#can you blame him for wanting to keep them all as far away as possible?

[acourtofstarsanddreamers2]

was just thinking

i see a lot of people upset that rhysand wouldn't just trust tarquin and ask him for the book

now besides the obvious bit of them peering into tarquin's mind and getting the sense that that was not going to go well, i feel like the whole situation with tarquin MUST have reminded rhys of another future high lord who seemed to share his values and hopes for their land. i imagine everything that happened between him and tamlin must have made it very hard to trust another person with his friendship that same way again, especially when the information he'd be giving tarquin could doom their entire plan if he betrayed them, therefore damning all of prythian. for rhys, relying on only himself and his people was the only way he knew to protect what was most important to him. after all, he tried the whole "make friends with other courts" thing. and it ended with his mother and sister's heads in a box.

[zedleaked]

HEY GUYS... HERES A HUGEEE POST ABOUT RANDOM THOUGHTS ABOUT SPAMTON AND TENNA AND ALSO A COLLECTION OF ALL THEIR REFERENCES AND INTERACTIONS... AS THE IMAGE SAYS: THIS CONTAINS MAJOR CHAPTER 3 SPOILERS AND MINOR CHAPTER 4 SPOILERS!!! PLAY THE GAME PLEASE IT'S GOOD!!!

UNDER HERE YOU'LL FIND MY RANT:

THERE ARE SEVERAL REFERENCES TO SPAMTON IN CHAPTER 3,, ESTABLISHING A CONNECTION BETWEEN SPAMTON AND TENNA. BUT OUR FIRST MENTION OF TENNA EVER WAS IN: https://deltarune.com/d_a_m_n_y_o_u_t_e_n_n_a/

IN HERE SPAMTON EXPRESSES HIS DISLIKE FOR TENNA BUT AT THIS POINT WE DON'T KNOW *WHY*

HE BLAMES "EVERYTHING" ON TENNA, EVERYTHING MOST LIKELY REFERRING TO SPAMTON'S DOWNFALL, STATING THAT *TENNA* SHOULD BE THE ONE SLEEPING AT THE BOTTOM OF A DUMPSTER INSTEAD OF HIM. HE STATES THAT EVERYONE IS GOING TO PAY! [EVERYONE IN TV WORLD EXCEPT MIKE OF COURSE]

SOME OTHER POSSIBLE REFERENCES TO TENNA INCLUDE SPAMTON MENTIONING A GAMESHOW HOST "FUCKING HIM OVER AT THE GOOD PART", MENTIONING A TV SHOW WHERE BULLETS COME FROM THE HOST'S MOUTH AND SPAMTON SAYING HE DOESN'T NEED [[EASELS]] OR [[CRTS]] [MOST LIKELY SWATCH AND TENNA]

ON TENNA'S SIDE, ONE OF THE MOST OBVIOUS AND KNOWN MENTIONS OF SPAMTON IS WHEN HE IS BREAKING DOWN,, BLAMING HIS LOSS OF HIS VIEWERS ON SPAMTON, HE STATES THAT SPAMTON WAS ACTUALLY GOING TO HELP HIM USE TECHNOLOGY. HOWEVER, SPAMTON DISAPPEARED. TENNA NOW RESENTS HIM FOR LEAVING.

IT'S ALMOST COMICAL HIS HATRED FOR SPAMTON, HE MAKES A HUGE RECREATION OF HIS HEAD IN THE SUSIEZILLA MINIGAME, CENSORING HIS EYES. HE CONSTANTLY INSULTS HIM, TELLING US TO KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM! SHOW HIM THAT MR. ANT TENNA IS *BETTER*

EVEN IN HIS QUIZ, THE CORRECT ANSWER IS THAT HE'S BETTER THAN EMAIL! HE'S BIGGER THAN THIS. CONCEPT HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND. THIS CONCEPT THAT SPAMTON IS BASED ON.

[[FUN FACT: EMAILS BECAME RELEVANT AT AROUND THE 1990s-2000s, WHEREAS CRTS BECAME OBSOLETE IN THE EARLY 2000s]]

IN A LOT OF TENNA'S THEMES TOO YOU CAN HEAR HINTS OF "A Real Boy!" DURING TENNA'S MELTDOWN THERE'S A PART WHERE A SPED UP VERSION OF “Now’s your chance to be a” PLAYS, TENNA STATING AFTER THAT IT WAS "WEIRD." THIS IS DURING A PART WHERE TENNA IS REMINISCING BY THE WAY.

A LOOSE BUT NOTABLE CONNECTION TOO IS SPAMTON SAYING "I THOUGHT WE HAD A [Kids!] I THOUGHT WE HAD A [Set!]" IN HIS VALENTINE'S CARD FROM LAST YEAR AND TENNA SAYING "Mike, rebuild the set!! Rebuild my kids!!"

BEFORE I GET INTO DISCUSSION, THERES ONE MORE INTERACTION THE TWO HAVE AND ITS A DIRECT ONE TO BOOT! SPAMTON COMES OUT OF THE DEALMAKERS AT THE SIGHT OF TENNA KEEPING A PIPIS HE GAVE HIM, EXCLAIMING: 'YOU REALLY DO CARE!' WHILE TENNA PROTECTS THE PIPIS, NOT KNOWING ITS SPAMTON

I REALLY LIKE THIS INTERACTION BECAUSE [BESIDES BEING FUNNY] IT SHOWS THAT THE TWO OF THEM STILL HAVE SOME CARE FOR EACH OTHER, SPAMTON REALISING TENNA KEPT HIS GIFT [MOST LIKELY] AND TENNA KEEPING THE PIPIS FROM SPAMTON, GOING AS FAR AS TO PROTECT HER FROM A SUPPOSED THREAT

THEY HAD SOME KIND OF HISTORY BUT WHAT HAPPENED? THEIR HATRED IS MUTUAL. BUT SPAMTON WANTED TO HELP TENNA [AND LATER ON WE'LL TALK ABOUT TENNA WANTING TO HELP SPAMTON] IN THE Z RANK ROOM IT HAS POSTERS OF THE BOTH OF THEM HAPPY, BIG SHOT SPAMTON EVEN WORE THE SAME SUIT AS TENNA!

IN THE BACKSTAGE, THE HIDDEN VIDEO GAME REVEALS THAT TENNA ALSO WANTED TO HELP SPAMTON, PUT HIM ON TV AND MAKE HIM A STAR, GIVE HIM HIS ADVICE! THIS WAS PARTLY BECAUSE TENNA WANTED TO KNOW SPAMTON'S SECRET TO FAME, BUT ALSO I LIKE TO THINK IT CAME FROM A GENUINE PLACE,,

BUT THEN, SPAMTON HAD TO TAKE A PHONE CALL. HE LEFT THE ROOM WITH THE RECEIVER HANGING,,, ALMOST IDENTICAL TO WHEN THE ADDISONS LOST SPAMTON. YOU CAN EVEN SEE THE PHONE ITSELF IN THE Z RANK ROOM

FOR A WHILE I WAS CONFUSED AS TO WHY SPAMTON HATED TENNA, BUT NOW I THINK I GET IT. THAT PHONE CALL MAY HAVE BEEN [THE MAN ON THE PHONE] CUTTING SPAMTON OFF, WHICH IS WHY HE RUSHED AWAY AND WAS NEVER SEEN AGAIN.

SPAMTON HATES TENNA BECAUSE HE BELIEVES TENNA IS THE REASON WHY THE [THE PHONE] LEFT. THIS IS WHY HE SAYS 'EVERYTHING IS *HIS* FAULT! MEANWHILE TENNA RESENTS SPAMTON BECAUSE HE LEFT HIM BEFORE HE COULD GET HIS ADVICE! HE ASSUMED HE CONNED HIM WHEN REALLY [THE PHONE] HURT HIM!

BUT MAYBE TO A DEGREE SPAMTON IS RIGHT... I BELIEVE [THE MAN ON THE PHONE] LEFT HIM BECAUSE TENNA WAS *FATED* TO LOSE HIS VIEWERS AND FALL INTO LONELINESS. THE PROPHECY STATES THAT 'THE LORD OF SCREENS CLEAVED RED BY BLADE',, TENNA WAS *MEANT* TO BE TAKEN DOWN BY THE KNIGHT.

BECAUSE SPAMTON SHARING HIS SECRET WOULD LEAD TENNA TO NOT FOLLOW THE PATH THE PROPHECY MADE FOR HIM,, SPAMTON'S [BENEFACTOR] CUT HIM OFF BECAUSE WHAT SPAMTON WAS DOING WAS AGAINST THE EVENTS SET OUT BY THE WORLD, WHICH DROVE SPAMTON INTO INSANITY!!!

IT'S TRAGIC BECAUSE THEIR DOWNFALLS WERE NEITHER OF THEIR FAULTS, THEY COULDN'T HAVE KNOWN ABOUT THIS GRAND SCHEME OR THAT SPAMTON'S [BENEFACTOR] WOULD LEAVE, SO THEY'RE LEFT TO ASSUME ONE BETRAYED THE OTHER. THEY USED TO BE CO-WORKERS. FRIENDS. NOW THEY'RE ENEMIES.

ANYWAYS THATS ALL I CAN MUSTER RIGHT NOW THIS TOOK A LOT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT TO GATHER. BUT I HOPE IT'S INTERESTING AND I HOPE YOU SEE WHERE I'M COMING FROM :) I LOVE SPAMTON AND TENNA AND WHILE I DOUBT WE'LL EVER GET MORE, I LOVED TO SEE SMALL PARTS OF THEIR WEIRD RELATIONSHIP :)

[kinardbrainrot]

ok but bucktommy post s8 reconciliation where buck can’t find a new place on such short notice and he has to put all of his stuff in storage so he ends up at a shitty motel while he keeps looking for something permanent (since he can’t really afford anything else on top of the unit for his stuff) and it just happens by sheer ✨coincidence✨ that its not too far from where tommy lives....

so they bump into each other at the grocery store pretty quickly, and in buck's defense, he wasn't trying to run into tommy. he specifically picked a grocery store in his neighbourhood they'd never been to together to make sure that wouldn't happen. he doesn't want to come across as stalker-y, it's just the best deal he could find on a storage unit is just around the corner and he figured it'd be easier to have a room somewhere nearby in case he needs something he's packed, right ? but of course, tommy's usual grocery store is out of the specific brand of oat milk he likes because it steams better with the type of espresso machine he has so... here they are, awkwardly staring at each other in the snack aisle.

and when tommy finds out eddie's staying in la and buck's given him the house back (because of course he did even though he has rights as a subletter; he has a heart of gold and a savior complex the size of jupiter) and he's essentially homeless, the first thing that slips out of his mouth is "wow, i really can't imagine you without a kitchen." because tommy has so many soft and fond memories of evan cooking, of evan's kitchen specifically (the way his lips parted in a silent gasp after tommy kissed him for the first time in the open space, the countless of meals they shared together after long shifts, even evan's eager impulsiveness when he asked tommy to move into his tiny loft when tommy's house has been paid for for years now...), because he knows how much of a tether it was in his relationship with bobby, because he knows it's such a way for him to express his love....

and buck? buck looks a little uncomfortable and sad at the reminder, but he brushes it off and says it's not a big deal (pretends it's not a big deal). tommy can see through it of course, mostly because buck wears his feelings beautifully on his face, but also because even after everything, tommy likes to think he still knows this man. but he's not about to force evan to open up between the chips, the salted nuts and the sodas so says: "rights, of course, at least you have the firehouse kitchen, right? you can cook there." which seems to be the worst thing he could have possibly said because buck looks fully downtrodden now, his hands tightening on his grocery basket, filled with cereal and nuts and all types of easy snacks, not a fresh produce in sight, and tommy can tell there's something deeply wrong (of course there is, bobby's gone, things might never be right for evan ever again) and buck clearly doesn't want to talk about it.

but tommy can't help but push a little because he's wanted to check up on him for weeks now and kept chickening out, kept telling himself evan doesn't want to have to deal with his ex boyfriend right now, not when he's just lost the man who helped him grow into who he is, who helped him settle into himself, the man he called the father he never had..... so tommy asks. "are you not cooking at the firehouse?"

and buck stiffens a little, because the truth is no, no he isn't. he tried a bunch, he really did, but even after chimney's big speech, even after he got the cap title, even after eddie's return, even though they all said they're a family and they're gonna stick together through this.... they're all.... scattered. it's the word buck keeps thinking about. like leaves in the wind, carried away from him by forces stronger than him, by life and it's ups and downs, all of them busybusybusy, preoccupied, hurting... and buck doesn't blame them. he doesn't. but he tried to cook family dinner twice since eddie came back and he never wants to feel the ice cold trickle of rejecting spreading beneath his sternum, down to his toes, when they all grabbed a plate and walked off into their own little bubbles, thank you buck! thrown over their shoulders absently, bobby's absence like a stab wound in his gut that no one could see....

so.

"no. i, uh.... no, i'm not really cooking at the firehouse."

tommy looks surprised, shocked really, and he's truly so wonderfully expressive when you actually know him. his eyes in particular, radiating compassion and sadness, not pity, never pity, and buck really wishes he could burrow there. or in the place where his neck meets his shoulder, just hide there for a while, just until the world stops spinning.

"it's okay. i mean, family dinners aren't really the same without –" and buck can't quite say it, but tommy gets it, he does, and he reaches for him, fingers soft on buck's elbow, a silent show of support. "and to be honest, it hasn't quite felt right to cook just for me, so," buck adds, lifting his basket where tommy can also spy a few packets of ramen.

and it's that sad sight more than anything else that has him blurt: "you can cook at my place, if you want. i mean, if you need."

evan looks surprised, eyes widening like he can't believe it. "really?" he asks, a little eager, and tommy shrugs, as charmed by this man now as he was when they met over a year ago.

"yeah, i mean.... my kitchen misses you," tommy says, softly. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. it plays over and over in the back of his head, in a loop. it has since the day he walked away, but it's not the right time.

tommy wants to do this again, wants to be honest about his feelings, wants to tell evan he's in love with him and that it scares him to death, but not being together scares him even more. but evan's entire life just fell apart and tommy isn't going to be the asshole who swoops into the wreckage trying to play romantic hero.

but this? offering him a place where evan can be, can express himself, his love, his grief, without expectations, without assumption that it'll mean anything for them? that tommy can do.

and buck smiles, bashful, because he can read between the lines, and he's lost too much in too little time – a father, a close-knit family, a best friend it feels at times – not to be recklessly hopeful when he can. so he says: "well, i miss your kitchen too."

and tommy smiles that scrunchy smile buck loves so much, eyes crinkling, and they're gonna need to use their words, so many words, but not yet.

besides, buck knows what tommy means, when he looks at him all soft and relieved like that and says, deadpan and snarky as ever: "what a coincidence!"

buck moves in three days later.

[yandere-sins]

Kicking my feet and twirling my hair at your yandere König and Ghost headcanons💕 could I request some headcanons on how they'd react at escape attempts/successful escapes please?

Of course! Thanks for requesting! ♥

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König

♡ One word: panic. It's not a slowly developing feeling, either. When he can't find you in your room, his stomach twists as he waltzes into the bathroom instead. At this point, his pulse begins ringing in his ears, and his breaths come out as slow pushes of air. König realizes how wrong his home feels, how there's no sign of you there, and the panic that overcomes him is just about to explode like a grenade on the battlefield—it builds up and then peng! It's too quiet, too cold, and the thought of you having left is one of pure horror. If anyone would measure his tension, his body would break all means of detecting it, every muscle so taut they could snap at any given moment, and every one of his movements deliberate and deadly. König tries to think about what he's done wrong and why you'd do this to him, but he manages to push these thoughts aside for later. He needs to focus, needs to keep his wits up. Part of him hopes you didn't leave him because you wanted to. Another part hopes very much that you weren't forced to leave him just to spare you from the horrors that you could possibly encounter because of that. Then again, if someone was as bold as to kidnap you, König would at least have an outlet for all the rage, frustration, and madness he is feeling; the thought of breaking some bones suddenly so tempting.

♡ And yet, König is never more in control than in moments like this. Despite his panic and anxiety about losing you, he could never concentrate better than now that he has to get you back. And he has to; he needs to. Needs you. His life is meaningless without you in it, and he needs to cradle you in his arms and know you're okay just so he can fucking breathe again. He has his means of finding out where you are and is not shy about using them. You'll come to dread the day you got stalked by someone so big and tall that it should have been impossible. But once he's behind you, your escape is over, and with it, any other possibility that you'll ever be able to try again. If he has to put you in an underground bunker, tied up and unable to do anything without him, then so be it. But König can't lose you again. He might as well die if you ever manage to get away. Ultimately, it will be his tense, unyielding hands dragging you back, even as he coos sweet promises into your ear. That everything will be okay now, that he'll protect you. But he'll be much more possessive and needy after your attempt, and you only have yourself to blame for what he's going to do with you once he has you back in the safety of his arms.

Ghost

♡ Physically, you might already be far, far away from Ghost. Yet, you can still feel his disappointment and hear him sigh, even if it's all just subconsciously. There's something especially bitter about the fact he went out to get you some nice food you like, thinking about how much he'll enjoy watching you eat it on his way back and imaging the taste on your lips as he steals kisses from you, only to come back to this. Nothing. Emptiness and the remains of his heart getting shredded by explosive bangs of heartache. He thought things were improving between you two, but that escape was on him. He shouldn't have trusted you quite this much, though it really fucking hurts that you did it. He's been good to you, hasn't he? Loved you well, fucked you well, spent all his damn money to make you comfortable. You can run all you want, but you can't deny the few times you leaned in for a cuddle—even if it was subconsciously—or asked him for something, and he got it for you without thinking twice. You might think running is the right option, but are you even aware of what you're running away from? By all means, he was a perfect partner (aside from forcing you into this relationship, but it was for the greater good of you both being together). And yet, you'd betray him like this. Run away when things get rough. When they aren't up to your standards. Ghost must have spoiled you rotten, eh? Pity because he won't make the same mistakes twice.

♡ Ghost doesn't need anyone or anything to track you down. He might have a tracker on you, part of him always admiring your rebellious nature and knowing the day would come, but he knows you. He knows you too well. He studied your thoughts like no one else, perhaps knowing even better than you what you're thinking. And though he's gripping the steering wheel of the car he's using to catch up to you, to the point of either his fingers or the material they're wrapped around cracking, when he does find you, he's eerily calm. He knew the way you'd run, knew which bushes you'd hide behind, and now that he caught up, you really have no choice but to surrender. Ghost wouldn't let you win in a fight on his good days, much less days ruined by your idiocity. So you can choose to get in defeatedly or have him drag you into the car with no guarantee he won't hurt you. It's not like your tears leave him cold. The dead look on your face or how you jerk when he brushes your hair back, feeling like ice picks stabbed into his heart. He hates arguing with you. He hates being angry with you. It's on you this time, though. But at least, if you're cooperative, the only way he'll let you know how mad he is, is by holding your thigh in his hand on the drive, gripping it painfully rigid as he drives you two back, thinking about whether or not to break your leg as a lesson. No promises on if he will act on these thoughts, though—you really messed up this time and deserve the lesson, don't you? Better start appeasing him before you get home, and he gets to have you all to himself again, just like he always wanted.

[thragedys]

Clear Mind

Ren x Fem Reader

REBOOTING...

Synopsis: With many dreadful thoughts lingering on your conscience, you have been experiencing trouble regarding trust in the people close to you. With the news rambling on about murders and the everlasting feeling of eyes glaring at you, you’re close to breaking. You can’t shake that forever-present paranoia alone.

Word count: 2.3k

Includes: Ren x Fem Reader, comfort, Ren being sweet, establishing a relationship, smut, oral, cunnilingus, kissing, clothed orgasm

A/N: Ren is too cute! I had to write something about him.

It was strange—his behaviour. You’ve never seen anything quite like it, the constant jitters in his facade. Your emotions are constantly changing. At this point, you are uncertain how you feel towards Ren. Part of you pities him and wants to remain his friend, but the other wants to get as far away as possible. Miles, perhaps a new city. However far your legs can take you.

He hasn’t done anything to harm you. He would never. His protectiveness, however, disturbs you deeply. How he told your friends he was your boyfriend without the slightest hint of hesitation, the way he’s so effortlessly affectionate and intimate. If you’re able to clear the air with him this evening, there will be no more worries remaining. Other than the uneasy sensation of a set of prying eyes burning through you every passing moment. 

You blame your neighbour, Violet, for that unnerving sense of paranoia. She just had to mention she witnessed someone exiting your apartment. Someone you weren’t aware was in there in the first place.

Knock, knock, knock.

Three gentle taps against your door. It’s Ren. Your heart sinks to your stomach as you stand to your feet, legs wobbling as you make your way to answer. Pulling down the handle, you take a deep breath and gaze up at the lanky figure before you.

“Hi! Is everything okay? You look… Ill?” Ren pats his hand against the side of your face and you huff, feeling guilty for ever suspecting anything of him. Awkward people tend to shift their behaviour when around new individuals to avoid getting embarrassed, that’s likely his reasoning.

“I just need to talk to someone. I’ve been having trouble sleeping recently.”

“Told you that you could stay at my place whenever you wanted, didn’t I?” His smile was soft, raising the bag of goodies he brought with him. “Can I come in? It’s food and a few other things.”

…

“Wow, you don’t look well at all… Are you sure you’re okay?” His concern grows as you snap out of your trance, opening the door further for him to enter.

“I’m scared, Ren.”

“Of what? You can tell me anything— everything for that matter.”

“I swear I saw someone outside of my window a few days ago. I don’t know what they were doing, but I saw them. Hardly anyone is ever out there.”

“Hmm? Were they looking your way?”

“…I don’t think so. I can’t remember.”

“Okay, that’s fine! Don’t stress over it. We can talk about this after we eat. You need to get some food in you.”

Pulling out the boxed portions of food, he slides yours over and begins digging into his own, keeping a keen eye on you while you nibble at your meal. Even though you can’t shake the impending dread, you regain your appetite after seeing he purchased your favourite for you.

Now you feel a little bit better. You push any food waste aside and notice how he immediately goes to dispose of it, taking care of your duties inside of your own home without you having to ask. Ren was a sweetheart.

“How do you want to do this? Lying down, sitting, standing?” He taps his fingers against the tabletop, his eyes filled with worry as you space out yet again.

“Do what?”

“Talk. I wanna hear everything you have to say so you can get it off of your mind.”

“Oh, the sofa will do. Thank you for coming over.”

“No need to thank me! I’m happy to be here, so happy to be with you. I missed you so much.”

Not quite catching the last part of his sentence, you sink onto the sofa and rest your head against his arm. You pour your heart out to him, unsure if you’re overstepping by not holding back — but he did tell you he’s here to listen. And he did. 

When you finished listing off your worries, he hummed and squeezed you tighter, now realising that during your full confession, you somehow ended up in his embrace. His nose is pressed into your hair, one hand stroking up and down your back, hushing you as a few tears slip from your eyes.

“Don’t cry, Angel… You’re safe, I promise.” Judging from the tone of his voice, you can tell he is hurt by how upset you’ve been. “I’m here for you. Do you want to stay at my place tonight? Clear your head, get away from all those thoughts.”

“I can’t hide from my fears forever, Ren.”

“Then you’ll have to let me fight them off. I’ll beat up the bad guys for you and the bad thoughts.” He raises his fists playfully, locking eyes with you as you lift your head.

“Are you sure you could handle them?”

“Easily! Oh, I forgot to ask…” Ren murmurs, twiddling with the fabric of your shirt. “I am allowed to stay over, aren’t I? I brought my essentials, so…”

“Of course. I’m going to use the bathroom; you can go get yourself comfy.”

“You’re the best! I’ll be waiting for you.” He springs to his feet and wanders off into your bedroom, leaving you to tend to your nighttime routine.

Applying the final step of your skincare, you pat your face and yawn. It has gotten quite late, you’re starting to wonder whether Ren fell asleep without you. Entering the bedroom, you spot him sitting on the edge of the bed, as though he was seriously waiting on your command so he could lie down. His eyes sparkle when they land on your figure, and his arms open.

“Snuggle?” He flutters his eyelashes, his blue eyes boring through yours as you sit on his lap.

“Sure.”

“I checked outside of your window. I looked everywhere I could and saw nothing suspicious. I might have scared them off.”

“Maybe you did.”

“Do I get a reward?”

“Do you deserve one?”

“But… I protected you! I made sure any scary people left you alone. They won’t dare try anything while I’m here.”

“I was teasing you, Ren.”

“Oh…”

“You’re such a good boy. You do everything you can to help me.”

“Don’t say things like that…!” His face lights up a bright shade of red, eyes snapping to the side to avoid your gaze.

“Why are you so cute?” 

“Dunno… Why are you so beautiful? You are an angel. My angel.” Ren trails off, propping himself above you while your body is crushed to the mattress. “Mine.”

Your face is held in his palms, his eyes laced with nothing but adoration as they analyse you. He was tracing every detail of your face, trailing down your body, and stopping in their tracks when he felt a tug on the sleeve of his turtleneck. As he redirects his gaze back up to your face, he notices how your hand sneakily wrapped itself in his hair and edged him closer towards you.

He can never get used to this. The way you kiss him first destroys him. If he wasn’t desperate enough before, he is now. After recollecting his thoughts, he nips at your bottom lip and grants himself more access to your mouth, taking control from here. His pretty girl shouldn’t have to put all the work in.

“Can I…?” Ren mumbles into your mouth before pulling away, the string of saliva keeping you both connected. He twangs the waistband of your shorts, his index finger tracing swirls on your exposed stomach.

“Yeah…”

“I’ll be gentle. I know you haven’t been feeling your best, so let me do everything today. I just wanna take your mind off of things. I want you to be happy again.”

“I am happy when I’m with you. You make me feel safe.”

“…?” Ren halts, his hair brushing against your leg as he stares up at you from between your thighs.

“You mean a lot to me, Ren. More than you think. You drop everything for me when I need you most—no one has ever valued me that much before.”

“It will always be you above anything else. Nothing will ever be more important than you.” He slides down your panties, revealing the mess before him. 

“I love you.” Ren uttered, planting kisses down your inner thigh.

It went unheard, exactly as he was hoping it would. His words were mumbled as he delved in between your folds, his tongue exploring you frantically as if it were his first time. Your cunt was familiar with him now. His tongue traced the shape of a heart on your clit, then repeated similar motions until he watched your eyes flicker shut.

“Keep them open, please…” Ren laces his hand with yours, giving it a firm squeeze.

He wants you to watch everything he does, wants you to remember who made you feel so good.

Your hips buck forward, accidentally pressing yourself even closer to him. His hands wrapped around your thighs, holding you firmly in place while he savored your taste. No other reward could compare to this. The thought that you were this wet because of him riles him up. He made you this way, no one else. 

Slipping two fingers into your entrance, he remains gentle like he had promised. He was relishing in your reactions, slowly bringing you closer to an orgasm, then taking it away by altering his rhythm. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to cum for him—it’s that he doesn’t want this to end. For the past few days he hasn’t seen you face to face; he had craved this exact encounter.

Your walls tighten around him, an indicator that you won’t be able to hold on much longer, but he doesn’t slow down. He’s lost in your taste, entranced by the way you push yourself against him, allowing him to ravish you as if you were his last meal. The longer he goes, the sloppier he gets. Due to the grip you have on his hair, it became quite messy—the strays flying freely.

“I’m so close, Ren…” You whine, letting his name roll off of your tongue a few more times. Your eyes have grown hazy, unable to take them off him.

“Then cum for me. It’s my reward after all…”

Hearing his words pushed you, causing the cord building intricately inside of you to snap. You muffled your moan, forgetting the time and the likelihood of your neighbours attempting to get rest. The last thing you need is a visit from security due to a noise complaint. Ren pulls back, sliding his fingers from your cunt and wiping any fluid that smeared on his face away.

There was something odd about him. Whether it be the dark lighting or that look in his eyes—there was a different energy surrounding him. He likes the fingers that have been inside of you, sending a shudder down his spine. 

“What…? Do you want a taste too? I don’t mind sharing if it’s with you.” Ren pouts, extending his fingers to brush across your lips, smearing your slick across them.

“You’re looking at me all funny. Is there something wrong?” Ren’s once smug demeanour disappears, his hand patting his face while you shake your head.

“You’re so handsome. I’m so lucky.”

“…!” Ren leans forward, his breath hitching as if he were in disbelief.

“I was jealous when that girl was all over you in that store. Really jealous. I don’t know what we are or if we even are an official thing, but I know I would love to be your real girlfriend.”

“Angel…” Ren murmurs, utter disbelief upon him as he tries to get his words out. “You’re going to make me cry— in a good way… A really good way! I never knew—”

“Can you stay over more often?” Your eyes water, locking with Ren’s teary pair.

“I’ll stay over whenever you want, all you have to do is ask. I can’t believe this is actually… Do you know— Ugh. I can’t get my words out, why now?” Ren mopes due to his poor communication, but your chuckle grants him enough reassurance to continue trying.

“I was hoping you felt the same way I did, but I didn’t want to force anything on you. I’m sorry things have been so confusing between us. If I would’ve known, I would’ve made it all so much clearer.”

“Does this mean we’re officially dating?”

“I suppose… but, if you want the truth, we already were a long time ago in my mind. My eyes have only been on you. They always will be. They always have been…”

“Hm?” You rub your thumb over his knuckles, curious to hear what he said.

“Nothing, I’m just rambling on, typical me…” Ren beams, nestling his head down onto your chest. “It feels nice to know you’re only mine now.”

“Did you think I wanted anyone else?”

“No… but! That doesn’t stop people from wanting you. They can’t have you, so I win.”

“You seem very proud of yourself.”

“I am. I’m an even prouder boyfriend knowing you’re the one I have.”

“I’ll pay you back tomorrow.”

“Huh?” Ren lifts his head, his brows furrowed.

“I didn’t have the chance to give you any pleasure.”

“I had lots, don’t worry. Seeing you like that was enough for me.”

“Did you…?” You raise an eyebrow, squinting your eyes as your inquisitive nature piques.

“…” Ren’s cheeks light up, already aware of what you are insinuating. “Well— Yes! How couldn’t I? You’re just soo pretty, and you were moaning my name in that whiny voice, and—”

“It’s okay; you don’t need to explain. Do you want to clean yourself up?”

“M’ too sleepy. I’ll take a shower in the morning and sort everything out then.”

“I’ll make sure to wake you up nice and early with me in that case.”

Accepting defeat at the early rise, Ren groans and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. His body is sprawled out on top of yours, his limbs snuggling you tightly. There is no chance of you escaping him in the night with his sheer strength, you would need to be plied off of him to be free again. Before you know it, your eyes unwillingly close and your heart sinks with his, blissfully falling into a slumber together.

[siempre-bucky]

i got you

Joaquin Torres x Fem!Reader

summary: Sam cares for both Torres' after Joaquin's accident.

wc: 1k

a/n: a lil short n' sweet follow up to existence, but can be read alone!

Fighter jets, splashing of water, and a soft “Keep him alive” harmonized hauntingly in his mind. But for now, thankfully, they drowned out the steady beep of the monitor that kept track of Joaquin’s heartbeat. It was all your fault, Sam growled to himself as he watched the surgeon meticulously work on the poor man’s body. His arms were crossed, fingernails dug into his biceps in anger. He was mad at Joaquin for not listening to him, mad at Ross for putting them in that situation, and he was mad at himself. 

“There was no coffee on this floor,” Joaquin’s wife sadly announced as she entered the room. 

He turned to look at her, her eyes were no longer bloodshot like they were when she barreled into the room when they first arrived at the hospital. They were now just a light pink, indicating that she’d drop crying while she was gone on a coffee run. 

“I don’t need any,” Sam told her. 

“Me either.” She did actually, he knew she hadn’t slept. 

They stood in another silence, watching the surgery take place. She stood close to the cold glass, the tip of her finger making small shapes on the glass. She should be screaming at him, cussing him out, beating on his chest, or worse. Sam thought of all the possibilities, but she stood alone, her eyes barely blinking just in case Joaquin took a turn for the worse, fearing that she’d miss it. He failed both of them.

He spoke her name, coming out as a barely audible whisper. She turned to him with a soft look on her face, as if she knew what he would say. “It’s all my f-” 

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Sam.” 

“If I-” 

“Stop!” She took a few steps closer to him, her body blocking the view of Joaquin. He’d never seen her stern before, granted, he’d only known Mrs. Torres a few days now. He didn’t like it much, but it reminded him of Sarah when she had to give him one of her tough love pep talks. “What else could you have done? All of that happening in the air plus Joaquin's stubbornness and eagerness to be a hero—it was inevitable.” 

Sam’s lowered his gaze to the floor, her tear-filled eyes becoming too much. “I should have been faster.” 

Those words felt bitter on his tongue like a poison eating at him every time he’s had to say it. He said it to Riley’s wife, then to Tony after Rhody went down, and now to the wife of his new partner—the one he promised he’d keep safe for her. 

“He should have stood down,” she retorted. “There shouldn't have been mind-controlled pilots!” She took a step back, realizing the visible trembling in her legs returned. She swallowed hard and ran her fingers through her hair. “Just stop blaming yourself for things you can’t control,” she breathed, air hitching in her throat, “I just want my husband, Sam. I’m sorry—I’m sorry.” 

He caught her before she fell, arm tightening around her. “I got you, I got you.” 

The door opened and Sam without looking grumbled out “It’s a private room. Go away.” 

“Missed you too,” the other man sighed, then pointed to the woman in Sam’s embrace. She pulled away and quickly rubbed her eyes before turning around. “You must be Mrs. Torres.” he stepped forward and shook her hand. “I know these doctors. He’ll be just fine.” 

“Thank you, Sargent Barnes,” she said, trying to make her voice sound strong and that she wasn’t having a breakdown. “I-I’ll let you two talk, I’m going to try and find coffee again.” 

“The cafe on the first floor just opened,” Bucky told her kindly. 

She gently squeezed Sam’s shoulder and offered him a hopeful smile, it was small, but it was there. 

—

She never left the hospital, despite Sam’s texts telling her to get some sleep and go home for a while. She slept when Joaquin slept, the uncomfortable armchair pulled up beside the hospital bed. She only went far enough to get coffee or to follow the doctors, annoying them with her questions and concerns. It was no wonder why she was an aid worker, helping the nurses dress Joaquin’s wounds and even giving them instructions on how to provide first aid. “Amor please,” Joaquin whined, “They know what they’re doing.” He reached out for her hand and gently held onto her fingers. 

Sam admired her for it. 

“They should know how sensitive your skin is! Especially with how cold they keep it here,” she huffed, grabbing the tube of burn cream out of her jeans pockets. 

“She always like this?” Isaiah whispered to Sam who nodded, the two of them observing the couple from the side of the room. He chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest, “reminds me of Faith, always makin’ sure I was alright. Pretty Boy would be a fool to let her go.” 

She sat on the side of the bed, giving Joaquin instructions for the cream just in case she couldn’t help. He pressed a button so he could sit up without pain and wrapped an arm around her middle, pulling her close, and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Sam knew he wasn’t listening, he was too focused on her face and the way it looked and how her expression changed depending on what she was saying. Re-committing her face to memory. 

“He’s gotta let her go and sleep or somethin’,” Sam chuckled. 

Isaiah reached into his pockets and pulled out two tickets, “Got me and my new friend over there tickets to tonight's game. May not be sleep but I’m sure she’d appreciate a night out.” 

“Think she’ll leave his side?” 

“Courtside,” he chuckled sheepishly, waving the tickets. “Took some convincing from him, but she’s going to have a great time. Joaquin asked for a souvenir, everyone wins.”  

“Can y’all get me something signed at least?” Joaquin called out from the other side of the room. “

“Don’t push your luck,” she sighed, quickly pecking at his lips. “And you should be lying down.” 

Joaquin found the back of her neck and pulled her in for a longer kiss as he slowly lowered himself back down. “I’m down, I’m down” he whispered, pulling away. 

“Stay that way— please.  Don’t overdo it while I’m gone.” 

“I promise, Sam’s going to be here.” 

Sam smiled and huffed out a chuckle. “Yeah I'll be here, Torres,” he said, ���don’t worry, I got him.”

[l-in-the-light]

Trafalgar Law on touching and being touched

It won't be a perverted post despite the title lol. But I won't stop your imagination, be free!

There's this funny theme going on with Law and Luffy in particular that picked my interest.

Luffy touched him first.

And he later returned the gesture, much more awkwardly.

Again, Luffy grabbed him angrily first.

Law made sure to return the gesture. (btw he also does it with Zoro, who was the first one to wrap an arm around him at post-Dressrosa feast. In Wano Law has no problem grabbing Zoro and shouts at him angrily. Again, it was Zoro who initiated the touch first).

Law grabbing Luffy to teleport them makes Luffy react in a curious way, you wanna know why?

Because it totally feels like this moment. Both Law and Ace, right after getting uncuffed, grabbed Luffy in same way to get him to a safer place. Ace-Law parallel in relation to Luffy kills me. The whole Dressrosa arc's plotline between Luffy and Law is just Marineford Went Well This Time. Ngl I kinda hated Oda at first for that. Now i dig it.

He didn't seem to like that. Luffy says "Let's all get along well!", but Law thinks alliances don't have to "get along".

Mistranslation here. What Law says here, being so surprised, is "nakayoshi ka?!" which means "you two get along?!" or "you two are buddy-buddies?!". It's a callback to Luffy declaring that Law and Strawhats crew should get along (he uses same word then, nakayoku-get along), Law learns here that Luffy's crew indeed "gets along well". You can interpret it whatever way you wish, but I will use it this time to put this scene into context:

The same gesture Luffy did to him before, but Law didn't return it to Luffy - that's because they're not crewmates. But he takes the lesson to heart and "gets along" with his own crew. Omg I can't believe i'm writing it, I make Law sound like this completely awkward adult who doesn't know how to be friends with people.

But bear with me, the shit is only starting. If you don't want to have feels I reccommend you just laugh at it and stop reading here. I digged up a feels landmine by accident. In-depth study starts below!

It's also a possible callback to the "reassurance" Law got from Cora-san. "I'm counting on you to escape" and Law did. He counts for his crew to steer the submarine well in similar manner.

Law's family didn't seem very touchy-feely, so please keep that in mind as well. He's got limited experience with touches and the few touches he did get familiar with were either taken away from him or brutalized.

Law getting patted on the head lovingly by his parent.

Next time this loving gesture happens, he gets thrown from like two-floor building into a pile of garbage.

And then he gets lied to that everything will be fine. We all know it wasn't.

Do you still wonder why he hates being touched on the head?

The sister touches his face gently while showing child Law support and compassion, reminding him not to despair, someone kind will help him.

Corazon doing the same gentle touch to the face while crying for him, thinking of all the pain Law had to experience. Indeed, the world sent Law someone kind. And Law lost him and blames himself for that.

Law holding Lammy's hand while lying to her that it will be alright. He never does that gesture again to anyone.

The sister holding Law's hand.

"Don't come closer! Don't touch us! We will get infected!" even doing the barrier gesture (I guess that's why Law doesn't get along with Bartolomeo). I used only few examples, there is much more, I just couldn't bear posting them all. Anyway, Law's got the message, his touch is unwanted. The body and mind remembers this.

Similar shit said at the auction in Sabaody about Fishmen, we don't see Law's reaction to that, but we can guess already that it was for sure triggering. Those people talking are sitting not that far away from him.

Ever wondered why Law throws people when teleporting? Besides the fact he avoids making contact with anyone unless they initiate it first, because that trauma is still strong in him ("Stay away! Don't come closer!"), there is one other possible reason:

Wonder no more! He does it to people because that's how people treated him as well, even people who apparently loved him.

Now that I have ruined the "Law is just an awkward unsocial nerd" joke for you, let me offer something to warm your heart a bit in exchange:

Corazon made sure to touch Law a lot and hold him in his arms, despite being often clumsy about it. I think he understood Law's trauma about being touched and his fear to touch or approach anyone, and tried to help him overcome it.

Being hugged and trying to return the gesture. Corazon's efforts did bring some results! But it only works for very few people, Law is still wary of people he doesn't know well. He expects to be unwanted and acts uneccessarily cold, distant and unapproachable because of that. But if you scroll back to the beginning of this post, you can see that he is trying his best to overcome it as well, one step at a time. Some things just can't be rushed.

And hey, at least he seems to be actually relaxed and almost like he *enjoys* being carried around. You think it makes him look uncool? Definitely. But suddenly it feels like Something Important, kinda intimate in a way and not just a silly comedy moment. It's a sign Law relies on people when he lets them carry him and that's why he doesn't protest.

Sanji is like "Why are you relaxing like that?! Get off!!" Finally, it makes sense why Law makes such a sour face here. Sanji should be grateful for the rare privileage after all! Anyway, this is anime-only extension, in manga Sanji actually doesn't tell Traffy to get off and Law chooses to scramble by himself, which doesn't taint the fragile trust those two just shared.

For those who made it to the end of this post, have I ruined Law's comedy moments for you forever? Because I sure just did that for myself.

I could also add one more cute thing from One Piece World Seeker Law's dlc, but I will let those interested to discover it by themselves!

I'm also amazed by the consistency of this theme. Both manga and anime never forget that touch is seemingly a big deal for Law.

[luveline]

you asked for marauders so how about rockstar!sirius? i love a good reunion fic

He’s sitting at the back of a dimly lit restaurant with friends. One you recognise, Remus, but the rest you’re unsure of. Sirius has the remarkable ability to make friends in every city of every country and in each continent; you can’t possibly keep track of them all. You can barely keep track of him, though he tries his best to tell you. 

Going to a restaurant tonight called The Lucky Rabbit for dinner, Remus says they have rocky road? Seems a bit shit. Love you, see you in sixteen days 

You get a message in similar fashion each night, the days until you’ll see one another counting steadily down. There are days where you don’t get much more than that, he’s got a hate-hate relationship with his phone, and while you don’t blame him, you miss him. 

He calls you most mornings, at least. Yesterday’s had been particularly sweet, because Sirius was sweet, and he doesn’t tend to be, not when you’re out of arms reach. 

“I wish I could see you,” he’d said, something muffled about his voice as though he’d been speaking with his lips to his pillow, “wish you were here. I don’t know… I miss you a lot. I didn’t expect it to feel like this.” 

It used to be terrifying when he’d say stuff like that. Your famous boyfriend, confessing affection down the line to a total loser with nothing to give him. Now it just makes you want to kiss it better. 

You text Remus quickly to ensure that it’s a good time. Hi, I’m at the door. 

He pulls out his phone and grins. I won’t look in case I give you away. Do you need me to take some of the boys? 

That would be nice, but, Maybe you can drag him out for a cig? you text. I’ll wait in the smokers area? 

No problem

You rush for smokers' hutch and sit alone on a bench under a fabric covering. It’s the evening, shoes shiny in the dark, the winter cold nipping your fingers as you cross your arms around yourself. 

“Sorry,” you hear Sirius say, far away, getting closer, “I’m not trying to be a dick.” 

“You’ve never had to try very hard.” 

“Funny. Can I have one of those before I go blind?”

“You can’t be that desperate,” Remus laughs. 

“I can’t have what I’m actually craving,” Sirius says, a twist of feigned drama, just the tiniest smidge of genuineness somewhere threaded within as they make their way onto the veranda. “I didn’t know you could miss somebody like this.” 

It’s really sweet, and you’re usually more awkward, but for once you get it right. “Welcome to my world,” you say. No malice nor snark, you don’t have it in you when you’re with him, but certainly some irony. 

Sirius turns his head fast enough to make you wince. 

“I miss you like that every week,” you further. 

“No way?” He grins at you, fully grins at you, the goofy kind he’d normally only share with you when you’re in bed together and he’s forgotten to hide it. “Aw, baby, no way.” 

You’re swept up before you know it. He practically collapses into you, squeezing you, apologies whispered frantically into your ear as he stands and drags you with him. You hardly remember to stand, feeling at the slope of his back and the starched fabric of his jacket, assuring yourself that he’s really in your arms as you hug. 

“No way,” he says a third time, “what are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I would’ve picked you up.” Your spine creaks under his squeezing. 

He leans back. You follow him, not willing to part just yet. “I told Remus,” you explain. 

“Bastard.” 

“Should I go back in?” Remus asks. 

You’d say yes, because you’re not overly fond of being seen in love, but Sirius doesn’t answer, and then neither of you can as he takes your face into two hands to kiss you grandly. His smile is a rigid line against your lips, so wide you can feel his teeth as he struggles to keep a plain expression and kiss you as he wants to. Your back sags in relief. 

“Sweetheart,” he says, pulling away abruptly, “you must be so tired. Are you hungry?” His hands fall softly down your face to your shoulders. “Thank you for coming.” 

You startle. “You’re welcome, it’s– it was selfish, not totally for you, I missed you too much to wait two more weeks.” 

“Two weeks and two days,” he says. 

“That’s contrary,” you tease lightly. 

“No, the two days makes a fucking difference.” Sirius puts his arm behind your shoulder and turns you to Remus, almost like he’s showing you off. He opens his mouth to speak, but he loses the words, dropping his face to give you a kiss tight to your chin. 

It tickles. When you laugh, he does it again.

“Fuck, I’m glad you’re here. I was starting to lose it.”

“You could’ve asked me to come,” you say, beginning to trudge in time with him toward the restaurant doors. 

“Will you come with me for a bit?” he asks. 

Will you follow your lovely boyfriend for a bit on his nice tour eating good food and watching him at his best from the side stage? You tip your head to the side to ask for another ticklish kiss, which is enough answer for him. 

[exhaustedpirate]

interrupting the uninterruptable

i fully blame the tevan server for pulling this prompt out of me but au where tommy didn't have a shift to get to and well, buck needs some confirmations aka tevan making out in buck's kitchen

T rating | 1161 words

“So that was okay?”

“Better than fake mouth static.”

Tommy laughs shyly, ducking his head. The world has turned upside down.

Because okay didn’t even begin to describe the absolute infestation of winged insects in his stomach, or the possibly worrying rate of his heartbeat, or even the way he was still catching his breath despite the fact that it was the most chaste kiss he has ever participated in.

Okay? Understatement of the century.

Tommy looks back up at him, a playful curve to his lips. Buck zeroes in on them, on the little cupid’s bow, on the rosy tint to them. There is only one thought in his mind.

“Evan?”

Fuck chaste! 

Buck’s hands take hold of the back of Tommy’s head and he pulls him into a decidedly-not chaste kiss, swallowing a surprised moan from the other man’s mouth. Hmm.

Just as life-changing as the first.

Because, now that Tommy’s gotten over the shock and has firmly placed his hands on Buck’s hips and is kissing him back in earnest, he knows how perfectly their mouths fit against one another. He knows the way Tommy’s hands feel so warm against him even over his shirt. He knows how soft Tommy’s hair is from where his fingers have tangled in the short locks. 

Most importantly, he knows deep in his bones that he was made to kiss Tommy Kinard.

Maybe it’s too soon. 

Maybe they should take a breath and talk.

On the other hand, Buck feels like he might die if he stops kissing Tommy, so he keeps tasting the man’s lips, running his hand down his bicep, over his chest, enjoying the way Tommy’s arm wraps around his waist as their tongues join the kiss.

He might be flying, he might be falling. But thankfully, Tommy is a pilot and he’s got a good grip on him so maybe Buck can let himself feel instead of think.

Tommy is all-consuming and consumes him in the same second. Tommy is a door opening to a wider, more vivid world beyond and Buck is allowed to step inside, hand in hand with the man currently taking all his breaths away.

Buck’s pocket is vibrating. He lets out a hum in the same frequency, too focused on the way Tommy’s teeth rasp along his bottom lip.

His pocket vibrates again and it stops Tommy’s wandering hand from landing on his behind. It makes him want to throw away the weird vibration because he needs Tommy’s hands on him, all of him.

His pocket keeps vibrating and it does the most cruel thing ever - it makes Tommy stop kissing him. But all dark clouds have a silver lining because he doesn’t go far, their noses almost touching, his hands are still on his hips.

“Your phone, Evan,” Tommy’s voice is quiet, hoarse, hot and it takes him too long to process what was said. “Someone’s calling you.”

“Oh,” Buck forces himself to reach for his phone in his back pocket, keeping his free hand in a tight grip of Tommy’s shirt at his shoulder - anything to keep the man close. He keeps forcing himself away from the other man but only enough to look down at the screen of the still vibrating phone. “It’s Eddie.”

Tommy nods and for a terrifying moment, Buck thinks he will step back and his fingers tighten on the fabric of his shirt. But he doesn’t, his fingers loop into his belt and his forehead presses against his. Buck can’t control the pleased sigh he lets loose.

“You should pick up,” Tommy usually has great ideas, this is not one. “He’s worried.” He repeats and Buck relents. 

Buck owes his best friend an explanation, even if it does interrupt his new-found desire to kiss Tommy for as long as he can. At least the other man doesn’t seem eager to move away.

“Yeah?”

Eddie’s voice is loud through the phone in the quiet of the loft. “Buck, finally, I was worried!”

“Worried?”

Buck’s attention is not on his best friend’s explanation, it’s on the way Tommy is still looking at him, his pupils blown only leaving a thin line of blue visible. 

“After the basketball game, I thought maybe you were mad at me or something-”

It’s on the way their chests graze against one another as they breathe.

“It’s not like I can really leave the house with the cast and-”

It’s on the way Tommy’s hand slides towards Buck’s back pocket and the other runs up his arm until it reaches his jaw.

“I asked Tommy to check up on you-”

It’s on the way the other man’s thumb runs along his jawline until it reaches Buck’s chin, sending shivers up and down his spine as he remembers the first world-changing of the night.

“I don’t know if he left already or not but-”

It’s on the way Tommy’s eyes turn to Buck’s parted lips and in the hunger in them, a hunger that he feels reflected on him.

“I just wanted to apologise, I never meant to exclude you or-”

It’s on the way Tommy ducks his head and runs his lips along Buck’s jawline causing a soft gasp to escape. 

“Buck?”

It’s on the way he feels Tommy’s lips curl up in a smirk as he moves his kisses down to Buck’s neck, where he is likely to feel his accelerated heart rate.

“Buck, you need to say something or-”

It’s on the way Buck can’t stop the hitch of his breath or the satisfied sigh when Tommy’s tongue soothes the soft bite he left on his pulse point.

“Did something happen, Buck? Do you need me to call someone?”

It’s on…Eddie on the phone.

“Oh, hmm, no, I’m fine,” Buck reassures his friend, his hand tangling once more on Tommy’s hair, while he contents himself with placing chaste - damn chaste - kisses on his neck. “We’re good.”

“O-Okay,” Eddie drawls out and Buck closes his eyes to the pleased hum against his skin. “Did Tommy talk to you? ‘Cause he was-”

“Y-Yeah, Tommy and I talked,” Buck shivers at the way Tommy chuckles against him while his hand grips the meat of his ass. That was different, in the best way. “We’re a-all good.”

“Are you sure? You sound weird.”

“Yeah, I’m j-just busy,” Buck gasps as Tommy’s hand leaves his chin to run down his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. “Was that all?”

“Uh, y-yeah,” Eddie sounds confused on the other side but Buck is trying to keep from moaning or grinding against Tommy at the way the man is working a bruise to the skin below his collarbone. “Is there someone with you?”

“Yes.” Tommy answers, loud enough that Eddie probably hears.

Buck doesn’t have time for subterfuge now. 

Not when Tommy takes the phone from his hand, his eyes pleading - promising.

“See you tomorrow, Eds.” 

Not when there’s a hot pilot whose mouth he’s not done exploring.

[sheepispink]

Could you do the tf141 comforting or celebrating with the reader for living another day? I used to be suicidal so that's why I want a fic:)

a/n: i hope this is what you wanted! I tried as best as i can to make it as accurate as possible

thanks to @pythonmoth for the last scene w price! we always do the best brainstorming haha

Spring is just coming around, meaning it’s a little warmer on base and the breeze no longer bites your nose each time you go outside. The past few months have been ….rocky. Between struggling with your own issues and the taskforce finding out about everything, the wintery months have been long and dreadful. They’re not bad people; you’re not sure why you thought they may shame you for your thoughts, but still, the fear lingered in your mind.

You weren't in the room when Price shared the knowledge between them, so you didn't know just how silent they had all gone. The military was a roulette as it is, every mission always having the possibility of being your last. But to sit there and have to imagine you actually gone, stripped from their lives– it was something that scared them to death. It was so easy to get caught up in the intricacies of reports, the verge of civil wars and saving as many lives as possible that they failed to realise they could lose one of their own off the battlefield too. They’d never blame you; practically everyone there had considered it at least once, even if it was a nerve wracking thing to admit, especially when you’re supposed to be the strongest in the entire country.

You were doing better though, thriving despite the torment that followed you for far too long but still, they knew better than to just brush it off now that it was ‘over’.

Each of them had thought long and hard about it— what would they do if one of them was gone? This wasn’t a matter of it being ‘just how the military works’, this was like a piece of their heart being torn off. And they’d be damned if you didn't know how much it’d affect them, even moreso how much they need you.

Soap had slung his arm tightly around your shoulders that morning, taking the short moment of your surprise to etch your face into his memories forever. It wasn’t in the case he forgot it—no he would never— but he’d sketch you a million times over if it meant you’d smile his way again. “C’mon, take a morning run with me? Ye know I can't go alone.” As always, you agree, and he drags you along— even offering you his own jacket to combat the morning chill. The air is perfect as it washes over your face, the smell so fresh it wakes up your muscles instantly.

“Y’know i love you right?” Soap blurts out, and you blink in surprise again, making him burst out laughing. “Not like that, idiot. I love this, I love watching all your expressions and all your little comments during the day.”

The both of you slow to a stop, his words echoing around your head but you can't even stop him as he throws his arms around your shoulders, squeezing you so tight.

“I’m so glad you’re a part of the team, and don't get mad at me, kay? Price said i should let you talk about it if you wanna, but i just can't keep it in, ye know? I’m so proud of you for coming so far, you do so much on the daily and you fight so hard as it is— ”

He speaks so fast, his muscles clenching around you that you can hardly think straight until he has to stop to catch his breath. “Like i’d do anything for ya, ye know that right? I’ll squeeze ya so tight ye won't even breathe, and if yer feeling bad well.. i’ll get Gaz to cook something real good. I’d even kiss ya if ye asked me to.” Moving forward, he makes a kissy face at you, puckering his lips whilst you burst out laughing, using your strength to wriggle out his grasp and push him away from you.

“Ew, Soap!” You swat his prying hands away, still laughing so hard that your smile has grown wide again. There it is. He grins equally as big, now picking up a pace so much so that you have to run to evade him.

——

”You were doing well until you started chasing me.” You huff, still giggling and very grateful for his kind words— unfortunately he happened to make jokes when he got nervous, thus you were now panting from escaping his grasp.

“You guys stink. Did you roll around in the mud?” Gaz approaches the table you two sit at, setting down the breakfast tray he just collected. “No, that’s just Soap. I told him not to run in the muddy parts of the track.”

”It’s just a bit of dirt, not gonna kill ye.” He rolls his eyes before scarfing down the last of his own breakfast. “I’ve got some damn incident reports to deal with. I’ll see ya tonight.” He makes one more kissy face at you, making you throw your hands up in defense before he laughs and leaves the mess hall.

”So, are we still down to grab the snacks together?” Right, a movie night was the perfect way to spend this Saturday. “You bet.”

——

The nearest town to base wasn’t the biggest but thankfully it had a well-sized Tesco, so you were practically sorted. You head to the chocolate section first, searching for something to hopefully satisfy Soap’s sweet tooth. “Hmm.. I say we get skittles, sour obviously, and… aero. But the chocolate one.. or the mint one?.” You hum, balancing each of the chocolate bags in your arms before you turn around the corner towards the biscuit section, for Ghost and Price’s sake of course.

When your arms are stuffed and you’re barely balancing a bag of crisps beneath your chin, you turn your head back to where Gaz stands with the small trolley, only to see it full with all of your favourite snacks.”What’s all this?”

“Just picking out some snacks.” He pretends like it’s nothing out of ordinary, turning back to the shelves to grab your favourite canned drink as well. From sweets to crisps, even your favourite pastry is in there.. and gum??

“You don't even like these though; I'm like the only one who eats them..” You stare in confusion at one of your favourite fruits sitting in the trolley, whilst he only shrugs, picking another off the shelf. “So? You like ‘em and that’s what matters.”

“But—“

“Are you going to keep complaining or are you going to grab Ghost’s kettle chips?” He deadpans at you which immediately makes you huff in return, before walking down the aisles again in search of it.

By the time you get to packing the bags in the car, you’ve come to realise every item he picked out is something you like. Infact, everything here is. “Kyle, spill, now.” Rolling his eyes at your raised brow, he pulls the boot door down and takes your hand, pulling you over to the passenger side.

“You deserve to have everything you like, always, just like you make sure to do for us.” Gently, he pushes you into the seat, strapping you in before walking around to climb into the driver's seat himself. “Is it so hard to believe we want you to be happy? Now if you dont stop complaining, I'll just take them all for myself.”

“You don't even like them though?”

“I’ll eat it anyway if you’re gonna be acting all silly.”

“I am not acting silly, I—“ And he had just shoved one of the pastries he bought in your mouth, making you mumble and ultimately fail. “Yup, you’re just as proud as we are of your progress and so you’re going to eat that and every other treat I got you.”

———————————

You’re starting to catch on now, at least, kind of. To be fair, the team has always been pretty tight knit, it was only due to recent missions which had caused you to not be in close contact as per usual and thus those thoughts had eaten you up worse than usual. Either way, they’re ranking up the affection ten times more than usual, obvious by how even Ghost has now joined in.

It’s Friday, the day before the movie night where you can finally take a breath and just ignore the world for a moment. Since you’ve finished most of your paperwork and a quick workout in the gym seems like a good way to clear your head in preparation for a no-thinking night. There’s an absence of sound today, only the soft whir of a few younger soldiers on the treadmills. You’ll hop onto those last; your arms feel tight right now and so what’s better than some pushups to ease the strain?

Though, just as you push yourself up for the fifth time, you’re caught off guard by Ghost entering the room. That’s weird; he usually never comes this early in the day but you suppose with the current emptiness it’s fair. Still, you carry on with your workout, only taking a break after the twelth to drink some water.

“Here.”

You almost scream, hearing his voice cut through the silence followed by your full water bottle in his hand. He seems to notice the momentary shock, walking around to stand in front of you properly whilst you snap back to your senses. “Sorry.”

“Thanks, Ghost.. Just didn't expect the jumpscare after my workout.” You chuckle, and he only rolls his eyes, watching intently as you take a long sip of your drink. “Don’t usually see you this early here, how come?”

”Just stopped by.” Then he walked off again, out the room, an energy bar left by the side of your mat.

Initially you just passed it off— Ghost worked in weird ways sometimes and you weren’t one to question what he did if it didn’t cause a reason for concern. So, he had scared you again when you entered your quarters that evening to see him using your desk like it was his own. “Um, Ghost?” He let out a grunt in response, acknowledging you and yet still tapping away at his keyboard. “You gonna explain why you’re in my room?”

“Too cold in mine.” He mutters out, but you know that’s a lie because he’s never cared much for the cold. The one thing he does hate is being hot—specifically when he’s sweating buckets. So you just shrug it off, heading into your bathroom to get changed and brush your teeth. You spend around forty minutes getting ready for bed, and he doesn't really hesitate once, carrying on his work like he always barges into people’s rooms at this time.

When you finally sit on the bed, deciding what to do to relax before bed tonight, he stands, kicking his boots off and sits right beside you. “Oi, watch this.” Your eyes settle on the laptop placed before you, and within seconds you’re laughing at the video shown. Then another one, and another one, and soon your hand clutches Ghost’s arm, exasperated as you try catch your breath from how hard you’ve been laughing. He shifts it to other videos too, stupid people, silly animals, cute pets and soon enough you're both watching those documentaries of underwater creatures. You don't really get to question why he did it since you end up falling asleep, a small grin on your face from the sheer silliness experienced.

He doesn't mention it the next day, and it only really hits you at lunch but he’s gone when your eyes widen, leaving you pondering his reasoning in confusion.

—-----

Finally it’s Saturday, something that should’ve come far sooner than how long this week had dragged on. The time reads 20:30 as you enter the common room, already changed into your comfiest clothes which are totally not your pajamas. Ghost walks past you, going to help bring all the snacks from Gaz’s room. It was pretty smart to hide it there; if it was left it in the common room, Soap would’ve devoured at least three of the crisp bags before lunch.

“Took ya long enough to get here.” Price isn’t dressed down too much, but the sweater looks just warm enough for this weather and it makes you grin seeing him sink into the cushions. “Rookies at it again–had to break up another fight.” His eyes lock onto you as you walk around, settling into the couch, and he doesn't hesitate before pulling you right into his side. You grin as his warm hand tightens around your shoulder, his other hand on the remote that now flicks through Netflix.

“What d’ya wanna watch, hm? Your pick today.”

Infact, the tv already rests on your favourite, which is strange because you do not remember even letting him know that. A little sigh escapes you, feeling awkward with yourself since they’re all giving you so much love whilst you’ve done practically nothing–at least as far as you’re aware.

“Why are you doing all of this anyway?”It’s quiet, meek even, but most of all slightly guilty. You don't feel deserving of this. “I mean all of you.. This week..recently. You’ve been so attentive and I just- I don't see the need.”

That makes him sigh, but not in the disappointed ones you used to hear in your rookie days from the rude higher ups, or even in exasperation like he was fed up of explaining. He’d tell you a million times over, no matter when or where you asked. The sigh was fond, his arm properly resting around your shoulders and gently squeezing you. “I’m not gonna lie to you, we were all a little bit shaken after what we heard.” He watches your eyes widen, but quickly speaks before you can react.

“All of us know the stakes of this job.. But we should’ve acknowledged the strain on all of us– not just you. I’m just sorry you had to be the one pushed that far before we realised.”

“John..” You murmur, his eyes now locked on yours before you break it, looking forward again. “It wasn't to do with you all, not even the military. That’s on me, not all of you.” His thumb rubs your knees as you pull them up onto the couch, huddling right up as you think about everything that’s happened since the thoughts first began. How far you’ve come.

“Kid, the thought of you dying away from the battlefield, away from us, it’s nothing I ever want to experience. So no, I don't care if we were not the cause of it. It affected you, and we’re a team.” His lips curve into a small smile, albeit bittersweet yet filled with love nonetheless. “You should know everyday how proud I am of you and I’m sorry we haven't been able to do that for you.”

His eyes are locked directly on yours, and you can't break away from the determination in them. If there was one thing you were confident of, it was your Captain. Despite the insane skills this team was made up of, none of you would be where you were today if not for him. It’d be an insult to deny anything he was this confident in, and he was dead set on this. A hand slips into your locks, ruffling your hair as he smiles at your understanding silence. “I mean it. With all my heart.”

Impossible, that’s what it is, to deny the sniffle that slips out, then the next until your eyes are awfully wet and they’re leaking out down the curves of your cheeks onto your palms. Before he can say anything else, the others return, shocked as they see you with tears streaming. “Price– we left ye alone for five minutes!” Soap exclaims, unsure what to do when you’re just openly crying infront if them, loud sniffles echoing around.

“What did you even say? I swear if you said we weren't watching their favourite film–”

“Do you know how hard we’ve worked to keep ‘em happy?”

Giggles, raw laughter coming from your throat. They stare at you in shock again, making you snicker all the more, tears still dripping. “I wouldnt c-cry over that–”

“I said we’re proud of them.” Price grunts, glaring at them, before locking eyes with you again. “And that i wont take no for an answer.” He raises a playful brow at you, but his words– all their words over the past week– it’s enough to have you start properly sobbing right there. Price smirks, knowing he finally hit the nerve that was keeping you too rigid.

“He’s right ye know. And if you’re gonna keep cryin’ we cant watch the movie.”

Ghost glances at the two sergeants, who grin in return, before the three of them practically swarm you on the couch, squashing you right in the middle. Ghost slings his arm right around your shoulders, Soap squeezes between him and you to hug your middle and Gaz squashes himself between Price to hug your waist. Of course, you’re still ugly crying, smiling though as the thick tears roll down. “You guys are such idiots.”

—-

When you finally settle, you’re properly snuggled against Price, the third movie of the night playing. You’ve eaten too many snacks to even consider moving anymore, and Soap’s half leaning on you, Gaz following like a domino. Only Ghost has slept upright, leaning against the arm rest.

“You can sleep too you know.” Price hums, leaning against the arm rest himself, but you have a feeling he’s only saying that because he wants to fall asleep too. A small huff escapes you, snickering as you lazily wrap your arms around him, his arm tightening around your back before reaching up to pinch your cheek affectionately. “We can deal with the mess in the morning.” You hear a small yawn from him this time, his hand lazily patting your back as his eyes drift close. So you let yours do the same, warm and content.

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Beauty in Death | DC X DP

cw / tw for jason’s death, mention/implied of dying because of asphyxiation / explosion & other things (because really jason died from a lot of things in the moment)

filing for taxes reminds me i am very much an adult and i loathe taxes. anyway here’s a prompt for you before the wolves (busy work days) take me once more. not a fan of this one honestly, i feel like it could’ve been written better but this was just a plot bunny i had so it gets what it guys *vague gestures*

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There was an odd beauty in Death, its something that Jason has been aware of. It was obvious in the way as he could feel the smoke inhalation begin to affect him along with the burns from the explosion. His vision blurred heavily he accepts his fate, his own mother sold him out but he couldn’t be bitter about it. He tried to save him, tried his best as a Robin and to help others.

Everything hurt, his eyes stung from the smoke even if Jason knew they’d sting from tears if he was able to.

“Shhh… it’s alright. You don’t need to stay strong anymore Jason.”

A soft, soothing voice told him and he wanted to turn to see who was here— how they were here. He gave a wheezy response as a figure entered his rather blurry field of view. His lungs felt heavy, they burned alongside the stinging sensation across his body. He thinks he could vaguely feel the stickiness of blood pooling underneath him from the stray rebar from whatever was in warehouse that managed to hit him. He couldn’t feel where it exactly it hit but he felt so cold.

Would Bruce be okay? Is he looking for him? Jason hopes that Bruce doesn’t blame himself and that Dick keeps an eye on the older man.

Everything hurts. He’s so tired, he hopes B forgives him for not listening. Gentle hands place themselves on his cheeks before they move up to where his eyes are. The blue hue of their skin obvious as a soft rumbling was heard. Was another explosion going to happen? This person needs to leave. There shouldn’t be another death at the hands of Joker. His mouth opened to speak but he was shushed softly.

“You’ve done enough Jason. You can relax, come home with me.” The person gently murmured and Jason took a weak breath and suddenly it felt so much easier to breathe, how was that possible?

“That’s it Jaybird, follow my voice.” Jason knows stranger danger, he grew up in Crime Alley where you couldn’t trust anyone as far as you can see or throw them but something about this person was like a siren call. It made Jason feel at home, like he was wrapped up in one of mom’s hugs— Not Shelia’s— Catherine’s. Oh how he missed his mom, how she’d wrap him up in her arms to protect him from the cruelty of the world.

How she and dad tried their best despite the hand that was dealt to them by the world.

Jason is just still a little boy who craves comfort and love, he releases a whine and it’s all it takes for the blue person to wrap him up in their arms. A soft coo escaping the person who held him in their arms, cradling him like he was a baby and not a teenager. It made him giggle as the person bounced him briefly.

“Aren’t you a sweet Robin for me? Such a darling, Catherine was right about you. A sweet little Jaybird.”

Jason opened his eyes when had he closed them— to stare into the swirling green of the boy his age who gave him a sweet smile that Jason could feel his own cheeks flushing at. He rarely gets a smile like that, last time someone smiled at him like that was Rena back in school after he brought her chocolate for valentine’s day.

“Hi, do you want to come hang out with me?”

Jason shouldn’t, B’s probably looking for him and he’s got to apologize to B for running away. Then he’s gotta apologize to Alfie and and—

He takes a deep breath.

Suddenly everything he thought of fades away and all he can think about is not hurting anymore and hoping B forgives him for being stupid.

“Yeah!” Jason— Robin chirps sweetly at the boy boyghostkinghalfafriend who gives Robin a big grin as a swirling, toxic green portal opens before them and the boy takes him away in a whirlwind that causes Robin to give a shrieking laugh.

Oh poor Robin who will remain unaware of his own death for months, who will haunt the minds of Batman and Nightwing- Bruce and Dick, father and brother. Who will forever remain unaware of the grieving his family did at his death as his gets forcibly dragged away from the Ghost Zone before being dumped in the Lazarus Pit and furious.

The poor Robin who will forget his friends back in the Ghost Zone.

[lovelybucky1]

2.Chapter Meeting

wc- 2.1k // main masterlist // go greek masterlist // 18+ minors dni

When you arrived for the chapter meeting, Steve gave you a tour of the house. You got a brief one from Joaquin during your interview, but this one was much more thorough. The living and dining rooms were pretty average and the kitchen was lacking anything of substance but filled to the brim with alcohol, mixers, and snacks. The basement has three ratty couches, a TV with a video game console, and a beer pong table with the names of the champions of each year written on it.

Upstairs is where the bedrooms are. Each room was pointed out to you, but the only one you got to see inside of was Steve and Bucky’s. You learn that they’ve been best friends since elementary school and have always been inseparable. As you get to know Steve, you don’t blame Bucky for always wanting him around. Their place is unexpectedly nice; clean and only a bit disorganized, but that’s mostly on Bucky’s side. There are textbooks piled on both of their desks and Steve has sketches and paintings all over his side, both hung on the wall and littered around. Their room doesn’t smell like sweaty athletes, but a warm, masculine scent that you want to wrap yourself up in. 

He lets you sit on his bed and look through his books, cheerfully answers your questions about his art, and watches as you admire his trophies and medals. He left the bedroom door open out of respect for you, and so the other guys didn’t wonder what you were up to in there. The downside is the open door acts as an open invitation to guests.

“Hey, Steve-” You turn around to see the man you recognize as Sam, the vice president, standing in the doorway. “Sorry, man, didn’t know you had a guest.”

Before Sam can back out of the room, Steve introduces you. You haven’t had the chance to meet all the guys yet, but that’s the goal of today’s chapter meeting. Sam, clearly an extrovert, jumps right into a conversation, asking you all kinds of questions about your major, your clubs, and your friends. Sam is charming, funny, and outwardly flirts with you. If it was anyone else, you might feel uncomfortable, but Sam is as respectful as he is bold.

You forgot Steve was still in the room until he made his presence clear. “We should get downstairs. The meeting starts in five,” he says. 

You don’t sense any inkling of jealousy between Steve and Sam which is both surprising and refreshing. The three of you leave the room with you between them. If you stepped too close to the left, you’d brush hands with Steve, but if you stepped too close to the right, you’d bump into Sam’s thick arms. You’re stuck walking a perfectly straight line down the center of the hallway to keep an appropriate distance from both of them.

When you get downstairs, you find the others already waiting for you. The living room has been converted into a meeting space; extra chairs have been brought in, the coffee table has been cleared of cans, plates, and other garbage, and all of the brothers are present. 

To your surprise, there are some familiar faces in the room. Wade Wilson from your film analysis class wears the letters proudly on his chest as he sits curled up against the arm of the couch. Joaquin and Bucky are there, of course, sitting in chairs closer to the TV. There are two empty chairs near them and a free space in the middle of the couch. 

Sam takes his seat between Bucky and Joaquin and you awkwardly sit on the couch as Steve takes his place at the front of the room. Wade is on your left, and to your right is a large, very grumpy-looking man who seems like he’s sitting as far away from Wade as possible. 

There’s another guy in the armchair with a high and tight haircut, a crooked nose, and a deep furrow between his eyebrows. The last brother standing near the front looks familiar; you recognize his dark sunglasses from your first-semester stats class. He’s attractive, and you remember thinking that he was way out of your league when you saw him for the first time.

“Thanks for coming everyone,” Steve starts. “Before we get to the typical meeting stuff, I have a very special announcement. I would like to introduce our new sweetheart,” he says, beaming at you. All heads in the room turn toward you. You sheepishly smile and give a small wave to the men. “She’s going to act as our social chair, run our social media, and generally take care of all the things that us guys aren’t so good at.”

Everyone chuckles quietly, all nodding in agreement. You’re not a big fan of the slightly misogynistic message that women are better at planning parties and making things look pretty, but looking around, none of these guys seem like the poster-making, cookie-baking type.

“Do you want to come up and introduce yourself?” Steve asks.

You take a deep breath and stand up from the couch, smoothing out your shirt. It’s a little intimidating to be standing in front of all of these very attractive men. You wonder why you’ve never seen guys like this anywhere else on campus, but you figure they’ve all been hiding out at the SAE house.

“Hi, everyone,” you smile. “I’m a sophomore and I’m an English major. I’m in a bunch of clubs on campus and I really loved getting involved, which is why I was interested in this position. I live here on campus and I spend most of my time at the library or on the green,” at that, some of the guys share a look. “I don’t really party much, but Joaquin promised me he would show me the ropes.” Joaquin grins, looking extremely proud to be the one to be your party mentor. “I’m really excited to get to know all of you and make this semester great for SAE.”

You look over to Sam who gives you an enthusiastic thumbs up. You can’t help the small giggle that escapes your lips as you move to sit back down. Steve takes his place again at the front of the room.

“The four of us,” Steve gestures to Bucky, Joaquin, and Sam, “put together a little welcome basket to officially mark you as a member.”

Joaquin stands up and brings a basket, stuffed full of clothing, candy, and other goodies. You stare at it, wide-eyed as it sits in your lap, completely overwhelmed. You were not at all expecting them to be so thoughtful. Everyone has been very nice to you so far, but you’re not naive. You know to some extent, they think of you as a piece of eye candy to have around in the house, but this shows that maybe you could be more. Maybe you could be their friend.

You pull out a purple sweatshirt with the letters embroidered in yellow fabric across the chest. It looks to be your size, which surprises you because you didn’t think they made frat sweatshirts in women’s sizes.

“How did you get this so quickly?” you ask Steve.

“Wade made them,” he says.

You look to your left and give Wade a surprised and confused look. “What? God forbid a guy dabbles in the fiber arts,” he says, raising his hands.

You laugh and look through the rest of the shirts. They’re surprisingly cute and you have to give Wade credit for having an eye for fashion. At the bottom of the basket, beneath the candy and the letter necklace, is a card. The envelope is a pale yellow and has your name written in script across the front. You recognize the handwriting as Steve’s from the sketches in his room and your heart skips a beat at the thought of him writing you a letter.

“Open it,” Joaquin urges. 

Smiling, you untuck the paper flap of the envelope and pull out the card. The front doesn’t have any words, but there is a bouquet of flowers painted in watercolor. Inside, Steve’s handwriting fills the left side of the page.

Sweetheart,

We’re so excited for you to join our brotherhood and to get to know you. You’re part of the family now and you have eight guys to back you up no matter what. We’re going to rely on you for a lot of things around here, but we want you to know you can lean on us too. 

The right side of the page has the signatures of all the guys. Even from what the little you know about them, you can tell their handwriting is reflective of their personalities. Bucky’s has a cheeky xo next to it, while Wade’s is made up of thick lines and heavy strokes. 

You smile and look around at everyone. “Thanks, guys. This is all… really great.”

Your eyes meet Bucky’s and he shoots you a quick wink that has no right making you feel as flustered as it does. 

The meeting progresses, moving on to general housekeeping stuff that you’re not very familiar with. It doesn’t take too much longer until Steve is wrapping up the meeting and encouraging everyone to mingle and get to know you.

Wade immediately captures your attention, talking to you about the latest movie the Film Club watched. He was just getting around to praising the cinematography when the guy with the sunglasses came up next to you, touching your arm gently.

You excuse yourself and introduce yourself to the man, who you learn is named Matt.

“I think you were in my-”

“Stats class,” he finishes. You’re surprised he remembered you, all things considered, but he explains before you have the opportunity to ask. “I recognized your perfume.” If it was anyone else, that statement would have struck you as odd, maybe a little invasive, but Matt’s sweet smile and the feeling on his hand on your arm gives you a different feeling. “It smells nice,” he adds, not wanting you to get the wrong idea. “It’s very pretty. I’ve just never smelled anything like it before.”

He talks to you about being the student body vice president and his involvement with the Model UN. He clearly is passionate about the law and wants to help people, and you admire that about him. It’s not often you find college guys with real drive.

Matt is funny and sweet, and his hold on your arm, however gentle, distracts you. There’s a break in the conversation and you notice that everyone else is still hanging around in the living room, waiting to talk to you. You have no idea how much time you spent talking to Matt, but he seems to realize he was talking up your time and steps away with a smile and a squeeze of your arm.

Before you could find an unfamiliar face to talk to, Bucky walks up to you with a cocky smirk.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says.

“I thought I was supposed to be meeting new people? We’ve already met,” you say, feeling unusually bold. Maybe all of this attention is going to your head.

“Met, sure, but we didn’t get to know each other. Steve’s a real selfish bastard when it comes to pretty girls,” he says. 

Bucky calling you pretty surprises you. You knew he must think so if he was flirting with you, but saying it outright is different. But he might just be a flirt and none of this really means anything.

“Then why don’t you tell me about yourself, Bucky?” you ask.

You learn that Bucky is an engineering major, specializing in prosthetics. He talks about math and science and while most of the more complicated things go over your head, you still find it impressive. You’ve always had more of a knack for writing but you’ve gotten by in the more technical classes. 

Bucky has a little sister who is starting her freshman year at Stark University. She lives in the building next door to you and you tell him that if she ever needs any help, she can always reach out. It’s clear that he is very close with his sister, and he appreciates the offer. 

Throughout the conversation, Bucky calls you various pet names. Sweetheart, baby, honey, doll. It should bother you, it would bother you if they didn’t sound so sweet coming from his lips. And he’s standing so close to you but you don’t have it in you to create some distance. Even if you did, you wouldn’t be surprised if he followed you.

You still have more people to meet, but based on the look in Bucky’s eyes, he isn’t going to let you talk to anyone else anytime soon. He loves to be the center of attention, it seems. 

[cozage]

First of all, love the way you write the characters and stories!! They’re so fun to read and always is a huge moodbooster!

May I request Law or the monster trio finding reader after finishing up a huge battle? (Like where the reader is too exhausted to move)

Please remember to take care of yourself so to not end up like overworked reader!! You’re always allowed and deserving of rest 🫶

Characters: gn reader x Law, Luffy, Sanji, Zoro Cw: post-battle exhaustion  Total word count: 800

Post Battle

Law

Law would be pissed that you spent all of your energy to fight a battle. Especially a battle that he started.

He would be more scared than anything, and he would also blame himself for putting you in this situation. He just wants you safe, and it’s not fair that you ended up like this because of him.  

He would probably scold you and warn you not to take things too far again (“your body can’t take much more of this y/n-ya. You know better”)

But he doesn’t want to lose you. That thought is the scariest thing in the world for him. He can’t live without you. 

And the fear of losing you comes out in the form of anger. But his fear will quickly extinguish, and he will quickly become the soft, loving man you know in secret. 

He’ll pick you up and shambles you both away to safety, where you are priority number one. He cares to your wounds and caters to anything you possibly need (even if he does fake-grumble about it, he really does love it)

In the future, he promises himself that he will do better and he will never put you in a position like that again. 

Sanji

Sanji didn’t even want you to fight. He’s angry that you put yourself in harm's way. Someone should’ve been there to protect you. He should’ve been there. 

Not that you can’t handle yourself. He trusts you to get the job done. He’s just mad at himself for leaving you in the first place and putting you in a situation where you had to fight. 

When he whispers your name and coos in your ear, promising you that you’ll be okay.

He calls for Chopper and he wipes your hair out of your face. He doesn’t want to move you in case he ends up hurting you further. He’s trying his best to stay calm. 

He wants to panic, and every bone in his body is screaming in agony seeing you like this, but he doesn’t want you to panic, so he tries his best to act normal (he's not super great at it tbh he is so obviously scared for you)

He keeps saying stupid things like “no no don’t talk, save your strength” or “you look so beautiful everything is going to be okay” and you have to remind him that everything WILL be okay. You’re not dying, you're just tired. 

While you're recovering he makes so. much. food. You have to pawn some off to Luffy when Sanji isn’t looking because there’s no way you can eat so much. 

Luffy

Luffy would be proud. SO so proud. 

Covering you in kisses and cheering and showing you off to the world proud. 

He trusts you to handle whatever battle you’re in. And he knows you’ll hold up your part of the deal. You’ve never let him down before. 

He keeps you close though. He takes a post-battle nap with you, intertwined with your body. 

He feels safe with you next to him like that. He swears your body has magical healing properties, because he always wakes up 200% better after sleeping next to you (you feel better too, though you can’t explain why).

He keeps you next to him through the feast and the party, and he examines your new cuts, bruises, and scars. He only admires them, which helps you feel a little less insecure about them. 

Sometimes you all have matching cuts or bruises, to which Luffy celebrates with another round of booze and another plate of meat. 

Zoro

Zoro is also insanely proud of you. 

He never doubted you, but he knew it would be a hard battle. It was for everyone. But of course you got it finished. You were a person of your word and you would do what you said. 

He tries to be casual about it. He won’t admit that he was a little worried about how you would end up, but he’s so relieved to find you mostly okay. 

He doesn’t admit how his pace quickened when he saw you crumpled on the ground. How just for a moment, he found himself considering a quick prayer to some random god to make sure you were okay. 

But you were just tired. And he knows how to fix that. He gently picks you up and carries you back to safety. 

He lets you sleep while he runs his fingers through your hair and across your skin, so so thankful that all you need is a little nap to be okay. 

And to be honest, he could use a nap too. He’ll blame you for needing a nap, but he always sleeps easier with you around, especially after a battle.

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I just read through all your 42 Miles posts and I am going to explode. I swear, I’m so obsessed he looks shy in comparison. On that note, what if the reader finds out about his yandere behavior…and is perfectly fine with it. Maybe they even encourage it, giggling like a schoolgirl when they catch him following them home and giving him extra kisses when he tells them how he killed the guy who flirted with them. Definitely not just describing myself here-

I LIKE IT. JUST A LITTLE BIT<3

Miles gets greedy when it comes to you. He shouldn't, but he just hates sharing. So, using the tools he has, he gets rid of all possible competition. It's dangerous, it's reckless, and it's not smart to do, but you make him do stupid, dangerous and reckless things. Can you blame him? You're everything he's ever asked for in a girl.

So sweet to him, giving him all of your attention whenever you can. Texting him often, reciprocating his energy and letting him give the love and energy he feels you deserve. And you deserve every drop of his energy.

But sometimes, he takes it too far. He's been mean-mugging everyone lately. His friends don't like him as much because they say he's been paranoid over 'some random bitch he be talkin to'. And he doesn't let things like talking behind his back, or yours, be taken lightly. Which is why they don't talk to him the next day, or the day after that.

And it's also why people don't talk to you anymore either. Or any of your male friends. Or your girl friends.....he drove them all away. Every time someone sees you, he's not too far behind. And you don't do a damn thing about it. Which causes rumors to spread, but they die as quickly as they fire up. Because he always finds the source before shit goes south. Still, you don't do a damn thing about it.

You don't necessarily encourage him to do it, but he always gets the same amount of love from you whether he gives hell to everyone else or not. So, he keeps doing it. If he wants all of you, he's going to have all of you.

If someone asks about you in a crooked tone, he gets iffy about it, and now they scared. If someone mentions your name, their feeling that sharp stare on the back of their neck, telling them to let their tongue slip one more time. Everyone's getting the hint and he'll make sure of it.

You always smile looking back at him when he follows you in the hallways or when he's following you home.

You let him give you overly-obsessive notes in your locker. You let him like all of your stories, all of your posts. You let him stalk every single one of your socials and even the ones no one is supposed to know abut. You let him blow up your phone.

When he finally has the courage to talk to your face, you two have been by each other's side like glue. You let him whisper in your ear when he doesn't want a damn soul to hear what you guys are talking about. You let him buy you lunch every day. He always holds your hand tight as shit when walking you to class. He can be a little late. He does almost everything for you. He's real good at helping you with homework(and getting rid of niggas that bother you), and it makes your stress load so much lighter.

He's such good boyfriend material.

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Hi lovely! I was wondering if you could write a best friends to lovers seungmin x fem reader

Just cute fluff maybe a little angst?

“The space between us”

Bsf!Seungmin x fem! Reader

Summary: you accidentally blurted out to your beat friend that you were in-love with him, now he’s been ignoring you for the last two weeks, will it work out?

Warnings: none that i can think of! Just a little bit angsty.

A/N: its 3 am as i write this please ignore any mistakes

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The streets were empty that evening, the chill of early autumn in the air. Y/n stood on the porch of her apartment, a cup of tea in hand, staring at the misty streetlights that flickered in the distance. Her thoughts were far away, trailing back to a conversation she hadn’t wanted to have. It had been coming for a while, she knew that. She’d just hoped it wouldn’t feel like this.

It had been two weeks since she’d seen Seungmin, her puppy like friend. and now, with the weight of silence between them, Y/n wasn’t sure what to do anymore. Their friendship had always been easy—

effortless, even. But something had changed after that night at the diner, after she’d blurted out the truth that had been gnawing at her for months.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

She could still hear those words echoing in her head, the way his expression had shifted, the way his gaze had hardened, but he hadn’t said anything. Not immediately. Just a quiet, lingering pause, followed by a quick "I need to go."

She couldn’t blame him for needing space. The truth had come out of nowhere, a bomb in the middle of a friendship that had felt like it was built on something solid, something unshakeable. But the truth, no matter how much it burned, was a weight Y/n had carried for too long. And now, she was left with the aftermath of it all—uncertainty, and the painful stretch of time in between when things had been normal, and when they hadn’t.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, and for a second, she thought it was just her mind playing tricks. But no—there it was, a text from Seungmin, his contact photo lighting up her screen as she reads the message.

“Can we talk?”

The words were simple, but Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. (Or two) It had been so long since she’d heard from him, so long since he’d reached out. She’d been waiting for this moment with a sense of dread and anticipation, and now, the time had come.

She quickly typed back, trying to keep her response calm, collected.

“Of course. When?”

A pause. Then, a reply.

“Can I come by in 10 minutes?”

Y/n felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach. She wasn’t sure if she was ready, but she nodded to herself, as if convincing her mind that she could handle this. After all, they were best friends. They had always been able to figure things out. It was just that... this was different. He would react different would he?

She set her tea down on the porch railing and went inside to quickly straighten up her apartment. She didn’t know what to expect from this conversation. She only knew that whatever happened next would change everything. In either the best way possible or she would forever miss her puppy of a best friend.

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When the knock came, Y/n was already standing by the door. She opened it to find Seungmin standing there, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, his expression unreadable. His hair was a little longer than she remembered, his face a little more tired. But when his eyes met hers, Y/n couldn’t help the rush of warmth that flooded her chest.

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me,” Seungmin said, his voice hesitant, but not quite as distant as it had been in the past two weeks.

Y/n swallowed. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me.”

He let out a small, almost bitter laugh. “Fair enough.”

She stepped aside to let him in, her heart pounding a little faster than it should. She led him to the couch, both of them sitting a little too far apart, the space between them stretching like a vast ocean neither one of them was ready to cross.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Y/n felt the tension in the air, thick and heavy, as if the words they needed to say were trapped between them.

“I’m sorry,” Seungmin finally said, breaking the silence. He turned his gaze to the floor, not looking at her. “I shouldn’t have run off like that. It wasnt right of me after you said th- that...”

Y/n shook her head, her breath shaky. “No, I shouldn’t have sprung that on you. I didn’t—"

“You don’t need to apologize, Pabo-“ Seungmin cut her off, his voice quieter. “I just... I wasn’t ready. I didn’t know how to handle it.”

Y/n bit her lip, her gaze falling to her hands. “I shouldn’t have said anything at all.”

“No,” Seungmin said, his tone firm now, as if he were trying to convince both of them. “You should’ve. You should have said it sooner. I just... I didn’t know how to respond.”

The silence stretched again, both of them wrestling with words they didn’t quite know how to say. Finally, Y/n spoke, her voice small. “Do you feel the same way?”

Seungmin didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze toward her, his eyes dark with something unreadable.

“I don’t know,” he said, his voice low. “I think I do, but I’ve been avoiding it. Avoiding you. Because I don’t want to ruin everything we’ve built. I don’t want to mess it up.”

Y/n’s chest tightened at the admission. She had feared this. She had feared that even if he felt something, it wasn’t enough. And now, hearing him say it out loud was like a blow to her heart.

“I don’t want to mess it up either,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “But I can’t keep pretending like I don’t feel this way.”

Seungmin let out a long breath, his hand running through his hair. “I know. I’ve been pretending too, Y/nnie.. I’ve been pretending that we can just go back to how things were, but... I don’t think we can. Not after what you said.”

Y/n nodded slowly, her throat tight. “I don’t think we can either.”

Seungmin’s eyes softened, the hardness from before slowly melting away. His dark eyes shining slightly. He leaned forward slightly, his voice quieter now. “Do you think it’s too late for us?”

Y/n looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time in weeks, something in her chest unknotted. Maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe it was just the beginning of something new, something terrifying and beautiful and uncertain all at once.

“I don’t know,” she said, her voice full of vulnerability. “But I want to try. I want to try to figure it out with you.”

Seungmin’s lips tugged upward in a small, hesitant smile. “Me too.”

He reached out then, slowly, as if giving her the space to pull away if she wanted to. But y/n didn’t pull away. She let him take her hand, her face heating softly as there fingers interlace in the space between them.

For the first time in what felt like forever, y/n felt the weight in her chest lift. There were no guarantees, no promises of what came next. They were standing on the edge of something uncertain, but they were standing together.

“I’m scared,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I am too,” Seungmin said softly, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “But maybe it’s worth the risk.”

Y/n nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek before she could stop it. “Maybe it is.”

They didn’t need to say anything more. Their hands still entwined, they sat in the quiet, letting the tension settle, letting themselves breathe in the space between them, knowing that whatever came next—whatever happened to their friendship—would be something they would face together.

Authors notes: eek!!! This is the first ever little one shot I’ve ever written! I hope people enjoy it, i feel like i made Minnie out of character a bit for this one but i just felt right this way? Let know what you think! HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE TO MY FELLOW AUSSIES ASWELL!!!!

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I think Crowley falls into two of the classic pitfalls of people who see that the problems are systemic long before anyone else around them does: impatience and despair.

(Yes yes I know, “Crowley was an optimist.” Book Crowley is an optimist. I don’t think that line is particularly useful for analyzing TV Crowley. Stay with me here.)

Let it be said that 95% of the time, Crowley has the patience of a fucking saint (ssh don’t tell him) around Aziraphale. He knows that Aziraphale needs to build his little plausible deniability rationales in order to do something that they both know he wants to do (because it’s right or simply because he would enjoy it) but Heaven wouldn’t approve of. And most of the time, Crowley is happy to help Aziraphale get there, asking the questions Aziraphale is afraid to ask, offering excuses and justifications until Aziraphale finds one he can accept. He does a lot of work of parsing out when “no” means “you haven’t convinced me yet, keep trying” and pushing through all the “I’m an angel, you’re a demon, we’re on opposite sides and mine is the good one” talk that Aziraphale gets up to all the way through s1. Because he knows that Aziraphale doesn’t really believe that stuff, right? He just needs some time to talk himself around his own cognitive dissonance, and most of the time Crowley is not only happy to facilitate that but sees it as part of his role in their relationship.

But then when the chips are down and Aziraphale is still dithering, that’s when he gets frustrated, because HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE what’s been blindingly obvious to Crowley for millennia, that Heaven is just as cruel as Hell and no one is going to step in and fix it because the system is working as intended. And that’s when he says things like “how can someone as clever as you be so stupid?” Which is a surefire way not to convince the person you’re arguing with of anything.

And then there’s the despair. I really think the running away thing is not about cowardice or selfishness or some kind of unhealthy level of avoidance of hard or scary things, but about hopelessness. They’ve spent their lives avoiding very very real danger, and of the two of them Crowley is much more constantly aware of the danger that they are in from both sides. Yes he’s hypervigilant but he is also almost always right about the amount of danger they are in. Trying to get as far away from danger as possible is not an irrational response, even if it’s not always the correct one for a given situation.

When you feel like you’re the only person who sees how rotten the system is, how it needs to be dismantled entirely, but you are also VERY aware of how strong the people in power are and how ruthless they are about crushing dissent because you experienced it personally…well that gets fucking depressing after a while. Because even if you think the whole system needs to go, that feels like a completely unattainable goal when it seems like no one else even sees the problem, or if they see it, they are too afraid to do anything about it. And can you blame them? You know exactly what happens to people who speak up.

So it’s very easy for your goals to shrink from systemic change to just taking yourself and the people you love and finding somewhere for them to be as safe as possible, for as long as the system will let you exist. Because reforming the system is a fool’s errand, and dismantling it entirely seems impossible. I think this is where Crowley is at. Even if on some level he knows it’s an imperfect solution, because both of them have enough compassion that they would feel guilty abandoning Earth and humans to save themselves, and because Heaven and Hell really can find them anywhere in the universe. He just doesn’t see another option.

And look, I think Aziraphale is 100% wrong that Heaven can be reformed. But he is not wrong to want to stay and fight to make things better, even if it means sacrificing the Earthly comforts he loves so much, and even if it means doing it without Crowley by his side.

Ultimately they both need each other. Aziraphale needs Crowley for his willingness to ask questions and to see the scale of the problem, even if it’s terrifying. But Crowley needs Aziraphale for his hope, his stubborn determination to believe things can and should be better, and to fight for that. In the right hands, hope is an enormously powerful weapon.