#I usually suck on whatever lemon I don’t use

[rosicheeks]

6, 10, 77?

6: do you keep plants?

Ugh I wish but sadly no

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

Lol stomach

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

Usually pink 💖

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART FIVE)

one — two — three — four — five

notes: i apologize, this one kinda sucks because i work all day so i made this at work! <3

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 hello fellow devils hockey sufferers! today our dear boys in red (and white) played against the NY Islanders. they didn’t do good.

to start us off, i have a couple super sexy warmup pics of my uber sweet and very in need of a haircut boyfriend, rowdy! that girl behind him is so me every time i see him 🤩

to follow that, the first penalty of the game tonight was awarded to said boyfriend! oh how i love a bad boy 🤭 he sat behind the stanchion and later admitted it was to hide from my camera, but jokes on him, i got a pic anyways!

next slide, we have captain swiss with his tongue out. I LOVE THAT SLUT!

up next, we have haulaback girl with the ONLY devils goal of the night! (i told you we suffered) so happy for my uncle haula (we are not related in any form)

and lastly, we have my wonderful marino (and the diamonds), making the facial expression that sums up how i was feeling the entire night!

we inevitably lost, 5-1, to the island dwellers. better luck thursday boys!

tagged jackhughes, nicohischier, ehaula and john.marino97

ehaula thank you niece! (we are not related in any form)

y/ndevils00 you’re so welcome! i appreciate you keeping us from getting shutout!

john.marino97 why that picture? seriously WHY?

y/ndevils00 why NOT?

john.marino97 when i get a penalty, i get sprayed with water or smacked with a newspaper, but when hughesy gets a penalty, you make out with him for about half of intermission?

y/ndevils00 i support jack’s rights. but more importantly, i support jack’s wrongs.

jackhughes it’s true, she loves when i do bad things

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes once again, not putting your dishes in the dishwasher is not “bad” and i do not love it. it’s annoying.

jackhughes you said you loved my hair

y/ndevils00 i lied.

jackhughes wow, this betrayal runs deep. idk how i’ll ever recover from this stab in the back

y/ndevils00 i think you’ll be fine later 👀

trevorzegras gross

nicohischier did you just call me a slut?

y/ndevils00 yes. i can change it though; slut, whore, whatever you’d prefer to be called.

nicohischier is my name an option?

y/ndevils00 no, sorry, there’s been a unanimous vote to eliminate that option

nicohischier what?! who voted?

y/ndevils00 me.

user3 i love that at least half the pics are usually always jack 😭

user57 she feeds us so well 😩🫶

dawson1417 i didn’t make the post?!

y/ndevils00 you didn’t do anything of note. do better.

jamie.drysdale i don’t go here, but i look forward to these posts

y/ndevils00 aww jameson! you’re so sweet 🤭 come visit me soon!

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras I GOT A Y/N NICKNAME BEFORE YOU! IN YOUR FACE Z!

jamie.drysdale and of course! i’ll try and make it out to jersey asap!

y/ndevils00 oh, trevor has a nickname!

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 i do?! you’ve never called me it! what is it?!

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras what are you talking about? i call you it all the time, satan’s favorite child!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes is it too late for me to take back my advice about telling her about your feelings? she’s mean

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras why can’t you two just get along?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras you love me, i bake you lemon cake in the summer! if jack were to break up with me, you’ll never have that again

trevorzegras @/jackhughes ya know what? on second thought, she can stay

[nataliawrites]

Hi 👋 love your writing so much❤️❤️

I am currently having an allergic reactions. Nothing super serious but having rashes on your face that itch like crazy still sucks😅

Could you maybe write something about Charles reacting to his partner having an allergic reaction?❤️

Breathless // Charles Leclerc

Tree nuts were the bane of your existence. It’s fair to say that after a seemingly innocent cookie sent you into anaphylactic shock as a toddler, you developed a certain hatred for the allergen that somehow always appeared in food that it had no business being in.

The allergy followed you into adulthood and so did the long-standing tradition of reading every single ingredient label while grocery shopping and asking to speak to the chef about your dietary restrictions while out to eat.

Thankfully, your boyfriend of two years was more than understanding. He was a professional athlete himself and was no stranger to being careful about what you put in your body. Charles even had a list of tried and true snacks around the paddock memorized and would bring you something to nibble on every race day while he went through his routine.

Today he pulled you away from a conversation with some young engineers to hand you a cappuccino and some biscotti from Ferrari hospitality, “the usual for mon amour.”

“Thank you, my darling.” You lean up to press a gentle kiss to his lips and pull away laughing as your stomach growls, “perfect timing.”

You take a bite of a biscotto, “this tastes different. Did they change the flavor?”

“They had it noted as the same lemon biscotti I always get you so I don’t think so.”

But as you continued to chew, you knew something was wrong. Your throat felt tight and tongue felt swollen. Blood rushed in your ears as the garage around you turned blurry.

Charles knew the signs, “love? What’s wrong?”

You tried to say something but your airway had quickly become too constricted to speak so you desperately gestured at your throat as you continued taking small, wheezing breaths.

He rushed to sit you in the closest chair he could find and begged whatever staff was nearby to keep an eye on you, “I have epinephrine in my driver’s room. I’ll be right back, I promise. Just stay calm. And someone please call the medic.”

He must have ran there and back because he returned not even two minutes later with the familiar auto-injector and knelt in front of you before lifting your dress and jabbing the needle into your thigh with practiced motions.

The effect was almost instant as you finally gulped in much needed air.

Charles took both of your hands in his and squeezed. It felt like a lifeline — for both you and him — as you were reminded just how rapid and dangerous allergic reactions could be.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve checked to make sure they didn’t change the recipe. It’s all my fault. If I wasn’t so complacent-”

You stopped him, your voice hoarse. “Don’t you dare blame yourself. These things happen especially when food isn’t prepackaged. What matters is that you had epinephrine and knew what to do. You saved me, Charles.”

“I’ve kept some in my driver’s room since you first started coming to races. Just in case. I wish I didn’t have to use it because of something I gave you,” he looked up at you, eyes earnest.

In that moment, you sent a little prayer of thanks to the universe at large for giving you this incredible man.

When the ambulance came shortly after, he insisted on going with you to get all the necessary checks done even if it meant he would possibly miss the race and you found yourself falling even more in love than you ever thought possible.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

hi!! could you do a tangerine fic where you have known each other a long time and you are working together on a mission and you bicker and fight the whole time and then when you get back to the hotel or house you’re laying next to him in bed (one bed ofc ofc) and you end up cuddling :) maybe it’s a regular unspoken thing when you’re on missions together, maybe not! i’ll let you decide :))

I love this request thank you!!

Is this a thing friends do?

No warnings, very fluffy 🙈

This is before the bullet train

You and the twins usually got partnered together, you guys fit perfectly. And you would admit, you had feelings for Tangerine. But you didn’t tell him, because you were scared he wouldn’t feel the same.

“Look, all I’m saying is that you don’t have to be an asshole about everything.” You shrugged your shoulder, as Tangerine rolled his eyes.

“Thank you! Someone had to say it.”

“Whatever. I just wanna leave this damn place.” Tangerine sighed, looking for a hotel.

“Well, we’re just gonna have to suck it up for one more night and we’re out of here. Everyone says that New York is fun, but all I’m seeing is rats and homeless people.” You stated, as you looked at your phone for directions to the hotel.

“What hotel did they give us this time?”

“They didn’t give us any. Budget cuts. But there’s one hotel we could stay at, I’ll pay, but it’s just Some small shitty one, all the others are taken up. Some convention opens tomorrow so everyone’s there.”

“Great. Just what I needed after a long hard week of work.” Tangerine groaned.

“Oh shut up. It’s only for one night, we’ll live.” Lemon said.

You snickered as you finally made it to the hotel. It was small, but it would work.

“Hello. May I h….” The older man started, but stopped as he saw the three bloodied and bruised individuals with snow on their heads.

“We need a room. Any room with at least two bedrooms is fine.” You stated quickly.

“Right.. Uh sorry, but we only have some one bedrooms. The convention is really popular.”

“Well, I suppose it’s fine… we don’t have anywhere else.”

“It’s fine with me.”

“Fine by me. I just wanna sleep.” Tangerine yawned.

“Here.” You said, sliding your card to the man, he still was confused but he didn’t wanna say anything. He opened a drawer and handed them a key.

“Thanks… you’re room 102. Anything else?” He asked nervously.

“Nope, that’s it. Thank you.” You said, as you all left.

“What the fuck was wrong with that guy?” Tangerine scoffed.

“What do you mean? I’d be scared if I randomly saw three people in suits walked in with blood and bruises and dragged in a bunch of snow.”

“I don’t like the way he was looking at you.” Tangerine narrowed his eyes.

“Im sensing a lovers quarrel.” Lemon sung, and laughing when tangerine hit him in the arm.

“Please, he looked like he was gonna shit his pants.” You said, unlocking and opening the door.

“Wow. You were not kidding when you said small.” Lemon snorted.

“Theres only one couch, and only one bed. Well what the fuck do we do now?!” You sighed.

“Well, the lady can take the bed, and I will sleep on the couch. I don’t know what tangerine wants to do.”

“Well, how big is the bed?” He asked. You felt excited at the idea of sharing a bed with him.

You went in the room to check. It was a queen.

“It’s a queen. So.. I mean I could share- if- if that’s fine with you.”

“Yeah, sure, I just wanna go to bed already.”

“Well, Goodnight guys. And if I hear any banging and I mean any-“

“Lemon!” You both groaned.

“Sorry.” He said and jumped onto the couch.

You and tangerine made your way to the room. It was awkward but you guys were friends, you’ve known each other since you were kids, so it shouldn’t be too awkward… right?

You got under the covers, and so did tangerine. You both just stared up at the ceiling. It was freezing, and it was snowing outside too.

“I’m freezing my bollocks off.”

You laughed quietly. It was uncomfortable to sleep in your work clothes, and the snow on your heads and clothes. had melted so it was just water now.

“I can’t go to sleep.” You muttered, turning to look at him.

“Me neither.”

You guys sat in silence for a little before making a decision to be brave.

“I have an idea.”

“Hm?” He looked at you again.

You moved closer to him, he looked confused but he wasn’t going to complain.

You looked at him.

“Is this.. okay?” You asked quietly.

He stared at you and blinked. ‘Fuck it.’ He thought, and went in to kiss you. You were shocked, but you kissed back. It was passionate and loving.

Your lips disconnected after a little bit, and you smiled.

“It’s more than okay.” He said, as he put and arm over you.

You wouldn’t be upset if this happened all the time, you thought.

“Hey, T?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Everything.”

[brynnterpretations]

hi :) looking for a ship for the boys ❄️

I’m unlabeled (male lean), im 22 but people always tell me i look young for my age, i’m african american with latina and european descent. medium brown skin with curls i put in a low bun and glasses. short and chubby with dimples. i dress super casual with the occasional layering and accessories. i’m into screenwriting (but i can never finish anything), film fanatic of course. i’m good with kids which is surprising because i lack patience. i’m scared of almost everything but i’ll swing if i really have to. i rarely get angry so when i do people are usually confused or startled. i used to dye my hair a lot as a teenager. i hate germs. my voice is so soft that people can never hear me, it takes a lot for me to scream. i can sing a little. okay, i’m always singing or humming but i suck at dancing. i cant do a lot for my age, can’t swim or drive or ride a bike. a big homebody and I’ll let everyone know that I don’t care if I’m judged for being in my house a lot. i like weird food combinations. i dislike being told what to do. i’m into lace/beige/white. i love love baking but i’m not the best with flavor, i’m better at decorating :) i laugh at grammar mistakes and babies being silly. that’s all!

I'm super sorry for being so late with this! Thank you so much for the request, you sound like such a sweetheart. ♡

I ship you with...

Marvin T. Milk (Mother's Milk) ♡

Boyfriend

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You and M.M. meet at a quiet, comfortable place, where your interests overlap. Maybe it's a place of worship if you're religious, a bookstore, or a coffee shop; whatever it is, it's one of the typical meet-cutes, where he drops something and you pick it up for him and, after some conversation, he asks you for your number.

First off: M.M. finds you incredibly cute, and is definitely attracted to you at first sight. He's a sucker for dimples and especially thicker, shorter body types, so appearance-wise, the guy is sold.

M.M. is someone who has to really get to know someone to be interested in them, though, so once he gets a glimpse into your personality — he's had a track-record of falling in love with gentle, quiet types — he’s set. He’s especially charmed by your soft voice, too — the guy is surrounded by yelling 99% of the day, so he finds it very soothing.

He would invite you to a lot of thoughtful, calm dates, especially once finding out you’re a homebody. M.M. is one too, and prefers quiet, lowkey dates far more. He would invite you over for dinner at his apartment first, surprising you with your favorite dish, and continue to keep inviting you to similar dates, like movie nights and small local coffee shops.

M.M. takes his time getting to know people, but he doesn’t stall it, either, so once he feels there’s really a connection between you two — probably after about the one month mark, just because of how well you two click — he would invite you out for dinner and ask you formally if you’d like to be his partner.

Like Hughie, the guy’s a very traditional romantic, and would put in tons of effort in your relationship, no matter how long you two have been in the relationship. He pays for you, brings you flowers, gives you massages when you’re stressed… M.M.’s the complete package, to be honest.

While M.M. is an exceptional cook, he’a awful at baking. Everything he cooks turns into a nearly lovecraftian-looking disaster. He doesn’t know why, but his mom wasn’t any good at it either, so he assumes it’s some genetic fault (and because the second any flour spills he rage-quits). However, he loves baking with you, and gives some pointers on flavor while you make them beautiful; you two once made amazing lavender-lemon cookies.

When M.M. brought them to the hideout, Butcher wolfed all but two of twelve down, and proceeded to blame Hughie.

You being good with kids is pivotal for M.M. — it’s a hard line for him that whoever he dates is good with kids, so he’s ecstatic that you like them. He would introduce you to Monique and Janine a month or so after things really got serious.

While yes, Monique is M.M.’s ex, she’s mature (they’re both adults here) and really, really likes you. She draws a line between friendship just because of the “awkwardness” aspect, but always has really good, sweet conversations with you when you stop by, and occasionally sends you home with premade dinners.

The Milk family is a cooking family, if you couldn’t tell.

Additionally, you and Janine would get along fantastically. She’s an incredibly creative kid — she’s been making very advanced, long-running comics for her age — and would love spending time with you, especially with your talent in screenwriting.

M.M. is very, very busy, but he makes an effort to be present in your life as much as he can. He has custom messages sent to you when his phone is on do-not-disturb so you know he’s just busy, calls you whenever he gets a break in work, and would probably want to move in together after a year/two years of the relationship, just so you can be together more.

That doesn’t mean he’s clingy, though; he respects your space. M.M., I’d say, is the one in the boys who values communication the most, so he simply wants to make sure you know where he’s at.

M.M. is definitely a reader instead of a writer (and a viewer instead of a painter, etc., etc. — he loves art, just doesn’t make it himself) so he is thrilled whenever you share any ideas with him, even if you don’t finish them. I don’t know how to phrase it without sounding corny, but he does feel a sense of privilege for being able to read your creations, and would encourage you to finish them and get them sent somewhere.d

Also, FYI, he brags about you to the boys a lot. However…

I’m going to be honest — M.M. would not really want you to be friends with The Boys. He’d be down introducing you to them, but while he knows you’re a strong person, he doesn’t want you to get involved in something that could harm you. Because of that, he’d bring you around every so often, but would try to separate “work” and “romance”.

That brings us to…

The Boys

Acquaintances

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Since your interactions with the boys would be limited, you wouldn’t form too close of relationships with them, but they would love you. Let’s be honest, you’re one of the purest people you can get in “The Boys” universe, and God knows you and M.M. deserve each other.

If you got close to anyone in the coup, I’d say it would most likely be Hughie. You share a lot of similar interests and you definitely balance out his neurotic energy, and as he’s a huge movie buff, he would love watching things with you and “comparing notes”.

Plus, the guy is not good at writing at all — his essays in high school send shudders down his teachers’ spines to this day — so he would be fascinated with your screenwriting.

Frenchie loves you — you’re a welcome distraction from the chaos in the office — and always makes an effort to talk to you whenever you stop by.

Kimiko absolutely adores you. She believes you two are kindred spirits due to your quietness, and when she meets you, you immediately pass her vibe detector.

By God, whenever M.M. brings you by, Kimiko frickin’ Olympic-runs to you and types out messages on her notes app.

Butcher really likes you, and, of course, shows that in his typical… Butcher… way (“oi, this the one who unwedged the stick from that cunt’s ass?”) . Still, the guy thinks you’re a sweetheart, and is super happy that you and M.M. ended up together. There’s been a very noticeable difference in M.M. since he met you and you two got together, and even with his macho act, Butcher’s able to see it.

And lastly, Annie: Annie loves you, dude. If M.M. hadn’t gotten to you first, I feel like you two would hit it off. She thinks you’re the sweetest person alive, and her heart melts a bit whenever she sees you.

However, she’s not the type of person to feel good about having feelings about anyone’s partner, so she’d definitely deny it to herself (and our girl would be in a constant state of denial) and really just focus on being your friend.

All in all… while you may not be around too much, you’ve got people who would be willing to kill for you. Point blank, no questions asked. Enjoy.

[bokutosbiceps]

HIII!! I hope your having a great day…! I saw you take matchups but I’m not sure if your requests ar woken or not but I think they are—? Forgive me if I’m wrong anyways but I’ll take a romantic matchup for Soul Eater, Bungo Stray Dogs and Fairy Tail please ^^

So small introduction..! My name is Joey, I use he/him pronouns, im transgender aromatic unlabeled and bisexual, i have autism and adhd(diagnosed), and im a cool person 😎/hj My personality: I am a ENTP and I’m extroverted but I am awkward at first when I meet someone new so it may take me some time to adjust to the new person before I emote freely, my enneagram is a 6(not sure if that’s important BUT ANYWAYS—!), i usually love to ramble about my Interests a lot or just how my day went, I also like texting a lot usually as well so I make jokes like “UwU”, “hai”, or “I’m homophobic” (Bro don’t take the homophobic part seriously 😭), and lastly I also like to make sexual jokes a lot lololol only if I’m REALLY close with someone

Appearance: I’m 5’6, I’m white skinned, I have brown (now more boyish) hair, brownish/hazel eyes, and I shave a rectangular body shape (I also gained some muscles so nkw I can squeeze ppl plus I’m more stronger xD), i also wear a shit load of styles—! Like goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, and nu goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, kogal and tsuyome), scenemo/emo and vkei ouji and lolita but!! i wear that stuff when I’m doing social media stuff, at home, school, malls, etc, but usually I also wear streetwear stuff like baggy pants and usually anime shirts or a regular shirt

Interests/hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, cosplaying, art(drawing, painting, pottery, digital art and more), cooking, fashion, making clothes of my own, making/listening to music(I’m a vocaloid producer hahahah—), science/history, shopping, writing, learning new languages likes Japanese and Spanish and more so on

Likes: cats, hajime hinata (danganronpa), a silent voice, albedo (genshin impact), lemon demon, felix kranken (twf), bread, musicals, sharks, christmas music/christmas in general, scp 3008 (roblox game), get a snack at 4am (roblox game), hotels, and my friends!

Dislikes: negative mentions of my voice, comparing me to people like “you remind me of ___”,hate talk about my interests or myself, drama between friends/family, loud noises(yelling, vacuuming, etc), and spiders

Thanks!

a/n: i'm so sorry if these suck. this is the first time i've written anything in like almost a year so i hope you enjoy them LOL

bungou stray dogs

I match you up with Edogawa Ranpo! You guys are two sides of the same coin which makes your relationship all the more fun and interesting! You guys would have tons of fun together either learning about new things and Ranpo loves to listen to whatever new music you make or inspect any new art you may create! Ranpo especially loves your fashion sense and is often envious of how you can figure out how to put a whole costume together. He would especially love your sexual jokes because he also loves to make lewd remarks with a smirk just to see someone flush in embarrassment. Honestly, chaotic power couple right here, the vibes are immaculate.

fairy tail

I match you up with Mirajane Strauss! Mirajane is super nurturing and extremely supportive of whatever you want to do, she’s your biggest fan! She also knows a thing or two about putting together different outfits (she’s got all these demon equip outfits that are awesome and I just love them so much) so you guys bond over your fashion sense and your interest in cosplaying. Lewd comments/jokes will make her blush ear to ear at first but after you guys get more comfortable with each other, she’ll be quick to fire some back and start a battle of who can make the dirtiest joke around ;) She also hates drama between her friends and family so that will never be an issue in your relationship, since she’ll do everything in her power to avoid any sort of drama between the two of you.

soul eater

I match you up with Crona Gorgon! You both are just the most precious little beans and need to be protected at all costs. Crona is interested in everything you do and admires your many talents; they think you are the coolest person ever. They look up to you in every way and often ask you to teach them how to do things. Right now, Crona is the most interested in the music that you make. Music makes them feel happy and warm, no matter what kind of music it is, and they think that it’s just the coolest that you can actually create a whole voice! Please be patient with Crona though, they will most likely take quite a while to warm up to you, but once they’re comfortable with you, they’re never leaving your side!

[dcjavu]

BEGINNING OF THE END

October 22nd, 2077

Fine china wiped spotless, a vacuum sucking at the dust clinging to the drapes, mops squelching against the floors, the hum of the radio on the kitchen table as a chicken roasts in the oven, whispered lullabies and hushed babies, an old army jacket thrown over a chair with initials sewn into the shoulder, pairs of newly polished shoes by the door and a jacket being hung up as a man entered through the front door. Kicking aside his work boots, adding to the pile of dirties that his wife need clean before the day’s end, he lifted his hat off his head and tossed it aside so that he could collapse onto the couch and sling an arm over his eyes to cover himself from the dying light pouring in through the windows. The smell of bleach and lemon-lime permeating the air. Sun bleached rooms that lit up in primary colors painted onto every appliance. 

This was the American Dream — at least, that’s what Riley Worthington was fed her entire life. 

She could hear her husband enter and she kissed her teeth, wiping clean the knife she was planning on using to carve the chicken that’d been baking in the oven for hours. Dirtying her skirt by placing the blade up against the hem and erasing any blemishes on the surface, she wandered out of the kitchen and stared him down as he was sprawled out on the couch.

“Ry,” Riley spoke up, gently at first as he started snoring theatrically upon hearing her voice. She didn’t blink. “Ry, wake up.”

“If it ain’t about dinner bein’ ready, I don’t wanna hear it,” Her husband returned and moved over onto his side, burying his face in the cushions.

She bit her lip. No talking back, ever, she could hear her mother’s voice say. You made your bed. Now die in it. Or was it lie? She couldn’t quite recall. Reaching out, she tugged on her husbands ankle so he’d wake more, which only summoned a groan from him. She kept tugging, growing impatient with each yank. God, her son was easier to coax out of bed in the morning than this grown man.

As Riley tugged harder, her husband reached out and grasped onto her wrist tightly. “What the fuck is it, Riley?!” he then snapped — silenced quickly whenever she held the kitchen knife directly at him. “... Riles,”

“Don’t start, Ryker,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Tell me why I shouldn’t gut you right now for what you’re plannin’ to do.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Riles?” Ryker asked, sounding more exasperated than usual as he glanced between his wife and his reflection in the surface of the knife. “Listen, calm yourself down first, then we can talk about whatever you’re all riled up about. That sound good? I’ll even get you a cold Nuka Cola, take the edge off.”

Riley didn’t falter, only cocking her head to the side as she smiled in pure disbelief. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that, Ryker Worthington?”

“Riley,” Ryker said cautiously. She could see his hand raising slowly, presumably to steal the knife from her, which only prompted her to jut the point closer to his neck, making him flinch. Figures. Always a coward. “H-Hey now. Cool it with that, it ain’t no butter knife.”

“I fuckin’ know it’s not a butter knife, dipshit,” she spat. “That’s the whole goddamned point. Now, start talkin’ or I’m gonna gut you like a fish.”

Ryker eyed his wife with caution, slowly lowering himself back onto the cushions. “I don’t really like fish much, you know,” he said to try and ease the tension. Needless to say, it didn’t work, as Riley only snorted in return.

“I’ve been married to you for five years, trust me, I know you aren’t very familiar with any kind of fish,” she quipped.

“Oh, you’re funny,” Ryker said, chuckling slightly out of nerves. “What’s gotten into ya, huh, Riles? … Is it your daddy? Did he call you again? Offer to fly you back out to Shitstain, Missouri and live with him and your mama and sister? You know he’s full of it. He can hardly provide for her, how could he—”

“Speak another word on my daddy and I won’t hesitate.” Riley deadpanned in return. That silenced Ryker — for a time, which just kept irritating the young woman as her wide eyes tracked every twitch of his limbs. “I’m talkin’ about your work. Vault-Tec.”

Ryker’s eyes darkened and narrowed at his wife, who kept her chin held high as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Right, then,” he said. “We’re havin’ this conversation again. Tell me, Riley, do you remember the definition of insanity?”

“It’s what the fuck you’ve been up to the past three years,” she snapped.

“Not quite,” Ryker said, sounding eerily calm. “That’d be the exact opposite, really. Why don’t you stop beatin’ around the bush and give it to me straight? What do you know that’s got you like this?”

Swallowing thickly, Riley could feel her nerves clench, forcing her hand to develop a tremor. Goddammit. She squeezed the handle tighter and kept it held as straight as she could. “I know what you plan on doin’,” she said. “I heard you. In that meeting.”

“Oh, so we’re committin’ espionage now?” he snorted. She couldn’t deny how unsettled he was by his blase act, but she held a brave face as she stared him down coldly without answering. “... Alright. So, we’re doin’ this. You know the truth, now you wanna hear it from the horse’s mouth. I always did peg you as a bit of a masochist, y’know.”

“I married you, after all,” she shot back.

Ryker grinned crookedly at her. “That you did, Mrs. Worthington.”

“Say it to me,” Riley said through gritted teeth as she angled the knife closer to his neck, and she was satisfied to see him flinch for the first time since she’d met him. 

“Before I do, I want you to think about Rue,” he said. 

“Don’t bring him into this,” she denied. “You don’t get to even speak his name after what you’ve done. What you’re gonna do.”

Ryker scoffed at his wife, who maintained her composure in spite of his expectations. “He deserves to have his family whole when it’s all said and done,” he told her, but when she didn’t falter, he let out a tired sigh and eyed her before letting his shoulders slack. “... War never changes, Riles. You know that better than any of us. And the world we’re livin’ in now does nothing but perpetuate it. Look at the past three-hundred years of this country — has there been a century of it without war?”

“So the best solution is to, what?” Riley began, feeling her voice thin out with every word she spoke. “Burn it all to the ground?”

“This world’s corrupt and dangerous,” Ryker told her flatly. “It’s for the best that we give humanity a second chance and start over. And yes, that means most people will have to die. But not us. You, me, Rue, we live on. We get to build a better future for him, Riles. Together. Ain’t that what you always wanted? Is that not what you went to war for in the first place? In the vain hope it’d make a better life for us all?”

Riley clenched her jaw, feeling frustration course through her veins as she clutched onto the knife even tighter. “Don’t talk to me about war,” she said. “You don’t know the first goddamned thing about it.”

“Don’t pull that shit with me,” Ryker then snapped. “You know what I did every fuckin’ day when you were gone? I waited for a letter, or a phone call, anything, just to know you were still breathin’ and that you were comin’ back to us. I slept alone. I took care of Rue, I told him you were gonna come home when I didn’t have the slightest fuckin’ idea if you were even still alive out there. So don’t stand there and jab a knife at me and stand on some fuckin’ high horse like you’re the only one who knows what war is like. I know, Riley. I fuckin’ know.”

She gasped whenever he reached out, grasping onto her wrist and keeping a firm grip. Struggling at first, it wasn’t long until the knife went sliding across the vinyl floors and they were stood, face to face with one another, and neither of them quite knew what the other had in mind next. Instead of scrambling for it, he reached out to take a hold of her neck and bring her in closer.

“We’ve got a place ready for us,” Ryker said lowly, and despite knowing she was technically stronger, Riley could never find it within her to do anything except for squeeze his arm so he’d loosen his grasp. “And we’re leavin’ when it’s time. Is that understood?”

When he let her go, she gasped for breath, collapsing onto the floor and spitting where it’d just started to shine underneath the light of the sun. He stepped around her and grabbed the knife, working his way toward the kitchen. 

“Your chicken’s burnin',” he called out. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. Always do.”

That night, Riley couldn’t catch a wink of sleep, meanwhile Ryker was in a peaceful slumber beside her. She kept staring out the balcony windows, at the city lights of Los Angeles ahead of her. Carefully, she peeled the sheets away from her and padded toward the door in her slip dress, eyeing her husband from over her shoulder as she stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

Reaching into a potted plant and unearthing a silver cigarette case — she promised she’d quit a year ago — she popped it open before picking out a cigarette and placing it between her teeth. After some more digging through the wet soil, she fished out the lighter and held it up to the end of the cigarette and flicked it on. She watched the flame as it danced in the wind, sucking in a long breath whenever it caught on the paper. The bud glowing, she held it delicately between her index and middle fingers as she leaned over the balcony on her elbows, observing the cityscape. 

How long until it’d be reduced to ash and bone? 

She closed her eyes slowly and thought back to simpler times. Her childhood, out in the suburbs of Missouri. Really, she’d always lived a cushioned life up until she was drafted, and she was considered a lucky girl that that’d been the only run of bad fortune she’d encountered in her life. But she was still young, only 23 years old as of June that year. 

She could remember her father chasing her around the backyard and, from the porch, her older sister sketching them as they ran in circles and played kickball and catch. She was the closest thing to a son he’d ever get — that’s why she was named Riley, because her mother was certain she’d be a boy up until the doctor presented her with a fully female newborn, much to everyone’s surprise. And disappointment, of course, though every time her father told the story, he kept expressing to her how overjoyed he was that she was a girl.

“You were the prettiest thing in the universe, Riley,” he said, grinning cheesily at her. “Right up there next to your mama and sister.”

A fond smile laced Riley’s lips as she reminisced before it began to fade. Was there any saving him? Or her mother or sister? They were all innocent, and if Ryker and Vault-Tec were set on repopulating the world with the right kind of people, well… Her father and sister would at least make the cut. 

She remained on the balcony until she could see the sun break over the horizon, having chainsmoked the last of her cigarettes throughout the night. By the time Ryker woke up for work, she was back in bed, having doused herself in perfume so that he wouldn’t smell the chemicals on her. She was awake the entire time he readied himself, listening to the rustle of his belt and his grunts and groans — he was getting old. Was he even qualified to be in the program he so eagerly pitched ideas in favor of?

Once she felt his lips press against her cheek in goodbye and heard the front door shut, Riley sat up out of bed and rubbed her face before she hurried over to the closet. She hauled a suitcase onto the mattress and flipped it open, yanking out all her dresser drawers and piling as many clothes as she could into the empty space.

Whenever the suitcase was packed nearly to the brim she fled her bedroom. Hurrying down the hall, she rounded the corner into her son’s room and crouched beside his bed, nudging him carefully so that he’d stir awake.

“Ruru,” she whispered softly, reaching out to caress his cheek. “Wake up.”

Whining, Rue rubbed his eyes and blinked at his mother, still drowsy. “School?” he assumed.

“No, cowboy,” she chuckled a little as she scooped her arms underneath him to help prop him up, hoping it’d wake him more. “We’re goin’ on a road trip, you and me. Out to grandma and grandpa’s. Don’tcha wanna see ‘em again? And Aunt Nonnie?”

“Why?” the young boy asked. Always inquisitive, that one. He certainly inherited that from his mother. “... ‘Cause of the bombs?”

Riley frowned at him, freezing where she’d gone to take some clothes out of his dresser. “How’d you know about all that?”

“Heard you and daddy talkin’,” he said honestly. “I’m sorry, mama. Is that why we gotta go?”

“... C’mere, Ruru,” Riley let out a sigh as she lowered herself onto her knees and held her arms out for Rue, who stumbled forward so that she could cradle him. For a moment, it was almost like he was an infant again with the whole world at his fingertips. Now, it was falling apart and he didn’t even have the bliss of ignorance to protect him from it. “You wanna know somethin’ I learned about those bombs in the Marines?”

Rue looked up at her with curious brown eyes, and she smiled down at him before holding her thumb up and shutting one eye. “If the cloud is smaller than your thumb, then you start runnin’,” she told him.

“What if it’s bigger?” he then asked.

Her expression softened and she lowered her hand. “Well. They said there’d be no use in runnin’ then.”

“Is it gonna happen?” he kept wondering.

Riley’s lips pressed together, then she leaned in to press a kiss against his temple. “I certainly hope not.”

Thirty minutes later, Riley had all of their necessities packed and she’d written a brief note to Ryker that she stuck on the leftovers in the fridge: GONE CAMPING. SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE. — R.

As she loaded their things in the older car of hers that’d been rotting away in their garage since she came back home, Rue was sat in the front seat, kicking his feet around and listening to the radio while he waited for his mother to finish sorting everything. While she murmured a list to herself over and over, assuring herself that she wouldn’t forget anything else they’d nee to acquire during the drive, he glanced up at the horizon and tilted his head at the mountains in the distance.

Slowly, he held his thumb up in front of his squinted gaze, and though it tremored he managed to keep it straight after a bit of practice.

“Mama?” he called out.

“One second, Ruru,” she said in return as she struggled slamming shut the trunk.

“Is it your thumb or mine?” he asked.

Looking up at him, Riley’s attention was thwarted to the horizon, where a mushroom cloud had developed and a darkness had engulfed the skyline. She could feel her heart jump into her throat and expand there, a loud beating that couldn’t be swallowed. From the car’s radio, only one thing could be picked up before the radio tower was knocked out:

“—followed by flashes, blinding flashes. Sounds of explosions. We’re trying to get confirmation … seemed to have lost contact with Anchorage stations. We do have — we do have coming in confirmed reports, that’s confirmed reports of nuclear detonations in Alaska and Washington State. Dear God—"

Riley's eyes widened in horror and she slammed the trunk shut with all her might as she went around the car to jump into the driver's seat. Buckling Rue in first, she jammed the keys into the ignition and started peeling out the driveway; driving into the darkness, or else the light.

[sorrycory]

I lied. Not that it matters. The only person I’m lying to is myself, kinda.

It’s my public diary. I can write what I want. No one who I see day to day will see this. Hell, the only person who’s seen this is A, and he doesn’t even have Tumblr.

The pomegranate poetry trend has kinda been dying down- pomegranates are my favorite fruit, so I was really happy to see I could share my love of them with people. Favorite part was the initial crunch before the juice rushed into your mouth- they felt like I was eating jewels. Which is honestly kind of a cool thought, if you think about it. Eventually the flavor starts to get weird on my tongue, though-

Did you know that Shirley Temples don’t actually have a cherry flavoring to them? I think that might be common knowledge, but I like sharing, so I’ll say my thoughts anyways. No one’s reading this, anyways- it doesn’t matter.

Grenadine, the only flavoring in a Shirley Temple besides Sprite, is usually only made out of pomegranate juice, sugar, and lemon juice. My mom used to work at this little club area near our house- the guy who worked down near the bar was kinda cute, though that’s more so just a thought than a crush. Used to get a bunch of Shirley Temples down there- my mom once had me fork over some money to tip him for putting up with me, so I gave her like- $10. I’m aware I’m a handful. I don’t think anyone should have to be put through that- I ramble too much. I overshare. I need to keep my lips sealed for once in my life.

I kind of got side tracked from the thought I was trying to share. Pomegranate poetry never really struck a cord with me, unfortunately- it felt a little forced. A lot of the poetry I find on things like tiktok feels forced. Pinterest, on the other hand-

“The literal meaning of life is whatever you’re doing that prevents you from killing yourself” - Albert Camus.

It’s so simple. I feel like we’re always looking for that answer, and it’s just there. The problem is- I don’t really know what my answer to that statement is. It’s not like I want to, but what reason do I really have? My hobbies have been starting to bore me. Creation is taxing on me mentally. I guess I could learn more and help people, but I’m not really living for myself. I feel like I’ve done everything. I’ve been meaning to start a bucket list at some point. I want to go to 7/11 for the first time. Preferably at night, maybe by myself. Which sucks, because I don’t have a driver’s license.

I don’t even know what I’d do there. I don’t know what’s so magical about a 7/11 to me. It would be nice to just sit outside with the fluorescent lights shining down, just drinking a slushee while watching some train go by in the distance. Maybe I’ll befriend some fireflies. If there’s any left at that point. What flavors are the slushees at 7/11? Blue raspberry and cherry? I don’t even really like those flavors. I think there’s a coke slushee, maybe.

It’d be cool to just live in a van and travel. I guess I’d have to find some kind of work. That’s the big pin hole in all my plans, I think- along with the fact I’m too much of a nervous wreck to drive. My friends got me to try out a driving sim, and I just wrecked into everything. I don’t really think I’m cut out to be an adult.

I don’t really remember much of my childhood besides the bad parts.

Maybe I’ll save that for another time.

[t00th-r4t]

When I was younger, my dad always “you’re allowed to drink coffee, but only if you can drink it black.” I think it was his way of trying to keep me from the unhealthy habits he picked up, but in my mind it was a challenge. Of course, being a child, I didn’t like black coffee, so I suffered through each mug with a pained grimace on my face after each sip. And of course, what I really ended up learning is that coffee sucks, and it should be watered down and flavored until the taste is no longer coffee.

Recently though, I started working at [insert unnamed coffee megacorp] and I’ve been doing coffee tastings. Black coffee, usually paired with a food item that compliments the more subtle flavors of each blend. And what I’ve found, is that the more I interact with these unsweetened and unaltered drinks, the less I enjoy the ultra sweetened, depth-lacking drinks I’m used to. I’ve really started to appreciate the drinks as they are.

I talk to my father as little as I can these days, we’ve grown apart significantly since then and being in contact with him causes me stress that I can’t handle with the rest of the normal stresses of my life. And I think this demonstrates a significant part of the reason for that. The coffee that my dad drank was always some burnt to a crisp store brand that had no room for depth of flavor. It was bitter and burnt-tasting, and that’s how he liked it. In a way, we were very similar for a long time.

He does things the way he thinks he’s supposed to. He is the perfect representation of the “you’ll get more conservative as you get older” stereotype. He has never allowed himself time for depth in his life. He has friends, but only insofar as they share some surface interests like drinking or some sport. He works more than he should, and he drinks the worst coffee I have ever had.

We don’t talk anymore because he does not know how to understand the choices I’ve made for myself. He doesn’t know why someone would change themselves so drastically, because he has never had the courage to. He has sacrificed so much in his life to become a part of the whole of society, so why can’t I? His eldest son, his pride and joy, his little prodigy. He wonders how I came so be so different.

He learned to enjoy bitterness because he thought I was correct. That it was natural. That it was the only way to be. But he taught me that I could be whatever I want. And now that I refuse to just be bitter, he rejects it. He still can’t taste the notes of lemon in his coffee. And so he pairs it with meat, and does not question why it always tastes bad.

[lemondropdancer]

Grounding Techniques

Mental Distraction Techniques

Pick a category of objects and try to think of as many objects as possible that fit within that category (e.g., types of dogs, cities, types of trees, crayon colors, sports)

Pick a letter and think of emotionally positive or neutral words that begin with that letter

Pick a color and look for things of that color. Notice differences in their exact shades

Say or think the alphabet backwards or alternate letters and numbers (A1, B2, C3, D4, etc)

Count backwards from 100 by 3s, 6s, or 7s or count up by prime numbers or perfect squares

Play "fizz-buzz" with yourself. Begin counting to 100 (or over!), but replace any number that contains the number 5 or is a multiple of 5 with the word "fizz" and any number that contains the number 7 or is a multiple of 7 with the word "buzz." For example, 1-15 would be "1, 2, 3, 4, fizz, 6, buzz, 8, 9, fizz, 11, 12, 13, buzz, fizz." When you mess up, compliment yourself and start over

Think of the words to your favorite song or poem or think of facts related to a specific theme

Pick a word or your name and see how many other words you can make from the letters in it

Describe an every day event or process in great detail, listing all of the steps in order and as thoroughly as possible (e.g., how to cook a meal, how to get from your house to your place of work or school, how to do your favorite dance)

Read something technical or meant for children or read words backwards to focus on the process of reading and not the words

Watch a children's television show or movie or watch cute or funny videos on Youtube; it might help to have a playlist already prepared for this

Look at a current news article that is not likely to be upsetting or distressing

Distract yourself with Tetris, Solitaire, Sudoku, word searches, or other puzzle games

Reorientation Techniques

Say or think to yourself: "My name is _________. I am safe right now. I am _____ years old. I am currently at _____________. The date is _____________. If I need help, I am with ________/can call _________. Everything is going to be alright."

List reaffirming statements ("I am fine. Everything is going to be okay. I am strong. I can handle this.")

Ask yourself where you are, what day of the week it is, what day of the month it is, what month it is, what year it is, what season it is, how old you are, and other present-focused questions

Notice things in your surroundings that indicate to you that you're safe or that you're in the present (e.g., locks on your door, electronics that didn't exist when you were younger, the presence of trusted people, a phone so that you can call for help if you need it)

Describe your surroundings in detail, including sights (objects, textures, shapes, colors), sounds, smells, and temperature

Name five things that you see, four that you feel, three that you hear, and two that you smell or taste, and then name one good thing that you like about yourself

Pick four or five brightly colored objects that are easily visible and move your focus between them. Be sure to vary the order of your gaze and concentrate briefly on each one before moving to the next

Think about a fun time that you recently had with a friend or call that friend and ask them to talk about it with you

Sensory-Based Grounding Techniques

Run cool or warm (but not too cold or hot) water over your hands or take a cool or warm bath or shower

Spritz your face (with eyes closed), neck, arms, and hands with a fine water mist

Spray yourself with your favorite perfume and focus on the scent

Feel the weight of your body in your chair or on the floor and the weight of your clothing on your skin

Touch and hold objects around you. Compare the feel, weight, temperature, textures, colors, and materials

Keep a small object with you to touch or play with when you get triggered. Good examples include a smooth stone, a fidget toy, jewelry, or a tiny plushy

Bite into a lemon, orange, or lime, suck on a sour or minty candy or an ice cube, chew cinnamon-flavored gum, or put a few drops of Tabasco sauce on your tongue. Notice the flavor, scent, and texture

Eat something or drink warm tea, coffee, or hot chocolate, and describe to yourself the taste and texture in great detail

Place a cool wash cloth on your face or hold something cold like a can of soda

Listen to soothing or familiar music. If possible, dance to it

Hum, sing, recite poetry, or make up a silly poem or story as you go

Pick up a book and read the first paragraph out loud

Hug another person (if interpersonal touch isn't a trigger). Pay attention to your own pressure and the physical sensations of doing so

Hug a tree! Register the smells of being outside, the wind, and the sights around you

Movement-Based Grounding Techniques

Breathe deeply and slowly and count your breaths

Grab tightly onto your chair or press your feet against the ground as firmly as you can

Rub your palms and clap your hands or wiggle your toes within your socks. Pay attention to the physical sensation of doing so

Stretch out your arms or legs, roll your head on your neck, or clench and unclench your fists

Stomp your feet, walk around, run, jump, ride a bike, do jumping jacks, or do yoga

While walking, notice each footstep and say to yourself "right" and "left" to correspond with the foot currently moving

Squeeze a pillow, stuffed animal, or ball

If you have a soft pet (dog or cat), brush its fur and stroke it. If you don't, brush your own hair slowly and without pulling too much

Color in an adult coloring book, finger paint, or draw anything that comes to mind without worrying about quality

Write whatever comes to mind even if it's nonsense. Try not to write about whatever is upsetting you until you're more capable of doing so without increasing the upset

Write a list of things that make you happy or look for cheerful pictures to make into a collage

Pop bubble wrap or blow and pop actual bubbles

Dig in the dirt or garden, jump on a pile of leaves, or splash around in puddles or mud

Rip up paper or stomp on aluminum cans to crush them

Imagery Techniques

Picture yourself breathing in relaxation, calm, positive feelings, or strength. Picture yourself breathing out whatever is upsetting you. It may help to pair this with imagery of breathing in soothing colors (usually blue, purple, or green) and out more intense colors (usually red or black)

If you need to relax, envision a soothing white or golden light slowly moving up your body, warming and relaxing every part of you that it touches. You can also think of it as protecting you from negativity or from harm

If the problem is intense or uncomfortable emotions, physical sensations, or memories, picture them being surrounded and neutralized by a bright and healing light, temporarily placed in a mental box to be stored for later, or dialed back by an internal controller of intensity

If you have a clear mental picture of what's upsetting you, mentally change it to something silly or harmless. If you're a fan of Harry Potter, cast a mental "riddikulus" to banish the negativity

Picture yourself calm, focused, and able to tackle whatever problems you're facing. Focus on how that would feel in the moment. What would your expression and posture be like? Make whatever changes you need to in order to make your reality reflect your goal

How to Make a Grounding Box

Get a box or basket

Personalize and decorate it with construction paper, wrapping paper, ribbon, stickers, drawings, paint, photographs, glitter, sequins, or anything else that you like

Keep within it:

A list of grounding techniques that you know work for you

A list of positive affirmations and happy memories

A list of the contact information of trusted friends or family who are willing to help and support you

Small sensory objects such as: scented candles, perfumes, or lotions; hard candies or gum; soft fabrics, a stress ball, a stuffed animal, or a fidget toy; happy pictures of you with friends; a CD with relaxing music or meditation tracks. Try to cover all of the senses

A list of possible distractions such as books to read or movies to watch

Small portable distractions such as a pack of playing cards, a small game, or a joke book

A list of comforting things to do such as taking a bubble bath, snuggling up in bed, or meditating

A small journal or notebook

In the Case of a Flashback

Tell yourself that you are having a flashback and are safe now

Remind yourself that the worst is over, and you survived it. What you're feeling now is just a reminder of that trauma and does not fit the present moment

Remind yourself of when and where you are, who you're currently with, and who you can contact if you need help (use the reorientation-focused grounding techniques)

Breathe deeply and slowly. Count your breathes and make sure that you're getting enough air

Use other mental, sensory, movement, and imagery techniques in order to distract yourself, calm yourself, and reorient yourself within the present

If possible or necessary, go somewhere where you can be alone or with a close friend, where you will feel safe, or where you feel protected or shielded

If there is anyone who you can trust or who will support you, reach out to them, let them know what happened, and let them know what you need, what would be best for you, or what they could do to help

Be gentle with yourself and take the time to really recover. If what helps you to recover is to color, take a bubble bath, hug a stuffed animal, or watch a children's movie and if it would not be disruptive to do such things at that point in time, embrace those options whole-heartedly

If possible, note or write down what triggered the flashback, what techniques you tried to use to disrupt the flashback, and what techniques helped

[carlisles-girl]

reputation (John Bender x FemReader)

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a/n: I made a lemon meringue pie on Sunday, but like in the forms of little tarts and they’re so good omfg. kinda corny at the end and ass cuz I kinda gave up, but hope you enjoy lol <3 lmk if y’all want more parts to this cuz I’m kinda down to do so

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Rumours spread over the minds of high school students like mist from an ocean on a windy day. Almost every single day there was a new rumour about somebody, majority of the time it was about the popular students talking about the other popular students, and other times it was the popular students talking about the not-so-popular students.

Whatever they said goes, because in the high school world, they were the award-winning celebrities you see on television that, most times, often get their words manipulated by the press. The press in this setting was the other students that progressed the flow of the words spoken about others.

The only way that you really associated yourself with other people than your friends was with others in your class if you needed to borrow a pencil, a teacher for asking questions, and then another - John Bender, your source of weed supply, and surprisingly a friend that leant a shoulder to lean on when you needed it, only if you allowed him to ramble to you afterwards.

Of course you did, and over time beginning at your sophomore year, you and John were on a first-name basis as well as the regular subject of gossip at the mouths of your peers.

At first it started off with the usual whenever someone was seen with John, the usual of: “Oh my god, he’s selling weed again!”

Then it slowly progressed into more romantically infused suggestions such as: “They’re totally dating! Don’t you see his arm around her waist?”

John, of course, was slightly prideful about the attention and took it as almost like a competition to get as many people talking about the two of you as possible. Often times, after school the two of you would sit on the bleachers by the football field and just talk about anything and everything.

This was one of those days, and by the time it was nearing 8pm, with the sun’s golden hue illuminating the both of your faces, and making the smoke from John’s cigarette mimic the look of perfectly painted clouds in a renaissance painting, he brought up the topic.

“Have you heard about what they’re saying?” He asked, flicking the ashes of his cigarette on the makeshift smoke tray made out of the bottom of a broken beer bottle that sat in the middle of you two.

“About us?” You asked back, looking at him, but his gaze was fixated on the slightly burning ash in the tray. Then just a few seconds after your question, he gave a small, quick nod before bringing the cigarette back up to his lips.

“Not since last weeks topic of conversation. Why, what are they saying now?” You were genuinely curious, and slightly worried since John’s body language signified that it must’ve been one of the worser ones he’s heard.

“You sure you wanna hear? It’s pretty shitty.” John said, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth, then crushing the end of the cigarette in the tray.

“Well, it involves me so yeah, I’d like to hear it.”

John got up from where he was sitting before outstretching his hand towards you, which you took and the both of you stepped down the bleachers and made your way to the grass of the field.

“They’re saying that I got you pregnant.”

You sucked your teeth for a second before shrugging it off, “It’s not the worst thing in the world, it doesn’t bother me that much.”

John looked at you like you had just stabbed someone, eyes wide with his eyebrows furrowed before stopping any movement from him. “What?”

You paused your movements along with him, your hands still holding onto each other. “What?”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all. There could be way more shitty things people could say.”

“Yes, but they’re saying that I got you pregnant. If someone, like, your parents, for example, found out about this rumour do you think they would take it very lightly? That someone like me did this to you?”

You looked away for a second, slowly bringing your face back to face him. “But it’s not true.”

“But if it was.”

“But it isn’t, and if it was, I wouldn’t mind.”

John’s face relaxed and he had a small smirk on his face. “You wouldn’t?”

“Right.”

At this point, the two of you began walking again, towards the front of the school, and John still had his little smirk on his face. You looked at him and noticed before smiling back at him.

“What are ya smiling about?” He asked, looking at you after he saw your smile from the corner of his right eye.

“Could ask you the same thing.”

“I asked first.” He then stopped holding your hand, bringing that same hand of his over your shoulders, bringing you in close in a slight side hug.

“Just because you’re smiling.” You said, bringing your right hand up to your right shoulder to place it over his hand. Your left arm being placed around his waist.

“Don’t get all sappy and stuff on me, now.”

[vigsilantes]

nowhere to hide (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x GN Reader Summary: You’re unable to fight due to a broken wrist from a previous mission so while patrolling Evergreen with Adrian one night, you get to sit back and watch as Vigilante takes control. Word Count: 2k A/N: someone asked if i could show more of vigilante in action so this is one of my ideas, but i have a lot more! hope you enjoy! Tags: Established Relationship, Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Post-Canon, Idiots in Love, Comfort, Fights, Injury, Light Angst Warnings: canon-typical violence, blood, knives, injury, killing

~masterlist~ | >>>(read on ao3)<<<

Most of the time, missions go as they should and it’s usually easy peasy lemon squeezy. But that was most of the time. The last mission you and the team went on had turned a bit south and you guys got a tad fucked up. All of the 11th Street Kids needed a few rest days after this one, as the superhuman assholes beat the shit out of everyone before you managed to kill them. Adrian escaped with some gnarly cuts and bruises, and you unluckily made it out with a broken wrist, which sucked. Emilia gave the team the rest of the week off for some much-needed rest and rejuvenation. Getting home that night felt like heaven on earth, and you both slept like rocks. It was blissful staying in for a whole entire day, spending the day in bed doing nothing but relaxing and watching movies with Adrian, but you both got bored quickly, and you figured you were in good enough shape to go out patrolling. The next night, you both threw on your suits, you had to leave one glove off because of your cast, and went out for the night. The streets were quiet, the moon was bright, and the air was crisp – it was perfect weather to patrol in.

“Hey babe, if a fight breaks out, or when, because we both know we’ll find someone doing something sketchy, but when it happens, stay back and let me handle it, I don’t want you hurting your wrist, okay?” Adrian nicely demanded, he's so protective of you, you love it. You didn’t really feel up to fighting with your wrist out of commission, so you shook your head in agreement, completely fine with that decision.

“Alrighty! I’ll let you have all the fun tonight, V,” you replied, winking through your visor, he nodded. Usually while on patrol, you two just walk around Evergreen and try to find people doing illegal things, and most of the time it’s peaceful, other than the fights, but you love just aimlessly walking through the town with Adrian and chatting about whatever is on your mind.

“Maybe we could go to that used record store tomorrow? We finally have a day off and some free time, and they always have a bunch of stuff there, we always score when we go... and I need new records for that crate I just bought!” Adrian enthusiastically asked, you smiled under your mask, he loves adding to his record collection.

“That is a rad idea, I’m in, Vig, it’ll be funnnn! And we could go to that coffee place next door too, we can make it a cute little morning date!” you joyfully add, stoked about having time off to do some actual cute relationship-esque stuff with Adrian. He shook his head, and you could almost hear him smile under his mask.

“O.M.G. yes! That place makes such good donuts too, you’re so smart for thinking of it! Oh wait and the record store also has comic books too! It’s a win-win, I am psyched, hun!” he pumped his fist from excitement as you walked. You turned down a long, familiar street that you always somehow manage to find criminals on, and began walking. “Last time we were there I got that massive chocolate donut, I think I’m gonna have to get th-” Adrian instantly went silent and stopped in his tracks, he saw something. “Nine o’clock… I see a knife!” he whisper-yelled, angry from the sight he was looking at. When you spotted what he saw, rage grew in you, in an alley you saw two young women held at knife point by a group of large men, with ski masks over their faces. One woman was held with a knife to her throat, it was practically cutting her, Adrian tensed up and got out his knife. “Let me handle this…” he firmly stated with his voice deep – he was Vigilante now.

“Got it,” you replied as you both slinked over to the alleyway, you let Vigilante walk a bit ahead of you.

“Now, this is not gonna fly,” Vig deeply said, twirling his knife in his hand, the men quickly turned to him and looked spooked to see him standing before them. You looked over at the two women and their faces grew relieved as they appeared thankful to see you both. “Let them both go. Now,” he grumbled, you also took out your knife, ready to jump in if he needed you, though you knew that wouldn’t be likely.

“These costumed freaks think we’re gonna just leave?” one man scoffed, but another one widened his eyes as he looked at Vig.

“Nah, we shouldn’t fuck with them,” another man whispered, he was clearly aware of you and Vigilante’s reputation, and he probably knew well enough how this would end. The women wiggled, trying to get free.

“Listen to him and you dumb fucks will leave with only a few broken bones,” Vigilante growled, the man who knew of you let go of the woman he was holding and started backing away. The other five men didn’t budge, a few even had the balls to laugh, Vigilante straightened himself up, getting prepared to annihilate them. That one smart man ran away, and you and Vig let him, he wasn’t worth it. Vigilante got his a few more knives from his suit and started approaching them, he was focused on them, ready to take them out and save the women. All you were doing was watching, as you knew it would be a sight to see. One woman was able to get free with that one man leaving, and you gestured for her to come to you, she ran past Vig and stood next to you.

“You okay?” you asked, she nodded, tears streaming down her face. You protectively outstretch your arm prompting her to get behind you and stood in front of her, you then looked back at Vigilante. He swiftly dashed to the men, just feet away from them, and the men that weren't holding the other woman moved forward, ready to fight. He once again twirled his knives as he scanned the men deciding who would be his first victims. He looked terrifying, if you were on the receiving end of this you would be scared shitless as he decided your fate. Once he quickly decided, Vig effortlessly threw two knives into two different men’s heads instantly killing them, their bodies dropped to the ground with a loud thud. The butterflies had gotten you both used to taking headshots, so you both kinda just made a habit of it now, which was quite unfortunate for your victims. Three men were left, and they recklessly let go of the other woman who hastily ran over to you and her friend, nearly tripping over her own feet. She was also crying as they hugged, you were glad they were uninjured, and you knew Adrian was thankful too.

“Go,” you sternly say as you tipped your head to them. They both nodded.

“Thank you!” one of them eagerly yelled as they ran, hand in hand. After you saw that they made it a safe distance away, you turned back to Vigilante, who was on fire. One more body laid on the ground, and you slowly walked over to Vig so you could get a better view of the fight.

The two men were now backing away from him as he hunched over, reaching for a knife that was left in their friend’s head. They kept backing away, but they were in an alley and their backs eventually hit the fence, they had nowhere to hide. One of them raised up the tacky knife they were holding, it looked like a kitchen knife, Vig let out a menacing chuckle when he saw, then threw his knife in that man’s stomach. The man dropped, and the other man thought that was an opportunity to flee, he was wrong. Vigilante instantly noticed he tried running, and took out his gun, after taking a second to decide where to shoot him, he aimed for the man’s knee, and he toppled to the ground, groaning in pain. Vig didn’t want to use his gun too much, it was loud, so he looked over to you at the knife you were holding, you carefully tossed it to him, and he caught the handle, it landed perfectly in his hand. He leisurely walked over to the man he just shot and slit his throat, blood splattering all over his suit. That left the man with the knife in his stomach, who was begging Vig not to kill him.

“Come on man, I-” he started as Vig walked over to him, he then threw your knife into his head, he slumped over. Vig let out a deep breath and began collecting his knives, you followed suit and pulled out one knife from a criminal’s head.

"Those women said thank you when they left btw," you assured him, he nodded. “That was fuckin’ awesome, V,” you energetically tell him, he snickered, and collected your knife. He then padded over to you, wiped the blood off your knife with his glove, and handed it to you.

“Psshhh, it was nothing, really,” he modestly says, his voice returning to his normal tone. You two briskly scurry away from the crime scene you just created, not wanting to be seen by anyone. Once you got far enough away, you slowed down, and began comfortable walking, Adrian let out a deep huff.

“They were so scared of you, it was kinda… funny,” you admit, breaking the silence, he giggled, you could tell he had calmed down from the fight, he turned to face you.

“They totally were,” he said in between laughs, “Oh and thanks for the knife, came in handy,” he winked, you could tell he was smiling by the way his eyes wrinkled under his mask. “Did you enjoy the show?” he queried with his voice getting higher, you nodded.

“Fuck yeah I did, wish I had some popcorn!” you chuckle, and he skipped while you were walking, then took your good hand in his. You smile under your mask as you both walk down the empty street. “It was totally hot to see you absolutely destroy those assholes,” you admit to him, because seeing how fierce he gets as Vigilante is hot. He gasped.

“Really?” he softly questioned, you nodded, his eyes widened, and you could see the whites of his eyes through his visor.

“So hot," you seductively nod your head, not breaking eye contact. You could tell by the way he was looking at you that he wanted you, like right now.

“I liked knowing I had an audience,” he whispered as he stepped in close to you, “I thought you watching me was hot,” you snorted, of course he found you doing literally nothing hot. He then looked over your shoulder and found another alley, empty, and secluded from the street. He took your good hand and led you to it in a rush, desperate to get his hands on you. Once you got there, he pinned you against the building, your bodies colliding as he lifted up both of your masks enough for your mouths and noses to be free. He sloppily pressed his lips to yours and you could feel how he ached for you. You kiss him again, and felt fire run through you. You briefly inch away from him, but you were still close enough to feel his breath on your face.

“I’m just wondering how you found me just standing there hot, I wasn't doing jack shit,” you admit, he peered down at you through his visor.

“You’re always hot, babe,” he breathed, you bit your lip, “and please you always look so fucking sexy in your suit, like… as soon as you put it on I always wanna rip it off of you,” he muttered, you then pressed your lips to his and heat ran through both of your bodies, there was something about making out in your suits that somehow made it a thousand times hotter, and you couldn't get enough of him. 

[miekasa]

random boyfriend levi hcs (modern au)

↯ pairing: levi ackerman x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern au, fluff, i feel like he would honestly just be a quiet, gentle soul if given the opportunity to relax for once in his life lmao

↯ notes: i was planning to do some levi hcs, and then i got a request for them so yay! here you go, enjoy!

Has a carafe and fills it every morning (because he finishes it every day). He also absolutely does get his 6-8 glasses of water in on the daily thank you very much.

Oh he likes bubble baths. Not into lighting a thousand candles around him (altho he does like candles). Maybe one or two. Doesn’t stay for very long, but does like to get a good soak every once in a while, after he’s already showered of course.

Likes showering with you. A lot. Not necessarily for sexual antics, but he just likes it. Likes it a lot when you get all soapy and then hug him. 10/10. Although shower sex is always a welcome added bonus.

Fluffs your pillows for you in the morning behind your back. Not sure why it’s a secret for him, but it just is.

He’s like a fucking VIP member at SoulCycle or some shit and enjoys taking you with him to the classes just to see you sweat and suffer LMAO

Doesn’t mind doing things late at night with you, actually prefers it to some extent. Just don’t ask him to do anything dumb.

“Do you wanna walk to McDonald’s and get a McFlurry?” “No. I fucking hate McDonald’s and it’s 2am.” ....... “Do you want to drive around and maybe get some chinese food on our way back?” “... I’ll get the keys, let’s go.”

Surprisingly, likes to bake. It’s somewhat relaxing and therapeutic for him. He’s not the best at things like brownies and cakes and icing and decorating and all of that, but is really good at smaller, I suppose more refined desserts.

Think things like little fruit tarts, lemon squares, creme brûlée. Things that might not require a lot of ingredients, but are very particular in technique.

He doesn’t mind cooking though. But he likes cooking for other people best, not to mention he can be picky about his take-out. It can become a chore to him otherwise (and you can miss him with that meal-prepping bullshit), but he doesn’t mind cooking dinner if he knows it’s for you and him to share. And is willing to honor any particular meal request you might have.

Not exactly a wine connoisseur, but he doesn’t mind having a glass with you when you ask. He keeps bottles you and his friends get for him, but he doesn’t know shit about tasting and pairing and all that. If he needs to know or needs a recommendation, he’ll ask Erwin.

Into niche home design things like lighting fixtures, finding the perfect handles for his furniture and drawers, and things of that nature.

Very much a DIY kind of guy, and your fixer-upper. Need to assemble furniture? Fix a broken TV? Re-tile your bathroom floors? Levi’s your guy.

Loves candles. Not super sweet smelling ones like birthday cake and vanilla bean, but loves lighter, fruitier scenes like eucalyptus mixes, lemon, even sage. Always has candles on hand and never misses a single Bath and Body Works sale.

On that note, yes he does coupon. Why wouldn’t he? Capitalism already sucks and everything is so expensive, he’ll take a bargain where he can get it.

Never owned a speaker because he never saw any use for it, but one day, you coerced him into having a mini-karaoke session while you were cooking together and he found out he enjoyed it quite a bit. (The music playing a loud, not the karaoke. Even though he’s a pretty decent singer).

So when you bought him a record player for his birthday, it easily became one of his most valued possessions. And he’s really enjoyed collecting vinyls.

Other than that, he’s open to most kinds of music, and likes it if you make playlists for him—otherwise he’ll just listen to whatever you have made.

Levi and Erwin are presidents of the Beyhive but you didn’t hear that from me. Nothing but respect for THEIR Queen Bey.

Enjoys taking walks and going running when the weather is nice, and likes having you along with him. It’s actually on occasion on which he prefers to hold your hand in public. You don’t always talk much, but it’s still nice and Levi really relishes in it.

Genuinely laughs out fucking loud whenever you put a face mask on and cannot take you seriously for the next 20-35 minutes LMAO

“Hey, Casper, did you want me to get you a glass of water on my way back.” “FUCK YOU MY SKIN IS GLOWING LEVI!! GLOWING!!”

Despite that, he still fucking steals your other skin scare!! Like retinol isn’t expensive as hell!!

Likes getting massages from you, and may or may not have feigned or exaggerated soreness form his workouts a few times to get one.

Fucking hates pumping gas, but doesn’t trust the little brats at the gas station to do it for him, and would rather eat a pair of jeans than let you get out and get gawked at, so he does it himself.

If you’re in public doing something/looking at something and taking too long, Levi will just start nudging you to get you moving. Like if you’ve already spent 10 minutes looking at different pasta shapes in the grocery store, he’ll put a hand on your waist and slowly usher you back to the cart so you can actually finish your shopping (and go the fuck home).

On that note, he pulls you/grabs at you quite a bit, usually to out the way of other people or harms way (or so he claims). For example, pulls you back further onto the sidewalk while you’re waiting at the crosswalk; further away from the lines on the ground near trains and busses; away from Hange.

Really likes kissing you. Not in public, but doesn’t mind having you all over him in private. And honestly, when he wants it, he doesn’t mind being all over you either.

He’s a particularly big cuddle bug in the morning bye.

Likes it when you drive. Mostly because he can just chill in the passenger seat and take a nap.

LMAO he can’t ride a bicycle. If you taught him, he’d probably pick up pretty quickly, but nobody ever taught him so he doesn’t know how yet.

(When you find this out, you’re VERY eager to teach him and Levi feels like he might have finally met his demise). “Do you want some training wheels, Levi? I saw a pretty pink pair in the toy store on the way here.” “No, fuck you, I just need to find my balance—hey, don’t let me go! Do you want me to die???”

Despite not liking having his photo taken, he’s a pretty good photographer and doesn’t mind taking pictures of you.

Keeps a picture of you and him inside his wallet. You don’t know that it’s there.

Despises the dentist with every fiber of his being and would not fucking go if you didn’t force him to. Seriously, you have to book the appointment for him and everything or else he’s just not make one or go.

And it’s not even like he has bad teeth?? They’re fine, maybe just in need of the regular professional cleaning. He just hates people prodding inside his goddamn mouth.

Which is very weird and you tease him very loudly about because he’s fine with the doctor?? And the ophthalmologist?? And everything else but the dentist LMAO

Quite spontaneous with dates in all honesty. Sometimes he just sees shit or has an idea and asks you if you’d be down.

Not one for cliche coupley items, but you do have matching sneakers. (They’re his favorite pair of sneakers).

Picks up things you’ve left laying around and puts them in their proper place. “Levi have you seen my—” “It’s on your desk. Where it belongs.”

Museum dates! Not that he cares for the pompous air of museums, but objectively they’re nice. Quiet, pretty objects, clean. Overall, not so bad. Just don’t take him to a fucking history museum.

Has a habit of kissing the palm of your hand. It’s his silent way of telling you he loves you.

Lays his head on your lap when you’re sitting on the couch. Claims he’s not keeping up with your shows but secretly is. Curls up into a ball and takes a nap halfway through tho.

[river-bottom-nightmare]

the justice league often mentioned how close the titans were . they, and later other heroes as well, mused about how no matter who was on the team or which members kept cycling through or whatever horrors and betrayals they’d faced, the five of them stayed remarkably inseparable.

but it had honestly become dick, roy, donna, wally, and garth’s way of life, so they shrugged and moved on with their lives.

even so, with and casual touches commonplace and with each other’s secrets tangling in the air between them, there were some things they don’t talk about. things that would be a little odd, things that don’t need to be brought up again, things that would cause hurt feelings, things that would be funny but awkward. they don’t talk about the time they walked in on garth stapling a bunch of stuffed animals to the ceiling while naked (donna just blinked, then closed the door and walked out). they don’t talk about donna and roy’s relationship, or how roy and dick used to fuck, and how lian had brought out a side to roy that the entire team almost preferred to who he was before (donna and dick had discovered that they liked roy’s protective, sweeping hugs more than his deep kisses anyway). they don’t talk about the veritable mountain of scented creams and massage oils that dick just keeps on buying but never using (garth tried to use them once and dick hissed and threw a spatula at him so the rest of them stay away). and they don’t talk about dick and wally.

roy doesn’t mention the get together that dick likes to call a “meeting” because he wants to keep the team on track, when in reality they’re sitting around eating pizza and watching movies like they used to do years ago, nostalgia heavy and sweet around them. the actor on the tv says a quip paired with a smirk, dick responds with a muttered dirty joke because he’s been spending entirely too much time with red hood, wally snorts and says, “liar, you loved it last night when i–” and dick slams his hand over wally’s mouth. roy just shrugs amidst wally’s muffled laughter, grinning about winning a bet with himself on when dick would finally sleep with the last of his redhead friends.

donna doesn’t say anything when she crashes at dick’s apartment one night, making a pit stop in the rather obnoxiously large new york penthouse while on her way to gateway. she notes all of the photographs dick has randomly framed throughout the rooms with a sense of satisfaction, delight maybe. except she forgot that wally lives with dick now, a temporary arrangement that helps the both of them while wally gets his phd and dick comes to terms with the fact that he’s happy going part time at a liberal arts college and teaching on the side. donna doesn’t really know what wally contributes other than maybe the memorization of dick’s orders at all takeout restaurants in a five-mile radius. still, she doesn’t say anything when she walks past the master bedroom on the way to the guest room and hears relaxed, content laughter through the crack in the door, and she doesn’t say anything when that laughter turns into not-so-relaxed but definitely content moans floating down the hallway. she just snorts and slides her headphones: the big, noise-cancelling kind.

garth doesn’t tease them when wally’s large nyu sweatshirts find themselves wrapped around dick’s frame, the acrobat sighing into the comfort of them. he makes note of the deep black lace from dick’s combat boots threading through the loops of wally’s worn nikes. he laughs a little at the flash keychain dangling from dick’s keyring, one he keeps specifically to irritate bruce. instead, garth tosses some wally’s sweatshirts on dick’s bed when he’s on laundry duty in the tower, and gives wally a couple of dick’s own. he buys them both gag gifts of the others’ symbol on their birthday (and how convenient, read: adorable, is it that the two of them share a birthday?) and makes sure donna snaps a picture of the delighted looks on their faces. the two of them are so goddamn pleased at each one of these instances, so happy, that garth can’t even find it in himself to make fun of them.

roy keeps it to himself when he notices dick and wally sliding into the same side of a booth together at restaurants. usually, donna will sit with them, across from roy and garth, since donna and dick are the physically smallest people on the team, and like any pair of best friends, she’ll sling her arm around his shoulder and he’ll poke her when he’s bored. but lately, there’s always been a little bit of space between the two of them. in contrast, dick’s practically plastered to wally’s side, and wally’s leaning against dick just as much. roy hides his indulgent little smile when the two of them pick food off of each other’s plates, wally sliding his pickles to dick in a smooth movement and dick handing over most of his fries almost instinctually. dick plucks the lemon from his water in an unconscious movement, giving it to wally to suck on, and wally passes dick the hot sauce without dick even opening his mouth. their hands disappear under the table, and roy would bet donna’s swanky-professional-camera that they’re holding hands. he lets them teeter on the edge of they-know-they-don’t-know when the titans are together, because he can’t really stop himself from being the asshole best friend after years of it becoming second nature. but when it’s just the three of them plus lian eating out, he’ll order an extra dessert whenever lian asks, just so the two of them can sit a little longer.

and donna doesn’t say a word when dick starts wearing a ring when he’s in civvies, a priceless looking replica of the flash ring that speedsters keep their suit in. it’s hidden in one of the many secret pockets in dick’s suit when he’s nightwing, but when he’s just dick grayson, he fiddles with it constantly, turning it and roughly tracing over the emblem and switching it between his fingers. donna even keeps quiet when dick shows up at titans tower for a training session with the newer kids with the ring firmly on his fourth finger for the first time. she just heads over to the kitchen, where wally’s making a veritable mountain of scrambled eggs, and wraps him in a hug. wally, in a move odd for the speedster, doesn’t speak in response. he just flushes as red as his hair and hugged donna back, squeezing her hand when she pulls away.

and that gesture is enough. there may some things they don’t talk about because it’s strange or troublesome, but there are also a host of things they don’t talk about because they don’t need to. they’re close enough to understand the significance of what it means anyway. 

real talk i have no idea what the fuck this was. i just felt like writing. so. uh. yea.

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[bumackerman]

warnings: sfw, minimal cursing, fluff ☁️!

shimura x reader

soft tenko; headcanons.

author’s note: after the new leaks, i just wanna to give our boy some love and disown the name sh*garaki. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´-`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

࿐ when he’s sick/not feeling well;

we’ve all heard the stereotype that men are big babies when they’re sick, right? well, for this boy right here, it is very much true.

when he has the sniffles, coughs even a little bit more than usual, or gets a small headache, he will whine and whine about how he’s “suffering”.

he will flop onto his bed and sigh as loud as he possibly can until you give him the love and care he deserves. (°-° )

it can be annoying when you’re trying to work, but it’s cute how much he loves when you stroke his hair while he’s laying on your lap.

when he’s sick, his nose, cheeks, and ears become an adorable rosy-pink color.

he loves drinking warm apple juice with a lemon when his throat hurts, or when his stomach is upset.

regular apple juice is his favorite drink, though.

he hates eating soup because he hates spoons. don’t ask why, i have no idea.

࿐ hygiene;

tenko usually takes showers, but he much prefers bubble baths.

he doesn’t like using mint toothpaste because it makes juice taste gross, so he uses the regular kind.

despite what many think, tenko actually does wash his face, but he doesn’t always use lotion because it burns his skin. his quirk really is a hassle.

he loves having his hair washed and brushed. he will literally fall asleep if you do it for him. although, he hates having his hair wet afterward.

hates having his nails trimmed because he’s very impatient, but you hate it when he scratches himself even more, so he has to deal with it.

࿐ fluff;

has become embarrassingly soft for you. he hates that he loves you so much.

really loves sleeping on top of you with his head on your chest.

your heartbeat is like a lullaby to him. it reassures him that you’re alive, and that you’re not going anywhere.

he loves it when you hold his hands. (finger gloves: on) he’ll literally stare at your fingers intertwined with his for hours, completely mesmerized. still gets nervous sometimes, though.

kisses make his heart go boom. (〃ω〃)

no, seriously. it’s so loud, lol.

the second your lips touch his, he’s no longer breathing. his eyes close, and immediately, he’s melting into your touch.

least favorite part of kissing you is when it ends. >:|

always makes a little whiny sound when you pull away.

if he’s super tired, he’ll fall asleep with his head on the counter. wake him up with kisses. i promise, it’ll have him up in no time!

please play his favorite game with him. he loves it, and won’t get too angry at other players when you’re there to witness his rage-quitting.

he likes being able to help you pick out clothes to wear. (even though he sucks at it, but you love him so it doesn’t matter.)

࿐ random;

lucky charms is his favorite cereal.

eats cereal with a fork, because… spoons. >:^/

the only time he uses a spoon is when it’s one of those disposable plastic ones. he likes the “clack” sound it makes when it hits his teeth.

he has adhd, and often uses a rubiks cube to occupy his mind when he’s bored. he has become quite good at solving them.

sometimes he asks you to mix it up and watch how fast he can solve it.

he often watches the american cartoon “teen titans go” unironically. his favorite character is beast boy because his power is cool. (you’d think it’d be raven, but whatever.)

he’s a pouter. when he’s upset about something minor, arms are crossed, brows furrowed, eye contact: non-existent, and out pops the bottom lip.

11/10 sweet tooth. he really likes suckers because he can eat them while playing video games.

uses a shit ton of random emoji’s, but his favorite one is the gorilla. will literally go: “I’m hungry 🦍” like- okay???

he hates the word “cinnamon” because he can’t say it correctly. him: “synonym” “cimmonyn” “cinnonin” >:,/

he eats like a three year old. i’m talking chicken nuggets, those mini nachos from lunchables, mini corn dogs, etc. (i do the same thing, though. lol.)

he is not that flexible. can barely touch his toes. he tries, though.

3/11/21

[sarcasticfina]

for: @no-other-lovrr who asked for Darcy/Bucky-- either Darcy reacting to Bucky's FATWS haircut or getting introduced as Dr. Lewis. I hope this satisfies, thanks so much for donating!

just a head’s up, i haven’t watched FATWS yet. or wandavision, actually. i’ve just seen gifs, but i’m aware darcy has her doctorate in astrophysics— color me proud!

__________

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite crime fighting duo.” Darcy flopped down in a seat at the outdoor table of a small bistro Bucky and Sam were trying to inconspicuously share.

Sam snorted. “Say it a little louder so the whole joint hears you.”

Darcy grinned, painted red lips curled broadly. “I’m sorry, did I spoil your undercover meet up? Because those sunglasses and baseball caps were definitely hiding your identity.” She gestured to the various other people around them, whispering and snapping pictures.

“Okay, all right.” Sam removed his sunglasses, tucked them into the collar of his shirt, and gestured impatiently. “Did you bring it?”

“Captain, my Captain, of course I did.” Darcy stole the untouched lemon danish sitting on a plate in front of Bucky and tore off a bite. “Did you bring it?”

Sam elbowed Bucky.

With a long, utterly exasperated sigh, Bucky leaned down and grabbed out a bag. “I had to break into a high security warehouse for this thing. There were explosives involved.”

“And aerial acrobatics, I’m sure.” Darcy made a ‘gimme’ gesture with her hand. “Tit for tat, Sarge. I hack top secret information for you, you bring me shiny things. I’d settle for diamonds, but experimental gadgets I shouldn’t know about are just as fun.”

Handing the bag off to her, Bucky rested his elbows on the table and leaned in, eyebrow raised. “You know how to use that thing?”

“You mean you didn’t lift the operational manual with it?” she joked.

Bucky huffed. “Just don’t test it out on me.” He shoved a thumb in Sam’s direction. “He’s got the morning free if you need a little target practice.”

“Man.” Sam sucked his teeth irritably. “Why does every conversation you two have result in you sacrificing me?”

“It’s for the greater good,” Bucky and Darcy chorused.

Laughing, Darcy winked at them. “Don’t worry so much. I’d never test it on either of you. I like you too much.”

“You like what we can steal for you too much,” Bucky muttered.

“That too.” She hooked the bag over one shoulder and pulled her purse into her lap, taking out a stack of dark brown file folders, held closed with thick elastics. She dropped them on the table with a thunk; it made the cups and plates rattle noticeably. “I got everything you asked for, plus a little you didn’t, because it seemed relevant. And because only one of you is a dinosaur, I also made Sam a flash drive, just in case you want to skip the paper.”

Grinning, Sam dragged it all toward himself. “Always a pleasure doing business with you, Doc.”

Darcy tucked her hands under her chin and preened. “You always say the sweetest things.” She raised an eyebrow at Bucky. “Well?”

He blinked at her. “Thank you, Doctor Lewis.”

“Like pulling teeth,” she sighed. “It’s too bad too. With that snazzy new haircut of yours, that face could sweep a brilliant doctor right off her feet.” Standing from the table, she patted her bag of stolen goods. “Alas, I’ll have to do with unregulated weapons of questionable origins. Well, you know how to find me when you need me. Bye, boys!” Blowing a dramatic kiss farewell, she turned on her heel and exited the patio.

Without her gaze on him now, Bucky let his own linger on her as she took her leave, dark curls swaying against her back. Much as she always did, Darcy tended to leave a gap in her wake, as if her personality took up so much space it took a moment to adjust to her absence. It was a strange feeling to have about a woman he only ever got to meet for a few snark-filled minutes at a time, trading her hacked intel for whatever mysterious item she’d dug up for them to get her. Usually, it was something that suggested at Asgardian origins, though sometimes she just liked shiny things that piqued her interest. Plus that one time she wanted a modified taser to “add to her collection,” whatever that meant.

Darcy wasn’t always a necessity. There were other ways to get information, but they were usually shadier, and didn’t come with the same guarantee of not being redacted or adjusted by whoever was giving it to them. If Bucky were honest, he preferred Darcy because she was as far away from his world as someone still apart of it could get. Aware of everything going on, but not jaded by it. She knew everything he’d done, everything he was still a part of, and she still stole his danish and joked with him. There was an acceptance there that he craved. It helped too that she was just as beautiful as she was smart, and she was dangerously smart.

“You ever gonna do something about that?”

“And ruin a perfectly good working relationship?” Bucky plucked up his danish, where Darcy’s red lipstick could still be seen. He took a bite out of it and shrugged. “Maybe one day.”

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