#I can literally picture their unashamed grins

[magnoliasforyourmedic]

Gene wanted nothing to do with being a medic after the war. Very few people outside of Easy Company knew he was a medic, let alone served in the war, and he was adamant about keeping it that way. If someone was injured on a job site, he’d usually sit back and let the others handle it, maybe give them some instructions from afar if it’s serious enough.

Unfortunately, the boys of Easy Company never quite got that memo. He’d be sitting at a table at one of their reunions listening to a conversation when he gets that familiar tingle down his spine. Doc locks eyes with them as they make their way across the room, holding a napkin over a cut and clutching their hand to their chest. He stares them down with narrow eyes that scream “don’t you dare”. They smile unapologetically because they know he’ll take care of them anyway. “This is the last time” he’d say loudly, firm and adamant and leaving no room for rebuttal as he fixes them up. The men just smile and nod, knowing fully well that everyone knew that was a lie.

[shitty-marvel-fan732]

Hi! I LOVED your peter x Barnes-Rogers post, I was wondering if you could do one where maybe Peter (being the lovable dummy that he is) feels like the only way he can protect her is to break up with her?

Thank you so much for this ask! I loved writing this. So sorry that this has taken so long, life has been STUPID hard lately. 

So I wrote like 1100 words for this ask, because I have no self-control lmao. So I broke this into two parts, and I’ll post the second part a lil bit later in the week. 

Title: Guilty, Part 1 of 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Barnes-Rodgers!Reader

Requested: Yes!

Warnings: Peter is a sad boy, slight injuries, and I think that’s it?

Summary: Peter is worried the dangers of being Spiderman’s girlfriend are too much for you. 

Link to Part 2

"Mmmm yeah no I'd definitely fuck Spiderman."

Peter nearly choked on his slice of pizza. Face rapidly turning pink at the mention of his alter ego, he whipped his head around in an attempt to locate the source of the somewhat disturbing statement. It seemingly came from a group of sophomore girls sitting a few tables behind his -- the girls were all furiously giggling at their friend who looked utterly unashamed at her bold declaration. Peter couldn't help the small smile that stretched across his lips. He knew that those girls had no idea who Spiderman really was, and even if they did he was more than happy in his current relationship. Still, the sentiment was a little flattering all the same.

Or disturbing. He couldn't quite tell which.

"Pete?"

Peter's attention was pulled back to his own table, the soft call of his name from you all he really needed to refocus completely. You were gazing up at him from your seat next to him, beautiful features gleaming with a look of amused curiosity as you silently asked what had him so distracted. Sending you a reassuring glance and squeezing your hand that was nestled firmly in his, he shook his head. 

"I'll tell you later," he mouthed.

You quirked an eyebrow and shot him a look that clearly said 'you'd better' before turning your attention back to the conversation you and Ned had previously been having.

Watching the two of you argue childishly over your opinions on what the better Star Wars adaptation was, Peter couldn't help but grin. A wave of affection washed over him and butterflies danced happily in his stomach at the sight of you interacting so naturally with his best friend. He'd known Ned and MJ for much longer than you had, but over the time you two had been dating you'd effortlessly folded yourself into his small group of friends. Even though it's been months now, the simplest of interactions still warmed his heart and filled him with pride.

Despite the interruption, Peter's ears were still trained on the conversation of the group of girls behind him.

"Say what you want, Bucky Barnes is absolutely the hottest avenger," he heard another girl chime in over the dull hum of the other conversations in the busy cafeteria. He wrinkled his nose a little, an involuntary shudder going through him at the mention of your dad in this context.

"Mm, sure but let's be honest dating a superhero would be fucking awful," the first girl grumbled. Peter frowned.

"Are you nuts? It would be amazing!" her friend replied, disbelief lacing her tone.

"Please," the girl scoffed. "I can't even imagine the kind of scary shit you'd have to deal with on a regular basis."

Peter heard her friend hum thoughtfully.

"I guess, but I mean you'd still get to be with a god. Literally in Thor's case," she giggled.

"Whatever. Just seems downright dangerous if you ask me."

The girls moved on to a different topic, but Peter was still thoroughly distracted by what they'd said. He realized abruptly that he'd never really considered the affect his superhero life could have on you. What if those girls had a point? Was he putting you in harm's way just by pure association? Peter felt his stomach flip and lurch at the mere thought of something happening to you, and the idea that it would be his fault settled like a rock in the bottom of his belly. His mind whirred into overdrive as anxious thoughts filled him with an increasing dread and left him feeling paralyzed.

He was so still, in fact, that you took notice of his motionless form. Even though he was the one with the spidey senses, you seemed to have a knack for knowing when he was upset. Thumb rubbing across his knuckles absentmindedly, your gaze turned towards him once more, a frown marring your soft features.

"Petey? What's wrong?" you muttered quietly, voice just loud enough that you knew he'd hear but low enough that it didn't alert anyone else at the table.

He swallowed thickly and looked over at you. Your eyes were locked in on his face with a sparkle of concern playing in the y/e/c irises. Guilt began to mingle with the anxiety in the pit of his stomach as he noted your slight distress. Shoving all of his feelings down as deep as they would go, he managed a smile and kissed your cheek softly in reassurance. 

"Don't worry about it angel, it's nothing," he lied smoothly.

Your eyes narrowed ever so slightly in suspicion, clearly not buying his excuse, but you allowed MJ to pull your attention back to the table's discussion all the same. Peter sighed lightly in relief at the distraction. Though he was turned towards his friends his mind was a million miles away, the girls' words echoing loudly against his skull.

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A few hours later Peter was feeling only slightly better.

After lunch he'd managed to make it through the rest of the school day without so much as a second alone with you. While that would ordinarily be a bad thing, he knew that the moment you two were alone that you'd expect an explanation for what happened at lunch. You were incredibly perceptive, and Peter was certain he'd wind up telling you everything. Not 100% sure of his own feelings at the moment and completely terrified of your reaction, he decided to avoid you until he'd processed things. He'd practically ran out the door after the last bell, shouting that he'd meet you at the tower after patrol for your usual study-date and leaving you behind, confused and more than a little suspicious.

Patrol did little to quell his nervousness.

The streets were unusually quiet tonight and the monotony allowed him to picture all kinds of horrible things that could happen to you as a result of being associated with him. He tried to push the thoughts away, but he couldn't help but spiral a little further into his pit of self-doubt. Instead of the distraction he was hoping it'd be, Peter's mind ran wild as he watched the city from above.

Eventually, it came time to meet you, and Peter'd be lying if he didn't admit he was a little relieved. Being separated from you was always difficult, and the withdrawal from your presence felt like it was amplified by his anxious state.

Winding his way through the familiar tower halls, Peter decided he needed to tell you exactly what he was feeling. Though he wasn't much more certain about how he felt, he knew that you would make him feel better. He wasn't used to feeling so disconnected from you, and regardless of his thoughts to the contrary he couldn't quell his desire to be near you. He'd been overwhelmed with the urge to feel your soft skin against his, smell your sweet scent wafting into his nose, and hear your quiet words of reassurance in his ears ever since you'd parted ways earlier in the day. He knew it was selfish, but it felt like he was going to reach his breaking point soon if he didn't get what he needed.

And what he needed was you.

"Oh my god! Y/N, what happened?!" he exclaimed as he finally made his way to the common room and caught sight of you. Caught off guard, you jumped slightly at his bold entrance before grinning widely at him.

"Hiya Petey!"

Ignoring the way you completely evaded the question, he was by your side in an instant. His palms lightly grasped your cheeks as he examined your face gently. You had an angry-looking mark blossoming under your right eye, and your upper lip looked as if it'd only just stopped bleeding. His eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets at the sight of your injuries, and he felt anger bubble up in his chest. For all his over-thinking today Peter never once considered finding you like this.

"Seriously, what the hell happened?" he practically growled, a feeling he could only describe as rage filling him at the thought of someone hurting you. You opened your mouth to speak--

"That's exactly what we were wondering," a voice cut you off before you could reply. Peter turned, surprised to find your dads standing near your desk, arms crossed and expressions furious. He turned back to you only to find you rolling your eyes at the three of them.

"So Y/N, care to explain?" Steve demanded firmly. Peter shuddered a little at the tone of his voice. It was the same one he used in the field --the one you jokingly referred to as his 'Captain-voice' -- that clearly left no room for negotiations.

"I already told you, it's no big deal," you drawled, clearly unfazed by your dads' obvious anger. Peter frowned.

"Are you serious?" he gaped. "You're hurt, of course it's a big deal!"

You rolled your eyes once more, but your face softened just the slightest bit at the evident worry lacing his tone. 

"Doll, just tell us who did this so we can maim them," Bucky practically barked. His hands were clenching and unclenching uncontrollably, and his eyes were alight with a kind of fury that made Peter shiver a little. You, however, either didn't notice his anger or didn't care.

"Oh please, like you all haven't come home from missions with much worse," you snapped. Bucky's jaw twitched in anger, and he opened his mouth to reply.

"We're not talking about us right now," Steve interrupted smoothly. "We're talking about you."

Expression irritated, you opened your mouth --clearly about to spit out a snarky reply-- but Peter cut you off before you had a chance to speak.

"Y/N, please?" he begged quietly. Your eyes snapped over to his face, the irritation fading from your y/e/c irises at his gentle plea. You chewed your lip a little, brows furrowing slightly in contemplation before sighing.

"S'not a big deal," you mumbled. "I just got into a fight with some asshole girls after school today."

"What girls?" Peter asked evenly, fighting the bubble of anger that was threatening to erupt from his body. You just shrugged nonchalantly, evidently unwilling to elaborate further.

"Y/N," Steve said warningly. You sighed, shoulders dropping.

"Just some girls! They were talking shit--," you started, pausing only when Steve shot you a warning glance. "Sorry Pops. Talking trash about dad and Peter, or rather their alter egos I guess. Anyways, I obviously took offense -- you know cause they're morons -- and things just kinda escalated from there."

The effect of your explanation was instant. Steve's hardened expression eased the slightest bit at your story, his eyes flicking to his husband as he cautiously appraised his reaction. To Bucky's credit, if he felt any type of way about what you'd said it didn't show on his face. Bucky remained stoic and he hardly moved a muscle. If it weren't for the fact you knew he had super-hearing you might've thought he hadn't even heard you. Peter, on the other hand…

It was like someone had knocked all the breath out of his body at once. His heart lurched and remorse burned at his insides. His anger quickly gave way to utter guilt, and he felt his face drop despite his best efforts. All the fear and guilt he'd been wrestling with all day felt like nothing compared to now.

You were hurt. And it was his fault.

"Like I said, it's not a big deal," you supplemented quickly as you noted the mens' various reactions. "Seriously, you should see the other girls' faces. I wouldn't be surprised if we get a call from Tiffany H.'s plastic surgeon thanking me for all the money he's about to make."

Peter felt frozen. Normally he would've chuckled at the adorably smug look that'd taken over your features, but he couldn't manage to muster up any feelings outside of his own self-hatred at the moment. Bucky, however, did not seem to share this sentiment. He loudly chuckled at your quip, a proud sparkle gleaming in his eyes and a wide grin plastered across his face. Steve still stood with his arms crossed, expression stern.

"Y/N, you can't just go around getting into fights just because you don't agree with people," he lectured. Bucky snorted.

"Really Stevie?" he chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "I'm getting the most distinct flashbacks of a certain sickly teen who picked fights pretty much wherever he went…"

Steve's face flushed with the slightest twinge of pink at his husband's insinuation. You grinned widely at your dad, clearly delighted with the turn the discussion had taken.

"Again, we're not talking about me," he covered quickly, weakly hiding his embarrassment with a cough. "Y/N, you're grounded. One week, starting now."

Your jaw dropped.

"What?! That's not fair at all!" you spluttered indignantly. "Tell him he's crazy dad!"

Bucky chuckled once more at the sight of your complete and utter shock, his grin only dropping once he caught sight of his husband’s unamused expression. He cleared his throat quickly and crossed his arms once more before shrugging at you.

“Pops is right Y/N, you can’t just go around getting into fights. No matter how good you are at ending them…”

“Oh come on,” you groaned, rubbing a hand across your face in exasperation. “It’s not a big deal, right Pete?”

Peter blinked, pulled only back to the conversation at hand once he heard you call his name. Shaking his head slightly to try and remove the lingering feelings of shock and guilt, he looked blinked slowly as his eyes darted between you and your dads. Opening and closing his mouth wordlessly, he felt utterly at a loss as to how to respond.

"It's a big deal if we say it's a big deal," Steve countered firmly. "So I'm sorry Peter, but you'll have to go now."

You scoffed, arms crossing furiously as your face crumpled into a pout. Ordinarily Peter would've giggled at your childish gesture, but at the moment he could only muster enough attention to nod. 

"Yeah, o-okay. I'll see you later Y/N," he muttered quietly before leaving in a daze.

If he weren't so consumed by his own thoughts he would've seen the look of concern that passed over your face or the confusion spattered across your dads'. But Peter didn't notice either, too busy trying to sort through the torrent of thoughts and feelings currently raging inside his head. He walked out of the tower on autopilot as his mind was wracked with guilt over what'd happened to you. Left with only one possible conclusion, he returned home feeling utterly devastated with what he knew he had to do.

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Bucky was confused.

He'd noticed a distinct change in his daughter's behavior lately that only seemed to be getting worse. He internally wondered how long this'd gone on, because let's face it, he knew if it gotten to the point that even he'd noticed, then it must've been a while. Bucky used to pride himself on knowing everything about you, but as you'd grown older he found himself knowing less and less. Despite Steve's constant reassurance that it was simply the way things went when kids became teenagers, he still felt that little twinge of guilt in his belly when his seeming ineptitude as a parent was called into focus.

Like now.

You'd become withdrawn and quiet, a far cry from your normally energetic and talkative self. You were spending more and more hours secluded in your bedroom, and he could've sworn he'd caught you looking as if you'd just been crying on more than one occasion. All the signs were pointing towards something bothering you, but Bucky felt utterly lost as to how to determine just what that even was, much less figure out how to help you with it.

Currently, the team was finishing up with their nightly dinner, and your strange behavior was once again on the forefront of his mind. You sat across from him and Steve, looking more like a zombie than anything else. Your normally bright eyes looked dull, the dark bags under each of them looking practically a mile long. The food on your plate looked untouched, and Bucky felt a stab of panic deep in his chest as he realized he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen you actually eat something.

"You okay doll?" he questioned you softly, voice low. You hardly moved, the brief flash of your eyes towards his the only indication that you'd even heard him.

"I'm fine," you muttered, gaze dropping to your dinner and fork moving more of your food around aimlessly as you fell silent once more. Bucky's brows furrowed deeper at your dull response, the lingering fear and discomfort settling deeper into his stomach. Steve eyed the two of you, expression full of concern. His hand gently rested over Bucky's in a show of solidarity with his husband until Bucky's gaze moved towards him.

"Any idea what that's all about?" he muttered quietly. Steve just shrugged, but his clear blue eyes were brimming with the same look of concern and slight confusion as Bucky's.

"Can I be excused now?" you mumbled without so much as a glance upwards. Steve shared a worried glance with Bucky before he cleared his throat.

"You have to eat something Y/N/N," Steve replied quietly. "Can't you just take a couple of bites?"

"S'cold," you protested, voice still devoid of any emotion. A flash of memory invaded his mind of he and Steve cooing and pleading with you as an infant, trying helplessly to get you to eat your food. He fondly remembered the way your chubby arms would cross as you stubbornly refused to eat your pureed food, a picture perfect miniature of Steve. His heart twisted painfully at the stark contrast of that strong-willed little toddler with the shell of a teen he saw now.

"Go into the kitchen and heat it up then," Bucky tried. You didn't move an inch. "Please?"

Sighing, you brought you picked up your plate and trudged away. Bucky let out a sigh of relief, but ran his fingers through his hair nonetheless as confusion and concern continued to rage fitfully in his mind. Steve didn't appear to be fairing much better -- he sat stoically next to him with both hands folded tensely under his chin.

"Seriously Steve, what the hell is going on with her?" Bucky asked exasperatedly. His husband sighed, his own fingers moving to rub against his eyes tiredly.

"Do you two honestly not get what's bothering her?" Natasha interrupted quietly. The supersoldiers glanced over, and she rolled her eyes at them. "Seriously? It's been like 2 weeks."

Now it was Bucky's turn to roll his eyes at her flippant tone.

"So are you gonna tell us what's bothering her, or are you just gonna judge us some more?" he huffed. Nat smiled coyly, relaxing back in her seat and folding her arms across her chest.

"I feel like I can manage both," she quipped good-naturedly. Steve sighed again.

"Come on Nat, just tell us. Please?" he begged, eyes silently pleading with the redhead. Nat seemed to soften a little at this, her green eyes flicking towards the kitchen quickly before she leaned across the table.

"Since I'm certain you'll never figure it out on your own, I'll tell you. But you have to swear you won't let her know that I'm the one who told," she muttered secretively. Bucky nodded dumbly, too eager to figure out what was eating you to care about her somewhat condescending tone. "Haven't you noticed that there's been one less arachnid-themed hero around the tower lately?"

"No. Wait, you mean Parker?" Bucky answered suspiciously. Nat rolled her eyes again before nodding tersely.

"Mhm. Seems like our resident kid-genius broke up with your girl, and now she's completely devastated."

Bucky felt his face furrow into an even deeper frown. Of course Parker had something to do with this.

"So you're saying she and Peter broke up and that's why she's been like this?" Steve interjected, his face a mirror of his husband's. Nat nodded once more, eyes flicking to the kitchen as she heard the beeping of the microwave.

"Yep. Well, to be more accurate he broke up with her, hence her mood," she whispered. Anger began to churn in Bucky's stomach and he felt his fists clench unintentionally at the accusation.

"That little punk," he seethed. "Who does he think he is leaving her like this?"

"I don't know the exact details, and I don't think she really does either," Nat continued. "She said he mentioned something vague about 'not being able to keep her safe' before just cutting off all contact. Poor kid didn't even get a say in it."

"That doesn't make any sen-"

"Hello my little дорогая," she greeted you warmly, voice raising back to a normal volume as you slumped down into the seat next to hers. You managed a half-hearted smile towards the assassin before you began lightly picking at your food. Steve clamped his mouth shut at the sight of you, the grateful smile he shot your way not reaching his eyes. It seemed that the talk with Natasha hadn't made your situation much clearer for him, and he looked utterly confused and perhaps more concerned than he had before.

But Bucky wasn't.

Something Nat said had triggered something for him -- a tiny piece of information that'd seemed inconsequential at the time that now made sense. Grabbing his husband's hand and squeezing it firmly, he gave Steve one last reassuring glance before he left the table. He knew what he had to do.

[emybain]

i’m picking a random number here. 5 for nodrian.

i saiiiid i was going to focus more on young nova in the nova’s family lives AU bUT then i got this ask (Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips) and i couldnt NOT use it. after this though i promise to dive into a younger nova with her family, as that was my original intention for this AU. this is about a month following the last fic i wrote for the AU (after two certain people...keiss) and yes i kind of drew inspiration from the fight with Hawthorne in Archenemies bc im basic. enjoy! feedback is always appreciated, especially if you want to see more of my content:)

ao3

Nova’s first week back on patrol and the fates decided to screw her over. 

Her team had been patrolling from the rooftops of a busy area when she received a message from Sketch, requesting assistance in capturing criminals that had just performed an armed robbery. Of course he knew she was patrolling that day, as she had told him so a few days prior. Many blocks and a scuffle later, Nova found herself being dragged away from the edge of the bridge by Ramona, who was worried about a wound on Nova’s arm where a bullet had grazed her. The fight was over. The criminals escaped on a getaway boat. And Adrian...Adrian had chased after them, despite being told not to by the Council. And then he got himself thrown overboard after putting up a fight on the boat. There was no sign of him in the water, which was beginning to calm from the boat disrupting it. 

They hadn’t even been dating for a month yet, and Adrian had to go and get himself killed. 

“He’ll be fine.” Ramona led Nova over to a healer, who sat Nova down and immediately began addressing the injury, instructing her to unzip the top of her uniform and pull her arm out of the sleeve so they could get a better look. The pain from moving her arm was nothing compared to the fear pounding in her chest. “This is Adrian we’re talking about.”

“Can’t you go searching the water for him?” Nova begged, wincing slightly as the medic began roughly cleaning the wound. “If anyone can find him, it’s you.”

Ramona shook her head. “No can do, babe. Since you’re a dumbass and got yourself shot, I have to go give the briefing to the cleanup crew.” She began to walk away, but looked over her shoulder. “They’re already sending out people to look for him. He’ll show up, like he always does.”

Beside her, Adèle sat down. Benton crouched in front of her and took her free hand. 

“Someone’s upset over her boyfriend, is she not, mon ami?” Adèle shot a playful smile at Benton. Skies, Nova swore the two only got along when it was at her expense. 

“Oui, oui.” Benton grinned at Nova, who only glared back. “Oh, don’t give me that look, pouty pants. Ramona’s right. You’ve known your little boyfriend for years, and you’re trying to tell me that some water is going to take him out?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Nova lied, as she had been doing smoothly for the past month. “I’m just...worried about him. As a friend should be. That was a hard fall.” 

“Why so uptight all of a sudden?” Benton frowned. “You’ve never been this upset over him before. You know he always bounces back.”

“Benton is right, Nova.” Adèle laid a hand on Nova’s good arm. It was rare for her to show her affectionate side. Nova must’ve looked as though she was in really bad shape. “What is bothering you?”

Nova sighed and looked down. She knew it was only right to tell them the truth. They were her best friends, after all. But...not yet. Especially when there was a healer still mending Nova’s arm. “I’ll tell you guys later, okay?”

They gave her space after that, assessing their own injuries and getting supplies from the healers. Nova was handed a pair of sweatpants and a loose cotton tank after she was patched up. The injury was already beginning to heal itself with the added prodigy assistance. She ducked behind a curtain set up in the little tent and changed out of her bloodied uniform. Mom wouldn’t be too happy about cleaning this one. 

Why did Adrian have to go and do that? Nova was terrified for him. What if he was still in the water, stuck somehow and drowning? What if the boat hit him when he fell in and knocked him out? Frankly, she was frustrated with him as well. He was always doing shit like that, trying to make himself out as the hero. But, as Simon liked to say, there was no ‘I’ in hero. Adrian had a team, dammit, and she wished he would work with them instead of against them. Nova would never understand that side of him. He wasn’t an attention seeker, not in the slightest, so it wasn’t because he wanted recognition. And besides, his parents were some of the most famous people in the world, debatably. Adrian already got enough attention as it was, and he had expressed many times before how uncomfortable it made him. Nova understood that, of course, having grown up in the spotlight alongside him as Ace Anarchy’s niece. 

When she stepped out onto the street to examine the damage done to the bride, a shriek cut through the air. Her eyes landed on Ruby, who was now in shorts and a tank top, a bandage around her thigh. The girl ran across the bridge and nearly tackled a familiar looking boy that was drenched from head to toe. The rest of his team followed, although at a light jog, embracing their leader. Nova’s mouth fell open, and she suddenly couldn’t help herself. 

Clenching her jaw shut, she stormed up to him. He had the audacity to grin at her, opening his arms for a hug as his teammates stepped back to let her through. Instead, she shoved his chest. He fell back a little, probably more from the shock of her reaction than the impact. 

“You fucking idiot,” she said between her teeth. “What made you think it was smart to do that?”

“Nova,” he reached for her arm, but she stepped back, “I thought I could catch them, but I was wrong, okay?”

“You could’ve died.” Nova didn’t notice that they were starting to get looks from the prodigies and newscasters and journalists. “And for nothing. What if you drowned?”

“I can swim.” He took on a light hearted tone, as though the conversation was a joke. But it quickly dissipated, a softer voice replacing it, meant just for Nova. “Babe, I’m fine, okay? Only a few cuts and bruises.”

“Don’t call me that,” she muttered, getting closer to him again until their shoes were practically touching. Her head craned up to look at him. She sent every atom of her anger in his direction through her piercing eyes. “You’re an idiot, Adrian Everhart. Do that again and...and I’ll-”

“What?” he interrupted, tilting his head to the side. “You’ll do what?”

Damn her emotions. 

She jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her height. His hands immediately went to her back as she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. “I’m just glad you’re safe. Please don’t scare me like that again.”

He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, pulling her closer. “I won’t. I promise.”

Nova wanted to scold him on his stupidity more, and how he left his team behind, but she knew this wasn’t the time or place. She drew back enough to see his face. Her hand trailed over a cut on his cheek, another on his temple. He was dripping with water still. She tilted her head up, inviting his lips to come down onto hers. A warm feeling draped over her, as it always did when they kissed. It didn’t matter that they had done quite a bit of kissing in the month they had been together; every time his lips were on hers, it was like the first time. 

She sighed against him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Her hand curled at the nape of his neck. She wanted him to know how much he worried her, how much he angered her, and how much she cared for him in this kiss. 

He broke away first, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against hers. For a moment, Nova let herself forget about his impulsiveness and just enjoy being in his arms. And then the moment ended with an awkward cough from her right. 

His team was staring at them with open mouths, along with nearly every person on that bridge. Nova’s cheeks brightened. Well, that was one way to announce they were a couple. She had been so caught up in her emotions and Adrian that she had literally forgotten where she was. Adrian seemed to have forgotten as well, based on the sheepish yet unashamed smile on his face.

“Told you,” Danna muttered, shouldering Oscar. “Pay up.” 

Adrian sighed loudly and took Nova’s hand as he pulled away from their embrace. He squeezed her palm. “This one’s going to be fun to explain, huh?”

Nova could only look around as people began going back to work. The press were only louder now than before, shouting at the two of them and taking pictures. Her team was headed over in their direction, the most stunned looks on their faces. Had the circumstances been different, their expressions would have almost been funny.

“Yeah. Real fun.”

[imagine-organization-xiii]

Do you have any beach headcanons?

Xemnas

Best beach bod winner from 2012-2019. Looks the best in a bathing suit and without his shirt if you can manage to bring him from your hotel or rented beach house and to the beach.

Grumbles a lot but he usually ends up enjoying himself even though he’ll never admit it. Will never take off his sunglasses and doesn’t really go in the water, though he’ll lounge seductively on a towel and tan.

You’d think he’d get hit on by tons of people, but no. No one actually has the courage to approach him and speak to him, so they all prefer to admire from afar.

Xigbar

Does Xigbar want to play pranks at the beach? Obviously. Is it a good idea to pour a bucket of freezing water over Larxene and Marluxia while they tan and doze in the sand? No. Is he going to do it anyway? Absolutely.

Got the shit beat out of him because he secretly bought a fake shark fin to strap to his back. Scared the hell out of Roxas and Xion, who refused to get in the water for the rest of the day, but Lexaeus and Xaldin gave him a black eye when they realized what he was doing. Definitely banned from the water for the rest of the day, so ends up pouting under the umbrella with Vexen.

Xaldin

Loves the beach, but hates seagulls. The little bastards are fearless and always ready to dive-bomb him if he’s carrying food.

Definitely rents a jet ski from a nearby stand and spends most of the day perfecting his jet ski technique. The others get jealous, so he makes sure to give most of them a turn. Xigbar and Demyx are not allowed to borrow the jet ski.

Pulls a small barbecue pit out of nowhere and makes all kinds of food to make sure that the others are eating something other than junk. Also has to make sure that they wait a bit before they get back in the water. Makes a little bit of everything, but the most popular thing happens to be hot dogs (though Axel won’t eat them unless he has it with a hot dog bun and not just regular bread.)

Vexen

Arguably has the worst time out of anyone. So pale - never tans, always burns. Hates the sand because it gets in weird places and you still find it months after leaving the beach. Hates the water because he doesn’t like the fish rubbing up against him and having seaweed rub against his legs.

Will probably spend the entire time under a beach umbrella with a laptop and files so he can do work while everyone else enjoys themselves.

Honestly hates the beach and has made it well known to everyone that it’s not his ideal location for a vacation, but they make him go. But it’s okay because he vows that he’ll be the one to plan the next group vacation.

Lexaeus

I am unashamed to say that I think that Lexaeus has a sexy DILF beach bod. Fight me. Ya boy wears a tank top and his board shorts and is a beefcake with a bod that just won’t quit.

Burns pretty badly but it almost always fades into a tan. Mothers the others about putting on sunscreen, especially the paler ones - like Zexion, Vexen, and Luxord - but almost always forgets to put sunscreen on himself. He’s also the one who packed up snacks and drinks because everyone else definitely would have forgotten.

Prefers to sit out in the sand than actually go out in the water. Will spend some of his time taking a small, relaxing jog in the sand with Xaldin or will sit and nap under the beach umbrella while Vexen reads next to him.

Zexion

Not even gonna lie, Zexion hates the beach. He can deal with the sand and he’ll join in on a volleyball game, and he likes sitting under the beach umbrella or on a towel as he reads a book, but he will not get in the water. He’s terrified of it. He doesn’t like how wide and open it is - it sort of gives him an existential crisis.

He can easily be convinced to make a sandcastle and ends up doing most of the detailed work because he’s a perfectionist.

Saix

Favorite part of beach days is the fact that he doesn’t have to put on sunscreen because he never actually burns. He’ll never admit that he’s looking forward to the same thing as Demyx, but he also likes swimming at night and building a bonfire.

Likes surfing and he will definitely make sure that his surfboard is the first thing he packs into the car. He’s awesome at it, too, and no one can really understand how he can possibly be so patient as to wait for each wave on his board.

Axel

Will fall asleep somewhere at some point. Roxas and Xion will be keeping an eye on when he falls asleep so they can write random words across his body in sunscreen. Axel would never tell him, but he thinks it’s kind of funny. Nap time usually happens after he eats because he tends to get sleepy after he stuffs his face.

Starts an epic game of frisbee that turns way too competitive. Saix is usually the one who wins, but Larxene always gives him a run for his money.

Beach day is a perfect day for ice cream, so he recruits Saix to help him carry a a bunch of cones from the pier and back to the rest of the organization members on the beach.

Demyx

Prefers swimming at night, if only for the novelty. He loves the beach at night, especially if he can convince the rest of the gang to help him build a bonfire. They’ll all sit around the fire chatting, relaxing, and Demyx will play his sitar.

Demyx absolutely loves the water. Doesn’t matter that he can barely see past his own hand when he goes underwater, he’ll grab a snorkel and some goggles and explore the undersea life as much as he can.

Allows the others to bury him under the sand as long as they give him a beautiful mermaid tail. He has a picture of it framed next to his bed with Axel and Roxas dabbing on either side of him.

Luxord

He likes the beach, but his delicate English skin isn’t used to sunny weather. Will spend a lot of time applying and reapplying sunblock before he goes out into the sun.

You’d think that Lexaeus would be the one who’d want to photograph and save the moment, but no. That would be Luxord. He’ll bring a camera and take pictures of everything, whether it’s just an artsy picture of the waves crashing against the shore or Xion tackling Xigbar to the ground. He’ll want to document the moment as best as he can.

Brings a kite because he found out that Xion and Roxas have never flown a kite before and was personally insulted.

Marluxia

Drinks on beach days but it really isn’t his fault. He’ll be sitting under a beach umbrella or tanning on a towel in the sand and he’ll blink and a cocktail will literally just appear next to him. Having a mixed drink has become a thing for him when he goes to the beach.

Talks shit about other beach-goers with Larxene. He’s a judgmental little shit and he doesn’t care about who knows it. Doesn’t talk about the other organization members, though, because he’s the one who helped them pick out all of their swimsuits because he refused to let them pick something that would make them look stupid.

Gathers a few plants that grow near the sand or near the water for experimentation in his own garden.

Larxene

Starts an epic beach volleyball game with some of the members. The others argue about who gets to be on her team because she always wins. She used to play volleyball a lot as a kid, so she still remembers how it felt to play against others.

Likes to relax and tan with Marluxia and makes him put sunscreen on her back because she can’t reach. She always manages to get a perfect tan and no one know how she does it.

Takes some time away from everyone else to go flirt with the nearest lifeguard. Marluxia will turn away for two seconds and she’ll have disappeared to halfway down the beach.

Roxas

“Oh my gosh, the water is too cold!“ Then goes out to the sand. “THE SAND IS TOO HOT“ Goes out to the water. “THE WATER IS TOO COLD AND SOMETHING JUST TOUCHED MY LEG.“ Goes to the sand. This will happen for about three hours until Roxas figures out what he actually wants to do.

Just excited to be there! Will convince the others to play chicken with him at some point. He’ll get on Axel’s shoulders and Xion will get on Demyx’s shoulders and it will just be an all-out knock-down battle. Roxas, more often than not, lets Xion win because he likes seeing the bright grin on her face when she manages to knock him into the water.

His favorite beach thing to do is go to all the awesome stands at the pier. Gets himself a cotton candy and ends up winning himself a giant stuffed animal from one of the supposedly rigged games.

Xion

Has the best time at the beach! Convinces almost everyone to do something with her and no one really has the heart to say no when she asks.

Xaldin and Lexaeus build sandcastles with her. Demyx and Axel allow her to bury them in the sand. She and Roxas stroll up and down the beach looking for a bunch of seashells that she can collect and take back home to the castle.

Definitely passes out in the car on the way home. Lexaeus or Xaldin usually have to carry her to bed because she’s almost always exhausted by the time the day is over.

[rahullkohli]

okay, so, for the headcanon thing and because i'm too lazy to write this myself, BUT, consider: they get dave to the modern timeline through Plot Convenience, and he and Klaus attend pride, which is simply Mindblowing to Dave, this sweet guy coming from such a place of social prejudice and homophobia, who's seeing all this overwhelming positivity and support and love out there in public in all its colours, and is just... shocked. essentially, dave crying from joy & holding klaus' hands a lot

i am so sorry this took me a while to get to, but i think about this scenario a lot, and i have to put this under a cut because it turned into 1.3k words of dave experiencing a whole new world.

okay i know that i am completelyminority here, but i don't feel like klaus is the kind of guy whoneeds to flaunt his sexuality. tbh i don't even think he even thinksabout it. i think he mostly just gets with whoever he is attracted to(or can offer him a warm bed or a couch for some time) regardless ofgender. so to me klaus doesn't go to pride for the community, or forthe social aspect. whenever klaus has gone to pride it has been tofill his needs for alcohol, drugs, sex and because pride is fuckingloud.

but then dave is there in the moderntimeline with him, and even though klaus is like ”this is dave,he's my guy, we're a thing, you shut up” to his siblings, dave isstill closeted. dave has been closeted his whole life because heliterally didn't have a choice. and the changes from his timeline toklaus' are an extreme culture shock. klaus' wardrobe alone is enoughto make him need a stiff drink and a moment to clear his head. davewasn't exactly a hippie back in the sixties, and he never really hadmuch to do with them back then. and it's confusing, and he is havinga really hard time. and klaus isn't the most evolved when it comes totalking about feelings, because who the hell would have taught himthat? old reggie? i think not! he's done it in rehab, and grouptherapy in prison, but he always followed up with sarcastic remarks,and he is not about to do that to dave. so instead klaus sits withhim, tells him he doesn't have to be out until he feels like it'sright, and that it all comes down what dave needs. but he also tellsdave about all the good progress the lgbt community has seen sincethe 60s. and then he tells dave about pride – how we have an entiremonth to raise awareness and remember our history. he tells daveabout how pride is a place where nobody cares, where everyone ishappy, and even closeted people get to be themselves for at least acouple of hours because at pride eveeryone is themselves. and klausshows dave pictures and videos from pride, videos of drag queensperforming, and boys kissing boys, and girls kissing girls. picturesof colorful floats and huge, hairy guys in thongs and colorful boasaround their necks.

so they decide to go. dave hesitant,and klaus promises that they don't have to do anything, they can justwatch from the sidelines. klaus even wears pants and a full lengtht-shirt with sleeves and everything to make dave feel as neutral aspossible as they're on the bus to the nearest big city where thefestivities are going down.

and when they arrive it's big, andpompous, and it's colorful. and it's so happy! the energy is booming,and there are so many smiles. big men are making out, unashamed, inthe middle of the city square. women with buzzcuts are holding handsand looking each other in the eyes like they're seeing the sun forthe first time. drag queens taller than dave are dancing in thehighest heels he has ever seen, and teenagers whose genders davecan't even figure out are laughing so hard they can barely stand.there are so many people, and literally every one of them is lookinghappy, and content, and excited.

the air is exploding with love, and forthe first time in the entire time they have known each other, klausfeels dave carefully lace their fingers together in front of otherpeople. and he can't stop grinning, and he so want a drink right now,but he also wants to keep his head clear in case dave getsoverwhelmed. but as a float marked gay soldiers do it better filledwith ripped guys in army pants passed them, dave inches closer tohim, and when klaus looks at him he sees tears in his boyfriend'seyes. so klaus squeezes his hand and dares to move closer.

”everyone is just so happy. andopen,” dave says, but he can't pull his eyes away, and klaus isn'tabout to be the one to break the spell for him. so instead he juststands there, letting dave digest it all, take it all in as much ashe can handle. klaus never considered himself closeted, and he neverfelt like he had to come out to anyone either. it wasn't like hisfamily even cared whether he was alive or dead, so why should hebother to feel like he owed them that part of himself? but it was abig deal to dave, and klaus was not about to take that away from him.

so they spend the whole day in the citysquare. klaus meets former drinking buddies and people he used to domolly with. he meets at least eight different people he has sleptwith, and dave is overwhelmed by how klaus isn't gay or straight butsomething entirely different. but dave is polite and greets everyone,even if he doesn't like the idea of anyone else having ever touchedklaus the way he gets to. he watches klaus dance with other people,and listens to him have conversations that he knows are in englishbut doesn't make the tiniest bit of sense to him. but he doesn'tmind; dave enjoys seeing klaus having a good time, and he likes to beon the sideline to observe without having to put himself in themiddle of it, and he tries not to blush whenever klaus proudlyintroduces him to whoever comes their way, or whenever other mencalls him cute in front of other men. so he holds klaus' hand, andevery time klaus has been wandering off and comes back, he pullsklaus just a little bit closer than he previously has allowed himselfin public.

and they stay the whole day, over theevening, and even though dave's head is pounding from all the loudmusic and the sun baking down on them for hours, he wouldn't want itany other way. his heart has been feeling like it was going to poundright out of his chest the entire day, and he has been scared todeath since before they even left the house, but now that it's darkand the music is transitioning to slower beats, there's no place davewould rather be.

slowly he gathers up his courage to lethis arms wrap around klaus, even though they are surrounded bystrangers. but everyone seems focused on their own moment, and withcouples dancing around them dave tells himself that this is as good amoment as any, and with klaus' arms softly around him he starts tosway, letting them blend in with the other couples moving to the softtunes. and when klaus rest his cheek on his shoulder, dave's stomachdoes a small jump, but he doesn't fight it, and allows his own torest against klaus' messy curls as they are swaying in place.

it's terrifying, and dave is constantlyexpecting someone to come attack them, but then he watches the othercouples around them, and reminds himself to breathe. so he squeezesklaus tighter and takes his hand, dancing like the slow dances he didwith girls in high school, where he used to close his eyes andimagine it was a cute boy, but he never would have imagined that hewould actually get to have a dance like that with someone thatactually made his heart flutter like klaus does. but here he is;fireworks popping over their heads, and a sweet pop song playing overthe biggest speakers he has seen in his life. and he's with klaus. sonothing else matters.

[kylorengarbagedump]

So this was supposed to be a *short* ask but I guess I just kept going, I’m sorry -  Good. God. I just read most of Fix Your Attitude in one night and what a fucking RIDE. Since I was blazing through the chapters and didn’t stop to comment I feel like I owe you some serious praise and also I have a lot of THOUGHTS so I’m going to break it down over a series of points that barely constitute list format…

1) I found FYA in the smut tag and dipped in at about chapter 10 and COULD NOT STOP. I was a total wreck. Like, what’s going to happen next? Ok you KNOW they’re gonna fuck but nope - STILL NEED TO READ. Honestly I was totally hooked, how did you do that to me?? God damn, and I’m glad you ended it the way you did, like you didn’t give too much, it’s not like Kylo broke character and they ran off into the sunset but thank god she got the answers she needed. I was literally grinning and biting my lip throughout every chapter.

2) Your use of Kylo’s mind-reading abilities was just perfect, the scenes where she’s picturing what she wants him to do to her, particularly in the presence of Hux or other characters are just *chef kisses* but by faaar the best use of this was when Kylo is force pinning her to the end of the bed while he uses her mind like pornhub to jack off, I think I choked to death reading that and needed a stiff drink afterwards - just straight up genius god damn, well done.

  3) Your speech (and sometimes authors notes) also just killed me - particularly lines like “dude what the fuck” in reference to Kylo - it’s like the casual nature of your main character saying ‘dude’ or ‘man’ just cuts through Kylo’s melodramatic bullshit with this sort of introspective hot take on reader-insert fic that says ‘yes he just fucked her with the hilt of his lightsaber’ and ‘no I’m not fucking sorry about it cause you know you’re reading the next 20 chapters in a row now.’ 

  4) The sex ITSELF. Ok here we go - like yes, there’s a lot of shit that’s super fucking fun to read but I wouldn’t neccessarily like, physically enjoy in reality but that’s exactly the point/beauty of fic though, right? So two sub-points, if you will - A) Just something about the way you write sex feels really open and unashamed, erotic fanfic feels like it holds a lot of taboo for me and just by nature of staying anonymous on the internet (also super freeing) I find it hard not to sort of lock it away and feel guilty - but reading your stuff I feel like there’s no weirdness about it, like fuck yeah this does it for me and that’s good and okay, let’s just celebrate and enjoy that fact.

B) Oh boy. Every fucking second of that sex was absolutely drenched in emotion and repression and angst and DAMN was it honestly so beautiful to read. I think it was the emotion above everything else that kept me so hooked - every single time they’re together you manage to re-ignite this pure desperation and passion in them that never once gets old or repetitive, that moves them closer in different ways each time and reveals them to eachother piece by piece. I love this contrast between their awkward struggle to communicate and the fact that they can literally SCREAM about how much they need each other when they’re fucking. The sub!kylo chapter in particular just so beautifully leaves you to piece together everything that’s swirling in his head and understand why he needs it to be this way and needs her like that. And then it was also just so EMPOWERING, and I don’t know how you manage to make it sweet but him begging for her was almost a confession of love in itself, he’s just totally giving himself to her and like WOW. Honestly like making this super rough sex just smack of this thinly veiled love and affection was total art. 

So yeah, this has been a short essay on my favourite points of FYA, please excuse me while I have a heart attack. I know it was written some time ago now but really I just wanted to say thank you, that you made something really good and that you have a fabulous talent and you make me want to write more. I hope you’re having a great day wherever you are and I’ll be watching out for other stuff from you :)  

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Thank you so much, @ssserpensortiaaa. I don’t really have words to express how grateful I am someone would send me something like this, but know I feel extremely lucky and thankful that you enjoyed my work so much. I wish I could print this out and put it on my wall, or something. Thank you so so so very much from the bottom of my heart. <3

[carmenlire]

Higher than the Big Trees

Chapter one on ao3

Chapter 2:

Alec unlocks the door to his penthouse and is immediately confronted with a smirking Jace.

“So what happened last night, bro? I called you a few times after you left with that guy but you never called me back. I was getting ready to send out a search party.”

Alec looks at him with an eyebrow raised and says, “You know what happened. It’s called a one night stand. I know you’ve been with Clary awhile but your memory shouldn’t be that faded.”

Grinning, Jace shrugs. “Yeah, well, you have fun with your flavor of the hour and I’ll just keep going home to the love of my life every night.”

With that Jace and Alec go in for a bear hug. They both lean into it, breathing each other in, and relaxing as their best friend-- no, brother-- is by their side for the first time in almost a year. They’d met at the bar last night but their hug then had been too drunk and messy. This embrace makes Alec feel like he's finally home.

“I missed you, you asshole,” Alec murmurs and Jace’s arms tighten around his waist.

“Yeah, you too dick. Now tell me, do you even remember his name?”

“Whose name?”

Stepping back, Jace points at Alec’s neck. “The vampire that left that thing on your neck. Or did you not even bother to learn it in the first place?”

Alec just laughs, unashamed. “I know he was a great lay. That’s all I need.”

“And they say romance is dead.”

If possible, Alec’s smile becomes even wider as he hears the clicking of heels after that deadpan comment. Turning to face the kitchen, he sees one of his favorite sights in the world-- his sister, laughing, walking towards him with two mugs of tea. Waiting for her to set the drinks on the table, he takes her in. Izzy is wearing one of her more formal outfits but it still has her risque touch: underneath the suit jacket she’s wearing nothing but a lace bralette. She looks stunning as usual and he can only imagine how many men sustained injuries walking past her this morning.

Giving her his trademarked Big Brother Hug, he lifts her off the ground, making her squeal with laughter as she demands to be down. Complying after a minute, the two just stand there, smiling at each other.

“It’s good to see you, hermano. It’s been a few months.”

“Yeah. How’d the shoot in Belize go?”

“It was one of the more inventive ones. I didn’t just stand there making pouty faces at the camera for two days. The other models and I got to go into the city and meet some of the people. Plus, I got a few other gigs from it so not bad at all. I was sad you couldn’t stay longer though.”

“I wanted to stay longer, too, but I could only carve out four days. But, I got to see you, so it was worth it.”

With a fond smile for her brother who had spent half of his brief break just traveling to and from Belize to see her, she gestures for the three of them to take a seat before asking Alec, “ How was the concert last night?”

The three of them sit down in the living room. Alec is in the chair closest the door, Izzy and Jace on the ragged couch they’d bought when they were seventeen. While they could buy a new couch that didn’t look like something a frat house had coughed up after rush weekend, it had been the first big purchase Alec had ever made and he was loathe to get rid of it. He knew he was too sentimental for his own good but until the couch actually broke, he just couldn’t see himself replacing it. Jace blustered and insulted the couch every day of his life, but he understood Alec’s reluctance and even shared a piece of it. Izzy, however, detested the couch and wasted no opportunity to tell them. But, even she had to admit that there was no better way to spend a lazy day then with a movie marathon on the run-down thing.

Taking a minute to settle in, Alec answered Izzy. “It was good. We sold the arena out and everyone went wild during the new material so that bodes well for the next album.”

Jace and Izzy traded guilty looks but Alec beats them to it before they can speak. “Don’t worry about not coming guys. You came to the opener last spring and you’re coming to the Good Morning America show next week, right? You’ve seen me perform a thousand times. It’s okay that you didn’t make it to this one.”

Jace nodded and added, “we wouldn’t miss it buddy. The chance to see you do your thing never gets old and I’m looking forward to seeing you deal with all those swooning teenagers.”

Izzy snickered. “Remember that time a boy actually passed out when Alec kissed his hand? I felt so bad for him!”

Groaning, Alec leaned back in his seat and looked up at the ceiling. “I paused the concert to make sure he was okay and so that he could get some medical attention but he turned it down flat because he didn’t want to miss a song. I let him backstage after and he gushed for fifteen minutes straight about how much he loved me. He was adorable but I just felt so bad that he’d gotten hurt over me.”

Reaching over to pat Alec’s shoulder, Izzy had nothing to say except, “poor you. People literally faint in your presence. How awful that must be.”

Alec glared at her but didn’t say anything else.

After Jace and Izzy’s laughter died down, the topic moved to their plans for the rest of the day.

“You guys still up for lunch?”

Alec nodded sharply. “Yeah, just let me grab a shower. Meet back here in half an hour? I have that acoustic show later this afternoon and I want to make sure I get there early.”

Jace scoffs while Izzy grimaces.

“You’ve been in the business ten years and party like it’s 1999 every damn night but you’re still freakishly early to every show. You’re such a nerd. When are you gonna trash a hotel room or, God forbid, show up to a rehearsal or concert--” Jace gasped in mock horror”-- on time?”

Alec was getting ready to offer a scathing reply when Izzy jumped in.

“Yeah, you really need a shower. I didn’t want to say anything, what with it being your first day back in town, but you smell like sex and coffee and that is disgusting coming from my brother.” She wrinkled her nose just to make it clearer how gross the whole thing was for her.

Alec glared at both of them before standing up and making his way to his ensuite.

“First of all, Jace, it’s called professionalism. I respect my fans and when you respect someone that means you put in effort for them and always make sure you’re punctual.” Opening his bedroom door, he called back, “Oh, and Izzy? It’s impolite to call attention to that kind of shit. You’re just jealous I’m getting some.”

With that, Alec shut the door just in time to hear Isabelle start cursing him.

After a long, hot shower using all of his favorite products Alec felt human again. He dresses in something a little more casual to fit the nature of the performance-- ripped black skinny jeans, his beat-up pair of combat boots, and a plain gray hoodie. While Alec had a costume designer for tour that came up with elaborate, stylish outfits, never to be worn twice during the course of the tour, he preferred to use his own wardrobe for smaller shows and the extra events he attended throughout the year.

Moving back into the bathroom, he takes out his sparse makeup bag. While Izzy was the Queen of Contour in the family, Alec had always enjoyed being her guinea pig. It was another creative outlet and a way for brother and sister to bond. Once he’d gone on the road, management had tried to dissuade him from wearing cosmetics in favor of carrying out their ideal image of him as a masculine heartbreaker of young girls’ hearts. How unfortunate for them that Alec was gay as hell and had a penchant for highlighter.

Taking out a simple black eyeliner pencil, Alec makes quick work of lining then smudging his eyes. He debates on adding anything else but decides against it. The vibe for this show is relaxed and he wanted to show the fans today the side of him that most rarely get to see.

Alec liked experimenting with his look but day-to-day he’s a pretty low maintenance guy and he wants to set the tone for the acoustic show as early as possible and the best way to do that is with his appearance. The show today is more chill hang-out than arena performance. He wants everyone who comes to feel welcome and relaxed and like they’re ready to make a friend.

He had received a lot of backlash in the media when, towards the beginning of his career, a picture had surfaced of him in a full face of makeup including contour, bright lipstick, and false eyelashes. He hadn’t quite developed the thick skin he was now notorious for and the online comments had devastated him.

It was Izzy who had shown him several social media accounts that had stood up for him, letting him know that they supported him no matter what he wore. He had never forgotten what those fans had done for him. The fact of the matter was that his fans went absolutely batshit when he wore makeup or had painted nails and he enjoyed the ritual and result of it all. Why not do a bit of fan service, have fun, and maybe let some of them see that there’s more than one way to be a man? Alec had built a career out of respecting and loving his fans and a lot of his effort was in making sure that these kids knew they could always be themselves with him. Whether that meant waving Pride flags during his concerts or having the courage to be their most authentic selves, Alec always felt the responsibility to be a positive role model for people in the same way he wished he’d had someone when he was younger and just starting to figure shit out.

Though today he was only wearing eyeliner, Alec knows the fans will love it.

So he plays up to the fans a little bit, so what?

Alec leaves his bedroom and finds Izzy and Jace talking in the kitchen.

“I’m headed out. I’ll see you guys later.”

Izzy throws the apple she had just finished into the trash can and grabs her coat. When Alec just looks at her she says smugly, “I’m going with you. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you perform and I think the fans would love seeing the Lightwoods together, don’t you?”

Jace looks at Alec like he expects him to put up a fight. He should know that what Izzy wants, she gets, and Alec actually thinks it’s a good idea anyway. His fans love Izzy and she adores them right back. Alec just shrugs and turns to leave the apartment, Izzy on his heels.

Alec gets to the venue a little over an hour early. He likes having extra time because it gives him a chance to talk to the fans in line that have been waiting for hours to get a seat in the front row. Despite Izzy’s protests they took the subway, and when Alec rounds the corner and sees the line stretching almost two blocks he’s taken by surprise by the way his heart becomes both painfully light and dreadfully heavy.

He never gets used to it. People love Alec, love his music, and that is a hell of a double-edged sword for him. He feels immense responsibility and pressure to be the best performer, the best role model he can be to these fans, these kids and adults and everything in between that pay money and spend time on him. But at the same time he’s always buoyed by their never-ending support and unconditional love.

He has worked fucking hard to cultivate this relationship with his fans and its foundation is a mutual respect and admiration. Alec knows they have his back but will always hold him accountable and they know that Alec does everything he can for them to make every show, every Instagram video, every surprise as amazing as possible. Alec is very active online, constantly answering messages and replying to tweets, posting videos that show him behind the scenes, that offer glimpses of his real life off stage, and the fans appreciate the effort.

The fans also know of Alec’s tendencies to be early and it doesn’t take long before the entire street seems to fall silent as everyone turns around and takes in Alec Lightwood. No one has even noticed Izzy yet and Alec raises a perfect brow before smiling softly and walking to the people at the end of the line.

“Hey, what’s up?”

The two girls in front of him are obviously starstruck but they rally quickly, he’ll give them that. They’re teenagers wearing what looks to be handmade tie-dye shirts with the cover art from his latest album stenciled in.

“Just waiting for this guy to show up. I hear he can sing,” says the taller girl in a fit of bravado.

Alec just grins. “Oh yeah? Funny, I think I heard about him. I heard he’s got a surprise in store for everyone.”

The girls’ eyes bug out and Izzy snorts before elbowing him in the stomach. While he’s busy glaring she turns to the girls. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to get a reaction. How are you guys doing today?”

The one who hasn’t spoken yet has a soft voice as she tells Izzy, “we’re super excited. We saved up for months to be able to come and we’re so happy we got to meet you.” She pauses for a minute, obviously internally debating something, before she turns to Alec and in a halting voice asks if they could get picture with him.

Alec readily agrees and he takes a few seconds to let the girls smooth down their hair and hands the phone to Izzy. He gives them a minute to make sure they’re satisfied with the picture and then throws them a soft smile and a “see you inside” before moving up the line to the next group.

The next hour flies by as he talks to every single person in line and takes pictures as requested. He’s always surprised, but overwhelmingly grateful, that everyone is quiet and waits their turn. He doesn’t know if it’s because they all know that he talks to everyone, or if it’s because he’s mentioned how anxious he can get in crowds, or if his fans are just more polite than others, but there are no riots or shouting or grabbing. Everyone is respectful and polite and it makes Alec’s heart sing.

When the doors open, everyone rushes inside. There’s only a hundred people in the small coffeeshop-- not Luke’s, because even if he loves his fans he’s not willing to compromise his safe haven-- and everyone has a centrally located seat. A few people wanted pictures with both him and Izzy, or just with Isabelle, and everyone notices her as she walks in behind Alec. There are people softly talking while his people finish getting everything set but everyone watches as Izzy takes a seat in the back and Alec makes his way to the small stage that had been hastily thrown together.

“Okay, I’ve talked to all of you just a few minutes ago but I want to make sure everyone is having a good day. How are all of you doing?”

There’s a rush of cheers and clapping and Alec grins as he slips effortlessly into his entertainer role.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he says as he fiddles with the mic. “If you guys are okay with it, I have some treats I’d like to bring out.”

As Alec had been talking, a few people came out from the back carrying trays of sweets or coolers of drinks.

“We have some baked goods because who doesn’t like a good pastry?” There’s a smattering of laughter as he continues. “We have something for everyone. There are vegan treats, some with peanuts and some without and we have something for people with other assorted allergies or sensitivities. Feel free to talk to the waitstaff about any questions or concerns. Their names are Karen and Daniel and they don’t bite. Promise.”

With everyone munching on their snacks, Alec moves into the real start of the event.

“If it’s alright with you, I thought we’d start with some guidelines. There are only three rules today. Number one, you have fun. If you’re not having fun, you tell me and we’ll see what we can do about it. Though, I have to say, if your issue is that I’m not funny enough, I don’t know what to tell you. This is about as good as it gets.”

Everyone cheers in what Alec supposes is reassurance that he’s not a comedic failure and he’s laughing as he says number two.

“The second rule is that everyone relaxes. Go ahead. Take a deep breathe. This isn’t a concert where you have to scream for two hours. This is you and me and us all together enjoying some music and conversation. And that brings us to number three. Rule number three might be the most important so listen up.

“Rule number three is that you be yourself. As long as you feel safe and included during this chat, then I’ll consider this a success. We’re going to play some tunes and talk about some stuff and we can only maintain this pleasant atmosphere if everyone feels unafraid. There are no stupid questions or awkwardness here--except if it’s coming from me.”

With a last round of laughter that Alec swears is part relief and part indulgence for his inane tactics, he starts the Q and A section.

The questions are all brilliant and fun. Someone asks Alec what his favorite historical period was and why and that devolves into a general group discussion about everyone’s favorite trivia facts. There's another question that sparks a debate between the best type of recording equipment and Alec learns something from one of the fans that he makes a mental note of to research once he starts properly writing for the next album. The last question, however, makes Alec swallow hard and really think.

The question is asked by a teenaged boy that looks as All American Football as possible. When he raises his hand, Alec calls to him immediately.

Looking nervous, the boy opens his mouth. “Hi, Alec, my name is Patrick and I have kind of a serious question for you. This past year I’ve started to come to terms with the fact that I might be gay and I don’t know what to do. I just feel like all of these people have expectations of me and I don’t know how to meet them when they think I’m straight. How can I still be the quarterback and one hundred percent myself?”

Alec smiles softly and says, “Well, thank you Patrick for having the courage to ask me that. It takes a lot of guts and self-awareness to realize that things you’ve thought your whole life might not be true. I’m happy you felt safe enough to ask that here. I have to say though that as your journey of self discovery continues, you’ll start to realize that it isn’t either/or. You can be the high school football quarterback and a boyfriend to an amazing guy. It seems hard as hell, probably impossible, but it can be done. I was in marching band but I was also captain of the soccer team in high school and my senior year after we won the state championships I kissed my then-boyfriend in front of the whole school to celebrate. I was scared shitless but I knew that the people who loved me wouldn’t care and I had to decide not to care about the people who wouldn’t be able to reconcile the two pieces of me.

“Is there anyone else who wants to offer any advice?”

There are a few people that have experienced the same or similar issue and Alec gives them the floor. After everyone’s said their piece, Patrick says one last thing to Alec.

“Thanks, Alec, for being a great role model. I know you have to get that all the time but I really mean it when I say that you’re an inspiration to me. You’re music has really helped me this year come to terms with everything and realize shit and plus, it just bangs hard as hell.”

Everyone laughs and with that cue Alec starts to sing a few songs. He has his old-ass guitar and he’s playing his most popular songs from all of his albums. Everyone cheers when he plays a few random songs that were never singles and it’s totally silent when he plays a handful of songs from what will be his sixth studio album.

When the last note rings through and everyone is clapping, Alec sits there with his guitar resting against his knee and takes a minute to soak it all in. When it starts to die down, Alec takes to the mic one last time to offer his thanks for everyone that came out and has supported him. He does have a surprise though.

“I told a few of you that there was a surprise coming your way tonight. Well, here’s the thing. I feel like we really got to know each other this afternoon and it just wouldn’t be fair of me to make you pay for friendship. So saying, if you guys check your bank accounts after the show, you’ll see that you’ve been refunded the price of admission for today’s event. I hope it was worth your money, but if not, at least it was free," Alec ends with a little laugh.

The room erupts with his speech and Alec gives a last wave to everyone gaping at him before nodding to Izzy and making his way out the front door.

Izzy is beside him an instant later, shaking her head. “You act all cool and shit but you’re really just a drama queen, aren’t you?”

Alec grins as he throws his arm around her shoulders and they make their way to the subway station. “Being dramatic never killed anyone Isabelle. It’s not my fault that the music industry just happens to be a little more dramatic than most."

Izzy rolls her eyes and laughs to herself. The streets are crowded as Alec plans his evening.

It’s time to blow off some steam.

[k-i-s-m-e-t]

Secret Santa: Part 2

TianShan Xmas Event: Snow (Day 5) Fandom: 19 days Rating: Mature Status: 2/2 Part 1 Warnings: None Pairing: TianShan Words: 2,903

Summary: The conclusion! For pelliwelli who came up with this amazing prompt idea and has graciously allowed me to write it. 

His legs moved on their own accord, running blind, unsure of his destination, and not fully comprehending why he was running to begin with. He shouldered his way through the crowded mall, tripping over shoppers, shoving bags out of the way. He landed at a staircase that lead up to a rooftop exit and doesn’t hesitate, gasped at the air after shoving through double doors. His mind was still wrapping around the reality that Li Jie was He Tian. Out of everyone in the world, why did it have to be He Tian?

He was overreacting, why did he always overreact? There was no need to leave like that, he could have addressed the matter with He Tian after. Stupid. He squatted, buried his head in his arms. Why did things involving He Tian always get him so worked up?

It took a minute but eventually he got to his feet, head foggy, throat thick and no he wasn’t going to cry. But he could already feel the prickling, burning sensation and scrubbed a hand across his face. Finally, he really took in his surroundings. He was on the rooftop of a parking garage; approaching the edge, there was a decent view of the city. Resting his elbows on the ledge, he watched the flow of activity beneath him. Shoppers hurried in and out of their cars, the busy street a Red Sea of headlights. Breath emitted in foggy puffs as he calmed his breathing. He shivered realizing how long he had been out there, coat forgotten in his haste to distance himself. He jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder, spun around arms up in defense, fists at the ready. He sighed in relief to see it was only He Tian, then choked mid-way because, shit, it’s He Tian.

“What do you want,” he ground out, thankful his voice carried some weight, didn’t sound as high and tight as his chest felt. He Tian looked, for lack of a better word, ridiculous. Still clad in the Santa Claus outfit, though he’d removed the stomach, the beard dangled awkwardly in his hand. “I already know you’re a fraud, so I really don’t see what there is to discuss.” He Tian shuffled, tipping his weight to one side, yanked a hand through his hair. “Look, I messed up, what I did was-“ “Evil and sinister but that’s your general character so I can’t say I’m surprised.” There’s a deep rumbling sound and Mo trailed off because He Tian was laughing; laughing at him. “Evil, Guan Shan, really? Dishonest, oh most certainly but sinister? Let’s cut out the middle school dramatics.” It was true but that didn’t mean Mo had to like it, let alone tolerate it. “Your ego literally knows no bounds,” he shot back. “Middle school dramatics? Says the guy running around in disguise. Says the liar.” “This was my job, I didn’t lie.” “No? Li Jie? You’re honestly full of it.” He shoved off the ledge, not back inside just as far away from the other as possible. This time the arm came, not around his neck but a hand around his bicep, tentative. “Mo wait please,” He Tian said, voice strained. The words spilled out in a rush like he was desperate, giving Mo more pause than any force could. He waited. “I’m sorry.” Mo turned, shook off his hand, “what?” “I said I’m sorry, it was stupid and manipulative, but so worth it. For once I could talk to you with ease, laugh, joke, not have to scale all these walls you put up before I can even get a word in.” “I don’t put up walls,” Mo said defensively. He Tian laughed out loud, it sounded hollow as it echoed around the vacant space. “You are so heavily guarded I’m surprised you’re not a recluse.” “But,” he said seeing the deepening of Mo’s frown, “this week you opened up. Hell you actually asked me for my help, my advice, even when you were in serious trouble back then with She Li you didn’t ask for help.” “We weren’t friends, why would I have?” “Guan Shan, what I’m trying to say is I enjoyed the past week and a half, I know you did too. Maybe because it wasn’t me, as far as you knew, but I wish that it could be in the future. I was wrong but I want to make things right. You liked Li Jie right? Can we start over and this time you can get to know me?” Mo opened his mouth, closed it. Had he enjoyed the past week? Yeah. It was not that he’d spent it with He Tian that pissed him off. It was that aspect of forcing his will, belittling his right to make his own decision. Yeah he had walls up but how else could he buffer opposition? As soon as he let someone in they tried to control him. He peered up at He Tian and it was almost laughable how conflicted he looked, one hand gripping his elbow, face etched with concern. “Okay.” “Okay..?” “What you did was shitty and underhand but we can start over” he held up a finger, when He Tian opens his mouth “but on my terms.” “On your terms,” He Tian repeated slowly, turning the words over on his tongue.

They’re quiet for a bit, Mo considering. “I just don’t get why you put so much effort into this, into us,” Mo said, tipping his head back to look at the sky. He Tian followed his gaze, sighed in content. “I don’t know, sometimes you’re just drawn to people.”

The volunteer job thankfully came to a close and Mo was relieved but also wistful, he’d miss taking pictures, the camera, screaming kids however not so much. He let He Tian walk him home that night, heartbeat speeding up every time their hands brushed together, the touches building up like static. “You figure out what you’re gonna get your mom yet?” He Tian said, breaking the silence. “No, at this point I’ll probably get her a gift card or something.” Mo walked on, frustrated and disappointed, ready to chalk this one up as another failed year. It took him a moment to realize He Tian was not with him, and look back. He Tian was stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, head craned back looking at the stars. Brought his head up when Mo called his name, telling him to stop fucking around. His lips are stretched in a grin, mischievous look on his face. “I have an idea.”

Mid-morning sunlight slipping between the cracks in his blinds roused Mo from an otherwise dead sleep. With the pressure of the last few weeks of school before the new year, combined with the hours of his volunteer job, he would have been hard pressed to say this wasn’t one of the best sleeps he has had in ages. He craned his arms over his head, stretching, his joints popped in response, laying back content. Cautiously he peered over the edge of his bed but the futon he’d set up last night was empty. What the hell? He froze, turned slowly to his right, breath catching at the sight. He Tian lay curled in his sheets, far from where he’d left him the night before, arms wrapped over and around a pillow. From this perspective he looked innocent, face loose and tranquil, the sight not upsetting Mo as much as he thought. When he’d found out that He Tian usually spent Christmas alone something had pulled at him, mouth working while his brain tried to catch up. He’d insisted, despite his better judgement, that He Tian spend Christmas Eve and Day with him. He Tian had brightened and smoothly accepted the invitation. Mo’s mom was delighted that the top student in his class had nowhere better to be on Christmas Eve than her house. Thankfully she hadn’t pressed the matter of why He Tian wasn’t with his own family and had simply welcomed him with open arms when he’d showed up on her doorstep, overnight bag slung on his shoulder. Later that night there was a gift under the tree with He Tian’s name on it, making Mo take a moment to marvel at how blessed he was with the mom he had, she thought of everything.

He was still gazing at He Tian, lost in thought. It took him a moment to realize the other is up and returning his gaze. Mo jumped, almost ended up on the futon below, opened his mouth with the obvious question on his lips. His mother’s voice at the door cuts him off, two sets of eyes darting toward it in anticipation, but it remained closed.

Mo exhaled, glanced back at He Tian, unspoken request hanging between them before he drew back the covers and shuffled to the door to answer.

When he closed the door and turned back to his bed He Tian was on the futon.

Mo cleared his throat awkwardly. “Breakfast is ready, we should go eat, mom gets pissed if I wait too long and the food gets cold.”

They got dressed backs turned, facing away from each other, like they were in the locker room at school. Mo would be lying if he said he didn’t linger on the glimpses he caught of He Tian in his dresser mirror. Eyes traced the neat sculpting of his strong back, broad shoulders funneling to a neat waist tucked in boxers.

He Tian caught his eye in the mirror, paused half turned arms lifted, shirt around his neck.

Mo spun, excuses flying. “You’re not supposed to be looking!”

“Says who? And it’s not fair if only you get a show.” He rolled his hips seductively.

It took Mo a few tries to get his own shirt on.

He Tian laughed from the bed where he sat now fully dressed, watching unashamed. “I had no idea you blush with your whole body, it’s cute.” He dodged the book tossed in his direction, laughter increasing.

At breakfast Mo was mostly silent, pushing food around on the plate. Would his mom like the gift he’d picked? He Tian had insisted she would but he couldn’t help the clench of his stomach when she cleared their plates and ushered them into the living room.

“You first,” she said handing He Tian a slim box.

He Tian’s mouth dropped open a bit. “But I didn’t get you anything…”

Mo’s mom waved a hand in dismissal. “Open it, open it!”

He Tian hesitated a second, then he was tearing off the paper to reveal a white department store box. His hands shook slightly as he lifted the lid, parting the tissue paper. The sweater was a deep grey, soft texture, it matched He Tian’s eyes perfectly. He held it up to himself than pulled it on, turned to face them, and.. damn. An excited squeal left his mom’s lips.

“I knew it’d look great on you! Doesn’t he look nice honey?”

“Yeah,” Mo mumbled, eyes trained on He Tian’s shoes.

“Thank you!” He Tian said embracing her, cheeks tinged pink.

“Okay!” She clasped her hands moved to retrieve a few boxes and dumped them in Mo’s lap, “Your turn.”

When he’s unwrapped the last gift and set it aside finally, it’s her turn and Mo moved to pull out his gift out from behind the couch where he’d hidden it, knowing his moms tendency to peak.

“Sneaky,” she smiled as he handed her the wide, flat gift.

“To Mom, love Guan Shan,” she read eyes twinkling.

“Mom…”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

She gently eased open the wrapping paper, each piece folded carefully and placed to the side. Underneath was a large frame that she flips over to reveal a black background lit up with bright white dots, lines connecting some into different shapes of all sizes, all laid within a neat circle. At the top was written “Your Special Day”.

“I- what is this?” She looked up, confused smile on her face.

Mo gripped his elbow. “I-It’s a star map. You can get a snapshot of what the night sky looked like on any day you want. I-I picked the day you and dad got married. You always told me he was your soulmate and I wanted to get you something special… meaningful this year.”

It was quiet for a bit and when she looked up her eyes were wet.

Shit. Crap he’d messed up.

“If you don’t like it, I think I can return it,” he said hurriedly. “I didn’t mean to make you upset!”

“Honey,” she wiped at her eyes. “This is wonderful, thank you.”

“But you’re crying…”

“Not all tears are bad Guan Shan,” she laughed. “This is just unexpected …but so perfect.” She pulled him down next to her on the couch to hug him tight.

“I know we don’t talk about your father a lot and… I’m sorry.” She wiped at her eyes. “Given the situation it’s hard sometimes for me because of the memories it brings up, mostly good but sometimes bad.” She cleared her throat, “but I know you miss him as much as I do. I know he hasn’t been present but that’s not his choice and he loves both of us so much. Until the time when we can have him fully in our lives again I… I don’t want us to forget that fact.

She stroked a hand down the frame, smiled at him.

“I think this will help.”

Later that night Mo walked He Tian home for a change. It was peaceful, the streets quiet with everyone indoors with their family.

They lingered at his apartment door, neither really wanting to leave but unsure of how to ask the other to stay.

“Thanks,” He Tian said “for everything.”

“It was nothing,” Mo mumbled. “If anything I should be thanking you, my mom loved the gift.

“I told you, it’s the meaning behind the gift that matters most.”

“Yea,” Mo said, though he could feel another blush coming on. “Well, I’ll see you,” he waved, moving to leave, but He Tian caught his arm pulling him into a hug.

His body stiffened at first in surprise, then he relaxed, lifting an arm awkwardly to pat He Tian’s back. They stayed like that for a while, his nose buried in the other’s chest. He Tian smelled good, a mix of cologne (one that was a little woodsy, like cedar), and something else he couldn’t place but thought it must be He Tian himself -a scent that clung to his sheets at home.

A hand cupped his chin tipping his head up, scattering his thoughts. He could see lips inching closer to his. This time he let his eyes flutter shut, mouth parting voluntarily, but the lips fall on his cheek, just shy of the corner of his mouth.

He Tian was watching him, eyes dancing when they part, a final farewell before he stepped back into his apartment and Mo’s feet worked enough to get him to the elevator.

Inside he pressed the button for lobby, his hand drifting up, fingertips absently running along where He Tian’s lips had been a moment ago.

There was a commotion in the corridor as the doors were closing and suddenly He Tian was there prying them open, shoving a bag into Mo’s hand without comment, doors sliding shut before Mo can question him. He was so shocked it didn’t occur to him try and hold the elevator until it had begun it’s decent.

The bag he recognized as the same one from that day at the mall when he’d fallen.

The same one he’d thought had been for an admirer of He Tian’s.

In the lobby he sat on one the benches, curiosity driving him. He upturned the bag, catching a slim flat box about the size of the palm of his hand. Lifting the lid he held his breath, unsure what he would find as He Tian was unpredictable.

Nestled inside was a brown velvet drawstring bag. Opening it, he shook an orange bracelet onto his palm. It’s weighty. He fiddled with it trying to unfasten it’s clasps. It opened like a vice once undone and could be locked back into place. It was… extremely nice, it’s design simple, he had to admit He Tian had good taste.

He thought back to the last time he’d been given a gift, how it’d been forced onto him. Resentment had been his first feeling receiving that gift, though he still had the earrings tucked away in a drawer, he couldn’t just throw them away and his gut told him he’d want them later on. This time He Tian had looked nervous, so unlike the untempered confidence he’d had back in middle school.

Replacing the items he found a note wedged into the box’s corner. He pulled it out, slowly unfolding it.

I haven’t seen your bracelet in a while, I thought you’d lost it.

‘A while?’ Mo scoffed, more like years. How did He Tian even remember that? Did he pay that close attention?

He replaced the note, pocketed it as he rose from the bench, and headed home. He’d text He Tian later, tell him thanks.

As he walked he thought back over the past few weeks and recent developments.

The new year looked promising.

If you’re curious you can see the bracelet He Tian got Mo here :)

I’m playing catch up now lol 😅 I have one more fic for day 6.

I’m literally so glad you guys enjoyed part 1 & hope you liked part 2. Seriously, thank you for taking the time to read & comment! Love y’all!

x

[terriblesportsimagines]

hello, can i request headcanons for what kagami, akashi, aomine, kise, himuro and takao would do when their s/o needs them to go out and buy feminine products like tampons/ pads etc because they ran out,, thank you! :)

Sure thing!

Kagami Taiga

Haha, he would give new meaning to the word tomato. Right from the moment you ask him, all the way to the store, while he’s in thestore, and while he’s coming back.  The blush literally never abate, whichof course earns him a lot of strange looks.

He’s uncomfortable, but he’d never say no.  He can’tactually say no to you, no matter how much dread burns in his stomach.

When he gets to the store he’s absolutely dismayed tofind out that there are literally hundreds of kinds of everything and heseriously contemplates just walking out.  Unfortunately, he can’t forgetthe discomfort on your face, to he grits his teeth and calls you, demandingwith impatience born of discomfort what the hell he’s supposed to get out ofthis mess.

Eventually finds the right one, then goes to another aisleand picks up sweets he knows you like and painkillers that state they are for thattime of the month on the side.  Then comes the next challenge: buying.

He can’t look at the cashier, a middle aged woman whodoesn’t even blink at the things he’d buying.  He thinks she’s judgingthough.

He makes it home and you thank him with a kiss and he’sfinally able to relax.

Pretty much, it’s a trial by fire for Kagami.

Akashi Seijuro

Probably notices you’re running low long before you do.

Gives you some time to rectify the situation, but when youdon’t, he just does it for you.

There’s absolutely no embarrassment with this one.  Asfar as he’s concerned, it’s his job to take care of you and this is just one ofthose things.  He memorizes what type of things you use, and the correctbrand, even the specific kind in the brand.  Pretty much, he’s gotit down to the very last detail.

If other guys happen to see him at the store buying thesethings for you and actually laugh… RIP random strangers.

He does think you should take care of your health all thetime, even during the difficult time of the month, however, he goes out of hisway to go to the special bakery you like to splurge at and buys you a fewthings you like, especially if you are having a difficult go of it.

You had no idea where he went so you are shocked whenhe comes back with a bag filled with feminine hygiene products and a box fullof pastries.  You nearly burst out crying at his thoughtfulness.

You have the best boyfriend ever.

You spend the rest of the day curled up in his lap watchingsilly things on tv.  He strokes your hair and talked to you in a low voicethat is incredibly relaxing.

Aomine Daiki

Let’s face it, he’s probably had to do the same thing forSatsuki at some point in his life. 

Of course, he was not kind about it and complainedbitterly, his face a little bit red and scowling.

He’s much nicer with you.  He’s put out, of course, butgives you only minimal complaints and admonishments.  Mostly “Be morecareful would you?  Shit’s embarrassing.”  He nevertheless goesthe second you ask him.

Like Kagami, he’s a little lost once he’s actually at thestore.  Why the hell are there so many different kinds?  What thefuck is the difference?  Goddamn it…

Tries to remember what your shit looks like, but since he’snever really paid much attention, he’s kind of fuzzy.  He’s way tooproud to call you though so he guesses.

Just in case he gets it wrong, he buys a bunch of otherthings you might like, as well as a heating pad because he remember Satsukisaying something about it helping once.

Totally get the wrong kind, but you don’t have the heart totell him because he tried so hard and he did buy your favorite chocolate andthe heating pad is amazing.

He grumbles, but wraps himself around you and neither of youmove for the rest of the day.

Kise Ryouta

He has older sisters, he’s literally been around girls andall their issues his whole life.  It stopped bothering him a longlong time ago.

He Smiles at you when you ask, especially if you’re shyabout it.  He thinks you are the most adorable thing on the planet andjust sort of melts into a puddle of goo.  Cuddles the life out of youbefore you can even explain what you want.

He knows all the different kinds, and so takes severalpictures of the empty box/packaging before he leaves.  This kid isPREPARED.

Thus, he doesn’t spend much time once he’s there.  He’snot rushing, he just knows exactly what he’s looking for.  A group of kidstry laughing at him, but he just puts on his icy-Kise face and stares down atthem.  He’s unashamed, no matter what looks he gets.

Since he remembers his sisters liking certain things whilethey were in pain, he buys some of those too, though he also knows you don’thave a big sweet tooth and prefer other kinds of snacks so he gets those aswell.  Pretty much is carrying like five bags by the time he’s done.

You sigh when you see him, but you can’t help but feel warmand happy too.  “Did you buy the whole store?”

Kise just grins.  “I had to make sure my ___cchi haseverything she needs!”  You could practically see the hearts floating inthe air around him.

Himuro Tatsuya

Has never been asked this sort of things and so finds it alittle embarrassing.  But you are sick on top of it being that time of themonth and you say that the stuff the school has is absolutely awful.

So, he sucks up any discomfort he feels, which admittedly,was not that much, since this sort of things was natural and you couldn’texactly help it, and leaves the school for the nearest store. Murasakibara demands to come along because, of course, snacks.

Once he gets there and realizes what he faces, he askspolitely for you to be specific.  If he’s going to be out heredoing this, he doesn’t want it to be a wasted trip.  You take a picture ofthe right package and send it to him, and he’s very grateful.

Murasakibara is done gathering snacks before he’s done andjoins in him in the aisle.  He just sort of blinks at everything and givesabsolutely no fucks about being a guy in this aisle.  His size and generalthreat keep anyone from so much as snickering.

Because you ask, he picks up some snacks for you, andMurasakibara adds to the pile because he too has sisters and these things havealways made them less mean in the past.

When the two boys show up at your door, you smile at themand thank them profusely.  The giant has lost interest and immediatelyleaves, but Himuro lets you invite him in for some serious cuddle time.

Takao Kazunari

This kid is going to tease you, especially if you forgotto stock up.  He goes a little easier if it’s a situation like you thoughtyou had enough then everything goes wrong and suddenly you don’t. Still teases and laughs though.

His laughter covers nerves.  He’d never let anyone seeit on the outside, but doing this for you was… weird.  Of course he knewyou were a girl and thus dealt with this sort of thing, and he had a littlesister, but it was just so different.

Drags Midorima to the store for moral support, also totorture his best friend, because the green haired boy is bright red the momenthe drags him in to the requisite aisle.  Takao is so busy laughing, hebarely notices any discomfort he feels. 

You were very specific, but Takao still gets the wrong onebecause they all look the same to him and honestly, what’s thedifference?  Luckily, Midorima, though he hates every second, is so analthat he doesn’t let Takao get away with this attitude.  He reads yourtext, takes whatever Takao has picked up and puts it back, grabbing the rightone.  He does not, however, let anyone see him and high tails it out ofthe store the second he fixes the mistake.

Takao has mixed feelings about this at first, at least untilhe gets back to you and you light up and give him a kiss for a job welldone.  Then he’s actually kind of thankful for his tsundere friend.

[nottswitch]

Christmas Starts Early

At the very moment I saw this picture, the idea popped into my head and here's the finished result! Enjoy and beware of more festive fluff coming ;)

Christmas was in the air since the 1st of December. Somehow, what felt like magic, streets changed just overnight and when you went outside on the first winter day's morning, holidays hit you straight in the face, and that means literally — you were met by a pile of snow thrown at you by a cold windflaw. Not really a pleasant start, but you were happy anyway. You cleaned your face from what now was water and squeezed your eyes shut because the sun was shining like crazy. An unusual day for London was it, for sure.

You felt someone's hands on your waist and smiled widely because you knew exactly who it was. Ben kissed the back of your head and then you felt his warm breath on your neck.

"You forgot this, babe." He handed you your favourite warm furry hat, gave you a small kiss on a cheek and walked away to get in a car. "Don't want you to catch a cold, I need you all good and healthy," he said, smiling gently while opening the door and inviting you in.

"Where is this spiced scent coming from?" you wondered, sniffing carefully.

Ben just gave you a grin, turning on the radio. Mariah Carey's voice sounded so familiar and cosy that you couldn't help but smiled for probably the hundredth time this morning.

"You went all out, didn't you?" you asked, giving Ben your best heart eyes.

"All for you, sweetie, all for you."

You knew that and it was one of the reasons why you loved this man so much. You remembered last year when you two just started dating, it was a month or so you had been going out when Christmas fell on your head all of a sudden. You didn't have any time to prepare and ended up decorating the house at 10 p.m. on the 24th of December. Christmas tree wasn't present at your place, you were running up to catch the last ones early in the morning the next day, when most of the shops were, of course, closed. So all in all, your first Christmas together turned out to be quite a mess and this year Ben was eager to fully redeem himself as it seemed.

"Have I ever told you you're the best?"

"Hm..." Ben frowned and pretended to be thinking hard. "The last time you did was this early morning when I got you a coffee in bed, so yeah, you indeed have told me that."

You rolled your eyes, smiling anyway. He was just the most adorable dork ever.

"And, let me say, I fully agree with you," he continued, finally starting the car. You merely laughed and lightly slapped his hand.

"You are definitely not suffering from the lack of confidence."

When you arrived to the building where your work place was located, you didn't want to leave the car for sure. The ride was very pleasant, you sang along to every song on the radio — there were mostly Christmas ones but that made it even better — and downed a cup of the most delicious spiced latte ever which Ben got you at some random coffee shop on your way. But now it was time for work and you really didn't want to go anywhere.

"I want to stay," you muttered, hugging Ben's arm. "Can I please screw my work for today?"

"I'd be one hundred percent up for it if you were free today, love," Ben said, caressing your knee, "but I don't want you to get fired."

"Surprisingly enough!" you replied. "You've never liked my boss. And Jeremy the clerk. And "that blonde bitch with a voice so high that I'm surprised you still haven't went deaf". You even hate our security guard!"

"I have my reasons!" Ben protested. "But you seem to get along with those weirdos."

You laughed, letting Ben's hand go and giving him a kiss. He was right there, being fired now wasn't the best idea and you were already half an hour late.

"Love you!" he shouted while you were walking towards the building entrance. You turned your head and smiled, waving to Ben. You already wanted this work day to end as fast as possible.

And it thankfully did. It was 6 p.m. when you breathed in cold wintery air and childishly opened your mouth to catch a snowflake. Sun was already down and fairylights, decorating every tree on your way home, made an impression of hundreds of fireflies stuck in snow-covered tree branches. The only drawback of the beautiful setup was the abcense of Ben by your side. He called you during your lunchtime and said he won't be able to pick you up this evening as work kept him very busy. You said it was alright and you wanted to have a walk anyway but deep down you got upset. Not for a long time though, a minute after Ben's call someone knocked on your door. Obviously, you wasn't expecting any clients during the lunch and got very curious. Turned out, it was a courier with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a card with a very familiar handwriting on it. Your smile grew wider when you read a little note.

"To: the best girl in this whole damn world

From: the luckiest man who doesn't deserve her presence in his life

Please accept my sincere apologies and enjoy these gorgeous flowers (not as gorgeous as you ofc xx)"

This was the card you were reading again and again, walking along the street. Your house could have been seen already — it wasn't a very long way from work. You looked up at its dark windows and decided that they definitely need some decorations.

Silence met you when you entered the house. You closed the door behind you, sighing and putting the keys down at a shelf. How much you wished Ben was here! He would've made some pasta for sure, you thought, your stomach was making noises by that moment.

You jumped up as you heard something in the living room. A thought struck your head like a lightning that it might have been an actual thief! You crawled in needed direction, carefully looking into the room.

"SURPRISE SURPRISE!"

"BLOODY HELL!" you screamed after the light turned on and almost blinded you. "BEN, YOU ASSHOLE! WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO SCARE ME LIKE THAT?!"

Of course, it was Ben who bursted into laughter when he saw your shocked face.

"Why are you laughing?! I could've easily shit myself and it would have been purely your fault! And also..." you finally noticed not only the unashamed face of your beloved boyfriend but what was standing next to him. "What's that?!"

"I thought you'd recognise it but seems like you need explanation," Ben said, still chuckling. "That's what is called a Christmas tree!"

You couldn't believe your eyes. A fully decorated Christmas tree was standing right in front of you, sparkling with fairy lights. Ben was also sparkling, but with a grin. Shock on your face was little by little changing into amusement.

"Is it real?" you whispered to yourself but Ben heard it and came closer, pulling you into a hug.

"I was pricked at least five times while decorating so I can't tell it's indeed very real," he said, looking in your eyes. Tears of happiness were ready to be released and Ben embraced you for the second time.

"Don't you dare cry, love, this wasn't meant to be sad," he murmured.

"I'm not sad at all, how could you think so," you said quietly. "I'm just..."

"What?"

"Happy, Ben. Very happy."

You held him tight, resting your head on his chest, feeling calm and incredibly lucky.

"Did I make it up for the crappy last year?" Ben whispered in your ear. Instead of answering you sweetly kissed him. This was the only possible way to express all of your current feelings. You could feel Ben smiling and couldn't help but smiled yourself.

"Christmas starts early this time, am I right?"

"As early as you wish, darling."

[bearsace]

Hello! I saw that you were taking requests for IkeSen headcannons/fics, so I hope this isn't too much to ask, but what do think about female!Mitsuhide or any of the guys? What do you think they'd be like if they were girls instead?

ikesen requests are open!

oh my goodness so i only did the oda forces sinc those are the ones i know well enough to write with confidence sdlkfjdlkfj but this was so fun thank you! i pictured a female mc for this, but it could definitely be easily changeable ;;

nobunaga

she’s super gorgeous, has the same seductive qualities as male nobunaga ;; curvy, tall, and statuesque with these eyes that just smolder at you

when you first meet her you’re a little confused because …… this is the great warlord (warlady?) nobunaga?? the one from the history books?

you imagined a woman who didn’t look like. as hot as her honestly

and when she presses you against the wall in the famous Using Your Lips as a Cup scene

well that’s when you’re done for. you can feel every curve of her body and her voice is low and sultry, and her eyes light up in a grin when you swallow the sake

when she comes home from a fight one day you’re really shaken;; she just wrings the blood out of her long hair and her eyes are cold

but getting to know her is something amazing (i mean it is no matter what gender nobunaga is :’)). games of go are filled with tension as her eyes slip into focus and her slender fingers rub the pieces between them, and she bites her lip while she thinks of her next move

she knows exactly where to touch as well oop

when she kisses you she brings your hand to her breast, just above her heart and holds it there, and you can feel her relax in your arms and lean in to the kiss

she likes to sit with her back against the headboard and pulls you in close between her legs with your back to her chest, stroking your hair almost in the way someone would stroke a pet and nipping at the junction of your neck and shoulder. the tops of her kimono are falling off her shoulders so you can turn around and kiss the skin there, making her shiver, and the ends of her kimono pool up around her legs so you can rub at her thighs

she’s so hot gdi

mitsuhide

like nobunaga, she’s got the same slinkiness about her, but stands taller

when she looks at you from her vantage point, she tilts her head and regards you through half-lidded eyes with this infuriating smirk that’s probably painted in blood-red lipstick

and this woman clearly thinks she’s better than you but she’s so attractive dammit you want to deck her

her hair is either super long and flowing, or it’s pin-straight and cut blunt, longer in the front than it is in the back you pick

you know that tumblr post about being hot enough to make people question their sexuality?

yeah that’s mitsuhide

and she knows it too

which means she literally never stops teasing you and watching how flustered you get

probably the kind of person who flaunts her assets to get what she wants out of prisoners and shit

she bleeds sensuality honestly, and it has you so shook because gorgeous snow-haired woman? paying attention to my me? it’s more likely than you think.

she has these really long, sharp nails and she likes to run them across your thighs, tapping her fingers along the way

and when she undresses you she does it verrrryyy slowly and deliberately—

she begins at your throat and traces her way down to your bellybutton, down between your cleavage, opening your kimono just a little;

then back up to your mouth where she caresses your lips with a smirk, then comes back down

and she continues until you’re moaning for her just to take me already dammit, we haven’t even gotten started and u just undressing me has me so sh00k

masamune

WONDER WOMAN

okay not actually wonder woman but build-wise, she’s lean and muscular and proud of it

she ties her brown hair back into a braid that’s long enough for her to tuck into her belt, and you can see mischief playing in that bright eye

you see her playing with her sword one day, and when she catches you watching, she grins at you and bites her lip

well that’s it you’re done for

she’s actually a little short compared to the others, which makes her fighting style even more ferocious and calculated as she’s got the speed and slipperiness that they don’t

the first time she kisses you you’re so shook

like maybe you haven’t even kissed a girl before (or if you have, definitely not one as attractive as masamune)

and she flirts with you even more than she already did after that because gotdamn you’re So Attracted to her

the first time you go horseback riding with her you’re so shaken; she pulls you close and you can feel the hard muscle of her body against your back as her throaty laughter rings out in your ears

not many women are allowed to have such a high military position, she explains, and she had to prove herself time and time again and you can tell by the way she so clearly enjoys her time with the troops and riding her horse that she was born for it

she was born to ride other things too

she’s a biter, and she leaves her mark up and down your body

definitely keeps her habit of calling you “kitten” and one day calls you a “good girl” in bed. automatic nut

anyways after a night of Fun you come into the common room without realizing how many bite marks you have up and down your body

hideyoshi bursts out laughing

masamune just smirks. you berate her for not telling you. she simply catches your finger between her teeth while you’re wagging it at her and winks at you, and you’ve gotta excuse the two of you for maybe an hour or the entire day

ieyasu

fighting smol

seriously like she’s even shorter than masamune

but she’s slender and literally looks like a doll she’s so pretty and porcelain, like you’d never expect her to be anyone scary

probably like 5′0″ and 100lbs, hair cut to shoulder-length (think the wavy windswept bob hairstyle in-game)

has a glare like ice honestly, and tbh her voice is probably pretty high pitched compared to the others ;;; probably the one to give off the ~cute~ image but lowkey wants to murder you in your sleep

when she’s practicing archery, she suddenly becomes someone imposing

and when she gives you that pair of earrings she scowls, but blushes anyway and she has really good taste in jewelry

so you buy her this beautiful necklace and she honestly turns beet red

“well…… i guess i have to take it since you spent money on it…… but i wish you didn’t buy me things as useless as jewelry”

you see her wearing it like everyday after that tho

but you take heed and instead commission mitsunari to design a practical bracelet that helps with archery (idk maybe it holds arrows or smthn so she doesn’t have to reach elsewhere to pick one out to nock?) and ieyasu is so shook she can even overlook the fact that mitsunari designed it

when she kisses you, she has to stand on her tiptoes and sling one arm around your neck to pull you down. in any other situation it would be cute because “omg she’s so short” but in this situation like… “wow ieyasu that’s really hot” with the confidence with which she brings you to her level

she’s really outright with what she wants in bed. “no i don’t like that” or “yes, that feels perfect” are common phrases you’ll hear

she pays special attention to bringing you to climax. her brow furrows as she focuses on touching you in all your sweet spots

mitsunari

Extremely Gorgeous Goddess Lady

long hair that falls in the most perfect waves, voluminous, straight out of a pantene commercial. lips that are a natural scarlet color like she’s just been sucking on a cherry popsicle. tall-ish, about your height, but not quite as tall as nobunaga and mitsuhide

you’re drawn in by her almost immediately because her eyes are clever and kind

that one girl who all the boys follow around, but she doesn’t know that;;; she thinks that they all want war advice

you become fast friends as she teaches you to play go before u realize,, Oh Shit, I’ve Fallen for Her!

she has a laugh like bells honestly. so good. so pure

you have tea with her all the time but she’s SO BAD at making tea and apologizes profusely when you nearly throw up since it tastes like gasoline?? um??

it’s fine, because you make her these delicious dumplings and sew her a pretty new kimono which quickly becomes her favorite. she wears it to all the important war councils which makes her even more of a stunner among men tbh

on that note……. during war councils she goes from soft angel to confident war woman…… her eyes take on this sure and calculating gleam and it’s so hot you can hardly keep your hands off her when the council is over

she loves to hold you in bed and stroke your hair— you both always find yourselves laughing together, and her skin feels so soft against yours

she’s really careful, always asking you what feels good, though she’s not afraid to experiment. her hair is soft and silky and you love to run your fingers through it while she kisses your neck

she alternates between big spoon and little spoon tbh. when she’s big spoon, her breath washes over the back of your neck while she sleeps and even the sound of it is so calming um wtf?

when she’s little spoon she rests her head on your shoulder and gently kisses along your jawline till you fall asleep

even when you become romantic partners, she stays your best friend and you can talk deep into the night

hideyoshi

MOM FRIEND ALERT!

she’s about the same height as you and mitsunari, so it’s pretty funny to watch her order around the likes of mitsuhide, one of the two Tols in the group

especially when she scolds him oop

her loyalty to nobunaga is something to be admired, because it’s passionate and devoted and she’s completely unashamed of it

she garners the attention of both men and women (and you)

like she makes people question their sexuality not for the same reasons as mitsuhide’s attractiveness, but rather because she’s confident and independent and women are often confused whether they wanna bang her or be her

it’s a little bit of both, at least for you

she doesn’t trust you initially and makes that clear, but you’re persistent

and as you get to know her you fall hard b/c if she were a modern woman, she’d be the Strong Independent One you hear about all the time who runs a business

she takes good care of you

you fall ill one day and she nurses you back to health,

“honestly, mc, i told you not to go out in the rain like that”

and she sighs, looking genuinely distressed, and you’re shook to the max

she stops by a lot to make sure you’re doing okay, and usually swings by and keeps you company, putting off this sure, steadfast aura that comforts you and makes you feel safe around her

she knows what she wants in bed and guides your hips to where she wants them to go

but she’s also gentle and patient and makes sure you climax as well

in the morning, you’ll wake up and see her smiling at you and all is well in the world :’)