#and they’re okay with the others hating them so long as the kids are safe

[ravenw1ngs]

Something about how blue is a team full of givers being forced to take. Something about how everyone keeps claiming they’re untrustworthy in Purgatory, but they were the only ones to honor what they thought they’d all agreed on. Something about how even now, when their lives are on the line, they still want to fight back to make sure everyone gets to go home.

[hanichani]

hii!! could u do a skz (preferably i.n or ot8) when they have an idol!so and they reveal their relationship??

hi anon!! i tried to make this kind of as realistic as possible but at the same time i feel like jyp would never let this happen so this is what i came up with😭

Pairing: ot8 x gn!idol!reader Genre: fluff, a tiny bit angsty i guess Warnings: none that i could think of, everyone's stressing Word count: 1,3k

i hope you like it <3 (sorry it took so long)

Channie

realistically, i don’t think chan would want to reveal the relationship up until after the peak of their career if ever. i feel like he’s just too tied down by all the responsibilities he has towards the company. but i also think that out of all of the other members he would do the best at consoling you if you ever wanted to go public and he told you no. he would feel so bad but it’s just something he knows he can’t risk. and a big part of why he wouldn’t do it is that he’s afraid you’d receive hate so he’s really just trying to protect you and your career.

if the relationship ever got leaked, boy would have to do so much damage control. even if it’s accepted by everyone and actually somehow boosts your careers and only has good outcomes. mans would be out there writing apology letters like “hi, this is stray kids’ bang chan and i’m so sorry i lied to you all about my relationship.” like it’s not his private business.

Lee know

lee know would throw in little quips and hints during things like skz code and stuff. do you know how he talked about the friend he went to japan with and said he was his boyfriend? he’d do that with you as well. pretend that he’s joking and when they’re all asked about your group he’d say “yea, we hung out once. they’re actually my partner now.” and then do the little :] smile. hannie would obviously throw in a little “what about me?” and then the whole mention about your relationship goes unnoticed. but he would try to slowly get there through hints.

if this relationship ever got leaked, he’d come over that same day with the biggest smile on his face. i feel like he’d genuinely be happy and i think someday, down the line, he’d confirm it on his own by sending a not the most flattering picture of you surrounded with his cats to bubble. for which you’d scold him later. 

Changbin

i feel like changbin would really want to tell EVERYONE. like, he’s so proud to be your boyfriend and he wants to tell the world. but he knows he can’t. he would also just mention you during skz talker and stuff. i think he’d show the camera a video of you doing a dance trend or something and be like “waaah, aren’t they so talented?” meanwhile in his head he’s also adding “and they’re all mine”.

he’s happy as well when the relationship gets leaked. is even happier that it happens around the time of your new comeback because now he can do your dance challenge with you and not feel weird about it. wouldn’t address it but in his next vlog, he tells the staff not to blur you out anymore. (which i know that they don’t really post vlogs anymore BUT BINNIE’S WERE MY FAVORITE AND I MISS THEM OKAY) 

Hyunjin

feel like hyune would be STRESSED when you first bring up the idea of going public. he’d tell you that he’ll think about it but is probably the most open to it. he’d have a meeting about it with the higher ups and you would too but it would be a while before they actually allowed you to do it. 

when it does happen, i think it would just be him posting pictures from a versace event and then the last picture would be the two of you together. your back pressed against his chest, his hand placed over your stomach and your hand reaching back to hold his face while looking at each other. you’d obviously be wearing your versace outfits and the caption would be something like “thank you donatella, me and my y/n enjoyed the event so much”. safe to say stays go crazy and your fandom does as well.

Jisung

i think hannie wouldn’t be comfortable revealing it but we all know boy has a big mouth. i think he’d just leak his own relationship tbh. yk how sometimes he just speaks poems about how he’s so fond of minho? one question asked about you and he’s spilling on air. “ah y/n? yeah, i’ve never met anyone as hard working… well, except for my members. yeah, they’re just so amazing and we match so well, you know. it was honestly like out of a fairytale. i mean, um… like… you know, like the friendship?” and then chan is jumping into the conversation and changing the topic, thank god for his leader. 

he’d be terrified after but you’re there to calm him down. at some point you get asked about it in an interview and you decide to just clear it up. “did you hear what stray kids’ han said about you the other day?” the interviewer asks. “ah yeah. adorable, wasn’t he? i have to say, it really was like out of a fairytale. it might sound corny but we just clicked so well, you know.” you smile and wave into the camera, mouthing a hi baby because you just know that he’s going to watch this interview the moment it comes out. (chan is beyond stressed because of you two)

Felix

lixie would love the idea of going public but he would be too scared of the consequences i think. feel like it would be similar to hyunjin because he would want you at all of his events and at some point the fans start to be like…hmm is it a coincidence that they always appear together at the same events. but obviously that’s not enough to just assume that you’re both dating.

at some point lix accidentally sends the wrong picture to bubble and it’s a picture where you’re cuddled together in bed and you’re kissing his cheek. he meant to send the one of him alone that he took when you went to the bathroom. he’s freaked out but then he just kind of accepts it and is happy because so much pressure has just been taken off his shoulders. the next picture of the two of you that appears on bubble is sent intentionally with a bunch of light blue hearts.

Seungmin

seungmin would absolutely NOT want to reveal the relationship. he has a reputation to uphold as the grumpy one. that’s what he says but really he’s just too scared of the reactions and feedback. he doesn’t mind getting hate, he feels used to that but he doesn’t want you to receive it. he’s also worried that people would put you down for dating him out of everyone else. this leads to you both having a looong conversation where he starts sobbing at some point because he does feel insecure but he never lets himself feel those things unless it’s with you.

this in turn makes him realize that you are very important to him and now he’s even more conflicted. should he tell everyone that you’re his or should he work even harder to protect your relationship. in the end, he decides to let you make the decision. he’s happy with whatever you choose as long as you’re by his side.

Jeongin

i think innie would actually be the one to bring this up with you. after they all get their instagrams, hyunjin gets his piercing and the company lets more loose in general, he feels that it could go through. so he brings it up with jyp and gets the green light (which is not realistic at all but let’s pretend for the sake of this drabble).

i know that innie doesn’t do the ootd posts anymore but i think it would be so cute if he revealed it through that. he would post an ootd post and then on some of the pictures you’re there as well. just a power couple posing together. and then also, some of the more observing fans would notice that hey, isn’t that innie’s shirt that y/n was wearing in their new post. and hey isn’t that the same bag that y/n has in jeongin’s new post? it’d just be really cute because you’d both be so excited about it and flaunting it. 

a/n: requests are open by the way!!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mad Season ❄ Story B

Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: this is Bucky’s side of the story.

Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“You get some good sleep,” Bucky says as he lingers behind you. You jingle your keys, nearly dropping them as you fish them from your bag. “I’ll be back for my jacket tomorrow.” 

“Right, er, you can just take it now,” you turn back and he puts his hand up. 

“Just in case, you hold onto it,” his lips curve slightly. “I told ya, I’m sweatin’ in this weather.” 

“Oh, okay,” you hate to argue, especially after he’s been so nice. He even walked you off campus. “Uh, thanks... I... I feel better.” 

“That’s good, doll. Didn’t even know you were upset? Something I should know about?” He wonders. 

You shake your head. You don’t want to think about Peter, let alone mention him. “No, just... college stuff.” 

“Ah, got a big assignment? Is that what you and the kid are working on?” He asks. 

“Mhmm,” you glance away evasively. “Yeah, homework.” 

“Didn’t do much school myself. Was an army brat. Hung around the base, did some smuggling, then I ended up babysitting the little twerp we now know as Captain America,” he scoffs. “Well, that was ages ago. I almost forget...” he shrugs then raises a hand and snaps his fingers, “oh, uh, not to be too forward, you want my number? For emergencies.” 

You hesitate. It’s probably a good idea. He’s leaving his coat and you’re not sure how long your study group will take tomorrow. 

“Um, okay,” you slip out your phone and shiver as you step back down the walk. “I’ll text you... number?” 

He takes out his phone and crackles out a tiny laugh, “you know, I can remember my US Army number, can’t for the life of me keep this one in my head.” He taps and scrolls, “here we are.” 

He reads out the numbers and you tap them in. You add him as a contact and open a conversation. You send him a smiley. 

“Amazing. Now I can tell Steve I got a pretty girl’s number,” he chuckles. You look at him in surprise. He cringes, “woof, not as smooth as I used to be. Anyway, I’ll be around. Let me know when I can pick the coat up.” 

“S-sure.” You agree. 

“You have a good night, doll,” he stays where he is, planting his feet as he watches you expectantly. 

You head up the walk and your keys tinkle once more as you unlock the door and push inward. You glance over your shoulder as he watches. He nods. It’s nice of him to make sure you’re safe. You give a wave then go inside. 

You’re just happy to be back at your dorm.  

❄ 

You wake up early despite the late night. You’ve never been very good at sleeping in. You get washed up, take your meds, and get dressed in a pair of wool tights and a cozy knit dress. As you go to leave, you stop short. Bucky’s fleece-lined leather hangs on the chair. You wonder what happened to your jacket. 

The winds whistle outside your window. You don’t have any other coats, just the one. You shrug on the loose leather and zip it up. It smells a bit like cedar.  

You get out the door early enough to buy a tea at the cafe on your way to the library. Your group for your lab is all there but one. You sit down but they hardly seem to notice. You don’t know how you’ll get anything done when they just stare blankly when you read out the instructions. 

You muddle through. It’s awkward because they all seem to know each other but none of them are very nice to you. In the end, you’re stuck with most of the work and they’re talking about the movie theatre. 

You pack up and they leave in pairs. You stand and grab the leather coat, hugging it under your arm as you check your phone. You’re going to check out a few shelves before you head off. 

As you push in the chair with your hip, a message blips up in the top of the screen. Bucky. You don’t get to read his message before your name pulls your head up. 

“Hey, been looking for you,” Peter says. “Got your coat...” He squints as his eyes fall to the coat over your arm. “That’s a bit big, isn’t it?” 

“Oh, it’s... borrowed.” 

“Borrowed? From who?” 

“Doesn’t matter,” you say as your scalp tingles. “Thanks for bringing that back.” 

You reach for your coat but he does the same and latches onto the leather. You try to tug both away. He yanks Bucky’s coat away and shakes it out. He snorts as he looks it up and down. His eyes snap up derisively and he throws it on the ground. 

“How the hell did you get that?” He growls. 

“I...” 

“No, why the hell are you carrying around his coat? He’s an old fucking man.” 

“Peter,” you bend to pick up the coat. 

“I’m not stupid. His dumb pin is on it. No wonder you ran out last night. You act like I’m the one messing around and you’re sneaking around with Bucky Barnes?” He sneers. 

“I wasn’t sneaking--” You lift the coat and hold it against yours. You back up as you pout at him. “Why are you yelling?” 

“I told you I liked you and now you’re walking around in another guy’s coat. Why wouldn’t I?” He pauses and looks around, only then aware of his audience. “Oh, right, it’s a library.” He speaks louder as he throws his arms out, “guess I need to be quiet!” 

You cringe and turn back to swipe up your bag. You keep your head down as your heart races and your breath begins to burn your chest. You turn back but can’t look at him. You keep a wide breadth as you step around him, bracing for him to do something.  

He just snarls as you pass, “you’re such a baby.” 

You hurry out, cheat thumping, head spinning, each step faster than the next. When at last you get to the first floor and burst out onto campus, your temples are pulsing. You struggle to untangle your bag from the coats and finally bury your hand deep inside. You take out your puffer but it slips from your frantic grasp. 

It bounces across the pavement and you cough and wheeze. Before you can reach for it, someone else does. You look up at Bucky as he stands straight. He looks you up and down and holds it out, “whatsa matter, doll?” 

You take it eagerly and suck on the end, puffing several times. He moves to block the wind as it whips around you. You finally steady yourself and hug the coats. 

“N-nothing,” you utter, “here. I have your coat.” 

He eyes you wearily as you pull his coat from under yours and hold it out. He takes it reluctantly as his mouth slants, “thanks. Where you off to?” 

“Just... groceries,” you shiver as you open your coat. 

“Groceries it is,” he says, “I’ll carry your bags.” 

You’re too out of it to protest. You need to get out of there before Peter catches up to you. You’re embarrassed after the scene he made in the library and you don’t need another. You just nod and pull your sleeves up your arms. 

“Thank you,” you murmur. 

[in1-nutshell]

HELLO‼️ I hope you are safe and well with the hurricane and I'm so glad that I'm able to finally send a request so here it is‼️

There's not many rescue bots oneshots and I want to change that, so in Rescue bots theres human skater buddy with their head in the clouds leading them to getting into trouble frequently (like nearly getting hit by a car or just getting into the crossfire of the rescue bots shenanigans) and it's like to a point where the whole when they are out on a mission have to keep a spare eye/optic out for the little human‼️

I hope you'll be able to get to this before it's deleted or whatever, but still, I can't wait to see what you come up with for this concept. Thanks, and have a good day/night‼️

Introducing Danger magnet Buddy! love this concept!

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy the skater and a danger magnet

SFW, Platonic, Human Reader

RB

The Burns family had known about Buddy’s little quirks for years.

They were after all good friends with Cody throughout their childhood.

The kid had their head up in the clouds or down with their skates.

Luckily, Cody always seemed to find ways to get them back down to Earth.

Too bad there wasn’t much he could do about their terrible luck with dangerous situations.

They never mean to be in these situations, they just happen when they’re around.

It took a while for the Burns to finally understand it wasn’t their fault.

It was a small island, one was bound to get stuck in the crossfire at some point.

When the Bots arrived, Cody made sure to debrief them a bit about his friend’s tendencies.

Heatwave is convinced that Buddy is doing it for attention.

There is now way someone can be THAT unlucky.

Not even on this island.

Kade and him have little talks about Buddy being a ‘danger magnet.’

Kade: “You think they are doing it for attention?” Heatwave: “Isn’t it obvious? There’s no way they aren’t doing it for any other reason.” Kade chuckles. Kade: “We used to think that too… but after a few years of seeing their little dumb face around, you kinda start believing it.” Heatwave: “What do you mean?” Kade: “There a bit of a danger magnet.” Heatwave: “Why is that a magnet you have!?”

He does start believing the existence of ‘the danger magnet’ after a few missions where Buddy just showed up randomly.

Heatwave hates to see Buddy in the line of fire, especially when they have no control over it.

Always reminds his team to keep an extra optic out for the little skater.

Speaking of skates, Heatwave actually likes seeing Buddy skate around the bunker.

Especially when they show off some of their tricks.

Buddy is a bit oblivious to why Heatwave is so insistent to them staying with Cody on com job.

Chase and Boulder are confused.

Why does Buddy go to these dangerous places?

They aren’t durable enough to be so close to the danger.

Chase has a separate file on all of Buddy’s incidents.

Chief Burns: “Chase? You, okay?” Chase is typing on a data pad. Chase: “I am simply reporting Buddy’s latest incident on today’s rescue. Today they were stuck in the same tree as Mister Pettypaws… I still wonder how they got up there with their skates…” Chief Burns: “Oh, don’t think too hard about that Chase. That’s just how Buddy is.” Chase: “Do they like danger?” Chief Burns: “No, they just have a bad record of being in places at the wrong time.” Chase: “… I can try to clean their record if you allow me access to them.”

Boulder takes a more direct approach and asks Buddy why they keep going towards danger.

Buddy just shrugs and goes back to their skates.

The green mech decides to ask the others about Buddy’s behavior instead.

Boulder: “Is something wrong with them?” Graham: “Nothing’s wrong with them Boulder.” Boulder: “Then how come they always seem to be near our dangerous missions? Even Cody doesn’t do that too often.” Graham: “When you’ve known them as long as we have, you start believing the phrase ‘wrong place and the wrong time.’ We can’t exactly explain it, but the best we can do is look out for them. No one can control what happens outside Boulder.” Boulder: “Hmm… I guess you’re right.” Later… Chase and Boulder look at their creation with pride. Buddy is wrapped head to toe with bubble wrap. Buddy: “How am I gonna skate like this?” Chase: “Sacrifices must be made Buddy.”

The pair find Buddy’s skating to be interesting and a bit relaxing… as long as Buddy has the proper safety equipment on them.

 Buddy doesn’t like the ‘creative’ ways the bots are trying to keep them ‘safe’, but the thought is what counts.

Blades, unlike the others, fully understands the phrase ‘wrong place, wrong time.’

But he also believes an outside force is making Buddy go to these dangerous places.

Already has a bulletin board with the red string trying to figure out what could be making the little skater go to these places.

Blades shows the board to the rest of the bots. Blades: “I’m telling you guys! There’s a connection somewhere!” Heatwave: “… How long have you been working on this?” Blades: “Not important.” Chase: “Blades, is it highly unlikely that something is making Buddy do these things.” Blades: “But if you see what happened last month and 5 months ago—” Boulder: “Blades, when was the last time you recharged?” Blades: “Not important.” Heatwave: “I’m calling Dani.” Blades: "Wait don’t!”

He just doesn’t want Buddy to get hurt by being in places they aren’t supposed to be.

Blades has a separate med kit in his subspace labeled ‘Buddy’s’.

The bot loves Buddy’s skates and has already asked Doc Greene if he could make a pair for him.

Heatwave has tried to stop him from getting these skates too many times to count.

He isn’t known for being the best with balance.

Buddy enjoys Blades making little videos and changing music while they skate around.

[causenessus]

try again

part 0.4. NEXT TIME

"the playground seemed so big when they were younger. and now they’re here again, 10 years later, and it looks small. their world is bigger than just this playset now. the metal that forms the foundation of the structure is still a shiny, vibrant red, but the cracked, faded plastic shows its age. where has time gone? 'who are you now?' she wants to ask. as a kid, time goes by slowly, and you tell your parents you can’t wait to grow old. they tell you to enjoy your childhood, but you never believe them. and even now, she’s not sure she does. she's not old, but old enough to know time goes by fast. since their meeting in her office, she’s reflected more on how she’s grown up. she doesn’t miss her childhood– she likes the freedom that has come with adulthood, but at the same time, it’s slowly weighing her down. she’s old enough, that she can no longer spend her summers relaxed in a quiet house, laying in bed all day with the door open while both her parents are at work. she can't spend the nights stretched out on her back, against wet, dewy grass, looking at the stars with him while staining her favorite shirt. now she has responsibilities to take care of every day, and any little mistake can no longer be taken back. she’s an adult now, and no one is there to pick her up when she falls."

content warnings + notes: calling atsumu a little cupid whore (/lh), drinking, y/n is having a crisis, pay attention to unsent messages :) very long written part... oops </3

she downs the last of her glass in one go. 

it’s cheap whiskey, and she hates the taste. it’s probably the worst she’s ever had, but the burn down her throat is a little pleasant. 

completely going against her plan to drink something light, she decided she would need some liquid courage if she was going to do this. her hands are splayed across the cold bar counter as she stands from her chair, mind buzzing a little as she grounds herself. 

akaashi doesn’t notice her absence in his drunken state, but iwaizumi does. kita looks up as well, but remains seated, keeping akaashi company after nodding to iwaizumi who stands up.

“where are you going?” he asks following her out of the bar, pushing past a few groups of people in their way. he's not asking it like he's accusing her of anything, he just sounds concerned.

but he doesn’t need to worry, and she faces him as they make it out. “going to see omi,” she practically sings the answer, her voice careless as the nickname spills out of her mouth before she even realizes it. it comes too naturally to her, and the thought ruins the nice numbness in her veins from the alcohol. instead, she starts to feel the guilt build up again.

iwaizumi still stands in front of her, arms crossed, matching her own stance. “you’re going to see sakusa?” he repeats, brows raised.

“mhm,” she hums, shifting from one foot to the other. her shoes are starting to bother her, too. she'll probably take them off as soon as iwaizumi lets her go.

“where?”

she sighs, starting to feel restless just standing there. the warm lights and ruckus from inside the bar invite her back in, and so does the pull she feels in the opposite direction down the street, where she'll see him. “an old park, can i go?”

“no, hold on,” he stops her before she can even take a step, “you’re going to go meet a man you haven’t talked to in years after a single interaction at a park this late at night?”

“yes?” she quirks a brow at him, “it’s an old park we used to go to a lot. it’s not far from here and i know him. i’ll be okay.”

“i’m not saying sakusa’s going to do anything to you, but i’m not letting you walk there alone. especially when you’ve been drinking. let me make sure you get there safely and then i’ll leave you, deal?” he proposes, and she sees how much he cares in his eyes. they’re a pretty olive green and despite how sharp they are, there’s so much love in them. it reminds her of her own eyes, and how she feels when she looks at sakusa; her head starts to panic in alarm and get defensive, but at the same time, her heart slows down, as if telling her he's safe.

she knows iwaizumi makes a good point, and there’s nothing wrong with having a little extra safety, or a human purse. “fine,” she sighs, “but only if you hold my shoes.”

their walk to the park is silent, but it’s a peaceful silence. she’s walking next to him barefoot, feeling even shorter than before. he questions her a few times, to make sure she actually knows where she’s going, and she insists that she does. she’s had a little bit to drink, yes, but she’s not drunk. and she's confident she could still find her way to this park blindfolded. she’s walked these sidewalks hundreds of times, ran to this park from every direction and route possible. it was always their spot, whether they lay in the wet grass or sat on the playset. the memories of being with him back then make her feel a little grim, and iwaizumi looks down at her, noticing.

“you okay?” he asks, nudging her shoulder closest to him with his arm.

“yeah,” she sighs, watching the way her shoes clank against each other in his hand with every step they take.

“what’re you thinking?” he asks, still looking down at her and she looks back up at him.

“i just don’t know what i’m doing,” she says, trying to voice her feelings while she turns to stare back ahead of them. “what are we gonna do? what does he like doing now? what if i’ve changed and he doesn’t like who i am anymore? i'm so scared of disappointing him.”

“you’re good enough as you are, y/n,” he silences her and she glances back at him in surprise. “don’t let a man change how you see yourself. you’re good as you are, and if he doesn’t think so, he can fuck off. there's no such thing as an expectation or a right way for you to act. he’s probably changed too, and that’s just how people work. did he text you or did you text him?”

she gives him a smile at his words, nudging him back with her shoulder as a way of thanking him, “he texted me.”

he gives her a grin at that, “he texted you? asking to see you?” when she nods he continues, "damn that's ballsy. he really wants you, y/n. and i hope he's a good person. i’ve seen him around and worked a little bit with him, he seems alright.”  

she flusters a little bit at his words, “i’m sure it’s not like that. we just used to be very good friends, you know that. i’ve never stopped missing him, maybe he felt a little bit of the same way.”

he nods at her words, giving a hum in thought. they’re walking along the fence that’s been set up around the park, and she can see the entrance coming up, where a lone lamp post is lighting the way. “but you want him, don’t you?”

she knows he’s asking it in a romantic sense, and she does. she knows what she feels for him is more than just friendly, and she’s felt stupid for never being able to fall in love with anyone else because she’s been stuck on him this entire time. “i’m happy with anything,” she decides to say, “if we start hanging out again, that’s enough for me. i just want him to be a part of my life.”

they stop at the park entrance, and she can see the playset from here, just a bit down the path. “do you want me to walk you there? or are you’re fine from here? i think the walk helped you sober up a little bit, so i feel better about leaving you here now. just make sure you text me if you feel even slightly off, got it?”

“got it!” she responds with a smile, giving him a small salute as a joke. “thank you for walking me here, iwa. i'll be fine on my own now and i’ll text you when i'm walking home.”

he rolls his eyes at the salute but gives her a smile, “sounds good. i’ll check in with you then as well. i might come meet you halfway or who knows, maybe your guy will want to walk you home?”

he’s giving her another shitty grin that she’d like to slap off his face, and it’s her turn to roll her eyes, “whatever, iwa. see you in a little bit.”

she pulls him into a hug, trying to tell him all her feelings at once, thanking him for his advice and for walking her here, and he’s quick to reciprocate it, rubbing her back for a second before they pull away. he gives her her shoes and waves her off, making sure she steps onto the playground before he leaves, and she sees him.

tonight, it seems they’ll be sitting on the top of the playset, above a tube that connects one platform to another. she steps up onto one of the platforms first, dropping her shoes on it before clambering on top of the structure.

he offers her a hand after watching her (probably ungraceful) climb which she hesitates to take for a second. her heart feels like it's trying to escape her chest as she takes it, the contact sending chills along her skin.

“hi,” she whispers after she's sat down, stealing a glance at him, unsure of where to start.

“hi,” he says back, already looking at her. he looks better than when she saw him last, but perhaps that's just because today has been better for him. there are still bags under his eyes that she can see despite the lack of light around them, but she can also see that his eyes look brighter today. she wants to mention it, say she’s glad to see that he looks like he's doing well today, but she shouldn’t. it’s too early–

“you look good today.”

the words spill out of her mouth and she immediately slaps a hand over it. she had drank more after texting him purposefully, knowing that it would mess with her ability to reason and this was the consequence, although she wasn't sure yet if it was a positive or negative one.

he laughs in response, giving her a small smile that she hasn’t seen in years. she missed seeing it; she missed him.

“thank you,” he says, holding her gaze and she’s unable to look away, “you look good too. although maybe a little drunk.”

her cheeks are burning red and she feels hot despite the fact that she was practically shivering the entire way here, latching onto iwaizumi and his body heat. “no i– well– yes, i have been drinking but i didn’t mean it that way– i mean you do look good–” she has to take a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, “i meant you look happier today, sorry.”

he’s still looking at her, smiling. and maybe it’s a tiny bit bigger than it was before, and she smiles back.

she has no idea it’s because of her–that he seems happier today. he’s only just found her again after so many years apart, and yet he’s glad she’s in his life again. this is only the second time they’ve seen each other after so long, and she’s already had this big of an impact on him. and maybe it was due to atsumu’s influence, and the way that he kept bringing her up, and how it had been their entire conversation over dinner, but he didn’t really care. he was happy to be talking about her again, and to see her again. they had been so close, and it felt strangely nostalgic whenever he saw her, as if he was a child again, tossing and turning on a bed stand, sick to his stomach for home.

but he had been homesick for her this entire time, and he didn’t want to talk about her as if their time together had passed; he wanted to be close to her again. but only if she let him: “that guy you came here with, are you guys–”

“oh, no no no,” she immediately cuts him off, shaking her head before he gets the wrong idea. “he’s just a friend. my roommates and i went out to dinner today and then we went drinking. he just didn’t want me to walk here alone.”

he nods, feeling strangely relieved to hear that. “i just came from eating out with my roommates, too. i cut it short because one of them was being annoying.”

she hums in thought, a smile breaking out on her face, “hm, that can’t possibly be atsumu, can it?”

he can’t even joke back, just rolls his eyes with a sigh at the mention of his friend.

“i just texted him earlier tonight. finally scolded him for setting up that entire meeting between us. i mean– who even thinks to do something like that?”

“just him. he’s got one brain cell working for him and it’s got a funny way of working,” sakusa responds, looking forward to the field in front of them. they used to spin around on that field, trying to stay standing the longest before they both fell onto wet grass, too dizzy to keep standing. “i think it worked out nice, but there were definitely other ways he could have planned that out.”

she can’t help but look at him, slightly surprised. so he was happy to see her? perhaps she should’ve understood that by now; here they were sitting side by side on an old playset. “yeah, it did,” she can’t help but say, not even thinking twice about agreeing with him. “and if you don’t mind me bringing it up, do you think you will come back for a second meeting? i was just wondering.”

“yeah, i’m thinking about it,” he answers, still not looking at her, and she thinks maybe she shouldn’t have asked the question. she’s brought the topic of conversation back to her job, and reminded herself of everything she shouldn’t be doing right now. she shouldn’t be doing any of this. she’s looking forward to seeing him in her office again, but she shouldn’t. she should be treating him as a client, not as an old face or a silly old crush. and she shouldn’t be seeing him outside of the office; it ruins that professional relationship she should be trying to maintain. she's giving into him too easily, even after he had been the one to accuse her of something hurtful upon their first words to each other in years.

a particularly cold wind blows through and she shivers, breathing in sharply as her shoulders raise towards her ears on instinct, trying to protect them from the cold. in her defense, she hadn't foreseen sitting on a playset in the middle of the night today and had not dressed accordingly.

“are you cold?” he asks, hand already reaching towards the open black jacket he was wearing, a plain white shirt underneath.

she’s looking at him, face completely blank. her mind is so far gone, thinking about countless other things, including every single way this interaction could go. ‘what was she even doing here? why did she agree to come?’ the moment he texted her she put up little to no resistance. she lasted one text, trying to set up a boundary between them to prevent herself from getting hurt and then completely dropped it. how could he be so casual about seeing her again? was their friendship something shallow to him? something he could easily replace or come back to?

he’s saying her name, and her mind returns to the boy in front of her, blinking twice before responding, “sorry. i was just thinking about something. i’m fine. you don’t need to give me your jacket or anything.”

“but if i want to?” he asks and this is where she failed last time, and will fail again, and will always fail, because she can never resist him.

“i–”

the jacket is already around her shoulders before she knows it. it’s warm, and the weight of it on top of her shoulders is comforting. the smell of him is enveloping all of her senses and her entire mind, and she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but it.

it was simple, and really not that heavy or distinctive of a smell. just clean clothes–his detergent, and maybe a hint of lemon or lavender. it was easy to get used to, and it had become familiar to her after being around him so long in the past, but she hadn’t smelled it in so long, she felt like she was suffocating now. with the smell came so many memories associated with him, and it took everything in her not to let out a shaky breath, giving away her emotions.

he didn’t know what to say, looking at her. her chin was resting on top of her knees, pulled up close against her chest, and her eyes were closed, brows furrowed as if she was trying desperately to hold something in. had he come off too strongly? he liked to think he still knew her, could read her mind, tell when she was cold, and when she needed something, but maybe he was wrong, or just moving too fast. maybe she didn’t feel the same way, and didn’t want to be friends again.

“thanks,” she murmurs finally, eyes opening again, although she’s staring at the ground below them, and he’s unsure of where to look–at her, or the ground as well.

“yeah,” he replies, and the conversation falls quiet between them again.

it’s almost comfortable between them. it would be if she wasn't feeling like she was ruining everything and only digging herself a bigger hole. maybe they went quiet because he was sick of her now, and regretted asking to see her. and should she even care or not? should she get up and leave right now? what was the right thing to do right now, objectively? not what was right according to her heart, but according to her head?

she should be keeping her distance from him, not allowing him to get closer, giving him the chance to hurt her again. he had let them get distant, she reminded herself. he had let their friendship crumble without saying a word, he didn’t see her the way she saw him, and she couldn’t rely on him to be there for her.

“how are you?” he breaks the silence, and the question sets off every nerve in her body. it’s like her mind is being torn in two, trying to find an answer to the simple question. it’s not really that simple– he’s asking it, referring to the last 10 years of her life, and he’s asking her to be vulnerable and share about herself, and she can’t do that.

“don’t do that to me,” she says, shutting her eyes again.

“do what?” he’s looking at her, at his jacket draped around her shoulders, and shoves his hands in his pockets, trying to hold himself back from reaching out to fix her hair, which has been slightly caught underneath the jacket. 

she lets out a heavy, quiet breath, “don’t ask me that��� like you care.”

“i do care,” he responds immediately, and she’s sure if she looked up at him, he’d be looking at her. but if she looks at him, she’ll break.

“we shouldn’t be doing this. we can’t be doing this. i shouldn’t be seeing you outside of my office. i listened to you talk about your struggles for an hour that you would've otherwise paid for if it wasn't the first meeting. you can’t turn around and ask how i am for free. that’s not fair. we should be nothing more than a therapist and a client. it’s easier for me to look at you that way because–” her voice gets caught in her throat for a second as she tries to talk confidently, but her voice gives away her feelings. she sounds like she’s on the verge of tears before they even reach her eyes, but she blinks through them, “because i look at you and still see what we used to be. but so much happened between us, and then you left, and that still hurts.”

‘then will you let me make it up to you? then can we go back to what we were before? and can we be more?’ the words are heavy in his head, and too forward to say out loud, but he has to say something. he has to say something now because he didn’t say anything back then.

he had always assumed that she had just been disappearing from his life altogether–from his notifications, the school hallways, and his walks home, but he realized now she had done that on purpose. she had purposely removed herself from his life so they would never see each other, and he had never stopped her. of course she hadn’t believed him, when he had said it was good to see her in her office, and of course she hadn’t fully understood what his ulterior motives were when he texted her out of the blue about wanting to see her again, because he had never showed how much he cared back then. but he had to tell her now that she was worth everything.

“i don’t mind paying it,” he ends up saying, and finally gets her to look at him, “i don’t mind paying to see you for an hour. i’d pay to be around you anyday, especially if you’re going to refuse to see me anywhere else, then i’ll just force you to put up with me for an hour every week.”

she laughs with a shake of her head, “you’re not forcing me to see you. i want to see you outside of that time…i just–i shouldn’t.”

“why not?” he can’t help but ask. “you’re still friends with atsumu, too. you text him outside of your appointments all the time.”

“yes but–” i like you more than a friend. hell, i’ve been in love with you for the past 10 years of my life. actually, probably for even longer, but who’s even counting at this point– she takes a deep breath again. she should leave soon, and think about this. she’s going to end up letting him convince her if she keeps listening to him, “maybe next time. i’ll tell you how i’ve been next time, okay?”

she’s giving him a next time, and he’ll take whatever he can get. they can start slow again. being her client is like being her acquaintance. people are always acquaintances before they’re friends; they can grow from here.

"when is next time?" he responds quickly, realizing it sounds like she’s going to stand up and leave soon, but he's not losing sight of her again.

she avoids looking at him, keeping her knees are pulled to her chest as she picks at the worn-down plastic of the playground tube they're sitting on, "i don't know, sakusa. i really need time to think about all of this. i don’t know what i’m doing here, or why i showed up tonight.”

her words feel like a burn in his lungs, but even when his sides are aching on his morning runs, he keeps going. "but you showed up anyway."

she finally looks at him, and he swears he could get lost in her eyes forever. he can’t believe he went through their entire friendship without telling her how beautiful she was, in every single way. he can’t believe he ever let go of her. perhaps that cliche saying was true, that you never know how important something really is until you lose it.

"i did," she echoes, continuing to stare into his own eyes.

"are you going to leave?" he asks, unable to look away.

she looks back down at the threads of green plastic she was pulling at, and his eyes follow. they used to meet at this playset all the time. during the summer, when she’d sleep over, they’d stay up until three in the morning, and then she’d nudge him about sneaking out. he used to worry about what would happen if his parents checked on them and saw that they were gone if they sneaked out, but she always ended up convincing him in the end. they rarely fought or had disagreements. with enough talking, they always managed to persuade the other to agree with them.

“i am. because we both need time to think. you need to think about if you’re going to see me again for therapy and i just need to think. about everything," she replies, and he watches her grab the edge of the tube, steadying herself as she moves to stand before he slides himself off the tube onto the ground below. it’s not that far of a drop for him now, although it was the scariest drop ever as a kid. now he stands eye level with most of the playset, but she's looking at him like it's still that big of a fall, mouth slightly agape in surprise.

“i’ll help you down,” he says with a smile and she blinks.

“no, i’m fine–” her words die out as he looks at her, brows raised in expectancy. this is what he meant: they were always able to push the other to do something, no matter how much they tried to resist in the beginning.

she lets out a sigh, trying to buy time as she fixes her skirt, preparing herself to slip off the tube. it really shouldn't be that scary, but she exclaims as she drops, barely registering the hands on the sides of her waist that catch her while her own clamp down on his shoulders.

her face is red as he lowers her down gently to the ground. whether it’s from the embarrassing noise she let out or the fact that he caught her, she’s not sure. maybe it’s both. even when he lets go of her, she can feel his hands on her still, as if they've been permanently etched into her skin. he’s looking down at her, and there’s a hint of playfulness in his eyes and the smile on his lips. he's too close to her, and she can't stop looking at his lips so she looks down at the ground instead, clutching at the jacket around her shoulders before she remembers it’s not hers.

“oh, here’s your jacket back,” she starts, moving to take off the piece of clothing before he stops her with a hand over he own.

“you can keep it for a little longer if you– if you let me walk you home,” he says, on the verge of losing all of his confidence, but he just can’t let go of her. he doesn't want to watch her leave, but he knows she needs a break.

she looks up at him, feeling like her lips are quivering with how nervous and flustered she feels, “you don’t have to do that, really. i can walk home by myself.”

“but if i want to?”

it’s a repeat of a conversation they had earlier, because she can never give him a complete no, and he always knows to take that as a yes.

she’s ruining everything she’s trying to do for herself right now. she’s trying to set a boundary between them, and horribly failing. because what if he walks her home, and he happens to live nearby again? what if they start to see each other more often? or worst of all, what if he ends up leaving again?

well what if he doesn’t?

oh, whatever.

fuck the what ifs.

they can try again.

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"it's gonna rain soon / and pull me back in.

"i had the words / you thought a hundred times

"oh darlin' / will you still walk me back home?'"

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extras <3

not really any extras! i just hope u enjoyed <3 and that this chapter was good and not too long or just a bunch of rambles!! i had like three ideas i had randomly wrote down and then just copied and pasted into this chapter and was trying to make them all fit 😭

IWAIZUMI AND Y/N HAVE A PLATONIC SIBLING-TYPE RELATIONSHIP!!! JUST MAKING THAT CLEAR also i'm a sucker for iwaizumi but that's besides the point

omi just kind of got up and left at some point during dinner when atsumu got tipsy and started talking to shoyo and bo. he said goodbye to osamu and then left

they all have each other's locations anyway and shoyo and bokuto trust him to know what he's doing

kita, akaashi, and iwa ended up going home soon after iwa got back from walking y/n to the park and then he and kita stayed up all night waiting for her to come home while akaashi was passed out <3

this fic lowkey goes a little bit off the rails!! but hopefully u guys enjoy it <33

AND I KEEP FORGETTING TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THIS I'VE KIND OF LOST IT NOW!! but y/n's pfp is a pufferfish because they symbolize protecting yourself and setting boundaries <3 interpret that as u will

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[alisonwritesimagines]

You'll Be Mine and I'll Be Yours ~LA!Mihawk Imagine~

Summary: Mihawk finally asks you to be his.

Author’s Note: Now that the live action One Piece officially announced who Crocodile and Robin is and I'm in the Skypiea arc on the anime, I am posting my drafts with my Enchanted series.

Based in my Enchanted Series

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: none, fluff

Do not repost this anywhere!

“Is it bad to say that I don’t want to go home yet? Or at least not sleep just yet?” You asked Mihawk one night.

He had come back to you from being gone for so long. You hated to admit that you missed him a lot. After a dinner together, you felt like you couldn't sleep or had the feeling of wanting to go to bed. For once, you wanted to stay up.

“Why’s that?”

“Don’t know. Just not feeling sleepy right now,” you tell him.

“Then how about we take a stroll?” Mihawk asked you.

“A stroll?”

“If you’re worried about it being dangerous, don’t. I will be joining you to make sure you don’t get hurt,” Mihawk tells you.

“I wasn’t worried. I knew you’d join me even if I said no. I know you follow me to make sure I’m safe.”

“I see you finally noticed.”

“Yeah. But I’m okay with a stroll. Come on,” you tell him.

You both walked along a path side by side. The stars glowed beautifully in the sky.

“So, what does a warlord like yourself have to gain?” You asked him. The full moon shined so brightly, you didn’t need a lantern to guide your way.

“Gain from what?”

“This small village. There’s nothing really here,” you pointed out.

“You’re here aren’t you?”

You looked at him, the blood rushing to your cheeks. It began to feel a little hot to you. Damn his words always somehow got to you.

“I guess.”

“What about you? You said you were alone. What do you have to gain staying here?” Mihawk asked you.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I just keep hoping my boys will come back to me.”

“Tell me about them,” Mihawk said.

“Well they’re both pirates now. One of them is just a boy who is determined to become King of the Pirates. I used to take care of him since he was a kid along with two others. And the other one is around our age. He is a captain of a pirate crew.”

“Was he your lover?”

“Yeah. He told me he’d come back but he hasn’t," you sighed softly.

“This ex lover of yours sounds like a fool,” Mihawk said.

“Why say that?”

“Because if I had a woman like you, I could never leave her and not come back,” Mihawk tells you. You stopped walking as you stared up at him.

“You don’t mean that,” you softly spoke. You didn't want your heart broken again by another pirate.

“I do. I could never leave a woman like you alone,” Mihawk said as he held your hand. You looked down at your hands before looking away.

“Maybe we should go back,” you tell him.

“If that’s what you want.”

You nodded before letting go of his hand and heading back to your home. The walk was silent besides your footsteps on the graveled path.

When you got back to your home, you felt Mihawk take your hand into his.

“Will you be mine?” Mihawk asked. You turned to face him. Mihawk got closer to you, caging you in between him and the front door.

“What?”

“Be mine? I've fallen for you Y/n. I know you have fallen for me as well. And I swear to you, I would never let anything happen to you,” Mihawk tells you.

"I don't want my heart broken again," you tell him.

"I will never hurt you. I'd die first before hurting you," Mihawk tells you.

“Alright. I’ll be yours,” you nodded at him.

“May I kiss you?” Mihawk asked you.

“Yes please,” You nodded. Mihawk cupped your cheek before leaning in to kiss you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. You felt Mihawk pull his hand away from your cheek and move down to your waist. He pulled you in closer as he kissed you.

You pulled away from the kiss for air. Mihawk gently pressed his forehead against yours, taking in a couple of deep breaths as well.

“Do you want to stay the night?” You asked him.

“If you’d have me,” Mihawk tells you. You nodded before turning around to open the door. You pulled Mihawk inside before shutting the door and locking it.

When you woke up, you smelled food. You noticed Mihawk wasn’t next to you, making you sit up. You got out of bed and walked to the front to see him cooking in your kitchen.

“Nice to see you awake,” you tell him.

“Morning. Breakfast will be ready in a moment,” Mihawk tells you.

“So we sleep in the same bed together for the first time and you make breakfast? Any other secrets I should know about you?” You teased.

“It’s not really a secret. You’re mine now remember? I have every intention to spoil you,” Mihawk tells you. You smiled before walking over to him and kiss his cheek.

“Aren’t you romantic,” you tell him.

"Only for you my love," Mihawk says to you before kissing your cheek.

"So what do you want to do today?" You asked him.

"I was hoping to help you get over your fear of the ocean," Mihawk asked.

"Why's that?" You asked unsure.

"You've been cooped up in here for too long my love. I'd like to show you the world if you let me," Mihawk said.

"Okay. You're gonna have to be patient with me though," you warned.

"Of course," Mihawk said, giving you a quick kiss.

[mariuniverses]

Okay but hunger games au where District 7 Giyuu is reaped when he’s 13. Not only that but he’s reaped with his older sister Tsutako, who was 17. A tragedy to send two siblings, but the capital eats up those tragedies. Tsutako vows to take care of Giyuu in the arena.

The arena is basically an island in the middle of the ocean. Luckily they grew up near a lake so they know how to swim and fish fairly well, not as good as the kids from district 4, but they’re better off those from the landlocked districts. They get far into the games by staying hidden, but that never last long. As the days go by and the tributes drop the island sinks slowly into the ocean. With not much land to hide in they get attacked. They manage to make it into top 3. Tsutako knows there could only be one person who gets out there alive, so she drags the other surviving tribute down with her into the ocean.

Giyuu comes out of the games obviously very traumatized. He’s the first victor of the district, meaning he’ll be mentoring the next tribute alone at the mere age of 14. It’s a kid his age, Sabito. He honestly doesn’t know how to help the kid, he only scraped by because of his sister, but Sabito is strong, he’s capable. They become quite close in those 3 days. Sabito tells him to not beat himself up over his sister’s death. She sacrificed herself for him to live, it was a message to the capital. That they wouldn’t break her and force her to kill her own brother. He says he has no intention of dying in that arena, nor becoming a puppet for the capital.

Giyuu believes him. Sabito survives for a while, he gains a lot of sponsors like medicine and food. He makes it to the top 2, against a boy from 1. Sabito is quick, but the boy from 1 is stronger. He crushes Sabito’a skull with his bare hands. Giyuu watches in horror. He tries his best to stay together, that next year he’ll get his tribute out of the games to train them better. But each year it’s repeat, it slowly chips away at him. Each year he gains more blood on his hands as his tributes die. They’re always so close but are taken out at the very last second. He becomes quite a shell of a man, he tries his best to suppress his feelings about the games, all his guilt, all his sadness, all his rage. He doesn’t want to show the capital that it affected him. He also didn’t want to show the tributes who he was supposed to take care of any weakness either. He tries his best to not care for them, never getting close. It makes tributes think that he doesn’t care about them, until they receive so many sponsors in the arena. Because as much as he tries not to care, he’s not going to just let them die.

5 years after he wins his game, he’s 17. This years tribute is a tiny girl, who was 15. Shinobu, who volunteered for her older sister Kanae who was 17. He didn’t believe it when it happened, he’s convinced this girl is crazy. He tries not to feel hopeful, a girl with this drive could surely get through the games if it was just mental, but she’s tiny, small, and weak. She wouldn’t survive.

She hates his attitude. She’s scared for her life too, but the games weren’t all about brute strength. She shows high intelligence. She knows herbs and plants very well. She knows which are poisonous, which are safe to eat, and some that can even relieve pain and heal wounds. She makes it to the top 3. Giyuu tries not to have expectations. He’s been there before. She’s a favorite, but not the one most people bet on winning. She’s cornered by a boy from district one, Douma, a cruel boy who took pleasure in the games. He has her pinned to a wall, chocking her with his hands. She’s close to passing out when she manages to reach for the knife she tucked in her boot and stabs him in the stomach. He flinches, it doesn’t kill him as it’s a tiny dagger, as he’s laughing at her he starts spewing out blood. His grip weakens and she’s able to catch her breath. She reveals she had coated the knife with a poison that kills when entered into your bloodstream.

She becomes the first female victor of 7. Giyuu is awed. They get closer as they mentor more tributes, and lose tributes. She learns about his story, she shares how she volunteered because it her sister’s last year to be eligible for reaping. Her sister was the best person she knew, she would do anything for her. They both hate the capital run by president Muzan, she’s especially more loud about it. She only dials it back when Muzan kills her sister. He obviously makes it look like an accident and as a warning to her as she has other sisters. It makes her blood boil, but she likes Giyuu learns to mask it. She’s smart woman, the time isn’t right yet.

That is until the day Nezuko is reaped. And her brother Tanjiro volunteers so he can help his sister. He vows that he will get both of them out.

Okay I need to stop😭

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Caught In A Web ~ 29

CAUGHT IN A WEB MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,313ish

Summary: You and Tony talk.

Notes: This is the last official chapter. There will be a few one shots after this that have to do with a proposal, marriage, etc. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

“Fury’s taking Rumlow to Raft,” Steve stated as the Team gathered in the common room. “The rest of the agents are under FBI custody.”

You were lying against Tony, with his arm holding you there. Everyone else was sitting and standing around.

“I’ll have a construction crew here in the morning to fix whatever’s broken,” Tony said. “Might want to find a different place to stay until then.”

“I’ll fly anyone who wants to go to the Tower tonight,” Natasha offered.

“Y/N and I are staying at a hotel tonight. I’ll cover whoever wants to do the same.”

“I think we all want to sleep in our own beds,” Sam glanced around as he spoke, “Right guys?”

“Yeah.” / “All I can think about.” / “Yes.”

“Then we’ll get going,” Tony said, pulling you up to stand with him. 

“Be safe, kids!” Bucky shouted as Tony pulled you out of the room.

“Tony, are you sure that we should be going?” You asked as he continued to lead you toward the garage. “Maybe we should—“

“Nope. Not going to hear it,” Tony shook his head. “Our bags are still in the trunk from weeks ago. We are going to a hotel. We are talking more, and we are going to have lots of sex.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Lots of sex?”

“You don’t have to do anything; I’ll do all the work.”

That got you laughing harder. “We can do whatever, Tony, but I will need food.”

“We can order the whole room service menu.” He stopped and pulled you into him by your waist. “I…” He kissed your lips. “Just���” And then kissed them again. “Need…” And again. “You.” One last brief kiss. “So get in the car before I take you right here, and I don’t care who sees.”

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“I shouldn’t have left,” Tony whispered as the two of you cuddled. 

The two of you had sex and then cleaned each other off before Tony asked to cuddle. His fingers couldn’t stop gently moving over your skin as he held you, like he had to ensure you were there.

“We should have just talked to each other,” you said, tracing the scars on his chest where his arc reactor once sat.

Tony nodded, kissing your forehead. “I’m not leaving you again.”

You nodded, thinking for a quiet moment. “Tony…”

“Yes, dear?”

“I want to be an Avenger.”

You could feel him tense and hear his heart beat faster. You moved so that you were lying on top of him more, able to see his face.

“I know that I said that I didn’t want to,” you continued, “but I can’t handle the thought of you going on missions and me not being by your side.”

“Honey—“

“You can’t talk me out of this one, Tony. I’m serious. I’ll still work in the lab and put in extra hours of training. I won’t go on every mission, just small ones at first, and I—“ 

Tony’s hand came up and gently covered your mouth. “It’s my turn to get a few words in.” You nodded. Tony’s hand moved to hold your face. “I hate every idea that puts you in harm’s way. But… I’ll—If it’s what you really want, I’ll learn to be okay with it. Being an Avenger will require you to be put in the public eye more, you understand that?”

“I do.”

“And you’re sure?”

“Tony,” you leaned your forehead against his, “as long as you’re by my side, I’ll be okay.”

“You have to let me know if it’s too much for you.”

“I will. And you have to take breaks, we’ll take breaks together. We’ll spend time in that mansion you’re building and—“

“I’ll build us a little cabin. Maybe near the Compound, next to the river.”

“That sounds amazing. Maybe we could even get a dog?”

“I’m not really a dog person… what about an alpaca?”

That got you laughing. “An alpaca? What do you do with an alpaca?”

“I don’t know, they’re cool.”

“That’s it? They’re cool?”

“I’ll come up with a better reason once the cabin is built.”

With a small smile, you rested your head against his chest. “Can we stay here for a few days? Just us? We need it.”

Tony kissed your head. “We can stay however long you want.”

~~~

You and Tony didn’t leave the hotel room for three days. It was great having time for the two of you without any distractions. The two of you returned to the Tower to meet with everyone about your decision to be an Avenger. Tony held your hand tightly the entire time, proving to you that he wasn’t as okay with it as he led on.

The next days were a blur of activity as you and Tony had to prepare for a press conference. The two of you needed to confirm your relationship, and then the plan was to reveal your superhero identity. The press wouldn’t be allowed to ask questions, and you were promised that you could quickly leave once the script was read. Everyone did what they could to prepare you for being in front of a large group of people, with it also being broadcast worldwide. Very few things could replicate the scenario you would be put in.

“I can’t do this,” you shakily whispered as you stood outside the Tower press room with Tony. 

Tony’s hands found your arms, pulling you closer to him before he began rubbing his hands up and down. “I’ll be right there the whole time. We’re just following a script—“

“You won’t go off it?”

Tony shook his head. “I won’t, just for you.” He kissed your forehead. “If you want, I can say everything and you can just stand at my side.”

“I should say something… I should announce who I am…”

“You don’t have to. Not if it’s too much. Let me know if it’s too much. Okay?” You nodded as Tony leaned in for a kiss. “I love you. We got this. You got this.”

“Love you, too.”

Tony shot you a smile before taking your hand and guiding you into the press room. The press was shouting questions, and cameras were flashing. Tony led you up a few steps and over to the podium on the stage. Your hands were growing sticky due to the nerves but Tony only held tighter. Your eyes quickly caught sight of the teleprompter in front of you.

“Okay, everyone, pipe down,” Tony ordered. The press quieted as everyone took their seats. “Thank you for coming. I know there has been a lot of press surrounding what we are here to discuss. We appreciate all of you willing to listen and not ask questions at this time. First, this is my wonderful girlfriend, Y/N L/N.” You had to force yourself not to look away in embarrassment. “As I said in my original statement not too long ago, we are still asking for privacy around our relationship.”

“Our second announcement will be more of a surprise,” continued Tony. “Today, I am pleased to announce a new member of the Avengers.” The anticipation in the room grew. “This new member is fearless in the face of danger, brilliant, and will be a household name—no more than me, of course.” That got the press to laugh. “This new member has abilities like we haven’t seen and has already been training with the Team for months now. Her hero name is Spider-Woman and she has been fighting crime and protecting the innocent before our paths crossed. It is actually how we met.” 

You could feel that the press was beginning to sense where this was headed. You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you missed your prompt to go and Tony’s loving gaze. He squeezed your hand gently, and you pulled yourself out of it.

“Yes, it is,” you said, reading the prompter, trying not to sound nervous. “I am Spider-Woman and it’s an honor to join the Avengers.”

The press erupted in cheers and applause. You smiled before looking at Tony. There were still words on the teleprompter for you to say, but Tony could tell that you were done.

“That is all we have time for today,” Tony stated. “Thank you  for coming.”

The press stood up, shouting questions as Tony pulled you out of the room. The other members of the Team were out there, smiling proudly at you. 

“Good job, Y/N,” Steve said.

“You did great out there, kid,” Bucky told you next.

“Thanks,” you replied softly, still overwhelmed by the attention.

“We’ll be in the lab if anyone needs us,” Tony stated, guiding you away.

When the two of you arrived, Tony had FRIDAY lock the lab and took you over to his workstation. 

“Sit,” he told you.

“Tony, we’re stuck together again,” you said as you sat on the stool. “I’m sorry I can’t control it.”

“Honey, please stop apologizing for it.” He lifted your stuck hands and kissed the back of yours. He opened a drawer and pulled out a spray bottle of dark blue liquid. “Bruce and I have been working on this. It should allow us to separate without hurting either of us.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“Then Bruce was right, and we should have brought the idea to you.” 

You laughed. “Well, let’s see if it works then.”

Tony sprayed the liquid along the sides of your connected hands. He put the spray bottle down before the two of you began slowly pulling your hands apart.

“It worked,” you smiled. “Thank you, Tony, for everything.”

“Only for you, spidey-girl.”

~~~

You were surprised at how calm everything was in the days that followed. You could only assume that it was Tony’s doing, and you were grateful for it. You continued on your usual routine: training, working in the lab, and, of course, spending time with Tony.

“I think it looks great, Tony,” you told him. You were currently sitting in his lap. He was holding a tablet in front of the two of you, and you were looking at a house plan that he had designed.

“You’ve said that about every design I’ve shown you,” he whined.

“They’ve all been great. I’m good with any of them.”

“If this is supposed to be our house, I want you to have a say.”

“I’m good with whatever. Surprise me.”

Tony scoffed. “I hate that.”

“But you love me.” You kissed his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“It really bugs you that I don’t have an opinion?”

“It’s fine.” He gently pushed you off of him and stood up. “I’ll just go design and house while worrying that I’m messing everything up.”

“Tony—“

“It’s fine.” He waved you off. “I’ll be in the lab.”

You sighed as Tony disappeared. Tony had been full of anxiety about anything that had to do with the Malibu house or the new house in the woods in the Compound. You knew it was due to the fact that he wanted both houses to be perfect. You needed to do something to help ease his anxieties.

~~~

“Excuse me, Boss, but there’s an incoming message for you,” FRIDAY told Tony.

“Ignore it, FRI,” he responded, reworking the new house plans yet again. 

“I believe that you’ll want to see it.” The AI changed the tablet he was working on to show a note from you.

Tin man, time to take a break. Meet me at our old spot. Don’t be late. ~ Spidey girl.

Tony smirked as he read it before getting excited. He practically tripped over his own two feet as he rushed to get a suit on. He had to bite at his lip in order to keep himself from having his suit break the sound barrier on his way through the city. As the building came into few, so it you. You were wearing your new suit, since Tony insisted on making changes to it since you wore it last, and you were perched on the edge of the building.

“Hope I’m not late,” he commented as he landed behind you.

“Right on time,” you replied.

You pushed yourself off of the building, allowing yourself to free fall for a moment before shooting a web and swinging off. 

“Catch me if you can, tin man,” you taunted.

Tony immediately took the challenge, having FRIDAY plot the best way to get to you. The two of you smiled and laughed as you swung away, and Tony flew after you. It felt wonderful to get back to old experiences. The two of you hadn’t been able to do something like this since you were brought back to the Tower, and your secret was out to the Team. That seemed like many lifetimes ago now.

“Better watch it, honey,” Tony said, “I’m catching up.”

You could hear his suit’s thrusters behind you. “Too bad you need a suit to keep up with me, old man.”

“Now that was just mean, sweetheart.”

“You had it coming,” you laughed. 

You swung around the corner just as Tony took hold of a web you had just launched. You yelped as you were suddenly yanked upward. Before you could catch yourself, you landed in Iron Man’s arms.

“Got you,” he said before flying off.

Tony flew you to the Tower, landing on the top of it. He set you on your feet but kept his metal hands on your waist. You placed your hands on his shoulders as the two of you looked at each other through your masks.

“I think I won,” Tony said. You could hear the smirk on his lips. “What’s my prize?”

Your mask disappeared into your suit, a new feature thanks to your boyfriend. “A prize? Am I not enough?”

His helmet disappeared. “Enough? You’re perfect. My perfect, spidey girl.”

next chapter >

[ninyard]

okayy jer sibling thoughts: for a minute i was toying with the idea that bryson isn't the brother cat was talking about when she says jeremy's older brother is an asshole, that there's another older brother maybe in prison? explaining the anxiety about being recognized by cops and his family's obsession with image (gotta crack down pretty hard when you already have a kid in prison). obviously jeremy doesn't get on with bryson, but he doesn't get on with annalise either (albeit not to the same extent as bryson) and cat doesn't say anything about her. granted, her wording of "/the/ older brother" implies bryson is the only one and therefore the asshole, but the other brother being in prison is still possible. if bryson *is* the bad one, i think he likely hurt jeremy at some point. i'm thinking about lucas and jeremy's phone convo where jeremy asks if lucas feels safe with grayson and lucas says "he's my brother" and jeremy says "that's not what i asked"... the exchange feels pointed imo

I didn’t even realise that interaction between Lucas and Jeremy was…significant but now that you point it out to me oh my GOD is it relevant it’s SO pointed.

This just gives me an opportunity to share my Jeremy’s Family Situation Theory okay so in this theory: (reposted it here)

- Jeremy has an estranged oldest brother

- This brother goes by their father’s surname and not Knox

- Jeremy’s brother was also on the Trojans (but this may or may not be dependent on them having different surnames)

- Jeremy’s brother was homophobic

So I have a few theories about the Banquet incident and one that’s a mess of a bunch of different theories and it’s this: picture Older Brother. Older brother is a 4th year Trojan, he’s well liked, but he’s kind of an asshole in private. His dad is Jeremy’s dad - but he grew up with a different surname, because their parents were still together/married by the time he was in school. Jeremy and his sister became Knox kids after their mother married into the Knox family. The older brother was old enough and refused to change from his father’s surname. He tried to fit in with the Knox family but he knows he’s kind of a black sheep for it. He’s the one that’s excluded from public facing recognition, because he’s not a Knox.

SO

Jeremy gets scouted for the Trojans while his brother is still there, and to have his baby brother on the team was INFURIATING to him. He didn’t get along with Jeremy already, but to have him on this team. Oh, he hated Jeremy for that. But the key thing here is he never revealed that Jeremy was his younger brother. He threatened Jeremy as well, and told him to keep his mouth shut, and tell NO ONE that they were related.

Along comes the fall banquet. Jeremy is out as a gay man and has been for quite a while. It’s a bone of contention in his family but ultimately they accept it as long as he is quiet about it, and it doesn’t interfere with their political or public image. But Jeremy’s oldest brother never supported Jeremy and regularly insulted him or bullied him over it. So, Jeremy is out, and he decides to bring a man to the banquet. 1) his mother begged him not to. 2) his sister begged him not to. 3) everyone in his family begged him not to. But he refuses to hide who he is or pretend to be straight for the sake of their image. In the end there’s nothing they can do, and he goes with this man.

Jeremy, little freshman Jeremy, rolls up to the banquet with a man on his arm. It’s 2003, maybe 2004. It’s a huge deal. Jeremy’s older brother doesn’t know he is bringing said man to the banquet, and he fucking glares at him all night. He’s so angry. By the time the tables get moved, he plucks up the courage to cross the hall to Jeremy. Calls him a very unsavoury slur starting with an F and Jeremy hits his brother, he punches him square in the face. He would’ve hit him again, but they get pulled apart and he can’t. Theres witnesses. And still nobody knows they’re related. The brother leaves him alone, Jeremy promises to stay away from him, and the night continues.

Jeremy steps outside to get some air, and unbeknownst to him his brother follows him. An altercation ensues, and eventually they start PUMMELLING each other. His brother hits him first, Jeremy hits him back, there’s blood and bruises and now more witnesses as Jeremy’s brother beats him the fuck up. Somebody called the cops, and the cops have to separate them. They ask Jeremy if he wants to press charges; he says yes. He says he wants it to be reported as a hate crime. They ask his brother if he wants to press charges for assault, and he says yes. So they both get arrested.

Where I think Jeremy’s fear of cops comes from, or lack of trust, or hatred for them, is how he was treated that night. The cops tell him they need a reason to charge his brother with a hate crime, he tells them he’s gay, and he gets treated like SHIT. They search him for no reason, they’re looking for any reason they can to make him uncomfortable or drop the charges. They’re asking him did he do anything to deserve it? Did he antagonise his brother? Has he been drinking? They make him really fucking uncomfortable and upset. by the time his mom bails him out he’s ready to drop the charges, but decides not to. The brother goes to stay with his father, Jeremy goes home, and the Knox family pay A LOT of money to keep this quiet. They don’t charge Jeremy with assault, but maybe they tell his mom there’s nothing they can do about Jeremy’s charges against his older brother if he won’t drop them.

Proceed to the reaction from USC; they recognise it as a hate crime and Jeremy doesn’t get kicked out of school, but he does get a very stern warning and maybe gets benched for a while. His brother on the other hand loses everything: there’s an active hate crime charge against him, he brutally assaulted a freshman while representing the team, and he gets removed from the team and expelled from the university. The Knox family have no choice but to estrange him further than he already was - so he’s totally out of the picture.

Jeremy tore the family apart because of his refusal to drop the charges, then him dropping the charges and instead getting a no-contact/restraining order against his brother means that while he’s living there the brother cannot be in the picture. So brother who is already a black sheep for not being a Knox, is now no longer welcome in the family home (except for when Jeremy is not in the house - if he’s not estranged, possibly he visits on the weekends, or lives there during the summer? And that’s why Jeremy doesn’t live at home during those times?)

The scandal is that he caused a team member to be removed from the team as a freshman, his sister who doesn’t like him that much anyway can now no longer see her brother, and she stopped supporting Jeremy’s matches because of it. He tore the family apart because of his insistence on being “GAY HATE CRIME VICTIM”. They bullied him into not seeking justice - and his sibling hate him for this whole incident. They don’t agree with him being gay because of their political affiliations, his older brother lost HIS older brother because of him, his sister lost him too. Idk

Does this even make sense? Is it far fetched? I don’t know I don’t care I just had to get this off my chest. I could talk about my theories FOREVER. This is just. A quick short summary of the possibility of an oldest brother who’s no longer in the Knox Family Picture.

[ohtobeleah]

My Future & Past // Javy Machado

Summary: You left Javy at the altar three years ago. In that time he put him back together again and moved on. But what happens when you show up in North Island looking to apologise for your actions.

Warnings: Mentions of ovarian cancer. Left at the altar. Relationship breakdown. Javy Machado x F!reader. Platonic Jake Seresin x F!reader.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author Note: Day Seventeen of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: “You look at little pale”. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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Jake Seresin had known Javy Machado for the better half of his life. Hell, he knew the man before the pair of them became Hangman and Coyote, that’s how long the pair had known each other. 

So to say when your name and number appeared on Jake's phone like he’d been sucked right back into the past, you just had to know bile rose in the back of his throat and beads of sweat appeared across his forehead. 

“Hey, I know it’s been a while but I really need to talk to you. Is now a good time?” 

Jake looked up from where he was sitting, perched up near the pool table where he could more often than not be found. His heart sank into his chest when his eyes landed on his best friend with his beautiful growing family. His wife of eight months Laura and his three month old daughter Millie. Javy Machado had very much moved on. He’d rebuilt everything you broke when you left him at the altar. And Jake wasn’t sure if he should give you the option to possibly ruin that:

Because deep down Jake Seresin knew if you walked back into Javy Machados life? He’d leave everything behind for you. 

“If you give me ten minutes I’ll call you.” Jake replied. He was going to leave it at that, but broke his golden rule and doubled texted. 

“I’m not gonna stop you from seeing him, but I need you to know that he’s happy now. Jav’s got a wife and kid now.”

Jake pocketed his phone just after he saw the three little bubbles that indicated you were typing back. He hated the way his chest felt so tight. Knowing that you wanted to talk after so long really had Jake's head spinning—he’d once considered you a sister. But then you left his best friend at the altar without any reason or explanation for your actions. 

“I’m gonna head out for the night.” Jake mentioned as he intruded on the new family that were enjoying a little night out. “I’ll see you Monday man.” 

“Yeah, seeya later man, I'll catch up with you.” Javy and Jake both said their goodbyes with parts on the backs and respective handshakes before Jake leaned in to kiss Laura on the cheek. She was as kind as they came. 

“You look really good mama.” Jake cooed as he said his goodbyes to his best friend's wife. “And little Miss Millicent here is just the most precious thing.” She was sleeping in Laura’s arms. Completely milk drunk and dreaming of whatever babies dream about when they’re that old. “Text me when you’re home safe.” 

“Will do Jake, will do.” He was the single cocksure uncle, but Jake was a part of the Machado family. He always had been. He had a place at the dinner table, clothes in the spare room and a half finished decking project in the Machados back yard. He was every bit a part of the family. “Drive safe, text when you get home too.” 

“Always—“ 

Jake made his way out to his truck, the second his door was shut behind him he was pressing on the contact he never had enough courage to delete. Yours. Had it really been three years? 

“I can explain everything.” Jake could tell you were crying. “Jake you have to just listen to me okay.” He hadn’t heard your voice in three entire years. “Please give me a chance to explain—“

“Y/n you left my best friend at the fucking altar what could you possibly say that could explain that?”

Jake sighed as he ran his free hand through his blonde locks. The Hard Deck looked simply beautiful tonight, with festoon lights illuminated the entire scene. “There’s nothing you could say that could make that okay, he loved you, I loved you, and you just—“ That’s when Jake's heart sank, that’s when you interrupted and finally told Jake Seresin what made you leave Javy, the absolute love of your life, at the altar the day you were supposed to marry him, you best friend. 

“Jake, I have ovarian cancer.” You told him in a rush. The silence that fell between the phone call had you wanting to throw up. “I found out the morning of.” You explained, it still felt all too much to handle—but you’d been doing this all on your own ever since you ran out. “My doctor rang, it was urgent and she told me point blank it wasn’t good—I panicked, I couldn’t do that to Javy.” 

“He would have loved you regardless—“ Jake felt awful, he really did. He couldn’t begin to imagine what you had gone through. But he had seen what you leaving had done to Javy and that was enough to have his guard up. That pain alone was enough to keep his wits about himself. Jake liked you, he always had—he saw the good in everything you did for everyone around you. So when you left his best friend heartbroken he knew it was so far out of your character that something had to have been wrong. And turns out there was—you just never told them. You never told anyone, you had simply just disappeared into thin air. 

“Not when my prognosis was six months.” 

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It felt weird being in North Island, like you were intruding on your ex’s life. You owed him an explanation though, even if it was coming out of nowhere. With the prognosis changing and your life expectancy unexpectedly growing with the treatment and your body's response to therapy, you felt a burning need to apologies to the man who was still and always would be the love of your life. 

“She's just the cutest little thing.” Bob cooed as Laura held her sleeping newborn in the shade of the beach umbrella that had been set up for the two of them for the day. “She's getting so big.” 

“I know–” Laura cooed down at her little girl. “She makes time go a little faster, that's for sure. I wish I could just slow it down, stop her from growing up.” You could see the group from the decking of the Hard Deck. A game of Dogfight football was well underway and of course, Javy was running around without a shirt, looking all kinds of god-like. 

You really missed him, hell he didn't deserve what you did to him. He didn't deserve to believe he wasnt enough for you when in reality he was everything and then some. 

“I thought I told you to wait?” Jake sighed as he came up beside you, a beer in hand as per usual. “Y/n– now isn't the time.” 

“Is that his wife?” You didn't bother acknowledging Jake's statement and simply pressed on with your own as Javy caught the sight of Jake, his best friend, up on the deck with someone he didn't recognise at first. But soon enough he was stopping in his tracks. “She's really pretty.” 

“She's good people.” Jake replied sternly. “And she doesn't deserve the scene that will play out if Javy sees you here, you should probably just go home and ill tell Javy to come over for Beers a little later tonight and the two of you can talk then.” But it was already too late for that, Javy had spotted you and you had spotted him. You sent him a small, nonthreatening wave and soft smile but all he did was remain still–hoping that if he stayed still enough, you wouldn't see him. 

“You alright Coyote?” Rooster asked as he handed him the ball. “You look a little pale?” 

You couldn't be here. It surely had to be the heat playing tricks on him, like you were some sort of mirage that his mind had made up. You weren't here, you couldn't be, you left and he hadn’t heard from you since. It was an impossible idea his mind had surely made up under the influence of the sun's rays. 

“Who's Jake with?” Javy thought if Rooster knew, maybe the idea of you would fade away into the back of his mind. He’d locked any and all memories of you in the back of his mind, forever to be kept in the dark, you had broken his heart and he swore he’d never recover. But he had, he had a beautiful wife and a beautiful little girl to show for it. He was happy. 

“I dunno but she's kinda hot.” Rooster chuckled, not knowing anything about you or who you were. “Dunno man, probably just a badge bunny in town.” Javy Machado had looked death straight in the eye, he had free fallen from heights you wouldn't believe. He had been on suicide missons and come back from the brink of death–but none of that compared to the fear he felt in his heart when he put one foot in front of the other. Taking heavy stride up the beach with his mind racing of the day you left him behind. 

The silence had been so deafening the moment he relised you weren't coming down that aisle. And as he made his way up towards the Hard Deck, the look Jake gave him was something very similar to the look he had given him when he was tasked with telling his best friend you were gone without a trace. He felt the heaviness before he made it to the steps, nothing could compare to this feeling. 

No mission could make Javy Machado as fearful and as angry as he was right now, looking you right in the eyes, the eyes he once thought he’d spend the rest of his life looking into, seeing a future in. 

“Hey Ja–”

“What the fuck?” It was the first thing his brain could conjure up. “What are you doing here?” You could feel your heart beating ridiculously fast inside your chest. Your lungs felt like they were on fire, ignited by a burning desire to leap forward and kiss the man you loved so dearly. 

“I uh–” You had to clear your throat as you looked at Jake who just stepped back, he didn't want to be a part of this any more than he already was. He had given you a place to stay, he’d listened to what you had to say and even he was still on the fence about it all. But he sympathised. He wasn't sure what he would have done if it was him in your shoes. But this wasn't his fight, this wasn't his heartbreak, this was between you and Javy. “I needed to see you, just to talk, I owe you an apology–” 

“You left me on our wedding day!” Javy hissed as he stepped up the three wooden stairs that led up to where you stood. “What could possibly explain that besides the fact you didn't love me enough to want to marry me!” 

Laura could hear her husband from afar. She knew about you. Javy had been very open and honest about who you were to him and what you did. She had helped rebuild the man you broke and the idea you were here, made her blood boil. But she wasn't about to intervene–she trusted her husband more than she trusted herself. 

“Can we go somewhere and talk?” You could feel all eyes on you as you looked past Javy and saw what you could only assume was his entire team and family looking up at the deck. “A little more private?” 

“No.” Javy growled. “NO you came here to talk so lets fucking talk Y/n, you left me! You just walked away like I didn't matter, like we didn’t share a life, like I didn't love you with everything I had and I wanna know the goddamn reason!” 

“It's complicated.” You could feel the tears welling in your eyes but you knew you had to be honest. You had come all this way. “I had some health complications.” 

“Health complications that you couldn’t tell your almost husband about?” Javy scoffed at the thought. “Come on Y/n give it a break, we were together for five years!” You didn't need to be reminded of how much time you spent with Javy. You knew. “I loved you!” 

“I WAS DYING!” You just came out and said it, it was better to rip the band-aid off right? Get it out in the open. “I have Ovarian cancer Javy, I found out the morning of our wedding and I panicked, I freaked the fuck out and ran! I'm not proud of what I did and I never meant to hurt you! But I was told I was dying and I couldn't do that to you!” The world Javy had created in his mind began to crumble around him. He thought maybe you'd gotten cold feet because you didn't love him enough to marry him, he thought perhaps you'd run off with some guy you met, hell he even decided one night after a few too many drinks that you were dead–now he wished he never thought that. 

“And what?” Javy hissed through a frown so prominent it cut straight through your heart. “You thought that I wouldn't? Love you?” He asked condescendingly as rage ran rampant in his heart. 

“I didn't want to be a bourbon!” Your tears fell freely. “I didn't want you to watch me die, it wasn't fair to do that to you.” Jake watched on from a distance as your heart shattered into a million pieces on the decking boards. Javy was fuming, he loved you so much once, hell he’d never truly stopped. “I didn’t want to force you into becoming a caretaker, you deserved better than that and I didn’t want to make you suffer in our marriage.”

“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t be there for you–” Javy turned his back on you so that you wouldn't see him cry. He didn't want you to know that you could still have him dropping to his knees and mostly importantly, he didn't want you to ever know that he would give up the family he made in a heartbeat if it meant that he could be with you. 

“I didn’t want you to shackle yourself to a dying woman!” It was the god honest truth of the matter, you didn't want Javy to marry you just to end up losing you. That in your mind was worse than the cruel fate you'd been dealt. 

“I LOVED YOU. It was supposed to be for better or worse, in sickness and health, until we died!! I would have been there for you, WITH you, every single day. And I would have loved you until the very end! Hoping and praying that you would get better! But YOU took that choice away from me!” 

“I”M SORRY!!! I was just trying to do the right thing! I was trying to protect you!” 

“Yeah, well look at how that turned out.” Javy had nothing left to give you, he had no fight left inside him. “I'm done here.” He hissed. “You wanted to die alone, then die alone Y/n, I didn't need this, this apology that only benefited you and your narrative.” Jake had to agree, Javy truly didn't need it. “You broke me, and that woman down there and my beautiful daughter and these people, they put me back together after you broke me, and I won't let you near me ever again so that you can do it again.” 

You watched on broken hearted as Javy gathered his family and left. He looked your way just one more time before he truly left the woman he used to love and if he was being completely honest with himself, still does, crying on the deck. 

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[Author Note] I concepted this idea with @callsignspark & we both agree the wife ends up at Jakes doorstep to confront the reader and tells you to leave. Only for Javy to show up three hours later after you’ve gone willing to throw his whole marriage away to love you again.

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[hotheadedhero]

Crushing New Dreams

AN: I didn't know if I was going to be able to make a Mikey angst as heartbreaking as what I've got lined up for the other turtles but, you know what? I think I managed just that and it might be angstier than all of them. For the record, I won't blame you for hating me after this one because it's a doozy

All characters are aged up

Michelangelo x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, broken hearts, prospect of death, abortion, angst

In the two years that you and Michelangelo have been together, you have never made a point of being safe in the bedroom. You can’t say that either of you airs on the side of caution when it comes to such things. One may call it reckless but in your time as an established couple, you’ve both agreed that condoms don’t feel that great. 

Then, the reward of your shared recklessness bestowed itself in the form of a late period and constant nausea. It took a week until you felt the need to take a test and the quick reveal of that first line left you in quiet shock for the remainder of that hour. You and Mikey had never talked much about having kids or when you would want them but you find yourself liking the idea of a family. Whether he wants the same or not is a mystery. There’s only one way to find out.

You text him on your way to the lair, mildly hinting at having some news for him. It isn’t a long walk but one that seems to drag out with every press of your heel along the sewer floors. Assuming the worst isn’t a common occurrence but you can’t help feeling as though something about this is going to go wrong. What if he isn’t ready for this kind of commitment? Would it be too much pressure and ultimately scare him away? Breathe. You remind yourself to just breathe and avoid jumping to negative conclusions. 

Only when you’re standing in front of him do you realise that this is going to be a lot more difficult than you initially anticipated. Your tongue suddenly feels like a foreign object in your mouth and you stammer quietly whilst you try to find your words. Luckily, Mikey is remarkably patient when it comes to your nerves and gently encourages you to keep trying, ensuring you that everything is fine. Had you not alluded to this matter revolving around your amazing sex life with a bashful smile, he might have been worried that you came here to break up with him. With every awkward attempt to explain the situation, he brings the pieces together on his own accord. You barely even utter the word ‘pregnant’ before he has you lifted from the ground, arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“You for real?!” he asks and the excitement is so clear, so present that all you can do is smile and nod. “I’m gonna be a dad!”

The world melds into a blur as he whirls you both around, flits of joy barrelling so loudly from your mouths that his family surely must hear. When he returns you to your feet, he dashes out to let them know that they’re going to be uncles. Those doubts from before are more than a memory, seizing to exist entirely as you listen to the elated voices from inside Mikey’s room. Raphael makes a comment about needing all the luck you can get with their youngest brother becoming a father but you know he means well in his own way. Soon after, you decide to join them. The lit-up faces remarking their congratulations set a cozy warmth around your heart and you couldn’t feel luckier. It starts to beat erratically, however, and you resort to holding the back of the couch to steady yourself. 

 “You okay, sweetness?" Mikey waringly asks.

To ease his concern, you laugh, albeit breathlessly, "Yeah, sorry, just got a little dizzy there.” Your smile slowly crumbles away with a frown and you squint up. “Are the lights getting brighter?”

No more than a second later, your legs give and he’s quick to catch your sudden rag doll of a body. Whilst he hoists you up into his grasp, each turtle kicks into gear to get anything you may need: water, pillows, a cold compress for your spiked temperature. It all goes by in a slowed daze, the mixed turbulence fading in and out like discord. You’re lain on the sofa, shallowly breathing amidst the force of an invisible tide. Ghosts have never achieved such a pale appearance. Just barely, you make out the orange of your boyfriend's mask as he looks over you, pathetically stroking the top of your head. He doesn’t know what else to do. Donatello suggests conducting a test or two and it’s in your best interest to allow him, though the process hardly registers in your condition.

By the time he’s examining the blood sample, you’ve managed to collect yourself enough to sit upright. Whatever that was must have been a fleeting incursion but still sets air to worry. It could be a standard symptom of early pregnancy. You have half a mind to rapidly research it yourself but the internet often carries its fair share of filled with worst-case scenarios. After a quick assurance of your well-being, you urge Mikey to follow you into his brother’s stated chunk of the lair. He sits bent over his microscope, muttering nonsensicals under his breath.

“What’s the verdict, D?”

"Not good," he admits quietly, afraid to speak further but dutifully having to. "Where genetics are concerned, I'm afraid this isn't going to work." He turns on his chair to face you both directly but it’s a struggle. His inability to look either of you in the eye only makes his words hit that much harder. "Not only is there a conflict of interest between your respective species but there are also the mutagenic properties of Michelangelo's DNA to consider."

"What does that mean exactly?" you unhurriedly inquire, too scared to ask at all but in need of an answer.

Donnie removes his glasses and his forearms lay slack over his thighs. "It means that either the baby is going to die soon or it'll grow inside you long enough that you…” He swallows. “You’ll both die."

Even now, he refuses to put his glasses back on. He can already imagine the look on your faces, how pale and broken they must be. He doesn't need to see them, especially when you choke out a sob, bite back a cry, before rushing to the nearest clearing to vomit. The feet of his youngest brother smack into the floor like gunshots as he chases after you and your wails of agony echo throughout the lair for everyone else to hear, sullying the laughter that passed them just moments ago. A series of short-paced refusals is all that sputters and repeats from your trembling lips. Your lungs stagger, stopping some seconds, only to reboot when you need air again. Sob after sob of unbridled misery from your person punches Michelangelo down, stripping him of his optimism bit by bit. There’s no way around it. Either route, death is involved. Lord knows you want to bargain, seek a deeper exploration to see if there’s something - anything - that can be done to give hope but Donnie is rarely wrong if at all. 

A plan is made. A horrible, awful plan that you wish to be nothing more than a nightmare you can all wake from. It starts with Donatello forging a doctor's note that you can take to a clinic, so that you can get the abortion pills. The surgical method would be quicker and much less painful but then runs the risk of doctors investigating your mutant fetus and how it came to be. Unfortunately, your resident genius isn’t qualified for such a procedure otherwise he would do it himself. Despite your best efforts to refuse, April and Casey chip in on the costs to help you pay for the medication. In spite of everything, you can at least say that you have good friends by you. Next on the agenda would be to book time off work until, finally, the day arrives. You agree that the best location will be your place: somewhere familiar and more comfortable. The next series of events will be anything but.

For the eight hours that you are cradling your abdomen, changing your pads, throwing up, or incoherent from the painkillers, you are quiet. There's the occasional exchange when your boyfriend asks if you need anything but this much silence between the two of you is unfounded, unnatural. You can barely manage a soothing hand on your shoulder without your entire nervous system convulsing. As if this isn't difficult enough on its own, he can't even hold you and the moment you manage to fall asleep is when Mikey finally cries. He attempts to keep his mouth clamped shut, to not disturb you, but watching over your weary body is the last drop of water in the dam. The scummiest dirt on the Earth must seem like gold compared to him and what he's done to you. He knows what you’d say, what you’ve already said so many times - that this consequence is your shared responsibility but that isn’t fair. The fact that you are suffering this torment isn’t fair. His genetics are the predominant cause of this destruction within you. If he could, he would take your place in a heartbeat. 

Lost in his clouded shadow of self-bullying, he doesn’t notice you stirring beside him. Your hazy vision barely manages to make out the hunched body of your lover but his strife is ever-distinct. It’s only when he feels the delicate touch of your fingers on his arm that he snaps out of it. With an abrupt breath drawn, he lowers his widened gaze down at your sluggish self. Guilt trips him up for becoming so absorbed in himself. He forgot where he was for a moment.

His effort to divert with a grin is fruitless. “Sorry, angel-”

“No apologies.” You shush him with an index to his lips and weakly crawl into his lap. “You’re allowed to cry, too.”

His blood-shot eyes meet yours and it’s as though his blues have been stripped of their colour completely. “Look what I’ve done to you.”

“None of that, please,” you whisper, planting a soft kiss on one of his cheeks. The taste of tears coats the tip of your tongue and your thumbs do their best to wipe away what’s left on his face. “We could have never known that it would turn out like this, okay? This isn’t anyone’s fault. Besides, I’m starting to feel better. I reckon the worst of it’s out of the way now.”

Though exhausted, you smile and he returns one of his own as meek as it is. Sodden from the wretch of his downpour, you carefully push his mask off and let your hands ride over the back of his head. You pull him in until his face meets your shoulder. No longer hesitant of his touch, his arms clutch around you and he lets it all go without restraint, safe in your presence.

Much time will need to pass but things can only go up from here. You may not be able to have the family you recently discovered you yearned for but life always has its unique obstacles for each person and relationship. It just takes the will to overcome and know that when one door closes, another opens. After all, there are plenty of kids in the world in need of adoption, right?

[that-was-tedious]

I have had a minute to process. And I will say I was right about two things, one that Tommy was engaged to Abby once upon a time and that being the thing to break them up, and two that Buck would go straight to Eddie after he and Tommy broke up.

Now for the things I did not expect and the thoughts I had on them:

Josh saying that Buck lives in a post Glee world. Now, Josh DID have a point. But if the timeline of the show is the timeline of when it aired, Abby and Tommy would have been engaged from like 2015-2017. Glee ENDED in 2015. So. This doesn’t super work here? I get what he’s saying and it’s definitely true but the logic could have been better.

Eddie saying he’s straight. Yes, this can be thought of like the writers saying OKAY WE GET IT BUT NO. But I’m not so sure that’s what’s going on here? We will come back to this so put a pin in it for now.

Tommy breaking up with Buck BLINDSIDED me. It makes sense, in the long run. Tommy is afraid of Buck not loving him long term because he’s “the first” and the tears were wholly unexpected. But narratively, Buck has been the one that’s been broken up with. Left behind, so to say. Tommy is protecting himself (and that’s okay! I get it, weird choice but sure) but he’s hurting them both in the process. Put a pin in this as well.

Okay back to Eddie. The well/drainpipe didn’t go how anyone expected, but I think that’s for a reason. Has anyone else noticed we’re seeing Eddie’s Greatest Hits here? The couple fighting, the divorcing couple, the kid in the well, and next week the guy on hotshots stuck on the ladder like Buck after the lightning? The only things we skipped over were Shannon dying and the tsunami, and I really don’t think we’re going one for one here. But we’re bringing up a lot of his old traumas so maybe he’ll reflect on that???

Then we have the mustache shaving scene. Did ANYONE expect that? No? Good, me neither. I didn’t hate it? I liked the idea of an emotional thing, but I’ll take Ryan Guzman dancing to Old Time Rock and Roll in no pants. (Also going to answer the door like that? Slutty as hell, 10/10).

I did expect Buck to show up, because (remember the pin I told you to put in place? Here’s where the come up again), in the end it’s always going to Buck and Eddie choosing each other. Is it romantic? Idk maybe. I know I’d like it to be, but at the end of the day it doesn’t matter if it’s not. They’re each others ride or die, Eddie doesn’t question that Buck is there, he just takes the beer and shrugs because he has his back. They’re going to choose each other because it’s a safe space for both of them, someone who chose them. Eddie and Buck chose each other, neither of them have left like so many before, and they’re going to stick together and it always comes back to the two of them. Again, it might not end up romantic, but they’re still it for each other in a huge way. (I’m BEGGING for canon Buddie tho.)

I’m not convinced we’ve seen the last of Tommy, but then again maybe we have? Maybe he’s served a purpose in Buck’s narrative? Also to all of the bucktommy’s predicting it was Buck asking Tommy to move in….congratulations on being right and I’m sorry that’s how it went down. (Side note to anyone still reading that’s been in normal relationships, is six months too soon to move in? Especially because it doesn’t seem like they’ve said I love you’s yet? Please advise I’ve only been in unhinged relationships.)

Anyway all of this is a long winded way to say that I don’t think we can count Buddie out, as they’re each others safe space, but we’ll see as time goes on. I’ll settle for gay Eddie and a platonic shaped relationship between the two of them.

PS: Abby how are you still messing with Bucks life? STOP IT.

xoxo

Gossip Girl

[rainiishowers]

Obey Me Incorrect Quotes

A/N: Haha sleep deprivation go brrrrr

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MC: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Simeon and not do the thing,

MC: Well there’s a clear right answer here.

MC: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

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Barbatos’, at Solomon’s “funeral”: I need a moment with them.

Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*

Barbatos, leaning over Solomon’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Solomon, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

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Asmodeus: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

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Satan: ARE YOU-

MC: Fucking.

Satan: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

MC: Fucking.

Satan: IDIOT!

Beelzebub: …What was that?

MC: Lucifer banned Satan from swearing, so I’m helping him out.

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Simeon: The odds of this happening by coincidence are vanishingly small.

Satan: I would say infinitesimally.

Mammon: And I'd say teenily-weenily. We all know words

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Leviathan: I lost my fish.. :(

Beelzebub, cooking the fish: …Uhm…

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Solomon: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce.

Luke: Are you okay???

Solomon: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce. Pay attention.

Simeon: No, they mean other than that.

Solomon: Ohhhhhh.

Solomon: I haven't slept in 4 days.

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Belphegor: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?

Mammon: How did you know I was up until 3am?

Lucifer: We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.

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Mammon: If we don’t get out of this alive… If we’re both about to die… I love you, MC!

*Neither of them die*

MC: …

Mammon: …

MC: So do you wanna talk about somethi-

Mammon: No thank you.

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MC: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Simeon finally snaps and commits murder?

Solomon: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to them.

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MC: We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship!

Mephisto: We’re not friends.

MC, holding an axe: We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.

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Asmodeus: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Satan: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them

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Beelzebub: I’m so jetlagged I can’t even regrender my chorf.

*Everyone stares at Beel*

Beelzebub: …I don’t even know what I was trying to say.

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Asmodeus: What's worse than a heartbreak?

Satan: Stepping on a cat's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.

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Luke: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Lucifer doesn't take me seriously enough.

Mammon: "Sometimes"?

Solomon: "Enough"?

Luke: …

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Lucifer: Lord Diavolo? What are you doing here?

Diavolo, wearing a hawaiian shirt, sunglasses and holding a gatorade: My best.

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Mammn: *is throwing stones at MC’s window*

MC: You have a phone for a reason, Mammon!

*THUD*

MC: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

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Solomon: Guess who just found out the difference between wax paper and parchment paper the hard way?

Asmodeus: Wait, what’s the difference?

Solomon: One you can use in the oven safely, and the other you can also use in the oven... if the thing you are trying to make happens to be fire.

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Solomon: Wow, they really hate us.

Asmodeus: Yea, perhaps they’re homophobic.

Solomon: But we’re not gay, Asmo.

Asmodeus: We’re not?

[bombyxluna]

could you share your rosekiller head canons with us pls

Omg id love to!!

(Beware, some of these are NSFW)

- okay so, I think they both kinda fell for each other around the same time, but it took Barty way longer to realize what he was feeling was love, so ig you could say Evan fell first but Barty fell harder? Except they fell together

- Barty smokes like a chimney, that man will have a cigarette for breakfast and see nothing wrong with it. Evan doesn’t, he can’t stand the taste of it, but he’ll smoke weed on occasion (he’s Pandora’s twin after all). This however means Barty must keep his mouth minty fresh or he will be denied kisses

- Evan collects trinkets, many of them Barty gave to him bc he thought of him when he saw them. This ranges from cool rocks to animal skulls and a dead bugs, and a really cool flower he saw on the road, and a rat king carcass that Evan had the time of his life dissecting

- Barty is a genius, that much is known, but he hides that sometimes so people keep their guards down around him, but not with Evan. With Evan he can be as freakishly smart and quick witted as he wants and he loves how quickly they both fall into deep dives of random knowledges—each researching their own thing ofc, parallel play style

- in fact parallel play is a big thing for them. They just love doing things and being near each other as they do it

- Evan was the first person Barty opened up to about his issues with his father and the pressure he put on him. How he wanted Barty to be the perfect successor to a lineage he wanted nothing to do with because that wasn’t him, how his father saw him as an echo of himself, another limb, an extension of what he couldn’t be and how Barty hated that, but how he desperately wanted to please him nonetheless. Evan didn’t get it, his family issues were far different from Barty’s, but he did get it at the same time. He got that Barty needed a place to be who he was and figure himself out on his own, and Evan wanted to be that place to him

- Evan took a little longer but he also opened up about his family life, how his parents had fallen off the wagon and left the entire house and the responsibilities as heirs to him and Pandora, and how they were cruel and selfish and unbecoming to both of them, but especially her, and Evan hated it. Barty offered to kill them, and Evan fell a little bit more in love

- Evan is obsessed with having little parts of Barty—a vile of his blood, a tooth, locks of his hair. He loves having physical mementos of the boy he loves. Barty is the same way and proudly display his necklace with Evan’s blood vile dangling from it

- they practice dueling together and come up with their own curses and spells

- Barty lets Evan test potions and experiments on him because he loves seeing how he gets when he’s in the zone, and he trusts him

- I got more than one hc for what their first time was like, so here’s one: in the middle of the potions lab after Evan successfully brewed a new invention, infused with his and Barty’s blood—the ultimate binding potion, that would link them to one another forever

- their first kiss was after Barty got a week’s detention for cursing some kid who said Evan was weird and probably a psycho. Evan stared at Barty for a long time after that, unsure what the feelings growing in his chest were—possessiveness, pride, smugness, the feeling of being cared for and protected, obsession, belonging and owning and—until they were all but consuming him and he just needed to kiss Barty right then and there, even as slughorn shouted at them about melting people’s skin off

- Barty helped him study for the owls bc Evan sucks at astronomy

- they’re kinky. They’re into stuff that would put a nun into a coma she’d never wake up from

- yes a lot (most) of their kinks are not exactly safe. Some are not even legal (forbidden curses, anyone?). They like dangerous things, technical things, and they know the risks and do it anyway because it’s hot and they trust each other

- Also they switch but Barty mostly tops! He likes to bottom though, especially when he feels like he needs more contact, and to feel closer and closer to Evan

- They have each other’s initials tattooed

- their patronus match each other

- they took the mark together, in the same day, and for them it was like a vow—another sign that they’d be together forever

- when Barty found out what Moody did, he swore to have his revenge, in a way that Evan would want it. So he dragged out Moody’s suffering, took his place, and did the dark lord’s bidding to bring him back, because he knows Evan would love that plan

- oh they also bring regulus is as a third in their sexual endeavors sometimes. Regulus is half traumatized half horny as fuck every time

[butchriptide]

From what I gather, people tend to dislike Riptide because he’s just kind of some guy. He’s just awfully average. He’s only really describable vaguely because his personality isn’t very loud or well-spoken for. Next to Tsunami, he ends up hitting kind of dull, simply because she’s louder and bolder and, for the duration of her book, has a lot of other, more important shit she has to be getting to.

Ultimately, though, I like Riptide as much as I do because of these elements. I think he’s an interesting balance to the characters presented in Book 2, and I think he’s incredibly interesting as a love interest to Tsunami.

Riptide doesn’t really seem to aspire for much; nothing like the grand, sweeping, war-ending efforts of the DoD. He joins the Talons for information on his dad, which is perfectly understandable given that he was a dragonet when he did it, had no reason to believe they were abusing children under a mountain somewhere, and was already orphaned for the crime of being related to his deadbeat father.

He’s uniquely hated by, and also works for, a Queen known for flying off the handle and brutalizing guards in the main foyer. His simplicity in response to horrific circumstance is frankly compelling to me.

The fact that he remains a generally sweet, amicable person is interesting simply because I’d argue he has every right to be so much more bitter than he is. The quiet half-lengths of his personality make sense for someone who kind of necessitates the background, when his boss would happily kill him without second thought if she found the given impulse at any moment. Tending to omit information is an understandable practice if you’re kind of expecting to live with the guillotine above your head.

Maybe I’m just aromantic, and so I’m missing some secret element to romance writing that all the allos are keeping from me, but I didn’t really need more of Ripnami to be sold of the dynamic. They’re young love, they’re allowed to be fast to me. They don’t have to be built to last, but I think they’re cute if they or for however long they do. And frankly, I think Book 2 is incredibly well paced. It’s a mystery narrative, there’s not much time to get her kisses in while Tsunami’s solving what’s up with that murder statue.

Riptide’s presence in the book did sell me on the two of them though. In direct contrast to Coral, where Tsunami is her own DAUGHTER, Riptide simply… Trusts Tsunami’s competency and ability. At every turn. Yet he keeps information from her, as previously mentioned, but in every case where she’s had to strike out on her own in that book, he’s simply gone, “Okay. Stay Safe. I Believe In You.”

When Coral’s the most other prevalent relationship in the Sea Kingdom at that point-beyond Anemone who’s baby leashed and isn’t even allowed much in the way of her own personal opinion with Coral almost always around-It’s so important for Tsunami to have someone who wholesale believed in her abilities. After being loomed by the constant guilt and questioning and doubt of the Arena and Starflight’s sudden shift in behavior, it’s especially important that Riptide always trusted her personal character at that.

I think it makes sense that the Talons deal wouldn’t be a dealbreaker for Tsunami. She’s brash and opinionated, not unreasonable. Riptide, as mentioned, joined the Talons as a dragonet, and was kept much in the dark about the details of the DoD. Tsunami’s not so hasty as to not understand where he’s coming from or be able to get over it, especially not about someone she comes to care about.

I especially like them because there’s nothing in Riptide’s simplicity that inherently asks Tsunami to “settle down”. Tsunami is not someone wanting for an easy life, and I think Riptide’s reworking of the Talons of Peace in junction with the Jade Academy makes a lot of sense. I understand that, Oh, Kids Book, returning readers will be so excited to see old characters in new series! But I do think Tsunami feels a little shoehorned in at the Academy, and I ultimately think her epilogue of Arc 1 being helping with the Talons effort would’ve made more sense; especially with how her outrage with the original Talons are so outspoken, a very “never let this be used to hurt anyone else like me” type ending for her would’ve been sweet I think. She doesn’t really ever seem the teaching type, not even when she’s actively trying to be in Arc 2.

I just think maybe people don’t give Riptide the time of day, which is unfortunate, because he’s one of my favorites. He doesn’t get much, but I think what we do see implicates a lot of interesting subtext to him.

All that said, he’s still better as a butch he/him lesbian, but that’s not because i think he’s bad as is I just am also a lesbian. hope this helps

[bunnymermaidwrites]

pls tell me about odette and why you want to trap them in a snow globe and shake them until they’re concussed?

the fact that you compare hilbert to odette makes me already quite fearful

Hi!❤️❤️❤️

Okay, so Odette... Odette very much deserves to be trapped in a snow globe and a lot more if you ask me, but I'll let you be the judge.

While her crimes might not be as bad as Hilbert's (attempted murder of child and gaslighting vs genocide and I'm sure a lot of other stuff that I'm unaware of), the emotional wounds she causes are just horrible.

Let me give you a (hopefully) very quick rundown of what's going on here (if you have any questions here's my wip intro with links to all storts of things including characters or you can always ask):

The majestic country of Galla is floating in the sky, put there by the doves themselves to protect the humans from what lies beneath. The Black swamp, a place filled with monsters, fear, and madness.

Odette at 19 years old is a triarhist, one of three future rulers of Galla. They may be humans but their powers are devine, all powerful, that exist for one purpose alone: To protect people.

She is kind, clever and compassionate. She loves her people with everything she has and even as a young child she took her duties very seriously. She is also selflessness, always willing to help another.

She would do anything to keep her people safe like she's supposed to.

Odette, when she was little, was terrified of the Black swamp, of the stories about the place. Of having to be the one who stand been it and her beloved people if it comes to that. So she came up with an idea:

Build a machine and destroy the Black swamp for good.

However, her father disapproved, saying that what she wanted to do was way too extreme, that they were safe where they were. So Odette hid her plans, deciding to bide her time until she is officially crowned on her 20th birthday.

But someone found them... and Odette had to keep them quiet.

You see, Odette has a boyfriend, another triarhist, just like her. Endre. They love each other, understand one another better than anyone.

Endre has two younger siblings: Adél, the main character (15 yo) who idolizes Odette, she wants to be just like her, and Ákos (10 yo).

Sweet, little Ákos: smart, extremely curious, but unfortunately still naive. He was bound to find a secret drawer, with Odette's plans hidden deep within. He was bound to be confused and even frightened.

And Odette looked at him. The kid she helped teach how to read... and she pushed him off the edge of Galla and he fell...

All

The way

Down

Into the Black swamp below.

Anything for her people, right?

There are many reasons I hate Odette. Tiny things that just make everything worse.

Odette is selflessness, she doesn't care what happens to her as long as her people are safe.

Her selflessness stretched so far and so so thin that her sacrifice somehow became Ákos.

And she thinks she did the right thing.

😁Now let me just list a couple of my favorite (maybe petty) reasons to hate Odette:

Why I want to trap Odette in a snow globe:

Ákos for a long time blames himself for what happened partially because Odette was so perfect.

Ákos in general is just so confused about the whole thing. It's very hard for his young mind to wrap around the fact that someone that loved him could hurt him like this.

Like I said Adél wanted to be just like Odette. Now, she will spend the rest of her life fearing that she succeeded.

Endre lost the only person who could understand what he was going through as an heir!

Ákos was wearing a cat mask that Adél made when Odette pushed him. He looked adorable and innocent, and she still did it! Seriously, how can someone look at this and hurt him:

If put in the same situation, Odette wouldn't hesitate to do it again because she thought it was necessary.

I could go on, but for the sake of simplicity here, it is.

Tldr: She looked at a kid who saw her as a big sister and went: YEEET!

Thank you so so much for this ask! It made me really happy! I hope I answered your question well enough! ❤️