#me yesterday: i'm gonna write SO MANY short fics

[firstelevens]

33 for Tyrone/Tandy from the new TS prompts list, please ⚜️

33. they'll judge it like they know about me and you

this is a Ty/Tandy entry from the Formula One AU, set around chapter 4 of the fic because I'm a sucker who can't walk away from things I love

“Tyrone fucking Johnson, do you even know how to answer a text message?!”

Ty startles, his head immediately whipping around towards the doors, where his very pissed off best-friend-and-maybe-more stands glaring at him.

He winces, scrambling to his feet as she stalks over. He vaguely notices Bucky’s surprise at Tandy’s entrance, but he’s too busy explaining himself to her to bother addressing Bucky’s confusion.

She looks furious, but by now Ty is fluent in the many moods of Tandy Bowen, and he can tell the difference between anger over something stupid he did and anger because she was worried about him. He still lets out a soft ‘oof’ when she throws her arms around him, but that’s more for show than anything else.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into her hair, squeezing her as tightly as she’s holding him. “The stupid charger didn’t work last night and my battery died in medical and I didn’t know how to tell Chase to tell you without making it obvious that…”

He feels her nod into his chest and makes the decision to ignore the slight tremble in her shoulders for now.

There’s a loud scrape of a chair against stone, and Ty is suddenly reminded that they have an audience as Bucky stands to leave. 

He spares half a thought for how his and Tandy’s plan to keep their friendship under wraps is probably shot, but he can’t bring himself to care all that much right now. There had been a second today when his car was spinning out of control where all Ty had wanted to do was radio in a message to Tandy, just in case he wouldn’t be able to later. Then his car had smashed nose first into a barrier and fried his communications and it had gone from a practical concern to a hypothetical one.

It doesn’t change that he knew exactly what he would say to her if he had the chance. He just has to hope that she doesn’t bolt when he finally gets the words out of his mouth.

He’d had a hunch, but it becomes clear just how worried Tandy was when she pulls back to look at him with tears still in her eyes, huffing as she swipes them away. “They checked you over properly?” she asks, sniffling and looking annoyed about it. “No shortcuts so Victor could get around to lecturing you about wrecking the car?”

“No shortcuts,” says Ty. “And no lectures, either.”

She frowns. “Whatever. He’s still a dick.”

“You’re right,” he says with a laugh, “but I’m fine, T. I promise.”

He’s not surprised that this doesn’t seem to convince Tandy, who takes half a step back—Ty’s arms are still around her waist—and holds up a hand.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Three,” says Ty. “The helmet did its job.”

Tandy is still frowning. “If you say so.”

“I do,” he says, “and so did the medics, and so did the doctor who came through after the medics, and so did Chase’s mom, who’s literally a neurologist.”

Tandy makes a face, but the corner of her mouth lifts a little. “Three opinions is definitely overkill, even for an overachiever like you.”

Ty smiles. “I had to be sure; I knew there was someone in my life who was going to want to triple check.”

“Well, whoever that is, they sound silly,” Tandy says, more to Ty’s shirt than to his face.

“Don’t call my best friend silly,” he says. “She beats up people who are mean to me.”

Tandy snorts, but she still hasn’t moved out of the circle of Ty’s arms, her hands resting flat against his chest.

When she’s quiet for a few long moments, Ty tells himself that it’s time to get what he wants to say off his chest. “Tandy,” he starts to say, “I wanted to–”

“I didn’t like it,” she says abruptly, cutting him off. Ty furrows his eyebrows, but she’s explaining herself before he can ask. “Seeing your car spin out like that. I didn’t– it felt like I couldn’t breathe, watching it happen. Like I couldn’t remember how.”

He finally moves his hands away from her waist, covering her hands with his where they rest over his heart. He wants to reassure her, but he also knows that if he starts talking, he’s as likely to spook her as anything else, and he really wants to know what she has to say.

“It was the worst,” she says, “and I’ve seen some pretty shitty things. I don’t know how people do it, all these spouses who come down to watch the races. I don’t get how you can watch that happen to someone and not hate every second that it could happen to the person you care about. I don’t think it would even be humanly possible if you had to watch something like that from the pit and not the stands.”

There’s a sinking feeling in Ty’s chest, but he tries to ignore it and hear the rest of what Tandy is saying. She’s his best friend before she’s anything else, and he owes her that.

Tandy takes a long, slow breath like she’s trying to steel herself for something. Ty doesn’t know what else to do, so he gives her hands a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

By some miracle, it works. She tilts her head up again so she’s looking him in the eye, and her voice shakes a little as she speaks.

“I was so sure that our plan was going to work out perfectly. That– that you could bide your time at Leone and then you could come to Scuda and it would all work out, but I can’t do it, Ty,” she says, and his heart cracks a little bit.

“It’s okay, Tandy,” he murmurs. “We’re okay. You’re my best friend and I’m the luckiest man in the world for that. You don’t have to worry about anything else.”

As facial expressions go, Ty is expecting to see sadness or acceptance or maybe irritation.

What he’s not expecting is to see Tandy’s big sad eyes go from tearful to completely baffled.

“Wait,” she says. “Wait, wait, wait. What?”

Ty furrows his eyebrows. “What, what? I just mean it’s okay, T. We’re friends and that’s plenty.”

She chooses this moment to finally step away from him, looking incredulous now. “Of course it is!” she says. “But I thought we were–”

“So did I!” says Ty, now just as confused as Tandy looks. “But then you said that you couldn’t do it, and I wanted to respect that.”

“Ty, oh my God, you have got to stop being so accommodating.”

“I know that’s not the lesson you want me to take away from a moment where I was trying to respect your wishes about something.”

Tandy crosses her arms. “Did you wait to hear my wishes before respecting them, or did you just jump right to being self-sacrificing?”

Ty presses his mouth shut. She may have a point, he realizes, and it’s also just unfair how cute she looks when she’s telling him how stupid he’s being.

She huffs. “I have to do everything myself around here, huh?”

“You do kind of have authority issues, so I’m not sure how well you’d take to someone else doing things for you.”

After a moment of pretending to think it over, she nods. “You might have a point.”

Ty shakes his head. “Tandy Bowen tells me I’m right and I don’t even have a working phone to record it.”

“I’ll buy you a tape recorder for your next birthday,” she says. He hasn’t missed the fact that she’s moved closer to him now, almost as near as she was when her hands were pressed over his heart.

“Tandy,” says Ty, because the suspense is ging to kill him. “What were you trying to say earlier?”

“When you and your hero complex were busy jumping to conclusions? That ‘earlier’?”

Ty narrows his eyes at her, but then a smile breaks across her face and he can’t help but give her one in response. “Yeah, that ‘earlier.’”

She takes another steadying breath before looking up to meet his eyes again. “What I was saying was that I don’t think I can do what we planned,” she says. “I don’t think I can be your engineer like we thought I could.”

It’s not what Ty expected to hear, but it still hurts. The entire time he’d been working towards a spot in Formula One, it had been his goal to drive on the track with Tandy in his ear. They would be unstoppable together; he was certain of that. He still is.

“I’m not trying to change your mind,” he says slowly, “but could you tell me why?”

At which point Ty is the recipient of one of the most classic faces that Tandy makes, lesson one in the textbook of the many moods of Tandy Bowen: she looks at him like he’s just asked a question with the most obvious answer in the world, and Ty has no idea what that’s supposed to be.

“Humor me, T.”

“Ty,” she says, and this time it’s Tandy putting her hands in his, “I can’t be your engineer because I’d be fucking terrible at it. Because every time I would tell any other driver to push through and overtake or speed up or drive on bald tires, I would tell you to make the safe choice. I can’t be your engineer because if it had to be a choice between you winning and me knowing that you weren’t going to get hurt, you’d never win a single race.”

Ty’s heart is hammering against his chest and making it very difficult for him to keep all of that banked up hope at bay. “Why?” he manages to ask.

“Because I might be reckless about everything else,” she says softly, “but I– I don’t want to be reckless with you.”

Her hands are shaking a little bit, but she doesn’t look away from him, and all Ty can think of is the hundred ways the world has broken both their hearts, and the fact that they’re still willing to risk that again for each other, and he just can’t be cautious anymore.

Ty pulls Tandy closer by their joined hands, tipping her chin up just a little. Tandy sees where he’s going like she always does and gets there first just because she can, dropping Ty’s hands so she can brace a hand against his jaw, pulling him down towards her. Like most places Tandy has drawn him to, he goes willingly.

Her lips curve up in a smile against his own, and when they break apart, they can’t stop laughing, something giddy filling the air between them.

“So it looks like we’re doing a really good job of keeping our friendship under wraps, huh?”

“We’re basically spies at this point,” says Ty. “The best way to avoid people accusing you and your best friend of a conflict of interest is to kiss them in a public place.”

Tandy looks back over her shoulder at the still-empty patio. “If they see us, they see us,” she says, with a decisive nod. “People talk anyway. Might as well give them something to talk about.”

“What happened to not being reckless?” laughs Ty.

“Some things are worth the risk,” Tandy says primly. Before Ty can feel too flattered about it, she adds, “And by ‘some things’, here I obviously mean ‘the chance to get into the WAGs group chat.’ They know everything.”

And Ty means to give her a flat look in response, he really does, but then he sees the pure delight in her face as she teases him, and he’s not sure how he’s supposed to do anything except smile back at her when she looks at him like this.

[deepperplexity]

Prompt 4. Sharing [C1]

Pairing: Turpin x Fem!Wife!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Turpin's House

A/N: Time for my fav Rickman character to take the spotlight - I realise it might be a little frustrating to not have each long fic as a whole but I'm working with set prompts (like everyone else 😅) so we will be jumping a bit between the stories but I hope - since it's such a short time between parts - that you'll manage, darlings 🙈❤ Anyway, we are gonna have another slightly darker story going but I do promise we will have a HEA even if it'll be a bit of a roller coaster getting there. I'm such a sucker for Angst and Hurt in my fics that I just can't resist - especially when Turpin is so perfect for this 🙈🤭❤ I don't know how long this one will be though, might be 2 parts, might be 5, we'll have to see 😂 Anyway, I hope December is starting well for you and let's get to the story! 😍👏

IMPORTANT: My plans for this story go in the darker shades! I cannot make any promises as I write as I go for this event but I feel like Turpin's story needs some darkness, amidst the fluff and joy of Christmas I want to incorporate some harsher, darker themes as well - he's a dark and complex character after all so I'm just giving a possible heads up here at the very beginning. No promises, but many possibilities 🙈

Tags/TW’s: Emotional Hurt/Harm, Fear, Physical Grabbing/Hurt, Emotional Hurt/No Comfort (yet), Harsh Dialogue, Hating Christmas vs Loving Christmas, Pettiness, Longing, Fear Of Abandonment, Lacking Communication (not miscommunication)

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 1.6k+

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You were tensing all over. Every muscle was as stiff as the logs in the hearth, crackling within the flames yet their warmth didn’t quite reach you. He glared at you. His cold grey eyes lacked the usual warmth he held for you. To be quite blunt, you hadn’t thought he’d be so opposed to the whole idea — but, there you were, in the middle of an argument you hadn’t imagined would ever occur.

You looked down, avoiding his harsh gaze. “I thought you’d be pleased,” you said quietly. “Pleased?” “Yes, Richard. I thought—” “You thought wrong. Christmas is a foolish holiday, worth nothing to me. The opposite, in fact.” You bit your lip, the coldness of his words too hurtful when you adored the holiday with all your heart and he'd never spoken in such a manner to you previously.

You glanced toward the tree you had only half decorated when he came home. Everything else in the house was done, the garlands and curtains, the mistletoe in the hallway arch and the new green candle sticks, the little Santa village atop the mantel you had sprinkled with flour to replicate snow, and the little decorations dotted on most flat surfaces — angels and reindeer, miniature trees and Christmas flowers. Some things you’d bought at the market but quite a bit of it you’d found in the attic — why did he have all those beautiful decorations if he wasn’t fond of the holiday?

“I’m sorry, Richard…” you whispered and he sighed deeply, it made you shiver unpleasantly. “It’s-, it’s my favourite holiday.” “You are my wife now, living under my roof, and there will be no holiday cheer or infernal carols. Take it all down,” he snarled coldly before leaving the room with rapid steps, his boot-clad feet stomping harshly. But it’s Christmas… You thought while hugging yourself, staving off the hurt of him speaking so harshly to you. Dismissing you, your feelings, all of it with not so much as a chance for you to ask why. “I won’t let you take away Christmas,” you whispered to the empty room.

***

You woke up in the guest room, having neglected to sleep in your bed — next to your husband. You hadn’t done what he asked yesterday, all the decorations remained where you had put them, and as you made your way down to the drawing room you were met by the half-done Christmas tree. He’s not taking Christmas from me. I won’t allow it. Never had you gone against his wishes before, not since you married the man during the early summer of that very year. He had truly not asked anything extraordinary of you, though. Not many wishes to go against, truth be told.

You finished decorating the tree, placing all the gifts you had hidden away in the attic previously under its branches weighed down by far too many decorations. Had he not been so cold toward you, so disrespectful of your love of Christmas, you wouldn’t have gone all out. Now, well, now you did. The tree was nearly tacky in its sparkling, glittery, golden galore.

“There, last one,” you said and stood back to look at your work. “He can be a grump everywhere else, but I’m celebrating Christmas. No matter if he likes it or not.” “You ought not do such a thing, me lady,” came the voice of the maid. It startled you. “It’s Christmas, Miss Lowel. I’m going to celebrate it.” “Yes, me lady, but do not say I didn’t warn you.” “Warning heard, and ignored.” “You are most brave, me lady.” “What’s he going to do? Throw his wife out on the street?” you laughed at your own words, he was some sort of a gentleman after all. Miss Lowel, however, only lowered her eyes and left the room. Would he?

***

Richard never came home that evening. You sat in the drawing room, surrounded by the cosy decorations while reading a book in the warmth of the fireplace, when the clock struck ten. “Where is he?” you murmured and snapped your book shut. “Is he working late again?” You sighed and got up, heading toward the bathroom to clean up before it was time to sleep.

As you brushed your hair you wondered if you should sleep in your shared bedroom or take the guest room again. You decided on the latter, not wanting to share a bed with someone angry — your grandmother always said it was bad to share a bed with anger. She meant one should always talk and solve things before going to bed, but, same difference. You didn’t quite want to admit to the strange sensation of worry and longing that had begun to unfurl within you, doubts about whether you’d made the right choice slithered in as the night enveloped the world. You fell asleep nonetheless, half shivering under the heavy cover lacking your husband’s warmth.

“You disobey me,” Richard snarled and you jolted awake. Sitting upright with the cover pooling around your waist, your nightshirt did little to ward off the sudden chill of the cold room. “Richard?” you asked, half disoriented by the sudden awakening. He glared at you from beside the bed, with barely any light in the room his eyes looked like pits. “You disobey me, in my own house ,” he snarled and grabbed your upper arm, jerking you close with a too-firm grip.

Your heart jumped into a gallop within your chest, your body stiffening while your hand reached out to try and remove his fingers squeezing your biceps too harshly. “I told you to take it down ,” he seethed. “Richard, stop, you’re hurting me,” you whimpered while pushing at his hand. He bent forward, your noses nearly touching, and your breath seemed lodged in your throat. His harsh features appeared set in stone, his mouth barely a line with his lips so tightly sealed and his jaw clenched. He had never looked at you like that, pure anger and something far more dreadful creeping underneath it — something that pulled at your heart fiercely. 

“Take, it, down,” he said, nearly punching out each word. “N-no,” you whimpered, cinching your eyes shut. “I will not, it’s Christmas.” “It is my house,” he snarled and jerked at your arm, drawing a winching sound out of you. “It-, it’s mine too,” you whispered while tears began to roll down your cheeks. Fear, hurt and pain spurring the reaction you tried to quench. “You have nothing of yours,” he declared with frost in his thunderous roll of a voice. “ Nothing is yours.” “We share this marriage,” you said quietly, barely able to get the words out. “We share our life, and our home,” you continued and dared look up at him as he stood bent over you, each part of him seemingly held taunt. “Sharing,” he seethed, “is not what we do, wife . I own everything, including you.”

His hand released you with another jerk, forcing you to fall backwards while he straightened to his full, imposing height. Your heart ached and hammered, your cheeks wet with tears while your body quivered, your hands trembling. The way he spoke had fear streaking through your veins, your exchange with Miss Lowel still fresh in your mind — would he throw you out on the street over Christmas decorations? The hurt pushed hot anger through you, the fear like oil atop a fire.

“You do not own me,” you said, fisting your hand while glaring up at him. “I do not own you either. Marriage isn’t ownership, it’s sharing.” He smirked at you, but there was something devilish about it. Something dangerous. “Sharing?” he said. “In the same manner you thought to take all the freedom to remind me of the most horrendous of holidays? Sharing, as in taking the liberty to completely alter my one sanctuary without so much as a word with me beforehand? Sharing seems to be all, about, you,” he seethed while his hands fisted and his shoulders stiffened.

As he turned harder, colder, your heart ached and your shoulders slumped. Your bottom lip trembled, your tears flowed with more intensity as his words sank in, stabbing at you from all directions with the declaration of how selfish you had been. You had assumed he’d be happy, had assumed you could celebrate in a manner you saw fit, you even assumed he loved the holiday like all else did. It was Christmas, who didn’t love the most jolly of holidays?

Have I-, have I hurt him? The thought made your chest ache, for as you looked closer now that your eyes were more adjusted to the little light coming from the hallway you saw less of the anger he radiated and more of the hurt he was endeavouring to hide underneath it. You had, indeed, caused him emotional harm. It was written in his eyes as the dark pits turned to grey clouds. I hurt him…

“Richard, I’m—” “I shall return after Christmas.” “What?” “You shall have all your holiday cheer, wife , but none of me,” he snarled but the anger now sounded far more like pain. “Merry Christmas,” he continued with a seething sneer that just barely allowed the hurt to be heard, and then he stormed out of the room while you tried to grasp the fact he was leaving you until Christmas would be over, and it was only the fourth of December.

“Richard! Wait!” you called out, stumbling out of bed, your foot snagging on the cover, sending you plummeting into the lush carpet below with a thud and a hiss as your forehead slammed into the hard wood below while his footsteps receded down the stairs beyond the hallway. “Richard,” you said while scrambling to get up, “wait!”

…To Be Continued…

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A/N: Uffh, such a cliffhanger there 👀 I'm trying to preserve my sanity so I'm not endeavouring to write 5k+ fics or the like each day - I hope you understand 🙈❤

I do think I'll be doing some short one-part fics too during this Rickmas but I'm taking it day by day so we'll see what happens - tomorrow I'll be continuing our Brandon story though! The prompt is perfect for it! 😍👏 Also, want to say an extra thank you to all who's shown they're here, reading my writing - it means so much and I'm really grateful ❤

Q: Do you tend to read more Christmas/winter stories during the holidays? (fanfiction or original works) A: I have never really followed the seasons in my reading beyond Rickmas - I'm a complete mood reader so it really doesn't matter what's going on around me, what I'm in the mood to read I'll read 😂

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[averyhotchner]

Avery's TopGun:Maverick recs pt.2

alrighty, almost 3 months later, here is my list of favourite TopGun: Maverick fics that no one asked for. like last time, it's mostly hangman, rooster and a bit of bobby boy. but i am slowly starting to fall for mickey and coyote.

please make sure to follow the age limit set by the writers!

jake "hangman" seresin

Fuck: The Universe (mini-series) by @roosterbruiser

okay maybe this is recency bias, because i did read this whole mini series yesterday and today, but still. it checks all the boxes, and of course i love the trope of jake is an ass to everyone but his girl, who also happens to be way better than him. also part 7 cracked me up.

real friends (series) by @starlightstories

i read real friends then found fuck: the universe, and i realized i really really really like the loverboy jake grumpy reader trope. i have no shame.

hey stupid, i love you (one shot) by @callsignseagull

okay this fic is very personal to me. i genuinely felt like the reader in this fic because i'm going through a very similar thing right now, and it tamed so many of my insecurities. i can't wait to reread soon!

loving you is... (series) by @demxters

guys frat hangman. that's all.

sleepy baby (series) by @discount-shades

the lengths at which this man goes just to find his princess, goals.

Where I'm From (one-shot) by @sometimes-i-write-good

sweet man jake, back at it again stealing hearts

Minimal Losses (series) by @ohtobeleah

this series and the rooster prequel NCIS ARE SO GOOD. im a sucker for this shit.

Sweet Nothings (series) by @sweetlittlegingy

yup! yup! yup! make sure you get your blood sugar checked before reading this because it's so damn sweeeeeet

Seeing Red (series) by @call-sign-jinx

picture this: its 2015, you're on wattpad and every single fic is a social media fic. but THIS? this is everything. the amount of work that goes into making a single text screenshot, not to mention the plot! its truly incredible and had be crying, laughing and sitting on the edge of my seat. i can't praise this series, and the other fics in this universe, enough.

yours (one-shot) by @theharddeck

this one... yeah its cute. but its down right sinful as well

bradley "rooster" bradshaw

I Will Always Love You (one-shot) by @amysteryspot

this one is short and sweet and honestly made me cry while eating my blt quarter pounder.

Pamper Night (on-shot) by @dagger-wren

okay this fic started as a cute little date night/self care night fic. BUT THEN, the ending had me falling in love with this dysfunctional squad. of course rooster and his girl are mom and dad, like who else.

Eat It, Twilight (one-shot) by @fandomxpreferences

okay i know this is a hangman fic, but i dont care. the rooster bff part was what i loved the most. also the plot is highlarious, and its probably because i was high when i read it, but still. chefs kiss.

Terms of Endearment (series) by @ohtobeleah

this series will be the death of me. each time a new chapter gets released im holding my breath on whether its gonna be all angst or all fluff. but either way i know its beautifully written.

And They Were Roommates (series) by @starryeyedstories

this. its hilarious and i cannot wait for more!

robert "bob" floyd

Christmas Gift (on-shot) by @call-sign-jinx

one of the most common bob fics i see is him with a teacher, and honestly i love it. who else would be as sweet and as patient as this man. i have the utmost respect for anyone who works in education, ESPECIALLY those who work with kids under 13. anyways, love this fic.

King of My Heart (one-shot) by @croimilis

dunk bob is the sweetest person ever!

Apple pie (mini-series) by @andorskenobi

the warning is very real, pls take it seriously <3

honorable mentions:

@sunlightmurdock @callsignvalley @toms-gf @make-me-imagine @callsignsaturn @madsnowstorm @jupitercomet @katsu28 @sehnsuchts-trunken @roosterforme (literally anything emily writes will be on a rec list i make)

i just wanna send my love to all the writers on this platform. whether you're just posting your first fic, or just finishing your 5th series, i appreciate you so much. i don't always have the time to comment and i'm dumb and don't understand how to reblog efficiently (working on it), but please know that all the effort and time you put in to making these works is truly admirable and i wish i was as talented as any of you.

okay thats all for now. i need to start making these more often cause theres so many i left out, i was just too lazy to scroll and find them.

[welcometololaland]

Pls don't judge banner, I'm gonna come up with something better for the actual fic!

WIP WORKING WEEK DAY 4: WHEN IN ROME AKA EUROTRIP AKA EUROTRASH. I had to do 49 sentences - unsure how many this is but enjoy! Tagging @rmd-writes and @clottedcreamfudge for interest and noting that the first chapter of this mammoth fic is due to be posted in mid to late September. Also, @athousandrooms VERY KINDLY took a commission to do some art for it, so it's coming together like the RWRB fic of my dreams right now! Avengers, assemble!

Henry is being weird. Alex knows this, despite having met Henry fairly recently. He also knows that they’re both completely aware of the fact that Alex was two seconds away from making out with Henry’s stupidly beautiful face yesterday, before Henry had the audacity to swim away from him.

If there’s one thing that Alex isn’t super fucking great at, it’s dealing with rejection. Instead, he decides to be incredibly immature about it.

The previous morning he had practically dragged Henry out of his twin bed, eager to get going on the Azure trail. This morning, he sulks, pulls the covers over his head and refuses to come out, even when it becomes apparent that Henry has gone on an early morning adventure to the local bakery and the bread smells amazing.

Also, Henry has coffee, which is basically vital for Alex’s survival.

Still, Alex can barely stand the sight of Henry – all stupidly soft, blond hair, pink lips and kind blue eyes – because all it does is remind him of how much he’d love to mess him up. In hindsight, Alex can’t quite believe he ever thought he was straight. It all seems so obvious now.

He eventually emerges from the bed and makes his way downstairs, squinting at the sunshine already streaming through the huge wall-to-ceiling windows. This house is kind of insane – definitely the nicest place Alex envisages staying on this trip – and he feels guilty that his first thought was that he doesn’t feel too bad about making Henry stay in a hostel. Without it, he doubts Henry would ever have seen the inside of anything less than a five star hotel, so it was probably character building. 

He has questions, mostly about who the fuck Henry’s grandmother is and why she loves Brené Brown so much, but he can tell Henry is hesitant to talk about it. Alex counts this as a win for his emotional intelligence – something June has in spades and loves to claim Alex completely missed – and wonders whether the Instagram influencers are right. Perhaps travelling the world does change you.

In any case, it’s not changing Alex’s mind on Henry. He’s irresistible and Alex can’t stand the sight of him.

“Good morning, Alex,” Henry says politely from behind the expansive kitchen counter, looking up from his phone as he puts the piece of bread he’s eating down on the plate in front of him. “Sleep well?”

Alex makes a non committal noise in reply and deposits himself onto a bar stool opposite, reaching out to claim the untouched coffee next to Henry’s right hand.

“Wait,” Henry says abruptly, pulling the coffee back out of Alex’s reach. “You can tell me what’s bothering you first.”

Alex scowls. “It’s fucking early and you’re holding my coffee hostage,” he groans. “I need that.”

Henry raises one perfectly arched eyebrow. Alex spirals about it, then wonders what the fuck is wrong with him. It’s an eyebrow. “Then I suppose you’re lucky I bought you one. Come on. Out with it.”

Alex’s under-caffeinated brain goes through a variety of scenarios in a surprisingly short amount of time. He could be honest – he wants to be honest, wants to know why Henry doesn’t want him – but at the same time, he has another three weeks to kill in Europe and if he makes things awkward now he might be alone for most of them. He likes Henry – way more than he cares to admit to himself – and he doesn’t particularly want to give him up.

“Christ,” Henry breathes, drawing Alex’s attention, and when he looks up, there’s a soft expression on Henry’s face. “You look tortured.”

“I am tortured,” Alex protests, leaning into the sympathy. “I’m severely under-caffeinated and if I don’t get my hands on that coffee in the next—”

“You’re impossible,” Henry says, but even as he rolls his eyes, it looks fond. Alex has to bite his lip to stop himself from grinning. The coffee gets passed over without further interrogation.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Make Me Write!

Stole this - layout and all - from @steves-strapcollection and @scarcrossdlvrs

I definitely forgot how much it helped to write silly little drabbles from requests and after yesterday, I ended up writing 1300 words in one go for mechanic Eddie, so it's time to stack up on these!

So here's how it's gonna go:

THE GAME

Send me:

A prompt off of this list linked here or a single sentence of dialogue that you come up with!

The desired rating for the ficlet, from G to E (but keep in mind these are going to be short and E drabbles tend to gloss over a lot of the Good Stuff™)

THE PAIRING

Steddie (I may do this again soon for other pairings, but I have to keep my brain focused on Steddie right now for my chaptered fic, sorry my brain is a cluttered desk at NASA already and can't handle)

THE RULES

You can send as many as you like, within reason! (within reason meaning that if you send a bunch, I may end up sprinkling yours in amongst other requests, and it may take longer to get to them)

I'm accepting prompts until 11:59 PM ET on September 30

[nogenderbee]

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↳ ❝ Letters from Ga ming, Saki and Bee! ❞

Happy celebration to me and @vodka-glrl ! We know each other on this silly little app for a year now and I believe our relationsip is just getting started!

Big thank you to you, vodka for being with me for WHOLE YEAR! And I literally can't wait for our 2nd anniversary to happen! Hopefully we'll think of some better special for that hah

For now, even if this is short and simple, I hope you'll like it as I simply wanted to do SOMETHING for this moment!

I'm literally posting it as soon as I finished writing, without double checking so I really hope it's alright-

❝ Hey there vodka!

Yesterday I looked at my calender to see how I'm doing with my schedule and I realized it's our anniversary! So I made sure I have no pland and am clear for the day, so we can go clebrate somewhere.

I was thinking of going for some dim sum? I know a nice place where we could get it so how about we go there and then on a walk, and we see where our legs take us?

It's always fun adventuring with you and watching sun set down together would be quite an experience, especially after day full of surprises! Because even if I don't have a plan right now, believe me when I say I'll make this day unforgettble for both of us!

Just meet me by our usual spot whenever you ready this letter! I probably won't be far so I assure you won't wait long.

-- Ga ming ;p ❞

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❞ Hello to the one and only vodka!

Can you guess what day we have today? :D

If not, I'm excited to exclaim that today is our first ever anniversary!!

I've been counting days by now and it's finally there! I really hope you have no plans today because I have so many ideas, I don't even know if we'll be able to do them all before the day ends!

I know it's a little old fashion to write a lettter but I thought it might be pretty cute! I even added flowers to it. Did you noticed?

I can ramble about our plans once we meet since my hand hurts just at the thought of writing it all... so just text me once you wake up! I have phone on max volume since the morning for sure so I'll respond in no time!

-- Saki <3 ❞

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❞ Aaaaaand... HELLO VODKA!!

It's not exactly fic format but I hope you like what I did! Let's say I forced asked few characters to write a letter to you to keep the nice feeling of fiction!

This year honestly passed so quickly I haven't even realized it was this long! But I also was, am and most likely will be happy that we've known each other for so long and became so close despite the time that passed! I'm not gonna call it short or long time since it's really up to someone's preferences.

I really hope that we can make some event the next year so I'll probably try thinking of something and writing my ideas! I've also put it in my calender so hopefully the next year we'll celebrate more prepared for this day!

-- bzz bzz Bee! ❞

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no TagList nor affiliation since it's meant for just vodka!

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

The way you write Ingo and Akari's interactions with each other never fails to warm my heart. And after seeing how he is with Rei in oop, I'm so excited to see how Emmet interacts with Akari. And let's not forget how your Cyllene is with Rei, and how she considers him Her Boy. I just love the intergenerational relationships you have going on. Kids deserve to have good adults in their lives, especially ones like Akari and Rei who have had it so rough.

There are... a lot of things I don't like about many interpretations of Emmet in fandom, but one I especially dislike is when he's overly rude or dismissive towards the kids. You avoid that trap neatly, though that's no surprise because the way you write him is one of my all time favorites. That's maybe a bit beside the point though.

In any case, I loved the little prompt snippets you wrote yesterday about Ingo with both Akari and Rei. The one you wrote with Rei was both cool and heartbreaking with how his dedication and care was the only thing keeping him going, all so Rei might have the chance to live. And the one Akari was so sweet and heartwarming, with how gentle his love for her was. She doesn't know it, but Ingo's home isn't a place, like her it's the people he cares about, and she's included in that too now. In this au where he's so close to her, it wouldn't be complete without her there.

WAAAAH THIS IS SUCH A NICE ASK?? THANK YOU?? thank you so much... i'm gonna cry this is so sweet. thank youuuu... i uh rambled a lot about characters and relationships so i'm going to put the rest of that under. a cut i think. contd:

anyway. YEAH re: kids deserving Good Adults. tbh whenever i see a kid on their own in fiction it activates some kind of primal pack bonding instinct in me to protect them, so this is like, vicarious parenting. and i just REALLY like characters who are Good With Kids, it's like one of my fav character traits that makes me instantly love them. and i love all the different ways that can come through, like, like you said, cyllene who isn't so great at saying how she feels but has SO adopted these two. so. yes. this is primarily self indulgent. it all comes back to my love of picking apart character motivations lol

also WHO is making emmet not nice to kids. i'll fight them. i'll duel them in the street right now. why is everyone else so WRONG about my BLORBO. i think- not to Also get sidetracked, lol, but- i think emmet is someone who's extremely straightforward with everything he says, and doesn't back down, but the critical thing is that all that blunt directness and stubbornness is backed by an intense motivation to help and protect others. so that's what i'm trying to channel when he's with rei or anyone else—specifically because he doesn't try to hedge his words or anything, it is so obvious at all times that he Cares and wants to Help. which can be like, intensely validating/reassuring/trust-building. like short and direct and not good at subtlety don't have to be negative asshole-building character traits!! ...but uhh anyway what were we talking about again

ingo ficlets right. YEAHH THANK YOU... i think in comparison to emmet ingo is like. actually good with people, in the sense that he can read peoples' emotions from their words and actions much better, and is very understanding and patient. and obviously he's also driven by that same compassion. trying really hard not to just make this about comparing how i characterize them both ANYWAY. and i am giving him the Parenting Instincts, lol, which, i think he has an immediate reaction of "oh i need to help you" when he sees anyone who's lost/hurt/confused, but it's stronger with kids bc they obviously tend to have less ability to support themselves. so with akari in the adoption fic i keep gesturing towards and Not Finishing, and rei in the ficlet who got separated from his usual crew, he just adopts them very quickly lol. (there's also something to be said there for how i usually write amnesiac-ingo as having a kind of busted self-perception, as we've covered, so he's outsourcing his motivation and desire to continue living to others, which is sort of a Not Great aspect of this, but uhh that's getting sidetracked again)

anyway YEAH!! his home is his loved ones!! yessss exactly!! you have it spot on, i think in that snippet after akari brings it up he does have that thought of, all he has to judge his "home" by is a vague vibe that it was good and he misses it. what if it isn't as perfect as his non-memory thinks it is? what if it can't/won't make space for akari? in which case i think that despite how much he misses it, he would be fully prepared to walk out of it for her. because like you said, his home isn't a place, it's the people!! so if akari can't belong there, then it isn't his home, either. (not that it would ever come to that in reality)

so. yes. as you can probably tell i could go on about this subject forever. just adhd tangent after tangent about kids, and the ways they get treated, and what it says about characters, and character motivations in general, and bitching about how my blorbo gets misinterpreted. but. my point is. this was a very nice ask i am going to print it out and tape it in my diary thank you

[ashes-writing]

sweet emotion pt three | stranger things ; e.munson

A/N ; Like yesterday's post for Gareth's reader fic... This is not where I intended to go with this, not at all. But, I've been kinda giving the boys their little moments -because I can and I want to, so I guess it was just his turn today. Hopefully, you guys are enjoying these.

I promise, the next part is going to have brother sister moments in it for Dustin. Because I do really want to write the after to this, where they're watching movies together at Eddie's place or something...

Seriously, y'all have no idea just how much your feedback means and how much it really makes me heart happy, even if it's just a like or whatever. I'm not picky at all. I'll be honest, most of the time I really don't think anything I do share is gonna like.. go anywhere beyond merely getting out of my head. So when you guys take the time to read it, it blows me away. Thank you. Love you all! -Ashes

Pairing ; Eddie MunsonxHenderson!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; part I - part II can both be found by clicking. It's probably a good idea to go back and read those before this. Or be crazy and read this first then those, nobody's gonna know. The upside down + it's unholy terrors and Eddie's death do not occur here despite it being set in 86. Everyone is age appropriate, btw, reader is 18 and in Eddie's grade so there's like.. a year age gap. This isn't going to be as much of a slow burn as Steve's henderson!fem or Gareth's princess/rich girl!fem because frankly, I feel like maybe it'll be cute if it happens a little quicker (i love him and i'm impatient tbh.)

Tag List ; @musichealsscars @scoobiessnacks @krys-orion @allelitesmut @aries-arcade and @hcloangcls are the only ones on my Stranger Things masterlist. I extend a tag to @rampagewriting --- absolutely ignore if you're too busy or not up to it, no pressure. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; bit of a gross situation with an older woman being gross towards Eddie while he's playing -making him visibly uncomfortable ; it's hinted that this is repeated behavior, with a confrontation to follow between reader and said woman. Uh... there's just a small hint that reader kind of fesses up -without really doing so, the way she feels. Lots of internalization and these two just being touchy-feely and cute.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open -> send me things. [headcanon asks, filth or fluff alphabet only + no wrestling asks ]. I beg. I plead.. The inbox is still open.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

There are more people than you thought there would be and the second you’re standing in the parking lot hugging yourself against the cold wind while Astrid tries and fails to light a cigarette, the more you’re wondering if maybe you shouldn’t have stayed home. Especially when you hear a leggy brunette with a short skirt and a shirt so tight she couldn’t possibly have been able to breathe walks past talking about how she plans on getting railed by the singer in the band tonight. 

Astrid rolls her eyes as the brunette vanishes through the door. “He never even looks at her, where she keeps insisting they’ll hook up is totally beyond me.” she’s shivering and her teeth are chattering, “I’m freezin my tits off, c’mon.”

“I..”

“God damn it, woman. There won’t be that many people here. Most of these,” she gestures to the vehicles crammed in the parking lot of the bar, “Are just guys gettin off down at the factory. They never stay.”

You swallow hard and nod. “If you laugh at me I’m giving you a twisted nipple.”

“Yeah, try it. Then I’m gonna yank your panties so hard they bury in your brain stem, woman.” Astrid laughs, sticking her tongue out at you. “Seriously though.. It’s going to be fine. Totally fine.”

“What if he does want her here though? Like… what if when he told me there was going to be a crowd, that was him trying to deter me?” you drag your hand through your hair and you pace a second or two, pausing to gaze at the flickering in the neon on one of the windows. 

Astrid snorts. “But he said if you got nervous, you could go backstage. Why would he offer that to begin with if he doesn’t want you here?”

You laugh at yourself and take a long and deep breath. “Okay. Alright. Let’s go inside before I freeze the little bit of ass I do have off.”

“Girl.” Astrid glances back at your butt. “You’re just a walking delusion tonight, hm?”

“Ha. Right.” you stick out your tongue. Astrid pushes open the door to the bar and the two of you wander in. The warmth of the room feels better than the wind outside. Astrid catches sight of Gareth and she breaks her neck to get over to him, climbing him like a tree. “Baby. I missed youuu.” she drawls against his neck. And you’re smiling softly about it, shaking your head because you’re just happy for your best friend and Gareth is a sweet guy.

You shuffle your feet and play with the sleeve of your favorite black button up long sleeve. You catch sight of Eddie but he hasn’t seen you yet. Astrid has disappeared with Gareth and you’re not even about to go try to find her. You take a shaky breath or two and you make your way over to the bar to sit on a stool. Someone has Motley Crue playing in the back where some older men are playing pool on ancient pool tables.

You’re scanning the bar and playing with the sleeve edge of your shirt, zoned out. Edgy because your thing with crowds. You’re assuming that Eddie hasn’t realized you’re here yet ,,-or maybe he’s not looking, I mean c’mon, I saw the brunette with the legs and the boobs.” the thought comes just as you catch sight of Jeff peering out from the back. He ducks back inside the back room really quick and you’re just about to get up and walk… somewhere… but before you get the chance, Eddie’s making his way out, the bandana he normally keeps in his back pocket tying his hair back like a pirate on one of your mom’s book covers and all you can do is stare.

That’s nothing new.

You’re brought round from your daze by Eddie’s deep chuckle. He shakes you a little, tilting his head to look down at you in concern. “You’re okay, right?”

You nod to reassure him and give him your best smile. “I’m fine.” your answer is probably too quiet and definitely a slight falsehood but it can be argued that you’re starting to feel just a little more secure because you’re not alone.

“C’mon.” Eddie’s just noticed one of the rowdier old men slip in. One that doesn’t have a problem hitting on a younger girl because he’s let them take him home before. He grabs hold of your hand and starts to lead you towards the back and you’re laughing. He relaxes a little better when you’re away from the front of the bar.

You were trying to spot what was different besides the bandana tonight and then, it hits you. He’s wearing eyeliner. Tight-line, of course. But it makes bright brown eyes really pop, it makes them seem bigger. And you’re staring all over again. You step closer. The jolt that comes when you’re body to body with him has your breath catching in your throat. You bite your lip as you raise up on your toes. “Are you..” you giggle a little, “You’re wearing eyeliner. Holy shit… your eyes.” you bite your lip to make yourself stop talking.

“Hey!” he frowns. “There’s not a fucking thing wrong with eyeliner.”

“No! It’s not that, it just makes your eyes brighter, I swear that’s all I was getting at.” you ramble and then you scowl at yourself and go quiet as soon as you realize you were doing it. Palming your face. Which Eddie grateful for because you can’t see the stupid, goofy grin on his face.

“Thanks.” he mumbles when he finally pulls himself together. You finally manage to get yourself recovered from the fiasco your mouth and brain refusing to work together has created and you laugh softly. “Do you get nervous? When you play, I mean?”

“I used to. Now I just focus on the music.” Eddie shrugs. It’s the truth. The first time they played a gig here, he was out behind the bar throwing up when he saw the slim crowd. Now he’s done it so much and he knows how to focus on the music instead of any nerves he feels.

And as he answers you, he notes mentally that the music isn’t going to be the only thing he’s focusing on tonight. Because you’re here and he’ll be up there, in a trance. Also, he’ll be making sure that one rowdy regular doesn’t get a second alone with you.

Especially not since you’re wearing that one black shirt that hugs your body and the same jumper dress that you wore earlier in the week with thigh high stockings and your combat boots, which you’re wearing again tonight. And cue him, promptly getting distracted. Stepping closer to you. Doing that thing he does that he probably shouldn’t where he’s got his hands on your hips. It honestly seems like lately, there’s a lot of touching going on between you both.

He’s at least ninety percent sure that yours is nearly all friendly and the occasional bout of anxiety even though Dustin swears that it isn’t, but he knows that his reason personally  is just the overwhelming desire to always have some part of his body touching some part of yours.

Especially when there’s a situation happening where you do happen to be a little overwhelmed.

“Dustin said he’d come to watch movies too. I think Mike’s mom was taking them to pick some up when I dropped him off.”

Eddie grins and laughs. “Awesome. They better not get anything lame.” he’s joking, of course but you nod in agreement. “That’s what I told him.”

Then you’re both quiet. And drifting closer together.

Jeff is grinning when he wanders over, reaching out to fluff at your hair, it’s become a thing with the guys because you’re not as tall as they are. Even Gareth is just a little taller than you. And they all think it’s fucking hilarious to fluff your hair or Astrid’s hair.

You stick out your tongue at him and he laughs, turning his attention to Eddie. “We go live in a minute.”

“Gotcha.” Eddie gives him a smirk and a thumbs up. He picks up his guitar and follows the rest of the band out onto the makeshift little stage set up in the front.

You and Astrid make your way out into the crowd and find a place to sit at one of the tables. And almost the second he starts to play Sweet Leaf, you can’t help but gaze up at him and grin brightly, nodding your head along to the song. It’s one of your favorite Ozzy songs of all time. You’re thrashing your head around and having a good time, laughing with Astrid. Forgetting momentarily about the crowd or the way you were freaking out over it a few minutes before.

Up on stage, Eddie’s smiling to himself. Eyes glued to you as he sings and plays his guitar. Watching you smile and thrash your head around, drum the table and just basically bounce in your seat because you’re having so much fun. He’s relieved that you’re not freaking out like you were before he walked out to you. He’s still reeling that you even showed up.

He’d done everything possible not to get his hopes up. But you’re sitting out in the crowd and you’re getting into the music and at one point he even hears you singing along. When he finishes the song you’re on your feet with Astrid, clapping, whistling and laughing.

The brunette that always tries to force herself on him and yells disgusting shit when he’s on stage is there too but tonight, with you being there, it’s so much easier to block her out.

But he’s worried. That you’ll hear her and you’ll be upset or get the wrong impression.

You hear the brunette in the too tight shirt yelling again.

“You realize he’s old enough to be your son, right?” you say it before you can stop yourself because she looks like she’s probably approaching your mom’s age, she’s just… Hot. Like a model on the cover in a magazine. In all the worst ways. All the fake ways.

The brunette must have heard you because she looks right at you. And she smirks. “Aw… is the little baby jealous?”

“Not really, I just think it’s kinda pathetic you’re saying all this shit when you know he’s old enough to be your son. And it’s gross and it’s making him uncomfortable.” you answer with the mildest shrug. Your heart is racing a little, you’re a little nervous because once again, your big mouth has written a check your ass probably can’t cash.

Sensing blood in the water because she sees the way you’re gripping the can of Sprite in your hand, Astrid tugs your sleeve. “After this one we’ll go outside.. So things don’t get bad.”

You nod and smile.

But the brunette’s suggestive remarks turn to downright crude ones and it’s almost as if she’s pushing. Picking at an exposed nerve. And god help you, your jealousy and that hot temper you rightly inherited from Claudia Henderson, those come into play. When you see Eddie cringing at some of the worst shit she’s said, you go to stand.

Astrid grabs your hand and pulls you back down.

“Outside.”

“Yeah,yeah. Okay, alright. Outside.” you mumble.

The band takes a break and Astrid pulls you up, the two of you making a beeline for a door that leads out back of the bar. Once you’re outside, you’re ranting and pacing, letting your irritation at the woman’s behavior be heard.

“It’s just disgusting, I mean.. He’s uncomfortable. It’s pissing me off because I know he’s too damn nice to say anything. But not me. Noooo. I’m going to choke her if she keeps it up.”  you’re so caught up in your little rant that you don’t stop and think about what you’re saying and this is probably why you end up sort of halfway revealing that you feel at least something towards Eddie.

And in the midst of it, two things happen.

One, Eddie happens to walk out. But he stays out of sight because he’s at the van, looking for a string for Jeff because one of the strings on Jeff’s guitar broke during their attempt at Ace of Spades. He can hear bits and pieces of what you’re saying in the alley, it’s not like you’re trying to be quiet. He freezes mid-grab when he hears you tell Astrid that you care about him too much to just sit back and listen to the woman being disgusting. And when Astrid laughs and teases gently, “You mean you love him.. Right?” you don’t really say anything.

Which has him curious. And his mind being the way it is, he takes this a thousand different ways. By the time he’s gotten the pack of string for Jeff, he’s halfway convinced himself that if anything, you love him like a friend.. Or maybe, to make it really awkward, you see him as another brother now, because of the bond between him and your own little brother and the way your mother is always quick to invite him over if she sees him out and about in town.

Because that has to be it… Right?

He can’t even fathom the reality being anything else because he’s just… Not used to good things at all.

Two, the older brunette woman in question happens to walk out and she spots you. And she walks right over. Smirk growing wider with each step she takes. “Only pathetic person I see in there is you. Just say you were jealous because he might’ve been looking at me more than you and go, you little bitch. Don’t you know?” she takes a long drag of her cigarette and blows the smoke right at you and you step away, scowling with your arms folded, “The boys in the band only like the girls like me.”

And yes, it does get in your head. It got in your head earlier in the night when you saw her and heard her in the parking lot on your way in. But right now, that’s not the thing that has you furious. She’s making one of your friends uncomfortable. You’re not stupid, you’ve spent enough time hanging around with and tutoring Eddie Munson by this point to know damn well when he’s not comfortable with something and you could see it in his eyes when she got real disgusting and thirsty during that last song before the break.

“Whatever you say.” you’re dismissive. Smirking. “You don’t actually know the guy, by the way.. If you did, you’d have seen the four or five times he looked like he was about to hurl when you felt the need to tell everybody in the bar what you’d let him do to you.” your fist clenches when she steps closer. You’re a breath away from just slapping the taste out of her mouth and the only thing stopping you is the fact that maybe she’s right… Maybe she is his type. You’ve seen the mags in his room that he doesn’t hide well at all. She does kind of resemble at least one of the women on the cover. And it bothers you just a little when the thought arises. Enough so that you don’t do it, you lower your hand before you go through with it.

Astrid steps between the two of you. Because this isn’t you in a crowd anymore. This is person to person. And you’re one hell of a lot braver -and mouthier, when it’s person to person. Especially when it comes to someone you care about, because you bloodied Carver’s nose not even a week ago because you overheard him saying some really nasty shit to Chrissy when the three of you were in the gym at the same time.

Nobody fucks with the people you care about. These people include your little brother -anyone can ask that little idiot Troy how that went because you scared the living shit out of him once when he made Dustin almost cry, Astrid - an old boyfriend was spreading around disgusting rumors last year and you not only upturned your entire tray over his head in front of everyone but you also somehow managed to sneak out during class and let the air out of his front tire and the back one, then you hid the little caps that went on the valve stems, your mother - she’s seen you stand toe to toe with your father when your father promised to do something and then went back on it, you ripped him a new one because your mom cried because she had to explain to Dustin that his dad didn’t have time to make it to one of his camp events, and then there was the thing with Chrissy and the way you just calmly turned Jason’s entire face for him after you dragged him for everything he was worth. And if the way you’re getting worked up and angry on his behalf is anything to go by, Astrid thinks,  you really care about Eddie Munson, despite the overwhelming fear you feel in even admitting it.

As all this is happening, you have no clue that Eddie Munson has overheard at least half of the whole thing. And he’s now approaching, ready to break things up before they get out of control. And his mind is absolutely reeling because there’s so many different ways to interpret you not answering when Astrid outright said you were in love with him and right now, he’s more concerned about you and getting you out of this than he is grilling you or getting too wrapped up in his own equally pessimistic thoughts.

“Hey, hey. Hey!” Astrid’s snapping her fingers to keep your eyes on her and not glaring a hole through the brunette. The brunette is laughing. “Let the little girl go, by all means, sugar.”

“Oh no, no ma’am.. You absolutely do not want me to do that.” Astrid tells the other woman. “I can assure you, you definitely do not want that.”

“Lemme go, A.” you’re trying to push through the barrier of your best friend’s arm. “Maybe then this bitch will learn to leave someone who’s clearly not fuckin interested alone and stop fuckin harrassing him.”

“Okay, alright.” Astrid lowers her arm and you’re just about to lunge straight at the other woman when you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, picking you up to stand you behind him. Eddie’s got his arms folded and he’s staring down at the older woman.

“Ya know she’s here with me… Right?” Eddie’s calm when he says it. But there’s a certain small hint of territorial that seeps into the honeyed words as he looks at the older woman. “Just gonna put this to rest right now, alright? Just so you’ll finally get it. I was nice before, but..” he twists at the ring on his index finger as he gazes down at it and takes a deep breath, “now you’re messing with her. So I’m not going to be.”

The woman is starting to get what he’s hinting at, but Eddie doesn’t trust her comprehension level fully, so he just says it outright. “You’re not my type. I’m not even interested in you a little, okay? I asked her to come here tonight. Did I ask you to?” Eddie questions.

“You’re a jerk.”

“And you’re a bully.” Eddie says it so calm. “You can go now. I kinda want to have a minute with my girl before I gotta go back up on stage.” and he waves his hand at her dismissively.

The older brunette leaves in a huff and Eddie’s looking down at you with a mixture of concern and amusement. You’re rambling and ranting, and you apologize at least ten times, but he doesn’t care.

It’s one of the few times someone other than his uncle, Gareth or Jeff or even your own little brother as of late, have stood up for him. Without being forced into it somehow.

He’s definitely mind-blown. Touched by it.

“Hey, hey.” he’s got you looking at him now, one hand on your hip and the other on the column of your neck, “It’s okay. I mean it, it’s okay.” he’s trying to reassure you. You take a deep breath and nod, swallowing hard. But he doesn’t let go right away and for a second or two, in the heat of the moment he’s almost tempted to just say to hell with tiptoeing around the way he feels because your lips look so soft and your perfume’s lingering heavy in his nose and it was just so fucking… Hot to watch you get protective just now. But he knows how skittish you are and he knows that he could very well be misunderstanding everything and thus, it’s not a good idea to react the way he wants in the heat of the moment. He settles the overwhelming urge to kiss you by stroking your cheek instead. And he chuckles quietly. “Thank you.. For that. I’ve wanted to tell her to fuck off a while now.”

You manage a weak smile and nod and he can feel your body starting to release a little of the tension you’d had built up. He goes on to reassure you again, “I’m not mad, okay? I mean it.”

“Okay.”

The wind is picking up and it’s time for the band to go back on anyway. Eddie slips an arm around you and leads you back inside the bar where Astrid is sitting in Gareth’s lap at his drum kit. Astrid was right earlier. The crowd has died down a lot. You’re starting to relax a little more.

Eddie spots the rowdy older man eyeing you up and wordlessly, he gives the man a disgusted look as he pulls you closer to him. You lean into Eddie’s side and take a few deep breaths, grinning like an idiot to yourself, grateful that he’s too preoccupied with talking to Jeff about the rest of the set list for the night to actually look down and see you and the look on your face right now.

And if you weren’t already sure you were head over heels in love with him, tonight just cements that. And it’s something that gives you this rush but somehow, it’s terrifying to comprehend all at once.

And all you’re left with is wondering whether you can actually be okay with just being his friend given the way you feel and knowing you’re too scared to make that leap…

[skykashi]

I'm about 30 hours late in saying this, but I can't tell you just how perfect this was 🧡. Over the weekend, I was actually trying to wrangle about eight or nine different plot ideas/oneshots for assorted fic I've been wanting to write for months now. I had thought I might try to use some for Kakashi Week, except none of what I had written really fit the prompts to my liking, and I was just feeling overwhelmed by too many choices (not to mention wanting to finish my current projects, too!).

When I read your comment, the BIGGEST lightbulb went off in my head for how to use team min + time travel to connect all the ideas in a fun and logical way. It was such a rush that I just sat down and typed and edited and drafted for a while, and I forgot to come back to tumblr to tell you THANK YOU!! Not just for pointing out how funny and cute and entertaining this whole thing would be, but also for reading and laughing at my dumb tags and everything! I love seeing your reactions, I'm glad we seem to have a similar sense of humor, and I always look forward to checking your blog and reading your posts. (1/2)

I'm gonna make a blog update about this a little later on, but I just thought I'd give you a bit of a headsup that I'm going to be taking a bit of a break from tumblr/ pulling back from updates and reblogs for a while. I have a short queue lined up, but over the last few days, I realized that tumblr has been absorbing a lot of my energy, and I want to reserve some of that time and energy for creating other stuff. (Writing more is definitely one of the other things). So if I'm not checking in as frequently, don't worry; I'm not losing interest in writing posts or finishing fic or anything. Just doing a bit of rebalancing.

Also, fyi, I spent the first half of yesterday re-reading the first arc of "Abandon." I kind of fell back in love with it after feeling a lot of hesitation and distance from it all summer. So that is where all my writing energy will go next, is to continuing part three, and then finishing part four + five afterwards. After that, probably continuing "Up Against The Wall," and after that, the new one with the Team Minato time travel in it. That's the plan, but I have no idea how long it will take or if I will stick with that order (hopefully not too long). Anyway, thank you for reading, and cheering me on when I'm tired of writing, and going with me and my Team Minato on their sad rollercoaster of emotions. I really appreciate it so much!! 🧡🧡🧡

Shzbvsbjsks I'm so glad you found my silly idea inspiring 🥰 it always strikes me how much Kakashi's personality changed from his kid version to his adult version so I always wondered how team Minato including kid Kakashi would react when they see adult Kakashi shenanigans 😂

It's always sad when one of my favorites blogs isn't as active as usual but it's also very understandable and it's a good thing too that you will get to focus more on writing so hopefully this will mean more new chapters will be coming 👀❤️❤️

And I can't even tell you how much I've missed "Abandon" so reading that you are falling back in love with it is such a great news to me, I can't wait to read everything you have for us, I know all of them are worth the wait 😍❤️

[astrowaffles]

5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55 for the writing ask game

honestly nothing makes me happier than knowing Jammie is always enthusiastic about the ask games

I really appreciate it :D

anyways

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

at least 11.

i only have one unposted wip, and that's the final incident for my megumi & gojo series. i'm gonna miss them.

i have TONS of posted wips that I keep forgetting about; fight or flight, a fluff/chaos thing about baby hakyona; a spontaneous combustion which was gonna be a solangelo long fic but i've kinda given up; wait, what? which is a PJO chatfic; bright eyes (burning like fire) which is an x reader (i am not ashamed); the megumi-is-ill incident which is meant to get a part 2.... it's endless. i'm really bad for giving up on things T-T

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

I go as the mood strikes me. I have several on the go at all times but I normally only actively write for one, but if I get hit by an idea for another i go for that. I usually only write in one-shots nowadays anyway.

15. What's your favourite time to write?

I prefer the morning, but ideas prefer to hit me late at night.

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

Usually I'll write vaguely canon-verse but if I have to tweak something to make it fit what I want - often to make it happier - then I don't mind doing it. I call them UAs (universe alterations).

25. What's your favourite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

Ah. We're meant to have a process? I bash it out and then post it. You can probably tell. There is only Idea, and then Write. My favourite part of that is Write.

30. How much do you edit your fics? Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

I edit as I write, post it, realise something's wrong, edit that a bit, post again, repeat until I can't find any more problems. My writing is usually so short it's finished reasonably quickly.

35. What's your favourite fic you've posted?

The Megumi-Isn't-Breathing Incident. I'm genuinely so proud of it, I reread it yesterday and I honestly think it's the closest to genius I'm gonna get.

40. What is your favourite world that you've created for a fic?

Uhhhhhh, i don't really tend to world build? If I had to pick one I'd pick the world in which iwaoi may or may not be telepathic. never gets old

45. What genre/trope do you tend to write the most?

Family fluff!!!!!!!!! If I've seen it, I've spotted the single father and I've put him in a fic. It's necessary, I promise.

50. How would you best describe your writing style?

Chaotic? Dialogue-heavy? Clearly not proofread? I used to write romance, but then I realised my style really didn't suit it.

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Everyone is always "cuffing the back of [someone's] head" a lot. And rolling their eyes. And bickering. It's always the reluctant character who loves the other one in their deepest of hearts. Like Iwaizumi. He's fun to write.

THANKS FOR THE ASK!

Fic asks

[ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds]

for the fic asks!! <3 hope ur having a phenomenal day my dude

7. Do you prefer to read short fics or long fics?

20. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Hello my friend <333 Today is better than yesterday, so I’ll take that and run with it yknow. Thank you for sending me some of these, I feel like I haven’t done a writing ask game in a minute!!

Fanfic writer ask game here

7. Do you prefer to read short fics or long fics?

Ooooo honestly it depends on my mood and/or how bad the ADHD is sjdhgshdsjdfs. Sometime I want something small and snack-sized, sometimes I want a massive sprawling multichapter fic to give me a reason to get out of bed the next day. It varies! I don’t really have a preference.

20. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Brainstorming probably. Loooove the elation of figuring a particular thing out, stumbling upon the perfect concept, playing out different scenerios, developing and nurturing a thought into something bigger and writeable. Sure, it can be frustrating when you hit a stumbling block. And it's also probably why I have so many fuckin WIPS sjdgshd but it's fun okay IT'S FUN. I love it.

31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Oh man, it’s hard to choose! There are things I love about all of them. Freddy’s fun because he’s just fucking mean, he’s a nasty piece of work, and so he’s a fuckin blast to write. Gabriel May is fun because he’s emotionally constipated and I want to Dom the fuck out of him. I'm sub!Gabriel truther and I cannot be convinced otherwise. Then there’s Amanda………. God I want to put her under a microscope. There’s so much to dissect and explore with her. And not to pat myself on the back, but I also fucking love writing for my OC Roxy. She’s several different flavors of fucked up and I love putting her through the horrors <3

I don’t really think my choice is swayed by my followers/readers’ reactions? Like, of course it’s encouraging when other people like when I write a certain character. But if I have my mind set on writing a particular Blorbo, nobody’s gonna convince me to stop lmao.

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. used to be a party goer lefty eyebag 😅

Well, make sure you don't pull it out or you'll get twice as much gray hair! Besides, if you look good now with your hair color, you'll probably look good when you get more gray.

I was just teasing about you not spoiling anything 😅 I like that you gave us readers a chance to explore the possibilities of what could've happened to Yelena. Same with the Natasha and R portions where you just skipped over the months, leaving it to our imagination and making it sort of free for all to think how they want to.

I kind of feel bad when I do that though, cause it was your story to tell and then me imagining different scenarios for the characters makes me feel like I'm cheating on the author's thought process... does that make sense? Lol

My favorite part with the whole fic is finding out R's past. It gave insight on how they became what they are now. And I like that in stories, cause if that wasn't in the story, I'd keep wondering the whys. I also enjoyed the detail when R was showing Natasha how to get rid of the body.

So with your husband, did you guys stay together for a bit before getting married?

Hey now, I could have asked for more songs but then you'd be writing all night and might have to make 2 to 3 days to post the response...like your stories..hahaha just kidding 🤣 but 600 songs is not that much to be honest.. how many genres of music do you like?

Wild old times huh 😏sounds like a crazy fun summer. But you never got into the pool at all? And you didn't mingle with any pretty girls back then? Cause you know, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas anyways lol

Hm, I'd have to do a rain check on my list. Summer for me was always about bbq on the grill and working lol

Okay next, top 3 songs that was your favorite from your childhood.

-CuriousGeorge

Hello hello old head who cant stay up late righty eyebag!😅

Sorry i fell asleep last night..(the irony after i call u old head who cant stay up late 😅🤣)

How r u today? Whats ur plan for today? I woke up with worse allergy than yesterday..i cant wait to get rid of that tree, i swear.. 😅🤣 i got headache all day yesterday n today i feel shitty.

Haha yeah i hv been pulling those greay hairs n it keeps grow back n i found more. Some of them even look like a silver-ish color of grey so i looks a little shinny when the light hits it.😅😅

Aw thank youuu.. i hope so too but burgundy red n grey r total different color though, so it could have a total oposite look.😁

Yeah sometimes i like to do that, leaving some space or part for people to imagine the possibilities (not pasta-bilities though 🤣)

Yeah i got what u meant with feeling bad about imagining other different possibilites that u have in mind.

Ohhh so u told me the good dark possibility that happen to yelena last night, so it means u hv cheated on my thought's process about the story??🤨 how could u!! I cant believe u do that! *soap opera dramatic scene* 🤣🤣🤣 just kidding just kidding.

Haha true, u can ask for more songs but u only asked 3 but u know what? Im gonna rebel a bit n i will give u another more of the songs that reminds me of summer (on the next answer because i need time to find it.😅)

Also it's not fair, u didnt tell me 3 songs that remind u of summer.. so give me the answer! 😅😆

I like any genres my ears found it good n enjoyable.. except the heavy metal or underground or other type of screaming rock type of genre. It drives me crazy. What about u? Have i asked u what kind of music u like?

Yep it was a pretty fun summer in Vegas. N nope, i didnt go in to the pool besides i think it's gross, i wasnt wearing swimsuit or bikini (dear god, no. 😅). I was wearing short tank top n a thin oversized shirt to kinda cover my body a bit, flipflop n a baseball cap 😅 n i was happy enough to stay at the bar have my drinks n enjoy the view of women 🤭 (in respectful way of course)

I didnt mingle with the pretty women because i was with my friends but i remember a few women smiled at me. But i'm pretty oblivious n i dont know how to flirt or if i flirt. one of my friends, he sometimes noticed n one time he said "how come everytime we r at the club, girls hit on u?"

I was like "what? They did? I dont know" 😅🤣

Well, i made out with a girl in the corner of the club there once.. but not too long because my friends were looking for me n kept calling me. 😅 what happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas. Lol

3 songs that reminds me of my childhood, like when i was a kid? Or teenagers? Or how young? Haha. I didnt really remember my childhood to be honest. U gotta be more specific on this.😆😅

Next question?

Cheerio! (Not the cereal one)

[atxxzist]

If smut is well-written and justified I'm totally into it (unless... I'm not for other reasons), but especially in ETL stories, you have to be careful. Seonghwa and Y/N were already on thin ice, sex would complicate things even more, obviously you could've used it as a plot device, but ultimately I'm glad you didn't.

It makes sense, they're from different worlds for sure, but they're not Romeo & Juliet, so I think they can do it, haha. Also, the opposites certainly attract in their case, after all Hongjoong felt too safe for Y/N and their chemistry just wasn't really there, I'm glad they remained friends though!

I would like to see more of their shenanigans back in university. Is Seonghwa gonna sit next to her? Is she gonna like it? 👀

I've never read any of your stories except Blacklist and I rarely read for other members than Seonghwa - I used to read for San at first - but I'm curious to see more of your writing, which story of yours is your favourite?

Oh, sure can I be 🦔 or 🥦 if they're available - you can choose which one, I don't mind either way!

exactly. which is why i mulled over a smut scene for the longest time, even when it didn't happen in chap 8, i initially said there'll be one for the final chapter just bc i felt something needed to happen between them before i could rlly put a closing to the story once and 4 all. but it's also the eventual realization that they don't need one. and im glad i stuck with that choice; i think it was the right one since they still have so many things to work on.

and u right 😂 after all, with how seonghwa's character is, i believe he will do whatever he want anyways lmao (for the right reasons this time). and yes hongjoong. im glad u brought him up. i wanted to give a dynamic between him and y/n where they really would just b better off as friends. ofc, they got a lot of love for one another, but they also idealized/romanticized the other person in the same way u would look up to an idol, y'know? but with seonghwa, y/n already knows his flaws, his lows, and how stupid he can rlly be; which is what makes their moments all more special when she does like something about him. but with hongjoong, she would have a harder time processing that he's not this dream guy she built in her head. idk if that makes any sense 😭

as for what happens to them post-final chapter, it really is up to the readers' imagination unfortunately. i havent really thought too much about it, but somewhat, somehow, we can say they are endgame <3

as for my other works, i cannot confidently recommend any already existing completed piece bc i am embarrassed about all of them to an extent lmaooo (i am still kind of a new writer to atinyblr). but u will see that i mainly write for San bc he is my bias <3 the only other series i have besides blacklist, is one I wrote for him called push&pull but the outcome of that fic is kinda shitty and i would steer clear. BUT I do have a new series coming out, call Broken though it is for San. Just posted the masterlist for it yesterday, not too long after finishing up blacklist. that would be the only one i'd say u keep your eyes on just if u want to stick around. i've yet to write for it, which is why i hope that when i do, it will turn out okay. i am kind of a fuckboy/badboy lover lmaoooo... u will see that very quick.

and I like 🦔 hehe. it's cute. so thank you again for talking to me, miss 🦔. ur efforts r greatly appreciated. but no pressure! 💖 i also try to keep the response as short as possible, but they always end up being essay-length, im sorry 😭

[rebeccccccaaa]

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ _____________________

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’s!ʙᴇsᴛ!ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs ᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and Buck have always been close growing up but you two soon learn that the line that separates friendly and flirting is a lot thinner than you think.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: fluff, slight angst bc u got a shit bf, big bro vibes from bucky, smut duh [18+ minors dni (slight praise but also slight degradation, marking, belly bulge, squirting, fem!rec oral, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl, slight choking, pet names: darling&princess, i think that’s it lmk plz)]

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hey assholes i'm back for the time being lol. I have a few ideas and fics I'm currently writing right now so do not fret.

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You knew this was a horrible idea. 

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job. 

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside. 

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in. 

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless. 

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief. 

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself. 

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically. 

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit. 

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was. 

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot. 

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening. 

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred. 

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit. 

“I can’t believe you,” you said. 

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought. 

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it. 

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?” 

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms. 

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked. 

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone. 

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you. 

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled. 

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?” 

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment. 

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment. 

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room. 

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced. 

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly. 

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out. 

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit." 

"James," you whispered. 

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.  

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt. 

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front. 

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you. 

Bucky fell in love. 

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material. 

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him. 

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly. 

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly. 

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right. 

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon. 

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening. 

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal. 

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled. 

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times. 

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled. 

“Bucky,” you whined. 

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky. 

“I got you, darling. I got you.” 

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours. 

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew. 

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy. 

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted. 

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned. 

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled. 

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly. 

You like being choked by Bucky. 

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips. 

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again. 

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled. 

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum. 

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet. 

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body. 

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room. 

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away. 

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast. 

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him. 

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever. 

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled. 

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him. 

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When He Loved Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: My first fic and it's angst that came into my head around 3am. I've always wanted to write fics, but I didn't like how I wrote and I was embarrassed. First time writing for others so I tried to keep away from using just she/her pronouns, but if that's what you'd like just lemme know

I can write for other fandoms, and imma make a list of the fandoms I like bc I have so many I forget. I'll also add some other things if it interests me. Not comfortable with nsfw just yet so apologies. Anyways, enjoy the fic ig and please give me criticism if you see something wrong

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Prompt: Please, don't leave me.

TW: S**cide mention

Every day had started to feel the same to you for a while now.

It started when he began missing date nights with you. He was always so excited about them, and then they were happening less and less often. You still saw him on occasion, but it felt more like "business" than anything else.

You didn't get the same giddy feeling you used to get when you'd see him; it felt like going out with him was more of a chore. You couldn't even complain to him about it even if you wanted to. Anytime you did see him long enough, he was always gone within a second, always in a rush. You never knew what he even did with himself or if he was thinking about you at all.

It definitely didn't help that you'd always catch him hanging out with his friends. You confronted Ned about it, but he was always so dismissive. Hell, you had even talked to Michelle about the whole thing. At first, she sympathized, but then it was as if a switch was flipped. You used to go to her to vent about Peter and the relationship. Now, she was practically telling you that you were overreacting.

----

You felt like you were going to have a mental breakdown.

Learning about a loved one's passing is always one of the hardest things for anyone to deal with, especially when it's someone you deeply care about.

You had just received the news that your best friend had killed himself a couple of hours ago.

You didn't know how to feel.

You couldn't wrap your head around it. There was no warning.

You and he had been friends since childhood, and you knew each other so well that neither one of you could even remember a time when the other wasn't around.

Your hands shook as you picked up the phone to call Peter. Your tears finally fell as you listened to the constant ringing of the phone, and you knew he wasn't going to answer. Rage grew within you as you heard his voicemail message causing you to throw your phone across the room. It crashed into the wall and broke, but you didn't pay any mind to it as you fell to the ground and let out a wailed sob.

Why did this have to happen?

You could barely catch your breath between sobs.

Your body shook.

You didn't care about anything anymore.

You didn't care about Peter anymore.

----

Weeks had passed, and Peter was exhausted.

Tracking down a gang, taking them down, and meeting another Spider-Man had just been a lot for him to take in. He was so tired, he didn't even want to think about it anymore. His back ached as he climbed through his window.

He was just so damned tired.

He stripped out of his suit, took off his web-shooters, and placed them back in his closet. Then, he took a quick shower.

His job was a bit easier to have Ned and MJ know he was Spider-Man. Now he just had to tell you.

Peter stood in the middle of the room and weighed out what would happen. He felt sorry for lying to you, and he knew that he was being distant. He just didn't have the courage to deal with any of it because he was worried about you. He couldn't lose you too.

As Peter lied down to finally get some rest, he wondered how you were doing. Karen had said you tried calling him, but he couldn't answer he had been in the middle of a stakeout.

He got up and rummaged through his book bag to get his phone, turning it on to scroll through his messages. He sat up as he realized how many he had gotten. Had something happened?

As he scrolled through, his heart broke. So many people had posted about the loss of Jay and were gossiping about why he did it. When he finally went through them all, he looked at your one missed call and gulped.

You had called him that day, and he didn't pick up.

He clicked the voice mail and listened to the message. All that he could hear were your pained sniffles, a shout, and then the line cut off.

He felt sick as he replayed the message.

Peter already felt awful about lying to you; he had to fix this. He quickly texted you, put his web-shooters back on, and was ut the window.

He knew the way to your house, so it took him no time to et there. As he was getting ready to knock on your window, he did a double-take and took a closer look.

Someone was sitting in your room; it looked like he had been waiting for you. Peter quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the guy. He was wearing a red and green jacket with shorts and sneakers. He also looked like he was wearing tights?

Suddenly, you walked into the room, so Peter backed away from the window to hide in the shadows. You seemed to be upset as you were wiping your eyes quite a bit.

"I'm sorry Miles. I didn't think I'd start crying like that," you said as you sat on your bed.

"Hey, it's okay," he replied as he stood up and moved closer to you. You sniffled as you tried to regain your composure. Peter didn't quite know how to react. Who was this? What was going on?

"I just...he..." you groan out in frustration as you grip your hair. Miles' eyes widen as he sees tears start flowing from your eyes again.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asks as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You shrug as you shake your head.

"It's complicated, and besides, that's what our therapy's for" you chuckle dryly. Miles' eyes wander the room as he tries to think of something to do to cheer you up. "How 'bout we go out tonight?" he suggests.

"I don't like the tone of that voice" you sass as you turn to give him a look. Peter watches Miles turn around, and his eyes widen. Miles was wearing a suit, a Spider-Man suit. The same Spider-Man he saw the other week.

"Any place you wanna go to, we'll go" he adds with a cheeky smile. "Really? You're not busy?" You cross your arms as you stare him down.

"Nah, night's been quiet. Besides, I might be busy tomorrow, then you'd miss your favorite person in the world" he winks as you begin to smile. Peter's heart sank as he realized what was happening. He thwipped a web to the building across from yours and sat down on the edge of the roof. Pulling out his phone, he sent you a text.

Can we talk tomorrow?

Giggling could be heard from across the street. Peter looked up and bit his lip as you glanced at your phone and threw it on your bed. You got onto Miles' back, and you both swung away.

----

After you tried calling Peter that day, you stopped reaching out to him altogether. You decided that you'd wait to talk to him until he finally realized you weren't there. It had been about five weeks, and in those five weeks, you had gone to therapy and counseling.

You met Miles in counseling. He was sweet but seemed to get off topic a lot. When you were getting ready to leave one session, he had come up to you, put his hand on your shoulder, and let out a simple "Hey." One thing led to another, and you had both bonded over your losses. You went to Miles' uncle's funeral, and he went to Jay's funeral with you.

You were currently sitting on a swing at the playground as you waited for Peter. It was taking him forever to show, and at this point, you wanted to get this whole conversation over with.

Frowning, you looked around, wondering why he was taking so long. He should've been here by now. Maybe he decided not to come after all.

When that thought crossed your mind, you scoffed and stood up. Before you could go anywhere, however, you felt someone gently grab your hand. Looking back, you saw Peter staring at you with a small smile on his face.

"You came."

"Of course I did"

Peter pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around you. You take a deep breath as you stare off towards the slide. He pulls away when he realizes you're not hugging him back. The both of you pull away awkwardly as you look at each other.

"Peter-" "(Y/N)-" both of you speak at the same time.

"I- I have o tell you something" he starts with a stutter. You wait patiently as you motion for him to continue. "I know th-that I've been....not here for you for a while-" he cuts himself off when he hears you scoff.

"I.....I had these things, and I should've told you as soon as we started dating, and I'm sorry. I know I've been an asshole, more than that actually" you roll your eyes and shake your head as he continues.

"I just.....I love you, and I want you to know that even though I don't show it a lot" he finishes as he rubs the back of his head nervously.

The good thing about coming to this park was that there was usually no one here, and you were glad no one was here right now because boy were you fuming. "Told me about what Parker?" Your hand goes to your hip as you glare at him.

"W-Well....uhm......that guy that you talk to.......I'm like him I guess. Spider-Man." Your eyes widen when you hear the first part. "How the hell do you know I've been talking to someone?"

Peter stumbles with his words as he realizes he's been caught red-handed, "Uh...I was gonna visit yesterday, and I kinda....saw you..talking to him....." You narrow your eyes as you pick up a stick and throw it at him. He ducked before he could get hit, but you were already in his face.

"You were spying on me?!"

"I-I wasn't trying to! I was just-"

"Christ Peter!" All this time of you not being here, and now all of a sudden you just wanna show up out of nowhere because of what?! Jay?! Is that why you're finally talking to me?!" Panic stirs in Peter's eyes as he tries to come up with an excuse.

"I tried so hard to get you to talk to me, and you only wanna talk now because of that shit?! Peter, I can't do this shit with you anymore. I don't care if you're Spider-Man; what was the point of not telling me in the first place?! We live in New York for God's sake!!"

Your face is red as you frustratingly wipe away your tears with your forearm. Peter stays silent as he watches you; he can't say anything right now because you've hit the nail on the head.

"Y-You know what, fuck this. I can't do this shit any-anymore, Peter. But please tel-tell me; w-what did I do wrong? I di-did my best to keep both of us h-h-happy. Please, just tell me what I did wr-wrong." Your words are barely recognizable as you hold yourself to keep you're shaking body still.

Peter steps forward, but instead of stopping him like he thought you would, he cups your face gently as he looks into your eyes.

"(Y/N).....I'm so sorry I made you think this was all your fault. You did make me happy; you still do. I just...I've been so busy being Spider-man that I've neglected you, and I'm sorry for that. But I do still love you, (Y/N). I swear I'll stop doing everything just for you. I-I'll give up being Spider-Man."

You watch him unravel as he keeps talking. You can't bring yourself to care, however, as he spills his heart out. Too much disappointment has built up over the months.

"Pete...."

"Please......(Y/N), just give me another chance. I'll do anything, just please, don't leave me." His voice is soft and insecure as he begs you, almost quivering as he says it. It doesn't invoke any sort of feeling in you though. His sad eyes watch as you pull away from him,

"I'm sorry Peter" you whisper softly as you turn around and walk away.

He doesn't run after you or even shout.

Peter simply watches you walk away until you're out of view. The only thing he can hear is your footsteps as they fade into the distance.

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A/N: Alright so...this whole thing was based on how I could see him being Spider-Man in the beginning ig? Imo I feel like between him and Miles, the latter would be the first to tell you he's Spider-Man

And I always felt like him being away like that with no real reason would make an s/o feel like it's their fault or sumn. Like, I've always seen fics where he and the reader always make up about it, but I wanted to try the bad ending where even though he had good intentions, he's just not ready to handle being a hero, student, and partner.

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So I'm reading this sad Chreon story - as one does (it's me, I'm one) - and I just had the weirdest epiphany? Like, I dunno, it's probably dumb and far from a hot take or some eye opening character analysis no one has done before but I noticed that people (including myself, so like not saying this in any kind of bad way) tend to write Leon as stand offish, apathetic, and cold. Like this story stated it specifically, said something along the lines of "this is what Leon gets for cultivating a reputation for being unapproachable, apathetic, and indifferent" and the insinuation there is that he's done this on purpose, put on this front to seem unaffected by things when in the presence of others, and I think it's pretty true for his character. Like anything post RE2, Leon is kind of. I dunno, I wanna say deadpan? He seems to express v little emotion, and when he does it's usually in the form of a quip, one-liner, or snarky come back. Sometimes awkward small talk lol. But it feels like he's built this wall, this persona around himself, not just to protect himself from losing more people (bc he probably sees it as some kind of inevitability, and with his track record I certainly wouldn't blame him), but to protect people from him. This poor man has spent so long fighting, trying to save people, and even tho he saves the day in the end, so many people get lost in the process, and Leon feels every single loss personally. Right off the bat we see it every time someone dies in RE2, then again in RE4 with Luis, who he knew for a short period of time and yet mourned so heavily for, and even Krauser to an extent. Leon is someone who is quick to trust, even as he gets older, and we see that in RE Vendetta, too. Like that's probably one of the big reasons he's so devastated after losing his team. Not only was he entrusted with a group (which doesn't happen often, as far as we have seen), but he probably put his trust in them as well, including Petrucio, the man who betrayed them. I just think Leon is such a complex character who hides so much of himself (which is convenient for bad writers at Capcom who can't write good dialogue to save their lives lmao, but I also think it's a decent part of his character now), probably so what happened in RE2 doesn't happen again. Bc that shit was probably so traumatizing, and Leon was still a baby! I'm only a year older then he was at the time of RE2 but like, as humans our brains don't finish growing until age 25, so that kind of trauma at that age is for sure gonna stick with you, and it seems he picked up some unhealthy coping mechanisms from it that's more than just his drinking problem. Anyways I guess I just wanted to rant about how Leon is the most "emotionless" character in RE but in reality he feels and cares so much, so much so that if he doesn't put up that mask of indifference then he'll destroy himself. This man would die so that others could live, he's saved the world multiple times without a care for himself past the need to finish his mission and keep as many people as possible safe. He's such a tragic character and I love him so goddamn much, like he's one of those characters who you aspire to be like, in a way. Selfless, capable, dependable, reliable, smart, passionate, caring. And some of this might be my own character building I've done based off of other headcanons and character analysis posts and stories I've seen, but I do think we see a lot of this in the canon content, too. I just really love Leon S Kennedy, okay? He makes me sad but also so so happy and I love him v much, he is a big time comfort character for me. Sorry for the rant, just needed to scream about this with someone who would understand lol 😅

oh anon, I get you, I dooo. I think that you're right in that Leon has kind of this shell around himself because it's the only way he can cope. but there are so many cracks in his shell, and he lets people in so readily even when it would stand to reason that he shouldn't trust anyone anymore. he gets attached to people lightning fast, and he'd die for them even when he's barely met them.

this borders on headcanon territory, definitely, but I tend to often write him as someone who gets attached easily and falls for people easily (be it friendship or romantic or anything), but then he doesn't know how to properly let people in because he's got his defense mechanisms, he's trying to keep himself from breaking, and what if he truly lets someone past those walls and then another disaster strikes and he never recovers from it?

and I think it shows a lot in how he's so awkward with small talk, he can throw in one-liners and dad jokes and try to keep his own (and anyone else's) spirits up with that. but oh man. beyond that? the boy doesn't know how to naturally talk to people. (even like in Infinite Darkness, with Claire, I think his "don't do anything stupid" was 100% meant to be a joke, both times, but it just didn't exactly land perfectly. poor awkward bby)

but like even though he might put up this unaffected front, he's still so very expressive? like... if you really pay attention to him? he's far from actually an expressionless and cold person. he just isn't very loud about it. (i was just going through ID screencaps yesterday and while Shen May is talking and Leon is on the background, he goes through such a journey in expressions alone :'D)

AND HE CARES. like, for example in Infinite Darkness, he sees Patrick is shaken and the first possible moment he has, he immediately asks him if he's okay and takes a moment to reassure him. they're in a hurry, he's supposed to get going and not check up on a guy he's never even met before, but he does it anyway. and I think it speaks a lot of his character. he's quick to offer support and comfort, and he genuinely tries to be there for others the best he can. he desperately needs someone to listen to him in turn, seriously. give him emotional support, damnit.

and I wanna highlight what you said:

in reality he feels and cares so much, so much so that if he doesn't put up that mask of indifference then he'll destroy himself. This man would die so that others could live, he's saved the world multiple times without a care for himself past the need to finish his mission and keep as many people as possible safe.

because yes. 100%. also this:

he's one of those characters who you aspire to be like, in a way.

like. yes. there was this one meme thing going around which was basically like asking if you feel like you're like your favorite character and I'm just. I fucking wish I was one tenth of what he is :'D

I know not even he is perfect, c'mon, no such thing as perfect people exist (not even in fiction, or if they do then they'd be really damn boring :'D). i'm not trying to claim he has no flaws, or that he never does anything wrong. he has and he does. but the amount of genuine caring he shows and how hard he tries to do the right thing? truly awe inspiring.

i just. I'm right there with you. I love him so damn much. and that's why I spend most of my time writing fic where he gets at least some of that happiness he deserves :'D i need him taken care of, damnit, and if canon doesn't give him good things then i damn sure will.