#you deserved something sweet

[ladamedemartel]

@lordofthestrix liked for a starter

"We look nothing like that!" Aurora pouted as she laced her arm through Tristan's to depart the theater after a disappointing evening seeing some new film. It was supposed to be about a vampire, the first of it's kind, and that had intrigued Aurora, but the resulting film had left Aurora disappointed. "And, I don't like that they got the bit about sunlight right." Supposedly, the film had been based on Bram Stoker's novel, but Stoker had hardly gotten anything right about his vampires, but this film threatened to expose an actual weakness. "I don't like it, Tristan. And I think that you or I could make a much better film."

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[echofades]

I love you, and us, and I wanted to celebrate our awesomeness as a couple. NCIS: HAWAI'I | 2x20: NIGHTWATCH TWO

[totheverybestoftimes]

can't wait to see them just. having a quiet moment together. on the deck away from everyone, or alone in their quarters, or in bed. just being close, speaking softly to each other. ed looking at stede with those patented Heart Eyes. just letting the chaos subside and the world slow down, and spending that precious time with each other.

[chloecherrysip]

We're going to save your brother.

[wttcsms]

horribly short summary of what im trying to accomplish here, but if you were to read a fic featuring character, a soldier honorably discharged and is officially off the battlefield and yet he can’t seem to shake off the war from clinging to his body, and he’s basically a bit of a mess and feels incapable of returning to ordinary life and there’s you, the sweetest thing in the whole world, and he keeps trying to tell you he’s no good and you’re there to help him with everything (and it kills him a bit, to see you wasting your time to help him, and it kills him because he feels like he shouldn’t be the type of person who needs help) and !! just slowburn and falling in love and just read the tags for the vibe ok, who would it be for

[morverenmaybewrites]

Hi! I'm so glad you're back, new chapter of Pizza girl was amazing as always, for me it's absolutely the best dc fic ever!

I especially love how the relationship between Jason and other characters feels heartbreakingly natural, how it isn't a case of "love magically cured trauma" but rather slowly and messyly opening up, and trying to heal with the help of right people at right time.

And as much as I cannot wait for Jason and pizza girl to have more straight up romantic shenanigans, I love how they started with gaining each other trust and building their friendship, I adore them as domestic buddies.

I have a question, if it isn't some kind of spoiler of course, at this point of the story, does Jason have (or wants to have) a life outside of his Red Hood persona? And I mean it half psychologically half practically (similarly to pizza girl, how does he earn money if being a vigilante isn't a source of income?)

But seriously, I find it heartbreaking that as much as he yearns for home, he still lives in safe houses, and I was so happy when he thought about asking Babs for help in looking for something more permanent for himself. And it fits into his fear of being traced of course, but got me thinking, in a more personal sense, does he have a motivations for living other than trying to make up for his mistakes as Arkham Knight?

Something like: does he realise that there's Red Hood who fights for those who can't do it for themselves, but there's also Jason who likes the smell of new books, has his favorite mug and favorite way of drinking coffee, has his favorite chair at the local library, who maybe has quiet and innocent dream to get a degree or his dream job and be loved and needed by someone?

Does he realise the second one exists and deserves to be cherished by him?

(Sorry if this ask is too much, I just now realised how long it got 😭 I will absolutely understand if you don't have time to answer this)

Anyway thank you for writing this amazing and captivating work, I can't wait for next chapters, whenever they'll be ready❤

In the meantime I hope you get time to rest and have fun! Stay safe!

This is a wonderful breakdown of Jason's character! To answer your question, does Jason have a life outside of his Red Hood persona? No. Does he want one? Unconsciously, the answer is yes, but I don't think he can acknowledge it right now. For years following the Joker's torture, he's pretty much been in survival mode, keeping himself alive by being obsessed with a singular goal. First, it was to kill the Joker and Batman, and then when he found out the Joker was dead, it was to kill Batman. Now, it's to seek redemption as the Red Hood. While he may have (somewhat) progressed from his days as the Arkham Knight, he's still clinging to the same unhealthy coping mechanisms. It's a little (or a lot) like depression. He's so focused on getting through today and the next day and the next day that there's little room for anything else. Hobbies and friends and a place to feel at home in sound nice, but they also sound absolutely unattainable. And he's lived with that mindset for so long that he's all but forgotten that there are different ways to live. That's where Jason's head is right now. Maybe one day, he'll progress enough that he'll be able to look around his safehouse, so sparse that it's no different from a prison cell, and he'll think to himself that he wants something more. And it doesn't have to be anything big. Nothing so grand as the Wayne Manor. Just a small place, maybe above a bookstore. Maybe in the beginning, it's not so different from his safehouses. Just a mattress on the floor and a bathroom. But then one day, he'll add something small. Some secondhand book he bought from the store for the change he had in his pocket. It's from an author he's never heard of before. The writing is a little clunky, but it's enough to pass the time while he's waiting for updates on his cases. Maybe he reads it next to his window, by the light of the flickering street lamps, trying not to grimace at the way the hard wood is digging into his back. Maybe one of his siblings or even the reader notices. She takes him to one of her favorite flea markets under the guise of buying a new rug. And he ends up taking back an armchair, so old that the stuffing is coming out in places. But he makes do, the way he always has, he washes away the accumulated dust and dirt, he patches up the holes, and he places it next to his window. Where the street lamp shines just enough light to read by, even if it often flickers. He opens his book, written by an author he's never heard of before. The writing is a little clunky in places. But for now, he thinks, it's enough. (And maybe he'll read until morning. And maybe he'll realize, or maybe not: that the Jason Todd who used to spend hours in the Wayne Manor library, who had a favorite armchair by the fire, is still in there, somewhere. And perhaps, he'll think--or perhaps not--that the Joker hasn't killed everything that he used to be. Perhaps there's still a little bit of Robin left in him.)

[dreamersbcll]

Darling

but only you have shown me how to love being alive

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Soft kisses pressed against her skin, peppering her nose and covering her cheeks affectionately. If she moved slightly to the left, she could feel the warmth of a body curled into her ribs. She wrinkled her nose a bit, feeling the lips that pressed against her skin curl into a little smile.

Sam, without opening her eyes, pulled in her little sister, holding her to her chest. Tara squealed in surprise, then trailing into delighted giggles. She had her baby sister to her chest, breathing in the scent of coconut shampoo and lavender body lotion.

Heaven. Her little girl always smelled like heaven.

Slowly opening her eyes, she turned slightly to the right, blinking sleepily. The clock on her bedside table read 2:42 a.m. Huh. Early morning. Tara hated early mornings. Case in point, she was falling asleep against Sam’s body.

“Nena,” she whispered hoarsely, brushing hair out of Tara’s face.

Tara, not hearing her, continued to snore softly, her eyes fluttering.

She gently sat up, switching Tara’s position and cradling her little sister. Tara groaned in annoyance but gladly snuggled into the new position. Sam shook her head, grinning through the dark at the sleeping girl in her arms. Though Tara was nearly twenty-one, she was still her little; she always would be.

Sam gently pressed a kiss to Tara’s forehead, noting how Tara’s eyelashes fluttered in contentment. “Baby, wake up.”

“Mhmm?” Tara sighed, curling deeper into Sam’s chest.

“What are you doing awake?”

Tara paused, her breath catching in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, and though it was dark, the action was not lost on Sam. She frowned at the action, cupping Tara’s face.

“Honey.”

Her little sister cringed against Sam’s body. She knew that tone well- the one that meant Sam knew what she was hiding. It was the powers that came with being a big sister. Sam knew all and knew her little sister inside and out.

Breathing out, Tara curled a hand around the collar of Sam’s t-shirt. “I had a…nightmare, I guess.”

She pressed another kiss to her sister’s forehead, sighing. “Another one? Was it the same thing?”

Her little sister shook her head slightly. “No, it wasn’t about Her again. It was…” she paused, her voice caught in her throat.

“…It was about you. You left. Again,” Tara pushed out, using all the air in her lungs to utter words that tasted like poison.

Though her heart was heavy, and her chest ached in pain, Sam knew this wasn’t something she could afford to fall apart over. Her little sister had genuine, very valid fears- and as much as Sam would like to ignore her own flaws, she couldn’t. Tara was still afraid, still worried that Sam may choose anything else but her again. Sam had before, after all.

But that was before when all the pain weighed her down and forced her underneath the water— forcing her to admit that she was a sinner and deserved to suffer. Before Tara forgave her and before her little sister’s lips whispered You have to let me go.

Before Sam could scream back, how could she ever do that again?

Now it was after, and now was the time that the sisters let their walls down and admitted that the love never left between them; it was just hidden between their respective walls. Sam would never let her sister go again; she could never leave the arms that hugged her like she was worth all the trauma, panic, and grief that plagued their lives. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

She cupped Tara’s face, her thumb brushing against her cheek. “Mi Cielo.”

Tara shook her head, turning away from Sam. Her little girl gently pushed Sam's arms off her, crawling out of her hold, and sat on the edge of the bed. Sam sighed at the action but let her sister sit, waiting for Tara to talk. Instead, she reached over and turned on the bedside light.

Sam opened her mouth, prepared to talk, apologize, and grovel for her sister’s forgiveness, but Tara cut her off before she could begin.

“No, Sam. Es una estupidez. Estás a mi lado en la cama. Sólo estoy siendo dramática. I’m just being stupid,” Tara whispered, her eyes averted from Sam’s.

Faltering, Sam frowned. “Hey, No. No eres dramática ni estúpida. I’m here, mi amor. Right here,” she whispered, reaching out to touch Tara’s shoulder.

Tara froze at the touch, her body ridged. “You weren’t then.”

Sam paused, moistening her lips. “No,” she said carefully, thinking over her following words. “I wasn’t, but I am now.”

She slightly squeezed Tara’s shoulder, noticing how Tara relaxed into the touch. “I won’t leave again, I promise.”

Her little sister stiffened, turning her body to face Sam. Sam’s arm slowly slid off Tara's shoulder, and she pulled it back, gently grazing her sister's skin. In the soft light, Sam could see tears shining in Tara’s eyes, her bottom lip trembling. Oh, her little girl. She just wanted to hold her. But Tara needed space, and she would respect that, even if it killed her.

Tara swallowed hard, speaking just above a whisper. “Even if I’m too much? ¿Incluso cuando soy quejica, ruidosa o mala? ¿Y si eso es el colmo? You can’t go. I won’t let you.”

Sam smiled. How could Tara ever think she was too much? Sam could never get enough of her.

“Mi Cielo.”

“Sammy,” Tara softly pleaded, her voice so heavy, so young, that it made Sam’s heartbreak.

She slowly got up, moving so she was sitting beside Tara. Gently, she put an arm around Tara’s body, letting her sister slowly relax into her side. She didn’t want to scare Tara, but she didn’t wish not to touch her either. All she wanted was to soothe her little sister’s fears like a big sister was supposed to.

“I’m not going anywhere. It’s you and I. I promise you that—promesa de meñique. Siempre seremos tú y yo, hasta el final,” she said, squeezing Tara’s arm.

Tara paused, digesting Sam’s words. “Haste el final,” she slowly whispered, her voice tinged with awe.

There it was. That smile, that damn smile Sam loved like no other. It could light up continents and make the Sun in the sky jealous. She loved her little sister so much. So fucking much.

Humming, she pulled her sister in, letting Tara warp her arms around her midriff. “Honey, they will have constellations of us in the stars. They could never, ever tear us apart. To the end.”

“Te amo, Sammy,” Tara breathed, her fingertips ghosting across Sam’s ribs.

“Te amo, mi cielo,” Sam whispered back without hesitation.

Sam gently guided Tara back to the bed, letting her sister curl her head under her chin. As Tara drifted to sleep, Sam turned the light off, resting her arms around her sister’s shoulders.

“Haste el final,” she whispered, running a hand through Tara’s hair.

Whoever would try to spare them would have to beg for mercy that would never be granted— mercy that was never there in the first place.

[saltyb0ba]

"you always beat the level before me, but i had fun anyways!"

AU/prediction for S5. MK goes beserk in his kaiju form and mei shows him a drawing he made of him and mei back in S1 MK runs to mei to knock her out but he stops just a few feet in front of her when he sees what she's holding.

more AU since i don't think this will happen but there's always a chance!

[craycraybluejay]

yes i am an adult male who loves high school dramas this is because i literally never experienced normal coming of age drama like ever and am disconnected from the collective experience of having a relatable peer group forever hope that helps

[vizziefizzie]

The birthday boy!!! 12-24-22!!!

[horatioo]

this might be controversial but i think everyone's gotten a little bit too comfortable with un-personing people / calling people "inhuman"

[wanyinchen-narts]

SUNFLOWER (CANON DIVERGENCE AU)

the absolute *chef's kiss*, depth, angst, and clownery of the kakagai dynamic this fic has is beyond insane and amazing and I am not ashamed to say that I have binged it at least 7 times

Now, my lovelies, please read "Sunflower" by cloudynebula and lapifors once more and bask in its utter perfection. But make sure you're in the right headspace for it because it's really heavy and dark tho! Please take care of yourself first <3

*more incoherent babbling in the tags lmaooo*

[upperranktwo]

☆Oikawa Tōru☆

little gift for Mica ♡ @princesstooru

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

yuuji manages to find the guts to hold megumi’s hand once and not more than 5 seconds later he gets the shovel talk from 90% of the people in megumi’s life. they truly mean their words that if yuuji ever makes megumi feel bad even by mistake, the higher ups r going to be the least of his problems. the same goes for sukuna.

the other 10% of people r frantically trying to book an immediate flight back to japan after his toes started tingling that something was up with His Boy.

just as yuuji thinks he managed the worst, he feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up and narrowly dodges assassination attempt courtesy of the zenin

The thing is that Megumi is actually such a low maintenance, chill boyfriend. Best boyfriend ever. He always replies to texts quickly. He’s on time to dates. He’s never jealous. They rarely fight, and when they do, it’s always because it’s legitimately important, and they always end up working it out. He lets Yuuji hold(!) his hand(!). The tips of his ears turn fire engine red whenever Yuuji does anything that shows off how Strong and Fast he is, which can be fun for Yuuji. It’s not a competition but also yes it is and Yuuji won it. He locked down The Best Boyfriend Ever. And it only took him 83 days of hardcore crushing, a 27 step plan, and nearly throwing himself off a cliff because he said “hooray” when Megumi told Yuuji he liked him.

He’s Done It. He Secured The Bag. Megumi Is His Boyfriend And The World Is A Perfect Place.

But everyone else seems to have some very strong opinions about that fact. Much stronger opinions than Megumi himself, who lets Yuuji hold(!) his hand(!).

There's a very confusing conversation with Inumaki and Panda about his intentions. Yuuji, very honestly, said that he didn't think he'd get far enough to have any real intentions past what he's already managed, which did not help. Maki had a similar conversation but it involved a sword. God's Perfect Man Who Already Gets Everything He Wants In Life And Certainly Doesn't Need to Butt Into This Too may be returning early from Africa. Yuuji would much rather that Africa keep him, please and thank you. There's a sniper that has him in his sights.

It's worth it.

[glassrooibos]

I am so normal about @cyborging ‘s fic with Steve learning to play bass. Don’t look at me.