#maybe squashies

[walkman-cat]

i actually have to get the portfolio done today if it kills me and i will do it !!

[creepyscritches]

Almost done with a giant squishy queen blanket and I've been ogling an even squishier pattern already lmao....anyway think next one I make might be this crazy double layer weighted pattern 🤔 or maybe I'll save this for someone else???

[iosagol]

Cant tell if Leon Mighty-ass Redbeard not having a red beard as a human is the funniest thing I've ever seen or a tragedy of incredible proportions

[azurexsnake]

Wolfwood is one of those characters I want to write for so badly but every time I think I have a thought I can’t put it into words that make any kind of sense at all. Just hysterical crying in a post I end up deleting every time

[redflagshipwriter]

Mamabat- enter Jason 1/2

MASTERPOST

The air was different with Cass, now. Danny felt a little anxious as he followed her to the study after breakfast. Something about her was serious-determined-protective. 

She always felt protective towards him. That was why he'd followed her in the first place. Some ghosts lied, but they couldn't do it with their aura. He knew what she really felt for him. 

“Sit?” She asked him. She gestured at the big squashy chair. Danny did without complaint. Cass perched behind him and started dragging her fingers through his hair, relaxing him.

Man. She was good at this. Top tier mothering, right here. Danny went limp. 

“I'm worried,” Cass broke the silence. She didn't sound worried. She never really did. Her voice was quiet and serious, but still kind. Her thumbs dug into his scalp. He pushed his head back against it. Bliss. “Barbara made you sad. Because you miss your sister?”

Danny tensed. 

‘I should have figured that Batman would track me down.’

Maybe he had known, if he was honest with himself. It didn't hit him like a shock.

“Tim thinks your name is Fenton,” she added, brutally sensible as always. And yup, that was it. No point in denying it. “Declared dead. In danger?”

He sucked in air through his teeth. He wasn't going to lie to her. 

“Worried,” she repeated. 

He thought about it. He really did. Danny bit his lip. 

She was liminal. That probably meant she'd come really close to death, in at least one sense of the word. Would that mean she was desensitized to it, or extra paranoid?

…It was hard to imagine Cass over or under reacting to a possible danger. She was just so steady. But would she see him as a possible danger if she knew what he was, what he really was? 

He could feel it out before he took a plunge with the whole truth.

Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was invasive. She didn't seem to realize that she was liminal. That meant she definitely didn't realize how much she was communicating to him under her words and gestures. 

But Danny deliberately tuned into her quiet aural communication and tested the waters. “Tim is right, I'm Danny Fenton,” he said. He knew he was too tense. She would definitely feel it. But what could he do about that? He was nervous. “I… Maybe I did die.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach. He could feel the crush of grief on her heart. 

But it didn’t wash away the thudding repetition of love-protect-my darling. There was no suspicion, no guilt, no fear. It was just pain for his sake, with no calculation about how to solve a sudden problem. 

God. He wanted so badly for that to have been how his parents reacted. His eyes started to sting.

Danny sniffled. He thought it was safe to tell her. “I died,” he corrected, and he knew he was right when Cass made a little wounded sound and leaned her body into him, aiming to comfort. “Not then, but a couple years ago. I’m different now, and it’s uh… It’s dangerous to be this way.”

“Affects?” Cass asked quietly. She started to pet his hair again. “Mood? Health?”

“...Huh,” he said, because that was a sensible question he hadn’t expected. If he really thought about his mood and emotions before and after the accident: “Yeah, uh, there’s sometimes a mood thing. I might be a little more aggressive than I was before? And I can get kind of intense sometimes.”

He had thought that was basically just a reaction to having a whole bunch of new threats in his life. But would pre-electrocution Danny have been able to actually stand and fight Skulker? He had genuinely been afraid of the jocks. Maybe… Maybe he was different. Sure, Sam and Jazz were up for shooting ghosts with Fenton tech. Would he have been if he was just human? 

…He didn’t really think so.

Oof. Well, that wasn’t exactly great for his sense of self.

Cass shook him lightly. “Health?” she repeated.

Danny forced down that revelation to deal with later. He didn’t like acknowledging that he was kind of a chicken by nature, but historically, there wasn’t much evidence of bravery pre-mortem. “Uh, my heart rate is really slow, body temp is low, so I can’t really afford to go to a doctor for a checkup,” he said. “Uh, sometimes I’ve got none at all and my hair turns white.” He paused there. That was- that was enough, yeah? He was going to be honest with her because she deserved honesty from him. But that didn’t mean he had to explain the whole great beyond and his inhuman status.

“Sounds like Jason,” Cass said, after a long silence.

Danny short-circuited. “Wait, what?” He craned to look at her. “Who?”

Cass darted forward to kiss his forehead. “Little brother,” she said cheerfully. “Want to meet him?”

Uh, yeah. Danny nodded vigorously, wondering what the hell she was on about. “Do you mean he died?” 

“Died,” Cass agreed, getting out her phone and tapping away at it rapidly.

“Not like, heart stopped for a minute on the operating table and he was revived, or what?” Danny pressed.

“Dead in the ground, came back later,” Cass said. “Dead for months. Now, very crabby.”

Danny balked. “What?”

“White hair too,” she said. Then her face did something funny. “I think he dyed it recently,” she said. 

Danny huffed a laugh. “If it’s the same thing as mine, you can’t dye it.” He saw her look over his head for white streaks. He didn’t correct her line of thought.

He hadn’t thought that anything could top the anticipation of meeting Batman. But Danny had to admit the rest of the day was a wash. Apparently Jason couldn’t make it until the evening, about an hour before patrol.

Danny nearly paced a line into the carpet. He had enough energy to do that now, even without ecto. He was getting soooo much food here. A guy couldn’t even stress out for an hour without someone coming by to make sure he had fruit and yogurt or a hot drink.

He didn’t need someone to come and tell him that the much anticipated Jason had shown up. Danny knew it when he went to take a sip of cruelty-free chocolate milk (hand delivered by the most frightening child in the world) and choked on vapor.

Damian gave him a glare and snatched the drink away. “Are you incapable of drinking beverages?” he demanded. His face looked so goddamn cross but he was just worried.

Danny managed a smile. “No, went down the wrong pipe, sorry.”

Damian didn’t seem to even see the fog, so- so that meant that either he was really unobservant or he wasn’t liminal enough to see it the way people did in Amity. That was a small blessing. Danny appreciated it and he took back his drink to have something to hold onto.

That was a whole ass ghost. That was a whole ghost coming onto the property, one that felt big and mad and old. Danny smacked his lips, disconcerted. 

He, uh, didn’t know what to expect from this.

[void-tiger]

…but what if I wanted to show it?? Before rambling about it! What bout that???

[thatrandomwriter]

Be Right Back

Ghostface Stu Macher x Reader

Warnings: Threat of violence, underage drinking, kissing

Summary: Ghostface follows reader into the basement at Stu’s house party, but reader has an idea about who might be behind the mask

“I don’t know what you did, Sidney, but on behalf of the entire student body we all say thank you!” Stu had swooped in to walk with Sidney, Tatum and I, presenting us with flowers. He winked at me, and I rolled my eyes. He clutched his chest as if this was the most heartless action I could’ve taken. I laughed.

“Drop it, Stu,” Tatum said as Sidney looked down at the ground, but Stu was not put off.

He slid between me and Sidney, slinging an arm around each of our shoulders, “Ya know I say, impromptu party tonight, my house, celebrate this little siesta. What do you say?” I could smell his fresh cologne, feel his warmth next to me.

“Are you serious?” Sidney asked, unconvinced.

“Sounds like fun - might be good to take your mind off things?” I said.

“That’s exactly right,” Stu piggybacked off my reasoning, flashing me a grin. I felt my face heat up slightly, “If Tatum doesn’t invite the entire world, we’ll be fine. Intimate gathering, intimate friends,”

“What do you say, Sid? I mean, pathos could have it’s perks,” If Tatum was on board too, there was no way Sidney was saying no.

“You’ll be totally protected. Yo, I am so buff. I got you covered, girl,” Stu made a show of removing his arms from around us to flex them exaggeratedly.

“With Stu as your bodyguard, no-one is getting anywhere near you,” I said, and Sidney smiled.

“Come on, Sid. For me? It could be fun,” Tatum appealed.

“Okay, whatever,” Sidney caved in.

“Yeah? Cool, you guys bring food, alright?” Stu said, leaving to walk in another direction. I turned to wave goodbye, catching him doing a triumphant air guitar.

“Save that energy for the party,” I called back to him.

“I’ll be at the top of my game, don’t you worry,”

*

I was a few hours and a few drinks into the party. Stu had disappeared a little while ago, and embarrassingly, I was disappointed that he wasn’t around to hang out with anymore. Instead, I was sandwiched between Sidney and Tatum, sunk deep into the squashy sofa, someone’s legs across mine.

“I’m getting some more drinks - anyone want anything?” I asked, feeling more claustrophobic than thirsty. I was met with a general consensus that just about everybody needed another beer “I’ll grab whatever I can carry,”

Tatum removed her arm from my shoulders, and I struggled up from the sofa.

“Thank you!” Tatum grinned up at me.

“Be right back,”

I was still getting used to the size of Stu’s house, managing to open two wrong doors before I came across the basement - dark and steep stepped. I fumbled for the light switch, hand patting down the wall, until finally I felt it and flipped it on, lights flickering into being.

The fridge was impressively stocked - full of as much beer as could be crammed into it, bottles and cans stacked haphazardly, threatening to fall to the floor if I made one wrong move. I wiggled a few free, grabbing bottles by the necks in an attempt to fit more in my hands. It would be a miracle if I made it back to the party without dropping any of them, but one trip down into the spooky basement was enough for me, especially with a killer around; I would not be making a second trip if anyone ended up without a drink.

I reversed with the beers, shutting the fridge with my foot and nearly toppling over, stumbling backwards until I hit a wall. No, not a wall - a person, soft and warm.

“Sorry, guess I’m more tipsy than I thought,” I laughed, turning to see who I had fallen into. A white mask, mouth open in an exaggerated scream stared down at me. A ghostface mask. “Shit, you scared me,” Was this just a tone-deaf joke? Perhaps someone had meant to catch Sidney down here to really freak her out. Or maybe this was the real deal - I fought the urge to laugh. This could not be how I died, fetching beer at a trashy highschool party.

“I’m just gonna-“ I moved to walk around him and back up to the party, but he side-stepped, making me walk into him again. Something about him seemed familiar - his height, the way he stood, his smell … I realised then exactly who it was. I had smelled Stu’s cologne when he had put his arm around me earlier, and I could smell it again, now.

“Stu?” I let out my laugh, relieved. He had a tendency to take jokes too far, this was just an instance of his somewhat unsympathetic sense of humour.

Stu shook his head, mask turning from side to side.

“Come on, I know it’s you. Let’s go have a drink,”

Metal gleamed as Stu revealed a knife from inside one of his long sleeves.

“That’s not funny, Stu,” Was this part of his joke? Would he really take it this far, or was I somehow mistaken about the identity of whoever it was behind the mask?

The person tilted their head to one side, as if he were analysing what I was saying. For a moment, we were at a silent impasse. Then, Ghostface lunged for me with the knife. Beer slid from my arms, shattering on the basement floor, and I made no effort to hold onto it as I ducked. I shoved at the body in front of me to put some distance between us. I was trapped between him and the shut garage door - all I could do was try to evade his attacks. Part of me was still convinced that it was Stu, another knew that surely he was not capable of murder. He stabbed at me again, and this time I gripped onto his arm, but the knife was aimed for my chest. I was weaker than he was, and despite all of my efforts, the knife was still closing in on me. I knew in that moment that I was not going to win this fight, so instead, I turned my attention to the mask. I managed to push his arm to the side, stepping away from it so that he stumbled forward. Before he could recover, I grabbed onto the mask, yanking it away from his head.

“Stu?” The reveal floored me. I had been expecting this, I had known it was him, but still I was shocked. Stu regained his footing, taking advantage of my shock to shove me backwards and into a wall, a real one this time, knife at my throat. I was breathing heavily, from a combination of fighting him, fear, and, ridiculously, what felt like nervousness twitching in my chest at our proximity.

“How’d you know it was me, huh?” He pushed the knife further into my skin for a second, punctuating the question.

If it was anyone else, I probably would not have figured it out, “I just … recognised you,”

“You did? Well, I have to say, I’m very flattered - what are you, a stalker?” Stu was teasing me, laughing at me, with a knife to my neck. He stepped forward, even closer to me than before, almost touching me. I could still feel my chest rising and falling heavily.

“You’re flattered?” Part of me thought that maybe playing into this attraction could keep me alive, even just long enough for someone to notice that I had been gone too long from the party. Another part was shamefully intrigued as to where this was leading.

“Of course I am - don’t you think I’ve noticed you too?” he leaned in to whisper in my ear, “Who would’ve thought a knife was the way to get your attention?”

When he pulled back, I couldn’t help but glance down at his lips, how close they were to mine. As soon as my eyes were back on his, I knew that he had noticed. My face grew hot, but something shifted in his expression, becoming less playful and more serious as he surged forwards to kiss me. I tilted my head up towards him, my eyes shutting as his lips moved against mine, fast and hungry and full of desperation. I was pressed between him and the wall, the coldness behind me a stark contrast to the warmth in front. One of his hands found my neck, replacing the knife, thumb grazing my throat in a gentle caress meant to remind me that I was still entirely at his mercy. The feeling made me groan slightly. His teeth nipped roughly at my lower lip, hard enough to sting. I parted my lips for him, and he delighted in sliding his tongue into my mouth, leaving me somehow even more breathless than before.

His hands were on my hips, “Jump up,” Stu broke away from me only for a second, as I jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. He used the wall to hold me up, one hand snaking back up to my neck, the other resting on my hip, fingers grazing the skin just beneath my top. He used the hand on my neck to pull my head to the side, kissing down my jaw until he reached skin soft enough to leave a hickey. Stu bit at my neck, sucking soft skin between his teeth, making me wince slightly which only encouraged him. When he was finally satisfied, he looked up at me, grinning, “You’re my masterpiece,”

The doorknob jiggled, before a knock on the door made him turn away. “You alright in there? I came to see if you needed help carrying the drinks,” Sidney’s voice sounded down into to basement.

I looked to Stu. Now would be the time for me to scream for help, “All good, I think the door locks when you shut it too hard sometimes,” I said. She would never make it through the locked door in time to save me, I told myself. But Stu was kissing my neck, nuzzling into me, and I knew the real reason.

“If you say so,” Sidney said.

“Yep, I’ll be up in a minute,” I struggled to keep my voice steady, but my reply seemed to satisfy Sidney, as there was no other sound from upstairs.

“How do you know you’ll be back?” Stu asked, finally removing himself from my neck to look into my eyes.

“I don’t, but I thought you’d want me to get rid of her,”

A smile widened across his face at my compliance, and his thumb caressed my throat once again, “Aren’t you clever?”

“Will I be back?” I asked; he was carefully evading answering his own question.

“I haven’t quite decided yet,” his hand had strayed to the knife which had been resting on top of a chest freezer, “But I’m sure you can figure out a way to make keeping you alive worth my trouble,”

[glorious-spoon]

The kiss prompt had me feeling too much like a kid in a candy store, and I couldn't pick. I managed to narrow it down to three, hopefully one of them sparks joy?

…as a suggestion.

…after a small rejection.

…because they’re running out of time.

for buddie please 🩶

:D thank you! i went for 'a kiss after a small rejection', hope you enjoy!

-

Buck has been extremely supportive of Eddie's dating woes, in his opinion. He has been a good friend about it, listening sympathetically to the post-game of every date that fizzled out and every connection that failed to manifest. After Marisol, there was Raquel, and then Marta, and María, and Janelle. Then, maybe less shocking than it would have been a couple of years ago, there was Daniel, and Liam, and Álvaro. Eddie told him about the first of those dates with a glint in his eye that dared Buck to comment, so Buck didn't.

But it means that they're currently in this weird holding pattern where Buck knows that Eddie likes men, and—maybe more relevantly—is willing to consider dating a man, and they still haven't actually talked about it.

That's a conversation that should probably happen. Buck just doesn't know how to bring it up without immediately blurting everything out, without begging Eddie to consider him as an option. And if he does that, there's no coming back from it. If he does that, and Eddie says no, he doesn't know what'll happen. The world will end, or he'll die of mortification and disappointment, or something else unspeakably awful will occur. Maddie keeps telling him that he's catastrophizing, and he knows she's probably right, but that doesn't mean he can just make himself stop.

He's working on it.

Right now, Eddie is flopped across Buck's new couch—brown leather, wide and squashy and comfortable. Natalia helped him pick it out, and he feels a little weird about keeping it now, but the truth is that the couch turned out to be a better fit than the relationship. It's big enough for the two of them to sprawl on while they drink their beers and Eddie grumbles about his most recent date.

"I mean, you know, it was fine. Whatever," he says, with a huffy little shrug. Buck loves Eddie in every mood, but there's something especially charming about him when he's being petulant like this. Maybe because it's such a contrast to the calm, in-control face he presents to the rest of the world. Buck's not the only person who gets to have this part of Eddie, but he is a member of a select group.

"So no second date?" he asks, trying not to sound hopeful.

"He said I was 'a nice guy, but he didn't feel a connection'," Eddie says, with sarcastic one-handed finger-quotes. He takes another sullen pull on his beer.

"That's not so bad," Buck offers. Eddie's dates don't usually crash and burn the way Buck's have a tendency to, or did back when he was actually trying to date. People like Eddie. He's polite and kind and thoughtful, and reserved in a way that comes across as mysterious and fascinating instead of aloof. And that's without even getting into the fact that he looks like a fucking model, but most people know that part before they go out with him. Buck has no idea how anybody could go on a date with Eddie and not immediately fall head over heels in love with him, but he is admittedly a little biased.

"Yeah, I know," Eddie sighs. He pushes himself upright and tilts his head back against the couch, cradling his beer between his palms. "I know, it's not like I really wanted a second date either. It's just…"

"Rejection sucks?" Buck offers.

"That too. Mostly I'm just wondering how long I'm going to have to keep doing this before I find somebody I can have a connection with? Like, with Shannon, it was—"

"—bolt of lightning out of the blue?" Buck asks, because that was how it felt for him, with Eddie. That moment outside the ambulance, Eddie's blinding smile and warm handshake and the way something in him cracked wide open then and never really went away.

Eddie huffs. "Kind of. But—we were friends first. We already had that connection. You know? And then one day I looked at her and I felt like—"

He stops abruptly. If Buck wasn't already watching him, he'd probably miss the way Eddie's eyes flick toward him, and then away.

His stomach feels suddenly like he's on a rollercoaster, in giddy freefall.

"Like you were seeing something completely new?" he asks. He folds his hand tight around his beer, but he can feel it trembling.

Eddie takes a deep, visible breath, then nods and leans forward to set his beer down before turning back toward Buck.

"Yeah," he says quietly, and Buck is almost completely sure that they're not just talking about Shannon anymore. Eddie's face is open, his gaze clear, but Buck knows him well enough to detect the faint hint of nerves there.

That's the thing that finally gives him the courage to do what maybe he should have a long time ago.

"Can you just, uh." He clears his throat, then sets his beer down too. "Tell me if I'm totally misreading this?"

"Yeah, okay," Eddie whispers, but he doesn't pull back. Not when Buck shifts closer on the couch; not when he reaches out to settle a hand on Eddie's cheek, and not when he leans in to press a chaste, careful kiss to Eddie's lips.

It lingers softly for a moment, and then he pulls back and opens his eyes. Eddie blinks a couple of times, then smiles, sudden and bright.

"You're not misreading it," he says, and leans in to kiss Buck again.

(for these kiss prompts)

[ktficworld]

Loving you is not easy, my dear

Pairing: Steve Rogers x desi!reader

Summary: America thinks Steve Rogers can do better and maybe, they are right.

Warning: heavy racism(seriously, I'm not using this word lightly), angst, hurt/comfort, trolling, protective!Steve, reader gets her revenge on the racist bastards 😈

A/n: posting after so long. Already know traction is going to be shit but I'd really appreciate if you reblog this. I'll try to keep it short(I failed💀)

Tags: @sunshine-on-my-mind @slutty-daddy-pedro

This wasn't supposed to happen.

You weren't ready to get dragged through the mud just yet.

You and Steve have been dating for a year. You were a regular software engineer. Wandering around on the internet, to help fellow programmers with their problems. Little did you know, that none other than Tony Stark was there for help under the disguise of 'toiletdistroyer'; frankly, you should have known by this username, but oh well.

So, you caught the billionaires eye and he offered you a job on the spot. And of course, you took it, much to your parents dismay and happiness. With tears filled in your eyes and aachar, parathe stuffed in your tiffin. Of you went to America.

You didn't meet the captain for a good month and honestly, even if you had. You wouldn't have given two fucks about him since you were stressed to the brim with work and moving in.

You slowly met every avenger. Tony was the first, of course. Then it was Bruce Wayne Banner as you worked on the technical part of a bio-tech project he was developing. He was good but was shy and mostly kept to himself. Afterwards followed, Natasha, she was sassy and perfect. You liked talking to her about girl shit and somehow, she took a liking to your weird ass and you befriended black widow.

Next up, was his best friend. Bucky. He caught you wandering outside the stark building because you came too early and so he joined you and the birds chirping. He was cute and funny, but not your type. Thankfully, he wasn't interested and quickly friend zoned him.

Then you met him.

You whistled as you sauntered into the lobby. Clocking out early from your shift and cherry on top, it was Friday. You were going to have a fun weekend. Talking with your parents, watching kdrama and being gleefully single.

Your whistle was disturbed by something squashy yet hard coming underneath your foot. You retreated your foot and glanced down with furrowed brows. It was a brown leather wallet. With a sigh, you bent down and picked up the lost wallet.

You opened the wallet to see the identity of the abandoned wallet's owner and your eyebrows disappeared into you hairline as the stupidly handsome face of the captain appeared in front of you. He must have dropped it in a hurry.

Your eyes darted around as you bit your bottom lip. The sane thing to do would be to go to the reception, hand her the wallet and go your merry way. But he might still be around and also, the receptionist looked too bitchy for you to deal with. So you went for the less sane option, of course.

You took a deep breath and glanced up at the ceiling. "Hey, Friday. Is Captain Rogers still in the compound?"

"Yes, miss. Shona. Captain Rogers is in the parking lot." The robotic voice of Friday said from above.

"Thank you, Friday." You said and deeply sighed. Yes, you could do it. No need to be nervous. What if he's Captain America? You ain't a criminal. With that peep talk, you rushed to the parking lot.

You almost tripped while trying to find Steve in the parking lot but in the end, you found him. He was swinging his leg to climb on his bike when you shouted to get his attention.

"Captain Rogers! Captain Rogers!" The man stopped mid-way, setting his foot back on the ground as he turned around and you almost died at the sight of him. He was wearing blue jeans, white T-shirt and blue jacket, making his sapphire eyes pop as some blonde hair strands falling over his forehead. Oh, girl. Get a grip on yourself!

He was startled by your incessant shouting as he looked at you with his doe yet alert eyes. "Yes, miss. How can I help you?" He asked, ever the gentleman and you internally sighed in relief that he didn't call you ma'am.

You waved his wallet and said. "Your wallet. I think you dropped in the lobby."

His eyes widened as he patted his pockets and a sheepish look appeared on his face. "Ah, I think I really dropped it. Sorry." He said and walked up to you.

You gave him his wallet with a smile and bit your lip when your hands touched. Fuck, were you on your pms?

You peered at him through your lashes as he checked the insides of the wallet and promptly shoved it in his jeans back pocket.

He glanced at you and with a shy smile, said. "Thank you, miss."

"Oh, no problem. You can call me shona." You didn't know what divine energy of confidence came over you as you extended your hand for Steve to shake.

Steve looked at you funnily but shook your hand nonetheless. "That's not your real name, is it?" He asked timidly after the handshake, his touch lingering on your hand as you unwittingly savoured the feeling.

You beamed at him and shook your head. "Nope."

"Then, what is it?"

You told him your name and the smile on his dashing face faded away as he looked down. You could not blame him, most people had the same reaction and that was why you gave your nickname, not actual name.

"I'll probably butcher that." He muttered sadly as he scratched the back of his neck.

You chuckled and waved off his concerns. "It's alright. Most people can't say my name. Only few special people have made it into a special group who can pronounce it outside India." And it was true. Only few people were able to say your name without getting their tongue twisted, including Natasha.

Steve raised an eyebrow. He bent down, close to your face and whispered, in a husky voice. "And what are the requirements?"

You hummed as you pretend to think with your finger on your chin and said, dramatically. "A lot of dedication and practice."

Now it was his turned to be amused as he leaned even closer and asked. "And what will I get if I get into this special club?"

You were caught off guard as you spluttered out. "Um, what do you want?" And you also had kdramas to binge for fuck sake.

"A dinner sounds good." He said with a lopsided grin.

You gave him a thumbs up and said. "Perfect! Now I need to go. I have a weekend to enjoy, bye." You said and rushed out without a second thought or glance at Steve.

When you sat down in the metro was the time when your dumb mind actually processed his words and you froze In your seat. Wait! Did he just ask you on a date?

He did, in fact, ask you on a date.

After he learned to say your name. You two went on a date and you knew you were doomed. Those blue eyes had effectively captured your heart as you slowly fell for him.

And who won't? He was so soft, affectionate, caring, supportive. He was perfect. You didn't know what he saw in you. You were so... Regular.

But whenever you would say this to him. He would look at you all offended and ask why not? You were beautiful, intelligent and his sunshine. And you melted everytime he said that.

You told your parents and you had to make your mother take an oath that she won't say anything about your relationship to any of your relatives as she just couldn't stop giggling. Thankfully, she kept her oath.

You also officially got introduced to the avengers. Bucky and Natasha already knew about it and everyone was happy for you and Steve. Yeah, Tony did throw a tantrum about how he didn't figure out your budding romance and how Rogers whisked you away from under his nose. His words, not yours. And he also earned a slap to the chest by Pepper for that.

You both decided to keep your relationship private. Steve did not want to make a circus of his relationship in the media and you also wanted to lay low. You wanted to take the Katrina Kaif route, one day you're single and the next day, poof! You are married.

But the Cosmos had another plan.

You didn't know who it was, a reporter or a fan. But someone captured you and Steve in a not so platonic way. You were sitting on his bike, one hand occupied with an ice cream and the other, draped over his board shoulder. He was holding you by the waist as you both kissed. Ice cream long forgotten as you both were smiling into the kiss. But someone had posted it on social media and overnight your very private relationship was in front of the entire world to judge ans comment about.

You woke up to a cold bed and your phone exploded with texts and calls, ranging from judgmental relatives to your friends from India and America to the entire avengers team.

You furrowed your brows at the slew of messages and calls and decided to call Steve but instead his phone blared in your shared room, making you sigh. What the fuck was going on?

You scrolled through your contacts and paused when Natasha's name appeared. You hovered over her number hesitantly before calling her. Just after two rings, she answered.

"Hello, Natasha. What is going on and where is Steve?" You asked her in a sleepy voice and scratched your head.

On the other side of the line, Natasha sucked in a sharp breath and replied with unusual franticness. "Shona, somebody leaked a photo of you two and now the world knows that you both are in a relationship. Steve's in the living room, come here quickly and don't open your social media!" Natasha cautioned.

"Wha-" You didn't even get a chance to comprehend her words before she hang up the call. You glance at your phone incredulously. You sat up straight when your brain finally processed the given information. Your relationship was public. Your Katrina Kaif moment was ruined even before it materialised, ugh! So unfair.

And telling you not to open your social medias? It was like telling a child not to eat the candies from the jar. You bit your lip and opened the hellhole called twitter. And the number one trending hastag was:

#CaptainAmericaisdatingwho?

You tapped on the hastag and was instantly greeted by the picture of you and Steve. Your eyes widened as you took in the picture, whoever clicked it had good photography skills as you looked decent in it. You scrolled down and made a decision you would later come to regret, started reading the reactions of the people.

He is dating an Indian? Why? Did he not find any good girl in here? Insane.

If they have a child, what would be their skin color?

She probably put him under a spell or something.

Wait! She works for Stark, meaning this is a work-place relationship. Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Captain America is taken😭😭😭 why God! Now I need to find someone else to obsess over😭😭😭

Look how she's eating. Like, get some manners girl! 👇

You looked down to the image attached. You were eating rice with your hand and winking at the camera, granted it wasn't the neatest sight but eating food with hands made it taster(yeah, fight me on it!).

That was it, you could not take it anymore. You burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as you giggled at the comments, doubling down in your bed.

Tears gathered in your eyes as you laughed your ass off on these racists misery. You knew damn well that you would face some form of racism whether you dated Steve or not and it was funny to see them whine like anyone gave a shit.

You scrolled some more laughing at the whiny racist and the memes people made along the way. However, one comment caught your attention as you halted to read it.

Why isn't Steve dating her?

You looked down at the photo and your heart dropped, all your happiness fading away. You stared at the woman's photo for what felt like ages as you observed her porcelain skin, her blonde hair and her perfect figure. She was the epitome of an American woman.

You looked at Sharon's perfect face and could not help but echo the poster's thought. Yeah, why wasn't he dating Sharon? Why was he dating you? A regular girl while he was captain fucking America! He could have anyone he wanted. A model, an actor anyone he wanted and he wanted you? Why?

Much to your detriment, you scroll past it and onto the next comment which said:

So, she's the ugly one in the relationship 🙈🙈🙈

The comment plunged into your soul like a rusted dagger as your breathing becomes a shallow pounding in your ears. You glanced forward, where the full length mirror was sitting and stared at your reflection with critical gaze.

You brought a hand to your face, it was so dull. Your eyes had dark circles and were puffy. Your lips weren't plump enough. Your eyes weren't big enough. Your body wasn't curvy enough. You only had brains. No, you didn't! You weren't special, anyone could do your job with enough practice. You were nothing out of the ordinary.

You were snapped out of your destructive thoughts as your phone was snatched out of your grip. You whipped your eyes to the perpetrator and a very furious Natasha glared back at you.

"What did I tell you about not checking your social media?" Natasha asked, enraged as she waved your phone in her hands.

You didn't want Natasha to be proven right so you scoffed and replied. "Telling someone not to do something will only make them do it more. Haven't you heard of reverse psychology, agent?" You snarked and Natasha shook her head in displeasure.

"You coming with me?" Natasha asked.

You paused to think and then shook your head. "Let me shower first. I feel dirty and sleepy."

Natasha nodded thoughtfully and said. "Okay, I'll stay here."

You whined in protest but quickly shut up after receiving a steely glare fron the black widow which would make even the toughest villians pee their pants. You showered, taking extra long as you got distracted by your thoughts yet again. And made your way to the living room with Natasha in toe.

And you heard it before you saw it. The annoying voice of one of the most famous conservative journalist as he said that Steve Rogers could do much better, that this relationship wasn't going to last and that he wished it won't last long.

The last part made your stomach churn in uncertainty.

The pattering of footsteps alerted the other avengers of your arrival. Tony and Steve were standing next to each other as they talked in hushed yet aggressive tone.

Tony looked annoyed than ever as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. While, Steve? Steve looked like just one poke and he would snap. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were ablaze as he stood taut.

Both of the man's gaze snapped towards you as Steve's face softened and he rushed towards you, blocking your view to the TV as Tony hastily turned it off.

"You finally done sleeping, sleepy head?" Steve asked affectionately as he caressed you cheek.

You hummed absentmindedly and forced a smile on your face. "Slept like a baby." You said and the air was so thick with tension that it was strangling you more than your own mind as no one dared to talk about the elephant in the room.

Eventually, Steve cleared his throat and said in a whisper. "You already know what happened but don't worry, I'm with you." And pulled you into his embrace. Yes, why are you with me, Steve? What do you like in having to deal with all this drama when you could date any white woman and keep the peace?

You tried to reciprocate his hug but it was a half hearted attempt as you were fixated onto something else.

"Yeah, don't do anything stupid." Sam said when you and Steve parted. His face was empathic and knowing and your heart broke at that. Still, you gave him a half smile.

"Hey! That's my line!" Bucky yelled in offence, making Sam scowl at him.

"You don't own a sentence, Buchanan." Sam countered.

"Don't call me that and I would copyright..." They kept bickering but you tuned them out as the seed of doubt started sprouting in your consciousness.

📷

But it only got worse. The hate just didn't stop and everyone was piling up on you. Indians did come to your defence, questioning the racism and the unrequited hate you were getting.

But some were also interrogating you. Why were you dating captain America? Why were you flying so high? That he may just be using you and would leave you for an American sooner or later. This sentiment was also shared by your relatives.

Your parents were on your side but you could sense that seeing you get attacked was upsetting them. You put up a brave face in front of the world but you were crumbling down from the depths of your being. You were falling down an abyss and no matter how hard you shouted for help, your mind didn't let up its torment.

You didn't tell the avengers or Steve because they was already so stressed out dealing with all this fiasco. He was so distraught that he didn't even notice you withdrawing from him. He didn't notice how you slept on the edge of the bed instead of in his arms. He didn't notice that you avoided mirror like a plague. He didn't notice how you were drowning in your minds stupid tricks.

That was until it boiled over.

It was a quiet evening. You were walking back to the compound after running some errands. Apparently, Indian species were hella expensive and hard to find in there so you shopped for them by yourself. And it was also because you liked these non-eventful and tranquil moments that you had reserved for yourself.

You were absentmindedly trudging forward as the compound just entered your peripheral when a shout jolted you out of your trance like state.

"Go back to your country!"

You whirled around, only to come face-to-face with a regular white man. Seriously, he didn't even look like a Kevin or intimidating, just run of the mil white guy, very easy to blend in the crowd.

You raised your eyebrows and exclaimed. "Excuse me?"

The man tutted and took a step forward, you taking a backward step. "Didn't you hear me? I said, go back to your country."

"This is getting old. Try something new." You said with a bored voice and crossed your arms on your chest.

"Seriously, first you take our jobs then resources and now our hero? Just because you don't have anything in your country, doesn't mean you should come running to us and mooch off of us." He ranted with a grunt.

"Why? You wanna date him?" You eyed him from head to toe. "To my knowledge, Steve is straight and even if he wasn't. I don't think he would date someone like you." You snided.

His jaw ticked as he took a step forward. "You don't deserve him!" He spat.

Yes, you don't deserve him. Your mind supplied as your grip around the shopping bag loosened.

"He deserves better." Yes, he deserved better.

"You are nothing." Yes, you were nothing.

You were so hypnotised by your minds scorching affirmations that you didn't see the approaching threat.

You yelped as your back hit an electric poll, grocery bag falling on the ground. The man lunging forward for an attack but before he could even lift his hand, a punch from his left side shoved him away and he landed on the ground with a pained grunt.

You let out a shuddery breath as you slowly glanced to your left, your whole body trembling with fear. Your eyes landed on Steve standing there, panting heavily as his knuckles were painted crimson, by whose blood? You didn't know. His eyes were ablaze and his face was murderous as he began charging towards the whimpering man on the pavement.

This snapped you from whatever demons were holding you as marched towards him and shrieked. "Steve, stop!"

You stopped in front of him and wrapped youur hands around his. He halted in his steps, his face instantly softening as he unclenched his fists and dropped his offensive stance. He cupped your right cheek and you spluttered out a sob.

You glanced down at his bloody knuckle and coked out. "Steve, let's go."

He glanced behind you at the whining man and then nodded. He tucked you in his embrace while your gaze never left his knuckles. This was all your fault. Because of you, he almost lost control of himself and if he would have done something then you would have also smeared his name. Maybe it was good to end things.

📷

The room was pin-drop silent, only the sniffling of you and Steve and the clinking of the first aid kit being shut closed reverberated through the walls. Steve had started to talk as soon as you left the man writhing on the cold sidewalk but one finger of yours on his lips and he shut up, accepting your silent plea of solace. But you couldn't push back the inevitable any longer.

You lifted up the first aid kit and set it inside one of the cabinets in the bathroom. When you came back, you sat down on the coffee table ahead of Steve and peered at him through your lashes, your heart breaking when your gaze landed at his pretty face. You would miss him.

It was Steve who spoke first. He intertwined his bandaged hand with yours and softly said. "I'm sorry, you are suffering so much because of me and I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you."

Swallowing, you looked down as tears beaded your eyelashes and muttered out. "I think we should break up, Steve. It's not working out." Saying those words was like stabbing yourself in the chest with a scorching knife.

Steve instantly stiffened and his grip on your hand grew tight as he refused to let you go. "Why?" He asked and before you could reply, his bitter laugh made your head snap upwards as he shook his head.

"Why am I asking this? This should be pretty obvious to me," He sniffled as few tears slid down his cheeks. He glanced at you and you had to bite your lip to hold back your own tears as his pained and misty eyes stared into yours. "Is there nothing I could do to change your mind? To make you give me a second chance? Do you not love me anymore?"

The last part was like a slap to your face as you furiously shook your head and yelled. "I love you with all my heart, body, mind and soul. I love you more than anything in this world, more than I could ever articulate."

"Then why are you leaving me?" He asked in a whisper.

And the flood burst gates open as you broke down. "BECAUSE I DON'T DESERVE YOU."

Steve immediately placed you in his lap as sons wrecked through your body. "Why would you say that? You deserve the world, doll."

"No Steve, no! You are Captain America and I'm nothing. You are gorgeous and I'm ugly. You are perfect and I'm not." You cried into his chest, selfishly seeking his warmth.

Steve jutted your chin upwards and gazed down at you with soft offense. "No, honey. I'm not perfect, I betrayed Tony, I have done so many things that I regret. I have cried in your arms multiple times and you have seen me vulnerable." He said through his own tears.

"But you are so pretty. You should be dating a model or an actress, not me."

"Who like me for being Captain America? No way and," He held your face in his palms and continued. "You are the most beautiful, most intelligent, most amazing woman I have ever met. I won't trade you for anyone."

"Then why I doesn't feel like it, Steve? You asked in a defeated whisper. "Why can't I see myself the way you see me?"

"I can help you look at yourself like I look at you. Please just, don't leave me. I can't live without you. We can survive this storm." He murmured softly kissed your sore eyes.

Your lips quivered as you brought your hands to Steve's face. "I want you, Steve. I want you so much but holding you feels like a sin."

"And holding you feels like a dream. A dream I thought I would never have," He said quietly and gently pressed his forehead with yours. "Just give me another chance. Give us another chance."

"Okay." You replied. Your sobs had ended and draped a heavy blanket of fatigue over you in their farewell as you melted into Steve's hold and Steve snuggled in you more. You didn't know when he placed you on your bed or when you fell asleep in his arms. You let yourself fall into his bliss as all the demons left you. Because in this moment , Steve was yours and you were his and that was all that mattered.

📷

You yawned as you got out of your slumber. The bed was cold again as Steve was nowhere to be found. Again.

Maybe he realised you were right and moved instead of kicking you out. You sniffed a little and turned around, so you were facing the front of your room. But your face instantly scrunched up in bewilderment as you took in the sight.

There were polaroid pictures hanging from the ceiling by a white thread, all facing away from you. You scratched your head as you tentatively got out of the bed. How the fuck did someone hang these and you didn't even stir? Was this from hydra?

The last thought made you gulp as you gingerly reached out for the first picture and pulled it close to read the text written on it with a marker.

Do you remember the time when you handled the toughest project alone?

-Tony

"Huh, what?" Now you were even more confused as you flipped the glossy paper and burst out into a fit of laughter.

It was a picture of you handing Tony a golden toilet trophy like you were handing an Oscar with a megavolt grin as he was rolling his eyes but still, he begrudgingly received the award.

You wiped off a tear from your eye and refocused back on his question. You hummed to yourself as you took a trip down the memory lane. It was a very important biotech project and there had come a point where the connection between the software and hardware had broken and no one could figure why because everything was normal and nothing seemed faculty. It turned out to be a software issue as the code had malfunctioned and needed to be rewritten in a more efficient manner.

You led the team who did that and boy were those days exhausting. Overtime, frustration, failure after failure and of course the moral of the team going down. But you managed to keep the team together and pulled through. Providing excellence.

You smiled a little at that memory. You weren't that useless.

Sighing, you stepped forward to the next picture and read the text on it.

Remember when you got hit on and Steve scowled?

-Natasha and Wanda

You turned the photo around, showing you, Wanda and Natasha. You and Wanda were eating a leftover cake while Natasha was drinking wine straight from the bottle.

You remembered that night. You were minding your own business and not touching alcohol since you didn't want to wake up with a pounding headache. when a guy suddenly materialised next to you and ordered a drink for you without even asking and began flirting.

You smoothly pulled yourself out of that situation and gave the drink to Natasha but Steve had witnessed the whole interaction and he looked like he wanted to sucker punch that poor dude. He was teased relentlessly about it for a month.

Now that you thought about it. You were hit on multiple times on multiple occasions. It was a game of sorts between you and Steve. Since your relationship was private, it was amusing to see people ask you or Steve on a date. You always relished in watching girls flirt with Steve because he would always get uncomfortable and nope out of there like his life depended on it. It was fun because no matter how much they flirted with him, you knew that the man was yours.

You chuckled and caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. You weren't that bad looking.

You walked up to the next polaroid and snatched it closer.

Remember when you comforted me when everyone was sleeping?

-Bucky

Your eyes filled with tears as you flicked to see yours and Bucky's image, it was clicked during lockdown when everyone stressed a lot about cleaning everything. You were pretending to sing with a cleaner bottle in your hand as a microphone and Bucky was using a broom as his guitar.

With a reminiscent smile and you thought back to that one stormy night when Steve was out on a mission and everyone was sound asleep.

You being the insomniac that you were started trudging towards the kitchen for some late night snack but stopped mid-way when you heard whimpers coming from Bucky's room. You went inside without asking but saw him crying alone in his bed. He was so resistant to your comfort and even yelled at you for intruding on his privacy: but he was right about it. However, he caved in the end and cried his heart out while you held him. Then you both watched anime and ate chips. Sleep was nowhere to be found that night.

You bit your lips as you went to the last and final picture, that was dangling before the door.

Remember why I love you?

-Steve

You burst into tears as the realisation dawned on you that it was he, who did all of this. To make you see yourself through his eyes and everybody's eyes. And no, you didn't remember why he loved you because there were too many moments and reasons to remember all that once.

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you finally looked at the picture and it was just like your relationship. Sweet and simple. With you both in the bed, hair messy and lazy smiles on your faces. It was a morning selfie that you taken sporadically on his phone.

You loved him. You loved him so much and you wanted to be with him till the end of the line. Because even if you were just a regular jane, you loved him and he loved you and that was all that mattered.

In your whirlpool of emotions, you didn't register the the bedroom door clicking open and Steve walking inside. It was when his strong arms enveloped you, did you got out of your reverie and glanced at him, teary eyed.

You hugged him back and wept louder in his chest as he rubbed your head. "I love you. I'm sorry for telling everyone about what you were going through but I thought it would help, please stop crying."

You slapped a hand over his lips and cried out. "Shut up. You lovely little dork. I love you. You did nothing wrong in my eyes."

With hope twinkling in his eyes, he removed your palm and asked. "So, will you give us another chance?"

"Yes! This one incident won't make my problems go away in a snap but I want to be with you and learn to love myself like you love me." You said through a smile and leaned to kiss him when-

"What about the trolls?" Tony's voice made you shriek in surprise as Steve gave him an exasperated look.

"Really, Tony?" Steve said with displeasure.

"Yeah, really asshole?" Natasha said and slapped Tony on the head.

Tony scrunched up his face in indignation and said. "But I need to know. She's not used to the attention and hate. And she can't even deactivate her social media because she is one of our representatives from tech."

This made a bulb go off in your head as you held up your plam and said. "Don't worry, Tony. I'll have it handled. Plus, we didn't really publicly announced our relationship, did we?"

Steve narrowed his eyes at you but you just grinned at him devilishly. Time to troll the trolls.

📷

You softly closed the bathroom door as you stepped outside, your white saree grazing the floor. You looked ahead and your jaw went slack, Steve was his blue powder blue shirt and black pants and his blonde hair practically glowed in the golden light of the evening. He looked so gorgeous that you just couldn't tear your eyes away from him.

But then you realised his intense stare on you and you quickly looked down, heat raising to your cheeks. "Stop, staring, it's creepy."

Steve let out a throaty chuckle and said. "I can say the same thing about you."

You opened your mouth to reply but the Bucky's exasperated voice interjected with a grunt. "You both can do this later. Now, come on before the sunsets and the light is gone." And harshly thrusted his phone in the direction of the door.

You chuckled. "Alright, let's go." Steve held your hand as you both walked outside the compound and into the evening sun. After, finding a place where the background was greenery instead of a concrete jungle. You perched on his Harley. Your hand snaked around his neck as his came down to rest on your butt while he stood in the middle of your legs and both came forward to kiss each other.

Bucky clicked the picture but Steve didn't let you go until the need for oxygen became dire. You smiled bashfully and wiped your mouth as you finally got off his bike and went to the very unimpressed Bucky.

He shoved your phone into your hands and ran away before he had to endure any of your pda any further.

You shrugged it off and looked at the photo. Thankfully, it was good and you gave Steve a thumbs up before posting it with a caption:

I corrupted the golden boy and I'm not sorry 😈

Steve also posted the same picture but his caption was more modest:

My love ❤

And. It. Blew. Up, again.

The haters and racist started whining again. Sane people supported you both and laughed at the haters, going as far as making memes. You were trending again, many famous people also came out of the woodworks and congratulated you both which made you roll your eyes.

You didn't care about the public thought of you. You wanted to troll the haters and you successfully accompanied that.

However, it didn't end there. As your devil incarnate friends decided to add fuel to the fire by posting pictures of you and Steve being all over each other with a complimentary middle finger emoji. And apparently, everybody had one.

Either you two were pervs Or your friends were nosey as fuck. Natasha and Bucky agreed with the former assumption.

Bucky posted you both kissing on a picnic.

Natasha of you sitting in Steve's lap.

Sam posted a photo of your head resting in his lap.

Heck, even Peter posted a photo where Steve was kissing your temple.

There were many more but you that was enough for the day as you switched off your phone and tossed it on the bed side table.

"I just wish, no pray that my parents don't see any of these pictures or I will be having an interesting phone call with them. The relatives are still blasting my phone but I ignored them as always." You rambled to Steve as he slid under the covers.

Steve let out a raspy chuckle and said. "I don't think they haven't seen it yet as we're all over the, well everything."

You groaned and pouted at Steve because he didn't need to always tell the truth but as soon as you locked eyes with him you melted in his oceanic blue gaze. He pulled you into his comforting arms and you happily obliged.

"Steve, now that the whole mess is kinda resolved. What's next?" You asked as you gazed into his sapphire blue eyes.

He hummed and gazed back at you. "What's next? Good question, but I don't think you want to hear the answer to that. Would ruin the fun. " He whispered and leaned down to kiss you before you could question him further.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Bruce and odd duck! just kind of having a snuggle

Your house, Bruce thought to himself, was the definition of organized chaos.

Books, papers, knick-knacks, squashy furniture, blankets draped here and there within easy grabbing distance regardless of where you sit. No garbage or junk really, but no discernable organization system. Or if there was one, it only made sense to you.

But it was cozy. Undeniably cozy. It reminded him almost of the way he pictured Hobbit Holes in his head as a boy. Or maybe, if he were feeling particularly whimsical, he'd say that maybe it looked like one of the rabbit holes in your head.

He looks down at you, where your head rested against his heart, comfortably pinned between him and the back of the sofa. And smiled tenderly when you look up at him sleepily, "Still okay?" he asked.

You hum wordlessly and Bruce leaned down kissing the top of your head. 'Like a cat," he teased, "As soon as you get warm you get sleepy."

"I can sit up-"

"Please don't," he chuckled. "You looked so tired, sweetheart." Bruce had tried a couple pet names- things that weren't Doctor. And the only one he'd found so far that hadn't made you crinkle your nose in distaste- even if you didn't shut him down as quickly as you'd smack down someone else.

"Long week," you murmur. Finals, and edits, and Lois and Clark arguing with each other and both coming to you to complain about the other- because it was kind of like confessional, talking to you. You could know a thing and never bring it up again.

"Poor thing," he hummed, rubbing your back.

"I know I'm not really saving the world on anything-"

"Doesn't make it not exhausting," he said fairly. He wasn't 100% sure what you'd been doing but. When he'd showed up to ask you if you wanted to come to dinner with him while he was in town and you'd looked tired and run down, he didn't care about dinner. He just wanted to feel like you were taken care of.

"Why did you-"

"I was here to mess with Luthor," he said. "And get some dinner with my favorite Doctor."

"Are you hungry? I can order-"

"I already did when you dozed off- I was just trying to figure out how to get up without waking you." He chuckled and squeezed you tighter for a moment.

"I told you I'd sit up," you remind.

"They're not here yet- I ordered from the one of the top of your stack. The chicken thing."

You yawn and rub your eyes and pulling yourself up at the knock on the door to let him go "Sounds good."

[ginisbetterthanfirewhisky]

Written for @hinnymicrofic 's prompt #24, Hobby

Word count: 418

Harry impatiently scanned his Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook. His essay was due the next day, and he had to finish it before the scheduled Quidditch practice.

"Hey."

Harry gave a little start as someone stood in front of him. It was Ginny. Her long hair was tied into a messy braid and she had stuck a large, feathery quill behind her right ear. Harry couldn't help notice that she looked really, really pretty.

He sat up straight, pulling his large stack of books towards him to make space for her to sit beside him on the large, squashy couch.

"Hi, what's up?"

Ginny tucked a loose strand of flaming hair behind her ear as she sat on the couch. "I just wanted to tell you that I won't be able to join the practice today. I have my career advice session with McGonagall scheduled this evening."

"Career advice? I didn't have mine till May. I had Umbridge lurking in McGonagall's office during my session."

"Ugh, why?"

"Does she even need a reason? She kept clearing her bloody throat in that ridiculous way 'til McGonagall asked her if she needed a cough drop."

Ginny laughed. "You'd already decided by then, hadn't you? That you want to become an Auror?"

"I did, but I wasn't too sure. I don't think I'm sure now either. I'll need an 'O' in my Potions and Transfiguration NEWTs for them to accept me. Either way, the Ministry isn't exactly happy with me anyway, is it?"

"Eh," she said dismissively. "Why would they even reject you? You have more talent and grit than most of the current Aurors put together."

Harry tried not to blush. "What do you want to do after school?"

To his surprise, Ginny turned pink. "You won't laugh, will you?"

"'Course I won't."

"I was thinking– maybe… you know, I was thinking of trying out for professional Quidditch. I know it's stupid, more of a hobby, and I need to choose some realistic caree–," she said in a rush.

"You're rambling, Gin," said Harry. "I don't think going pro is unrealistic for you," he said sincerely.

"Really?"

"You're the best chaser I've ever seen. You have a great aim and you don't panic easily. You're really passionate about it. It's much more than a hobby to you. You'll do great as a professional player. Any team will be lucky to have you."

Ginny smiled a beautiful smile that made Harry's insides flutter like an overdrive snitch.

"Thanks, Harry."

[raedear]

“You’re very lucky,” Andy said, “that I’m much too old and mature to lock the two of you into that rehearsal room and not let you out until you figure it out.”

'You’re very lucky,' Andy said, 'that I’m much too old and mature to lock the two of you into that rehearsal room and not let you out until you figure it out.'

'I know,' Joe groaned, grinding the heels of his hands into his eyes. 'I don't know what to do, Andy. He won't let me apologise and I keep saying the wrong things. I'm just making it worse.'

'What did you do to him?' Andy demanded, shoving at his shoulder until he looked at her. 'He said something melodramatic but never actually explained. Tell me.'

'I—it's private.' Andy looked less than impressed. Joe tried again. 'Private to Nicky. I don't—I shouldn't—'

'Don't tell me his feelings then. Tell me what you did.'

'I...' Joe sighed, and dropped his head so he wouldn't have to meet Andy's eyes anymore. 'I broke his heart, I think. I definitely hurt him deeply.'

Andy had a way about her. A set to her face, or her shoulders. Maybe something in her eyes. Whatever it was, she turned it on you, and you had no choice but to tell her all your secrets.

Joe was absolutely not immune. The whole terrible story poured out of him like poison from a wound. He tried to avoid speaking for Nicky, or guessing at his feelings, but there was no guessing at "I love you", or "the first boy I ever thought I loved". Nicky's words had haunted Joe for years, and it had only got worse with every new agonising conversation they had.

Andy watched him impassively the whole time, no judgment or feeling on her face at all. It made it harder, somehow, to keep his own face straight. Joe told her all the worst parts of himself, and had to fight to keep his voice even. His eyes burned with the threat of tears that he refused to give into.

'It's a bit of a mess, Joe,' was all she said in the end. But she reached out and took Joe's hand, and squeezed, and he squeezed back gratefully.

'I know,' Joe said again, quiet and pained. 'but I don't know how to fix it. He won't talk to me about anything other than our repertoire. I don't even know why we couldn't rehearse today, he just told me no when I asked.'

Andy glanced at the calendar on the far wall of her office, and her mouth made a little o of understanding.

'Nicky's busy on Wednesdays,' she said simply, like Joe should have known all along.

He didn't even bother asking, just raised an eyebrow at her and spread his hands wide like, what?

Andy shrugged at him, and heaved herself to her feet off her low, squashy couch.

'Nicky volunteers on Wednesdays,' she said, digging through the drawers of her desk for something. 'He never misses it. He—aha, I knew I had it.'

Andy handed Joe a half-crushed leaflet and then dropped heavily into her desk chair. Andy did everything with grace, but never with elegance if she could avoid it.

Adopt a Musician! The leaflet offered in cheerful red comic sans above pictures of smiling children. It also said 2015, which made Joe raise an eyebrow again.

'It was supposed to be a one time thing to get children involved with the royal academy,' Andy said, kicking her feet up onto her desk. 'But Nicky wanted it to continue, so now he volunteers at the high school nearby every week. He's mentoring three kids right now, I think.'

'He's teaching them piano?' Joe asked, peering at the leaflet like it held all the secrets Nicky refused to share with him.

Andy nodded, slowly. 'It's more than that, I think. It's... It's not a great school. We do outreach in a few ways to try and help, and we have specific instructors for that. Nicky just took it so personally though. He met some kids, took a liking to them. One of them is in her last year at the academy now, Nicky drags me out to see her every time she has a show.'

Something in Joe's chest ached.

'He does this every week?'

'He loves it,' said Andy, smiling. 'He says the kids just need a friend, and he's happy to do it. He brings something out in them, it's nice to see.'

At the word friend, the ache in Joe's chest cracked open.

'That's lovely,' he said, and if his voice was rough, Andy was kind enough not to comment on it.

edit: now here on ao3

[theluckywizard]

7 Snippets; 7 Mutuals

Thank you for the tag @samseabxrn 🥰

Tagging @nirikeehan, @monocytogenes, @delicatefade, @crackinglamb, @melisusthewee, @kiastirling, and @zenstrike I don't actually have 7 WIPs, I have three! So I will pull from those and some published fics!

Kiss Me Moonstruck (WIP, m!Hawke x Trevelyan matchmakingmoms!AU fic, DA2 Era)

(Leandra & Garrett Hawke) “Actually quite the opposite. She seems to reject everyone.” “Well that should make this easy then!” he cries, delighted to be free. In truth, pine as he had for Aveline for so long, Garrett is ill suited to the institution and hasn’t the time for a wife. Least of all some fussy noblewoman who will bury him in unreasonable expectations. And of course she’d make him be fussy right along side her at fussy parties with fussy guests and fussy little canapes. Perhaps the canapes might not be quite so bad. But, no, a fix up could not stick. There was that dream he'd had after all, one he is sure foretells of something deep and squashy and abiding. He holds affection for it like an old, batty friend that continually prods him into abandoning the constraints of reason.

In the Shattering of Things (Cullen x f!Trevelyan, Hawke x f!Trevelyan, DA:I)

(Rose Trevelyan x Vivienne) “Your feelings have always been close to the surface, Rose,” she says. “In spite of the disadvantages it presents, I find it rather endearing.” I snort softly. “Endearing. If only that were useful to me somehow.” “It’s made it easy to determine that I can safely rally behind you,” says Vivienne. “After so long in Orlais straining to determine who to trust, it’s been rather refreshing at your side.” “You’re buttering me up,” I say, amusement turning my lips. “Only a little, darling,” she says. “If for no other reason than to demonstrate that our interests remain aligned.”

A Splinter of Light (WIP, Hawke x f!Trevelyan, Trapped in Future Nightmare!AU, DA:I)

(Rose Trevelyan & Dorian) He was correct, of course. She was a mistake. She still is. The water is cold enough to leave her searching for breath, her nerves screaming about what a danger it was. She can see the outline of the water logged skiff against the unnatural green luminosity of the sky, an alien haze obscuring Satina and its sibling, but it was risky to go to it. If the enemy can see it they could scoop them up. “What’s the plan this time?” asks Dorian through clenched teeth, bobbing low at the surface as he struggles to keep his head above water. His panic is warranted though unhelpful. “Survive,” she spits, equally unhelpful, bitterness skipping across the water at him like a stone.

Kiss Me Moonstruck (WIP, m!Hawke x Trevelyan matchmakingmoms!AU fic, DA2 Era)

(Rose Trevelyan & Garrett Hawke) She stumbles out of the mess of dancers again, this time before him. “I’ve half a mind to make an utter fool of myself with the Nug King,” she says with a rapturous smile, tumbling into his lap and cupping one of his cheeks with a grog-emboldened hand. He reaches up to push a strand of her hair off her freckled forehead, noting the intensity of the Sip-Sip on her breath and then curses his blazing friends. “Maybe three quarters a mind,” she adds. “Lucky for you, I’m sober enough to stop you,” he says, perfectly serious and yet smiling helplessly. “You’ll thank me tomorrow.” “I— don’t think I will,” she says, and closes the gap between them for a kiss. A jolt of panic streaks through him, and then the softness of her lips against his silences it, a quiet thrill slipping in its stead.

In the Shattering of Things (Cullen x f!Trevelyan, Hawke x f!Trevelyan, DA:I)

(Cullen x Rose) “Prepare yourself for something truly pathetic,” I warn him. Cullen smiles as wide as he ever does, his dimples two little knots of joy in his cheeks and he shakes his head. “I would never hold you up to any sort of learned standard,” he insists. “You’re a beginner. And there’s no shame in that. I was a beginner once too.”  “When you were a boy!” “It doesn’t matter. Don’t concern yourself with me . I have nothing but admiration for you,” he says, his bright cheeks a confession on their own.  “For the moment! Give it a half hour!” He’d spent the first part of our time together this morning sharing stories from his early days as a young templar recruit. Comical accounts of miserable hazing he’d experienced at the hands of the older recruits moved into a rather granular lecture on the fundamentals of swordsmanship as we approached the the sparring ring, none of which took root inside me. 

The Boy Who Talked too Much (Alistair x f!Cousland, DA:O)

Alistair is impulsive, but Elissa’s directness calms his wildly short attention span until it’s anxiously fixed upon her, slowing his decision-making to a comparative crawl. In the absence of impulse, he takes a calculated risk, folding together a rationale from her repeated morning visits and their openly flirtatious dynamic that fuels his courage. He reaches a big paw up to her cheek, the flat part of his thumb brushing across her skin gently. Elissa grins, smacking him lightly on the chest. “Do you want to kiss me?” she asks pointedly, challenging what little gumption he’s mustered. He pulls his hand away, reaching for jokes to bury his embarrassment. “Kiss you? No, no. Eugch. Mouths. Awful things aren’t they? Just festering traps full of yesterday’s food. And teeth . Odd, don’t you think?”

In the Shattering of Things (Cullen x f!Trevelyan, Hawke x f!Trevelyan, DA:I)

(Garrett Hawke x Rose Trevelyan)

I bounce on my heels and nibble my chapped lower lip and stare at the deeply weathered boards of Hawke’s door. I knock, fixating on the bleached gray striations and crackled pattern of the ancient wood, anxious without a clear purpose for my visit. He wasn’t at the rest or the training grounds. And I just have to see him. The door opens halfway. Hawke peers around it, his hair untied and unkempt, his brawn buried under a chunky knit Fereldan style jumper in undyed wool, the kind I’ve seen worn by farmers and fishermen. Hiding away his fame and luster under the man he wants to be. “Rose,” he says, genuinely surprised. The shock quickly disappears under a charming grin but not quickly enough. “Here to drop me on the floor again?”

[alfi-always-writes]

22. “your hands are freezing!” with rottmnt disaster twins would be so cute!

Maybe with Lee!Leo and Ler!Donnie

Arm(chair)ageddon

Summary: Movie night can't just be a movie night, and Leo needs to be taken down a peg (but you didn't need me to tell you that).

Author's note: This was so fun to write! Thank you, anon, for the lovely prompt from this list! We love some disaster twins chaos! I hope you all enjoy! (Also, not planned, but posting some lee!Leo content on @leosmasktails's birthday just seems so right. Happy birthday pal!)

Warnings: Just tickling, so please don't read if that isn't your jam!

Word count: 942

22. "Your hands are freezing!"

Despite all of the complaints and fussing, Splinter still wouldn't budge on replacing his comfy armchair with a sofa big enough for everyone to fit on. "But we don't have to replace it, we just want a couch as well!" No matter what tactic they used to ask, or how much Mikey gave the classic puppy eyes, their father just wasn't interested.

Therefore, the rules remained as they had always been: Whoever sits down first gets the chair, and if they leave for any reason, the chair can be claimed by anyone else.

Sure, maybe it would make more sense to alternate who sits in the chair every night, but that would mean Leo would have to sit on the floor more often than not.

And, well, that just wasn't an option.

"Gather around, children," he said with the arrogance of someone who hasn't sat on the floor for the past seven movie nights.

Mikey, who had just narrowly lost the couch to Leo this time around, sat beside Raph on the floor, just to the left of the squashy armchair. He stuck out his lower lip in a pitiful pout. "This is so unfair!"

Raph rubbed the back of his littlest brother's shell, giving Leo a look. "Yah know, Leo, it wouldn't kill you to give someone else a turn. I want—er, Mikey wants a chance!"

"He'll get his chance," Leo said, swinging his legs over the right arm of the chair, "When he earns it fair and square."

Donnie was sat on the floor to the right of the chair, scrolling through his phone. "Angelo, don't listen to him. It's not even that good of a seat, it smells like dad." Donnie was, notoriously, the one who sat in the chair the least.

"Sorry, what was that, DonTon? It's hard to hear you from all the way up here."

"Just play the movie."

Raph started the movie of Mikey's choice, which predictably pulled him out of his mopey mood. Donnie continued to scroll through his phone, as they had all seen this movie upwards of fifty times. They all practically memorized it and, though it was a superb movie, it was still the same ninety minutes.

The light from his phone caught Leo's attention. The blue-banded brother was trying to find something to do aside from quote the whole movie by heart. They were only halfway through at this point, and Leo couldn't fathom sitting still for another minute. He swung his foot, managing to kick the phone out of Donnie's hand and to the ground with an amusing thunk.

"Leon," Donnie whispered, as to not interrupt the movie, "Watch it."

"Watch wh—the movie? Oh yeah, I am watching it, great flick." The shit-eating grin was audible in his tone, causing Donnie to nearly pull a muscle from rolling his eyes so dramatically.

Then the idea struck Donnie. Normally he wouldn't resort to such childish measures (yes he would), but the floor was cold and his phone was at two percent, so he gave in to the temptation. After all, if the winner leaves the chair, it's fair game. And Donnie wanted that sweet, sweet cushiony seat. With that in mind, Donnie placed his hands on Leo's calf, eliciting a strangled gasp from the red-eared slider.

Leo pulled his leg away quickly. "Your hands are freezing!" he whispered, as loudly as he could without disturbing Mikey and Raph.

Donnie grabbed Leo's other ankle before the brother could pull it back as well. There was a moment where eyes met and Leo knew that, through no fault of his own, he was in trouble.

"Leave me alone."

"I didn't think you knew the meaning of the phrase, Nardo," Donnie said quickly, scritching his fingers against the bottom of Leo's foot.

The reaction was immediate, Leo convulsed in the chair, fighting to pull his foot out of Donnie's grasp while also holding back his hysterical laughter. He covered his mouth to keep the giggles at bay, while trying to kick Donnie away with his free leg.

"Nardo, watch the movie, this part is very serious," Donnie said with a straight face, squeezing Leo's calf and ducking to avoid the flailing leg.

Leo's resolve lasted until Donnie snatched the other leg out of the air, holding his ankles in a headlock while he expertly scribbled his fingers across the bottoms of both feet. Peals of loud laughter echoed through the lair, stealing Raph and Mikey's attention from the movie.

"Sorry guys, he's acting up tonight," Donnie said nonchalantly, as if he wasn't tickling Leo within an inch of his life.

"Dohohonnie yohohou suhuck!"

"At least I didn't ruin movie night."

Leo slid onto the ground, trying to crawl to freedom with whatever strength he could gather. Donnie pulled him back, now squeezing both of Leo's knees.

"Lehehehet gohoho, cheheheATER!"

"Never! The supremely comfortable chair will be mine!"

"In y—HAHaha, yohohour dreams!"

"Uh, guys..." came Raph's voice, halting Donnie's attack so all eyes could turn to Mikey, standing on the arms of the chair victoriously.

"I... am... THE ALL-TIME CHAMP!" he proclaimed, dropping down into the chair with a bounce and a squeal of excitement. Donnie pushed Leo away with a loud groan, and Raph gave Mikey a thumbs up.

Leo, still panting, stared at the dirty floor. There was no way he could go back to sitting on the cold ground, not after living in luxury for so long. If he couldn't have the chair to himself, he could settle for generously sharing it with his beloved baby brother.

"Mikey, have I ever told you that you're my favorite brother?"

[starbies-hellhole]

Foldy: okay squashy cherries! The first person to meet is.. *checks list* "starbie".

Ellis: who's that?

Ruby: maybe she's candy?

“I have been called *TWO* DIFFERENT TYPES OF CANDY”

“WHY MEE-“

[oculusxcaro]

🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests?

I know you don’t reblog this but I wanted to send ya one!

munday asks! (unprompted but still cool!)

Not a problem at all, I'm actually flattered you sent this in! Truthfully I feel like a very boring person hence not doing a lot of munday stuff but since you asked, I'd be happy to talk about the silly little things I do! There's the usual stuff like reading, cooking and walking the dog but one obscure thing I like doing? Finding stuff while out on long walks.

Here's something I actually found today while walking to town to get some pinkies for R.orschach! This poor squashy Donatello had been dropped into some leaf litter close to the bus stop so I took him home and gave him a good soaking in some warm water and washing up liquid. Cleaned up a treat after that and now I don't know what to do with him. I've found quite a few things over the years since there are a lot of touristy places and kids drop shit all the time so here's a small collection of stuff I've taken back home after such finds.

No idea who the little girl is, maybe a rubber Anna from Frozen? There's a type of seadragon thing, a Winnie the Pooh spinning head thing with a bunch of different expressions when you press his heart, a plastic mountain lion(?), a hippo with snapping jaws and what I think is a Jurassic World Mosasaurus (even has a glow in the dark skeleton inside!) So yeah, I'm a bit of a packrat and just like to bring things home - pretty rocks, feathers, flowers and cuttings and the stuff kids drop since I'm sure I could donate it to charity at some point but I just like watching the hoard grow at this point. 😅 Keep your eyes open when you go out, sometimes you'll stumble across the most unexpected things!