evan gets anxious or worried, he can look at them and it gives him peace of mind. He’ll see connor again soon
  • CONNOR AND EVAN DO NOT CURE EACH OTHER BUT THEY HELP EACH OTHER COPE WITH THEIR PROBLEMS AND COME TO TERMS WITH THE FACT THEY HAVE THESE THINGS BUT THAT DOESN’T MAKE THEM ANY LESS WORTHY OF LOVE AND HAPPINESS *WAILS*

remember that time? → inspired by this post by @vrepit-sals

“God,” says Lance with a laugh, leaning further back into the sofa, “Do you remember the first time Hunk corrected Iverson in class?”

Hunk smiles a little proudly, and Pidge bounces in her seat, pointing at Lance with a gasp. Keith is silent, but watches them fondly as they chatter, unconsciously finding himself paying more attention to Lance’s toothy smile and slightly tussled hair than the topic in question.

“Yes!” Pidge hisses, “Quiznak, I can’t believe I forgot about that! Hands down the best day of my life.”

Keith smiles from where he’s sitting, crosslegged and barefoot for once on the couch next to Pidge, chin resting on his propped up hand as he listens to the others reminisce about the Garrison. He doesn’t remember much from his days there; mostly because a great deal of it was monotonous, but he does remember the incident in question. 

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Imagine Isak and Sana and Even, all sitting at the table in Evak’s new kitchen. 

When they went to IKEA Even suggested a smaller one, so they could have more space in the kitchen and 

“Baby! We need to be able to dance!”

but Isak lowkey hoped they were going to be the place where all his friends wanted to go to chill. To be the place they all somehow thought of as home. He went so long not knowing where he belonged that he wanted to share this warm and safe place he knew his home with Even would be.

So, he insisted on a bigger table, which as it turns out was a great decision which of course Isak tells Even more than once, because right now there are piles of chemistry text books, notes and technical equipment spread on it. Even is working on some film project with his laptop and Sana is explaining what she wrote to Isak because 

“Sana, you have the worst handwriting for a girl”

which earns him a poke in his ribs with a pencil from Even who didn’t even look up and says 

“That’s sexist”

which of course has him rolling his eyes and Sana just nodding smugly, dimple-smile and all.

And later they will all cozy up on their couch and watch something on their small TV while munching on some pizza

“Veggi for you, Sana, right?”

Isak had asked while dialing the local pizza place, returning the genuine smile that spread over Sana’s face and added

“Mahdi found it when we were unpacking. It’s pretty great!”

And even later than that, 20:41 to be exact, when Sana’s phone alarm rings, Even nudges her with the Arm he has draped over Isak’s shoulders and tells her

“You can pray in our bedroom if you want privacy, we’ll pause the movie”