#i want to crush him but like in affectionate way y’know

[rustycopper4use]

Slasher And Basher!

slasher is my favourite so far, I think he’s just charming lil fella.

(also I’m definitely not freaking out over escaped finding my art. I knew he was here but that quick-)

[upsidedownwithsteve]

eye-rolling "Well, I guess I can do that for you."

pretty please with Steve? 🥰🥰

You weren’t Steve’s girlfriend, not at all. In fact, the man hadn’t even managed to take you on a date. Not yet.

But Steve was pretty damn sure he was borderline besotted with you. Affection made him ache, the longing worse. He felt like a teenager again, a schoolboy with a soul shattering crush that he wasn’t sure he could hide much longer…

…from you, anyway. Everyone else knew.

Which is why Nancy grinned and Eddie laughed into his beer when you found him at the party, a small get together with some old high school friends that had turned into someone bigger and messier as more people returned home to Hawkins for the holidays.

Steve had been watching you move around the room for a while, sandwiched between the sofa arm and Robin, gaze watching the way you hugged each old friend, your eyes bright with excitement, your touch warm and affectionate as you hugged everyone you’d missed.

Steve didn’t even really have time to feel jealous before you were leaning over the back of the couch, your chin on Steve’s shoulder, your perfume familiar and heart racing. You were grinning when you stole his beer bottle with light fingers, non pleased as you brought it to your lips to steal a swig, uncaring that it was borderline warm from the way Steve had nursed it all night.

You didn’t notice the way Jonathan snickered at Steve’s expression, the way Eddie smirked and Robin nudged Steve’s ribs with a bony elbow. You couldn’t see how the poor man had turned pink, face flushed and chest almost still as you leaned closer, your cheek almost touching his.

And then you turned into him, lips so close to his, your nose nudging his temple as the cheap wine you’d been drinking made you bolder, less caring of your audience.

“Hey, Steve?”

Steve didn’t dare turn his head with you this close. He didn’t need his friends to witness him short circuit. He knew you’d be close, closer than ever, close enough to count the fan of your lashes, the flecks of different colours in your eyes, the tiny silver scar on your chin that you got when you were six.

So he hummed instead, taking his beer back from your hand and downing a long drag. He could barely taste the bitterness of it over the leftover stain of your cherry lip balm. It’s like he’d forgotten how to breathe—

“I was wondering, if it’s not too much hassle,” your hand found his shoulder, warm and familiar and affection as it slipped over the front of his chest, playing with his collar. “If you’re still taking Robin home, could you drop me off on the way?”

Steve took too long to reply, the feeling of your small hand against his chest too much for him to comprehend and Eddie was sitting across from his, his grin absolutely wild and Robin’s heel was grinding down on top of his trainers, urging him to answer.

“I—”

“It’s just,” you went onto explain, taking his overwhelmed silence for apprehension, “I was supposed to crash at Jenny’s but she’s going home with Chris now and I don’t really wanna walk, y’know?”

Eddie butted in then, all cheek and charm and Steve wanted to throttle him. He was still grinning, too wide and knowing, and he knocked his boot against Steve’s shin. He tsked, frowning exaggeratedly. “Hey now,” he told you, “Harrington won’t have you walkin’ anywhere, isn’t that right Steve? He’d love to give you a ride.”

Robin almost spat her drink out, waving you away when you looked at her concerned, coughing furiously into her fist and Steve was done.

He gave in then and turned, silently thankful that you moved back just a little, your eyes warm as he met your gaze and you grinned at the sight of him, like you’d missed him as much as he had you.

Fuck, you were pretty. So, so pretty.

And Steve didn’t know what to do. So he did what he always done and played his part, that character that he had in his back pocket from high school, the one he’d learned to tone down just a little and use as a shield. So he rolled his eyes but it only made you grin wider because fucking hell, you could see right through him and Steve knew that.

It’s why you kept your hand on his chest, your arm draped over his shoulder, touching him like he belonged to you and god— he did, he did, he did.

“Yeah, uh, sure,” Steve pretended to consider it. “I can do that for you.”

You tilted your head at him, all quiet flirtation, coy and knowing and your fingertips ran up his chest and over the neckline of his shirt until you were touching bare skin- just for a second.

It was enough to make Steve’s brain buzz, full shutdown, engine screeching, loading screen frozen.

“For me?” You pouted.

You were still too close and your lips were glossy and Steve knew they tasted like cherry. All his friends were staring.

“Yeah,” he nodded, throat dry, eyes on your mouth and the way it curled into a smile. The act was over, his play pretend crumbling. He was too soft for you to try and keep it up for very long. “For you.”

And when you thanked him with a too quick press of your lips to his cheek and then disappeared into the crowd again, his friends waited all of six seconds before they exploded.

[neteyamslovrr]

CONGRATS ON 2K‼️ Ur da best and you deserve this and so much more!

Can I request prompt 48 (angst) with our husband Neteyam? Thanksssss and congratulations againnnn❤️❤️

STOOD UP

another one!! i am rolling these guys out. i had sm fun with this one. i love my angst AND the hubby neteyam

You were angry, you were livid. Fuming, steam blowing out of your ears as you huffed, pacing around the spot in the forest where Neteyam promised he would meet you.

He told you that he would be there just as the eclipse occurs, so you could watch it set, then go on an ikran flying date. It was what he said he would do. But what were you expecting, he had been flaking on you for weeks now.

Your paces were heavy, crushing the fallen leaves under your feet as you balled your hands into fists. Imagining hitting Neteyam over the head with them, for standing up to you once again.

Neteyam was flying his ikran as fast as the poor creature could soar. The moment he realised his training had lasted many moments too long he was on his feet, ready to take off. He had done this too many times, he tried so desperately to not get stuck into his training, but his father didn’t let up. Leaving you to sit by yourself, stewing in your rage as you waited for your boyfriend once again.

Landing below he saw your figure staring daggers into him. He in for it this time.

“Please let me explain, baby please.” He was already begging as you shook his desperate grip off you. He could feel the heat of your anger in your skin.

“I am so fucking upset with you right now, I don’t think you understand.” Your voice was harsh and cruel. Ready to scream out a verbal assault for all the fauna to hear.

“No, No I understand, I should have been here.” He was still clinging onto you praying that you were going to hurt his feelings too harshly.

“Do you Neteyam?” Your name was like venom off your tongue, usually you shortened his name affectionately. But no affection was in you today, you were mad.

“Please beautiful-” He was cut off but your annoyed sigh, trying to suppress a hiss that scratched at your throat.

“You understand that you promised me right? You can’t take back what you said. You promised that you wouldn’t stand me up again. And look where we are now.” Neteyam felt the guilt crush his heart, seeing the way you sucked your teeth to stop your sobs. The way your eyes shimmered because of the tears brimming them. He never wanted to make you feel like this.

“I don’t take it back baby. I’ll never do this again. I was caught up in training- a-and Father kept me back please, y’know I want to spend time with you.” He held tightly onto your hands, terrified you would walk away and never return to him.

“You can’t keep lying to me. I- I can’t handle the disappointment anymore.” Disappointment? It shattered him. He’d worked his entire life to never disappoint anyone, only to disappoint the one he cherishes most.

“No, no, no! I’m not lying…I’ll stop training, I’ll miss out on the hunts. Please.” You looked up to him, seeing the way tears flowed down his beautiful face. Placing a hand to his cheek wiping the tears you let out a shaky sigh. “We both know you can’t do that.”

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[frostyblustar]

Percico Week Day 1: Percy pining after Nico

Prompt from @percico-nicercy-events

Blue was Percy’s color. It seemed everyone agreed with the idea, and he was happy with it. However, maybe it was Nico’s color too.

That was Percy’s current thought process as he watched Nico emerge from his bedroom, in his hoodie, in his apartment.

Everyone was heading home after Percy’s birthday party, which had lasted well into the night, except himself and Nico. Nico had recently been evicted from his own apartment, and was now couch surfing. Upon hearing this news, Percy instantly offered his own dwelling. What friend wouldn’t?

Back to the hoodie, Percy wasn’t really sure why seeing Nico in clothing slightly too big for him affected him in such a way. Maybe it was how Nico played with the sleeves? Or how when Percy saw him, Nico instantly put the hood up like he was embarrassed?

Percy couldn’t help but want to reach out to pull it down, exposing the black locks of hair underneath that seemed to be getting longer every time they met. Not only that, but also revealing Nico’s face.

“You suit the hoodie well! I’ll make sure your clothes are clean for tomorrow. I really just didn’t want you sleeping in your day clothes y’know?” He smiled cheerfully, praying to the gods that his demeanor didn’t give away how in awe he was.

“Yeah uh, thank you. It’s comfortable. The hoodie, I mean.” Nico kept his head down, moving over to the couch just to almost comically fall sideways onto it. His legs hung over the armrest before he pulled them into his chest.

Percy snorted, but also couldn’t help but cringe at how firm he knew that couch was. It wouldn’t feel great to sleep on. “I should get you a bed.” He spoke quietly, he wasn’t even sure if Nico could hear his contemplation.

Nico picked up his head, looking up at Percy with almost comedic determination. “A couch will be fine.” Percy shook his head in disagreement.

“No, you deserve better than a couch. I don’t want your back to be hurting.” Struggling to think of a solution that would be currently available, his mind went to the only bed in the small apartment. “Why don’t you take my bed?”

He watched Nico sit up, he looked as if he was confused by even the idea of it. Was it really such a crazy idea? Worry seeped into Percy. It was becoming apparent that he liked Nico, to himself at least. But if Nico was upset at the mere thought of sleeping in a bed he had once occupied, then he would likely try to discard his affectionate thoughts to the deepest recesses of his mind.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable with that? Sharing a bed with a gay guy?” Percy almost felt like time stopped for a moment. Nico was getting the wrong idea. He was offering Nico the bed for himself and himself alone, Percy was going to take the couch. However, it felt more important to clarify something else first.

Realizing what he was about to admit, Percy took a breath. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I’ve been starting to think I’m bi actually, but don’t tell anyone else yet. Especially Jason, he’ll try to throw a coming out party for me like he did with Piper.”

Nico chuckled before getting up off the couch, “Let’s sleep in your bed then.”

Now, Percy found himself in the same bed as a sound asleep Nico, curled up on the right side of the bed, softly snoring the night away. He was barely visible in the darkness, but Percy took time to let his eyes adjust so he could gaze upon whom he realized was his crush.

Wow, misunderstandings in conversations weren’t always terrible.

If you want more from me, I have 2 currently finished (and decently long) Percico fics on my AO3 here. Thanks for reading!

[layer-10-love]

discimus tangendo -

aka, late light talks with your boyfriend.

(2k12 Leo x reader)

It’s a cold night.

In their sewers at least. It was already cold in New York since winter arrived, but due to the humidity of the sewers and other science jargon it was noticeably colder. Even with all the blankets piled on top of you, you still couldn’t stop the clattering of your teeth and stop your body from shivering.

You glanced at the sleeping terrapin next to you, snoring softly and keeping his distance. Despite you and him having been in a relationship for 6 months now, he was very adamant about respecting your boundaries and keeping a prudish attitude towards you. In a way, you found it adorable that he wanted to make you feel comfortable with him but you couldn’t help wanting him to be a bit more affectionate at times.

Despite the shivering cold, it didn’t seem to affect him to the same degree as you. Sure, he was cold as the rest of the turtles, but they had a better resistance than you and humans. When you had asked him why he wasn’t shivering his tits off, to which he scolded you for using vulgar language, he replied with a shrug and said that it felt more like a cool draft to him.

Turtles were aquatic creatures after all, and water is cold, right? Maybe they were naturally used to some cold to an extent? Or maybe their mutation allowed them to have better heating and cooling systems, but he wasn’t radiating any warmth. Shame, you were the heating pad instead of him.

“Leo?”

“…Yes? Y’know, you’re supposed to be sleeping. Donnie told me that humans need a certain amount of hours of sleep to be able-“

You let out a dramatic groan, scooting towards him and latching onto him. He tensed up for a few moments and his breath hitched as he not-so-sneakily glanced over his shoulder to meet your impish grin with a small and clumsy smile.

“As much as I love hearing your voice, it’s okay to shut up sometimes.”, you teased, tapping his cheek with a giggle.

“All I’m hearing is that you love my voice.”

“If I told you I loved silence would you shut that snout of yours?”

That seemed to get a small wheeze of laughter out of him; he flipped over to face you with a small pout.

“Why a snout?”

“Because you have one, duh!”

You took the opportunity of having him face to face with you to gently poke his snout. Or as he would like for you to say, nose.

“…that sounds like something Donnie would say. The rest of us don’t use “technical” words.” He seemed to be a bit upset over the topic;you simply hummed in response and cupped his cheeks with your hands, affectionately rubbing your thumb against his cheeks, earning you a soft churr of approval.

“Is this about you being a turtle?”

You took his silence as confirmation.

“Did you know that I love you?”

At your confession, he sputtered and glanced away, afraid to meet your eyes with his own. You smiled as his cheeks turned into that rose color you love.

“Ye-…yeah…I know.”

If you thought Donnie was the one who stuttered and crushed like a schoolgirl, you’d be right. But he wasn’t the only one.

Leo slithered his three fingered hand on your chest, softly kneading the soft flesh's warmth. You glide your hand from his cheek and down to his hand, awkwardly entwining your fingers together.

“You know,” you began as Leo groaned in false annoyance, “I now have a pet turtle.”

Leo crinkled his snout and squinted his eyes in confusion before blushing brightly and burying his face in your chest.

“…You’re cruel.”

“So I’ve been told.”

You run your fingers over his smooth head, drawing hearts and other shapes into him to soothe him. He churred softly in response, trying to stuffle his sounds of comfort in embarrassment.

“I like the sounds you make, Leo. Why not just let them happen?”

“Because then it means…well…I’m not exactly human.”

“Yeah?”

He scoffed.

“You know what I mean.”

“That you’re a turtle? I’d have to be pretty stupid to not notice until now. Maybe that’s something you should take up with Casey, he’s not the brightest tool in the shed.”

He looks away, eyes hooded over. You sigh.

“If I wanted a human for a boyfriend, I’d easily go for one, but I want you Leo.” You pause, letting your words sink in. “I don’t want anyone else. I love you. If you think I want a “normal” relationship, then don’t I already have it?”

“Plus,” you rambled, “I’ve got like a super strong ninja boyfriend who fights aliens and literal monsters who also loves me, and I love him.”

“…You mean it?”

“I mean it.”

Leo shifted in the bed to hold you in a more comfortable position, and you chuckled and clung to him the moment he got into position.

It’s a better night with you in his arms, he mused.

“So…do you have a tail like an actual turtle?”

“….You ruined the moment.”

[moralesmilesanhour]

lil' baby crush

summary: gwen pays miles a visit and gets him to go to one(1) college party. wc: ~1400 a/n: this isn't canon-compliant in that gwen is gay and miles is bisexual here. he's like the 'damn nobody want u fr' 'im sayin like!' image. enjoy!

Miles sighed and sunk down into his chair, the blue light from his laptop illuminating his face. He was currently the only one occupying the shared dorm room, working on an essay that wasn’t due until next month while his roommate was out doing…whatever he was doing. 

Partying, probably.

Despite what he’d often told his parents to explain his sudden disappearances, Miles didn’t really do parties. 

He’d had a taste of them in the form of school dances at Brooklyn Middle: you get there, maybe talk to your friends a little, then stand around trying to figure out how, when, and for how long to dance while the same ten songs rattle your eardrums. 

If he wanted to blast his ears with music for several hours straight, he figured that’s what his trusty bass-boosted headphones at home were for. No complex social ballet required. Even better, he could choose the playlist. 

But it sure made for some boring-ass Friday nights.

Miles got up and rolled his shoulders, fully prepared to go lie in bed for another hour, when he caught a familiar golden light flash across his window. He grinned to himself, wondering which member of what Hobie had affectionately called ‘the Spider-band’ had swung by for a visit.

Tap, tap, tap.

Gwen’s white mask appeared in the frame. She waved as Miles padded over to the window and pushed it open wide enough for her to climb through. Just as her muddy converses were about to touch the floor, he raised an eyebrow.

“Gwanda, you know better.”

“Right, forgot about that,” Gwen laughed, kicking them off. “Old habits, y’know?”

Miles shook his head and grinned.

“So, how’s the thing with MJ going?”

Gwen removed her mask, revealing shoulder-length blonde hair. It fell in choppy layers, and she had replaced the soft pink dye at the tips with a fiery orange.

"Well, it's…going."

Miles crossed his arms.

"Gwen…You did talk to her, right?"

"Y-yeah! I spoke to her," Gwen gnawed at her bottom lip before mumbling, "Once. On the subway."

"Absolutely tragic," he exclaimed dramatically as he fell back on his bed. "My best friend has absolutely no game!"

"Oh, you're one to talk! You think I forgot about 'the shoulder touch'?"

Miles sat straight up.

"I thought we agreed to never speak of that again."

"Just saying," Gwen hopped off of the window sill and sat at Miles' desk. "Enough about me, though. How's campus life? You get wasted at any parties yet?"

Miles shrugged.

"I got invited to one nearby that's supposed to be tonight, but I stayed back. No club meetings this week, either, so…"

Her eyes widened.

"So you're just sitting here?"

"I'm being productive," he corrected, pointing to his laptop. "See? I'm half-way done with that essay, I could probably turn it in a week early."

"Miles."

"What? I'm chilling, Gwen, seriously! Just me and my, uh…" Miles glanced at his bookshelf. "...crossword puzzles."

Gwen stood resolutely, already having made a decision in her head.

"Pick an outfit, we're going to that party."

"Whoah, whoah, wait, hold on–"

Miles hopped to his feet as she threw open his closet and began rummaging through it. 

"Since when do you wear sweater vests?"

She held up several hangers with sweater vests of various colors.

"I wanted to look distinguished…?"

"Nerd," she snorted. "Oh, this bomber jacket looks sick! Feel like going out with it?"

Miles laughed, "Something tells me I don't have much of a choice."

"Correct," Gwen smirked, tossing the jacket at him. "I’m gonna have to borrow one of these hoodies."

-

After a twenty-minute walk (Miles didn’t want to risk swinging), the two stopped in front of a run-down apartment building. Loud music and spinning lights from mini disco balls spilled out of the windows.

"This is it," Miles breathed. "If my first party sucks or gets raided by the cops, I'm never speaking to you again."

"Never know until you try," Gwen replied. "Shall we?"

The place was already packed. There was a lively beer pong game happening in the kitchen, while a pack of students were strung along the walls in the living room puffing clouds of marijuana smoke into the air. The group in the middle of the room, of course, was dancing. Or something that closely resembled dancing.

Miles glanced across the room, scanning the sea of swaying bodies when he noticed one lounging on the couch.

The figure was staring down into a red solo cup, a full head of blonde, ear-length dreads obscuring half of his face until he looked up. 

In a devastating miscalculation, Miles let himself stare a little longer until he realized that their eyes had met. He froze, as if the stranger’s dark eyes kept him in place.

Gwen followed his line of vision. She’d seen that look on Miles’ face before: once when they first met at Visions, and again when Hobie had invited them to a concert and she’d caught Miles ogling the bassist. 

She grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. 

"I'll be by the speakers. Go get 'em, tiger."

Despite his sneakers feeling like they were made of concrete, he took a step forward, then another, keeping his eyes on his target all the while. 

The other boy tilted his head in amusement. 

"Um," Miles began, "I-Is this spot taken?"

"Well, I'm sitting in it, so…"

Real smooth, Miles.

"No! I mean, like, next to you–"

The boy’s eyes became crescent moons as he burst into laughter.

"Relax, I know what you meant. Spot's free," he gestured towards the empty area on the couch to his right.

"O-oh, cool. Thanks," Miles laughed awkwardly. The couch sank beneath him when he sat down.

How the fuck do you flirt with dudes?

He could barely fumble his way through flirting with women, riding almost entirely on them finding his utter lack of game endearing. Now here he was, glancing back and forth between the stranger and a wall.

"Yo, you want a drink?" The boy asked, snapping Miles out of his thoughts. "You look like you need one."

He was probably right.

"Sure, I don't mind."

He rose to his feet, revealing more of his outfit: an oversized black tee layered over a white shirt, with a red kilt draped over a pair of dark wash jeans. A real Jaden Smith type, it seemed. But maybe Miles was into that. 

It wasn't long before he returned with a second solo cup, which he pushed into Miles' hand. 

"So," he asked with a grunt as he sat, "Why you not dancin'?"

Miles snorted, and shook his head.

"I don't dance. Was never too good at it."

"Ah, but is the point of dancing to be good at it?"

"Don't get philosophical with me now, I'm a STEM major," Miles grinned, then took a sip of whatever was in his cup. 

He tried his best to hide his disdain for the brown liquid, but the grimace on his face made it evident. "I didn't catch your name, by the way."

"Call me TJ."

"That's a cute name–I mean, a nice name," Miles winced at himself. "A very…normal name."

TJ laughed, revealing a gap-toothed smile that made Miles' chest swell. "Thanks. Yours?"

"Miles. Miles Morales."

"I think your name's cuter. Bonus points for alliteration."

Miles felt heat rushing up to his ears and cheeks. He hadn't had enough to drink for him to blame it on that. 

"So, why aren't you dancing?" He asked, changing the subject.

TJ shrugged. 

"I prefer to people-watch."

"Oh, so when you do it, it's 'people-watching'," Miles made air quotes with his fingers. "I see how you move."

"And yet here you are, talking to me anyway. No idea why you chose me to sit next to, by the way. It's hella empty seats."

Miles bit his lip. 

"I…didn't come over here just to find a seat, actually." 

TJ raised a bleached eyebrow. 

"So what did you come here for? Clearly not to get high, your pupils look normal."

Miles took a deep breath, his heartbeat louder in his ears than the music.

"You, um…You're…"

Holy shit, just say something!

"Do you like boys? I'm not asking for a friend."

Oh my god. Not like that.

TJ blinked, then a smirk began to spread across his face as he came to a realization. 

"Why, yes. Yes I do. You wanna get outta here? I know a place with actual food."

Miles let out a breathy laugh.

"You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that."

"I think I have some idea. You're sweating."

Before he could respond, Miles felt his phone vibrate in his jacket. It was Gwen.

-gwanda: finally!!

-gwanda: if u don’t get his number im gonna be so mad at u. be back by midnight!!

He rolled his eyes.

-miles: ok mom

Miles shut off his phone and rose to his feet, as TJ had already done. He took a deep breath.

“Shall we?”

[shanardo13]

Obikin College au - RA/Don! Obi-Wan/First Year! Anakin - Part Two

Okay guys, I already thought of more because I’m unhinged and insane and this has been on my brain all day 👹

Link to Part One

Link to Part Three

Whenever they party together, Anakin makes Obi-Wan go shot for shot with him. He wants to get him drunk because Obi-Wan is an affectionate cuddly drunk and Anakin wants those cuddles.

“Have I ever told you how good of a friend you are Anakin? I’m glad you spent your Friday’s bullying me in the lobby” Obi-Wan murmurs, arms around Anakin, nuzzling into his neck.

Anakin, playing with his hair. “Me too, Obi-Wan. Me too”

They all play drinking games together.

Never have I ever:

“Never have I ever done anything sexual in a public place.” Padmé offers and Obi-Wan takes a shot.

“OBI, YOU DOG!!!” Anakin shrieks. I’m not thinking about it, I’m not thinking about it.

“Never have I ever had a crush on somebody in the room.” Ahsoka glares challengingly at Anakin.

Anakin turns to the side and quickly does a shot. Thankfully Obi-Wan isn’t paying attention.

Truth or Dare:

“Anakin, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“What’s your ideal partner?” Curse his blasted friends, they knew what they were doing.

He basically describes Obi-Wan. Still oblivious, Obi-Wan doesn’t catch on.

“They sound like a dream!” Obi-Wan giggles and raises his cup as a toast.

“Oh, they are.” Anakin stares at him.

“Truth or Dare, Obi-Wan?”

“Dare.”

“Give the most attractive person in the room a kiss on the cheek.” 

No hesitation, Obi-Wan plants a sloppy and drunken kiss to Anakin’s cheek.

Anakin flushes a deep red. I’m okay. I’m not screaming. Everything is normal. Nothing to see here. Don’t even worry. I’m not sweating. Are you sweating? 

Spin the bottle:

Rex spins the bottle and it lands on Obi-Wan. Traitor! Traitor! Don’t even think about it!! Anakin’s mind screams.

But it’s part of the game, and so the two crawl forward to the centre of the circle and share a quick peck.

Anakin sits, pouting and glaring at Rex with his arms crossed over his chest. When the two pull away, Anakin makes eye contact with Rex and drags his index finger over his throat to mimic a beheading.

Padmé, watching Anakin nervously. “Okay, how about we play a different game?”

These events usually take place in Anakin’s room. Afterwards, Obi-Wan usually spends the night. The first time it happened, everyone had fallen asleep in his room, scattered in various positions on the floor while Obi-Wan and Anakin cozied up together on the bed.

After this, Anakin had a chat with his friends.

“Okay guys, next time we hang out, you have to leave at the end.”

“Why? You want to be alone with lover boy?” 

“As a matter of fact, yes.”

So this becomes the norm. One by one, his friends filter out after their hangouts, leaving Obi-Wan and Anakin alone.

“I can leave too, y’know?”

“No! It’s okay! I don’t mind if you stay!” For the love of God, please don’t go, I want desperately for you to do the spooning thing, I need it, please.

“Okay.”

More texts are shared:

Anakin: what r u doing?

Obi-Wan: just finishing a class hbu?

Anakin: oooh fun, learn anything good?

Anakin: I’m just studying in the library rn.

He doesn’t get a text back right away and it puts him on edge - it makes him worry Obi-Wan is upset with him.

But no less than ten minutes later, Obi-Wan shows up at the library with a coffee just how Anakin likes it and a strawberry danish - his favourite. Anakin is amazed, seeing as he only mentioned this once in a passing conversation. 

His group of friends often spend afternoons together, getting lunch after classes. Obi-Wan is invited and makes it when he can, but his schedule usually doesn’t align.

“When are you going to say something to him?”

“I don’t know guys, he doesn’t even like me. I’d rather keep going the way things are than face rejection. Ignorance is bliss and all that.” 

They all stare at him dumbfounded.

“What??”

“Anakin, anyone with eyes can see that he likes you.” 

“No he doesn’t! Stop!”

Okay, this is my update for now!! Again, I will update later! 

Lemme know if you have any thoughts! Thank you for reading

[whatthefishh]

Merry, Happy

AN: self indulgent fic of the week #2. This is part one of three little blurbs of what I think a friendship with the moon boys would look like during Ramadan (and if reader has an inevitable, obvious, unmistakable crush on them). In no way am I trying to misrepresent the boys from their original presentation of Jewish, and if I have in any way please let me know. This is mainly just focused on reader’s time during this month, not to take away from anything the boys do on their own.

Tagging some people who might be interested but this is a no pressure tag ❤️ @looneytooz @marc-spectors-wife @copingchaos @romanarose @xbellaxcarolinax @in-between-the-cafes @melodygatesauthor @360iris @annautumnsoul @minigirl87 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @kittyofalltrades @outlawsredemption

No warnings, just a very short fluff HC

Part I - Steven Grant x Muslim!reader ❤️

Steven and you have a little routine at work: you make meaningful eye contact across the gift shop floor, one of you raises your eyebrow and the other nods, signalling it was time to take your coffee break together

This usually consisted of him drinking one of his niche tea flavours that you’ve never heard of and you making your coffee with the machine in the break room

Then Ramadan came. Steven, of course, wished you, knowing about your religious views after having been work friends for so long

Not to mention the little crush he's been harbouring on you. And no, Steven doesn’t know you like him like that either because he thinks every time he catches you watching him it’s because he’s doing something wrong and you’re probably laughing at him

You came in to work that day with a sticky note on your locker with little drawings of the moon on it, and a hastily written note saying “Happy Ramadan” in his messy handwriting, and he made sure to tell you, too, when he saw you

His demeanour never failed to make you comfortable and happy around him. His soft nature easily coaxing smiles from you but this felt sweeter than any of those other times, your face heating up as you calmed your racing heart.

Nobody had ever gone out of their way to make you feel so seen in a workplace about your faith, and you were used to it. It was something you had come to accept a long time ago, but seeing your friend (whom you already had a hard time not fawning over) put in effort to make you feel celebrated made your heart melt. You had to hold back tears as you thanked him with a watery smile.

Steven unusually was missing during your coffee break that day, and the next, which was slightly disheartening after his sweet gestures but you told yourself he wasn’t your boyfriend and he didn’t have to report to you.

At first you assumed he just missed it because of Donna, or maybe he wasn’t in the next day, or maybe he got caught up overexplaining something to some curious kid who shoved garbage in the displays. Honestly, it could’ve very well been a lot of things. Regardless, you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

On the fourth day he missed your joined breaks, you hunted him down and found him sitting outside on the steps, drinking a tea he’d purchased from the cafe (not his preferred brand or flavour) and munching on a scone that, from the look on his face, wasn’t very good

“Steven? What… what are you doing out here?”

He almost choked on said scone

“Um, hi- uh. Thought I shouldn’t eat in front of you, since y’know… since you can’t eat ‘n all.”

The fact that Steven didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by eating in front of you so he sat outside in the chill March air, all by himself, made you melt. If possible, your crush on this adorable, dishevelled man grew even larger.

You then proceeded to yell at him (affectionately) to come inside before he caught a cold as he looked up at you sheepishly, muttering “alright, alright” while he dusted off his bum from where he was sitting

You vowed to bring him a box full of treats for Eid, and maybe a little extra gift depending on what you could find in East London for him

[silverbladexyz]

i never see anybody write for the flags and u do it so well😭😭 can i request how they'd ask you out pls??

Oh anon and I would like to ask YOU out for giving me such a lovely request 💗

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: Mentions of death

How the Flags would ask you out

Pianoman:

-This hot-fancy-suave-smooth-whimsy-fastidious-extra-fickle mafioso is actually kind of nervous at the thought of asking you out. He is a perfectionist, and he just can't think of the perfect way to ask you out

-And what was the perfect spot for a date? He knows he can’t make it too expensive and fancy, because then you would think that he was too desperate for you. And he can’t make it too simple as well, or else you’d think he was doing this just as a fling

-Literally is in internal conflict for the longest time ever. It became so obvious that even you noticed it. You never asked though, because frankly it may be intruding into his own privacy. Not to mention you had feelings for him and you didn’t want him to think you were weird

-After the longestttt time in internal conflict, it was Lippmann in the end who made him confess. While Pianoman is his leader, Lippmann is a smoother talker, and in the end he managed to convince this perfectionistic mafioso to ask you out

-So in the end, he decides to ask you to meet him at Old World alone on one of your free days. It was his free day as well and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was planning. Although you were a bit skeptical, you still decided to go. Who wouldn’t say no to being alone with their hot crush? I wouldn’t

-When you enter the bar and slide next to him with a smile on your face, Pianoman is feeling extra nervous. What if you rejected him? But he isn’t backing out because he hates the idea of making you come all the way here only for him to just talk with you

-He engages in small talk with you at the start, and it isn’t long before he starts incorporating jokes and funny things to make you laugh. You were having a great time, but you still wondered a little why he called you here in private

-It’s when the bar is quiet and you two are in comfortable silence is when Pianoman finally decides to drop the question. He’ll start with saying your name first, and when you turn to him, it’s when he prepares the short speech that he’s been thinking about all the time

-‘Y/N... ever since I’ve met you, I was attached to you. Your loveliness, charm and intellect is what brightens my day. Now, I can’t stop thinking about you. So to relieve me of the constant tightening of my chest and the butterflies in my stomach whenever I’m around you... would you like to go out with me sometime?’

-He says this calmly and professionally, but internally he is panicking. When you open your mouth to say your answer, Pianoman is silently tensed up and is hoping that you say yes

-When you say yes, he smiles and says ‘see you on Saturday night’. It’s after he walks away that all the anxiety and stress leaves him so quickly he almost collapsed from the feeling. Lippmann asked him to spill all the tea the next time the Flags were gathered together

Albatross:

-Oh boy... this chaotic menace is just going to act like he normally does. Which means that you can’t tell whether he’s being genuine or just being playful because he just uses the same tone of voice and body language every time he talks

-But once he has feelings for you... he’s going to be way more affectionate with you. Like initiating lots more physical contact, inviting you to a lot of hangouts with him, and even offers to give you your very own custom-made and custom-tailored vehicle to use for your missions and daily life

-I feel like he’d ask you out in a kind-of-casual but also not-too-casual setting. Sort of like a place where friends hang out but where lovers also confess, y’know? My best guess is in a bar or on a secluded rooftop

-When he asks you out he does it in the most casual way. It’s like a ‘hey, I really like you! Wanna go out with me sometime?” While you just sit there being confused and flustered because... the way he said it so casually sounded like he was just asking you to a friend’s hangout with him

-Luckily for Albatross, you knew that he was asking you out on a date and not on a hangout. And when you say yes, the biggest smile appears on his face and he tackles you into the biggest hug you’ll ever receive

Doc:

-Hmmm he will give a lot of mixed signals

-When Doc had feelings for you, he was in denial for the longest time for sure. He didn’t understand why his chest was tight around you, or why his heart raced so much whenever you talked to him. This caused him to be curt when he didn’t want to be, and it was evident to the rest of the Flags that Doc felt something towards you

-It went on for a while until the others confronted him about it. And after some help from Lippmann, he found out that he apparently had feelings for you. Great.

-More denial + more confusion for several more weeks, but I feel like he’ll come to terms with his emotions after a while finally

-It will be simple when he asks you out. Probably while he’s treating you in the infirmary or when he’s all alone with you. He actually confesses pretty straightforwardly and asks you to go out with him, and you can actually see the nervousness in him

-When you say yes though... the rest of the Flags are all going to breathe a sigh of relief because they do not want to deal with a heartbroken Doc (trust me you wouldn’t want to either)

Iceman:

-Probably another clueless one, but unlike Doc, he’s quick to ask for help on why he was feeling this particular way when he’s around you

-The rest of the Flags can’t believe it. The cold-blooded and cool Iceman actually has feelings for someone?! Albatross couldn’t stop talking about it until Iceman threatened him with a pool stick if he wouldn’t shut up

-Okay but even though he’s still his own self when he likes you, if you observe him closely you’ll see that he treats you differently than anybody else. Like helping you carry all your stuff, listening to you talk for as long as you want, and just wants to help you all the time

-It’s a long time before the rest of the Flags start encouraging him to ask you out. You see, I feel like Iceman is the type to let you confess to him, because he doesn’t know if you reciprocate his feelings for you. Plus he doesn’t want to pressure you to make a decision and feel bad afterwards if you reject him

-In a last attempt to get him to ask you out, Pianoman uses his position as the leader of the Flags to order him to confess. You know things get desperate when even Pianoman has to use his rank to order the Flags to do something

-So Iceman actually does do that, but he takes so damn long to drop the actual question. He takes you out on a lovely walk, where there’s nobody and the scenery is beautiful and it’s a perfect day for lovers to spend time with each other. You enjoy this, but you wonder why he was doing this for you

-It’s after a few hours when he finally asks you out. You were a bit surprised, but you gladly accepted with a smile. The Flags took a few pictures in the distance and Pianoman was smiling in relief when he saw that Iceman finally did it

Lippmann:

-Another hot-fancy-suave-smooth-whimsy-fastidious-extra-fickle mafioso, but he’s a bit more charming and less extra okay I lied he’s as extra as Pianoman lmao sorry

-He’s actually not that dense when it comes to feelings? I mean he must’ve acted in a lot of romance movies because he’s too pretty so he should know the ‘tell-tale’ signs of a crush

-But when he falls for you though... he’s not going to be that obvious about it. Meaning that he’s just going to be his normal self around you and hide his feelings. And he’s so damn good at it because he’s a top-class actor, so nobody really suspects anything

-Expect him to flirt with you and drop some pickup lines and elegant quotes under the guise of ‘practicing his script’, but sometimes you wonder if he’s doing it because he likes you he does

-Okay but his pickup lines and elegant quotes about your attractiveness are so well done and smooth that they make you blush a bit sometimes. Your blush just fuels Lippmann’s confidence damn that pretty bastard

-When he decides to confess to you... he’s going to make it extra fancy. Take you to somewhere elegant but fun to set the mood. Like a masquerade ball! Then after dancing and socialising with everyone, he takes you to the balcony under the guise of ‘getting some fresh air’

-You were gazing at the pretty sight, smiling, and that’s when Lippmann decides to drop the question. But you bet that he’s going to add in a long, cheesy, fancy and elegant quote about how he loved you since the day you met and how you managed to capture his heart because of your attractiveness. Then he finally asks you out

-You were blushing so much by the end of it, but when you say yes, that’s when Lippmann smiles and gives you a small kiss and he’s damn good at it

I’m so so so so SO sorry that this took over a month oh my gosh 😭

@pixyys @pianotross @angolicious @chuuyas-beloved @sariel626 @nekokinax @xxelfmamaxx @yuugen-benni @lakeside-paradise @yukitomybeloved @voyagewiththesatan @arisu-chan4646 @catzlivedforbsd @irethepotato

[a-problematic-writer]

Quick fire controversial takes to stir the pot (affectionately, I am not actually trying to start drama I just wanna throw out some random takes I have) 💚💚💚

Petra’s a bisexual. 100%. Like… look at them. That’s a bisexy if I’ve ever seen one.

This one’s less controversial but Petra’s a she/they. I don’t make the rules. Her and Aiden swap clothes a lot, fight me about it 💚💚💚

I prefer Lukrose (Lukas/Cassie Rose) to Aidrose! This actually came about because Aiden/Cassie Rose is actually not a new ship!! It’s been popular for quite some time! And it annoyed me and my friends to NO END (affectionately!) because Aidrose and Lukesse were the big contenders and we liked Aidesse. So we made a funny where Aidrose and Lukesse went on a blind double date and ended up becoming Aidesse and Lukrose. I’ll have to clean up that fic sometime haha!

Axden rules, actually, y’all are just mean. SO DOES LUXEL (Lukas/Axel)

I don’t like Soren 😭 He’s slimy and icky to me. Please, by all means, if you do please keep loving him wholeheartedly. I’m just unfortunately a hater.

In that vein, ivorren I agree was a thing. However, it is toxic yaoi to me. Ivor’s happier with Harper. We love a bi king and his bi queen.

LUKTRA SLAYS YOU GUYS NEED TO STOP SLEEPING ON THEM; I’LL START WAVING THEIR FLAG SO HARD JUST GIVE ME A REASON.

Axel and Maya would be SUCH a goated BROTP like she’s the vicious teacup chihuahua to his scary biker dude, y’know? If you get me, I love you. If you don’t, I’m sorry 😭

Jetra (M!Jesse/Petra) and Lukesse (F!Jesse/Lukas) slay so hard I need more content.

I don’t like Male Jesse 😭😭😭 there’s like legit no reason he’s fine but I can only see Remi Ratatouille when he speaks and I just don’t like him [m!Jesse], personally. There ARE exceptions of course! I love fan M!Jesse’s 🥰🥰🥰 but in the long run: Fem!Jesse is Best Jesse 🫶🫶🫶

No, this does NOT mean I like Cat Taber (Zionist L). I actually prefer fan voice claims better! Please, if you have any, send them my way omg…

Aidetra (Aiden/Petra) is so good I would like to dine on it everyday

STOP MAKING AIDEN THE VILLAIN YOU COWARDS. Lukas deserves to be one too 💚💚💚

THROUPLE ADMINS IS GOATED

This isn’t controversial but Stella TOTALLY used to hang out with the Ocelots and always had a big crush on Petra. Fight me. I think she and Aiden also dated briefly but that’s neither here nor there.

Dewey likes Aiden. Lukas is gonna die about it some day.

I think Aiden and Lukas being exes is just subtext at this point, not even a headcanon. They WERE TOGETHER, THEY DID BREAKUP.

No one in this game is canonically related. Ship who you want. This is coming from someone who’s a staunch believer in Aiden and Maya as siblings.

I actually don’t mind Jesse x Jesse. NOW AS A DISCLAIMER NOT IN THE SELFCEST WAY. I just mean like a lot of the time, I use Jesse variations to build up a sort of OC?? So like I see no reason they can’t be shipped together 😭😭😭

AIDESSE IS THE BEST SHIP EVER U CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE ITS GOT EVERYTHING. IT CAN BE SO MUCH ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS BELIEVE.

[stardewsnail]

Harvey SFW Alphabet

SFW Alphabet requests are CLOSED

Bold  = complete

Italicized = available

crossed out = in progress

Remaining: Y, Z, X, W, V, T, S, Q, O, N, G, F, B

Snail’s Directory 

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Harvey loves to cuddle, but not while sleeping. His favorite way is to hold his partner while they watch a movie or a show—sharing a blanket and some snacks and just being close and spending time together.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Harvey wants to settle down so badly. Literally chomping at the bit for domesticity. He wants to be a husband, he wants to be a father, he wants to take care of a partner through sickness and in health. Look at him, he’s simply spouse shaped

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Harvey would be very gentle but honestly it’s only the fact that, as a doctor,  he has good bedside manner. Even so—he’s almost certainly going to cry even if he’s the one doing the dumping. (All I can imagine is a very somber tone and prepared speech but tears are streaming down his face)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)Harvey loves loves loves hugs. He will wrap his arms over his partner’s and just lean, pulling them close. Will crush you if you let him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?

Harvey has every intention of holding off and really waiting until he’s sure, but c’mon, he’s sure. It just slips out while you’re helping around the clinic or hanging out on the couch watching a detective show (Harvey loves Monk and Columbo). It’s just quiet and simply true and he blushes at the admission and buries his face in the crook of his partner’s neck. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Harvey does get a little jealous from time to time. It’s nothing extreme, he’s not going to start a fight or anything but he might mention it. Mostly he’ll just seek extra reassurance and move on–he trusts his partner. 

Jealous Bachelors

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Harvey always takes off his glasses or pushes them up when he kisses his partner. It’s so fast and fluid it’s like a magic trick. He likes to be kissed on his neck. On his partner he loves to kiss their forehead—he’s a tall guy so there’s usually a height difference. Loves to do the hug and forehead kiss combo.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Harvey became a doctor because he’s a nurturing person. He loves kids, although he’s awkward with them. Prime dorky dad material, jokes and all. He’s terrified of having kids but excited about the prospect nonetheless. He’d be a good dad.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Harvey’s up early right along with his farmer partner—he’s got a clinic to run. He and his partner have a seamless routine of getting ready together in the morning, mostly without even speaking.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open  (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say  everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This man has endless patience until you keep getting wrecked in the mines. Genuinely aside from his nerves I think that’s the only time he’d really let you have it. He isn’t angry per se, just very worried and upset that you don’t seem to care enough about your well being. 

Q = Quizzes  (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little  detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Harvey has two favorite moments. The first is more obvious—the hot air balloon. The second moment  is smaller and softer—they had identified his new model plane before he had even begun to explain. When he pressed they admitted they’d been reading up on the hobby so they could talk about it with Harvey. He cried. He’s a big crier.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Harvey sleeps like an old man. You’re lucky if he makes it past 8:30. King of “just resting his eyes” on the couch.

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 98 - mowing the lawn

Glad that at least Tim and Martin are kind of alright together.

Elias wanting Martin to continue reading statements really is super suspicious for the BackupArchivist!Martin theory.

MARTIN "He did suggest I try to get you involved and –" - God, my boss is like this and I hate it… Pushing the task of telling my colleagues what to do onto me. It's not my job to do that, I don't even think it's my place to do that. But if I don't, the work gets stuck on me…

TIM [Sigh] "Look, have you talked to Jon about them?" - Aw, that's so cute. I'm sure at this point Tim totally knows about Martin's crush. Must have happened some time after he thought Jon's seeing Basira?

TIM [Grunts] "Kind of. We tried to talk, but he, he reached for that – Ah, he, he wanted to turn on his recorder. I freaked out a bit" - Also good to see that Jon and Tim at least tried to talk. Wonder why Jon wanted to turn on the tape recorder though…

MARTIN "Yeah, we talked. Not long, he – Y’know, I think he thinks that the distance keeps us safe, you know? Like, like, if he just makes sure that we’re not involved, we’re somehow fine." TIM "He’s an idiot. Look, we didn’t know what that door was, and it still trapped us. Ignorance isn’t going to save anyone." - I mean, Jon is a bit of an idiot [affectionately]. But I don't think that's what Tim meant here?

MARTIN "No, I mean, you’re right, I guess. He was… Y’know, we know about Sasha now, and… he said he doesn’t want to lose anyone else. Like, y’know, it’s his fault." TIM "Isn’t it?" MARTIN "No! No, it isn’t! I mean, you heard Elias… We never really stood a chance." TIM "Yeah. Maybe. But Elias wasn’t actually the one who offered me the job down here." - OFFERED! And YOU TOOK IT. This is a really unhealthy mindset, constantly blaming others, especially for things that are just so out of everybody's hands. I know, Tim's mental health is too far gone at that point to realize this and Jon is an easy target since he was actually very guilty of stalking Tim.

MARTIN "No, I – Sure." - Martin realized there is no possible way of convincing Tim otherwise even when providing him with objective information. Tim has a certain mindset and won't deviate from this so easily. This is also why the deficit model for science communication won't work for a lot of people. The problem roots in cognition.

Hehehe Martin talking to tape recorders as if they are pets xD Does this also count as part of Web!Martin?

"It was an oilskin packet of documents, supposedly from the log-books of Franklin’s lost ship, the HMS Terror." - OMG how have I never noticed this until now (I mean, I know why, because it's an old-ass statement and I always have a hard time following them). By that I mean the mention of the HMS Terror.

"It was a German tome titled Die Nachtstücke" - Almost, Alex. ST in German is pronounced SHT. But he managed the CH and Ü, so props to him.

"and contained several morbid tales by a man named Hoffman." - God, I almost didn't recognize the name. Nobody here just says "Hoffman", it's always E.T.A. Hoffman. I never read any of his works, though someone in my class did a presentation of Das Fräulein von Scuderi. The Cardillac Syndrom described in it always spoke to me (just not to THAT extent xD)

"Far from the comforting friend of children he is so often portrayed as, he was rendered as quite the monster." - tbh, a lot those old German folk or fairytales (for children) were quite brutal and scary. I knew of the Sandman as both as a kid, of this benevolent little being as well as the one punishing kids with their sand until their eyes bled. Thought it was cool.

MARTIN "I wish Jon kept better organised notes because I know he’s mentioned someone called Maxwell Rayner, but I cannot find much in the way of any info –" - I love how both of them complain about the other one's working style xD Interesting, that we now got the information that Rayner seems to be old af.

Hm, is it a coincidence that Martin and Melanie talking about recording statements when he just did one of the Dark and Melanie also did one of the Dark?

MELANIE "Al-Although I was just going to have a talk with Elias, so, uh, maybe I can convince him to cut you some slack." - That's very nice of Melanie. Though I believe she thought they would be rid of Elias in about an hour XD

MELANIE "Right. Fair. Listen, you really look like you could use a drink. Um, me and Basira were just about to pop out. So… do you want to join us?" - Also very nice of her. Glad to see that the archival team sticks a bit more together here.

ELIAS [Chuckles slightly] "I don’t know everything, Melanie. Do you know how exhausting that would be?" - Slight nod to the state he'll be in after the Change? Or how much it's also gonna be a strain on Jon.

ELIAS "Let’s have no more clumsy assassination attempts, alright?" - So, is he alright with not-clumsy assassination attempts? XD

All the Archival assistants are going through a hard time this season. Melanie especially in this episode.

[esta-elavaris]

Ch. 5 -- Groves! Okay, his expanded role was a combo of my adoration for Cullen from Dragon Age (voiced by the same actor - so it’s a shame he’s, uh, a wee bit unhinged irl) and the fact that I needed to populate Port Royal to make it feel real rather than just something to get through ‘til Jack turned up. What I do like about the glimpses we get of his character in the movies is that he’s pretty light-hearted, and he’s funny. That meant he’d get along with Theo well.

I did worry, especially after the dinner party in later chapters, that the chemistry between him and Theo was too good and risked overshadowing that which was steadily building between her and James, which was a slower burn rather than instant banter, just because James is more surly and reserved. I really didn’t want to do a love triangle, but in the early chapters it felt like it was almost on the verge of going that way of its own accord bc they just gelled so well. I do think Groves at least had a bit of a crush on her in the very early days, before he saw the signs of her and James falling for one another, at which point he’d close off his mind to any possibility there.

That was why I had them have that very frank conversation on The Dauntless after James’ and Elizabeth’s betrothal. It just comes from different approaches to marriage. From a historical perspective (and therefore Groves’, to some extent, albeit only in the early days, because her love for James and the fact that it was reciprocated put an end to any potential in Groves’ mind) they would be a good match. They get along well, they’d be able to work together and collaborate with raising kids and they probably would be able to eventually build love from there. It’d be a decent partnership. But it just wasn’t what she and James had, and Groves deserves a woman who could give him that - and one who he could give that, no less. Theo knows that, Groves knows that. We stan a man who knows his own worth. So it ends up just becoming a solid, very affectionate friendship.

I think if I did go down the route of having it be more, even if mostly one-sided from Groves POV, it would’ve been too much like the Elizabeth/Will/James thing that goes on in the canon, only it would be Theo/James/Groves filling those roles. I also think Theo just didn’t have enough interest in courting/romance to “settle” for somebody she wasn’t absolutely head over heels for, just for the sake of having a partner. She’d need to be madly in love to even consider giving up her strict independence anyway, and it would be too Mary Sue-esque if Groves spent the story pining for her. 

I did briefly consider having a Hattie/Groves subplot later on, starting from when they all have that sit-down in the AWE portion of the story, but it felt too unrealistic, Hattie came off as too young (maybe not for the time period but y’know), and I didn’t want to go down the route of “every single character must be paired up at the end”. I also didn’t want to sacrifice pacing and add a whole bunch of extra words and chapters for it. 

[meliaaizawa]

STUFFIE

Mei surprisingly receives a gift.

“Class is dismissed, enjoy your lunch,” Ushiwaka-sensei announced at the end of his lecture. “Thank goodness, I’m starving,” Mei groaned as they all packed up their books from the period. “Same here, yo!!” Hizashi concurred, standing up from his seat with his books in hand. “Shota, would you care to join us for lunch?” Oboro asked their buddy sitting in the midst of them. He noticed Mei looking at him, as if curious to what his answer would be. “Why not?” he answered with a shrug, realizing that Mei would be there as well. Over the course of their past year at UA, Shota had grown accustomed to his three classmates… to the point that he considered them to be friends. Never in a million years did he expect to become so acquainted with such a colorful cast of characters, yet here he was…

Yamada was loud… oftentimes TOO loud, but he was passionate about his interests and his friends. Shirakumo was outgoing and kind. Not quite as loud as Yamada, but more so passionate about his friends. He would do anything for them at the drop of a hat. Amiyagi was much quieter and perhaps even kinder, but in her own way. While Yamada and Shirakumo wore their hearts on their sleeves, Amiyagi showed it in a more subtle way. She did more for those 3 boys than they realized, though Aizawa was probably the most aware of her actions. She was the easiest for him to be around, and her presence during their little gatherings guaranteed at least a small peace of mind.

“It’s looking like a rooftop lunch kinda day!” Oboro said as the four dumbigos walked down the bright hallway, lit up by the afternoon sun shining in through the large glass windows. “I’m down!” Mei said in agreement. They each swapped their books for their lunchboxes and headed up their secret stairwell to the rooftop, a place that had become a space of refuge while at school. The four friends sat down on the floor (roof?) and took out their bento boxes. “Hold up, since when did you two have matching bento boxes?” Hizashi asked, pointing at Mei’s and Obo’s baby blue bento boxes.

“Since this past weekend… aren’t we so cute??” Mei asked, putting an arm around Obo and smiling cutely as he did the same. “You two are like one of the grossly affectionate couples that I hate to be around in public,” Shota replied, deadpan. Obo laughed. “Trust me, if we were actually a couple, Mei would be too afraid to be around me in public like this! She’s shy when it comes to PDA… at least with her crushes,” he explained. “Not that I’ve ever been in a relationship, but I feel like if I were to be in one, the most I’d get away with would probably be holding hands or something small like that,” Mei said.

“Brooo, if I were in a relationship, I’d be all over my girl!!! If she’s mine, I’d want the whole world to know!!!” Hizashi chimed in. “Remind me to never run into you and your future girlfriend in public,” Mei said with a face of mock disgust, causing Shota to smirk. “I think if I had a girlfriend, I’d want her to only have eyes for me… so I wouldn’t mind her wrapping her arm around my waist or kissing me every so often while we’re walking in public. It’d be a nice reminder that she loves me,” Obo said, blushing at the thought of it. “She can remind you in private,” Shota commented, furrowing his brow at Oboro’s thought.

“Y’know what? I think Shota would be super affectionate with his girlfriend in private. I bet he’s a cuddler,” Hizashi theorized as he took another bite of his food. “Oooo, Mei’s totally a cuddler, too!” Obo added, causing Mei’s face to turn pink at the comparison they were making. “Please! What makes you think I’m a cuddler?? I’ve never had a boyfriend!!” Mei defended herself. “Perhaps not, but it’s no secret that you love being cozy and cuddly!! I mean, you still sleep with a stuffed animal in your arms because you love that cuddly feeling!!” Obo said with a shrug, which caused Mei’s face to turn a bright red at the embarrassment.

“But that part WAS a secret!!” she said, her eyes also blazing as she looked to her best friend. *Great, now they probably think I’m a baby now that they know I still sleep with stuffed animals* Mei thought to herself as she didn’t look over the two other boys in question. “You sleep with a stuffed animal?? That’s so cute!!! Mei is 100% a cuddler!!!” Hizashi cried. Mei continued to blush. “It’s hardly cute!!! I’m literally in high school and now you probably think I’m a baby!!” Mei said, looking down at her bento box. “Sleeping with a stuffed animal just makes me feel… safe… I don’t know,” she said, still embarrassed.

“Speaking of safe!! Did you see that newscast of what All Might did in Tokyo yesterday??” Obo asked, suddenly changing the subject, which was quite regular with his attention span. Hizashi joined in without hesitation, and the two began to have an animated discussion about All Might. Meanwhile, Mei quietly finished up her lunch while Shota observed, thinking of some way to make her feel less embarrassed as he secretly still owned one of his childhood stuffed animals himself. Once he got home that evening, he fished for it in the depths of his closet and managed to find it.He looked down at the yellow stuffed cat he held in his hands. *Tch, makes her feel safe?* he thought to himself, knowing that’s the same reason he hugged a pillow in his arms while sleeping. After giving it a lot more thought, he shoved the stuffed cat into his backpack before going about his business.

The following day, Shota managed to sneak the stuffed cat into Mei’s locker in between classes. Mei was surprised to open her locker before lunch to find it sitting there on top of her books. She managed to shove it out of sight in her backpack, then grabbed the books she needed for the afternoon. *It smells like Shota* she thought to herself, knowing her friend’s scent all too well. If she thought the stuffie came from anyone other than Sho, she would’ve viewed it as a ploy to mock her for sleeping with stuffies. However, in her mind, Shota could never be that cruel.

Thought continued to swim through her mind during the afternoon classes. *Perhaps Sho noticed how embarrassed I was yesterday and stuck the stuffie in my locker as a way to reassure me… He wouldn’t defend me out loud, so maybe this was his very Shota-way of doing so* she thought to herself. As classes came to an end, the students headed to the locker rooms as they always did and packed up their stuff for the evening. “Hey, Sho!” Mei called out, noticing her friend was about to leave without her. She figured he was trying to escape, but she wanted to confirm it was him that left the stuffie in her locker.

She caught up with him and the pair walked together down the route they took every day to get home. “The stuffie was from you, wasn’t it?” Mei asked a good way into their walk. “I got what you were trying to say, so thanks,” she said, blushing smally. She heard Sho reply with a sigh. As they walked, she pulled it out of her backpack and inspected it closer. “Um, but it looks like an important childhood toy though, did you want it back?” she asked, noticing the wear and age of the stuffed cat. “Tch, I’m not a child anymore,” he scoffed. Again, Mei didn’t view his comment as mockery… Shota wasn’t so cruel.

“Well, I’m totally still a child, which is why I’m definitely going to sleep with this yellow cat stuffie every night from here on out,” Mei said sarcastically, hugging the stuffie in her arms. “And like the child I am, I’m going to tell Hizashi and Obo how secretly nice you are,” she added, causing him to look over at her. “Don’t you dare,” he growled, though his worries disappeared as he looked at her and saw her chuckling. “You know I’d never do that, I’m not that cruel,” she said, answering his look with a grin. “In fact, I don’t even remember who gave me this stuffie now,” she added as she held up the cat and inspected it.

“Whoever it was doesn’t care about you too much, it’s clearly a worn-out piece of trash,” he said, pointing out a tear in the seam, where some of the stuffing was coming out. “You know what? You’re so right… Well, it’s a good thing I don’t care about them too much either. This’ll probably go in the trash and I’ll never think about it again,” Mei said, her words filled with sarcasm as she slipped the stuffie back into her backpack and smiled to herself.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Could you do an imagine where the reader uses she/her pronouns and gets outed for being gay? I am curious to see how the gang would react. Also only do this if you are ok with it.

Outed

A/N: This one, it was close to my heart <3 thank you so much for requesting, I really hope you like this Anon

Y/N sat silently on the couch in the Curtis’ living room, eyes cast downward to avoid the faces of the boys. She tucked her feet under her, mindful of the eyes on her. Darry was in his chair, Johnny and Pony sitting on the floor. Dally was standing in the doorway to the dining room with Two-Bit at his side and Sodapop and Steve were hovering in the hallway.

“Glory, doll,” Dally said, breaking the heavy silence hanging over the room as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “I guessed that you were, y’know, I mean, ya never seemed interested in any of the guys around here but-,.”

“You can say it,” Y/N said, raising her eyes to glance at the hood. “I’m gay.”

The silence returned. It hurt them, all the boys, to see Y/N sitting on the couch like she was, all drawn in with tears in her eyes. They all had their hunches about Y/N’s sexuality, but none of them wanted to get confirmation this way. It wasn’t right for that Soc girl to call her out like she did, especially not in front of everyone.

Y/N drew in a slow breath and wiped at her cheeks as she straightened her posture. “Look, I’d understand if you guys don’t want to be friends with me anymore. I’m sorry for dragging you all into this by coming here, but I didn’t know where else to go. So if we’re done, if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore, just tell me and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Soda interjected. He quickly moved to Y/N’s side, dropping down on the couch next to her and throwing his arm over her shoulders. “You bein’ gay has nothin’ to do with us still bein’ friends with you, honey. We don’t care about it, do we boys?”

The others sounded their agreement, agreeing that the newfound information on Y/N hadn’t changed the way they all felt about her.

“Y/N,” Darry said, standing and moving to sit on the coffee table in front of her. He reached for her hands, wrapping them in his wide palms. “You’re still family, baby, you’re still one of us. It doesn’t matter that you’re gay, we love you no matter what. Doesn’t matter what that Soc said.”

“Besides!” Two-Bit chimed in, pushing off the wall and perching on the arm of the couch. “Now that we know, you can talk about girls with us!”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him, the grin on the hood’s face was infectious and he knew it. “Thanks Two,” she said, pulling one hand out of Darry’s so she could wipe at the tears on her cheeks. She gave the rest of the boys a smile “Thanks guys.”

Two-Bit ruffled her hair affectionately. “Anytime kiddo.”

“Group hug,” Sodapop declared, pulling Y/N into a bone-crushing hug as he smashed his cheek against the side of her face. Two-Bit was quick to join in and Steve ambled towards the group, ushering Ponyboy and Johnny to move closer. Darry rolled his eyes fondly but tossed an arm around all of them.

“C’mon, Dal,” Sodapop coaxed. “Get over here.”

Letting out a dramatic sigh, Dally walked over, mussing Johnny’s greased hair before tossing his arms around them and giving Y/N’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

[fruitcoops]

Hi Eve! firstly love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could write a part 3 to the falling through the ice fic maybe with more comfort and cuddles and just lingering anxiety about loops being too cold and cap just constantly hugging him because " i've gotta keep you warm mon loup" and loops just melting? thanks!

Parts one and two linked here for anyone who's not caught up! Thanks for your patience on this one, y'all--it's been a hell of a week, so here's some fluff to round it out. Combined with an ask for Lyall being a little starstruck in reference to the most recent headcanon list. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for mentioned past injury

Hushed voices floated from the living room as Sirius unloaded the dishwasher, wincing whenever a too-hot glass singed his fingertips. His skin was still recovering from the prior day’s pond fiasco—anything much warmer than room temperature made his nerves tingle uncomfortably. Perhaps taking his gloves off to get a better grip on his stick when he pulled Remus out had been a bad idea.

“—just Sirius, dad,” Remus said from the other side of the wall with no small amount of exasperation, louder than he had been before. “What, you think it’s weird?”

Sirius froze with his arm halfway to the cupboard. Weird. Lyall Lupin, the father of the love of his life, thought his relationship with Remus was weird. He set the plate down on the counter with utmost care, straining his ears to hear more as his pulse picked up.

“Oh, come on,” Lyall scoffed. There was a light thwap, followed by Remus’ quiet snickering. “You know I don’t think that.”

“Then why are you being so awkward about this?” There was laughter in Remus’ voice; a good sign, in Sirius’ book. If Lyall had a problem with them being together, Remus’ tone certainly wouldn’t be so light. He took a small step toward the door.

“I’m not being awkward!”

“You are!”

“Shh.” There was a pause before Lyall said something too quiet for Sirius to hear. He scrunched his nose and edged even closer.

Remus snorted, though he kept his voice low. “What, you want me to ask for his autograph or something?”

“Alright, smartass, laugh it up,” Lyall grumbled with another affectionate swatting sound. “Making fun of your dear old dad like you didn’t do the exact same thing.”

“I just think it’s funny you have an even bigger crush on him than I did.”

“I do not!” Sirius smiled to himself as he rolled the clean glass between his hands. “It just takes me by surprise to see the captain of the Gryffindor Lions taking a nap on my couch.”

So it was about me, he thought, feeling his face heat with mild embarrassment and no small amount of pride. Hope and Lyall had done nothing but make him feel welcome in their home, though it had to be a pretty abrupt change for them. They didn’t have the same timeline as he and Remus did, after all.

“Would it make you feel better if he took a nap in my bedroom, instead?” Remus asked with an audible grin.

“Oh my—” Lyall huffed. “You just can’t cut me a break on this one, can you?”

“I’m just giving you grief, don’t worry,” Remus assured him. Sirius abandoned the dishes entirely to tiptoe right up to the corner of the wall for prime eavesdropping. “To be honest, I bet he hasn’t even noticed.”

“Noticed what?”

“That you two are still, y’know, starstruck.”

“He can probably hear us right now. The walls in this damn house are like parchment paper.”

“You’ve been saying that since I was six.”

“And it’s still true.”

Sirius stifled a laugh, keeping his ear near the open doorway. They worked in silence, save for the sounds of whatever football game Lyall had put on for background noise. “He really likes you,” Remus said after a minute or two.

“Who, Sirius?”

“Yeah.” Shut up, Sirius thought fervently. He wondered if there was a way he could quickly end their conversation before Remus spilled all his secrets without giving away that he had been listening, but the little fucker kept on talking before an answer sprang to mind. “He thinks you’re cool. Don’t know where he got that idea from, but—”

“You should never have aged past eight,” Lyall mused as Remus laughed under his breath. “You were a cute kid. It all went downhill from there.”

“Seriously, dad, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Lyall sighed as one of the teams scored a touchdown and the crowd nearly covered their conversation with applause. “I just don’t want to embarrass you.”

“What?” Remus’ voice had lost its teasing edge and gone soft; Sirius bit his lip against a smile as he scooted closer. “You’d never embarrass me.”

“He’s a celebrity, Re. I have his damn jersey in my closet. Eighteen months ago we weren’t anything but fans in a crowd.” He paused, and a shuffling sound muffled his next words. “I know it’s stupid, but it still feels unreal sometimes that the Sirius Black is just…here. He’s in my janky little house and he’s having breakfast with us and he’s kissing my son and I don’t know what the hell to say. There are a thousand cooler people who can talk about more interesting things with the greatest hockey player of your generation, and he’s stuck sitting next to your dad.”

“My dad is the best person I can think of to talk with my boyfriend,” Remus said firmly, still keeping his voice low. “My dad doesn’t ask about his stats, or the next game, or make him feel like he has to keep on being the captain when he just wants to eat breakfast. Sirius likes you. I promise he does. And if he didn’t like you because you didn’t worship the ground he walked on, I would’ve told him to fuck off a while ago.”

Lyall’s laugh was a little choked up; there was another thump, like he had given Remus one of his classic shoulder-slaps. Sirius blew out a slow breath. Hitting the nail on the head once again, Lupin, he thought. You and your powers of mind-reading. “He’s a good kid,” Lyall said after a moment. Sirius felt his heart clench. “He’s good for you. Couldn’t be happier for you both, bud.”

Remus hummed. “If you ever do want an autograph, though—”

“Alright, go find your mother or traumatize your brother or whatever else,” Lyall interrupted with exasperation dripping from every word. “Get outta here.”

Sirius hurried back to the dishwasher as Remus’ laughter drew closer to the doorway, fumbling for the first object he could find. A familiar hand patted his hip and he leaned down to knock their temples together, smiling at the kiss on the cheek he received in return. “How much of that did you hear?” Remus murmured with obvious amusement.

Sirius’ ears burned. “How much of what?”

“You’re putting a cup on the plate shelf, baby.”

“Is it supposed to go somewhere else?” he asked, praying Remus would fall for his false innocence.

Judging by his raised eyebrows, it didn’t work. “You’d make a shit spy,” Remus informed him with a swat to his rear as he took the cup and set it on the lowest shelf. “You’re great at eavesdropping, but godawful at hiding things.”

“I hid you for three months. And I was in the closet for twelve years.”

“I stand by the fact that our friends are just oblivious.”

Sirius kissed his forehead and set aside a plate to wrap him in a hug, ignoring Remus’ playful protest at the manhandling. He smelled good, like the jasmine oils Hope put in her dryer balls. His hands were dry from the wind and callused on Sirius’ lower back. “Are you warm enough?” he asked, nuzzling into the soft hair that fluffed out over his ear.

“Nice and toasty.”

“You sure?”

Remus narrowed his eyes, but didn’t stop tracing light patterns over Sirius’ spine. “You worry about me more than both my parents combined.”

Only because I almost lost you. Sirius closed his eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of Remus’ chest against him. It was deep, unhurried—nothing like the shallow, uneven shivering from before. His cheek was warm even through Sirius’ shirt.

“Baby?” he asked quietly. Sirius hummed in acknowledgement. The pet name still sent a flood of butterflies through his stomach. “Everything okay?”

“I love your parents. I love you.”

Remus’ back relaxed under his touch. “They were worried about you yesterday.”

“They were worried about you,” he corrected.

Remus pulled back just enough to cup his face in one hand, skimming a thumb under his eye. Slight worry shadowed his expression; it mirrored how he had looked as Sirius wrapped an extra scarf around his neck before he went to get the paper that morning, when a panicky feeling had flashed through him at the thought of Remus going out in the snow. “They can be worried about both of us at the same time, Sirius. Yesterday was…a lot. Are you sure you’re okay?”

An instinctive yes hung suspended on the tip of his tongue, but Sirius hesitated and rested their foreheads together. “I will be,” he said instead. The memory of a four-foot hole emptying into dark, icy water was still burned in his mind. Of Remus’ purple lips and glazed eyes, of the tears striping Jules’ cheeks. “Not right now, but I’ll be alright.”

Remus kissed him, the sweet kind Sirius could feel all the way in his toes, then stepped back and pressed a plate into his hand with the slicker of a teasing smile. “D’accord. Do you know where this goes, or do you need me to show you again?”