#he's so boyish but also so fucking built

[inchidentally]

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x Reader

[Chapter 16] || [Chapter 18]

Pairing: Gaz x Reader x Ghost x Soap || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.7K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: we're getting there.

Gaz's outfit is 100% a rip off of this fanart by the lovely @temeyes.

Chapter 17: Guard Dogs

You don’t exactly know what you did to deserve this.

You really don’t.

You went on Tinder one time. One night after work.

So why the fuck do you have three men lurking around you like guard dogs?

Ever since the Ethan incident last Friday, they’ve been taking turns going to pick you up at work and walking you home.

Monday - Kyle

Tuesday - Simon

Wednesday - Kyle

Thursday - Simon

It wouldn’t be so bizarre if it weren’t for the fact that people (especially your coworkers) stare when there’s suddenly men waiting for you after work… 

Especially when one of them is a 6ft4 man that’s built like a fridge, giving everyone copious amounts of side-eye as they walk out.

And then you wonder why they ask you get asked questions the next morning.

Today, Friday, you exit work to see not one, not two, but all three of them, standing shoulder-to-shoulder. They look frankly adorable, all beaming at you as you come out of work and preening themselves a bit.

Kyle’s on the far left, wearing a cream-colored hoodie with a blue flannel shirt atop, black cargo pants and white and black Air Jordans. The hoodie is pulled up over his hair and his hands are tucked into the pocket of his hoodie.

Simon’s next to him, in the center, wearing black boots, jeans and a black parka with an inner pollar layer that’s zipped up all the way, so as to cover his mouth, in lieu of his usual mask. His hair is sticking up all over and you just know he put hairgel on it. 

Johnny’s on Simon’s other side, the far right, and wearing a pair of distressed blue jeans, a shaggy burgundy Ramones t-shirt and an unzipped grey hoodie jacket. Just like Kyle, he’s also wearing some Nikes and they’re so pristine and clean you’d swear he’s gotten them from the box a minute ago.

“Hi…?” You said in surprise as you adjusted the sling of your laptop bag on your shoulder.

“Hey!” Johnny greeted you.

“Hi, lovie.” Kyle said with a beaming smile.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Simon said simply and nodded upwards at you.

“What are you… doing?” You trailed off as you came to stand in front of them, your eyes going back and forth between them.

“Couldn’t decide who should come get you. So we decided to both come” Simon told you sincerely. “And since the two of us were coming, Johnny wanted to tag along.” He added.

“Why are ye talking like I’m a puppy that couldn’t be left at home by myself?” Johnny said with raised brows.

“Because you were begging for us to take you with.” Kyle retorted from Simon’s other side.

“Go fuck yourselves.” Johnny added. “You look nice.” He complimented you with a boyish grin.

“In my work uniform?” You retorted as you looked at him with a playful look of disbelief.

“Aye.” He replied. “Always love seein’ someone all knackered and sweaty after work.” He admitted.

“Johnny are you flirting?” Simon asked and he gave Johnny a look that could kill someone.

“Aye.” Johnny replied with a mischievous look in his eyes and pursed his lips together. “Is that forbidden now?”

“Mate…” Kyle quipped, his tone a soft warning.

“What? They already got two blokes after them, can have another one.” Johnny remarked with the same casualty of someone saying they ‘might as well have another biscuit from the box’.

You blinked away the surprise at the flirting. It was still bizarre to have one man like Simon interested… And you felt overwhelmed to have Kyle on top of it… And now Johnny too?

“Okay, erm… So… let’s go?” You announced and turned to start marching up the street to work before anyone could say anything else.

The guys followed behind you wordlessly, in a formation lead by Simon… like you were a mother duck and they were your ducklings… Or, rather, like they were your pack of guar dogs.

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You’re standing by the door of your kitchen feeling like a guest in your own flat. 

Kyle and Simon are cooking… without even being asked. You stopped by the shop and they immediately announced they’d cook for you and… now they are.

Johnny’s sitting at the dining table behind you, sprawled open and sipping a can of Monster he got himself at the shop when you were all there.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” You announced as you watched the two men move about your kitchen as they made your meal. Simon’s was first in charge of chopping and dicing things… and now he’s in charge of frying… something, while Kyle takes care of basically everything else.

“What do you mean, lovie?” Kyle asks as he turns to glance at you while stirring something.

“You all came to pick me up together… And now you’re cooking for me…” You trail off as your nails clink a bit against the glass of wine they poured you. “What’s going on?”

“You’re adorably annoying with how perceptive you are, you know that?” Simon asks as he glances back at you as well before plucking something out of the frying pan and to a dish on the side. The oil sizzles loudly when he puts something else down to fry.

“Thank you.” You say with a playfully smug tone as you shift around. “But you didn’t answer the question.” You remark.

“After dinner, alright?” He answers and Kyle makes some sounds of agreement.

“They want to be yer boyfriends, officially.” Johnny says behind you and it causes you to whip around to look at him… Which also made Kyle drop whatever he was holding, in shock.

“SOAP!” Both Simon and Kyle shout, scolding the Scot who’s sitting at the table with a broad grin on his lips.

“You… You do?” You ask as you turn to look at them, mouth parted in surprise.

“Yeah...” Kyle replies as he looks at you. 

Simon simply nods and turns away to focus on the food he’s frying.

“I… I’m honored…” You admit and feel your cheeks warming up so bright you fear you’ll start sweating. “I…”

“I’d like a shot at it too, if ye don’t mind.” Johnny adds. Once again, all eyes turn to Johnny with another ‘JOHNNY?!’ which causes him to laugh.

“I’m serious.” He replies. “I’ll gladly date ye too.” He adds.

Your eyes widen. “You-”

“Mhm.” He adds.

“No.” Simon replies as he turns around once more.

“What do you mean ‘no’, L.T.?” Johnny asks in exaggerated offense.

“I mean, I don’t wanna date you.” Simon adds.

“I- Wait.” Now it’s Johnny’s time to get flustered. “Date me?” Poor lad, his whole face warms up bright red.

“Y-Yeah… Kyle and Simon kiss each other sometimes.” You announce and out of the corner of your eye you catch both of the other men stiffening up.

“I KNEW IT. I FOOKIN’ KNEW IT!” Johnny jumps up to his feet, spilling his Monster can on the table. “Ah, shite!” He says as he scrambles to pick it up again before it spills too much.

“What do you mean you knew it?!” Simon asks in shock.

“I KEN YE LIKE EACH OTHER! SAW THE WAY YOU SHARE THOSE COY LOOKS BETWEEN YE!!” Johnny shouts as he points a finger at the two men.

You’re pretty sure they’re all blushing now, you included.

“We didn’t share any looks!” Simon says defensively.

“DID TOO!” Johnny insists. “AND I TAKE OFFENSE TO YE NOT WANTING TO DATE ME, L.T.!” He adds. “I THOUGHT YE LIKED ME!”

Your eyes widen and you move your head side to side trying to keep up with the banter between them as Johnny marches his way into the kitchen so him and Simon can keep bickering.

“Are they always like this?” You find yourself asking Kyle, your eyes widened as they shout your house down.

“Yeah… This is a tame day for them actually. Should hear how they are on comms during missions.” He leans over to whisper in your ear.

“Ah…” You say softly. “I don’t know if I can handle dating this all the time.” You quip playfully, making Kyle laugh.

“You’ll get used to it.” He adds.

As you two continue watching the two men arguing, during which Simon is still, somehow, still tending to the food… You find yourself sneaking little pieces of carrot from the salad Kyle’s making.

Only to stop chewing halfway and let your piece of carrot fall right out of your hands when Johnny suddenly grabs Simon by his face and plants a big kiss right on the taller man’s lips. No warning.

At that moment, Simon looks every bit like Kyle did when they kissed for the first time. Perfectly statue-like still, eyes widened, both hands hanging in the air as if he was frozen…

Johnny’s hands are wrapped around Simon’s face, his palms over his ears, and fingers in his blonde hair, their mouths pressed together…

And then Simon comes back from the trance he’s in and his hands wrap around Johnny’s head too, his fingers digging into the back of his mohawk as their tongues battle together.

“Jesus Christ…” Kyle replies next to you, voicing your exact thoughts.

Once they pull apart, both the men are blushing red and out of breath, eyes widened.

“Ye’ll date me now?” Johnny replies.

Simon doesn’t reply, he simply turns around to finish cooking.

“I think that’s a yes.” You finally announce, finding your voice softly.

Johnny turns to look at you and smirks. “From him or from you?” He asks with a cocked brow.

“Both.” Simon quips with his back turned.

“I think that was the hottest kiss I ever witnessed.” Kyle says softly.

“I’ll give ye a smooch too, don’t get jealous, Gary.” Johnny quips and winks at Kyle.

Then, the Scot grabs a paper towel from the roll and walks toward the door to go mop up the spilled Monster from the table.

But not before he cups Kyle’s face and stealing a peck off his lips…

Then, he does the same to you… before licking his lips at the end. 

“Your wine’s tasty.” He adds, before slinking back out of the room.

You’re left blinking away the shock with an equally stunned Kyle next to you… And you’re pretty sure Simon’s stunned too…

Meanwhile, Johnny’s giggling to himself in the living room.

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[sunnydayjackass]

feel free to ignore this but ever considered an 80's camp counselor au would look like with Sunny Day Jack?

All I have to go off of is campy 80s movies lol so bear with me. Some nsfw further down.

You're the laid back counselor, sure you like the kids well enough but honestly you're in it for the change of scenery and paycheck. The kids like you, you're pretty lax but hold them accountable and appreciate that you talk to them like people as opposed to kiddie talk.

"Look Peter, I know you didn't mean to but you're kinda being an ass to Abigail." The boy toes the dirt sheepishly before nodding, shoulders slumping with regret, "Go give a good apology and we'll call it square alright?" You shrug and he nods scurrying off to do so.

Obviously none of the kids narc on you for the way you speak, the way you treat them draws them closer and they're more willing to be honest with you in turn. You're absolutely favored by a lot if not most of the kids

Jack though? Jack was fucking built for this type of thing in every way. He's an idyllic counselor. He's always upbeat and optimistic, he dotes on the kids with genuine enthusiasm and care. He never shirks away from his duties and always finds enjoyment in them, be it cleaning up equipment, turn to cook, latrines, ect. Everyone adores him.

He's the welcome wagon when you first arrive to camp, greeting you warmly and offering to help you carry your bags with a boyish grin. He'll apologize to you, "I hope it's okay- we got bunked up togerher. I mean, if it's not I'm sure someone can switch." He offers quickly trying to gage how you feel about it but you just give an easy shrug, a nonchalant shrug and almost playful reminder for him to mind his p's and q's.

Joke's on you boo- as soon as Jack saw that grinning photo paper clipped to your info sheet, you were bunked with him. And conveniently even if you'd wanted, no other counselors would seem willing to change bunks. Even those who are clearly obvious in Jack. Whatevers up with that- you'll never know.

But he's the perfect roommate as far as you can tell, Jack is incredibly easy to get along with even if you rib him about his demeanor he'll just smile widely and say the two of you just balance each other well. You become fast friends, thick as thieves- Jack willing to share his dessert with you if you're so inclined, help you with your duties, ect. And you're so sweet and grateful about it it just encourages him further.

Jack is always on the roster with you for lifeguard duty and that's where the attraction starts. Or at least you start to notice the chemistry and attraction. Jack is always subtle about his glances and when to turn his gaze. Naturally sometimes you catch him and it's cute how he gets bashful and such. But obviously, mans is fucking stacked, he's BUILT. And it's on display in those red short shorts with the little lifeguard crest and shiny whistle around his neck.

He's happy to do the work and let you perch up high on the white chair high up, happier to help lift you on it, marvelling at how you feel under his hands. But if you'd rather opt to pull your fair share alongside him, Jack is more than happy for your company and will sling an arm around your bare shoulders as you walk along the beach together chatting and keeping an eye on the campers- some needing to be reminded not to go out too far or rough horse

Also imagine helping each other with sunscreen? You're a little flustered rubbing it onto Jack's back but he just absolutely melts into your touch with a little low groan, "You've got some magic hands there, Sunshine." And you're so grateful he can't see your face in that moment.

When it's your turn, if you're still rosy, Jack will fret if you've gotten sunburnt and insist on returning the favor- if you're comfortable of course and...well how can you say no? If anyone has magic hands- it's Jack. It feels less like applying sunscreen and more like a massage. There's an air of intimacy around the two of you throughout this exchange- a charged shift in the dynamic.

The kids, of course, pick up on this, and naturally tease you about it. Collections of "oooooo's" from the kids or "Jack and (Name) sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G" the whole spiel and you're both good sports about it, blushing and waving it off to the kids while casting each other an inquisitive "haha jk, unless...?" Sort of look, it's taken off from that point on.

The next time this bridge is gapped is at an after hours bonfire for the counselors to have amongst the adults after all the kids have been tucked away for the night. There's music being played on the stereo, snacks and marshmallows being roasted for smores, along with popcorn to hold over the fire, and some alcohol passed about. Jack politely abstains, some of nerves getting the better of him, but he doesn't judge you or the others should you choose to partake

As the night wears on, you catch a chill that Jack of course noticed and drapes his jacket over you, settling beside you on the log and wrapping an arm around you to pull you against him while you both lean towards the crackling fire. "Is this okay?" Jack whispers quietly to you and you simply snuggle against him in return, leaning your weight against him and tucking your head against his shoulder.

There's a few teases and knowing smirk from other counselors but it doesn't bother you nor Jack as you cuddle alongside the campfire. Eventually it's reduced to embers, everyone else tuckered out or drunk that you all part ways to your cabin. Jack helps you up, his arm slipping around your waist with relaxed ease on the walk back. There's a magnetism between you, a mounting of tension and unsure of who's going to break it.

After the pair of you return to the cabin- you aren't sure who acts first. All you know is your hands are yanking Jack by the collar of his shirt and his hands are in your hair as your lips collide fervently. The air feels warm and hazy as you softly mewl into Jack's mouth before he pulls away, kissing down the column of your neck, asking if he can take you to bed.

After this seal has been broken, you and Jack opt to share a bed rather than sleep separately, with your relationship comes the "mom & dad" jokes from counselors and "boyfriend & girlfriend" from the kids.

You're usually spotted together like before, now usually with Jack's arm slung around you or holding your hand. When it comes to completing tasks and chores well...suddenly they take a lot longer and require a lot more work.

You getting fucked up against the wall of the canoe and equipment shed, being eaten out before making dinner, sneaking away to be fingered or a blowjob in the woods, and some nights? After the moon is high in the sky and the camp silent in sleep- the pair of you sneak out to skinny dip

When camp comes to a close, it's definitely hard. Neither of you wants to end this summer romance, so you don't. Jack promises to drive out and see you, you promise to do the same. You exchange all information: phone numbers, addresses, ect. "I'll see you soon, Sunshine. I promise, I love you." He murmurs into your hair as he gives you a lingering tight hug before pressing a kiss to your lips. You're loathe to let him go, getting so attached to each other but you’ve no choice to start driving home.

It isn't long before the two of you plan your visits and a handful of months after bouncing back and forth- you decide to move in together. It works, seamlessly, as all things seem to with Jack.

[selene-and-the-cold]

So, my incredible binge journey of OF/MD is over and I consider myself officially obsessed and hereby offer my first humble contribution to what is the very soft and very squee-worthy OF/MD snz-fic community.

This is really just a drabble and a first attempt of mine to get into the swing of things. Haven't done ANY fanfic writing in ages and never for these guys, so don't known if I matched the tone, but I humbly offer a short snipped of shy and awkward Ed and Stede cuddles blatantly inspired by that pillow-fort scene, but re-imagined into something soft, not the heartbreak-hell it is in the series.

Mostly awkwardness and fluff with a bit of snz.

There was a knock on the cabin door, but Ed chose to ignore it.

Another knock

“Go away!” Edward yelled. To his dismay, it sounded rather whiny. Thank God Izzy hadn't heard.

Silence.

Then the soft turn of the doorknob. For fuck's sake, why would anyone care to knock in the first place if they just decided to barge in anyway?!

“Ed?” Stede's voice drifted into the room. Soft and tentative. “Where... where are you?”

Stede stood in the room, looking about. Edward was no where to be found, neither at the desk, nor in bed or on the couch.

“I'b here... in the blanket fortress...”

“The..?” Following the lead of Edward's voice, Stede looked around to find a construct of throws and pillows behind a curtain to his library. He smiled, then pushed the curtain aside.

“Blue pillow's the entrance door... snfff” Edward hated how pathetic his voice sounded and he would have killed anyone who'd dare to intrude into his private affairs like this. Except Stede. It was kind of Stede's thing to intrude into his affairs and Ed had come to accept it. Come to like it even.

The blue pillow was moved away with a soft whoosh that revealed Stede's face and blond locks. His coiffure was adorably tousled and askew.

“May I come in?”

Ed shrugged. “Why ndot... if you like...”

“Of course I would!,” Stede enthused, his trademark-boyish grin lighting up his face.

Stede struggled to get in, trying it feet first, then thinking better of it and crawling in on his belly, head first, carefully dragging his feet in after himself until he was awkwardly half-lying, half-crouching next to Ed.

Edward himself was resting on a nest of pillows and throws. Upon closer inspection, Stede also spotted one of his silken banyans in the mix. The one with the floral pattern that suited Ed so well.

“It's nice in here.. Comfortable, solid pillow fort...,” Stede commented, looking around with an appreciative gaze, his face doused in the flickering light of the candle.

“... and umm.. may I ask why you built this, Edward?”

Ed gave a soupy sniffle that sounded incredibly wet and thick.

“Dunno... just.. felt like I ndeeded some space for mby-... hehhh... snnnf... mbyself.”

Firm knuckles hastily came up to squash a quivering nose. Now that Stede got a closer look, he saw the shadows that haunted Edward's face, clouding the fire in his eyes to a dull, blary gaze.

“I like it. It's like your own private cave aboard the ship. A true pirate's cave.” Another appreciative nod from Stede before an uncomfortably long pause set in, filled with Ed's involuntary sniffles and Stede's unspoken thoughts.

“We umm... we missed you at dinner,” Stede finally said, shooting Edward a meaningful glance. “You know, the crew and I....”

“Wasn't hungry.” Another deep sniffle, then the rustling of fabric as Edward pulled the blanket tighter around himself, avoiding Stede's gaze.

“Mmhmm... I see. And does this sudden loss of appetite perhaps have something to do with that raging storm we encountered a few days ago. You know, the one where you got drenched to the very bone.”

Stede had noticed that Edward had become more and more quiet over he past few days. He had even passed on a possible raid and had willingly left most of their co-captain duties to Stede – much to Izzy's dismay.

Then last night, Edward had kept tossing and turning in his sleep, the quiet of the night disturbed by stray, irritated coughs, and a few muffled sneezes. Stede could tell that Edward was unwell, but he seemed reluctant to talk about it.

Ed avoided his gaze, finding a sudden interest in one of the blanket's red tassels.

“Perhaps...”

Stede hummed sympathetically, then brought a hand up to Ed's hair, his fingers gently raking through the soft locks. Edward sighed, then relaxed back into his pillows, eyes closing as Stede's gentle touch travelled from his hair to his cheek, cool fingertips brushing over a feverish blush.

“How about I bring you a cup of tea into your pirate's cave?,” Stede suggested, his legs already shifting in preparation for him to wiggle out of the fort.

Suddenly, he felt the grip of a hand around his wrist, Ed's glassy wide eyes searching his.

“Ndo, don't go. I... I.. Hihh-ESSSHhhU!”

The sneeze shuddered through Ed's entire body, locks of hair falling into his face.

“Bless you, Edward!”

“Sniff... Thank you!” Surprised by his own sudden outburst, Ed snatched back his hand, letting go of Stede. “Sorry, I did ndot mbean to grab you like that.”

“It's fine,” Stede reassured him, awkwardly scooting closer. “Is there, perhaps by any chance some room for me under this blanket?”

“I think so,” Ed huffed, but his eyes were soft and warm as he moved his body so Stede could slip under the blanket next to him. They lay awkwardly next to each other for a few moments, Stede glancing over with a nervous smile, before Ed decided to fuck it all and just snuggled up to Stede, resting his head on the smooth fabric of Stede's waistcoat. Stede's arm immediately wrapped around him, and he felt the blond man kiss the top of his hair with such fondness that is made him smile.

“I could tell you a story while we rest,” Stede suggested, stroking the waves of Ed's hair as he pirate sniffled into his waistcoat.

“Ok,” Ed agreed with another pathetic sniffle, his head resting heavily on Stede's chest, eyes drooping close. “But only if you do the voices!”

[zzztobi]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do what kinda pussy eater suna is 🙏 jus' need him <33

pairing!: suna rintaro x fem!reader

tw!: oral (f), mentions of ruined orgasms, praise, degradation. mean suna because he's my fav suna <3.

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okay okay, i'm seeing a mean and teasing pussy eater here! yeah, suna rintaro is definitely a mean one :(

if you've expected a heated and agitated session with him, i'm sorry to disappoint you but he's not into that (unless...) suna likes to take his time with you and with taking his time i mean teasing the shit out of you.

i believe he starts by pressing wet kisses on your belly and go lower and lower with his mouth until it reaches the hem of your underwear. he would look up at you and smirk and proceed then to kiss your hips and down your legs to your ankles, avoiding your pussy completely.

from that angle he has a full display of your already wet panties and he smirks again (he just never stops smirking, just a warning). his hands are everywhere, caressing your skin as if his fingers were soft feathers. he would trace from the back of your knee to the top of your leg, watching you squirming under his touch.

and when, by whatever reason, he decides it's the time to eat you out, be prepared, because you're not going to cum until he wants to. suna knows your body from inside and out and he also knows that going down on you slowly drives you mad, and he's here for it.

his lips would leave a brief kiss on top of your sTILL clothed pussy, and calmly his hands would take your underwear off your body. let's remember that his half lidded eyes never leave yours, suna rintaro is a watcher (in every way possible) and he's not ashamed of it.

suna would kiss the part were your pussy and thigh meet, your mound and probably bite your thighs if you squirm or whine too much; everywhere but your cunt. but when he does go in, jesus christ, he takes his sweet time; first he would start by giving kitten licks that would morph into long strides from your ass to your clit after you whined and begged for more.

his lips would work along with his tongue too and lazily but steadily, he would pump two of his fingers into you, grazing that sweet spot inside you that has you moaning underneath him. suna builts your orgasm little by little, taking notes of every one of your reactions and when he senses your high approaching, he hastily stops, ruining it completely. you would cum eventually, after 3 or 4 ruined orgasms...

about sounds, mmmh, i don't think suna is the type to make any while eating you out, if so i think a few boyish chuckles here and there but nothing too crazy apart from the wet sounds of his mouth on your pussy obviously.

he does, anyhow, moan at his first taste of you and surely talks you through all of it. he's just as mean with his words as he is with his actions.

- “aww, you wanna cum? i'm sorry baby i'm not done with this pussy yet”

- “never tasted something so good princess, you drive me crazy”

- “this pussy belongs only to me, yeah? my pretty little pussy”

- “shh, shhh, you're doing great darling. just a little more and i'll let you cum”

- “my dirty whore is going to cum? cum then, cum on my fucking tongue right now or you're not cumming at all”

©️ zzztobi 2022 — all rights reserved. please don't repost, translate or copy any of my work.

[gendertrickster]

Meowrails gender or prettyboy Aranea pls pls pls

okay okay okay we're onto something now. i will do both just for you

so meowrails is interesting genderwise. my good girlfriend co-writer eden has given such an intriguing read in her work where nepeta is genderfluid transmasc and equius is sort of agender transfem. i really dig these reads because nepeta has always been sort of boyish to me and with her penchant for roleplaying would be way into gender exploration. also like. his whiskers. come on now. equius is also really interesting because his whole gender deal is built upon all the fragile falsehoods of masculinity, it's a very strong part of his character that all the shit he stands for is just sort of. nothing. and an equius who is further encouraged to introspect by nepeta in a situation where he doesn't need to uphold any of these broken systems could turn out as something really good. nepeta wanting to be stronger and equius's perpetual wish to be gentle contribute so much to their characters in this way

aranea is. interesting. my friend vicki (certified homestuck genius) put it like this once

and her relationship with femininity is a lot like that because her being the quintessential Blue Girl gives her a lot of power narratively in a very similar way that vriska holds power narratively. letting go of that and choosing to be something else in the fallout of femininity getting her killed, badly, in a sort of inverse manner to the way vriska has to let go of relevance to be happy, would be an ideal trajectory for her postgame arc. also he's just so fucking fruity are you kidding me dude

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 28 brb x oc

a/n: newsflash, these two are fucking nerds. Also, kinda short because I somehow lost half of the chapter twice and i decided to shorten it before I just fucking c r i e d

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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Beatrice found out, on the drive back home from the hotel, that Bradley really liked video games but he hadn’t had the time to play any for a long time. She questioned him if he had any console or pc he could play any with, he sheepishly said he had a ps4 hidden somewhere in his apartment that he never really used.

Now, Beatrice loved video games but she was more of a pc kinda gal than a console one. She questioned him what sort of games he liked and he shrugged with the response of “Any but Aviation Simulator.” with a silly chuckle since he was so proud of his joke. She kept that information in her brain all the way back, during helping Penny and Shells at the bar and once she was inside his apartment.

She questioned him where his playstation would be hiding at, to which he just stared at her for a couple seconds, then muttered a less than convincing “In the closet.” Even if it wasn’t there, she was determined to find it. She opened his closet, rummaged through the colorful fabrics of his Hawaiian shirts before using the built in drawers as a ladder, checking the upper compartment where a bunch of boxes were.

Tucked in the corner she saw the blue and white box, letting out a triumphant sound as she tugged it forward, dropping down to the ground with it in her hands, “There you go.” she smiles, handing him the box “Let’s plug it in!”

Rooster followed her to his living room with a chuckle, “You seem more excited than me when I got this.”

“Well, I like video games Roos,” she says, helping him take the playstation out of its box, “We could play some games together!”

He looked in her direction, pulling the cables out first with a smile, “I wouldn’t mind that.” he says as he sets up the console on the coffee table, pushing it a bit closer to the tv so the cable wouldn’t be stretched out. Stood by his side, telling him if he needed help she’d try her best to, which in response she only got an once over with a smile, “I don’t mind you just standing there looking pretty.” he says, “Helps with morale.”

Beatrice laughs softly, crouching down next to him, tucking a strand of hair that fell from her trusty bun, “Morale huh?” he nods with a boyish grin, before he leans back from the TV to turn the console on. They had to wait a few minutes, but the tv finally shone with the known blue quickly changing to the main menu where the games were shown.

He had quite a selection, from Far Cry to Hitman, his first one being Red Dead Redemption 2 a game she played twice and cried twice. He checked the controller to see if it was connected, which it was, pushing himself to his feet as he moved down the line to the game library.

Of course there’d be more games, he had the complete Assassin’s Creed collection, God of War Remastered and unbelievably he also had Saints Row. She smiles as she stands up as well, her eyes flicking to every title while he moves around to check if everything was in there, “I don’t know why but I’m not surprised you have Call of Duty installed either.” he just chuckles, going down his list until he reached the end, “And Mortal Kombat! Oh my God, we have to play it!”

“Sure,” he begins, “But I’ll tell you gorgeous, I’m very good at MK.” there’s that boyish grin again, that nostalgic feeling she had back when he first made the pancakes. He pulled out the other controller from the little stand giving it to her as he pressed the Mortal Kombat icon.

The two of them settled on the couch, waiting for the loading screen to show up and they could check the character roster. She curiously watched Rooster pick Sub-Zero with a chuckle, “Oh, you are a Sub-Zero main?” 

“Sure am.” he smiles, leaning back on his couch, “What about you, gorgeous? Kitana? Sonya?”

But Beatrice only gave him a smile, looking back at the screen as she chose on the roster. Bradley blinked when he turned his head back to the tv. It wasn’t Kitana, or Sonya or not even Mileena. Beatrice was a Scorpion main. She just gave him a cheeky look, leaning back onto the couch with the controller resting on top of her lap. Bradley laughed with his eyebrows up, “Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be then.” he says, “Alright, cool.”

He didn’t tell her, but he was happily surprised when he found out Beatrice liked video games because that was another thing they could do together! Every time she surprised him and everytime he fell even more in love with her. He thanked whatever deity was responsible for dropping her into his life like that.

Interestingly enough, he wasn’t really planning on meeting anyone for a while.Ever since he returned to TOPGUN a few months back, he came as a single man without any reason to get a girlfriend. Hook ups? Sure. Short lived relationships? Yeah.Did he regret some of them? Absolutely. He didn’t plan on checking Beatrice out nor develop this massive crush on her, him at thirty six years old with a goddamn crush.

He denied himself for weeks, but obviously Nat figured it out. Just seeing Beatrice made his heart flutter, even if she scurried away from and avoided him the best she could, he just couldn’t really help himself. 

Bradley remembers what happened when his mother lost his father, she was very strong and never cried in front of him, but he knew she did cry. Sometimes he’d come home from school and his mother’s eyes would be red, but she’d have such a bright smile and hug him so tight he’d never question it. In his mind, he didn’t want to be the reason for someone else’s tears like that.

It was a fear he still had, even more now that he had Beatrice, of not coming back. But he also…couldn’t see himself without her, he loved this woman more than he ever thought he would. She latched onto his heart and he didn’t want her to let go, he just wanted to come back to her safely. 

Crazy, he thought, how much he felt for her in the short time they’ve been together. He knows that Mav said it wasn’t strange but it was. He felt connected to Beatrice in a way he had never felt with anyone else, their conversations worked, their silence together didn’t bother him, he was added into her hobbies and interests so easily he felt like he knew her for ages…he just felt happy, really happy in a way he hadn’t in a while.

He was bitter for a good part of his life, angry, thinking he’d deserve nothing like the love he so wanted. While others got married at a young age, he didn’t, he just went with the flow with whatever girl who got interested but made it clear it was a one time thing and nothing else. His face hardened at the memory of Chloe, who while at first seemed to be a nice girl, immediately started acting like they were a thing - which he told her before they even hooked up it wouldn’t happen.

She was pretty and smart, but she had no idea how a relationship could work. She also dropped very unpleasant questions about his parents that he clearly didn’t feel like answering. He didn’t know why she was so…invasive, clambering over his boundaries like a rabid bull and just wanting to know more and more about him when he wasn’t ready to share.

It was a hookup. Nothing more. They weren’t dating. They weren’t going to date. She tried contacting him after their hook up, but she was eventually transferred out of state and never talked to him again,which he was very thankful for. There were others after her that understood it was a one night thing, just to have fun, nothing serious. Nothing like Beatrice was.

Part of him wondered if he truly deserves someone like her. Someone so sweet and kind and understanding, who believes in him so much, who looks at him with stars in her eyes and who worries about his well being. He fucked up so much, he did such shitty things when he was younger and even when he was a grown man– how was he deserving of her? 

He gave her a look by the corner of his eye, seeing her eyes focused on the tv, her lower lip inside her mouth in concentration as her fingers moved on the controller. She was good, almost as good as he was, but the best was that she was having fun. With him. Playing video games together.

They just clicked together, two people from different walks of life who’d never met were not the circumstances thrown in their paths, who fit in like pieces of a puzzle. Even if he had doubts of his own worth when it came to her, his own demons that still needed working, he was glad she was there, right beside him, wearing comfortable jeans and a Van Halen t-shirt with her hair up in a bun. 

She won, unsurprisingly so, letting out a happy sound as Scorpion just ripped Sub-Zero in half with his fatality. “I won!” she says with a grin, turning to face him, “Guess I’m not as rusty as I thought.”

Rooster chuckled, lifting his hands in defense, “I guess not, gorgeous…rematch?”

“Oh,absolutely!”

-

“There’s also Mass Effect, the trilogy, I think you’d like it.” she comments, watching him play Red Dead Redemption 2 and trying to keep quiet about spoilers. He was still pretty early in the game and like her, he loved exploring his surroundings before doing main missions so she could help with things that she knew wouldn’t give him too much info about how the game would go.

“Yeah?” he asks while yanking herbs off the ground, “What’s it about?”

“It’s an action role playing game set in space, you play as Commander Shepard, you could be male or female.” she explains, supporting her chin on her hand, “You uh, have to save the whole universe pretty much. You are also part of the Alliance Navy too, so.”

He chuckles, walking Arthur back to the black Clydesdale horse he fondly named ‘Tracker’ “Seems interesting, you going to help me out with it too?”

“If you want,” she says with a grin, “It’s my favorite game series…well that and Dragon Age. Both are made by the same developer.”

“Well, if it’s your favorite I’m going to give it a try.” Rooster said, galloping away from the forest he was in back to the closest settlement. They’ve been together ever since early afternoon, luckily Jolene wasn’t a clingy dog when it came to Beatrice being absent for a while or else she’d be already complaining about being alone for such long hours. 

Beatrice watched Bradley play with a fond smile, sometimes gently combing through his golden brown tresses whenever he’s too focused to talk. Her phone pings, making her pull it out of her back pocket without taking her eyes off the tv, only dropping when the device is near her face.

Ev (15:05)

Hey, good news, I got one more person for the team. We’re full now.

Bea (15:06)

Ev that’s awesome! :) Who is it?

Ev (15:07)

Jennifer, remember her? She used to hang out with us before she transferred to another college. She moved back now.

Bea (15:08)

Ohhh, yes I remember her! So, what 's the plan?

Ev (15:09)

Since I know you and Shells have your dance class and work at night time, the best time for us to train would be around noon. At least Wednesday and then the weekends. I think it could work for all of us.

Beatrice’s smile dropped, looking back to where her hand was still connected to Rooster’s amazingly soft hair, combing the strands through her fingers. But…that would mean she wouldn’t have much time with him during the afternoons. But she promised she’d join the team and they didn’t have much time, so they had to work with what they had.

Bea (15:11)

Sounds great, where are we going to train?

Evelyn sent her a map with the location of an open gym, mentioning there wouldn’t be too many people around the time they’d go but they’d have at least two hours before people actually came by. Two hours was more than enough. She thanked Evelyn, who said their first practice will be this Wednesday and to wear something light.

Beatrice dropped the phone to her lap, looking back at the tv as she felt the nerves slowly climbing back inside of her. While she did play volleyball a few months ago, and was incredibly embarrassed because Rooster was watching her, she wondered if she was…good enough to play in this charity game.

Who’d be their opponents? It is an official team which should be a compliment since Prof.Richards thought they were good as one but, was it smart? She should’ve asked these questions when Evelyn first told her about it, now she can’t go back. It was for charity, which was a noble cause, so she shouldn’t feel worried.

Bea, however, brought the side of her thumb into her mouth, biting the skin around it with her eyebrows furrowed. What if the team obliterated them? Oh, that was a possibility.  The more she thought about it, the more it made her feel nervous about playing the actual game. She wished she was as level headed as Evelyn was when she told Beatrice they’d go against a professional team. 

Bradley moves his gaze away from the gang members he just killed towards Beatrice, seeing her chewing the corner of her nail with a frown, “Babe,hey,” he takes hold of the hand against her lips, gently pulling it out and snapping her out of her thoughts, “You are going to chew your thumb off in that rate, what’s the matter?”

Beatrice sighs, “I’m just thinking of the volleyball game we’ll be part of…I don’t know why I said yes. We’ll be playing against a professional team, Brad!” she throws her free hand up in the air for emphasis “We got no chance.”

Rooster furrowed his eyebrows, giving her a confused look, “Do you not remember annihilating Hangman at the beach? “ She makes a disgruntled noise, looking at her jeans, “Bea, come on. You are great, you’ll give them a run for their money.”

She looked at him from the corner of her eye, sighing quietly but leaning her head back against the couch, “I guess…I’m just nervous.”

He pauses the game, dropping the controller on his thigh with his lips pursed, “Can I go?” she blinks towards him, “I wanna watch you beat the shit out of people with a volleyball.”

“...but–Roos.. I mean–” she just stares at him for a while, “Of course you can go, if you want. You are giving me way too much credit, you know?”

“I mean, I don’t know,” he shrugs absently, “My girlfriend is a powerhouse in a lot of ways but especially when it comes to volleyball?” Beatrice blushes bright red, but she’s smiling sweetly at him, playing with her fingers. “Bea,” he cups her chin with one of his hands, giving her a grin, “You are a powerhouse, you’ll destroy them.”

Beatrice laughs softly, looking down at the inside of his wrist then back at him, “Okay.” she says, crawling over to hug his torso with a deep inhale of his cologne, “Okay…” he grins down at her, pressing a soft kiss to her temple when she rests her head on his lap, her back to the tv and her long brown hair sprawled over his jeans clad thighs.

He runs his hand through her hair, tucking the thick strands behind her ear as she looks up at him with her eyes half open, “Going to sleep on me?”

“You are very comfortable.” she smiles, tucking her hands under her head as he pressed play on the game once more. Beatrice inhaled deeply, but then turned around so she could watch him play the game with her head still on his lap.

Her phone pinged yet again and she picked it up. Evelyn once more, but this time she asked ‘Hey, you know what I just noticed? Our volleyball team was our DnD team back in college.’ and Beatrice blinked in surprise. Oh my God, it was true.

They did have a DnD group back then, with Evelyn as the DM. They were still new but they wanted to try it out, they rarely had the time to actually play it besides a couple weekends but it was so fun. Just like volleyball, it was a thing the group shared in common, one thing they could play together whenever they had the time. 

They had a campaign and they had character sheets, but very seldom were the times they were all in the same spot together to actually do something about it. The nervousness from before turned into excitement as she typed back if Evelyn wanted to continue their old campaign.

Ev (15:33)

I still have everything, that's why I messaged you.

Bea (15:34)

I’m okay with that, but I’ll just have to talk to Brad. He’s on leave and I want to spend with him :&lt;

Ev (15:35)

It’s okay, at best we’ll do it once a week, we all work too. I’ll let the others know.

Beatrice smiled, placing the phone screen down on top of her chest as she looked back at the screen when she heard the obvious sounds of gunshots coming from the game. Looking up at Bradley with her eyebrow up, she bit back a laugh at how intense he was looking at the tv and making sure every single gang member died.

He must’ve felt her eyes on him because his own gaze dropped down towards her briefly, looking up at the screen with a smile, “What?”

“You look very focused.”

“Trying not to die, babe.” he says with a soft laugh, the clicking of the buttons adding to the background noise, “Who messaged you?”

“Ev, she was reminding me how our volleyball group was also our DnD group.” she smiles “The girls might want to return to our old campaign, we never really…did much with it. We didn’t have a lot of time as I told you before. We don’t have a lot of experience but we had fun.”

Rooster pauses the game, tossing the controller aside with his arms spread on the back of the couch, “And you guys planning on getting together again? To play it?”

Beatrice shrugged, grabbing the hand on top of her head to play with his calloused fingers, running her nail over the lines on his palm, “Maybe once a week, I don’t know, we still have the practice…and I want to spend my time with you.”

“Aw, babe…you keep sweet talking like that you’ll make me fall in love with you.”

“I thought you were already in love with me,” she replies with a grin, “And I was in love with you.”

Rooster’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to bring her up to his chest, hugging her tightly. Beatrice squeaked a laugh, muffled against the fabric of his white tee, “God, you are so cute.” he murmurs against her temple, “I can’t get enough of you, I swear.”

Her smile when she lifts her head to face him could put the sun to shame, her cheeks reddening like fresh apples he wanted to take a bite of. She just leaned up to kiss his lips, snuggling against his chest, “Thank you, Roos.” she begins, “For being here with me.”

Rooster smiles, pecking her forehead, “Always,gorgeous." he says, holding her close to his chest before he presses play yet again, "Now, you said there are treasures around this area?"

[sapphire-weapon]

You're right, they were insane, because RE2make Leon was perfect. He so brilliantly embodied American White Guy that has no fucking idea how hard life gets. He just doesn't get it. He went head on into danger, because I don't think he fully understood/comprehended exactly what he was getting into at the start. It's why he so stupidly went along with Ada (yes, I know he SAID he didn't trust her... but like... he definitely had a moment of "wow, she's attractive and claims to be a superior, so I'm desperate for her approval and will accept the kiss", like a total boyish moron). Which is exactly what he was meant to be. It was an excellent (and devastating) lead up to where he is in RE4make.

It's like I said before, I don't understand how people think the mafia backstory is canon considering how much of a sheltered, naive dipshit Leon is in RE2.

RE2make had the opportunity to go back and make him harder earlier on in order to be more in line with said backstory, but they actually went and made him softer. He VERY MUCH comes off as someone who's intellectually aware that people are dishonest and not everyone always has his best interest in mind, but he hasn't yet lived it, so he doesn't know if he should trust his gut or not.

That's why he goes along with Ada, even if he doesn't fully trust her. He wants to trust her. His sheltered upbringing makes him feel like he should, because he's never had a reason to truly question authority -- let alone an authority as high up and official as the FBI.

And as the night goes on, and he doesn't get any overt red flags from her -- just subtle ones here and there that he could wave away as "reading too much into it" -- he's able to more easily buy into the narrative, because he just wants it to be true so badly.

So, when she kisses him, because he's clung so tightly to this delusion he's built up around her, his mind blanks out. Leon knows intellectually that an FBI agent would never, ever make a move like that. But he's too deep in there now to pull back and call bullshit now.

Not only that, but Ada is probably the hottest woman who's ever been even remotely interested in him -- much less to the point of kissing him. Again, because he's had a sheltered, uneventful, bland life up until this point. He lacks life experience, and he seems to also lack any real sexual experience, so what's a guy like him to do other than lean into it and let himself get lost in the fantasy?

But when Annette tells him the truth, what really happens there is that she digs up all of those tiny little doubts and shines a light on all of the little things about Ada that just felt Wrong somehow, and she validates his suspicions. And suddenly, he can't lie to himself anymore. Because now, it's not just his inexperienced self not knowing when or how to make a judgement call. Now, someone else has seen it, too. It's not just in his head.

There's no way that a child from a mafia family would be able to buy so thoroughly into Ada's FBI narrative. The FBI would have literally never been his friends. Even if he was adopted by a cop, cops have issues with feds, too. Mafia parents + local LEO foster dad = FUCK NO I DON'T TRUST THE FBI ARE YOU KIDDING

It just doesn't make any sense. I don't understand how someone can look at his inexperienced, sheltered, naive ass and genuinely think he's had a hard life up until this point. RE2make Leon has no street smarts, no practical wisdom to draw on at all.

That's the point of his character arc.

To buy into the mafia backstory means erasing the purpose/efficacy of his arc and literally why would you ever want that, as a fan of the character?

[hauntedjpeg]

hey how do you get your characters to be Like That? I'm coming to a realization that I need to expand my cast in my original work and i'm not GREAT at character development. tips? tricks? black magic spells?

think about those freaks 24/7 LMAOOO

no just kidding. i have a few tips, i think.

the first one is to READ MORE!!! and NOT FANFICTION!!! sorry to everyone who is going to think im a pretentious asshole for saying that, but i mean you genuinely need to consume actual novels. i dont even mean trad published novels, go for indie if you really want. but you need to consume media that is not fanfiction, because it will teach you how to create characters without leaning on pre-made characteristics. we learn by imbibing new subjects, osmosis or whatever. the more you read, the better your writing, therefore your characterization, will be.

identify what characters you like IN those works of fiction and why you like them. i really loved rand al'thor from the wheel of time novels because he was The Chosen One who was fucking BAD at being the chosen one LMAOOO and i liked his boyishness (there is a reason Xavier is a redhead, thanks Rand).

secondly, think about what you like about real people!! everyone has quirks and intricacies that make them unique. for example my husband never sneezes once, he sneezes three times EVERY SINGLE TIME. without fail. i was just telling frontier last night how their undying love for their friends pets was the most endearing trait ever. think of these sorts of traits when you make a character, because it will make them feel more realistic. its not always enough to say "my oc likes coffee and cats!" you have to add in that they constantly leave the last little bit of coffee in every single cup, or that if they pass an alley a cat magically appears bc they simply attract those strange liminal creatures.

(side note one of my fave quirky not-on-page traits ive given xaviers character is that hes infertile. boys shooting blanks! there is no reason for me to have given him this other than the fact that the Hot and Popular guy having dead swimmers is hilarious to me)

giving your characters flaws is also A HUGE AND VERY IMPORTANT PART OF CHARACTER DESIGN. and when i say flaws they cant be "they're clumsy :(" or "they're just SO nice to everyone !" this is not a character flaw lol you need to make them occasionally mean. you need to let them have bad ideas and make mistakes. you need to put fears inside them that have them acting out in irrational ways. they have to say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing and then accordingly face the consequences for that.

i'm using one of @unknownangels oc's as an example (surprise) but Benji is a character with the very classic martyr-trope. except the way this is USUALLY played, is the way most people feel drawn to. which is that their oc is the big selfless hero, or the overly kind fawn character in a big scary world where kindness is their greatest strength and they win because they let themselves get hurt!!!! and then, after it all, they're praised for it. benji, my sweet little fucking idiot, tries to do that and gets torn to shreds for it because IT'S NOT A GOOD THING! IT IS BAD! IT IS SELFISH AND CRUEL TO HIS LOVED ONES!!! his relationship with his family fractures and he has to repair a friendship that he abandoned. THAT is a good example of CONSEQUENCES in writing.

also i can't lie, having a writing partner to bounce ideas off of has completely leveled up how well i design characters. they get built by two writers essentially, and the way they flesh out is even more in depth because of it.

i would say find a good friend or writing group to try and bounce your writing off of, but also be wary lol people on the internet are deeply insecure and jealous and that did not turn out great for me, except for perhaps with the above writer im mentioning.

and also, as shallow as it might sound, a pinterest board goes a long way. visuals for your characters can be a REALLY good place to start, and even to just get inspiration. i regularly go look at my own ocs pinterest boards just to get their vibe before writing them again. also, rereading my own writing and getting into their tone and character voice helps me continue to ensure they're consistent. because consistency is a huge key.

if you write your oc in a scenario where they go "actually i dont smoke weed very often lol" and then in the next thing you write they're a huge stoner, you see how that becomes confusing? consistency!!!

anyway, sorry if this is both long and not actually helpful, but i'm flattered you asked!!! writing is a very beautiful hobby that i love so much lmao i wish i had more people to discuss it with!

[jamiesfootball]

What is your favourite live action holiday movie?

I hope this question covers 'movies that happen to be on that holiday and not about it' because. Buddy. Are you ready for an answer so obscure that when I tried to crosscheck that it did take place on the holiday I thought it did, fucking Google couldn't confirm. I literally had to double check with my friend who's seen this movie more than me-

Warrior (2011) because the final fight takes place on the 4th of July and as it happens I first saw this movie on the 4th of July.

Now without further ado LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES

The synopsis from IMDB says:

The youngest son of an alcoholic former boxer returns home, where he's trained by his father for competition in a mixed martial arts tournament - a path that puts the fighter on a collision course with his estranged, older brother.

Starring: Joel Edgerton, Tom Hardy, Nick Nolte, Jennifer Morrison, Frank Grillo

But this movie- Y'ALL THIS MOVIE. Oh, it is a gut punch from start to finish. It is a beauty. The synopsis makes it seem like the oldest brother is estrange WHEN IN FACT it is the youngest (played by Tom-Fucking-Hardy) who has basically cut off contact with everyone after him and his mother left town to escape his abusive, alcoholic dad. He is sullen, moody, angry, doesn't talk much - AND HE FUCKING PUNCHES LIKE ELIOT GODDAMN SPENCER.

And this kid - and he is, there is such a young boyishness to his pain - has gone back to the same abusive, alcoholic dad (who is now sober) to ask him to train him how to box so that he can get into this amateur MMA fight for the prize money (THE REASONS WHY WILL MAKE YOU BAWL).

As for his relationship with his dad (Nick Nolte)? It's a resounding FUCK YOU, I'M NOT HERE FOR YOU.

Meanwhile. The older brother. The one who stayed behind when the mom and the youngest left. His response to his dad is also a big old FUCK YOU OLD MAN. He did not stay for his old man.

He stayed for his girlfriend (Allison Morrison), and guess what? They have a wonderful marriage, and two beautiful little kids together, and his only only fucking regret is that he doesn't know what happened to his brother.

But now he has a problem- see, one of his daughters is real sick. And they've got medical bills piling up. And he's got a mortgage they're falling behind on. And this guy, this wonderful soft-spoken caring guy, he's a teacher. He loves his job, but he doesn't make good money, and his wife is already working extra, and they need the money. So he's been doing underground boxing. But he got caught, and now he's been suspended from his job, so his only option is to enlist the help of his friend (Frank Grillo, aka Crossbones from Captain America) who is a zen-like, classical music loving gym owner to train this guy up for this amateur MMA fight for the prize money

The same one his little brother is aiming for. The same- do you get it? They are both entering a boxing match and they don't know the other one is going to be there.

And because the youngest son is going under his mother's surname no one else knows they're related either.

What's this got to do with 4th of July? It never fucking says, but if I were to read in too deep it would be something about independence. Something about how these two people, who separated from each other and built lives independent of each other, were ultimately never that far apart. Their separate paths led them right back home. Their shared history means they were always going to be together, even if they never never crossed paths again they would always be walking the same road. They were shaped alongside each other. Just. Love, man.

Anyways, by the end of the movie it's the 4th of July and I'm bawling my fucking eyes out. It's also just a really, really good fighting movie.

[theomnicode]

Chapter 169 thoughts: The Dangers of Obsession

Welp, looks like there's no heartwarming Saitama and Genos moments after all. Or there might be normalicity but there's also something far worse being planned.

We're going straight to hell. At least far down the line.

Big spoilers and theorycrafting meta below.

I can see that Genos smirk being uncharacteristically unnerving from a mile away. I didn't even need a translation but it only helped reinforce that notion.

"Sensei." "You even jumped through time and space to save everyone and the world." "Even Garou." "And the only person other than you who knows about it…" "I'm the only one in the universe"

So fucking unnerving when he realizes the's the only one in the universe besides Saitama who knows what happened. It's not a proud or innocent smirk that we've accustomed to seeing from Genos. Murata art and conveying character apperance at his best, masterfully depicting Genos with less innocence in him when he has more angular face and less boyish look.

The core did indeed, have divine enery in it as I anticipated. And it's gonna fuck up genos big time.

But even more than that, it's gonna fuck up his psyche.

God's powers over people's psyche, their self worth, their desires and their morals... he can influence and amplify those feelings directly. He doesn't even need to be there physically, he's the universe, he's everywhere. Where there is free divine energy, like monster explosions releasing divine energy, such as Plat S exploding into shower of stars, God can use that divine energy to manifest in the physical plane and exert it's control.

This is the power of the divine energy, influencing the psyche of people, influencing how they act and think like Godrou and amplifying all of the aspects of the psyche like the flow of the universe where it derives itself from, infinitely expanding. But the nature of divine power like the Kami, is to be amoral, neither good nor evil and it has no emotion, as emotion is only the means of imbuing divine power with said emotional energy and releasing it, because it has none on it's own. The power is that of divine origin, so it is also not human and why all the monsters appear inhumane.

Genos getting juiced up by divine energy from touching the core that was brimming with Saitama's divine energy will mess with his psyche, because he has no resistance to the divine power, like God did with Garou. He has no defences built up whatsoever against divine power influence because his psyche is that of a normal human and just like Garou, his spirit can be influenced.

Genos was already kind of obsessed with Saitama, but he was morally sound. It was more innocent, naive kind of obsession where he worshipped the ground Saitama walked on because he thought Saitama was just that amazing. He genuinely cared for Saitama.

That's going to take a really dark turn. That obsession.

Obsession to the point where he thinks he'll practically own Saitama. Narcissm, the inflated sense of self-worth where he thinks he's the only one who knows what Saitama can really do, stripping Saitama of his agency to decide who he's even allowed to hang out with because nobody else will be good enough for him. Realization that he has power over Saitama that he can use to his advantage. Blind hero worship. Not caring about what he would do to Saitama emotionally and not having moral qualms about doing so either. Dehumanizing himself and possibly Saitama in the process.

The change will be slow and insidious. The more he uses the new core, which is brimming with power, the more it affect his psyche and turn him into something he's not.

It'll be evil Genos where he abuses his power and control over Saitama and becomes a manipulator.

Manipulators and abusers may control their victims with a range of tactics, including, but not limited to, positive reinforcement (such as praise, superficial charm, flattery, ingratiation, love bombing, smiling, gifts, attention), negative reinforcement (taking away aversive tasks or items), intermittent or partial reinforcement, psychological punishment (such as nagging, silent treatment, swearing, threats, intimidation, emotional blackmail, guilt trips, inattention) and traumatic tactics (such as verbal abuse or explosive anger).

The vulnerabilities of the victim are exploited, with those who are particularly vulnerable being most often selected as targets. Traumatic bonding can occur between abusers and victims as the result of ongoing cycles of abuse in which the intermittent reinforcement of reward and punishment creates powerful emotional bonds (that are resistant to change) and a climate of fear. An attempt may be made to normalise, legitimise, rationalise, deny, or minimise the abusive behaviour, or to blame the victim for it.

It will be the worst possible betrayal because Saitama trusted him. And let him in.

And Genos will go insane from the divine energy when Saitama does not comply with his wishes and becomes the Mad cyborg. And Saitama is forced to take him down, his best friend who also betrayed his trust in the worst possible way due to no fault of his own. It was all machinations of God and Genos was always just a chess piece for him. Just like with Meteor and just like with Garou, Genos opposes God's goals in many aspects and will have to be terminated. Or used.

It would make Saitama hate people if this happens to him. The one time he opened up to someone emotionally when he's so socially isolated, only to be abused. He would never be able to trust another human being again. It would hurt so much he'd want to stop himself from feeling again and go back into that state of apathy he clawed himself out of.

Perfectly lined up for God's plan to resonate his soul with Saitama when he is at his lowers point, just like Phoenixman attempted to so with Child Emperor and how Garou and Metal bat worked together. When person's sense of self, their soul, their consciousness, their inner universe, their psyche (thoughts, wants, needs, goals, emotions, that sort of jargon), align if even temporarily.

God is disgusted by mankind (Vaccineman, Phoenixman), their inflated sense of ego and self-importance is like a disease and has discarded it's emotions to form a superior being with a god complex and no humanity to be seen. And it will punish every misstep with karma and to meet it's own ends.

It wants to create another being like itself, another monstrous God.

And Genos, poor Genos, will unwittingly aid him in his attempt in bringing down Saitama.

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Edit: The translation is out... aaaand it's a textbook example. Even Saitama notices something is off. Genos is giving out warning signs, but Saitama has a hard time figuring it out, because he trusts Genos.

I knew it.

But Genos just got the memories did he not?

He knows Saitama didn't make it in time, why would he say this kind of thing?

He knows he literally died because Saitama couldn't make it.

This is just false flattery.

This is textbook positive reinforcement technique, to give superficial praise, flattery and ingratiation.

Texbook example 2: Psychological punishment via guilt tripping and emotional blackmail. Because Saitama let Garou go when he could have stopped Garou from leaving as the only person who could follow his movements.

If it feels like Genos is being OOC, you're not just imagining it.

Saitama feels something is off too, because his facial expressions take on a more neutral, apathetic and downturn instead of any smiling towards Genos after he absorbed core memories. He still smiled towards Garou. But he stopped looking carefree after Genos touched the divine power core.

He should be happy that Genos is alive, right?

Right?

The one support who he clung to. But he even holds Genos in very impersonal manner. And at no point, does Genos seems to show any genuine care for Saitama in this chapter. The lack of care for human emotions, when he's usually so in tune with Saitama's emotions, is also something the divine energy is doing to his psyche.

Saitama feels depressed and Genos shows zero care. Normally he's far more optimistic and in tune than this.

And Zero reaction about his own death, knowing it rattled Saitama and being emotionally not intelligent at all and rambling Saitama's ear off, despite knowing how Saitama can't really focus on long winded speeches. And it's definitely not short speech either, despite him saying it's supposedly short.

We'll be seeing more of this in next chapters.

Edit 2: Cleared about the part how divine powers affect people.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

my wife my life, i have ojv brainrot -- will you please go into crazy amount of detail about what the style boys look like to you in the ojv? what kind of outfits they like to wear? comfort sweaters/shirts? <3 also i love you i am waving $50s and shouting louder than everyone else to be noticed i'm the ride or die bi disaster ojc kenny of the irl

ASHFVGKKVHLJK MY DARLING WIFE HI AND FUCK YEAH!!!!! Helllll yes!!! Ok ok I’m bouta go *rm Jersey voice* AWF!! (This is gonna be so long im sorry)

So OrangeJuiceVerse style my BELOVEDS!!! Ohhhhh my god these two own my entire goddamn soul! And smh they’re so pretty in their own right!!!

OJV Stan… he is a fucking stereotypical DREAM MAN! Kyle is down astronomically bad. Like I’m talkin tall dark and handsome, total sweetheart, inherently boyish charm that just makes everyone adore him! His heart of gold and that deep melancholy he sometimes gets behind those sapphire eyes make him all the more alluring! So this is what our affable Everyman looks like to me:

He is TALL (hit his last growth spurt between sophomore and junior year), like tops off at a lil over 6’2 and is the second tallest of the ojverse Star Seven also he’s BUILT AS HELL?!? In high school his physique could be attributed to the myriad of physically demanding hobbies he cycled through (football in particular when he started dreaming of going pro rip to that) and work on Randy’s Fuckass Farm (fuck u randy). But when he’s older he gets softer, sure (best pillow ever) but keeps working out JUST so he can hold every animal ever like a BABY!!! If you want an approximate art reference of young adult OJV Stan, @bunytime ’s drawings on here for SURE! Like he is tall and strong and BUILT FOR HUGS!!!

Blue blue BLUE eyes like not scary stare into your soul but this soft deep shade that reminds you of calm waters and gemstones peeking from the depths of the shadows of his brows. Just gentle waves and clear dusk light.

Ojv Stan didn’t go through the ever popular bleached hair headcanon, most of my Stans didn’t, but this one bc on the brink of a SadSack episode he mentioned getting Kenny to pierce his ears and dye his hair and (this was before they were dating) Kyle was like NO!!! Bc he always loved Stan’s classic all american look and knows him well enough to know that he would’ve hated it a few days later.

DIMPLES!! TWO OF EM!! And his smile is SO sweet his whole face splits omg my sweet boy!!! And he has tiny, almost imperceptible random scars in various places from childhood tomfoolery, especially on his hands bc he sometimes rivals Kenny in recklessness, and those hands are so rough but so TENDER when they touch you and he’s so aware of his own size and inherent ruggedness that completely juxtaposes his personality and it’s so!!! (God forgive me I’m thinking about nsfw ojv style hcs now)

Aight so OJV Stan IS greasy to some extent, c’mon he’s very Boy, but (this is important) only when he’s having a rough time mentally. Like he’s one of those people where while his horrendous lack of style doesn’t change much, you can tell by the stubble and the gross hair when he’s not doing well. Uhhh later down the timeline he has a beard tho. The bear jokes definitely emerge.

And for his style choices ohhhhh my god this man CANNOT fuckin dress!!! I’m constantly putting ojverse Stan in my clothes bc WHAT is this guy doing wearing the “Bigfoot is real I made s’mores with him” shirt and he is GENUINELY confused when he can’t wear jeans to something formal. His socks are STUPID and GIMMICKY and never match, and his wallet has a million keychains HIS BACKPACK omg like every stereotypical veggie boy he has alll the vegan loser pins and patches. Animal activist Stan forever.

A very casual dresser tbh, t shirts and jeans, sweatpants, hoodies (that have mostly been confiscated by Kyle) like he truly sucks at clothes unless he’s going stupid abt a Halloween costume. He kinda relies on Ky to know what looks good on him irl, bc Kyle is VERY reactive when he’s dressed a certain way and Kyle climbing him= ah yes I look Not Disheveled right to jail for both of them.

Oh KYLE!!! From Stan’s pov??? OJV Stan is a huge fucking fantasy loser and he only knows the word “ethereal” bc he’s a nerd and it describes Kyle. On GOD OJV Kyle is so pretty!!! Like Stanley Down Bad Marsh is ENTHRALLED!!! Always, like since he knew what beauty was, beauty was Kyle.

Ojverse Kyle keeps his hair a little past his shoulders since like freshman year of high school, his HAIRRRRR lord those gorgeous red curls, Stan simply cannot get enough of them, that ponytail, the half bun, the little braids Marj used to do when she and Ky would hang solo… dear god Stan will not shut up about his beautiful elf kings hair. Like hair wise if u want a reference picture the homie @grimsbane ‘s long hair Kyle EXEPT

My guy, OJV Kyle is TINY. Not as short as Kenny and Tweek, but close and definitely skinny to the point where if he misses a meal EVERYONE is on his bony ass bc 1) diabetes and 2) they all know his past with eds and no one’s gonna let that shit get its claws on him again! Unfortunately, OJV Kyle has a really hard time gaining weight, but as an adult he’s fully recovered, just kinda slim and at risk of health problems from the damage he did, but he’s mostly ok.

Ky topped off at 5’7 and was the tallest of the m5 in 7th grade and then EVERYONE but Kenny surpassed him WHICH he was pissed abt for a while. But he kinda stopped caring once he and Stan got together bc Stan wasn’t thattt much taller at first (and then this mf got huge) but Kyle was… VERY INTO THAT! It’s so unserious bc when they’re older Kyle’s like dude just fuckin toss me around and Stan WILL NOT because he’s NERVOUS and also traumatized from the ONE time he reinjured Kyle’s bad knee during Super Best Spicy Time (yes that’s what his loser ass named the sex playlist) but when Ky gets in the mood he wants to be manhandled frfr (I will do a nsfw headcanon post prolly) like the SIZE DIFFERENCE kyle is so spicy 100% calls the shots out here climbin Staniel like a tree.

He’s pale as fuck, cannot tan at allll this dude will not go outside without sunscreen bc he IS Sheila’s son and had it drilled into him that they are pale redheads and uv rays are not their friend, BUT his freckles are faint and so prettttttyyyyy he doesn’t even hate them bc Stan loves them and Kyle loves Stan (losers) he’s got a little group of them on his left cheekbone that Stan INSISTS looks like a heart aaaaaaaaaa

Good lord those eyes. Like you look into them and you are LOST in the most beautiful woods you have ever SEEN!!! I’m serious his eyes look like a forest, green and threaded with occasional brown like tree trunks and they are MAGNETIC!!! He is POINTY too like his features are sharp but his eyes are comfortable and it’s just a beautiful balance.

I’m fully of the belief that this lil redhead is a CHRONIC CLOTHES STEALER!!! Sneaky lil fox like if he’s comfy at home he’s 100% wearing Stan’s lame ass “earth day 2013” hoodie or some shit BUT!!!

His actual clothing is VERY much hot professional dark academia vibes the sweaters, the reading glasses, that hair, like he’s so cute in his button ups and when he stops wearing cargo pants so much in college (man likes pockets change my mind) Stan is SALIVATING bc he can see the sbf’s lithe legs better and he wants to SNAG him smh down horrendous. Kyle wears a lotta green, bc we ginger losers know that’s our COLOR and he looks GORGEOUS in jewel tones what a PRETTY BOY!!! Favorite item of clothing is DEFINITELY Stan’s Peace Love Pine Trees hoodie!!!

They do have friendship (lovers) bracelets that Kenny made them btw

Ok I THINK that’s what I got for now on what they look like but lord knows I’ll probably be more insane later NINA MY BELOVED WIFE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS

[fancytrinkets]

the easy things

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The first time Frank seriously thought about leaving — really leaving this time, walking out that gate, Cordyceps be damned, and never coming back — it was the crowbar, lying in the grass that stopped him.

He'd thrown it there earlier, after prying up half a dozen old floorboards from the porch next door. They were nearly rotted through — an eyesore — and he was tired of seeing them whenever he sat down to read on the porch swing. He was going to replace them, but he still didn't know enough about carpentry to make it happen. And Bill was no help. He had "to focus on real priorities" — like perimeter security and resetting all his fucking traps. And so the job went badly.

When Frank smashed his thumb with the hammer — which he'd also thrown — he'd then lost his temper and pitched the damn crowbar as far as he could, not caring where it landed. But there it was now — a slender length of curved steel, painted cobalt blue — at rest on the lawn.

It belonged in the shed, along the wall where all the tools were kept. Throwing it away was like a little fuck you — and that's how it all got started. Frank had been spoiling for a fight all day. At last, over dinner, he got what he'd worked for: the kind of argument that couples don't always come back from — mean, resentful, cruel.

"This? Us? It never would have happened if it weren't the end of the fucking world."

And it was true.

In the old days, all Frank would have seen in Bill was the X-Files shit — the conspiracy theories, the government cover-ups, the Trust No One ethos — and not in a charming, boyish grin, David Duchovny sort of way. He would have seen the worst in it, and then kept his distance.

But he would've missed a whole lot.

Because Bill was other things, too. He was brilliant and funny, romantic and talented — qualities that meant nothing in the face of a mindless apocalypse. Cordyceps invaded and colonized, wiping away the humanity as it spread. If Bill were only the easy things — the music and laughter, the food and the loving — he would have died years ago along with everyone else — all his beauty snuffed out, just as theirs was.

Frank hated to admit it, but the X-Files shit — the meticulous, stubborn paranoia — was the weird saving grace that had built this sanctuary and kept it running.

So he walked across the yard and picked up the crowbar. It was smooth and cold as he carried it back to the house — a stark contrast to the feel of Bill's hands, warm and rough against Frank's own as he handed the crowbar back to him.

[lollytea]

Huntlow thought - Hunter and Willow going out of their way to make sure Gus never feels like a third wheel. I really love that all three of them are close, because Willow and Gus’ relationship is clearly very important to them and nothing sucks quite like having a romantic interest get in the way of a friendship. Willow especially, having gone through what she did with Amity and knowing how it feels to have your best friend push you away, would take special care to see that they still did one-on-one hangouts, and that Gus never feels like he’s intruding. (She doesn’t really have have time to worry when it’s the three of them, though, because when Hunter and Gus are in the same room she immediately becomes The Braincell.)

Just, like, the two of them being friends first and dating second.

YEAH YEAH MY GOD YEAH YOURE SO RIGHT

I cannot imagine the three of them ever having a problem like this, it just feels so out of character.

As you said, Willow has had her terrible experience with Amity, and she and Gus were each others' only friend for the longest time. Their bond is so special and completely unbreakable. It would be so unlike Willow to ever neglect that.

And likewise, Gus knows Willow loves him. He has complete faith and confidence in this. He knows how loving she is and he's been through so much with her. This is not the kind of relationship that easily sows insecurity.

Meanwhile, Hunter has never had friends before so now that he does, there is no way in hell he is ever going to take them for granted. I don't think he would ever consider either romance or friendship to be superior to one another. They're both just different forms of love to him and Hunter had been without love for so long, that he needs to cherish all that he currently has in his life.

It's so important how all of the trio have established dynamics with eachother that are all unique and special in their own way. Willow and Gus have this unconditional love and years of history and have been each others only support during their darkest times. Hunter and Willow have this sweet soft friendship that is built on respect and admiration. And Hunter and Gus seem to exist in their own boyish bubble. Hunter looks out for Gus and Gus makes Hunter laugh.

But the three of them TOGETHER is a dynamic in its own right and its just as special. I also love this idea of total comfort in their relationships with eachother that even if Hunter and Willow ARE off having alone time, Gus doesn't feel even remotely weird that they're off doing stuff without him. Like all of the trio are able to hang out as duos without the third person feeling left out because they all understand how deeply they care about each other.

Like sometimes Hunter and Willow WILL be hanging out alone at her place and after a few hours they'll be like "I miss Gus. We should ask Gus to come over."

And then he bursts in like "HELLO LOVEBIRDS YOUR FAVOURITE BOY IN THE WORLD IS HERE." And he's fucking RIGHT he IS their favourite boy in the world

[bodiesonbodiesonbodieson]

My mother just brought my cousin to the house last evening for errands, he came and ate there its the usual. Anyways, I just want to say I kinda realized how pretty his face is, like its super soft and it isn’t the kind of spectacular geometric radiance that really shakes you, but the soft boyish features that makes him look innocent and polite like a timid plant. His sister is pretty and so are mine and so am I, so it feels like this is a factor of genetics. 

I am taken aback, by the way, because it’s not like I haven’t seen him recently before. I smiled thinking about it; I’ve seen him when we’re both kids but not the process of growing, and we’re getting more separate but that’s because I tend to align myself away from family. I don’t really mind the separation, he’s just another family member. Family tend to disappoint, you can’t have the patience you have with others on them because they’re so close to you, they built you, that you can’t help realize how often they could choose to build you better. Then again, it’s not like they know any better, you surely don’t. 

It is assuring to be related to pretty people--still fascinated by the fact that my mother’s side really does bring the beauty, she also modelled on a few occasions. I, for one, am incredibly insecure about my physical appearance. I need assurance, the kind that I still haven’t gotten from love. It’s easy to get people to call me hot, but it’s not as easy to have them fallen in love. It’s not enough to fuck, sometimes, a lot of times. I still look in the mirror through another, mirroring a mirrored image, so I would know how people actually see me. It is dangerous. It will break you at first, but you’ll transit to another way of seeing your face--maybe, just maybe, it would even change. You’ll move through different emotions--comfort, disgust, anger, pride--, you’ll go through it regardless. You were never static in your feelings, your heart was never set like stone. It is made of parts moving, living, cellular--still flesh, still under the moon. 

My face will change like life always has, that’s assuring. Whether people notice or not, I hope they notice improvements, I don’t know. 

[petersnya]

love letters | peter p

Something rlly fluffy and cute to get me back into writing. Also this is based in the avengers tower not compound cuz I thought I was cooler lmao

“Mrs. y/l/n, you have mail,” Friday's voice sounded in your room as you looked away from the video game Clint got you to try with an arched brow. Mail?

“This tower has a mail system?”

“I am not required to give you that information. It's.. classified.” sure it was. Your feet padded against the hardwood floor- stopping as soon as you got to the note. You picked it up carelessly and made your way back to your bed, flopping down on it, holding the letter above your face as you examined it.

“No y/n. This isn’t creepy at all. Just some.. weird envelope with a wax seal left at your door.” That sounds comforting. You slowly peeled off the wax seal and set it in your nightstand; it was pretty, so you wanted to keep it. The letter was on a white sheet of computer paper. Pulling it out of the envelope you looked at the handwriting and your heart couldn’t help but melt as you glanced over it.

You were never really into all the mushy stuff about dating or having a crush on someone- but this person in particular never failed to make that brick wall to hide emotions you built up drop; well him and your mom. She never failed to make you smile.

But he did more than make you smile. The handwriting in the letter was very boyish. It was messy and every word written was capitalized but with writing was small. Your eyes finished gazing over the words and you started to read from the beginning--

Dear y/n,

Hi… I'm not really sure how to start off a love letter but here goes nothing. Wow, I already messed up. I wasn't supposed to say what kind of letter it was yet and I can't go back since I wrote this in pen and have already tried writing this like a hundred times so i'm not re-starting. Anyways, as you may know I'm not really good with words. Especially talking to someone face to face. Which is weird since I'm very comfortable around you.. I still get nervous. My hands get so sweaty and my breath gets shallow. I can't stop tugging at the bottom over whatever shirt I'm wearing when I'm talking to you. And I'm sure you can see how red my face gets just by looking at you. I know you don't like mushy lovey dovey stuff like this and I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. That's not my intention at all I promise.. But I had to tell you this someday somehow. You make me so happy just with a simple hi or getting the chance to have a conversation with you, so I hope this letter can make you smile the same way. Ok Sam says this is getting too long…

Sincerely, Peter P

You couldn't help but laugh at every other sentence, just imagining Peter writing this over and over.

“How did I get so lucky,” you thought to yourself out loud. Just as you said that, there was a thud against your door.

“Ow--”

You rolled your eyes with a smile and went to open the door. Swinging it open towards you, Peter's head fell on top of your feet. He sat up with a groan- rubbing his head where it hit your feet. Suddenly his head whipped around to look at you as you stood there with a smile on your face.

“Uh- look.. I know you uh.. You don't really do the whole ‘cute confessing your feelings’ thing but I just-” he stopped rambling and bent down to pick up flowers he had brought. “I just wanted to say, y/n, i really really like you. And it ok if you don't feel the same way but Sam, Cap and Pietro told me i would never know if i never asked so here i am and--”

“Dude! Please stop with the rambling,” you put your hands on his shoulder and shook him back and forth while the both of you laughed. When the laughter died down, you looked into Peter's brown eyes that were staring right back at you, still asking the same question. You pulled at his shirt to get him to step a little closer to you.

“I would be a fucking idoit if i said i didnt feel the same about you. You're everything I could ever want and need for the rest of my life. I’m sure of it.” Peter’s face was a little bit close to yours now. He stared at you speechless. A rush of confidence washed over him and he took to more steps towards you, becoming close enough to lean and and press his lips to your-- catching you bottom lip in between his two lips. His hand inched its way to your hips, unsure if he should or not. But you answered that question for him.

You grabbed his hand and slid it to the small of your back, allowing him to press your hips to his. Your lips pressed harder to his as you grabbed the flowers he got you and tossed them on your night stand. Grabbing Peter's shirt, you yanked him into the room- Peter reaching back and slamming the door shut behind him.

“Hey! I said no PDA! I was gonna have Thor post this to the Avengers instagram and Cap would be pissed if he saw that last part.”

Pietro tsked after he yelled at Peter from the other side of your door. You and Peter just bursted into laughter at the sound of him stomping away like a toddler.

“This might just be one of the best moments of my life.” Peter couldn’t help but admit, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Thank God for love letters.