#I considered them cold but he’s a smoker so

[tfpriests]

Thinking about August choking abel

When he stops August is like “it felt good right?” While Abel’s breathing heavily and is kinda frozen,he’s never felt something like that before,he’s never felt like he was trapped or stuck like that.it was weird and scary (as much as he didn’t want to accept that)

“If you want,you can do it to me”and he pulls his hands towards his throat ,looking at him lovingly

“I could teach you how to do it to younger people,without killing them”

Abel couldn’t help but notice it’s the same look he gives his students,when he’s holding their hands and showing them their mistakes

[l-in-the-light]

Law didn't know about the kids in Punk Hazard

This will be an unpopular opinion, because fandom loves to think Law is so shocked here because of Strawhats crazy antics. But I believe that the actual reason why Law looks so horrified is because of the kids. He didn't know Caesar was experimenting on kids and right under Law's nose. He spent months there and yet he didn't know.

How is that possible? Because Law had to agree to two conditions so Caesar would allow him to stay on that island: 1. give up his heart in exchange for Monett's 2. not be nosey about Caesar's research. And if Law would break that deal, his heart would get crushed at any moment. So why would he break the deal before he would figure out how to get his heart back? He stayed there for months and I doubt he needed to stay there for that long, he was just stuck there because of that stupid condition. And yet soon after he found out (thanks to Strawhats), he reacts like this and betrays Caesar:

I still have no idea who Caesar reminded Law of. At first I thought "Doffy, right?" but Doflamingo despite being manipulative never had to actually drug people not to leave his side, that's exactly why he is so scary in the first place. My current bet is Vegapunk, for two reasons:

1. Everything Caesar does or did is implied to be a copy of Vegapunk's inventions, just worse quality: artificial zoan fruit dragon = smile fruits, that's why Caesar knows how to "respawn" devil fruits as well, don't think it's his own achievement. Also we're being fed to a lie for the whole duration of Punk Hazard: Caesar isn't the only person capable of producing SAD, Law reveals it on Sunny on their way to Dressrosa: "he only found an use for Vegapunk's lineage factors" - which means any other scientist could have done the same as long as they knew the method. At first Vegapunk was also part of the illegal science group of Punk Hazard, which means both him and Caesar did experiments on humans (prisoners, Kaido, Alber, but not kids, but it's still experimenting on humans). All things considered it doesn't have to be a stretch that Law might mean Vegapunk here, after all he did read a lot about world government's experiments that were previously done on Punk Hazard (he did share a bit about gigantification for example and that was also an experiment Vegapunk was involved in!).

2. It could have been Judge, but I don't think Law ever met him. His surprise at seeing Stealth Black for real was enough of a proof to me, he never met any Germa before.

Remember Flevance and all the kids dying? Or Law's novel when one of the first feats Law does after forming Heart Pirates together with Bepo, Shachi and Penguin is to rescue people from pirates? I even think it mentions "rescue kids" specifically.

Staying on Punk Hazard and having a deal with Caesar who experimented on kids and Law having no idea about it must have been a big blow to him. He probably thought he's partially responsible for that. And despite the fact we don't see much of his emotions in that arc, we do see two little hints of it:

Overreacting much? He didn't really need to cut them up, seems like he released his anger there.

This one's easy to miss. He eats while looking at the kids, gulps his soup in one go and throws away the bowl. For someone so calm and composed that seems like such an uneccessary display and has like nothing to do with his talk with Smoker. But if we compare it to a certain someone having a flashback to his trauma, it all suddenly makes sense:

I see the parallel here, even though it's subtle.

In summary: Law wasn't a cold bitch, he was actually genuinely traumatized after Punk Hazard. That line between "good" and "evil" the marines painted feels even more symbolic, all things considered. Law believes himself to be a villain there and hates it.

Bonus: Yes, I remember that Law told Strawhats to forget about the kids when they told him they want to save them. He probably thought they can't pull it off or maybe he still felt bound by his deal with Caesar. Instead of being a counterargument I feel like it just makes the whole thing worse: he thought there's no way to save them which in turn for sure made him feel even worse about himself. He ended up being what he hated the most: the government's decision of not even trying to help Flevance and dooming it, just like Law himself doomed the kids.

Strawhats literally saved his heart a little bit there, in Punk Hazard. Didn't help him feel better about himself, but made him believe slightly more in miracles.

[beomiracles]

I know I already requested something but I just came up with a specific prompt...

An angsty (maybe tatted) Taehyun who's a smoker and his friend (reader) is totally against it. He asks what else can he be addicted to and,,, well sex 🙂

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... the second you sent this one in I knew it was the one of the two I would pick hehe. sucker for people who smoke, share ur cigs with me (flirting) ─ it might not be as smutty as you wanted but I felt like this is what fit the plot best? :>

not very proofread I fear...

wc -> 1.8k

pairings smoker!taehyun x afab!reader warnings friends to ???, smoking, taehyun has tattoos, references to alcohol, very public fingering, kissing >.<

The loud thumping of music fills your ears as you stumble out of the beating club. The cold night air showering your body in goosebumps; you shudder as you wrap your arms around yourself. Peering out across the dark street, you find a lonesome figure slumped by the side of the road, their back turned to you. 

You stagger over, heels clacking against the pavement. Upon reaching the figure, you slump down next to them, pulling on your heels with a small grimace. “Stupid fucking shoes..” you mutter as you twist the strap around your ankle. The person next to you scoffs, the small action carrying a dark cloud in your direction and you turn to give them a glare. 

“I thought I told you to quit smoking”, you scold as you point an accusing finger in the direction of Taehyun. He merely rolls his eyes as he brings the cigarette to his lips, taking a slow drag. “You did”, he muses as he twists it between his fingers, blowing you another cloud of smoke. Scrunching your nose in disgust you turn back to your shoes as you attempt to pry them off. 

“Piece of shit”, you whine as your fingers slip against the small clasp. Taehyun cocks an eyebrow at you as his gaze drops to your feet, “are you drunk?”, he asks and you frown. “No…tipsy at best!” You state as you use both hands to untie the leather straps of your heels, it takes some effort but at last you get it open. Kicking your shoes off, you sigh as you stretch your legs out in front of you. 

Leaning back on your hands, you let your head fall back as your eyes flutter closed, the smudged makeup on your face shimmering in the moonlight. “You know that shit kills you?” You mutter without looking at him. Taehyun smirks as he shakes his head, “aren’t we all bound to die?” — His words make you snort, “that’s so cliché.” 

He purses his lips as his gaze drifts to the empty road, “thought you liked those?” — You roll your eyes, “yeah, in movies. There’s nothing cliché about dying of lung cancer”, you then state and Taehyun refuses a small chuckle. For a moment everything is quiet, even the loud bass of the club behind you seemed to have died down, the fresh night air slowly began sobering you up. 

“Why do you smoke?” You suddenly ask, part of you wonders why you hadn’t asked that very question years ago. You had known Taehyun almost your whole teens, and up until early adulthood he had always been seen with a cigarette in his hand. Though you had told him off about it plenty of times, you never stopped to ask why he even did it in the first place. 

Taehyun sighs next to you as he takes another drag, slowly letting the polluting air drain down his lungs. He tips his head back as he exhales, “why don’t you?” His countering question made you frown, “because it’s fucking disgusting? And I want to live above the age of 30”, you calmly state, a small pout forming on your lips. 

“That still didn’t answer my question”, you add as your finger taps the pavement behind you. Taehyun hums, seemingly considering his answer carefully. “I suppose I do so because it feels good”, he shrugs and you can’t hold back your scoff. “That’s such a bullshit reason”, you jeered. — “There’s plenty of other enjoyable things.” 

“Like what?” 

His question catches you off guard and you open your eyes as you tilt your head to look at him. You find him watching you with a curious, almost menacing expression, the corner of his lip threatening to curl into a smirk. You blink as your lips part, “well…y’know, stuff.” — “Stuff?” He queries and you feel your already blush painted cheeks redden. “Well yeah…oh come on don’t act like you don’t know”, you retort as you shoot him a small glare. 

Taehyun merely grins as he raises an eyebrow, “I don’t.” — You let out a small huff as you leisurely kick your heels around in front of you. “Well…things like kissing are nice I suppose..” you sheepishly mumble as your gaze remains on your discarded shoes. Beside you, Taehyun seems to consider your words as his tongue prods at the inside of his cheek.  Letting his cigarette drop to the ground as he crushes it with the sole of his shoe, causing you to glance in his direction with a confused frown. 

“What are-” 

You don’t get another word out before he leans in so close that you almost forget how to breathe properly. His breath reeks of smoke but you can’t find it in yourself to push him away. “Taehyun..?” You whisper, thinking that maybe you had drank more than you initially thought and that the liquor was playing a cheap trick on you. But his nose grazing yours made everything feel very real. 

His gaze drops to your lips, your lipstick smudged from hours spent on the dancefloor and chugging multiple rounds of shots. “Kissing, you say?” His voice is merely above a whisper and before you know it he presses his lips against yours. 

To kiss Kang Taehyun felt…weird. He had been a part of your life for so long as nothing more than a friend that it had never even crossed your mind what it would be like to have his tongue slide against your own. At the same time you find it hard to push him off, your lips responding against his without hesitation as you wrap an arm around his inked neck. Taehyun’s kisses were sweet, which certainly wasn’t something the multiple tattoos adorning his skin would let on to. 

And suddenly it felt as if you didn’t know him at all. This wasn’t the Taehyun you had called your friend for so many years, the Taehyun you had binged movies with or stayed up late with as you face timed. This was someone completely different, and a small part of you, a very curious part, wanted to get to know him better. 

A rough hand moves down the naked skin of your calf as he squeezes the flesh there, gently spreading your legs as he swiftly slid in between them. “T-Taehyun..” you murmur against his lips, but he doesn’t answer. Teeth clashing together as his chest presses against your sweaty one, you pull yourself from the hot kiss as you pant. Before you, Taehyun licks his lips as his gaze drops to your neck, his eyes roaming over your chest, barely concealed by your small sparkly top. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t gone clubbing together before, he was used to seeing you in revealing clothing. — But something in the air felt different tonight, you almost didn’t recognize the hunger in his eyes as his hand snaked around your waist. 

Soft lips graze along the curve of your neck and your head tips back as you gaze up toward the starlit sky. “The others, Taehyun…” you mumble as you steady your hands on the hard concrete of the sidewalk behind you, “they’ll come looking for us and, o-oh..” His cold fingers creeping up your thigh interrupt any train of thought and your mouth fell open as he brushed them against the lining of your panties. 

“They’re probably wasted”, he scoffs as he dips his fingers inside the thin fabric of your underwear, making you shudder as you bite back a small moan. “M-Maybe but…” The way his index finger circles your clit instantly makes your speech falter and you gasp out into the cold air. “You worry too much”, he grunts against the skin of your neck as he trails his kisses up along your jaw. 

Your brows knit together, “h-ah, do I?” Taehyun doesn’t answer as he pushes a teasing finger inside of your wet cunt, making your thighs wrap around his inked forearm, your skin rubbing against his painted one. His thumb slowly circles your clit as his middle finger dwells deep into your core, drawing a lewd moan from your lips. 

You had often seen him with other girls, just like he had seen you with other guys, it never made you feel particularly jealous, he was only your friend, right? How could you have been so blind to not see what you’d had in front of you all along. Gripping onto his shoulder, your nails sink into the fabric of his t-shirt as your head leans against his chest, his hand between your legs making you feel dizzier than any liquor ever had.

The sound of the door to the club behind you instantly makes you freeze, but before you can turn your head to assess the situation further Taehyun’s mouth is back on yours. Your eyes widened as you tried to pry him off, only to be met by a harsh groan as his hand around your waist pulled you closer. “Don’t turn around”, he murmurs against your lips and you do as he says. 

What had turned out to be a rather drunk couple of friends, muttered a few slurred sentences along the lines of ‘everyone’s got someone to kiss besides us”, before they all staggered down the empty street, brushing the small scene off once more. Seemingly unaware of Taehyun’s fingers deep inside of you. — You let out a sigh of relief and Taehyun pulls back with a small smirk. “Don’t look so smug”, you groan, his thumb on your clit causes a shiver to ripple through you, a small ‘f-fuck’, leaving your lips. 

He manages to coax a small whimper from you as he pushes a second finger inside, feeling you immediately clench around his long fingers. You swallow as your gaze meets his, filled to the brim with desire as he intently watches every change in your expression, from the small twitch of your brow to the way your lips parted. Your makeup too, was most certainly all over the place at this point, but you couldn’t find it in you to care as the familiar feeling surged in your stomach. 

“Fuck, you look fucking gorgeous”, he breathes as his gaze darts down to the way your thighs squeezed around his arm, a small groan passing his lips as you clung to him. With a small cry you shuddered as you came all over his fingers, your essence sliding down his hand as he continued to push in and out of your throbbing cunt, making you wail against the overstimulation. 

Taehyun’s lips are quick to sweep in and catch yours in a searing kiss. “Fuck”, he mutters as he slowly withdraws his hand, smearing your fluids all over your thighs as he squeezed the flesh. He leans back as he watches your dazed expression with a big smirk. 

“This might just top smoking.”

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[portgasdwrld]

Hello, Tomie! Are requests still open? I got the cutest fluff idea and I think you're the best writer for the job because you really write the characters so well.

Cold/stoic OP boys reacting to an S/O who MUST always stop to pet, feed, and photograph every cat on the street? Maybe Smoker, Zoro, and Law.

🍃Hey sweetheart!! Thank you for sending this ask! I love the idea so much and thanks for the support!! I hope you like it 🪽

🥝 Op men + cat lover reader

Featuring: Zoro, Law, Smoker

Warning: None, fluff, established relationship for Zoro & Law. GN! Reader

Zoro

Zoro stares at you as you stopped for the third time today to pet a black kitten this time. He doesn’t see the appeal & doesn’t understand why you love cats so much. He looks around making sure you two are still out of any enemy attack, before he approaches you. He gasps a little when he sees you open your bag to feed the animal with some treats specially made for them.

-Do you just walk around hoping to fall on a cat?

He asks in his usual stern voice. You look over your shoulder and laugh when the realization hits. You couldn’t help but soften, faced to those adorable animals. You would take them all on the ship with you if you could.

-I do be giving this impression, huh?

-Yeah,… you really seem to like them.

-They are so cute don’t you think??

You exclaim while picking up the cat in your hands and showing it to him. He furrows his eyebrows, before looking away uninterested.

-Nah, don’t get it.

-You’re always so grumpy, a bit like a cat.

-Are you comparing me to that thing??

-A thing?? It’s so cuteee!! Look! It even has a scar on its eye just like you! What are the odds!

Zoro’s cheeks slightly flush embarrassed by your comparison, while the cat and him stare at each other. He scoffs as your words ring in his head. He doesn’t see the ressemblance and doesn’t want to. A pirate like him looking like a kitten? You must be out of your mind.

-Let’s go, the others are waiting.

He says quicken up his pace as he walks away from you, still flustered. He hears your laugh echo again and soon after, your arms wrap around his as you look at him with big eyes.

-Do you think the cat is a fighter too?

He gives you a bit of a side eye wondering where you find those type of questions. He shrugs his shoulders as a smirk cover his face.

-He must be the strongest, if so.

Maybe he will consider making space for a cat in your shared cabin, maybe…

Law

Law sighs as he sees you once again bend down to pet a cat. He’s always a bit in a hurry as he’s a busy man, in his words. So he does find it inconvenient that you have this habit. The crew is walking not too far behind and he hopes to not waste any more time in this village after buying everything they needed.

-Are you done?

He asks softly, but it still comes off with an annoyed undertone and his stoic facial expression doesn’t help. You straighten your back as you give him a bit of his attitude back.

-Nah

You retort while putting your tongue out and hugging the cat in your arms.

-The cat has an ear missing..They need a doctor!

Laws mouth stays open for a little a bit speechless. He cocks an eyebrow as he looks at you.

-It’s a stray cat, they are made strong.

-Pfff, not very doctor of you, Trafalgar.

You reply while scrunching a little your nose unsatisfied with his answer. Law rubs the bridge of his nose, before getting a better look of the cat.

-Im a doctor for humans …. The ears seems like an old scar that have already been healed, so don’t worry.

He adds as he notices your uneasy expression. You smile and ruffle with the tip of your finger the fur on top of the cat’s head, happy with the news. You thank him, before letting the cat go.

-Stay safe~

You say to the cat with caring eye as you watch it walk away. Law watches with a fond smile. You take his hand and with the crew, you make your way back home.

Smoker

He exhales a cloud of smoke as he cocks an eyebrow to you petting a cat that crossed by you two.

-Isn’t it so cute!!

You exclaim with an excited expression as you focus on the small creature in front of you. You reach for your bag where you find your camera and click couple of pictures.

-What are you doing? We are wasting time.

-Im taking pictures for souvenirs!

-Of cats ?

He retorts, lowkey judging you. He thinks the behaviour is a little childish, especially when you two needs to be attentive at all time for any pirates that can cause trouble. But here you are, taking pictures of cats and petting them.

-Yeah, why not? Want me to take some of you?

You say with a teasing smirk and you stare at him this time. The man blushes a little flustered and shakes his head.

- This isn’t very professional.

-Ohh, relaaax. If some idiots want to cause trouble we don’t need to worry if you are here right ?

-U-uh yeah…

-All cool then~

You conclude with a cocky smile, satisfied as you pet another cat under the man’s confused eyes.

[toxic3mmy]

prompt: alex is your new and annoying stepbrother

warnings: incest (kinda?), taboo, smexual scenarios, and again… INCESTTTT

not everyone is interested in themes like this and that’s okay! keep in mind, this is all made up and i am by no means encouraging blood relative incest lolll

also, im trying something new— this will be a mini book with hopefully more than two chapters so stay tuned!

Part One

you sighed as you looked at your reflection. new town, new life, new school, but the same old you.

you only had one person you knew in this new city but even then, you didn’t want to overwhelm him with the fact that he’s all you had. you sighed again as you finished getting ready.

a text message from him let you know that he was outside waiting for you. you grabbed your keys and purse before making your way to his car.

“for someone that doesn’t want attention on them, you sure look hot tonight” he winked

“oh shut up. you know i don’t want to go to this party, missa”

“i know, but hey, it could be a good way to make friends you know?”

“i guess you make a good point… let’s go”

he drove you to the house party and you hesitantly followed him inside. immediately as you walked in, missa was greeted by a lot of different people. you felt a little jealous that he had so many friends already. still, you smiled as he let you know he was going to be with his friends and to meet him later in the night for a ride home.

you decided to make your way to the kitchen to find some alcohol to help loosen you up. hopefully you’ll be able to socialize after a drink or two.

you made yourself a simple orange juice and tequila drink and soon wandered off to the vacant backyard. you sat in one of the benches and watched the moon rise.

you weren’t excited about moving, not one bit. but you knew that your mom had a long distance relationship here and you just wanted her to be happy.

you sipped your drink and enjoyed the nighttime breeze. you weren’t too bothered by being by yourself, you were actually quite used to it. you just hoped that it would be a decent college year, considering it was your senior year.

“y/n! hey, want to smoke with me and my buddies?” missa suddenly appeared from inside

“um.. sure, if you’re okay with that”

“of course i am or i wouldn’t have asked” he laughed and led you to the other side of the wraparound back porch

“guys, this is y/n, she just moved here from texas. she’s pretty cool” missa smiled

you nervously waved at his friends and stood quietly as they introduced themselves briefly and passed around a blunt. you weren’t much of a smoker so you knew to take it easy. after you took a small puff, you went to hand it to one of missa’s friends that was standing near you. just as you approached him, he turned around and ran right into your outreached hand with the blunt, burning his arm

“im so sorry—”

“aw fuck! god, watch what the fuck you’re doing you clumsy bitch!” he yelled right in your face

“it was an accident! you don’t have to be such an asshole!” you spat right back

“woah, chill alex, she didn’t mean to do that” missa suddenly said sternly, defensively standing in front of you to shield you

“you’re seriously gonna defend this bitch?” alex narrowed his eyes at you

“dude, i think you’ve had enough to drink”

“fuck you missa… protect your prissy little whore all you want” he mumbled

you had had enough of his insults and you threw your ice cold drink in his face, smiling as he began to cry out that his eyes were burning

missa quickly grabbed your hand and led you through the house and into his car. the two of you were suddenly laughing uncontrollably.

“so much for a first impression” you said, shaking your head

“well, it could’ve been worse. but hey, at least tomorrow you’ll make a better first impression when you meet your mom’s boyfriend and his son” missa shrugged

“i guess you’re right”

he dropped you off at your aunt’s house and you got ready for bed.

~

you woke up early to make sure that all your things were packed and ready to go.

although your mom was in a long distance relationship, her boyfriend had proposed to her a month ago which is why she decided to move the two of you all the way to california.

you had been staying at your aunts house with your mom for about a week now and today was the day that her fiancé was back from a business trip.

this meant that it was also the day the two of you were moving in with her fiancé and his son. yeah… it was definitely a lot to take in. his son still lived with him even though he was in the same grade as you. this was probably because his dad was always away on business trips. at least you’ll have one other person you’ll know at your new college.

“ready to go, mija?”

“yup” you smiled and the two of you said goodbye to your aunt

the car ride to your mom’s fiancés house wasn’t too long. you looked around the neighborhood and admired the huge houses.

as you approached a house at the end of a cul de sac, you almost gasped at the sight. this house was beautiful. it had so many windows which definitely meant a ton of rooms. you were in awe.

your mom put a code in at the front gate and she parked in the driveway. the two of you started unloading your luggage just as a tall handsome older man approached your mom.

“hola hermosa, im so happy to see you” he smiled and embraced your mother

“and you must be y/n, it’s very nice to finally meet you” he took your hand and kissed it gently

“it’s nice to meet you as well” you smiled

the three of you brought in all the luggage from the car. the inside of the house was even more beautiful. you admired its entirety as your mom and soon to be stepdad were catching up a bit

“well, feel free to look around ladies. i will show you to your rooms and— oh yes! i wanted to introduce you to my son. vieja.. y/n… this is my son alexis” he gestured to the figure that was making his way downstairs

your blood immediately boiled as you realized exactly who he was. you said nothing as your mother hugged him and introduced the two of you. you felt enraged and embarrassed all at once

this is definitely going to be a shit show.

[unoriginalfellow567]

Herbs n’ stuff

Getting high with Leon Kennedy after saving the President’s daughter

Leon Kennedy x genderneutral!reader

Crack fic

Dividers from: @cafekitsune

Idrk what this is, I didn’t have any inspo for a long time, but I wanted to write something with Leon. And, I thought of the meme of him making a joint, and this came about to be. I think it’s be one of my longest works yet (I apologise in advance for any possible erroneous spelling). Enjoy!

The meme:

The rain pattered against the grimy windows, thunder and lighting striking at arbitrary times, the pair a stark contrast against the soothing effects the rain had on yours, Leon and Ashley’s nerves after the events, the horrors, that had transpired just a few hours ago.

Leon and you were pretty bored, and extremely fatigued. You felt jealousy crawl its way out of the pit of your stomach and nearly escape your mouth through the means of pathetic whining at the sight of Ashely sleeping on one of the villagers’ bed, Leon’s leather jacket (which, quite frankly, you wanted one like it) splayed out under her in a poor attempt of protecting her from the filthy sheets.

You spun on your chair to face Leon, who was sat on the opposite side of the wooden table stationed near the window. “She’s out cold,” you stated the obvious, staring into his weary eyes, dark bags drooping. “Poor girl’s been through hell and back, she deserves some rest.” He replied, softy tapping his fingers on the table’s surface. “How’s your rib?” He asks, referring to the injury you had attained while fighting Saddler’s mutated form. “It’s.. still there, I think. So, that’s something,” you replied, shrugging slightly. “Don’t worry, Hunnigan said a chopper will get here soon,” he assured with a small smile, trying to alleviate the situation. “I’ll live.” Is your reply.

“Hey, you got any more of those green herbs?” You ask Leon, hopeful. “It won’t do anything for broken bones, y’know,” he stated. “That’s not an answer, ‘y’know’,” You mocked, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I do have some left. Here,” he yielded, retrieving a variety of herbs from his attache case, rolling them up in a piece of paper and handing the combination to you. “Thanks.” You reply, not long before getting out a lighter from one of the pockets of your cargo pants, and lighting the rudimentary joint up.

“The hell are you doing?” Leon asks, seeing you inhale the smoke, then blow it out. “Look, different people have different coping mechanisms. This is the best I’ve got at the moment, take it or leave it,” You say, raising your eyebrows invitingly and holding the joint out to him.

He looked at the drug, then back at you, then at then back at the joint in you hand, and reluctantly accepted it. “Ok..” were his words before he took a drag of the reefer. “Weren’t you not a smoker?” You raised an eyebrow, teasing him. “People change.” He shut you down quickly.

It was amusing, really, two of the U.S.’s most elite agents, smoking healing herbs, high off their asses in a crumbling shed in the middle of a forest right in the Spanish ass-crack of nowhere, saying whatever came to their minds, lamenting about how ‘relationships are a waste of time, man’, as you had re-iterated several times, each more sober than the last, whilst simultaneously laughing (as little and quietly as you could, considering your broken rib and Ashley respite) at his stories of rejection.

‘No use calling yourself a one lady type of guy if there aren’t any women interested in you’, as he had quoted.

It had been a nice change of pace, seeing Leon in a more mellow state. His snark combined with the misanthropic attitude, which seemingly never faltered, cracked, allowing out a more vulnerable, exposed Leon. A more.. human Leon.

You couldn’t remember where you first heard the corny-ass saying, ‘laughter is the best medicine’, but this moment solidified it. Or maybe it was the green herb, mixed with some other leaves of which colours you couldn’t remember. Probably, both.

“And then she went to the bathroom and jumped outta the fucking window! And left me to pay for her meal! The nerve,” his words were bitter, yet you could see the amusement of the anecdote in his bloodshot eyes.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had went on a date. It was somewhat surprising that Leon had time to indulge in the romantic aspects of life, considering your own schedule working as an agent, but maybe he just manages his time better than you do. Who knows.

“Hey, times are tough, man,” You shrugged, taking another drag of the badly-rolled up joint, and slowly blowing out the fumes. “How long did Hunnigan say it was gonna take for a chopper to get here?” You asked for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. “It should be here in,” Leon took a look at his watch, squinting like he had some sort of visual impairment, then he looked up at you again, “15 minutes or so. Going by the storm outside, I’d triple that.” He replied nonchalantly. “I say 30 minutes, wanna bet?” You raise an eyebrow, staring him directly in his red eyes. “You sure you wanna? I’m right pretty much all the time,” he declared cockily, smirking. “Yeah, ‘right’ my ass, you’re just lucky as hell. I wouldn’t be surprised if you have a pot of gold at home.” I rolled my eyes. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if you have a cauldron.” He retorted, stumping out the joint you both were smoking by pressing it into the windowsill on his right.

“Devastating blow.” You deadpan, then return to the subject at hand. “10.. Hamiltons if I’m right, and vice-versa.” You established, and he nodded. There was a comforting silence which ensued, and you took the time to observe Ashley���s sleeping form, her features soft and peaceful. A contrast to the events that had transpired just a few hours prior.

“What do you think’ll happen to her? In the future, I mean,” you looked back at Leon. “Who knows?” He shrugged, “She’s got her whole life ahead of her. I remember when I was her age..” he replied, closing his eyes. “Okay, old man,” You joked, just an innocent jab, in your mind. “Raccoon City.. I was her age when I survived its horrors, back in 1998.” He revealed sombrely. “Shit, Leon, I didn’t mean to.. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” You apologised instantly. “It’s all right, let’s forget it. Better that way.” You nodded understandingly.

A while later, after the tension had dissipated a little, you received a transmission from Hunnigan. You smirked at Leon, then looked at his watch, anticipation brewing in your core at the thought of 10 dollars, and more importantly, proving him wrong.

“Hey Hunnigan,” you greeted sweetly, waiting for her announcement. “It’s good to hear your voice, Y/N, is everyone all right?” She asked, her voice fuzzy. “We’re all.. alive. Baby Eagle is safe, but I have a broken rib. As for Leon, he’s all good.” I replied. “The chopper has just landed, at the pick-up point. Hunnigan out.” She finalised the announcement, and you looked at Leon.

“30 or 45?” You asked, confidently. He sighed, rubbing his temples. “30.” He begrudgingly admitted. “Pay up,” You smiled victoriously, holding your hand out. “My wallet’s in my jacket,” he replied. “Okay then, we’ll settle this later.”

[littlemissclandestine]

Soft!Russell Adler x Reader pt.1

Note: Howdy Adler nation! Hope this isn't too OOC. I just know that man is a big softie really. Might do some more parts to this such as a solely nsfw one and a married/family life one. Please let me know if this is something you'd like! <33 - Star ✰

Warning: Mentions of sex, MDNI

💙 Soft!Adler who's heart has been thawing ever since he met you, his stoic and cold demeanour melting away whenever you're around

💙 Soft!Adler who pats his man-spread thighs as he's sat down, holding out his hands for you to grasp to ease yourself into his lap in the evenings

💙 Soft!Adler who takes your hands in his, rubbing the back of them with his thumbs as he talks you down after a bad day, kissing your forehead

💙 Soft!Adler who is never the first to pull away during a hug, his chin atop your head, eyes closed, arms wrapped around you like he truly never wants to let go

💙 Soft!Adler who will lift you up from your waist to grab things from the top shelf, lowering you gently and kissing you, teasing you about your height, expressing how cute he thinks the difference is

💙 Soft!Adler who will hug you from behind as you do the dishes, kissing your neck lightly, whispering nothing but praise in your ear and then offering to dry while you wash

💙 Soft!Adler who loves to slow dance with you, a hand on your waist and the other holding yours to the side or his hands both on your waist as you look up at him, arms around his neck as you both sway to the beat of slow romantic/jazz songs

💙 Soft!Adler who will take a few days off work to look after you when you're ill, cooking the few dishes he knows you love made by him

💙 Soft!Adler who drives with one hand on the steering wheel, the other lightly squeezing your thigh as he shoots you little knowing glances and smirks

💙 Soft!Adler who takes his time with you, careful not to hurt you, intertwining his fingers with yours, caressing your skin with love, every curve, every scar and imperfection perfect to him because they belong to you

💙 Soft!Adler who worships your body and mind

💙 Soft!Adler who genuinely wants to get to know your body, what satisfies you, smiling against your skin as he makes your back arch

💙 Soft!Adler who cares for you after sex, asking how you feel, littering your body with wet, sloppy kisses afterwards, running a bath for the two of you, his chest to your back as he lays with you in the tub and you both almost fall asleep

💙 Soft!Adler who always puts you first when his job allows, protecting you, making sacrifices to keep you happy

💙 Soft!Adler who has no qualms about landing a blow to anyone who so much as looks at you funny

💙 Soft!Adler who is a chronic smoker but actually considers quitting if you dislike it

💙 Soft!Adler who will hold your hand under the table in public, planting kisses to your temple and cheeks or wrap an arm around your waist or shoulders, pulling you closer to him because he can't bare having you even half a metre away

💙 Soft!Adler who makes up for any date nights, birthdays etc. missed because he was gone for months on an op or got hung up at the offices in Langley

💙 Soft!Adler who gives you time and space to process things, respecting any boundaries

💙 Soft!Adler who struggles to apologise and talk things out after an argument but will make the effort and chat when you're ready as he can't afford to lose you because he'll surely lose himself

💙 Soft!Adler who didn't necessarily want a family even with his ex but would give anything to see you carry his child, if and when you're ready

💙 Soft!Adler who will fuck you roughly when he gets back from deployment, apologising and telling you that you feel even better than he remembers and how much he missed being inside of you

💙 Soft!Adler who could listen to you for hours, talking about your interests, how your day was, getting distracted by the way your face glows as you smile and get excited about something

💙 Soft!Adler who will put a blanket on you if you're out of it, napping on the couch during the day, kneeling in front of you, smiling as he strokes your hair because of how angelic you look

💙 Soft!Adler who will call you when he's away, telling you he misses you, to take care of yourself and stay safe when he's the one in a warzone

💙 Soft!Adler who shows you how much you mean to him, not just saying it, buying you gifts when he's away to surprise you and thinking of things you may have forgotten about, tears filling your waterline because he remembers every single small detail

💙 Soft!Adler who melts when he sees you wearing his turtlenecks and jackets etc that look oversized on you but in the right places, as well as his signature sunglasses

💙 Soft!Adler who only allows you the privilege of seeing this side to him

who is afraid of losing you But...

who isn't afraid to say the words "I love you, sweetheart"

dividers by @saradika-graphics <33

[stxuxrniolochris]

safari guide p2 - Chris Sturniolo

P1

Summary~~ You work at a safari and famous youtubers rent out the whole place and one catches your eye. Will it lead to anything?~~

*not proofread*

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Y/n pov

The night tour was quick because we were running late and had to speed it up. I still couldn’t stop smiling the whole time. I had a few small talks with Nick about their youtube career. It was honestly interesting but the whole time I was thinking about Chris. I also figured out he was funny, every joke he made could’ve killed me. That could also just be the excitement of the whole situation.

“Well that’s the end of the day, anyone have any questions.” I smile and the three of them. They shook their heads and smiled. “No, thank you so much, it was so much fun.” Nick beamed. I smiled before saying, “Of course, I’ll see you guys in the morning for breakfast.” I walked off and heard collective ‘byes’ from the boys.

I walked into my tent and took a deep breath. What a fucking day. As I was recapping my day I felt myself smiling at just the thought of Chris. I sighed grabbing a pre-rolled joint from my pocket and walked outside. I wasn’t an avid smoker but I had a few at work to take the edge off. Some of the workers just do my head in. I can’t wait to see what the triplets think of the wake up call, I’ve heard it millions of times and I’m still considering death when I hear it every time. I go to the same rock as earlier, I always came here. I loved it. You could see nearly the whole safari. I took the joint in between my lips and lit the other end of it. Taking a deep breath in I looked out at the landscape in-front me, just enjoying the peace.

I was pulled out of my thought when I heard footsteps from behind. It was dark so I couldn’t figure it out but I just selfishly hoped it wasn’t any of my Co-workers, I considered this my spot. “Thought I’d find you out here.” A familiar voice spoke getting closer. I smiled and relaxed. Chris. “Hey” I smiled back. He was the one person I wanted it to be. And I barely knew him one day. “You smile a lot.” He stated while staring at me. “Sorry?” I half questioned while laughing. “No I like it, it’s cute.” My cheeks for sure went bright red, thank god it was dark. “You’re so corny.” I said shaking my head. “Yes but you know you like it.” He teased. I just laughed taking a hit, making sure to blow away from his face. “You smoke a lot?” He questioned. “Nah not often, just at work sometimes.” He nodded. I put it out beside me, making a mental note to pick it up incase the animals got it or something. I shivered, it was fucking freezing. “Cold?” Chris laughed. I nodded quickly while hugging myself. “Cmon” he gestured his hand out for me to take it, and I did happily.

I giggle as he pulled me by the arm in the dark towards the tent. He pulled me into one far away from the rest. He zipped it up and stood in-front of me and placing his hands on my waist. We just stared at each other. He moved his hands down to the bottom of your shirt and moved his hands under the fabric. His freezing hands against my bare skin sent shivers through me. The only sounds were are heavy breaths and the occasional animal noises. He leaned in and so did I. He stopped just in-front of my lips to a point where they were grazing of each others. Are noses touching along with are foreheads pressed against each other. “Hey.” He smiled against my lips. “Hi.” I breathed before he connected his lips to mine. The kiss was needy and hungry. His hands started to go up my top further till they were just under my bra, tracing the lace.

I pulled away briefly, “What about your brothers.” I whispered. “What about them?” He hummed still fiddling with the end of my bra. I know I shouldn’t do anything here but I needed him. I connected are lips again and he slowly walked backwards towards the bed, until his legs hit the end of it and sat down. I stood in between his legs as he manspread, looking up at me.

He hooked one of his arms around my leg and pulled it around, and did the same with the other so I was straddling him. He laid fully back and I sat over him, leaning down placing my hands of his chest to stable myself. I gave him a quick peck before going down to his jaw, kissing all over his face. His hands gripped my waist. He brought one up to my face and turned it to face him. “I was looking at you all day, you know?” He said slowly lifting the hem of your shirt up. “Oh yea?” He hummed back and pulled your shirt up more. “Can i take this off?” He asked, I nodded quickly helping him. My shirt was fully of and I was just in my bra. He stared at me playing with the clasp. “This too?” He asked. “If you take yours off.” I responded, feeling a bit insecure. He followed and fully took his top off. While he took his off I unclasped my bra. He stared at me and I subconsciously covered myself with my arms. He quickly grabbed them pulling them down. “No ma, you’re beautiful.” He said while kissing one of my breasts. He went back to my lips, kneading my tits with his hands. I held his face in my hands.

I heard rustling but just brushed it off as wind. Until I heard voices.

“Chris??.” One shouted.

“Where are you?” Another shouted.

I stared down at Chris shocked and scared. He looked more shocked than he did scared. I quickly lifted myself of him looking for my bra, covering myself with my tshirt while I looked. the sound of a zipper made me snap my head up, eyes widening. Chris was pulling his shirt over his head quickly when a familiar head looked in. Nick.

“What the fuck.” He stated blankly looking at the scene infront of him. The girl he met 12 hours ago and his brother, together, both shirtless. I stood there shocked not knowing what to do.

“Nick get the fuck out of here, I’ll be there in a few.” Chris stated waving him off. He looked at you shocked. Before laughing so loudly you thought he’d be oxygen deprived if he didn’t breathe in the next second. “Chris it’s not funny.” You said while hitting his arm, trying to hide your smile. “Kinda is.” He chuckled.

Well shit.

a/n: I hate this deeply, you can tell I wrote it in 25 mins.

[leakyweep]

Aokiji x afab!Reader x Smoker - Strip Poker - NSFW

Warnings: fingering, nicknames (baby), orgasm denial, begging, oral (both m and f receiving), a bit of choking, creampie, facial.

Words: 1.6k

MINORS, DNI. YOU WILL GET BLOCKED.

The weather outside was cold, windy, snow pellets descending from the grey sky like falling paper. It was almost laughable how hot it was in the cabin, a fire blazing bright in the rustic brick chimney nearby. It was cozy, and you had planned to have a quiet night with your best friends Aokiji and Smoker, playing cards and sipping hot chocolate to beat the freezing weather.

Well, you were staying warm, but in a way you had never considered.

Smoker was holding you in his lap, three fingers buried deep in your soaking cunt as he pistoned them into you with reckless abandon, and your soft mewls fell into the ears of Aokiji, who was kneeling in front of you with his lips attached to your peppled nipple. The other nipple was being twinged and pinched by his fingers, and you felt two more hands dancing across your exposed, sweaty skin.

"Taking my fingers so well, huh? Doing so good for us, baby?" Smoker grunted in your ear, his breath tickling your skin, your nerves on high alert from the overstimulation as both men ravaged you in their own ways. Aokiji's hum made vibrations run through your breast and caused you to let out a loud mewl.

The fire blazing nearby seemed to elevate the sexiness of the whole scene as the three of you sat on the plush carpet, the two men focused on you and only you. They had suggested a game of strip poker, and you silently cursed yourself for your horrible poker face. The men had you in your panties in a second, and now they were pulled to the side as Smoker's thick digits prodded at the best parts of your cunt and Aokiji's mouth was traveling from your breasts to the waistband of your panties. Of course, Smoker hadn't lost any articles, while Aokiji had only lost his shirt.

"These are in the way, mind if I get rid of 'em?" Aokiji asked, his voice laced with that usual calm aloofness. He had always been a gentleman.

You nodded through a desperate moan as Smoker slowly scissored his fingers inside your pulsing, drenched pussy with a chuckle at how your head fell back in pleasure. His shoulder provided a nice pillow for you to rest your skull as his fingers were removed for a second to remove the panties before returning to their previous position.

"Ask before you cum, baby." Aokiji's tone was soft, but stern and you felt the man behind you nod in agreement.

Aokiji took the panties and stuffed them into your mouth, muffling your cries. Your arms were already pinned between your back and Smoker's broad chest, so now you were completely at their mercy. Walking around you in only his pants, Aokiji sat beside you and ran his fingers down your torso, to the course mound of pubic hair and then to your outside lips, tracing them where he could reach. The touch sent shivers down your spine, the feeling of Smoker filling you with his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge of your climax.

"N-need- can I cum?" You asked quietly, your voice muffled by the pair of underwear stuffing you. The men continued their minstrations, Aokiji's finger now twirling your clit idly as Smoker grunted and poked your sweet spot with the tips of his digits. It seemed as if they didn't hear you, but you couldn't hold back the pulsing of your walls as your orgasm began to creep up on you. Smoker pulled his fingers out, surprising both you and the olive-skinned man beside you.

"Didn't we say to ask before you came? I felt you choking my fingers with that pussy." His hand was now wrapped around your neck, his nails digging deliciously into your skin, pulling a moan from the back of your throat. He tilted your head back to look at him, exposing the delicate skin that was covered in marks and bites. He pulled the gagging cloth from your mouth, giving you a chance to reply.

"I-I did!" you whined, giving him a pitiful look. "Please- please can I cum? I need it, please-" your babbling was cut off by your own pathetic squeak as Aokiji continued to play with your wet slit. His fingers traveled up and down from your clit to gently tease your entrance, stringing your orgasm along to get you riled up.

"C'mon Smoker... Let's show a little mercy." Aokiji's velvet voice was now coming from between your legs, reaching your ears before the feeling of his tongue lapping at your cunt took over your body. Smoker scoffed despite the grin on his face.

"I just can't help but grab this neck... fuck, so hot," his voice was strained, his hips bucking up into your ass hurriedly. “Want me to fuck this pussy, baby?”

“Ye-eeess, Smoker, please fuck me, mm- Kiji!” your words were decorated with gentle moans and rasps as Aokiji’s tongue pleasured your cunt and his nose pressed into your clit. Smoker’s hands were now twisting and flicking at your already-sore nipples. The men’s growls and hisses of pleasure mixed in your ears to create a beautiful song, with the crackling fire nearby as the background.

The rope was snapping soon, and your hips gyrated against Aokiji’s thick nose, chasing the climax you were so close to before Smoker stopped. You were pushed closer to the edge by the feeling of three of the black-haired man’s fingers invading your walls, creating a pressure in your sopping cunt that made your back arch.

“Yes! Kiji, please, mmph- Smoker, so close!” you babbled, your face a flushed and sweaty mess as you desperately and hurriedly pressed yourself into both the men’s touches. Smoker whispered a praise in your ear for being so good, letting them know when you were going to cum. You smiled, ready to let go and cum, but just as you were free falling into bliss, both the men removed their touch, causing a pitiful whine to surface from your throat. “Pl-please, please…”

Smoker lifted you, placing you on your back on the ground. He looked up at Aokiji, who shrugged.

“What’re you waiting for? (y/n) is asking you so nicely…” Aokiji kneeled beside you, the sound of his belt buckle coming undone sending shockwaves through your core. You needed one of the men inside you, and soon.

Smoker placed himself in the cradle of your legs, your lower back lifted from the ground as the silver-haired Marine threw your calves over his shoulders and positioned his aching, swollen tip at your leaking entrance.

“So wet…” Smoker hissed, his fingers spreading your labia open, pulling a wanting moan from your chest. He pushed into your aching heat, the cry leaving your lips anything but holy.

Meanwhile, Aokiji was stroking your hair, whispering praises of how sexy you were, how you were doing so well for them, how they’d take such good care of your pretty pussy.

Your mind was swimming with lust, any coherent thought completely drowned out by the feeling of being stuffed full by the broad man. His cock was long, a bit curved and as thick as a soda can. It stretched your cunt in all the best ways while he began to thrust his length against your pulsing walls.

Aokiji was jacking his own cock, long and swollen at the tip, gleaming in precum. He wasn’t as thick as the man inside you, but he was still impressive in length and girth.

“Shit- so tight for us, baby, hnng-“ Smoker’s head tipped back, the sound of his abdomen slapping against your plush thighs ringing in his head, your symphony of moans filling his mind with lust and desire.

Your gaze tore through him, lingering on his broad chest and chiseled abs as he swayed above you, pulling his dick out to the tip before rushing back inside you vigorously. He reveled in the way your cunt was fluttering around him, pulling him into your core as you tiptoed closer and closer to release.

Aokiji, who was now positioning his cock into your mouth, reached down with his free hand to rub small circles into your clit, tight and rough and sharp. You yelped their names, back arching against Smoker’s abdomen.

Gushing around Smoker’s cock was magnificent, the way his tip kissed your cervix and filling you with his spend, how he continued to thrust into you like a feral animal as he chased his high as long as he could.

Aokiji was now choking you with his length, swollen mushroom head pushed deep into your wet cave. His hips were languid and fluid while he fucked your mouth, careful to give you as much air as you needed. He savored the way tears brimmed your eyes at just the sheer feeling of his lengthy girth fucking into your throat, your chin wet with spit and precum.

Smoker had pulled out of you, watching with lust-blown pupils as a mix of your cum and his pooled onto the carpet. The blaze beside you all had a sheen of sweat covering each of you, skin seemingly illuminating in the hot, yellow glow of the fire. The man was now pushing hair out of your sweaty face, encouraging you as Aokiji reached his climax, pulling from your mouth and painting your face and neck with creamy, white spurts. The noise that left his mouth was a whine, your name leaving his lips like a hymn.

After basking in the afterglow of your release with each other, you each cleaned the other up, giggling and laughing about the game of strip poker and how you should come up with a better poker face.

[artsyhamster]

And we've reached the end! I cannot believe we made it but here are the final four. :)

You know the drill by now, explanations and ramblings underneath the cut :D

(1) THE FOOL / THE MAGICIAN / THE HIGH PRIESTESS |

(2) THE EMPRESS / THE EMPEROR / THE HIEROPHANT |

(3) THE LOVERS / THE CHARIOT / STRENGTH |

(4) THE HERMIT / WHEEL OF FORTUNE / JUSTICE |

(5) THE HANGED MAND | DEATH | TEMPERANCE |

(6) THE DEVIL / THE TOWER / THE STAR |

(7) THE MOON / THE SUN / JUDGEMENT / THE WORLD

THE MOON - As I mentioned in the previous set, I had The Star and The Moon exchanged at first. Colorwise I found the Balcony Smoker to be more fitting but descriptionwise.... "[The fool's] bliss (...) makes him vulnerable to the illusions of the Moon" fit Klaasje more. I feel like Harry related to her on a level and of course was drawn to her beauty, and fell for her deception. Or well at least I did lol. Although I don't even want to call it deception, more like...obfuscation in self-defense. Klaasje on the rooftop staring at a moon seemed like a nice visual image too.

THE SUN - I had. So much trouble. Filling this role. Since The sun stands for everything warm and joyous. "It enlightens, so the Fool both feels and understands the goodness of the world." And it's pretty hard to find something joyous in Revachol. I almost chose Ruby just for the orange aesthetics and the sort of... enlightenment. But considering she might shoot herself in the head, I refused to put her in the role of the sun. I wanted to save the Insulidan phasmid for THE WORLD at first, but I am damn happy I let go of that thought. Especially since the story starts and begins with the fool anyway. SO YEAH. I love this stick bug.... I cannot describe it. After you go through this whole bleak game, filled with death, misery, failure and coldness you find this...walking wonder. And the soundtrack to this encapsulates it so well, too. The phasmid scene always fills me with so much happiness T_T

JUDGEMENT - Also one of the the cards that were pretty clear to me from the beginning. Trant looks pretty menacing here but I love it lol. I added a small Harry, because under the judging eyes of his colleagues, everyone would feel small. "The Fool has been reborn. His false, ego-self has been shed, allowing his radiant, true self to manifest." The radiance is debatable, but Harry definitely went through a lot of development in the past few days and hopefully he came out a better person. He isn't absolved of his past mistakes and further judged on those, rather he is judged on the things he did right. And I don't know, what I like about Harry in general is that he is an absolute fuckup but if you give a person the right support and faith in them to be better, they can. If you keep reminding people only of the things they've done wrong, you are taking their room to grow, by defining them as an irredeemable failure.

THE WORLD - "The Fool reenters the World, but this time with a more complete understanding. He has integrated all the disparate parts of himself and achieved wholeness. He has reached a new level of happiness and fulfillment." Well, what can I say. Our fool Harry started this journey full of ignorance but he opened his eyes to the mistakes of the past and learned from them, and is now hopefully ready to tackle life anew. And I love the last sentence of The Fool's story: This cycle is over, but, the Fool will never stop growing. Soon he will be ready to begin a new journey that will lead him to ever greater levels of understanding. While this chapter of his life is over, there'll be new stories to be told. Setbacks and more opportunities to grow, and only time will tell where his journey will lead him this time.

Thanks to everyone who followed me and Harry on this journey and read through my ramblings. Also thanks for all the lovely tags & comments, it was an absolute pleasure reading through these. <3 Much Love!

[trypo-p]

Love to see ur Blu Scout headcanons!! :}

oh I am SO excited for this okayokayokay

BLU Scout Headcanons

BLU Scout's name is still Jeremy, but he was mostly called James.

BLU Scout is extremely pale compared to his RED counterpart. (I headcanon RED Scout as being quite tan)

He has tons of freckles, mostly on his shoulders.

A lot of scars. Scars too deep for the Medigun to fix.

His nose, cheeks, fingers and shoulders are often very flushed due to the cold conditions he's used to (this also leads to my headcanon that the BLU base is in a snowy area)

Light auburn hair!!!!!!

His arms are much more built than RED Scout (they both have absolutely JACKED calves but I like to think RED Scout has no muscle built in his arms)

His personality is quite different from RED Scout. BLU is blunt, rude, and he's come to terms with his insecurities and doesn't hide them under a fake ego like RED does. He still has the same charm RED has though.

He pisses people off if he wants attention. He doesn't want anyone to form a bond with him but he still craves the attention.

Avid smoker. Smokes the same brand that Spy does.

Unlike the RED Scout, BLU has zero interest in Miss Pauling. Or women at all.

Always wearing his scarf (Merc Muffler), I like to think BLU Sniper knit it because he canonically knit RED Scout a sweater.

Wears the "Ye Olde Baker Boy" hat w/ earmuffs + "Wipe Out Wraps". It may look like he's prepared for the winter but he's always considered underdressed for the cold to his team.

BLU has an ongoing grudge against his RED counterpart. Everytime they see each other on the battlefield they get into these huge cat fights.

BLU can actually read.

Struggles with social cues.

Used to work at a diner as a waiter so he could help his ma pay the bills.

Among everyone in his team, he gets along the most with Sniper, Engie, and Medic.

I'll probably think of more at some point, but this is how I've always seen BLU Scout.

Also I never made up fanon names for mercs until just recently. I read this really good speeding bullet fic where they called BLU Scout James and I haven't put it down since.

[crowdeerdire]

So far, and yet so close.

a/n: This is purely for my own enjoyment and because this scene has been playing over and over in my head lately… I just… need to write it down.

Cove is from OL:BA and Kel is my MC\OC. This would take sometime after step 3 when Kel is away in another state (or country - not sure yet) for college.

Warning: Depition of social anixiety Words: 2018

The voices were too loud. There were too many people. It was crowded and hot and everything smelled like sweat and body order. Even the music was echoing through your chest, making everything ache, right down to the bones. It felt like you couldn’t even breathe.

This party was supposed to be 'fun'. It was supposed to be a way to get to know the other students on campus - to expand one's horizons and put yourself out there! To really enjoy college life how it was supposed to be enjoyed! Or at least how the movies told you it was supposed to be enjoyed! But really? All of this so far was so suffocating…

Your friends had promised to keep close to you. They knew how anxious you got in crowds, and yet somehow you had all gotten separated. It wasn’t really surprising, to be totally honest. A large frat house filled to the brim with young adults, most of whom were drunk, high or both? It was bound to happen, especially since you had a habit of slipping away when things got too overwhelming for you.

The corner where you hid with the other socially awkward people or couples that were making out felt no longer safe. Anxiety had been rumbling under your skin for a long time, but now it was starting to hit a boiling point and becoming a full blown panic attack.Your gaze flickered around the room, trying to make heads or tails of the situation in the hazy darkness before you could spot your exit.

You ran.

Honestly? It was not the slightest bit graceful as you stumbled around people, nearly tripping on a rather lanky male as you moved around him. You pleaded with your body to keep it together before you could burst out the front door, joining those who braved the cold autumn air and the starry speckled sky. Smokers stood to one corner with their addictions, couples stood in another with their own addiction, and the people who waited to greet or say goodbye to their friends stood near the street. Quickly you took stock of the front yard before choosing a slightly more isolated side, befriending the mailbox since you didn’t want to actually leave the party fully. If you left your friends would surely be worried! At least this way you didn’t fully leave and were still, technically, attending, despite having a full blown panic attack.

You just… you needed a moment.

Haphazardly you reached into your pocket, pulling out your phone and unlocking the device. Your gaze flickered over the first few contacts, momentarily considering contacting your friends to let them know what was going on. That would have been the logical move, anyways, but your eyes had caught another name high on the list. One name that always calmed you down in overwhelming and over stimulating situations. The one, and really the only person who knew how to bring you back down after spiraling with anxiety and fear.

“Cove…”

Even his name brought you some solace.

Eying the time on your phone, you wince as you realize the late hour. 12:32am… Cove would most likely be in bed already. He was always the type to be early to bed, early to rise, but… Would it be ok to call him anyways?

Your worries became muddled as panic rose with another wave. Your chest tightens and chills run down your spine, making your stomach churn and threaten to spill out on the nicely mowed lawn. No, Cove would understand. You just needed to talk to him for a moment and then everything would be fine, right? Just one call. One quick call.

In a haze you had clicked his name and the call button before bringing the phone to your ear. The sound behind you died out somewhat as you concentrated on the rings, doubt filling the silence in between.

One ring… He was probably asleep.

Two rings… Maybe you could hang up now and pretend you didn't call?

Three rings… But he had a caller ID didn't he? Cove would know you tried to call and --

"…. Hello…?"

Your turbulent thoughts halted as a sleepy and deep rumble of a voice came from the other end. Cove…  Just hearing his voice for that half of a second made your stomach flip (in a good way this time) and your heart dance in your chest. Cove was your closest and bestest friend since forever. You two had known each other for over ten years! So why did his voice do that to you? Why, even after going to college and putting distance between you, did he still make your heart skip and your pulse race? You were his friend! You couldn’t muddle everything up and –

"Hello…?"

Cove's voice came through again, snapping you out of the mini daze you got from simply hearing him for the first time this week. You called often but work had been busy for the ocean boy, as well as his volunteer work with ORCA. You felt a surge of guilt for calling him so late when you remembered why it had been so long since the last time you spoke.

"Ah - Cove! I'm sorry for calling you so late! Did-did I wake you up?" You answered, your voice trembling despite your effort in trying to sound more confident and relaxed when you spoke to him."I-if so I can --"

Cove interrupted, knowing you were one to ramble and this clearly looked like a situation where you would continue if you weren’t stopped.

“Kel? No, no, it’s okay. I mean - I was - but it’s ok.” Cove quickly reassured, his voice becoming clearer the more he woke up. You could hear the shuffling of his sheets as he must have moved to a sitting position, wanting to give you clear attention and not doze off randomly in the middle of the call.

“Is everything ok?”

Is everything ok? That simple question felt like a knife to your gut. Your first urge was to lie, but this was Cove you were talking to. Cove knew you. Like really knew you. No matter how often you said he was easy to read, the same was the case for Cove with you. He could tell by the shake of your voice that something was wrong and knowing him he wouldn’t drop it until you told him the truth.

“I…” You began as you crouched down close to the mailbox, wrapping your free arm around yourself in a pitiful attempt of a hug. “No. I’m at a party, Cove. A college party.”

You could hear his intake of breath, an obvious wince at the statement. For as long as he had known you, Cove knew you weren’t good with crowds. Even at a young age you tended to cling to him when you had to go somewhere busy, using him as a way to ground yourself in the flood of people.

“Kel, my first instinct is to ask ‘why?’.” Cove began, earning him a weak and dry chuckle from yourself. “But that doesn’t matter. Are you okay? Are you having a panic attack right now?”

The concern was palpable through the phone. You curled into yourself even more, using the sound of his voice as a life ring in the ocean of emotions you were feeling. Hearing him had helped you calm down a smidge, but after that question every emotion began to hit you twice as hard. You felt hot tears prick at your eyes and your breathing became stilted. You wanted to voice that you weren’t okay - not at all - but you couldn’t even begin to speak. You were being smothered.

“Okay, okay.” Cove’s voice was sweet and soothing. It reached out to you as he began to speak, pulling you back to him before you could spin out of control, “Kel? Listen to me. You’re alright and you’re safe. I’m here with you.” -If only he really was-. “Let’s breathe together, okay?”

Meekly you nodded despite knowing he couldn’t see it. Cove talked you through breathing with him, his tone ever gentle. Slowly the panic began to release its hold on you. You felt your shoulders relax and the tears dry up. Your breathing became easier as you listened to Cove, allowing yourself to feel safe and simply concentrate on his voice.

“There… That’s it.” Cove cooed, noting that you sounded calmer, “Do you feel a bit better Kel?”

“Yeah… Thank you Cove.” You whispered, your voice stronger now that the panic attack was starting to subside. “Sorry for calling you suddenly.”

“Kel.” Cove’s tone switched from gentle to firm in an instant, “Don’t apologize. You can call me whenever. I’ll always answer.”

‘I’ll always answer’ That line gave you goosebumps. You knew the two of you promised to always be there for each other, no matter the distance, but hearing him say it so firmly made your heart swell. You felt a blush bloom over your cheek like a wildfire before you speak again.

“O-oh… thank you. Seriously… thank you.”

“Always.” Cove reaffirmed as he became his gentle and sweet self once more. “But, uh… now that you’ve calmed down, I gotta ask. Why? Why are you at a party?”

That earned a belly laugh from you as you uncurled yourself from your crouching position, using the mailbox as leverage to stand up once more. “C’mon Cove, what do you mean?” You smirk weakly, “I’m the biggest party animal there is!”

“Kel…” Cove snorted and you could just picture the roll of his beautiful blue eyes. “C’mon.”

“Okay, okay.” You chuckled before shrugging your tight shoulders, feeling them protest at the movement after being wound up so tight. You were gonna ache tomorrow after a panic attack like that. “You caught me Holden. I… I went with some friends. They said it would be fun and promised to stay by my side. I wanted to try something new and to be brave for once!” You let out another laugh, but this time it was more self deprecating then the last one. “We just got separated and then I panicked, as you know, and well… You were the only thing I could think of to calm me down… I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Kel…”

Ah fuck - you hadn’t meant to let out something so cheesy! You began to speak when another voice caught your attention, making you spin. There, coming out the front of the house and down the yard were your friends, looking worried and very apologetic.

“Kel! There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you! Are you alright?”

You weakly smiled at them, giving them a small nod before lifting your phone slightly to indicate you were talking to someone.

“Yeah, just… just a second -” You said to them before addressing Cove on the other side of the device.

“Cove? My friends are here now.” You informed him, “I should let you get back to sleep. Probably leave this party too,” You laughed, “I’ll talk to you later?”

“Call me when you get home. So I know you’re alright and safe.”

It was such a simple request but the love you felt from that statement from Cove filled you up and warmed you in the cool night air. You couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on your lips and you gave a nod. A part of you knew you shouldn’t be so happy about another call, especially with how late it was and how much Cove had been working, but… you couldn’t help it.

“Sure, Cove. Then… I’ll talk to you later… tonight?”

“Later tonight.” Cove reaffirmed. “Bye Kel.”

“Bye Cove.”

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you finally hung up and returned your attention to your friends. Even though they began asking how you were, checking in on you and apologizing for abandoning you, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to Cove.

No matter how far away you were, Cove was always there for you.

That’s what friends did, right? Just… friends.

a/n: This is totally self indulgent and there will be mistakes. Mistakes everywhere. I haven't written in AGES. I just felt the urge even tho I should be doing anything but this!

[gellavonhamster]

u ship smoker and tashigi! 😭i luv them sm!! what is the most thing u like in them? And why u love them!?

Ok let's see, I can rarely put into words coherently why I ship one pairing or another, so I'm gonna freestyle here

I do remember telling @patron-saints when asked the same question that I like ships where both characters look in the same direction as much as they look at each other. I think this might be the thing I like about them the most - that both of them are people with a strong moral compass who try to do the right thing even if it goes against the rules, dedicated to pursuing actual justice not whatever passes for it for most other Marines. (I do wonder where they're gonna end up by the end of One Piece because I don't think that at this point the whole institution of the Marines can really be fixed). It's not an easy path, but they walk it together and they push each other to be better while at it. I love the moment in Punk Hazard where she literally yells at him that they should survive by any means whatsoever, even if it takes swallowing their pride, because they can't just throw away their lives - they have a duty to others:

And she's right! And he listens! And she's basically talking to him the way he talked to her in Alabasta when he urged her to become stronger, there's nothing nice about it but it works because that's how he operates and she knows it well by now. It also shows how more confident she's become and how they've grown used to working with each other - I don't think she would've dared to talk to him like that in Alabasta. And he, in turn, trusts her to carry on with their duty on her own and replace him as the leader if he doesn't come back...

...because she has become stronger and he knows that. (He's also protecting her here, and I think he also knows that appealing to her sense of duty would be more likely to make her not follow him into danger than insinuating she's not strong enough to face that danger with him. Because by now he also knows well how she operates). Not to make the same post again, but there's a similar moment in One Piece: Stampede, and it's, like. If I had a nickel for every time Tashigi wanted to follow Smoker into what might be a suicide mission and he had to force her to stay behind, I'd have two nickels, etc. So, battle couple but less in the sense of physically fighting back to back and more in the sense of fighting the same battle, working in tandem, guiding each other, and having each other's back. Or something.

Speaking of Punk Hazard, I don't think the bodyswap plot was done well with them. I think it was mostly an excuse to show Tashigi with her boobs out. But it did make my brain go brrrr because I started thinking about how he ought to apologize to her for being so careless with her body because poor girl must have caught a cold and probably developed a nicotine addiction, and imagining how that apology would go led me to ao3, and the rest is history (which included me writing my own take on the apology). Though I do think some seeds were sown in my mind way before that arc...

...for example, I feel like this panel in particular did something to my psyche.

Which brings us to the more headcanon-based and less serious part. I imagine their potential romance would grow to be a steady, solid thing based on partnership and trust (which is the kind of relationship I tend to ship because I'm boring like that <3), but it would start out extremely awkward. Because she's a sweet clumsy girl who tries hard to make people take her seriously and he's a gruff, rather rude guy who has a kind heart underneath that. Also, they're probably very much are not supposed to get into such kind of relationship considering that she's his subordinate. Potential for cute AND funny AND slightly angsty scenarios, for dancing around each other without knowing how to make the next step, whether to make the next step. Also for copious amounts of unresolved sexual tension... and what it would result in when it is finally resolved. And I like that for my ships.

(Also, lemme be shallow real quick: I think they're both hot, and even hotter together)

TL;DR I just think they're neat

[ofthecaravel]

But You Look So Cool

A Danny Wagner/Sam Kiszka fic

Summary: Danny has a crush on a familiar face.

Tags: Fluff, cutesy bullshit, IDIOTS ALERT, literally just the stupidest goofuses alive, NSFW shit AHHHH

Words: 10.8k

A/N: Just trying to keep my Sanny girlies fed. Heavily inspired by Crush by Ethel Cain, everybody go listen to Ethel Cain right now or I will explode you with my mind

Let me know what you think!

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Danny Wagner knew there was no shame in ditching the typical post high school route of moving across the country to start college. Well, maybe it was more like an affirmation he said to himself begrudgingly in the mirror after coming home from work and getting ready to go to class at the local community college. He’d escaped his parent’s house, not that there was anything bad to escape from, and now lived in a crappy one room apartment that he paid for by working a job that he liked an average amount. Every other day, Danny took classes at the community college. He couldn’t help but feel like he was wasting his early twenties saving money and starting small, even though he knew it was the smartest option for him, considering he wasn’t actually all that sure what he wanted to do with life. There weren’t a lot of things Danny was sure of about himself quite yet, but he had faith that it would all fall into place. It had to. Right?

Danny wasn’t sure when things would start to become clear to him, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be during any of his classes. This was an endurance part of his life, he had decided. Get them done, get the associate’s degree, and THEN go from there. He was taking a pretty low course load so he could keep up with work and, well, his sanity, and this was a September where he was taking a whopping two classes. They were both pretty basic, a math course and a history course, and he didn’t expect much from them apart from taking the occasional nap and scurrying to do all of his homework last minute like he’d done his entire academic career. 

What Danny especially didn’t expect from his first day of classes was walking into his math classroom (only after double and triple checking he had the right room), taking a seat by the window, and then becoming acutely aware of the smell of cigarette smoke. As he dug his laptop and notebook out of his bag, he wrinkled his nose at the smell and prepared to meet whoever had drug this scent in with them. He could see someone had sat next to him while his neck was craned, and when he straightened, Danny looked to his right and was immediately seized by a cold jolt of surprise. The guy next to him was undoubtedly the smoker, but he was also undoubtedly someone Danny had gone to school with prior. 

It was Sam, Sam Kiszka, Sam Kiszka who had been on the robotics team and favored shadowing his older brothers over cultivating a group of friends. Danny had known him with a shaggy emo haircut, braces, and an arsenal of class clown cracks. He’d ultimately lost track of Sam during senior year, when news broke of his dad’s arrest and Sam had shrunk moodily into the shadows while his brothers disappeared into college life and made their own name beyond crime and scandal. 

Danny had a feeling that whole era of Sam’s life played a factor into the man he’d grown into. This new Sam sat slouched in a smoke soaked leather jacket with a ratty backpack and scowl playing on his face. It was weird to see him like this. Danny almost wanted to say something, but after Sam’s feline glare passed over him and quickly slid off, he decided not to. He was annoyingly aware of the effect it had on him, though. There was a nervous tremor in Danny’s hand as he opened up his laptop and logged in, staring at himself in the reflection of the dark loading screen and checking for eye boogers or frizz in a sudden attempt to smooth out his sleepy appearance. 

The smoke smell was dizzying now in such close proximity, equal parts overwhelming and delicious. Danny breathed it in and, instead of letting out an almost longing sigh, he let out a huge sneeze. In doing so, he knocked his forehead against his keyboard and scooted backwards in his chair in the same motion. Red faced, he looked up and saw almost every eye in the previously quiet room trained on him. Someone called out a ‘bless you’ and he thanked them with an embarrassed smile, finally looking over to see Sam’s assessment. Danny felt his face go hot all over again when he saw Sam was side eyeing him with an amused smile. When they made eye contact, Sam quickly looked forward again and his smile crumpled. For some reason he couldn’t pin, Danny’s heart fluttered.

His mind started racing as his anxiety made him more and more aware of Sam’s presence and every little move. Did Sam remember him? What the hell had he been up to the past two years? Danny had heard rumors that Sam slipped in and out of the county jail since his dad had been sentenced to death row, unconsciously mirroring his family legacy in some sort of effort to cope. But as far as Danny knew, that was just hearsay. As the professor started the lecture and Danny started to focus, his last thought was that maybe he and Sam would grow to be friends over the course of the class. 

--

Danny gave up on that hope after the third class. Even during icebreakers, Sam had barely spoken and seemed to daydream the entire class, taking bare bones notes and racing out the door the second the lecture finished. Still, Danny gave him well prepared smiles in the split seconds that Sam’s eyes would drift over him, considering that Danny’s eyes were now almost always on him. Danny himself was a little startled by how distracted he was by his silent classmate. They had exchanged zero words and yet Danny found himself driving up to the building with anxious butterflies as the days went on. He started fulfilling weird little compulsions he’d never felt before, like standing in front of the mirror messing with the way his hair fell, even though he always left it back in its wavy, brushed-out side part. Danny sat in class with his back straighter and his face hidden by his curtain of waves, using them as a cover to sneak glances at Sam’s frowning profile.

 In such a tizzy, Danny had spent the time after a family dinner to corner his sister and ask her for a second opinion on why he was feeling so crazy. He had scoffed when she’d begun to laugh in his face, looking at him like he was the stupidest person alive.

“What, you asshole?” Danny asked, shoving Josie’s shoulder as she stifled her laugh with a hand and used the other to grip his shoulder in comradery.

“You idiot,” she giggled. “You’re not being possessed by the devil. You have a fucking crush.”

Danny flushed and laughed at the accusation, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, okay, sure, right,” Danny mocked, leaning against the doorframe of his sister’s room. “We’ve literally never spoken.”

“You don’t have to talk to someone to have a crush on them,” Josie explained.

Danny paused.

“You don’t?”

“No? What, is this your first year on Earth? Are you experiencing emotions for the first time?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Seriously! Have you never had a crush before?”

Danny thought about it. 

“Yeah, in, like, high school,” Danny answered. “I had a girlfriend, thank you.”

“Oh, please, you only dated her because she wouldn’t leave you alone,” Josie accused with a creeping smile. “Sounds like this guy is giving you the real deal. Congratulations, welcome to feelings.”

“What do I even do about it?” Danny whined, sliding down the wood panel and sitting hard. “This shit sucks.”

“Ask him out!” Josie insisted, forming a little heart with her hands. “Follow your heart.”

“You’re a fucking cornball,” Danny countered. “I feel like I should probably talk to him minimum one time before I do that. I mean, I don’t even know if he’s…you know, whatever. Would even be into me.”

“Oh, I bet he’s totally into you,” Josie assured. “When you said he smiled at you after you sneezed? Totally into you.”

“You’re just feeding my delusion.”

“I’m making up for lost time you spent fake dating a weirdo in high school.”

“Yeah, this is some real sentimental bonding we’ve got going on right now.”

“Come on, you wimp,” Josie said, tossing a pillow at Danny’s head. “Do literally anything. Don’t let him be the one that got away.”

“You’re so dramatic, fuck,” Danny accused, but smiled. “Fine, okay, I’ll talk to him.”

--

Danny did not talk to him. Danny really did plan on talking to Sam during their next class, but when Danny pulled into a parking spot, he found himself next to Sam and his grungy motorcycle. Worse yet, it was one of September’s warmer mornings with a humidity left over from a storm the next before, which meant that Sam was shirtless and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He took off his helmet and shook his hair out, unaware of Danny’s jaw hitting the floor as he combed it through with one hand and dug a shirt out of his backpack. After allowing himself one more sidelong glance before he stumbled out of his car, Danny saw a scattering of tattoos on Sam’s wiry arms and hiding on his ribcage. The words died on Danny’s tongue and in his mind and he decided that maybe he’d wait another day, so he did. And then he waited for two more weeks after that, and even then, Danny couldn’t get himself to even breathe in Sam’s direction.

The only person keeping Danny accountable was Josie, and she regularly expressed her upset towards Danny’s lack of action. The siblings had a long standing tradition of raiding the convenience store by their house on Saturday evenings so they had a proper snack arsenal for movie night, and on the Saturday after the one month mark of Danny’s class starting, Josie followed him through the aisles and chastised him.

“Why do you even care so much?” Danny hissed at her as he absently looked through rows of crinkling bags of chips and pretzels. 

“Because this is the most exciting thing that’s happened to you since you graduated, you nerd,” Josie answered, plucking a bag of chips out of his hand and breezing by. “Plus, it’d be fun to have someone to razz you with.”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a kind and gentle soul? Because they were lying.”

Josie laughed and they both continued a steady bicker as they swept the aisles. They settled in the candy aisle for a heated debate on what the “mood” of their candy should be that night. Suddenly, a raucous round of hissing and popping started up outside and they both startled, looking towards the sound. It was the sound of firecrackers, and the owner let out a disgusted sigh and stormed out from behind the counter. He’d seen the Wagner siblings in his store since they were little, and since they were the only ones in there, he quickly told them to not steal anything and then ran out the doors to investigate. The two of them exchanged an amused look and started a joking dialogue about how much stuff they could fit in their pockets when the bell on the door jingled again. They quieted, thinking the owner was back so soon, but Danny felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs when he looked behind him into the next aisle and saw a familiar helmet. He mouthed ‘shit’ and turned around again, Josie quickly picking up on the nervous twitch in his features and looking for herself.

“What?” she whispered, almost inaudible, following Danny as he scooted into the next aisle over to put an aisle between them. Danny gave her a look, and then jerked his head at the man once before widening his eyes. Instantly, her mouth fell open and she started peeking over the top of the shelves to try and catch a glimpse at Sam’s face.

“No way!” she breathed again. “He rides a motorcycle? Hot!”

“Shut the entire fuck up,” Danny seethed, feeling a chill run down his spine when he heard Sam’s boots in the aisle behind them. He moved quickly, a rustle of bags and wrappers as he did. Danny and Josie stood very still when they felt Sam stride into the aisle they were in, exchanging a look and then respectively picking up a snack and examining their wrappers intently. Danny took a brave look over at Sam and saw him pick up a bag of Skittles and then pocket it brashly in the joking way he and his sister had pretended to. Danny blinked in surprise; maybe Sam really was the criminal people made him out to be. Hopefully shoplifting was the worst of his crimes. 

Sam moved down the aisle towards them and looked up at Danny, the two of them exchanging a moment of tense eye contact before Sam’s dark eyes flickered over the Twix in Danny’s hands and then away again. Sam walked behind the two of them and then with a quiet ‘excuse me’, he reached his arm in front of Danny and plucked a Twix from the box. Danny stood frozen to the spot but leaned politely out of the way, trying to subtly stomp on Josie’s foot when she sneakily reached up and sank her nails into his forearm in a silent urge for Danny to say something.

However, Danny hardly got the chance to breathe before the owner walked back into the store with an annoyed huff, which caused Sam to startle and then hustle back past them and slip behind a display. Danny and Josie shared a confused look and tracked the top of Sam’s helmet as he sneaked around the perimeter of the store, clearly trying to make his way to the door without being seen. Unfortunately for Sam, they heard his boot knock loudly against a bottle and the owner looked up from his paper. His face immediately twisted into a fury.

“KISZKA!” he bellowed, slamming his paper onto the counter as Sam scurried down the first aisle and out the door, the bell banging loudly as the owner followed him out in a hurried jog. Danny and Josie quietly stood and watched the two men disappear around the corner in a flurry of yells. 

“Well,” Josie finally said as they slowly approached the counter and started piling their stuff onto it for when the owner returned. “He seems really nice.”

“Shut up,” Danny muttered, knowing his face was thoroughly flushed from both nerves and embarrassment. 

“No, really, I’m super excited for your prison biker wedding.”

“Shut up.”

--

On Monday, Danny was sitting at his table going over the Excel graphing exercise that had driven him nearly crazy the night prior when something was loudly dropped next to him. His reflexes were not as sharp from his lack of sleep and he jolted, calming when he saw what had been dropped on his notebook: a Twix. Danny immediately looked to his right and watched Sam fall into his seat, cracking his neck and unzipping his backpack like nothing had happened. Heart racing, Danny picked up the chocolate and caught Sam’s eye, holding it aloft with confusion crinkling his arched brows. Sam looked at the Twix like he was surprised to see it, sniffed absently and then reclined further in his chair. 

“It’s a bribe,” Sam finally spoke, his light voice betraying his cool, edgy facade. 

“Pardon?” Danny asked dumbly, trying not to stumble over his words.

“A bribe,” Sam repeated, looking at Danny like he was stupid. “It seems like you know what you’re doing in this class, right?”

“Barely,” Danny muttered, looking back at the admittedly correct graphs on his screen. 

“That’s better than how I’m doing,” Sam scoffed, loudly dropping his laptop on his table and pulling a bulky thermos out of his backpack. “I figured a little bribe would help to make alliances.”

Danny looked back at the candy in his hand.

“You stole this.”

“So, what? You and your girlfriend were talking about stealing.”

“That was my sister,” Danny clarified with a curl of his lip. “We weren’t actually going to steal anything, it was just a dumb joke.”

“Well, aren’t you a perfect angel?” Sam sarcastically batted his lashes at Danny and then rolled his eyes, cracking his knuckles aggressively. Danny bristled at Sam’s attitude, even though a small part of him was thrilled by it. 

“I don’t know how you think you make friends, but it’s not like this,” Danny snipped shakily, lifting his chin and looking back at his screen. He could feel Sam staring at him as he pretended to care about his homework. 

“You’re Danny, yeah?” Sam asked casually after a minute.

“Yeah.”

“I remember you from high school.”

Danny hesitated and met Sam’s eye again. Sam smiled, knowing he had Danny’s attention. 

“I didn’t do much in high school,” Danny laughed awkwardly, a little incredulous that Sam would’ve paid any kind of attention to him back then. Danny had friends, sure, but he coasted through classes and invested most of his time with the golfing team, playing video games and banging on the drumset in the basement. He and Sam had mutual friends but had never run in the same circles. 

“I remember you anyways,” Sam went on, picking at the skin of his thumb. “You weren’t the type of person to pass up the chance to help out. And I bet that hasn’t changed much. So, you know, if you could help me with an assignment or two, that’d be sick. Plus, I’d make it worth your while.”

“Will I continue to be paid in Twix?”Danny joked, flushing at Sam’s surprising comprehension of Danny’s character. Sam laughed, a sharp noise that sent chills down Danny’s spine. 

“You’re fucking funny, dude,” Sam grinned. “If that’s what you want, but I can get you whatever you need. Pick your poison.”

“Poison?” Danny echoed, blinking blankly. Sam’s eyes softened slightly as he realized Danny wasn’t picking up on what he was putting down. He looked almost endeared.

“Yeah, man,” Sam continued, his voice lowering as he leaned towards Danny. “Dope, coke. If that’s not your vibe, I’ll buy you a stupid six pack or roll you a blunt.”

“If I help you do your homework, you’re going to give me coke?” Danny hissed, leaning in as well. “You’re going from Twix to cocaine for trigonometry?”

“I have to graduate,” Sam hissed back, his voice urgent. “Not graduating is not an option for me. I’ve already flunked a class once and if I fail again my family will-”

Sam cut himself off with a groan and flopped dramatically back into his seat, crossing his arms and stretching his legs out. 

“Forget it,” Sam snapped, color rising to his cheeks as he let out a huff. “Forget everything I said. I’m fine, it’s fine.”

Danny paused as he watched Sam shift in his seat, his eyes clouding over as he stared down at his lap. If he didn’t know any better, he’d have thought that Sam might be starting to tear up. 

“Hey, man, I’ll help you,” Danny relented, his heart nearly hammering out of his chest as he said it. “Don’t worry about paying me back or anything, though. Actually, I’m more motivated to help you if you promise NOT to give me drugs.”

Sam stared silently at him for a moment, clearly waiting for Danny to pull the rug out from under him and tell him he was only joking. But Danny was sincere in his promise, and Sam’s tense shoulders loosened slightly. 

“Cool,” Sam said quietly, nodding once. “Are you busy after class?”

Danny was supposed to have lunch with a friend, but in a split second he decided to cancel. 

“No,” Danny answered quickly. 

“Wanna go to the library and, I don’t know, you tell me what the fuck is happening in this unit?” Sam suggested, his voice lowering as he got to the end of his sentence. Danny couldn’t help but let a painfully endeared smile cross over his face as he pretended to think for a second and then nodded. 

“Yeah, that works,” Danny agreed casually and Sam mirrored his nodding. 

“Sweet.”

“Yeah.”

They looked at each other for a moment, letting a few awkward beats pass before Sam cleared his throat and turned his attention back to his thermos. Danny watched him unscrew the chunky lid and take a deep sip, causing Sam to visibly hold back a wince as his eye twitched and he screwed the lid back on. He looked back at Danny, who was regarding him with another look of surprise.

“What?” Sam whispered.

“Dude,” Danny said simply, unsure whether to be concerned or to laugh. 

“Shut up,” Sam replied, narrowing his eyes like an angry cat. 

“It’s 9am,” Danny went on, a giggle at the end of his words.

“Shut up,” Sam repeated. 

The professor got out of her seat and turned on her computer, signaling the beginning of class, and both of them fell silent as the lecture flashed on the projection screen. Danny decided to try and sneak one more look at Sam before he tuned in completely, allowing himself to relish in the anticipation that they were going to be spending the afternoon together. When he looked, he saw Sam was looking back at him, and they both turned away quickly and didn’t make eye contact for the rest of the class.

After an admittedly awkward walk to the library, Danny very quickly learned the extent of just what kind of student Sam was. His eyes wandered, his questions branched into a myriad of tangents, and oftentimes his conclusions made no sense. A particularly hard problem had Danny making Sam slowly backtrack his process to how he arrived at his answer, which made Danny even more confused and further infuriated Sam as he was reminded of how lost he was. 

And yet, Danny was exceedingly patient with him. When the light outside started to fade and they gave up on making any more progress, Sam seemed genuinely shocked that Danny had stuck around as long as he had. Sure, when he got home that night Danny gave an extra little scream into his pillow from how hard he had fought Sam to try and help him understand the unit they were on, but Danny really hadn’t minded getting to spend some actual one on one time with Sam. Between tense discussion and slow calculations, Danny had actually had a lot of fun. 

--

Danny finally admitted to himself that he was completely and totally screwed after the next couple of study sessions with Sam. The issue was that not only was Sam even hotter up close, but that he and Danny got along famously. When he wasn’t cussing out his textbook (or Danny, on occasion) or staring off into space, Sam was funny and quick witted and a surprisingly good listener. He had this habit of cradling his jaw with both hands while staring wide eyed at Danny and the textbook he was working off of, nodding occasionally and scribbling down Danny’s process with his bottom lip sucked in between his teeth. 

“You’re really getting it now, man,” Danny said proudly one afternoon, watching Sam’s flimsy mechanical pencil work its way down his notebook page as he linked together a probability. 

“Maybe a little,” Sam mumbled, flipping a page to check the answer sheet. 

“Seriously, you’ve made hella progress,” Danny went on, motioning at Sam’s paper with his own pencil. “You don’t even need the cheat sheet, I know that’s right.”

“Still gonna check,” Sam insisted, seeming to shrink under Danny’s praise. Danny frowned, watching Sam grow somber in the way he always did when he scoured his homework for problems. Normally, Danny just let him take his quiet pause, but this time he felt himself  saying something before he could stop himself.

“You know that you’re smart, right?”

Sam looked up quickly, looking almost disgusted by Danny’s compliment.

“Yeah, okay,” Sam mocked, crinkling his nose. 

“You are,” Danny continued. “You were smart in high school, too. I mean, you did robotics and debate and stuff, right? You’ve gotta be clever to do all that.”

Sam blinked, his look shifting from unbelieving to almost shy.

“You remember all that?” Sam asked, his voice oddly soft. Danny felt his face flush.

“Uh, well, yeah,” Danny stammered slightly, shrugging like it was nothing. “I noticed lots of stuff in high school. It was a lot more fun than doing my own stuff, I guess.”

“You did cool stuff, too,” Sam said hesitantly, looking back at his page. “Golf is…cool.”

“No, it’s not,” Danny laughed, and a smirk slipped onto Sam’s face.

“Nah, it’s really not,” Sam agreed, the smirk growing to a cheeky grin. “You know what I mean. You were a cool person.”

“Oh, am I not cool anymore?” Danny teased, basking in the realization that at least once, Sam had thought about him back then.

“You’re still cool,” Sam smiled, his eyes boring into Danny’s own as Danny’s smile grew wide and dopey.

“Cool,” Danny replied dumbly, seeing Sam’s eyebrow raise in his peripheral vision as he pretended to start on another question. 

“Not good with compliments either, huh?” Sam accused lightheartedly.

“I guess I just don’t get them that much,” Danny answered honestly. Sam immediately let out a sharp, one note laugh that earned him a dirty look from the librarian and a confused smile from Danny.

“What?” Danny asked. Sam looked him up and down once with an amused smile, but once he realized Danny had absolutely no clue what he found so ridiculous, his smile quickly died. 

“Nothing, whatever,” Sam backtracked, letting out another much quieter laugh as if to make up for the brashness of the first one. 

“Nuh uh, tell me,” Danny insisted, quickly swiping Sam’s paper out from under his hand and holding it hostage under his forearm. “What’s so funny, funny guy?”

“Nothing!” Sam doubled down, his usually edgy tone taking on a brand new whining quality as he tried to yank his paper back. The annoyed knit of Sam’s eyebrows gave Danny a small thrill he didn’t quite understand. 

“You tell me why you laughed or I eat this fucking piece of paper.”

“Oh, I would actually love to see that, go right ahead.”

“Come on, Sam, tell me,” Danny all but begged. “Why is it so damn funny I don’t get compliments on the reg?” 

Sam still refused to meet his eye, half heartedly trying to slide the paper out from under Danny’s arm with his fingertips gripping furiously. 

“I don’t know, I guess it’s just weird considering you look, you know…” Sam trailed off, his tan cheeks rosy as he stumbled to his point. “Looking the way you do, I’d think maybe you’d be fending ‘em off ‘on the reg’. Your words, not mine.”

Danny blinked, still vaguely lost.

“Looking the way I do?” Danny echoed slowly, and Sam rolled his eyes. Danny looked down at himself, trying to decipher whatever Sam was getting at. “Is there a big sweater crowd here that I was unaware of, or…?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Sam mumbled, finally pushing Danny’s arm back with one hand and grabbing his paper with the other. “Nevermind.”

Danny spent the rest of the night trying to understand just what Sam had been telling him, but it didn’t hit him until that last second before he finally fell asleep. Danny had sat up abruptly when the thought settled on him, his adrenaline jerking him upwards like a puppet so hard that his knee collided with his cheek. He fell back onto his pillow with a prolonged groan, pressing the heel of his palm to his sore cheek, feeling his blood pulse as he blinked up at the ceiling with the realization spinning in his head: Sam thought he was attractive. And he had said it right to Danny’s face without him knowing. As he began to drift off again, Danny thought he might be the stupidest man alive. 

--

Danny certainly felt like one when the next time he saw Sam, he approached him with sheepish energy and a big, tender bruise on the plane of his cheek under his right eye. Sam’s mouth fell open and he immediately reached up to touch Danny’s face, his fingers softly grazing over the bruise as his dark eyebrows drew together in confusion.

“What the hell happened to you?” Sam asked, his eyes suddenly lighting up as a snarky comment generated in his head. “Oh my god, did you get in a fight?”

Danny, realizing there was no way he could explain the true nature of his injury without sounding like an utter idiot, quickly nodded in agreement and tried to look remorseful. Sam’s mouth fell open again. The sparkle in his eye paired with his ability to be so quick to believe made Danny’s stomach flutter in adoration.

“Yeah, no biggie,” Danny said coolly as he slid into his seat, shrugging off his bag as Sam landed on his seat harshly, his eyes still stuck to Danny’s face. 

“Who did you fight?” Sam gasped. “Did you fight a cop? Oh, please say yes.”

“Yep, you know me, big cop fighter,” Danny agreed, sarcasm edging his voice as he shot Sam a sly smile. Sam slumped in his seat as he began to scowl.

“Oh, fuck you, don’t lie to me,” Sam pouted, crossing his leather clad arms. “Seriously, what’s with the bruise?”

“It’s stupid, I’m fine,” Danny laughed. 

“Do we have to cancel midterms studying later?” Sam asked, looking concerned. Maybe even disappointed. “I don’t wanna, I don’t know.”

“Are you worried I’m going to strain my small bruise too much?” Danny teased, butterflies fluttering again at Sam’s genuine worry about his well being. 

 “I don’t know!” Sam spluttered. “I want to make sure my teacher isn’t being held back from teaching me.”

“Sure, sure,” Danny smiled, finding a random surge of confidence and channeling it by mocking one of the first things Sam had said to him. “Aren’t you just a perfect angel?”

Sam immediately fell silent, rolling his eyes deeply and lolling back into his seat, turning away from Danny for a moment before flopping his head back towards Danny. 

“Maybe I am,” Sam joked, giving Daniel a theatrical wink before scoffing and shaking his head, reacting so heavily that Danny figured that he must’ve been genuinely flustered by Danny’s accusation. It was hitting him again now, that Sam might actually like him back. It still felt like a reach, but Danny let the satisfaction of the possibility straighten his spine confidently while Sam continued to sputter. 

--

By the time midterms had come and gone, Danny was beginning to become actually convinced he might have a shot with Sam. A lot of this was attributed to Sam suddenly and consistently indulging in a habit Danny was well acquainted with: kleptomania. 

“Sam, you have got to stop,” Danny said defeatedly after Sam dropped yet another grocery bag of snacks on the table in front of Danny before collapsing in the booth across from him. This study session was at a coffee shop, which Danny thought might deter Sam from his now expected habit of bringing Danny bags of treats and the occasional other small, random items. 

“Why? It’s funny,” Sam insisted as he did every time Danny questioned why the hell he was doing this. “Come on, laugh.”

“I am not laughing, thank you very much,” Danny said haughtily, sifting through the bag with two fingers. “Aw, come on, there’s even more than last time. Those poor store owners you’re robbing are going to start to notice, you know.”

“Whatever, as if they could prove it was me,” Sam scoffed with pride, cracking his neck cockily. 

“Security cams, Sams,” Danny remarked, tying the handles of the bag together. “Seriously, it’s just not worth the risk. I don’t know why you think I’m so desperately in need of a couple hundred granola bars.”

“Totally worth the risk,” Sam argued. “I have a great time doing it, and then you have a great time not starving.”

“Why would I be starving?”

“You said you barely even eat during the days you work. Boom, problem solved, shut up and eat your damn fruit snacks.”

Danny’s heart suddenly began to slam against his ribs as the feelings that accompanied Sam’s shockingly sweet intentions jolted every nerve ending in Danny’s body. 

“You started being a full blown klepto because…you didn’t want me to be hungry?”

“So?” Sam’s voice was sharp and defensive, but when Danny blinked at him, he saw Sam’s eyes soften for a fraction of a second and he knew. 

 “It’s just…actually very nice of you,” Danny said, his voice petering out slightly at the end of his sentence. “Now I kinda feel like a dickhead for yelling at you. Even though I still don’t think you should steal.”

“I accept your apology,” Sam answered jokingly. “So, which homework are we going over today?”

“Oh, we actually don’t have anything due on Friday,” Danny said. “I’m slightly concerned you don’t remember her saying that, but, yeah, we don’t technically don’t have to work on anything.”

“Oh,” Sam said simply, tensing and then relaxing in the same second. “So, we’re just…like, hanging out?”

“I guess,” Danny replied, masking his nerves by taking a sip of his drink. “I mean, we can look ahead in the book. Or you can, like, go if you want.”

“No, no, it’s whatever,” Sam said hurriedly. “I mean, I already ordered a drink, so.”

“Yeah, I mean, then you gotta stay,” Danny teased, still a little surprised by his own ability to flirt so quickly lately. “Maybe we can even attempt a conversation without talking about trigonometry.”

“Sounds like pulling teeth,” Sam agreed, arching a dark brow in amusement. “I’m down.”

“Should I ask you how your day was?”

“Definitely not.”

“What about your childhood?”

Sam bristled but somehow twisted it into a weak smile.

“I don’t know, you were there for a good chunk of it,” Sam smiled, and Danny melted a little. “You weren’t super involved or anything, but you probably know the gist of it.”

“Mm, I guess,” Danny shrugged. “Not enough to know how you went from being such a nice little nerd to…wherever you are now.”

“Is there something wrong with me now?” Sam snapped, giving Danny the stink eye.

“No, no, but you’re definitely a lot different than you were 5 years ago,” Danny went on and Sam swallowed, his eyes traveling in the air next to Danny’s head uncomfortably. 

“True,” Sam agreed sullenly. 

“I didn’t mean to, I don’t know, drag up anything,” Danny said nervously, taking note of the dark cloud settling over Sam’s head. “Just making conversation. I mean, I admit I am curious, but you can change the subject.”

“It’s…fine,” Sam sighed, shifting in his seat and finally taking off his jacket as he talked. “I mean, you know all the shit that went down with my family. I guess it’s just kind of a weird thing for an angsty little teenager to deal with, and doing spontaneous, adrenaline rush inducing shit is a lot easier to do than dealing with emotions. Way more fun, too.”

“I get that,” Danny said softly. “I was worried for you for a while in high school. You didn’t come to school for like a week straight once and I totally thought something bad had happened.”

“Really?” Sam asked. He looked surprised that Danny had remembered that, and he also looked a little guilty.

“I mean, yeah,” Danny stammered. It was true; it had been a little hard not to be on the lookout for Sam after his dad’s mugshot had been plastered on every newspaper in town.

“Well, I was fine,” Sam insisted, guilt still gracing his features. “With everything going on, I figured nobody would care if I stayed away for a little while. I was pretty much just taking tabs in the woods and eating at drive throughs and stirring up shit at random bars.” 

“That sounds like it sucks,” Danny blurted, and Sam looked startled by his candor.

“It did suck,” Sam answered plainly. “But it could have been worse. I mean, I only got arrested once.”

“That’s a miracle,” Danny joked and Sam laughed. 

“Honestly, yeah,” Sam agreed with a feline smirk. “I’ve gotten up to some pretty crazy things in my time.”

“I’d love to hear about them,” Danny smiled, cupping his chin in his hand in an effort to look tuned in completely to Sam. Sam laughed again and mirrored Danny’s cheesy motion with a higher notch of dramatics, making both of them chuckle before Sam launched into a highlights reel of the craziest things he’d experienced in the past couple of years. With every new anecdote, Sam loosened up more and more, his eyes staying round and playful as he gesticulated often and laughed between his words. Even though his stories painted him as some kind of a wild thrill seeker, the Sam sitting in front of Danny was exuberant, sweet, and kept collapsing into fits of giggles that made him snort and giggle all over again. Danny couldn’t help but stare.

-- 

   Suddenly it was November, and Danny and Sam put their heads together to work through the review packet they’d been given. The truth is that the review packet had all the basics of the units they’d gone through, and the professor had said that the final was going to be a collection of all the simplest concepts so there was no reason to unnecessarily stress, but Danny and Sam began to study like it was the bar exam. At this point, both of them were quietly aware that Sam would be able to pass this final without Danny’s help, and that their studying sessions didn’t actually involve all that much studying anymore. They’d go to the library or a coffee shop or any kind of quiet establishment, pull out their folders and pencils and calculators, and then not touch them for the next couple of hours while they chatted. On a few occasions, Sam would shut down when the conversation got too close for him, and Danny knew that during those times he was waiting for Danny to go, but he never did. He’d pick a new topic, broach it carefully, and wait for Sam to warm back up to him. That unthinking kindness was a big part of why Sam actually started to feel comfortable opening up to Danny, even if it was only a little bit. It was also why Sam started to feel like he would do anything to get alone with Danny, such as feigning that he absolutely needed them to start meeting up twice a week more than once. Right before the actual test, Sam even considered inviting Danny over to his place to…not study, he wouldn’t get away with saying that’s why he wanted him over. That’s why he never ended up offering. Part of it was shame, honestly. He didn’t like the imagery of Danny, bright and clean, standing in the basement he called home and pretending to like it. Or even actually liking it, seeing as he seemed to like everything Sam pitched to him, even when it was a tale of arson or getting an unseemly tattoo in an unseemly place. 

What it was, really, was that Sam wanted Danny alone because he had a big, fat crush on him. When he’d first seen Danny in class, he’d recognized him from school, sure, but his first thought was that he was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. So gorgeous that he looked entirely out of place hunched over his laptop in a stained t-shirt that he assumed doubled as his uniform for work. Sam wasn’t stupid, he knew that his look attracted his stares, and usually he loved the attention. But he felt uncharacteristically nervous when he began to notice that Danny’s eyes couldn’t stay off of him during class. In fact, even after becoming friends and becoming arguably close friends, he still felt nervous under Danny’s gaze. He wanted to keep his eyes on him at all times, and as the last day of class drew near, he was worried he was going to lose it. Sam knew he had to make a move. He just wasn’t sure how.

--

“Come over.”

Danny blinked.

“Hm?” Danny asked with a closed mouth, looking up from his paper to see that Sam wasn’t even looking at him. Sam was regarding the motor oil under his nails with great intensity.

“Come over,” Sam repeated, slowly and theatrically. “After the final tomorrow. We’ll party and lay a semester of unrelenting torment to rest.”

“Oh,” Danny replied dumbly, suddenly feeling very warm under the collar of his green sweater. “Yeah, sure, sounds fun. Should I bring anything?”

“Nah, I’ve got enough liquor to be deemed a public fire hazard,” Sam grinned, finally looking at Danny to flash him his teeth. “You’ll probably have to crash for the night, though. We’re going to get pretty fucked up.”

“Oh, are we?” Danny challenged with a smile of his own. “I don’t know how wild a two person party can get.”

“I’d invite other people but they wouldn’t understand the true heart of the party like we do,” Sam explained dryly. “You can pick what we watch.”

“Sweet,” Danny sang, his knee bouncing from jitters under the table. He couldn’t stop thinking about the prospect of sleeping in the same room as Sam. “Do I get to sleep on the couch, or is it a pillow and a blanket situation?”

“Whatever you want, bro,” Sam answered coolly, looking back to his nails. “All I know is you don’t get the bed.”

“You must be so proud of your twin size mattress.”

“Hey, she sees plenty of play,” Sam purred, blatantly lying. He winked and Danny rolled his eyes, landing his attention back on his paper.

“If ‘she’ saw plenty of play, you wouldn’t still have a twin,” Danny accused, his stomach turning at the thought of anyone other than him in that bed with Sam. Sam scoffed.

“Hey now, mattresses are expensive as fuck,” Sam argued, reaching a defensive headspace where his arms crossed and his lip curled. Danny loved it.

“True, true,” Danny humored him. “So, do I get to ride home with you on your big scary motorcycle or do I have to follow you in my car?”

“We’ll see if your excuse for a car can keep up with my Harley. I’ve been meaning to ask you to drag race, anyways.”

“My sheer spite would make my car go faster than your tricycle.”

“Tricycle?!”

Danny laughed as Sam flew into a sputtering tirade of defending his motorcycle, counting out bullet pointed arguments on his fingers as Danny sat there with a dopey smile on his face. Danny wondered if Sam had caught on to the fact that he fired him up just so he could watch him fizzle down. At the same time, Sam wondered if Danny knew how much he liked that he did that.

--

Danny’s nerves began to run wild about halfway through his final. Not because of any uncertainty at his answers, but because as time passed, he realized just how soon he’d be at Sam’s. He was worried about what he’d be like after a few drinks and finding himself completely alone with the man he’d begun to fantasize about more and more every day. Actually, he hadn’t thought of much else but what he was going to do about this hangout time with Sam, or rather, what he wanted to do. A gentle, almost innocent crush had morphed so quickly in such a short time, and his feelings were quickly developing in a way that kept his head filled with images of his hands on Sam’s hips and how Sam’s neck might look when covered in bruises. As one of those thoughts started to drift into his mind, his thoughts whispering about how it was a very real possibility, Danny’s pencil began to fly over his paper as he hurried to finish as fast as possible.

Sam didn’t keep Danny waiting for very long after he did finally turn in his final and hurry out into the hallway. Sam had dressed pretty nice for once, in his own uniquely Sam way. He had on a rumpled white shirt with a dark green leather jacket, paired with dark jeans that boasted only a few scuffs and minor rips. He stomped after Danny down the hall in heavy workmans boots.

“How was it for you?” Sam asked, his body language bordering on giddy as they burst out the doors into a chilly, biting breeze that immediately reddened both their cheeks and noses. 

“Honestly? It was kind of easy,” Danny said brightly and Sam immediately let out a laugh, kicking an icy stick as they approached where they’d parked their respective vehicles nearby. 

“I knew you’d say that, ugh,” Sam complained. 

“What, was it hard for you?”

“No, it’s just more annoying when things are easy for you,” Sam explained. “‘Cause everything’s easy to you, so, like, duh, of course you thought it was easy.”

“Sorry for being smart?” Danny laughed apologetically.

“Yeah, you better be.”

Danny scoffed and Sam laughed, brushing a few stray leaves off the seat of his bike and straddling it. Danny’s breath caught slightly when Sam adjusted himself, his back arching for a few seconds before he settled down, fiddling with his gloves while Danny dragged his gaze away from the seat of his bike. They weren’t even at Sam’s yet, and he started to become really worried about his capacity for self control.

-- 

Danny worried again when they arrived at Sam’s grungy apartment building and he watched Sam flip his hair over his shoulder as he fumbled for his keys. 

Danny worried some more when Sam insisted on standing sideways in the doorway to dramatically present his living room to him, so that Danny felt his chest drag against his upper arm as he squeezed past. 

Danny worried the most in the moments right after the door closed. Sam pressed his back against the wood coquettishly while grinning softly at Danny, and Danny sort of floated out of himself when he felt his body turn on his heel and march right up to Sam. Sam’s eyes widened and his goofy introductory remarks died on his tongue as he looked up at Danny in puzzlement right before Danny gently palmed the side of his tattooed throat and brought his lips to Sam’s. And Sam, the rough edged, chain smoking, eye rolling, pain of a man immediately buckled at the knee and sighed into the contact, his rough hands grazing Danny’s neck before diving into his hair. Danny felt his entire body go blindingly white hot with nerves as he gasped and went in for another kiss, his jaw angling perfectly against Sam’s as he held him firmly against the door. Sam arched against the wood and into Danny’s touch, melting against whatever contact he could find on the taller man. After a minute of Sam writhing and Danny nearly blacking out from the pleasure of Sam’s soft lips on his own, Danny finally pulled away for a deep breath of air, maintaining frenzied eye contact with Sam as he watched him paw lightly at his neck and take gasping breaths. 

“Hey,” Danny breathed, his voice raspy and shaking. “I’m sorry, I should have-”

“Took you fucking long enough,” Sam cut him off, his shining lips splitting into a wild smile. “I mean, fuckin’ A, man. I was starting to think I was reading into nothing.”

“Definitely not nothing,” Danny replied quietly. “A very nervous something.”

“Well, the something is mutual,” Sam grinned, giving Danny a proper up and down with his eyes and chuckling softly. “Very, very mutual.”

“Cool,” Danny said shyly, dipping his head to try and hide his smile, as if he hadn’t just slammed Sam against a door to steal a kiss. 

“Come back,” Sam whined softly, grasping Danny by the collar of his corduroy jacket and pulling him back into his embrace. “Come on, don’t be a tease any more than you already are.”

“I’m a tease?” Danny asked with delighted disbelief, smiling into the contact of Sam beginning to kiss along his jaw and neck. “You were the one who was going to make me sleep on the floor tonight.”

“Oh, baby, you were never going to be sleeping on the floor,” Sam whispered in his ear, kissing his jaw and working his way up to giving Danny one, long kiss on the lips before speaking again. “I always get what I want.”

“You want me?” Danny asked against his lips, getting lost in the wide expanse of Sam’s dark eyes. 

“You don’t know the half of it,” Sam purred, cupping Danny’s jaw and pulling him into a series of slow kisses while Danny’s mind continued to reel at Sam’s reciprocity. With Sam biting his lip and kissing it better in succession, along with his willowy fingers tracing down Danny’s chest, Danny was honestly beginning to find it hard that this wasn’t a miracle from the universe. Or maybe some kind of dream that he’d fallen into without realizing. He couldn’t even begin to comprehend that this scenario was exactly what Sam had been picturing for their evening the entire time. 

Once Sam’s tongue made its way into Danny’s mouth, adding warmth and licking smoothly, Danny started to hurriedly shrug off his jacket and toss it blindly behind him before starting to work Sam’s off of him. It exposed the patchwork of tattoos along Sam’s arms, tigers and daggers and snakes in the traditional style popping against the white of his shirt. To his surprise, Sam’s hands left Danny’s cheeks and boldly slid up under his sweater, causing Danny to flinch and yelp at the feeling of Sam’s ice cold fingers on his warm skin. Sam giggled, still keeping their lips locked together as he grabbed at Danny’s waist and sides, his hands unable to stay in one place. Matching Sam’s reckless abandon, Danny suddenly bent at the knee and hooked his arms around Sam’s thighs, boosting him into the air. Sam hummed into his mouth, crossing his legs behind Danny’s back and snaking his hands out from under Danny’s sweater to tangle back into his curls.

“My bedroom is the door behind you to the right,” Sam mumbled breathlessly, fidgeting slightly against Danny’s firm front.

“That’s awful forward of you,” Danny flirted, taking a moment to breathe and appreciate the weight of Sam in his arms, holding him up with very little effort. This could come in handy.

“Well, do you want to fuck me or not?” Sam scoffed, a further blush flushing his face as he said it. His pupils completely swallowed up the warm brown of his iris as he stared expectantly at Danny, who had to take a second to concentrate on not cumming in his jeans right then and there.

“Yes, god, yes,” Danny answered quickly, immediately starting a slow, backwards walk towards Sam’s bedroom as Sam grinned wolfishly and descended on Danny’s mouth hungrily again. 

Eventually, they fumbled their way into the bedroom, Sam closing the door behind them before Danny dropped him on the bed and climbed over him. Danny considered continuing with his conquest, but he found himself looking up to observe his surroundings. Sam’s bedroom was small, with wrinkled posters and flyers for basement shows and concerts peppering the gray walls. There were clothes all over the floor, along with the butts of cigarettes and a myriad of worn out sneakers and boots. Sam watched Danny’s expression carefully as he assessed the mess that was his room, his eyes tracking the pattern on his quilt before smiling at Sam again. 

“It’s cute in here,” Danny declared, looking at a string of lights taped to the borders of the walls while Sam blinked in surprise at his words. 

“No, it’s not,” Sam muttered, looking around his room and seeing only the disregard for his own environment in the mess he’d created.

“Nah, it’s all very you,” Danny explained, looking at the room and seeing the person behind it all. He imagined Sam wobbling on a stool to paint the walls their moody gray, or pulling his quilt out of a box and smoothing it lovingly over the sheets, wondering if it had been made for him by a relative or hand picked from a thrift shop with a curated eye. It was all painfully adorable to him. It was all so…Sam. 

Sam saw the adoring shine in Danny’s crinkled, hazel eyes and felt all his seductive confidence fly out the window, only able to bat his lashes up at him and marvel.

“You really don’t think I’m a scuzzball, do you?” Sam asked with a note of amused realization, his sentence lifting into a slight one note laugh. 

“Never have,” Danny answered honestly, cocking his head at Sam while smiling warmly. “I mean, you can pretend all you want, but I know you’re not who you pretend to be. You’re just…”

“What?” Sam challenged, slightly defensive of the persona he’d worked hard to maintain over the years, and also slightly embarrassed that Danny had seen through it so effortlessly.

“You’re just you, I guess,” Danny shrugged as best he could while holding his weight on his elbows, still hovering over Sam’s reclined body. “And that’s not very scary to me.”

Sam was silent for a minute, unsure of what to say to that. Initially, he’d been annoyed that Danny was so nice to him, figuring the other shoe would drop at any time and he’d reveal his worst intentions. This was a pattern Sam was accustomed to. But Danny really meant what he said. He didn’t just see through Sam, he saw him fully, and Sam realized with a relieved jolt that he had never really been annoyed about it. He was grateful. 

But Sam was still very much in a certain state of mind, and his body reminded him of it when he looked down and saw how his crotch had lifted to press against Danny’s without his realizing. He figured maybe there was a certain way he could show Danny just how grateful he was. 

“Why don’t you show me just how scary you can be?” Sam invited lowly, his hand returning to Danny’s cheek as his thumb swiped over Danny’s bottom lip. This small action seemed to remind Danny of how they’d ended up here, and Sam watched with restrained delight as Danny’s eyes glazed over slightly. 

“What do you want?” Danny asked quietly, adjusting and hovering further over Sam, his look of genuine caring slowly morphing into something almost predatory as he smiled. His hair fell around them, the rest of the world falling away.

“I already told you,” Sam pointed out haughtily. “I want you.”

“I’m getting kind of tired of your attitude,” Danny fired back. “You know I want specifics.”

“Is that what you want? Specifics? Not me?” Sam grinned cheekily, enjoying pressing Danny’s buttons even more now that he was getting the idea that he’d be rewarded for it. Danny rolled his eyes and shook his head at Sam.

“Be that way,” Danny hummed, straightening and sitting hard on Sam’s lap, causing him to let out a strangled whine as Danny pulled his sweater off. “Guess I’ll just call the shots.”

Sam really wanted to conjure up a fiery retort, but his mind went fuzzy and blank at the sight of Danny with his shirt off, his broad chest exposed and his smile cocky and triumphant as he watched Sam flounder wordlessly. Sam became even more aware of the strain in his jeans when his eyes traveled downward and he caught sight of the trail of dark hair just over the waistband of Danny’s pants. 

“Do you even know how much I like you?” Danny started, casually undoing the clasp of his watch and leaning to the side to drop it on Sam’s bedside table while Sam propped himself up on his elbows. “I literally thought I was going to flunk the class because you were so distracting.” 

“I didn’t even talk to you,” Sam said simply, barely audible. 

“Didn’t need to,” Danny affirmed. “My mind did most of the distracting stuff.”

“Like what?” Sam prodded, tipping his chin up to stare unrelentingly at Danny in a pathetic attempt to regain control. Danny, taking advantage of this surprising burst of dominance that Sam seemed to give him, gently grasped Sam’s chin.

“Well, initially, I had all these ideas of how we’d end up kissing for the first time,” Danny explained. “Shockingly, none of them ended up being how it went, but I’m glad I had options. And, I mean, those ideas just sort of developed over time. I’d wake up and be all surprised that I’d cum in my pants and not on you.”

Sam’s jaw hung open and Danny shut it gently for him, his body pulsing with heat as his adrenaline raced in his veins.

“You gonna teach me some more, hm?” Sam finally managed to say, straining to try and steal a kiss. “Or do you want me to lead?”

“I’d like to see you try,” Danny grinned, pushing Sam onto his back. Sam, breathless, watched Danny move his hands down to Sam’s aching groin and begin to undo his pants, fingers shaking with anticipation. Sam pushed his hair off his forehead and pressed his covered dick into Danny’s hand after his pants had been tugged down to his knees, not speaking but letting a needling whimper escape that made Danny smile. 

“What are we going to do with you, Sam?” Danny teased, running his thumb up and down Sam’s concealed length.

“Danny,” Sam choked out as Danny took his hands off of Sam and began to unzip his own pants. The lack of touch was almost unbearable at that moment. “Come on, fuck me, please.”

“That could look like a lot of things,” Danny said absently, freeing his dick and palming it casually, letting out a slow sigh of relief. Sam stared unabashedly at Danny’s impressive and admittedly intimidating length. He’d fantasized about what he might expect, but the real thing was almost overwhelming. But he knew what he needed.

“In me,” Sam whispered, his tone bordering on longing. “Please. I can take it.”

“You can?” Danny questioned, trying to keep up his domineering tone despite the wind being knocked out of his lungs at Sam’s request. “Have you been getting ready for me?”

“Maybe,” Sam admitted quietly. He took a dangerous leap with what he said next. “But those randos don’t even hold a candle to you.”

Danny flinched, jealousy immediately rolling over him in cold waves as his mind started to conjure up disgusting imagery of Sam on his back for anybody other than him. It must have translated into his expression without his knowledge because Sam’s open mouth twisted into a smug smile, arching an eyebrow at Danny. It was a dare, and Danny dared to prove himself. 

“Shut up before I make you,” Danny snarled, challenging Sam to call him out for being all bark and no bite. But Sam obediently shut his trap, lowering himself slightly on his elbows and spread his legs ever so slightly, inviting Danny in without a word. 

--

“So…was I better than those other ‘randos’ stretching you out?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, I was joking.”

Sam’s whole body was in absolute, delicious agony, his face buried into the crook of Danny’s neck. He attempted to even out his breathing, his throat raw and his chest tired after all the pornographic moans and whimpers that had escaped him when Danny had driven into him with varying amounts of mercy over the course of what felt like hours. Sam’s shoulders were already blooming with a score of bruises where Danny had left teeth marks, anchoring himself to Sam in animalistic moments of passion when he threatened to finish far too early. Danny’s body was aching too, his abs and hips tense and his shoulders in their own pain from holding himself up for so long. It had been worth it to keep the sight of Sam’s gasps and fluttering eyes, and he was certain he had enough material in his mind's eye to keep him satisfied in his own personal endeavors for weeks. Danny brushed his fingers lightly up and down Sam’s spine, his lips pressed to the crown of Sam’s head as they laid in silence, recovering. 

“Do you want to hear something crazy?” Sam said, his voice muffled by Danny’s scorching hot skin. 

“Sure,” Danny replied, giving Sam’s hair a quick kiss after he said it.

“I used to have a crush on you in high school.”

“What!” Danny blurted, attempting to push Sam’s shoulder up so he could see his face, but Sam buried his head even further into Danny’s neck. “Explain!”

“I just did!” Sam laughed, his voice still muted. “It wasn’t anything serious but, yeah, I guess you were kind of my hallway crush. It’s no big deal.”

“Wow,” Danny said dreamily. “And look where you are now. How exciting for you.”

“Shut up!” Sam groaned, finally lifting his head and giving Danny a fake frown, his face glowing and flushed. Danny mocked his frown back to him, laughing at his expression and tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind his ear.

“I definitely thought you were cute,” Danny smiled. “I was super into emo haircuts.”

“I hate you,” Sam deadpanned, looking unamused.

“Is that why you just let me cum in y-”

Sam pressed his palm over Danny’s mouth, muffling his subsequent laugh. Sam let out an exasperated sigh and leaned over to reach into an opened drawer of his bedside table, items rattling out of sight until he emerged with his prize: Marlboro Reds. Sam bit down on a cigarette and slid out another to offer it to Danny, who wrinkled his nose at it initially but took it between his fingers anyways, studying it while Sam pulled free the lighter and rolled onto his back next to Danny.

“You ever smoked?” Sam asked, lighting his cigarette and taking a deep inhale while Danny shook his head no. Sam blew out a thick cloud of smoke before rolling onto his front, taking the cigarette out of Danny’s hand and sticking it in Danny’s mouth himself. Danny wanted to protest, but froze when Sam leaned over and pressed the tip of his lit cigarette to Danny’s, both of them silent save for the crackling of the paper and tobacco as Danny’s cigarette began to glow. He took a hesitant inhale, letting the heady warmth settle on his tongue before he began to cough, sitting up sharply and choking on a cloud of smoke while Sam chuckled and patted him on the back.

“You’ll get there,” Sam assured him through laughs.

“I don’t know if I wanna get there,” Danny wheezed, letting the cigarette fizzle between his fingers instead of taking a second drag. 

“You don’t have to, just figured I’d give you a taste of the wild side,” Sam grinned, the cigarette dangling attractively from his bottom lip.

“You’ve given me more than a taste of that,” Danny said with a wink. Sam chuckled again, blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth as he stared with glittering eyes at Danny.

“I like you,” Sam said simply, conjuring the innocent butterflies in Danny’s stomach. 

“Thank you,” Danny answered shyly and Sam immediately slapped his arm.

“Say it back!”

“I like you!” Danny laughed, slapping Sam back. “You knew that!”

“Yeah, but I like hearing you say it,” Sam hummed proudly. 

“You’re weird.”

“You’re weirder.”

“You’re the weirdest,” Danny teased, taking another more careful inhale of his cigarette and releasing it with only a mild clearing of his throat. “Ooh, look, I’m learning.”

“Maybe I had something to teach you after all,” Sam smiled. “I guess I never really needed to bribe you into helping me, huh?”

“Not at all,” Danny said. “But I’m enjoying the reward of just you.”

Sam’s smile widened and Danny smiled right back at him. It suddenly seemed so ridiculous that there had ever been a time when he was afraid to speak to Sam. How could he have looked at his puppy dog eyes and cute shaggy hair and not dragged him into his lap right then and there? Danny figured he had time to rectify that, doing just that and catching Sam in a smoky kiss, suddenly thrilled about all the things that they could continue to teach each other.

--

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“goes from relationship to relationship pretty easy and quick and would make out with strangers too? “

When did Louis make out with random strangers? I know we got the fish mouth kiss in the street with Harry in Japan but when did Louis do that? The most I’ve seen him do in public was hold rockstar girlfriend’s hand back in Feb 2022. That anon can’t possibly be taking those ridiculous stories from latam seriously. That was a running joke for months by literally everyone. Same with that guy’s story when olí & Louis were on their vacation there. The guy even used badly photoshopped pics til he was called out and deleted his account. Can you imagine if we believed every rando’s story thrown out there about any of the boys? I would think Harry was a walking venereal disease. He’s not, because I don’t believe everything I hear. I remember when people thought his assistant was his new beard, before we knew who she was. Then it shifted to Krystle, then those women in Australia who had to post on social media their actual relationships because people kept bothering them. Honestly, he’s been publicly single since 2022. That’s been a heck of a long time. Actually without jinxing it I’ve been enjoying the calm for the moment.

I think sometimes we’re too close and instead become offended when we see Louis do the same things as other artists do. Musicians drink on stage, they forget words, they smoke (weed & cigarettes), they get sick, they go to the barricade, they wear questionable things, etc. It happens. And if you don’t see other artists do these things then you’re definitely not seeing other musician’s shows lol. Louis was sick with a very visible cold/flu when he was in latam. Not surprised because of not only his schedule but the extreme temps that were there. But he still went on with his shows versus cancelling. He also had a very grueling schedule for his shows and went to places others don’t go to. I’m glad he’s on a break, he needs one. I’m also hopeful that when he does comes back, he leaves smoking behind. As a former smoker though, I can say it’s hard as hell to stop and I wasn’t smoking as much as he does.

Hi, anon!

I guess the anon meant that pool girl? Idk. But we're talking about public image here, so the latam stories count because some people buy it. And while you don’t believe anything you hear, some people do, especially young people and people who think that's who he really is. It fits with the image they have of him.

I'm also a bit tired of people excusing L's behaviour on stage as normal behaviour. You are doing him a disservice by comparing him to other's who acts the same. It's not the same, you have to put all this in context. Consider the fanbase make up, consider his insecurities and his age. He's not a rocker playing clubs for an audience of hardcore men. Also consider what he's said himself about needing liquid courage to do his day job. It could be an image thing and it could not be. It could be an actual issue for him. He's already pre-diposed. Please don't make excuses anymore. If it's an image thing he needs to stop, if it's a real issue he nees to deal with it.

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For the Hybrid!Au, I believe Evelyn would absolutely be a fox hybrid despite her love for birds and her bird-related call sign....

I just feel like a fox fits her better in this aspect. She's snarky, sassy....she's small and agile. Plus she can weasel her way out of situations when needed (at least with Price. She's the second youngest member of the team so he's got a bit of a soft spot for her)

And yes, I apologize if it's hard to tell but she's chubby and has a bit of a pudgy tummy

For the others, I believe:

• Price would be a Grizzly Bear. This should be obvious. I'm a firm believer of Price with a bit of a belly plus he's got all that hair on his body. After everything this man has been through, I fully believe he could sleep for weeks or months at a time. So yeah, he gives off some Grizzly vibes to me

• Soap is a husky imo. Have you seen those blue eyes? Leave him alone for more than two minutes and he's absolutely gonna be getting into trouble. He's hyper, always goofing around and annoying the hell outta Ghost. As a husky owner, I can see Soap being a husky through and through

• Gaz is a hawk. He's got one hell of an aim plus he's extremely observant of everything and everyone around him. Nothing gets passed this man. Now, what kind of hawk he is....I'm still not sure exactly...I'll decide on that later

• Ghost is a wolf. Do I need to say anything else? He's got that strong pack mentality, always making sure his teammates stay safe while on missions and that they come back alive. Even when not deployed, he can't help but check up on his team every so often due to his past.

• Roach is a Koala. Hear me out on this. Yeah, this man is a hardened soldier but....he's also extremely laid back. Like REALLY laid back. If he ain't training or out on a mission, he's in his room sleeping or munching on his secret stash of snacks he's gotten from his family back home in care packages. I also headcanon Roach as a bit of a smoker. No, not cigarettes. Being from the US where it's legal in few states, I'm certain he's done weed before and does it from time to time. He doesn't do it as much while deployed due to the obvious reasons. But don't be surprised to find edibles or whatever if you ever visit his home...

• Laswell is a tiger. She's fierce and doesn't take shit from anyone. Plus she's extremely loyal to those she considers family

• Nikolai is also a bear but instead he's a black bear. Much more chill and laid back than Price. Not as eager to start fights but will fight if he has to

• Makarov is a fox as well....or maybe a snake? I can't decide which one 😭 both fits Makarov so well. He's obviously a snake and wouldn't hesitate to lash out at anyone who he sees as a threat, including Yuri, but he's also tricky and has a silver tongue like a fox....

• Yuri is a polar bear. I know, there's a lot of bears but come on. Price, Nikolai and Yuri definitely have bear vibes. I can't be the only one who doesn't feel this, right? Yuri would be fiercely protective of those he cares about unless their name is Vladimir and they just so happen to be a sadistic psychopath and would give his life to protect them, despite seemingly being a cold hearted soldier