why did i forget the gloves

GOT7 / Their S/O is always cold

Request: Can I ask for Got7 reaction to their S/O having really cold hands and feet or more of a like their S/O gets cold very easily? I know it’s a very typical one but I really wanna see how you will approach this. Thank you 💛            

thank you @eve976 for this request! I hope you enjoy!! 💕

WARNING: there’s a whole lot of fluff


Originally posted by ceohan

Mark knew your hands got cold easily, which is why you had to wear gloves every day unless it was really hot outside. Mark may have even known this better than you because you tended to always leave your gloves at home whenever you went out. And although he wasn’t there to physically see you forget your gloves, he just knew you did.

Which is why, every morning you were greeted by the same exact text message from him.

           “Good morning, love. It’s cold out (but then again, it’s always cold for you 😜 ) so please don’t forget to dress warmly. And wear a scarf. And don’t forget your gloves. I love you!”

At first, you kept replying, “ok mom 😂” to texts like that, feeling like he was scolding you like a child. But later you got used to it. And if some days Mark forgot or simply didn’t have the time to send a text like that, you’d realize how truly important those texts were.

A few hours later, he would always call, apologizing.

“Where are you?” he would ask. “You forgot your gloves, didn’t you?”

“Um, kind of,” you’d reply awkwardly.

“Okay, stay where you are,” Mark would say, feeling as if it was his fault he didn’t remind you. “I’ll be right there with your gloves and a hot beverage.”


Originally posted by mancrushallweek

Whenever you were sleeping, you tended to unconsciously hog all of the blankets and wrap yourself in them so you wouldn’t be cold. The first few times this happened, Jaebum was genuinely amused, even if he had to stay under a thin sheet the whole night. The next few times, however, he tried to be smart about this, and once you fell asleep in the mountain of blankets, he went out of the bed and got himself an extra blanket from the closet… only, a few hours later, you pulled that off of him, too.

Finally, not wanting to freeze himself, he came up with a different idea. Right when you were about to fall asleep and start stealing the blankets, he wrapped himself around you tightly, waking you up in the process.

“Jesus Christ, Jaebum, what are you doing?” you gasped.

“I’m warming you up,” he said, snuggling into your back and using one of his hands to throw the blankets on top of you both. “Fair warning though, I’m not letting you go until the morning.”

And he wasn’t kidding. For the first time in your life, instead of shivering once you opened your eyes, you woke up sweating and almost suffocating from the warmth of the blankets on you, and Jaebum’s body next to yours. And you had to admit, waking up like this was so much better than unwrapping yourself from the blanket burrito that you made at night, and still feeling cold.


Originally posted by got7hoe

You were 80% convinced that Jackson never felt cold. Whenever you were out in cold weather and you realized your jacket wasn’t warm enough, he was ready to take off his own jacket and give it to you, even if it meant that he’d be stuck walking in short sleeves in winter. And he didn’t seem to care about that in the slightest.

“You’ll catch a cold,” you told him when he started to unzip his jacket to give it to you.

“Fantastic,” Jackson replied with a smirk.

“How is you being sick fantastic?” you asked, confused, as he took his jacket off and placed it on your shoulders, despite your protests.

“Because you’ll be there taking care of me the whole time,” he replied. “And having you around me 24/7 is really all I want in life.”

“You don’t have to be sick in order for that to happen,” you said, quietly.

Jackson smiled widely, and placed a hand on your shoulders, bringing you closer to him as the two of you made your way home.

“I love you,” he said. “And I would rather catch a cold myself than watch you get sick.”

“How about none of us catch a cold?” you suggested.

“That does sound fun,” Jackson agreed.

You laughed. “Let’s jog home.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Y/n, you hate running.”

“I hate seeing you wear just a t-shirt in this weather more,” you said, already walking at a faster pace and dragging him with you. “Come on.”

Shaking his head with a smile and quickly catching up to you so he could give you a quick kiss, Jackson agreed with your idea, and soon enough, the two of you were running down the city, laughing loudly, like a pair of lunatics.


Originally posted by sxy-jmn

He loved holding your hands. It started even before you were dating. Actually, you could recall him already holding your hand the first time you met, at the backstage of his concert. He had accidentally touched you and jumped away at the feeling of your cold skin.

“Are you cold?” he had asked, grabbing your hand to check again. “Okay, you definitely are.”

“Sorry, my hands just tend to always be cold,” you replied awkwardly, while he held your hand between his tighter.

“That must suck,” he said. “Do you have anyone to warm them for you?”

Seeing through his subtlety, you smiled at him, feeling your cheeks turn red. “No.”

“Okay,” he nodded, secretly pleased with your answer. “Let’s go get you some coffee to warm you up even more.”

And he held hands with you all the way to the café on the first floor of the venue that they were performing in. He didn’t even let it go while he bought the hot beverages for you guys. And he didn’t let it go when you sat down at the table, at the very corner of the café, to drink them.

And two years later, he still hadn’t let go. Ironically, the two of you were sitting in the same exact café, paper cups of coffee in front of you both, and your hands – as always – in his.

“What were you thinking about?” Jinyoung asked, noticing the dreamy expression on your face.

“I just remembered how we met,” you admitted.

Jinyoung looked away for a moment, remembering the moment, too.

“We were here, weren’t we?” he asked then, a smile spreading across his face. “I still remember holding your hand for the first time. I think, as soon as I touched you, I knew I wanted to be the one to always warm you up.”

“You’ve been very successful at that,” you told him, smiling, too.

Jinyoung squeezed your hand. “And I intend to keep on being successful.”


Originally posted by got7ish

The fact that you got cold easily was the perfect excuse for him to cuddle you whenever he felt like it.

And it didn’t matter that it was summer and you’ve only mumbled, “wow, the AC is definitely on in this room” under your breath, indicating that you were a little bit uncomfortable in this well-ventilated room. Youngjae, however, took this as a sign that you were cold, and quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind, taking you off guard.

“What are you—” you started but then realized and laughed softly. “I’m not that cold, Jae. You should go back to the guys.”

“And risk you catching a cold?” Youngjae answered, resting his head on your shoulder. “No way. That’s against the law.”

You laughed again. “What law?”

“The law that says that my job, as your boyfriend, is to protect you and keep you warm at all times,” he answered.

“So, you’re basically a blanket?”

Youngjae laughed. “Yeah, I guess I’m your blanket.”


Originally posted by kunpimuak

He was really concerned when you got cold. And you tended to get cold a lot. If during the first few months of dating, BamBam didn’t realize that, he learned that about you later. So, every time before going out with you, he’d stop to look at what you were wearing.

“You look beautiful,” he’d say, as always. “But please grab a sweater, just in case, okay?”

“Babe, it’s twenty degrees,” you replied. “I’ll be hot.”

“First of all, you are hot,” he said with a smirk. “Second of all, no excuses. It might be cold for you in the restaurant. And I’m not telling you to put it on, just bring it with you.”

“Fine,” you sighed, heading back to your room to quickly pick out a sweater.

And (un)surprisingly, BamBam was right. It was cold in the restaurant. You felt your skin start to shiver within the first few minutes inside.

When you grabbed the sweater from the back of your chair, BamBam became concerned again.

“You’re cold?” he leaned in closer to you to whisper.

“Yeah,” you said. “That’s why I’m putting the sweater on.”

“I can ask the manager to turn the AC off,” BamBam told you with a straight face.

You laughed quietly. “You can’t turn the AC off in the whole restaurant just because I’m cold.”

BamBam looked at you as if you had just told him that the Earth was flat.

“I can do anything for you,” he said matter-of-factly.

You watched him for a few seconds, your heart beating faster all of a sudden. “I love you.”

“I love you t—”

“Oh, for the love of God,” Jinyoung’s voice interrupted you two, and you were forced to turn back to the rest of the group that was having dinner with you. “You do this every time we go out.”

“Do what?” BamBam asked, clueless.

“Get lost in your own world,” Jinyoung explained. “Get all cuddly and cute on us. Bleugh.”

You and BamBam didn’t say anything, just exchanged smiles and carried on with the dinner. Soon enough, you felt his hand on your thigh, squeezing it. He looked at you with the same concern obvious in his eyes. He didn’t ask you anything, but you knew he was wondering if you were okay. You gave him a small nod, and he nodded back before turning to look at the guys again, not removing his hand from your leg.


Originally posted by chattyang

The first time you shared a bed, Yugyeom gasped when he felt how cold your feet were. When you told him that this happened every time, he didn’t believe you. But later, as your relationship progressed, he realized that you weren’t lying.

Despite not having a high tolerance for cold either, Yugyeom simply couldn’t let you fall asleep until you warmed up.

He would always hug you as tight as he could when you were in bed and entangle your bodies together so that your feet were between his legs. He didn’t release you all through the night and kept placing random kisses on your face and neck until you drifted off.

Eventually, he got so used to sleeping like that, that even in the summer, when the air in the room was hot, he still insisted on holding you and kissing you until you fell asleep.

“Yugyeom, seriously,” you’d tell him, feeling him wrap his arms around you in bed. “I’m not cold.”

“Yes, you are,” he would reply. “Your feet are cold.”

“They always are. I’m used to that.”

“I’m not,” he said, although he was with you for over two years and knew very well that your feet were always cold. “I’ll let you go when I know you’re warm if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to let me go, I just don’t want you to feel the need to stay awake long enough for me to warm up,” you replied.

“But I love doing that,” Yugyeom said, hugging you tighter. “I love knowing that I’m the reason you’re no longer cold.”

Bruised Hearts and Bloody Knuckles

Collab with the incredibly awesome @texting-bangtanbts

Y/N Pov

Sweat dripped off your face, occasionally mingling with a tear as the two droplets mixed together and left tracks on your face. The gym was essentially empty, especially considering it was almost midnight, aside from the employees and the one middle aged man on the opposite side of the room. You were lucky that this particular gym stayed open until midnight on the weekends. Lena cast a concerned glance your way every ten minutes or so, or rather whenever she looked up from her paperwork at the front desk. You had been there for several hours, stopping only when you absolutely needed water or a rest, and the young woman was beginning to worry for you. The music was turned down low, a soft hum, overpowered by the satisfying thud of your gloves against the leather bag hanging in front of you. Jab, cross, uppercut, hook, hook, uppercut. You chanted in your head repeatedly, your body following through the motions as you repeatedly punched the bag in front of you. The massive black bag swung slightly from the power with which you hit it, and you became so focused on beating the shit out of it that you stopped paying attention to anyone and anything around you. 

How could you be so stupid? Jab, cross, uppercut, hook, hook, uppercut. How could he be so stupid? Jab, cross, uppercut, hook, hook, uppercut. The events from earlier that day flashed and swirled behind your eyes, reminding you of the text messages that started it all. The way that he had completely disregarded how you would feel. Gritting your teeth, you swung at the bag harder, panting with effort. With a jolt, the bag swung backwards from the force of your hit, and you reached forward to grab it, resting your sweaty forehead against the leather and closing your eyes to take a breath. You took several shallow breaths, swallowing thickly to take in more air. There was absolutely no point in being angry. Even after years of being friends, Taehyung still couldn’t figure out that you liked him. You thought that by this point it would be obvious, considering every time he went on a date or talked about another girl you got a bit jealous. It was childish yes, but you couldn’t believe he still hadn’t figured it out.

A fresh wave of anger rolled over you as you remembered what he had said this time. “Princess syndrome” he had called it. Ignoring the protests from your legs and arms, you let go of the bag and sank back into your stance, rolling your neck and shoulders as you got ready to start your next round of punches. You took a deep breath before resuming your assault of the leather bag in front of you, brows furrowing in concentration, knuckles rubbing against the insides of the gloves despite wearing wraps.

“I didn’t know you boxed.” A deep voice spoke, startling you slightly as you went to deliver a cross. You chuckled dryly at his comment.

“I guess there’s a lot you don’t know about me Taehyung.” You replied, a hint of bitterness lacing your words. If he noticed it, he didn’t say anything. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him standing there, arms crossed as he watched you. Damn him. Why the hell did he always have to look so fucking attractive? You were supposed to be mad at him and then he shows up looking like a damn model. Shaking your head at your own thoughts, you delivered a particularly strong hook to the punching bag in front of you, the sound music to your ears. “How’d you find me anyway? I doubt you did it by yourself.”

Taehyung clenched his jaw ignoring the obvious jab at him, gritting his teeth before answering.

“Jimin.” Was all the boy said, his eyes locked on your figure as you landed blow after blow on the bag in front of you. You looked tired, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. He could see it by the way your shoulders seemed to sag more and more after each punch.

“Bastard.” You muttered, cursing your other best friend under your breath between pants.

“Why did he know and not me?” Taehyung asked, failing to hide the slight edge in his voice. As if he realized how his question sounded he added quickly, “Or the rest of the boys for that matter.” You grinned to yourself, recalling how Jimin had discovered that you were a boxer. Grabbing the swinging leather bag, you smirked at the boy beside you.

“Who else do you think taught him?” You quirked your eyebrow teasingly, momentarily forgetting you were mad at the boy next to you. Taehyung’s eyebrows raised in surprise, recalling how Jimin had decided to try boxing before their Danger MV. Something about a more accurate portrayal. Even after the video was done, he had kept up with it. The others had always assumed it was simply because he liked it, but now Taehyung realized that it was because of you. It was simply a bonding activity with one of your best friends.

Staring at the boy in front of you, you finally took a moment to really take in his appearance. He was wearing a beanie, something that you felt should be illegal, and was dressed in his usual model-esque fashion. Clenching your jaw, you stopped yourself. You were mad at him, you reminded yourself. Eyes hardening, you angled your body back toward the bag and were readying yourself to punch again when a large hand grabbed your wrist stopping the motion of your arm. Your eyes trailed from the soft hand that had your wrist firmly in its grip, up to the brown eyes you had come to care for so much. Your lips parted slightly in shock at the situation you had found yourself in.

“Can we talk?” He asked you sincerely, his eyes searching yours for answers. You bit the inside of your cheek before you pulled your wrist from his hold, him easily letting you go.

“What’s there to talk about Tae?” You asked him, not meeting his eyes as you undid removed your hand from his grip, pulling your arms into your chest.

“Y/N, come on. We need to talk about what happened in the Group Chat today.” Taehyung said, making no move to stop you again as you returned to your punching combination.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You replied shrugging at his words as you delivered a solid right hook to the bag.

“You blowing up at me is nothing to you?” Taehyung scoffed in disbelief. You tensed and shot him a glare.

“That’s not what I said.” You grit out, eyes blazing as fresh waves of anger and jealousy rolled over you. Taehyung scoffed again, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at you.

“Oh really? Because that’s what it sounds like you said.” His words snapped something inside of you. With a frustrated and guttural groan, you slammed your fist into the bag in front of you. Taehyung stiffened in surprise at your actions, you had never seemed this angry, or violent for that matter, before.

“That’s just it! You never fucking hear what I say!” You glared at the boy in front of you, your E/C eyes meeting his warm brown ones, the fire slowly freezing over and turning your glare cold. Not waiting for a reply you spun on your heel and stalked over to the bench where your bag sat, unstrapping the leather boxing gloves and throwing them on the ground.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Taehyung threw his hands in the air exasperated, following you over to the bench, an irritated expression gracing his usually jubilant features. You rolled your eyes at his ignorance.

“Oh! And let’s not forget what you said to me. ‘Princess syndrome’ I believe is what you called it, oh and petty and stupid too.” You sneered, reaching down to grab your previously discarded gloves and throw them inside your gym bag.

“Hey! You blew up at me for no reason first. Remember?” Taehyung retorted, his deep voice not holding any of its usual warmth. You froze at his words. Did he really have no idea why you reacted the way that you did?

“You really don’t get it… do you.” You mumbled, the break in your voice barely audible as you gingerly ran your fingers over your raw and reddened knuckles, turning to face him. Despite being wrapped, your several hour-long stint with the punching bag had left the tops of your knuckles red and raw, and a few of them were bleeding slightly. In hind sight, you probably shouldn’t have spent the first half an hour with the bag sans gloves, but you were in such an emotional rage that you didn’t care at the time.

“Damn it Y/N!” Taehyung slapped his hand against the wall next to him, causing you to jump slightly. He looked down at you, his height advantage, although small, making him even more intimidating. His eyes were blazing in anger and annoyance, but upon seeing you flinch they immediately softened. Dropping his hand, he followed your eyes to your knuckles, swearing under his breath. He reached for your hand slowly, but you drew your hands back into your chest.

“Don’t.” You told him softly, still not meeting his eyes as you slowly began to unwrap your fists. The anger he had felt previously now mingled with the feeling of hurt that had blossomed inside of him. First you hadn’t told him about what was obviously a large part of your life, and now you wouldn’t even let him help you.

“Why? What the hell did I do? Huh Y/N? What did I do?” Taehyung fired off his questions at you, his voice rising with each statement. You glared at him eyes blazing.

“You really don’t know?” You asked him, your voice barely a whisper. Although if you listened closely, you would be able to hear the note of sorrow that was buried beneath your words. Taehyung looked at you bewildered.

“If I knew, we wouldn’t be having this conversation!” He exclaimed, running his hand through his light brown hair in frustration. You looked at the boy in front of you. Even when he was angry he was undeniably beautiful. From his hair to his boxy smile that you adored so much. To the times that the two of you sat on the couch for hours binge-watching Anime. To the times that he had come to tell you all about a date that he went on. He was clueless about how much you cared about him. He had no idea how much it hurt when he ranted and raved about a date, how whenever he talked about how hot a girl was you would look her up on social media and compare yourself. How it felt like a knife in your chest whenever he came home from a date with a huge smile on his face.

“Why did I have to fall in love with an idiot?” You mumbled to yourself, not noticing the way that Taehyung’s shoulders tensed at your words. As soon as you realized that you had said your thoughts out loud your fingers stopped idly unwrapping your wrists and your eyes snapped up to meet his. The two of you stood wide-eyed and frozen for a moment before anyone spoke.

“What did you say?” Tae stuttered, his husky voice wavering in shock. You shook your head rapidly.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t get hurt anymore. I fucking can’t Tae.” You responded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He knew. He fucking knew. Your friendship was over. The two of you stood staring at each other for a moment in silence before Taehyung turned around and walked away. Your eyes glazed over in tears and you sank down to the floor, forgetting about the rawness of your knuckles and your half-undone wraps, drawing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. You took shaky breaths as you sat on the gym floor. Your skin was salty with dried sweat and your face was now streaked with tears as your shoulders shook, heaving with each sob.

Without warning, someone gently took your half-unwrapped fist in their hand and continued to unwrap it. At first you assumed it was Lena, but the hands were too large, and far too warm to belong to your friend. Your spine stiffened and you slowly removed your head from its place nestled between your knees. Taehyung was crouched in front of you, gingerly unwrapping your fist, his gaze trained intently on your raw knuckles. As the wrap dropped to the floor, you watched mesmerized as the boy in front of you reached beside him to grab the wet towel he had brought over and sat on the bench, using it to dab softly at the raw skin.

The two of you sat in silence as he cleaned and wrapped your knuckles with a roll of gauze he must have gotten from the front desk. After securing the wrapping on your right fist he brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your hand. You stared at Taehyung, your mouth dropping open slightly. He smiled his boxy smile, the one that you loved so much, at your expression.

“Why did I have to fall in love with an idiot?” He asked you softly glancing down at your now bandaged fists pointedly. You opened and closed your mouth at his words, as Taehyung’s eyes were trained on you.

“I…” You trailed off, “I thought you left.” You admitted pulling your hand up to wipe the streaks of tears from your cheek. Taehyung softly grabbed your hand, moving it to the side before he used his large hand to cup the side of your face, thumb wiping away a stray tear.

“I’m sorry for what I said.” He muttered softly to you as you unconsciously leaned into his palm. You gave him a half smile.

“I’m sorry I blew up at you…” Your voice trailed off as you bit your lip trying to regain control of your emotions. Taking a shaky breath, you looked over Taehyung’s shoulder, focusing your gaze on the one of the punching bags suspended over the gym floor. “Every time you talk about a date, or a girl, it felt like someone was punching me in the chest. I would compare myself every chance I got, trying to understand what was so great about them.” You chucked dryly, shaking your head at yourself, “I know its petty and stupid.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry that I didn’t say anything to you earlier. Fuck, I’m sorry that I didn’t notice how upset you got whenever I talked about a date.” The deep voice of the boy in front of you drew your eyes back to him. He glanced down at your hands shaking his head in disappointment and disgust. “And now you’re hurt because I was a dick and you decided to take out all of your emotions on a punching bag.” You quirked the corner of your lips at his words.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I box.” You said sheepishly. Tae looked at you in disbelief, your eyes widening as he threw back his head and laughed.

“How about we make it up to each other.” He suggested, a soft smile overtaking his features, watching you intently as he spoke, “Over dinner? Tonight?” You bit your lip as you stared at the boy you loved, his smile growing at your answer.

           “It’s a date.”

So this is the first imagine that I’ve ever written and posted somewhere so I hope you all enjoy it. And a huge huge thank you to the talented @texting-bangtanbts for making the awesome texts!

Dear Evan Hansen QnA
  • Does anybody have a map: What hopes do you have for the future?
  • Waving through a window: When do you feel most alone?
  • For forever: What would be- in your opinion -the perfect day?
  • Sincerely me: Write a letter to someone you wish you were friends with.
  • Requiem: What's something you want to remember, and something you wish you could forget?
  • If I could tell her: Write something you wish you could tell someone but probably never will without any context.
  • Disappear: Have you ever wanted to be invisible and why?
  • You will be found: The most uplifting thing someone has ever done for/to you?
  • To break in a glove: Name one thing you never opened/used
  • Only us: Is it better to tune out the world or work with it?
  • Good for you: When did you feel the most guilty and why?
  • Words fail: Whats something you wish you hadn't done?
  • So big/so small: Name your favorite bonding moment with one/both of your parents.
  • Finale: Name a turning point in your life.
  • [BOUNUS]:
  • The most amazing trees: What's your favorite tree?
  • You scribble stars on the cuffs of your jeans: Name something you do when you're bored.
  • Tap tap tapping on the glass: Name one way you would try to get someones attention.
  • So you got what you always wanted: Name something you wanted badly but once you got it you wished you hadn't worked so hard for it.
  • All we see is sky, for forever: Whats something that makes you smile every time you see it?

Part Two

Summary: Here’s part one, if you missed it: Part One

Fic Type: Eric Coulter x Reader, Tattoo Artist!Reader, smut

Warnings: strong language, smut, unprotected sex (assume reader is on the pill; wrap it before you tap it, kids), kinky af

Author’s Note: Wow. Okay. So, The Challenge: Part 1 was really successful, and a bunch of people like it, apparently. So here’s Part Two and a whole lotta smut. (I’ve only written smut like twice before this so please don’t kill me if this sucks.)

Also: I know that tattoos need to be covered and cared for, but since this occurs in the future we are just going to pretend that you get the tat and you’re good, m’kay?

Keep reading

CREATURE FEAR (chapter 1/?) | ice, circa season 10 | s/o to the wonderful @kateyes224 for her word prompt(s) | see ao3 for a/n 

summary: Welcome to the top of the world. Please enjoy your stay.

This is their glacial thaw in the modern era. It is D.C. spring and his feet up on the office desk despite the protest of his knees. He smiles when she knocks on the open office door before coming in. 

This the ironically earth-bound slowness of them. She’s balancing coffee with one hand and deleting emails with another. The basement is losing its bleached smell, or she’s becoming accustomed to it. It used to matter to her, the difference between real change and careful self-delusion. Now, she breathes in deep.

“The world is melting, Scully.”

Monday morning, and he’s armed with the apocalypse.

“I watch CNN,” she says. “But good morning to you, too.”

Keep reading

MINI#5 // You (James)

song for the mood: Lorde - The Louvre (from melodrama it’s so good)

Requested- “You look after others too much.” “Why is that such a bad thing?” “Because you forget to look after yourself.” “Psh, I thought you did that for me.” — with James Potter please?

- - -

You sit on the bench, watching James teaching the new Quidditch members a few tricks on the broom, as you take off your gloves. You grin at how enthusiastic James is when it comes to times like this. Changing back into your robes, you wave at him. He sees you and makes a few final remarks before running to you. “Hey, y/n.”

“Hey, James.” You return his greeting. He quickly changes, puts on a spell or two to make himself not stink, and leaves with your hand in his. It’s early morning, so hallways are empty. “How was last night?” You ask, knowing that last night had a full moon, and the boys were out in the woods.

He sighs, “you know, not much different. It’s been tough for Moony. I’m visiting later, want to come?”

“Of course.” You glance at the circles under his eyes before coming to a halt. James is surprised by your sudden stop, raising his eyebrows. You frown, “you look after others too much.”

James tilts his head to one side, “Why is that such a bad thing?”

“Because, James, you forget to look after yourself.” You say softly, tracing his arm with your thumb. 

“Psh, I thought you did that for me.” He chuckles softly. He reaches to your face and strokes your cheek gently before he leans in for a kiss. You smile to the kiss and pull away, “if that’s enough for you.”

“Oh, it definitely is.”

Fireflies and Freedoms

Cullen tracks a phantom figure sneaking its way through their camp at Haven.  With sword drawn, the person he encounters is not who he was expecting. 

Cullen Rutherford x Talia Trevelyan (pre-romance, early Haven)

Read here on AO3

He was up late again, a pen gripped between trembling fingers, forehead held up by a sweating hand.  The camp around him was blessedly silent.  He squinted, forcing the letters into view each time they swam and blurred in his vision.  He would need to rewrite this correspondence in the morning when his hands did not cause the words to shake and slant.  There were smudges from clumsy fingers obscuring some of the words.

A sigh left his lips, deep and weary.  He capped the inkwell and blotted the tip of the pen clean of remaining ink.

The items laid out on his desk mocked him.  Look how we rest.   Look how we function without fail.  Look how useful we are.  We do not betray you.  It is you that betrays you.  Your aging body wears away while we press on the same as when we were new.

He raised an arm in fury, to brush the items from the surface, to send them tumbling to the ground below, but held himself back.  It would do no good to cause a mess he would be forced to explain.  He felt a rumbled growl leave his lips.  He must be truly exhausted to be mocked by inanimate objects.

A light bobbed and bounced outside of his tent.  It was a faint and distant glow, but distracted him from his inner war.  It could have been a passing patrol light, except for the color.  It was a warming, steady blue, not the erratic dance of orange torchlight.

An attack?  Assassin?  Unlikely, but it gave him purpose, a reason to be awake.  And he would not let something slip by and destroy his work before it had scarcely begun.

He belted a sword around his waist again and pulled a heavy woolen cloak over his shoulders.

The night was all bitter winds and threats of even more snow.  The moons above him were only partially in the sky, the rest of them cloaked in absent darkness.  They cast a weak light that would have led him into nug holes and thickets if he did not know these grounds outside of Haven so well.

He crept along behind the lively glow of light.  It was too far ahead in the line of trees around the frozen lake to see what exactly he was following.  Was it a person?  A demon?  Darkspawn?  His tired imagination spun fairy tales in a mind too drained to correct it back to reality.

At times the light paused and remained still, as if it had landed upon a tree branch to perch.  Once it extinguished entirely and he worried he had been discovered or lost the trail.  He sat crouched behind a bush for what seemed like hours to his weary knees.  They crackled and ached as he pushed forward again when the glow returned.

The light was moving slower now and he wondered if it was nearing its intended destination or if the snowfall was impeding its travel.

He drew his sword, slow to keep the ring of steel from traveling through the snow dampened air.   He inched closer, testing the weight of the sword in his hand; a practiced spin of the hilt so familiar and grounding to his spirit.

Keep reading

COVERT AFFECTION | Bucky x Reader - Part 2

Originally posted by natpekis

Masterlist | Mobile Mastlist

A/N: It will probably make sense stand alone, but I encourage you to read Part One before this!

A few days had passed since your mission and you hadn’t seen Bucky since. Why would you expect to? It’s not like you suddenly had become best friends after that. What would he want to do with a young recruit anyway… and why were you feeling this way?

You sighed, internally punching yourself. You couldn’t help but feel this way. He smiled at you, he never smiles at anyone, you thought. Well, no one except Steve. You remembered your days in training. Bucky helped a lot during the fighting stages. He was mostly silent, never showing any emotion.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hey! I just wanted to thank you for running this blog and say that it really brightens my day whenever I see that you've updated! Keep it up!! Also... If you ever felt like writing something fluffy with either shinsou or ojiro I would love it....

Ahhh thank you so much, I’m really happy that my writing helps brightens your day! Hopefully I can continue to do so! I’ll write them both for you

You had gone over to Shinsou’s place, hearing from your mother that he had gotten sick. Since you two were neighbors it wasn’t a bother for you to visit him. His mother let you in, quite happy to see you and quickly chatted with you before letting you go to his room. Shinsou was sleeping peacefully when you walked in. You looked at his sleeping form, a small smile on your face. It was rare to see him like this so you decided not to wake him. Since you had school you could only drop off the soup you had made for him, leaving it on his bedside table. Pressing a small kiss to his warmer than usual forehead you whispered, “I’ll see you after school, Hitoshi.”

The school day had been mostly uneventful for you and you had gotten all the work Shinsou had missed from his classes before heading home. Quickly leaving your things at your place you headed to his home. He was awake when you got there, he was sitting up and seemed to be staring out his window. You noted that he hadn’t eaten the soup you made him. “Did you not like the soup I made you?”

Shinsou looked over to you, startled by your sudden presence, “I haven’t been hungry.” 

“Have you eaten at all today?”


“Hitoshi, how do expect to get better if you won’t eat?” you said, a pout on your lips and your hands on your hips. 

He could only shrug, not truly responding to your question. You grabbed the soup bowl and wagged your finger at him as a mother would do to a disobedient child, “You’re going to eat, you won’t get better if you don’t.” 

You promptly left to heat it up before returning soon after, warm soup in hand. Sitting beside him on his bed you grabbed the spoon you left on his bedside table. “Now open your mouth, I’ll feed you.”

A bright blush slowly rose to his cheeks, he’s been fed by you before but it always made him feel flustered. He followed your orders and let you feed him as you told him about your day and the stupid things people did in your class. Having you feed him and talking about your day made Shinsou immensely happy, his day had been relatively slow and boring and he was glad you came to visit him. When he finally finished the soup, you set the bowl to the side, “See, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

Instead of replying he laid down on his bed, pulling you down with him. Shinsou wrapped his arms around your waist and he curled his body over yours. 

“Hitoshi?” you looked at him, slightly startled. 

He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, “Sleep with me.”

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around him, “I don’t think I have much of choice, do I?”

Shinsou didn’t respond, as he already fallen asleep. Seeing as how he had already fallen asleep you decided to join him, enjoying his warmth as you slowly fell asleep.

It had finally begun to snow and Ojiro had invited you out for a date in the snow, and with a small carnival near his house he saw no better idea than to take you there. You arrived at his place all bundled up in your favorite coat and scarf, the snows may have just begun but it was already devastatingly cold, or at at least you thought so. Ojiro came out a second later all bundled up as well, though not as much as you. 

“Ready, ____?”

You rubbed your cold hands together as you nodded, “Let’s go.”

“Did you forget your gloves?”

“I um…lost them,” you replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.

He took off his own gloves and swiftly put them on you, “Take mine then.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll just borrow a pair from my parents.”

When he returned with a different pair you looked at him questioningly, “Why don’t I wear those and you can wear your own?”

Ojiro smiled at you bashfully, a red tint staining his cheeks, “I’d like you to wear mines.”

You took hold of his hand, a grin on your face hiding the fact that you felt a little flustered, “Ok, lets get going then!”

You two spent the rest of the day at the carnival enjoying yourselves, playing different games, going on some rides, and trying out different types of snacks. As the day wore on it began to grow colder so Ojiro got your favorite warm drink to share. You decided to sit down and take a break, sitting at a partially secluded area under a tree. When Ojiro sat down next to you you leaned onto him, “It got colder all of a sudden.”

He chuckled, pulling you closer as he wrapped his arm around you, “It’s been getting colder, you were just having too much fun to notice.”

“Today really has been fun, thank you, Mashirao.”

Ojiro pressed a kiss to your hair, “Anything for my sweet ____.”

“Hmm then you should wrap your tail around me to, I’m sure it’ll make me warmer,” you said with a light laugh. 

He happily obliged, wrapping his tail around you. You instantly felt warmer and began to play with the fluffy end. When you looked over to him you could only describe the look in his eyes as loving and content. 

“What? Your tail is fun to play with.”

Ojiro could only laugh at that, happy you enjoyed his tail so much. “It’s nothing, you just look adorable right now.” With that he kissed you lovingly, clearly showing you how he felt. When he pulled back he pressed his forehead against yours, gleefully noting your flustered face, “I always enjoy our time together.”

gyzym  asked:

obsessed with the idea of derek driving around town in his family friendly toyota, a cooler in the backseat, he's got orange slices, he's got juice boxes, he's got lays potato chips but only one bag each, guys, you know too much salt's not a healthy choice. you kids need a ride to the mall? OBSESSED. WITH. IT.

I mean, once upon a time I would have said we were all projecting a narrative onto the character that wasn’t really there, but then Derek bought candy to hand out to trick or treaters and was delightfully proud of himself for giving them a magical Halloween memory, so I feel PRETTY WELL SUPPORTED BY THE TEXT.

Derek keeps multiple USB chargers in his car so that people can charge their cell phones in his cigarette lighter. Derek keeps a bottle of Advil in his glove compartment for muscle soreness or menstrual cramps. (Kira once asked him why being a kitsune didn’t make her immune, and he said “let me do some research” and he did and then they talked about it while looking over his notes together.) Derek buys spray sunscreen because Isaac hates the regular kind. Derek leaves pamphlets about how to quit smoking in Chris Argent’s living room. Derek keeps his reusable grocery bags in the car, because otherwise he always forgets them at home.


Thimble 8화

Word count: 1,717

Summary: there is no more horrifing force on Earth than humiliated and furious woman, Joseon dynasty!au, optional bias

I admit I love this one.

1화 2화 3화 4화 5화 6화 7화 9화

No one teaches love. No one tells how to recognize it, how to fuel it nor how to calm it. No one shows how it should look like.

In your country, there is no such thing as love.

Keep reading

Crafting -- it’s a mission

Psst, Jay!?

Hi! It’s me! Someone I’m not allowed to name gave me a mission. To teach you to craft. Yes, yes, I know. That’s totally an adventure! Dunno what Josh was thinking…

Ehem, yes. What do you wanna make? I’ve been making jewelry lately. Maybe something nice for Charlie? I got a feeling I have something to make up for…

What? Something with snails??? Nope! No really, Jay, I don’t think that’s an adventure I’d like Charlie to remember.

Ok, we need a bit of fabric, old clothing or so, to make some strips we can roll up into beads for a necklace. Wha…? Jay? Where did you get these strips from? Yes, yes, it should match Charlie’s clothing but… isn’t that one of her favourite shirts??? I’m so dead!!! Please, Jay, please put it back together! …

Whew, thanks! Looks almost like new, doesn’t it? In fact, I’m not quite sure if it ever looked that new before…

Anyway, here use some of my fabric strips. Now we need some good glue and we can roll the strips up like this… …. erm … Jay? What kind of glue is this? And why have I forgotten to put on gloves? Again!

Huh? Eww, what the heck is Skalapyrian tree snot? Never mind – our fingers won’t come off the bead! Or off the table!!! What do we do now?

No, absolutely not! Remember the last time you made a universal solvent!

Nooo! Please don’t call for Charlie! …Honcho? … hm, ok… maybe…

Jay??? Where did you…? Hey, you left your hands behind!

… …

H-hi, Honcho! I can explain? Basically it’s all Josh’s fault. No really! Yes, I promise we’re going to be more careful. Thanks!

…Phew, that was scary.

Ok, let’s forget about the beads for now. We need some charms. Hm, something goth. A skull?

Wha… ? Where have you been this fast? And is that a real skull??? You found him in a king’s grave? His name is Aššur- what? Yes, nice to meet you too. Wait – why is he talking? No, I’m not going to grovel at your feet. We kinda got over that a long time ago. No, you listen, Mr Ash…

Waaah! Jay! Look at the plants, they are all wilting! It must have been a cursed grave! Get this skull back to where you found it! Right now!!! No, I don’t care that your new friend is bored and wants to go on adventures. Hurry up, please!

Yes, that’s way better. The plants are looking kinda black, though. I don’t think they’ll recover… Let’s just go with these little silver skull charms. Yes, I know they’re not real. But that’s better than Charlie wilting all the plants she passes, right? Plants are kinda important! Why? Because they become food! Haha, yes, I thought that would convince you.

Last thing we need is some bling. Even punky goths like bling. Something sparkly and… Huh? What’s that you have there, Jay?

A f***ing SUPERNOVA????? Now we’re all going to die for sure! And I have just renovated the kitchen! Aaaaahhhhrrrggg!!!

It’s… really tiny, isn’t it? Did you shrink it? Sorry, her? No? She really is that small? Oh. Yes, it must be frustrating to never get looked at because all the other supernovas are so huge and shiny. No one here even knows that there are such tiny supernovas at all! Are you sure she is safely contained in this… baubly thing? Diamond globe? Yeah, in there. Ah, ok. Hm, she’s really pretty and sparkly. And spreads such a nice warmth. Yes, I think she would be looked at a lot. Admired even. Reckon that would make her happy? Yes? Ok then, let’s do this.

I’m just gonna glue a little bail to the globe, right here… No, Jay, my glue this time! Hey, hold still! It tickles? Haha, I didn’t know. There we are. Turned out pretty, didn’t it? A necklace for Charlie. And nobody got killed! … yet.

Oh, not at all! You’re very welcome! Go, bounce away!


… …

Mission accomplished. Agent feverfew out.

these are two cut characters, seemingly the female counterparts of royal guards 01 and 02. They lack overworld sprites, but sprites for their hands and helmets were made, although i’d expect they would have a different chest plate.
their text is still included in the text dump of the game
it interestingly enough starts out with the line
so i’ve got no idea why thats in there, but ive never seen it in game, only other   time I found an f bomb in this game was another random line saying “What the  fuck is wrong?”

here is the slightly edited for clarity text for 03 and 04. its pretty sweet , I wish i could have helped them like 01 and 02. If Toby ever makes a dlc for Undertale or patches it, I really hope these two get put in, they seem almost done. 
the text is out of order and I’m not sure who says what, but the basic concept is that 04 is the cat and is trying to act solo and like she doesn’t care about 03,   and 03 is the bug who is depressed. turns out they both still wear the friendshipbracelets they made for each other, but you can make them remove their gloves and reveal the bracelets, if both reveal them you can spare them like 01 and 02. if you kill one of them, the other will regret not telling the other and will          become very upset. They go get icecream and presumably would meet 02 and 01 there.

 RG 04 
 DEF* Royal Guard member.* Protective of her armor.
04: Hmph,try not to mess this up.
04: I'll take you down alone!
03 Sigh...team attack,I guess. 
04: I'm a one woman army.
I know, but...
Nice to meet you???
04...!! Why didn't I...
04 !?You... YOU...!
 03 rubs her glove quietly.
 04 hums and looks the other  way.
 03 stands guard.
 04's twitches her tail.
 03 is trembling.
 03 is holding her face in  her hands.
 03 stands still.
 03 seems sick.
 03's breathing intensifies.
 You touch RG 03's glove. It starts to come loose.
 You shake RG 03's claw.
 You tell RG 03 that she  should stand up for herself.
My glove..!
03...Is that...?
Yes.It is.
Go ahead. Laugh at me.
No, I...
RG 04 is looking at her own  glove.
What are you talking about?
Don't touch that!!
03 I didn't want this...
03...answer me...
03 I never said sorry...
03...!? Why, you...
04 holds her head in her hands.
Sad mews emerge from 04's armor.
 04 is thunderstruck.
 04 does nothing.
 04's breathing intensifies.
 You attempt to touch RG 04's  glove. She bats your hand away.
 You touch RG 04's glove softly.  She nods and begins to take it off.
 You tell RG 04 to remember  what being friends is about.
I still wear mine too.
Our friendship bracelets from high school.
03, I'm sorry. I thought you hated me, after what happened...
We did some pretty nasty things to each other, because of...
That old drama? Forget about it.
To tell you the truth, I requested to be partners with you.
I wanted to become friends with you again...
But I didn't know how to breach the topic.
After this...
Do you want to get some ice-cream?
You know it!
 03 and 04 are planning all  sorts of things to do together.

The One

Originally posted by overnightprincess

//Jongdae x you ❤️ (only slight)

Word count: 2,714

If you thought I’m not going to pay tribute to Chen’s new unit, you were mistaken.

“No, but seriously, she is looking at me.”

“Are you sure? I would swear that our eyes met.”

“Guys, back off, who would even look at you.”

“She is looking here!”

“Right, scream louder you dickhead… Oh shit, she is looking here.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, abort!”

Keep reading

Hunters Life {35} Final

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Maybe Swearing?

Words: 1,463

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25 , Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33, Part 34

Here it is! The End! Sorry it’s a little shorter than the others. I love you guys, and I’m so glad you loved this series. I can’t wait to bring more ideas to you. Get ready for some more fun!

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

can we talk about girl meets bear???! any initial thoughts, things that jumped out at you, things we should pay attention to?? 😃

GM Bear Inciting Incident: There’s something Maya wants and she’s all set to go get it, but then Riley can’t/won’t let go of the past so Maya doesn’t get what she wanted.

Gosh, it’s almost like it’s a metaphor for something. 😂

In all seriousness though, GM Bear is like an all-you-can-eat meta buffet and I don’t even know where to start. I’m not 100% on much yet because I need a couple rewatches of the ep + the eps it called back to, but here’s a random brain dump of just a few things kicking around in my head:

• Josh turns out to be a confused 18ish year-old rather than the nearly all-knowing “wise old sage” he presented himself as in Ski Lodge. Shocker. (Interesting too that he took the “don’t grow up” position at first. 🤔)

• Zay appreciates Maya for making him feel welcome when he moved to a new place. It’s clear this is a big part of the reason he really cares about her. A lot of people are assuming this is the start of a romance…but is it really? Or can you care about and feel protective of someone who made you feel welcome in a new city without necessarily perceiving that as “falling in love” or thinking you have to date each other? Stay tuned…


• Not-so-subtle GM Sneak Attack callback with the Mr. Googly bit. It’s almost like they don’t want you to forget that episode or something. 👀 (Also interesting because apparently they’re all still going to the movies together just like waaaaay back in seventh grade.)

• Oh hey, did y'all ever notice how Farkle’s a lot like Topanga?

• “Why did you switch characters?”

• Cory and Maya’s tandem taco freakouts are 👌👌.

• I love how they used Bay Window and Bear to establish that Mrs. Svorski was an important figure in Riley’s life when she was little. Her giving the eulogy in GM Gravity makes waaaaay more sense now.

• The flashback. Little Auggie in orange. Wants attention from the girls. “Why pay attention to you when we can pay attention to HIM?” Auggie bites Barry’s FACE off. 👀

• Topanga (who more and more I think functions as a writer’s insert at times) talking about how maybe she’s not ready for Riley’s childhood to be over gave me some big feels both on the surface and the potential meta-level. Definitely ties in with my ideas on why Corpanga raised Riley the way they did and now that SHT and Bear have aired I can really flesh that post out like I wanted. 😍

• Cory screeching after he dumps the laundry at Topanga’s feet.

• Maya’s ongoing dialogue with life/the universe + her visions of little Riley & Maya. 👀

• Y'all already know what I think about the bubblegum bit…

• Riley crying to get the bobblehead for Maya. Way to use that devil on your shoulder for good, Riles. 👏👏

• Basically every reaction shot in this episode is 👀.

And so on and so forth…

My reactions to 4x08
  • Wait, is Ingrid barefoot? I guess the cold never bothered her either. I want ice powers…
  • How can your niece and your foster-daughter be your sisters?

  • Oh no, Emma hurt Henry. Well, at least she didn’t hurt him in the same way as Elsa hurt Anna in Frozen.
  • Ingrid: SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER! Me: Stop. Doing. That!
  • Ingrid: The only way this ends is you embracing who you are. Me: This time you should listen to her, Emma. Embrace your magic. Elsa did the same. Of course she needed her sister’s love, too. But you also have to accept who you are and start loving yourself.
  • Regina, don’t ignore your calls. It might be important.
  • Robin: I was some drunk in a bar with a tattoo. Me: You still are. I mean you got drunk before you came to see Regina.
  • Robin: You made mistakes and now you’re making up for them. Me: No, she’s just making more mistakes thanks to you. Regina: Or taking myself in deeper. Me: That’s what I just said!
  • Regina is a realist, buddy.
  • Hey Robin, why are you here? Did you forget about your frozen wife, oh and your son?

  • Regina: This can’t happen a second time. *30 seconds later they have more sex* Me:            

  • Chocolate! So much chocolate! That’s so sweet of you, Elsa!(Did I just make a pun?)
  • Stop lying to Elsa, Snow Bitch!
  • Elsa, why are you wearing gloves though?
  • Rumple: What makes you think I’m the best option? Me: I think Regina could help, too. And she wouldn’t exploit Emma for her selfish plans.                                 

  • Elsa: Leave me alone to speak with my sister! Me: If you know what I mean

  • This was all a ruse! Of course she wouldn’t believe Ingrid. I’m so proud of you, Elsa.             

  • Anna: When they took this(the necklace), it was like they were taking you. Me:

  • Regina, your bra is showing. I kinda like it though…
  • Kristoff: It’s dusty in here. Elsa: I’m surprised it bothers you. Me: The sass! Watch out the sass!
  • OMG the side hug. They’re so adorable!

  • Oh hi, Hans. Long time no see!
  • Wait, the way she’s holding that candle-holder…where have I seen that before?:

  • Ingrid: Shit, now I’m trapped in this tiny spot. What am I supposed to do if I get bored…?
  • Snow: Emma has saved Storybrooke a lot. Me: Er…yeah, that’s true but what about Regina?
  • Magic is a big gay metaphor again.
  • David: Maybe her best chance is for her to be normal. Elsa: Oh hell naw! You shouldn’t take the gay away!
  • I love how Anna jokes around. She’s so adorable!
  • Anna: I wouldn’t want you any other way. Me:

    but also:               


  • Elsa a.k.a. the ice doctor
  • Regina(to Henry): You brought us all together. Me: Is she talking about Swan-Mills-Family or what?
  • Ingrid a.k.a. mime artist
  • Ingrid: I’m fucking bored. Oh, I know! Let’s watch Emma through my mirror. Damn, this thing is practical.
  • Anna: Not like party surprise, something more dour for the occasion like surpriiiise… Me:

  • Ingrid: Surpriise! How was that? Me: Sassy bitch
  • A projection? What can’t she do with her magic?
  • Regina, talk some sense into the two idiots!
  • Elsa’s and Anna’s love for each other is so strong that only a powerful spell can make them turn on each other
  • Seriously though, Ingrid is so anti-elsanna(she’s probably just jealous, who wouldn’t be though?)
  • Snow(to Regina): And now you’re making good choices! Me:

    Supporting adultery is a good choice? Not creating your own destiny and letting yourself be guided by predestined pixie crap is a good choice?

  • OMG Dr Seuss!

  • Regina: Right now? Me: Why does she have to come right now? I mean, what is more important: preventing Emma from getting sucked into that hat and being probably lost forever or checking out a piece of paper? Why can’t she wait until the search for Emma is over? They might need magical assistance. I’m not even gonna bother bringing up Marian again. #so done

  • Rumple is telling Emma that he’s still the twisted man from the past and she still trusts him?

  • Hook to the rescue…lol nope, he’s useless again
  • Dark!Anna, I feel like I’m watching a fanfic
  • Elsa: Know that no matter what Anna, I love you *gets sucked into the urn* Me:                      

  • Now Elsa sacrificed herself
  • Ingrid freezes Anna. Me:

  • Elsa to the rescue             

  • Elsa(to Emma): Embrace your powers = embrace the gay
  • The Frozen Swan feels though
  • Oh I see…the apprentice gave Ingrid the prophecy
  • Oh look, there’s a Tron poster
  • David: We love you no matter what. Me:

  • Aww,  everyone is so happy. What a wonderful family moment (the only person missing is Regina).*15 seconds later* Why did you have to ruin their happy moment, Snow Bitch?
  • Ingrid(about Elsa and Emma): They really are quite wonderful together. Me: She ships Frozen Swan so hard though.
  • Rumple: Your strange fixation holds no interest for me. Me: Rumple doesn’t ship Frozen Swan.

Modern TOG headcanons:

  • Aedion is a sucker for the cold while Aelin kind of has a thing against it.
  • So, of course, on a snow day they go out of their college campus and to the nearest coffee shop.
  • At the coffee shop is Dorian, Nehemia and Nehemia’s girlfriend, Sorcha.
  • Chaol had a workshop to go to and being Chaol, he refused to ditch it.
  • Aedion buys a sandwhich and coffee while Aelin buys soup and some tea, once they sit by their friends Aelin starts to eat her soup and talk with Nehemia and Sorcha while Aedion and Dorian discuss their recent psychology class.
  • Aedion wants to become a forensic scientist while Dorian wants to being a psychiatrist.
  • They start getting into a serious debate and Nehemia, AKA Sociology and management major interrupts their discussion with her own thoughts on a topic.
  • This lead to Medical major Sorcha having to break apart Nehemia and Dorian before their debate got heated and out of control (it usually did, and when it does Dorian tends to be a whirlpool of words and phrases that still remain coherent despite shit going down)
  • Aelin had blocked everything out by then because she was reading a book Rowan bought her for their four month anniversary (yeah, even they were slightly surprised). It was by Aelin’s favourite author, who actually knew Aelin and her best friend Sam Cortland (precious baby be alive).
  • Aedion ends up pulling Dorian away from Nehemia, who was calm af while she sassed Dorian out when he made a comment (she tends to get worked up over what she is passionate about leading her to be the literal Sass Queen of the world, Aelin bows to her when she does)
  • An hour later, Aedion’s eaten two doughnuts and had a cup of coffee, Dorian was finishing off a piece of cake which Aelin eventually steals because HOLY SHIT YOU BOUGHT CAKE WHEN???? (You were reading .-.) Aelin gets uber excited about cake, or sweets in general, it makes people always doubt she’s badass - but she forever is. She’ll write your ass back to you in her english literature class because English major Aelin is everything to me rn.
  • Nehemia has to leave early since she had a class and Sorcha went back to their apartment to complete her essay on diseases of today and the science behind identifying and curing them.
  • Rowan arrived at some point and him and Aelin end up talking for another hour or two.
  • Dorian leaves by then.
  • Aedion follows.
  • While outside its cold (obviously, it winter, what do you expect??) and Dorian fixes Aedion’s knit hat because goddammit Aedion, do you know how bloody crooked your  hat it??? Aka, perfectionist Dorian not liking this to be crooked.
  • Aedion’s pretty shocked so while Dorian walks ahead, he bends down scoops a load of ice, balls it up and chucks it at Dorian, aiming directly at his black hair.
  • Dorian freezes up because, why??? Did I do something because I’m sure I haven’t and that was uncalled for??? AEDION I WAS SO WARM. (Its difficult for this puppy to become warm, he also tends to forget that the weather changes and he can’t control it so he has on a flimsy jacket.)
  • While Dorian briefly glares at Aedion, the man being glared at removes his hat and puts in on Dorian’s head after brushing off the ice.
  • Then he removes his scarf because the idiot forgot to wear another jacket.
  • And lastly, he removed his gloves and tucked them into his pocket before he tugs at Dorian’s hand.
  • “You’re making me late for the psychology lecture and I have an interest in passing.”
  • “I have an interest in asking why your hat is on my head and not on yours -”
  • “You should stop that interest because its obvious.”
  • Aedion lets Dorian figure it out himself.

I caught a cold, it rained for the first time in a year here (HOLY CRAP YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW COOL THAT IS BTW) and its actually officially Winter here since the weather is cold.

I thought some headcanons were in order then :d