#because she was the one that I put all my energy into and then I had practically no one left

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

a love that makes sense

── bucky barnes x fem!reader (former avenger, currently part of the thunderbolts*)

word count: 3.7k

clearing up a few things timeline wise, to avoid confusion. infinity war happens in 2018, thunderbolts* in 2027. the events of the winter soldier happen in 2014 so when i eventually mention how long reader and bucky have known each other, its 13 years.

no use of y/n but i do use she / her. no physical descriptors other than reader being shorter than bucky (sebastian is 5’11 - 6’ so do with that what you will). powers are similar to that of wanda maximoff, but i don’t write about them in this part. hero name is Dark Surge (where wanda’s powers have a red energy, your color is black, hence the name). readers parents are both dead.

baby girl is back on the big screen and my writing gears are turning again. inspired by @aquaticmercy! their entire masterlist is stunningggggg, and brb im gonna go re-read right now. this is my take on the secret wife trope with thunderbolts* bucky, but someone on the team already knows 👀

*NOTE: benjamin poindexter is not bullseye in this. i just need a name that’s easy to associate being a piece of shit with hshxjsidnxfj

also i am a slut for a backstory, so sorry if you hate long pieces but get a snack and get comfortable

SPOILERS FOR THUNDERBOLTS* BELOW THE CUT!!!

Bucky hated the idea of a gala to introduce the (rich) world to the team.

To the new Avengers.

Valentina said it would be good for you to show face, that it would be the first planned public outing as a group.

Sam Wilson had made it known he didn’t like you all using the Avengers as your team name, what with him trying to sue for copyright, and Valentina was a little too quick to point out that now was the time for a united front. The public needed to see that not only were you heroes, but that you were also a real team.

None of you could see how dressing up and playing nice with the upper class would prove that, but you all discussed and decided it was better not to argue.

Yelena pointed out that the Thunderbolts, or Avengers, or whatever the team name was, basically owned Valentina. Bob was on your side again, and even Valentina knew that all it would take was one of you going to the press to expose her.

But it was Alexei who said Valentina was right. The world knew who you all were as individuals, but they’d yet to see you as a team in a somewhat normal setting.

You suspected he just wanted a chance to dress up and have people admire him, but kept quiet about that.

But back to why Bucky hated the gala.

It wasn’t for him. It was true, he didn’t like the idea of having to put on a show, even though he was used to it since becoming a congressman. And he hated that he could hear the whispers of the general public, who often referred to him as the Winter Soldier behind his back.

No, he hated this for you.

Of everyone on the new team, you were the only one of the original Avengers. You’d joined shortly before Loki and the whole attack on New York, having been recruited by Steve.

And as the only original Avenger, people tended to pay extra attention to you. He knew without a doubt, you’d be smiling for more photos and answering more questions than any of them.

You loved what you did, that you got to help people. But you didn’t like how public it all was. You missed when you were an unknown vigilante working (mostly) alongside the law. When you took on smaller problems like robberies or attempted shootings. Because no one knew who you were back then, you weren’t often praised. And that was exactly how you wished it could’ve stayed.

What Bucky hated most, was how he wouldn’t be able to comfort you tonight.

He’s known he loves you since before he could even remember what love was. You tracked him down to his tiny apartment in Romania, but didn’t tell Steve right away. You gave him 6 additional months of peace, while slowly inserting yourself into his life.

And while his memory was foggy, he wasn’t stupid. He knew who you were when you approached him at that outdoor market he used to frequent, but he believed you when you said you had no intention of alerting Steve, yet. That you needed some peace and quiet too.

The first time you helped him through a nightmare, and held him as he sobbed and said he wanted the pain to end, that was it for him. When he woke up the next morning to see you curled up next to him, your hand on his chest as if you needed the reassurance his heart was beating, he knew he didn’t ever want a life without you.

And when you finally opened your eyes and smiled at him, for a brief moment it felt like all was right in the world. You seemed to know how he felt, because you simply moved closer and spoke softly as you told him everything was going to be okay, and that the 2 of you didn’t have to discuss feelings, but you felt the same way.

With all that went down once you finally did have to tell Steve where Bucky was, and all that happened after, your relationship was obviously kept a secret from, well, everyone.

Eventually the 2 of you felt comfortable enough to tell Steve, who smiled as if he already knew. And you then confessed that Nat knew, and had known for a long time because you needed someone outside of the relationship to talk to.

As time went on, the rest of the team each found out in their own way.

Tony found out when he overheard you talking to Nat about how you were terrified to tell him about you and Bucky. Tony was the closest thing you had to a dad, and you didn’t think you could handle him being disappointed in you.

Thankfully, he and Bucky had long ago sorted everything out, and he told you that he overheard you, but you had nothing to worry about. If you were happy, so was he.

Clint found out at the same time as Thor and Bruce, when the 3 of them had taken the elevator up to your floor of the tower to ask about an upcoming mission. They froze as soon as they got off of the elevator, and were met with the sight of you fast asleep, your head on Bucky’s chest as he lazily scrolled to find something good to watch. By then he was genuinely friends with everyone on the team, so he didn’t have much of a reaction to them.

But he sighed, knowing you wanted to tell them yourself. You’d just gotten back from a solo mission though, and were more tired than he’d seen you in a long time. So he simply looked at them and mouthed if you wake her, I will kill you.

All you had to do was mention to everyone that you both wanted to keep the relationship out of the public, and that was it. You trusted them, and knew nobody would ever say anything.

That was a long time ago, though. You didn’t know most of your teammates that well.

You were still on the fence about John. With the recent string of events that had taken place, he’d proven himself to be a good teammate and valuable asset to the team. And knowing what he saw in the void, you felt bad.

But that still didn’t erase the things he’d done in the past. You remembered all too well, what happened when you were working with Bucky and Sam and the wannabe Captain America showed up.

As for the other members of the team, well all except 1, they were nice enough, but you weren’t close enough with them (yet) for you and Bucky to feel comfortable revealing your relationship.

It wasn’t unusual to everyone else that the 2 of you spent more time with each other than any of them, after all you’d known each other longer. But you were worried that one day, someone would catch on before you had a chance to tell them yourself.

Which was how you found yourself in this unfortunate position, wandering around the massive room Valentina rented for the night. She instructed everyone on the team to go off on their own, mingle with the people. And do not stick together like a pack of wild animals being cornered.

Of course, it wasn’t lost Bucky that if your relationship was public, he could ignore her suggestions and just walk around with you, arm in arm. He could pull you in for a kiss, maybe even ask you to dance if these fancy galas did that sort of thing.

And it wasn’t lost on you that if people knew the 2 of you were together, you could comfort Bucky. Like right now, you can tell by the way he’s walking around with his metal hand in his pants pocket and his right hand holding a glass of champagne, the way he keeps looking around as if a threat is close by, that he’s anxious. And anxious probably isn’t even a strong enough word, because you know he hates these public events as much as you do.

“You always come to these things alone?”

You had enhanced hearing, but still felt like you were going to have a heart attack at the sound of an unexpected voice. How had someone managed to sneak up on you? You really had to work on not zoning out in public.

“Pardon?” Not wanting to seem rude, you put on a smile and turned to face the man on your left.

He was tall, and not bad looking. But something about the way he smirked at you put you on edge. He stared as if you were a prize to be won, or he needed time in the spotlight so he spoke to you, hoping one of the few invited members of the press would soon walk by.

“I just asked if you always come to Valentina’s galas by yourself.”

You hoped you didn’t sound as annoyed as you felt.

“Well this is the first event being thrown by Valentina, so no. It’s been a few years since the Avengers have thrown a gala. And even then, Tony only invited respected individuals that we worked with closely.”

The man scoffed. “Right. Guess my invites always got lost in the mail.”

“Guess so,” you shrugged.

“Now that I’m here though, I can keep you company.”

This guy needs to work on his subtlety, you thought to yourself.

You briefly surveyed the room, and found that Bucky’s eyes were already on you. You suspected that he’d been watching since the man first approached you.

You okay? He mouthed. You gave a slight nod, and he turned back to the person he was speaking with, though you knew he’d look back at you once you looked away.

“I’m actually meant to mingle with everyone, but I appreciate the offer…”

“Benjamin Poindexter,” he held his hand out. You hoped your smile was convincing as you shook his hand. He held on just a little too tight, for a little too long.

Before you could step back, you and Benjamin were both startled as a hand not at all gently gave him a pat on the shoulder. You looked to see Alexei, and were never more relieved to see him than you were in that moment.

“How are we doing this evening, huh?”

Benjamin opened his mouth to answer, but Alexei had already put his arm around you and had begun leading you in another direction. Almost as an afterthought, he turned back around.

“Sorry I need her for official superhero business, you understand.”

Only when you were nearly across the room, did Alexei finally stop walking. “Should I kill him?”

You laughed, but had to stifle it when you saw his completely serious facial expression.

“I— no. Hey look at me, no killing him, right?”

“Maybe I just accidentally—”

“No. I really appreciate you saving the day, but I think he was just a weird fan who managed to sneak his way in. Promise me he’ll leave here alive.”

“Oh okay okay, I get you. I wait until he leaves and then—”

“Alexei!”

Yelena approaches, having heard the tail end of your conversation.

“Trust me, I wish I could kill men simply for being creepy as well. But the public won’t love Red Guardian so much for killing a man out in public just for being a creep.” She turned and whispered in your ear, “he won’t be able make it l look like an accident. But I can. We’ll talk later.”

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What feels like a lifetime later, but is really maybe an hour, you’re all seated at dinner. And of course in another effort to whore you all out to the public make people think the Avengers were just like everyone else, the entire team were sat at different tables.

“Well well well, guess it’s my lucky night.”

Oh fuck me, you thought as Benjamin took the seat next to you. How had you not noticed his name on the place cards?

“Hello,” you gave him a nod and tight lipped smile, before turning to survey the room once again.

Alexei held up a steak knife and motioned to Benjamin when he wasn’t looking. When you shook your head, he sighed and resumed conversation with the man he’d been talking to.

You were sad that Bucky was on the other side of the room, so you wouldn’t be able to see him after this long and boring dinner was over.

Ava and Alexei were the only ones who lucked out with table mates.

You turned to your right and saw John sat between 2 men who both seemed to be vying for his attention. He caught your eye, and you laughed and mouthed having fun?, and had to force yourself to not laugh when he slowly raised his hand to flip you off.

Yelena was a few tables away, resisting the urge to grab her steak knife and shove it in the throat of the man speaking to her. He clearly just loved the sound of his own voice, and she hadn’t even gotten a word in. The topic? Himself, of course. And how he could’ve been a hero too if life had dealt him better cards.

Bob was the only one who’d been excused from tonight. Understandably, as he was still recovering from recent events.

Earlier you offered to stay back and hang out with him. The rest of the team agreed that might be a good idea, until Valentina swooped in and immediately said no. That everyone would be wondering where the only original Avenger on the team was.

“So being an Avenger and all that, do you have a lot of free time?” Benjamin asked.

“Umm no, not really. Between missions and writing the reports and training, I don’t have a lot of time for myself.”

“That’s a shame. I was hoping to take you out some time,” he put an arm around your chair while also scooting his closer.

That’s when you finally stood up. “I’m not dating anymore, but again I appreciate the offer. If you’ll excuse me.” You didn’t give him a chance to say anything else before you started to walk away.

Valentina unintentionally saved the day, calling you over to talk to a mayor of some city a few states away. Why he was at this dinner, you had no idea. But after only a minute of conversation, you could tell he was genuinely a nice guy, so this was already a lot better than talking to Benjamin.

After everyone finished eating, the team mingled with guests for another hour before things finally started to wind down. Half an hour after that, and only a handful of people remained.

“Ready to head home? I’m exhausted,” Ava was the last of the group to approach the table you’d all gathered at.

“Yeah,” you looked around the table, “shit. I think I left my phone in the bathroom. I’ll meet you guys at the car.”

Everyone slowly stood up and gathered their things, but Bucky lingered near you. “I can wait for you,” he offered.

You could see he was just as mentally exhausted as you were, maybe even a little more. “It’s okay, I’ll meet you at the car in a minute, I think my phones on the counter by the sinks.”

After double checking, he nodded and turned around to look at the team. They were all talking amongst themselves as they headed to the doors, so Bucky took the opportunity to take your hand in his. “You did good tonight doll, proud of you.”

“Right back at ya’ Sarge,” you smiled.

You held hands a few seconds more, before expertly letting go and making it seem as if you just walked side-by-side. Unbeknownst to each other, you were both thinking that you couldn’t wait until the day came where you didn’t have to do that.

Once exiting the ballroom / banquet room, Bucky turned left and made his way to the exits, while you went right and headed for the restroom.

When you saw your phone sitting exactly where you thought it’d be, you felt relief. As you walked back out, you scrolled through your missed messages and calls, not looking up from your phone.

“There you are.”

You’d later swear your heart stopped when you heard Benjamin’s voice again. And you mentally cursed yourself for not paying attention to your surroundings. This was now 3 times the same man managed to sneak up on you.

“Hi,” you quickly nodded before taking a step towards the doors.

“Not so fast,” his hand reached out to grab your arm, and he wasn’t at all gentle.

You sighed as you tried to remove your arm from his grip, but fear quickly replaced annoyance when you realized he was stronger than he looked. And when he looked up, gone was that smug smile. Now he only looked angry.

“All night you’ve been such a fucking bitch to me, and for what?”

“Let go of me. You clearly know who I am, so you know what my powers are. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He laughed, then leaned down so his face was only inches from yours.

“You think you’re too good for me, because you’re an Avenger and I’m not? I could’ve been a hero too, you know.” He laughed, although there was no humor behind it. His grip on your wrist tightened as he gave you that sick smile. “I can—”

You didn’t get to find out what it was he could do, before a hand reached from behind you and wrapped around Benjamin’s throat. In seconds, he was pinned against the wall.

And even if the hand around Benjamin’s throat wasn’t metal, you still would’ve known who it was that was behind you.

“James,” you turned around and smiled. “I could’ve handled him.”

“Oh I know you could’ve,” he tightened his grip as Benjamin tried to speak and continued to try and remove Bucky’s hand. “You could’ve kicked his ass, but you shouldn’t have to.”

By then, the rest of the team had all come back into the room. Benjamin looked to them as if to silently ask for help, but suddenly they were all preoccupied with the floors and ceilings. Alexei even went so far as to whistle and brush invisible crumbs off of his suit jacket.

Bucky shook his head as he finally dropped his left hand, allowing Benjamin to breathe properly for the first time in a couple of minutes. Any relief he felt was short lived though, because Bucky almost immediately used his right hand to slam him back against the wall.

“You’ve been bothering her all night. And I know exactly who you are. Dishonorable discharge from the Army for sexual misconduct against female superiors. Looked into you after you bothered her the first time. And she,” he nodded towards you while never taking his eyes off of Benjamin. “Has been too polite to tell you to fuck off, but I’m not. If you so much as breathe in my wife’s direction again, it’ll be the last breath you ever take. And if you tell anyone about what’s going on right now, I can promise you that you’ll only wish you were dead.”

With that, he let go, and Benjamin fell to the ground as he tried to catch his breath. He got up after a moment, a hand on his neck as he scrambled for the doors.

“You’re all fucking psychopaths!” He yelled. Yelena took a step towards him, causing Benjamin to yank the doors open, probably running faster than he had in his entire life.

“You okay doll? I knew something was off when you were gone longer than a minute. I meant what I said, I know you could’ve handled it, I just—”

“It’s okay,” you placed your right hand in Bucky’s left. “I kinda like when you come to my rescue.”

You took a deep breath before turning to face the team, all staring at you with wide eyes and open mouths. “I know you have questions, and I promise we’ll answer them all… eventually. Let’s just get home first.”

Alexei immediately opens his mouth. “So you two—”

He was stopped by Yelena, who grabbed his arm and began walking towards the car. “Chop chop let’s go people I have a lot of questions.”

Only a few minutes later, you all finally slumped back in your seats.

“Former Winter Soldier and vigilante both turned Avenger, meet and fall in love. Beautiful!” Alexei grins, giving you a thumbs up in the rear view mirror.

Bucky takes your hand in his, apologizing once again for letting the cat out of the bag.

“Seriously though,” Ava leans forward in her seat. “Does no one know about you two?”

You shrug, “the… original Avengers, is that what we call them? Anyway, they all found out a long time ago. Natasha was actually the first one I told.”

Hearing that you confided in her sister brings a smile to Yelena’s face.

The rest of the ride to the tower is silent. And you end up falling asleep leaning on Bucky’s arm. At one point, he turns and places a soft kiss on your head. The team all turn to look at each other, as if silently asking if they were really all that blind. How had they missed this??

You wake up just as Alexei not so delicately comes to a stop as he waits for the gate to the parking structure to open.

“At least I can finally do this now,” Bucky smiles as he walks next to you, slipping his hand into yours as you head into the tower.

When you all walk into the downstairs lobby area, Bob is there.

“Saw you guys pull in on the cameras. Figured I’d wait to see how the night went.” He looks at you and Bucky holding hands, and smiles. “Oh you guys finally told them!”

All eyes are on you again.

“What the fuck!”

“Wait BOB knew?!”

You and Bucky turn to look at each other. “This is gonna be a looong night.”

why this is called “a love that makes sense” is coming in part 2!

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[sentryluvs]

storms we cant resist

As the newest addition to the Thunderbolts* New Avengers, you and Sentry clash at every turn-until the sparks between you ignite a storm neither of you can resist. Enemies on the battlefield and rivals in every mission, you discover that sometimes the fiercest storms hide the deepest desires.

robert reynolds “sentry” x superhero! reader

tags: supergirl! reader, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, cocky sentry, power play, swearing, sentry wants you bad, sizing up, pining, teasing, reader gets riled up easily, may be canon divergent, sentry focus, slight ooc, comedy moments, domestic! thunderbolts* yelena belova is reader’s best friend.

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01. Lightning strikes twice

Madripoor, 10:47 PM

Rain sheeted down the neon-soaked streets as the Avengers jet touched down. You adjusted your suit, solar energy humming beneath your skin, ignoring the way Sentry’s gaze burned into your back from across the cabin.

Yelena Belova elbowed you, her black suit gleaming. “Try not to vaporize him before the mission starts, дорогая . Unfortunately, we need him”

dear, the nickname she had just for you.

“No promises, милая” you muttered.

darling, the nickname you had just for her.

You eyed the golden glow radiating from Sentry’s clenched fists. It involuntarily sent a shiver down your spine. You should never admit it, but behind that cockyness, you felt something, darker was beyond.

John Walker clapped to get everyone’s attention

“Listen up! The target’s a vibranium pulse cannon in the Highrise District. No collateral damage.” His glare landed on Sentry.

“That means you, Superman. Keep it down, I think we have the government shoved up our asses enough”

Sentry smirked, stretching lazily, the suit hugged him in all the right places, making you flush, fortunately the jet was dark enough to conceal it. Or so you thought

“Relax, Walker. I’ll save the fireworks for the afterparty.” His eyes flicked to you. “Unless the newbie wants to show off her… what’s your deal again? Sparkly Kryptonian cosplay?”

The team froze. Not good.

You calmly stepped into his space, as you walked solar flares crackling at your fingertips. “How about I show you after I save your ass out there?”

He stood up, letting a small, low laugh. Sentry towered over you, preying on you. He leaned down untin his breah ghosted your ears.

“Can’t wait to see that, Supergirl”

“My name is Solara” Your eyes held fire, anger boiling your veins. None of you backed down, for a moment it seemed like the world stopped. You heard someone clearing their throat from behind.

“If you’re done eye-fucking can we please move on to the mission please?” James Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier, said while finishing setting up his rifle.

“One second Mr Barnes-“ Another voice interrupted. The Red Guardian, Alexei Shohstakov “I can’t get this- ughh. Lena! come help your papa put belt on, I cannot reach” Yelena groaned in the background, going to help her father.

“We were not- ugh, let’s just get this over with, I wanna go home” You said while stepping away holding your ground. You were thankful for the interruptions because the way he looked at you was definetly doing something to you.

“Mood” you hear Ava Starr say in the background as she spralled on the seats twirling her gun.

Before Sentry could say anything else, Walker slammed his shield to the floor making everyone jump.

“Move your asses, now”

The Mission

Chaos erupted the moment you hit the roof. The cannon’s operator-a rogue AIM scientist-had already leveled three blocks.

“Flank left!” you shouted to Ghost, who phased through a wall.

“Left?” Sentry’s voice was heard over the comms. “Boring. I’ll take the cannon. Watch and learn.”

He shot skyward like a comet, but you were faster. Solar energy propelled you forward, frost breath flash-freezing the cannon’s barrel as Sentry grabbed it.

“What the-?” The weapon shattered in his hands.

You swooped past him, heat vision slicing the control panel. “Lesson one: teamwork.”

Yelena whooped over comms: “Solara : 1, Sentry: 0!”

His growl reverberated in your bones. “You’re dead after this.”

•••

Back at the Tower, you’d barely peeled off your suit when a golden light flooded the training room.

Sentry hovered in the doorway, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded muscle. “Still owe me that rematch.”

You didn’t look up, still focused on wrapping your knuckles. “Didn’t realize losers got a do-over.”

He teleported behind you, voice a rumble in your ear. “I never lose.”

The fight was a blur of solar flares and supersonic punches. He pinned you against the wall, grip bruising your wrists, but you slammed your forehead into his nose. He staggered back-laughing, blood trickling from his nostril.

“Finally,” he breathed, riled up. His eyes wild, almost manic “Someone who hits back.”

You charged, tackling him through a reinforced window. The night sky swallowing both of you

Midair, 11:59 PM

His hand found your throat as you grappled, both hovering above the city. “Still think you’re my equal?”

Solar energy surged down your arms, ready to strike at any moment. “I think you’re scared that I’m better.”

The Tower’s alarms blared below. He didn’t move.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured. Sentry squeezed your throat just enough to highten your racing pulse, making your breath hitch “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Before you could snap back, Yelena’s voice crackled on your abandoned comm: “If you two lovebirds are done flirting, we have debrief. Get inside, now ”

And just like that, Sentry dropped you.

You caught yourself floating in from the window you guys broke.

He smirked, golden energy fading as he flew past you. “Tomorrow. Same time.”

“In your dreams,” you shot back.

His laugh followed you down the hall.

0.2 Thunder Without Rain

The debrief room was still buzzing from the mission. Yelena lounged sideways in her chair, boots up on the table, tossing a protein bar at you. “You need this more than I do, Sol. You look like you got hit by a truck.”

You caught it, rolling your eyes. “Gee, thanks” you took a small bite, savoring the chocolate flavor “You should see the other guy.”

Sentry strolled in as if he was summoned, golden aura flickering, blonde hair tousled from the fight. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a lazy grin on his lips. “Come on, Solaris, you couldnt have finished without me.”

You didn’t bother to look his way. “Solara, and no, Lena and I were doing just fine until you decided to play knight in shining armor unsolicited.” Venom laced your words, loud and clear

He laughed, the sound low and cocky. “Keep telling yourself that, sunshine. You need me, you always do”

Bucky cleared his throat, trying for authority. “Sentry, take a seat. We need to discuss our next plan” He does as he’s told, taking a seat next to Solara, she mentally rolled her eyes.

Barnes stands up circling the room “Let’s keep this short. We neutralized the cannon, but AIM’s not going to let it go. We need to act fast, and not let the Tower get compromised.” He then pressed the comm on his ear “Ava, report?”

Ava’s upper half body phased through the wall, appearing in front of everyone “They’re looking for us. I would say twenty to forty people, all armed. Suspicious weapons”

“New tech?” John finally talks, adjusting his guns

“Its possible, i’ve never seen anything like it before. We might need to split up and evacuate the building. I’m gonna take some of them down, call me if anything changed” Ava finally said before disappearing through the wall. Loud explosions and shooting sounds could be heard all around the building.

Yelena quickly says “I say we let Sentry go out first to do a quick clean up. Solara and I can evacuate the building, and you guys kick ass, yes? ”

Sentry shot her a look, then turned to you. “Aww, but you’d miss me if I got shot up, Stellar.”

You arched a brow at his comment “You know thats not happening, you’re bulletproof.”

You boldly get closer to his face, rematching the events on the jet “ But if they do shoot you, they’ll be doing us a favor.”

Sentry grinned, stepping closer, his voice dropping “You keep saying that but we both know that aint true”

You make a disgusted face “Fuck you”

Sentry smiled even more

Yelena made a gagging noise. “Can you two save the foreplay for after we’re done thanks?”

Bucky clears his throat, damn thats a reccuring habit, pulling you out of your trance. “We’ll do what Yelena said. Sentry, try to keep them contained here. Solara, Yelena, take the civilians out. John, Alexei and I will follow and aid Sentry with the intruders. Faster we finish faster we can rest, im exhausted” Bucky said with sincerety, is his age finally catching up to him?

Sentry stands up, his shoulder bumping into yours. He stretches and walks to the window

“Dont miss me too much, see you in a minute” He smirked and jumped.

Solara stood up, Yelena following close behind as they walked to the window.

“alright team! lets do this!”

They grabbed hands, and jumped to action

“What’s up with these people jumping out of windows?” John said looking at Bucky

Bucky only shrugged.

•••

The mission was a success, the people were arrested and the weapons are currently being investigated. John was right, a new tech is developing underground.

A few days later, the Tower was back to normal, a little too normal. No missions, no reports, no paperwork, no interviews, no emergencies..odd

Everyone was doing their own individual thing, Solara walked to the empty lounge to fill up her water bottle in a black long-sleeve crop top sportswear and leggins. John enters the room holding various files.

“What you got there Johnny?” you asked him as he sat down near the bar to read them.

“These are the files of the people arrested, i’m just checking if we left any valuable information for the report out”

You sat down next to him, patting his shoulder “Have you slept well?” you said noticing the dark circles under his eyes.

“I’ll sleep when i’m dead” He tries to quote Alexei’s words with a terrible russian accent making you both laugh.

“But seriously though, you need to take care of yourself, we cant have one of our own in bad shape. You’re very valuable for the team” You tell him honestly, John was like a big brother, and you admire the way he tried to make up for his past mistakes. You admire how he cared for everyone in his way. John only gave you a pained smile in response.

“Didnt know we were having a show today” you couldnt help to close your eyes in annoyance as you heard Sentry’s very distinguable voice from affar.

“Oh how I wish they would’ve shot him dead” you whispered annoyed, but thanks to his superhearing he heard every word.

He cockily grinned. It was weird seeing him dressed in something other than his fancy highlighter suit. Today he wore a tight sweatshirt and baggy pants, his hair was curly and you noticed how his roots started to grow back. Hah. Fake Blonde.

“Keep saying that to yourself baby- oh sorry, I keep forgetting you’re Walker’s” and not mine he wanted to say.

Oh, you had enough, solar flares danced your fingertips, impacient.

“Keep talking shit and i’ll have the pleasure of ripping your tongue out Homelander from Temu” Venom laced your words as you stood up, breathing heavily

“Oh? Supergirl has a boyfriend now? i’m hurt” He smirked, he knows how to push her buttons.

He loved it

Walker had enough too, putting the file down.

“Solara, Sentry-training room, now. Work out your issues before you break another window or one of you ends up dead. And Sentry no, I have a wife and kid, Solara and I are friends, nothing more. And if we were, that wouldnt concern you”

Sentry did a mocking soldier salute, but his eyes still lit up with malice “My favorite part of the day starts now.

Training Room

You squared off in the ring, the rest of the team watching from behind the glass. Sentry circled you, golden energy crackling at his fingertips.

“Ready to get schooled again, Solaris?” He smirked, eyes glinting with challenge.

You flexed your hands, solar energy pulsing beneath your skin. Already used to his shitty nicknames “I’ll try not to bruise your ego this time.”

He lunged, faster than sound, but you met him head-on-heat vision grazing his shoulder as he dodged. He laughed, delighted. “That all you got?”

You grinned, letting a solar flare ripple across your knuckles. “Not even close.”

He tried to pin you, but you twisted free, landing a punch that sent him skidding across the mat. He sat up, blonde hair hair wild, and grinned. “Damn, Titanium. You’re almost fun.”

Titanium? thats a new one

You offered him a hand up. “Almost?”

He took it, pulling you closer than necessary. “Keep this up, and you might even impress me.”

Suddenly a voice echoed through the intercom. “Just kiss already!”

You flushed, shoving Sentry away. He just laughed, as his back hit the wall with a loud thud oof he probably dented it, Bucky is gonna have my head

“You need to stop doing that Lena, seriously!” You tell her looking at the camera.

You felt her shrug “Can’t help it, im bored and spying people is the only good thing to do today” her voice boomed over the room”

You walked to Sentry again, pulling him up with your superstrength.

“You dented the way, Bucky is gonna make us eat shit” and he could only agree, a nervious drop of sweat dripped down his forehead.

Hallway

Yelena came down the security room, and looped her arm through yours. “He likes you, you know.” Her thick russian accent lacing through each word

You rolled your eyes. “He likes picking fights.”

She grinned. “Same thing, for him.”

Behind you, Sentry called out, “Hey, Titanium! Don’t forget-rematch tonight. Winner picks the movie.”

You shot him a look over your shoulder. “Hope you like rom-coms.”

He winked. “Hope you like losing.”

Yelena snickered. “Iconic.”

You couldn’t help but smile, the echo of Sentry’s laughter following you down the hall, the storm between you and him just beginning to rumble.

03. Eye of the Storm

The Tower’s atmosphere was lighter after that specific training session, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that the calm wouldn’t last. You, Yelena and Ava wandered into the kitchen, finding Alexei and Bucky arguing over the best way to make coffee.

“American coffee is like sewer water!” Alexei boomed, slapping the counter for emphasis.

Bucky shot him a deathly glare. “At least it doesn’t taste like jet fuel.”

Yelena rolled her eyes and grabbed a mug for you two “Ignore them, They’ve been at it for an hour.”

You grinned, pouring yourself some of Bucky’s “dirty water” and leaning against the counter. “I’ll take my chances. What do you think Ava?”

The girls looked at Ava spectantly, Ava shrugged while looking for something in the cabinet.

“Dont ask me, i’m british, we prefer tea” She dipped the tea bag, added hot water and sat with you two

“Cheers!” you clinked your mugs together.

Before you could take a sip, the lights flickered. You exchanged a look with the both of them-trouble, again.

John’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Everyone to the conference room. Now.”

•••

The team gathered, tension thickening as John face was unusually grim.

“AIM’s back,” he announced, tossing a flash drive onto the table. “They’re not just after us-they’re after the tech and put a bounty on Sentry and Solara.”

Sentry’s jaw flexed, but he kept his tone light. “Guess we’re popular, Titanium.”

You frowned, reviewing the files Walker pulled up. Schematics, blueprints, and a list of names-yours and Sentry’s at the top.

Yelena whistled. “They really don’t like you two.”

Alexei grinned. “Means you’re doing something right.”

Bucky leaned forward, voice low. “We need to be ready. If they come for us, we fight back-but we do it smart. No more solo heroics.” Now staring at Sentry

Sentry’s eyes flicked to you, something serious beneath the cocky exterior. “Don’t worry, Barnes. I’ll keep an eye on princess here.”

and here you thought y’all were progressing

You shot him a look. “I can handle myself, thank you very much”

He smirked. “I know. But where’s the fun in that?”

Later – Rooftop

You found yourself on the Tower’s rooftop, enjoying some time alone. The city lights stretching out below, it was an incredible view. Sentry landed beside you, arms folded, light steps.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice softer than usual.

You shook your head. “Just thinking.”

He studied you for a moment. “You’re not scared, are you?”

You scoffed. “Of AIM? pff please.”

He stepped closer, the air buzzing between you. “Good. Because if you were, I’d have to do something stupid. Like save you again.”

You rolled your eyes to your brain, but your heart skipped a beat. “You’re impossible.”

He grinned, leaning in just enough for his hand to brush your cheek. “You love it.”

You swatted his hand like a mosquito, he feigned being hurt.

Before you could reply, the alarm blared-red lights flashing through the night.

“Emergency – Tower Under Siege!”

You and Sentry spring down the stairwell, meeting the team in the lounge.

Bucky tossed you two a pair of comm. “They’re here. Solara, Sentry-you’re with me. Yelena, Alexei, Ghost, Walker -secure the lower levels.”

Sentry cracked his knuckles, golden light flaring. “Ready, Solaris?”

You nodded, solar energy pulsing at your fingertips. “Let’s show them why we’re at the top of their list.”

He winked, stepping in front of you as the doors exploded inward, AIM soldiers pouring into the hall.

“Stay behind me,” he teased.

You shoved past him, blasting the first wave with a solar flare. “Keep up, Sentry.”

He laughed, launching himself into the fray. “Atta girl!”

Aftermath

The fight was brutal but swift. Solara and Sentry moved in perfect sync-his raw power and your precision overwhelming the intruders. When the dust settled, Sentry hovered above the last unconscious soldier on the stairwell grinning down at you.

“Not bad, Stellar. Almost makes me want to let you win next time.”

You wiped sweat from your brow, smirking. “In your dreams.”

He floated down, landing close enough that you could see the gold flecks in his eyes. “Every night, Solara.”

You shoved him playfully, but your heart hammered in your chest. The first time he called you by your actual hero name.

The others came by and you regrouped, finishing the job together.

The storm between you was growing, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could resist.

04. Calm Before the Crash

The Tower was quiet, the kind of silence that made every sound echo. Most of the team had gone to bed, but you found yourself by the rooftop ‘s emergency door, soaking in the last rays of the city’s lights. You let the energy hum beneath your skin, feeling the gentle warmth that always lingered after a fight.

If it weren’t for your superhearing, you wouldn’t have noticed Sentry approaching you quietly. For someone so powerful, he surely knows how to be sneaky. You trully were’nt in the mood for fighting so before you clapped at him coming to pick on you, you reconsidered your choices as you looked at him

He leaned on the railing beside you, eyes scanning the skyline. For once, he didn’t wear his cocky grin. He looked tired-haunted, lost even.

You broke the silence first. “Can’t sleep?”

He shook his head. “Not lately.” Wow, who would’ve thought this almighty god had trouble sleeping?

You studied him, seeing the tension in his jaw, the way his hands flexed as if fighting something invisible. You mentally, debated what you wanted to do. Ugh, i’m so going to regret this later

“You want to talk about it?”

He hesitated, then sat on the low wall, elbows on his knees. This pose made him look so fragile “Do you know what it’s like to be afraid of yourself?” His voice was raw, stripped of all the sarcasticness it used to have all the time.

You suprised yourself by sitting beside him, close but not touching. “Sometimes. My powers…they’re a gift, but they’re also a burden. If I take in too much solar energy, I could level a city. If I don’t take enough sun, I get weak, sick. There’s never a perfect balance.”

He nodded at your statement, staring at his hands. “When I got my powers, it was supposed to be a miracle. I was just a guy- Robert Reynolds used to be my only name. Messed up, addicted, looking for a way out. I participated in a human testing experiment, not caring what would happen, hell I trully didnt care if I died. They gave me a serum, and suddenly I was a god. But there was a catch. The darkness within me came with it-I call it The Void. It’s always there, whispering, waiting for me to slip and take over. I’m terrified of what I’ll do if I lose control.”

You listened, heart aching for him with simpathy. “People see the power, not the cost. Only want the glory. They don’t understand what consequences comes with holding any power. ”

He looked at you, eyes shining in the city lights. “If I let myself feel, I’d fall apart. The Void feeds on that. It wants me to be alone.“

You reached out, your hand covering his. “You’re not alone, Sentry, I know what it’s like to feel like you’re one mistake away from disaster. But you’re more than the Void.”

He squeezed your hand, his grip trembling. You continue. “You’re more than your power.” You found yourself telling him words that you once wanted to hear.

Smiling, feeling the warmth of his skin and the truth in his words. “Hell, I can’t believe im saying this. You’re an amazing hero Sentry, the way you contribute to the team in your own way is very special. Yes they’re may be times that I want to strap you to a rocket full of grenades, or even throw you off the Burj Khalifa for being a little shit. Still do to be honest, you wont leave me alone”

He chuckled “You want my head, I get it”

“But even after all that, I think you shouldnt give in to the darkness. I’m sure the team would be willing to help you out too”

“They all have been shoved down my ass enough” Remembering the events a few years ago. Solara probably doesnt know, maybe its for the better.

“You’re not alone in this Sentry”

“You can call me Bob… well, if you want I mean. Sentry is a sickass name, way better than Bob, probably the best name around here hahah” He said with a cocky toothy grin nudging your shoulder. And there he is

“Well Bob, since we’re doing friendly introductions. You can call me, Y/N”

“Y/N” He tasted the way her name felt on his tongue “Its nice, fits you like a glove, princess”

For a long moment, you sat together in the quiet, two people carrying the weight of the world, finding solace in each other’s presence. For the first time ever, his dickheadness wasn’t so bad.

The storm inside both of you eased, if only for a little while.

05. Breaking Point

After the last attack, the Tower was humming with tension. You’d barely slept, senses on edge, always listening for the next alarm. Sentry Bob had become a little distant since your rooftop talk. Not suprising. You caught glimpses of him in the halls sometimes, golden aura flickering like a warning sign.

You were in the gym, pounding out your anxiety on a punching bag, when the emergency lights flashed red. Sirens blared. The comm crackled with Bucky’s voice:

“Guys, we’ve got incoming-AIM, these dickheads aren’t holding back. Sentry, Solara, Yelena front line. The rest of us will follow. Ava, report and go stealth mode”

Using your superspeed, you suited up quick and sprinted for the main hall, Yelena at your side. “Stay close, Дорогая. Let’s hope that Ken Doll doesnt do anything stupid”

You managed a grin. “No promises.”

The main doors exploded inward. AIM soldiers in advanced exo-suits stormed in, weapons glowing with unfamiliar energy. At their center stood out a white figure-AIM’s new soldier weapon, its suit peculiary powered by the mysterious tech.

Sentry landed beside you, face grim. “Stay behind me, Titanium.”

You bristled. “Nope, not happening”

The fight was chaos. Sentry tore through the first wave, Yelena and Solara focused on taking down the second incoming one together, but the AIM soldier unleashed a pulse that sent him crashing into a wall. Unnotices by you, something flickered in his eyes as he staggered to his feet.

You blasted the weapon with a solar flare, drawing its attention to you. “Come on, big guy. Pick on someone your own size.”

It charged you, and a fight between the two of you broke in. That thing was fast, enhanced, powerful. It threw a punch but you caught it with ease. However, the person under let a chuckle as it blasted the tech’s energy through its widow bites?? hitting you and making you loose balance. This caught you off guard but you absorbed the next energy blast, letting it fuel you. Your skin glowed, hair floating as you unleashed everything you had-a beam of pure solar energy that you knew would knock them out. It did.

Unnoticed by you, a soldier prepared to attack from behind, his weapon pointed to you head as he was taken out inmediately. Sentry was at your side in a flash, but something in his eyes were wrong-too dark, too wild.

“You’re messing with the wrong people, if you want to live, you can walk away now” His tone was filled with undeniable malice.

A soldier charged at him but was instantly turned into a shadow?? “Or not, be my guest”

More soldiers followed to battle, however he brutally manhandled-every-single one with ease. He had a wild grin on his face, his eyes glowing white as the time passed.

Yelena quickly came to your side “Oh no, its happening again. Sol, quick you have to stop him” Her russian accent laced with something you would’ve never thought you would hear, fear

You didnt question her further and quickly made way to his side, grabbing his arm to try and pull him to his senses. Sentry grabbed your neck, grip tight. “Who do you think you’re? trying to stop me? i’m a god, you’re nothing”

He slams you to the wall, you wheezed as his grip tightened. “I dont know what he sees in you, you’re weak” He continues as he gets closer and smells your hair, a whiff of your shampoo makes him smirk. Your thighs involuntarily clenched as his right hand caress your hips leaning by your ear. “You want this don’t you, I can give it to you.”

Having enough, you cupped his face, with the remaining energy you had left, forcing him to look at you, your light meeting his darkness. “You’re stronger than this, Bob. I’m here. I won’t let you go.”

For a moment, you saw him-the real Bob-fighting to surface. He blinked, eyes going back to normal. Sentry’s eyes widened as he saw the position you guys were in, and looked back to the battlefield. You two shared a look that said fight, talk later as more soldier barged in

The battle ended in minutes. The team regrouped, battered but alive.

•••

The members gathered around the table, eating comfortably and chatting. This was a common routine after a big battle. However, Sentry sat by the window apart from everyone. His eyes held that haunted gaze you saw in the rooftop. Everyone noticed how tense you two were after the incident, but nobody dared to ask. You approached slowly, placing a gentle hand on his arm.

“Wanna eat anything? You should before the fridge ends up in Alexei and John’s stomachs” you whispered.

He looked at you, voice broken. “I lost it. I almost hurt you.”

You squeezed his hand. “But you didn’t. You fought it. Besides, i’m a big girl, I can handle myself” You flexed your bicep.

He let out a small laugh, some of the darkness easing from his eyes. “Keep telling yourself that, Solara”

For the first time, you felt hope-maybe, together, you could weather any storm.

06. Fracture

The Tower was messier than usual. AIM’s attack had left damage beyond the usual “repaint, move on” You courtly greeted the usual construction team working on the repairs as you made your way to the conference room.

The team gathered around the round table. Alexei sat besides his daughter who had a bored look on her face, Ava sat one chair apart leaving space for you, John sat on the other side with a small note pad filled with what you would assume were things he wanted to discuss, and lastly bucky stood by the whiteboard with some files.

The only missing one was Sentry. Not that you cared anyway.

“Sentry will be here later. He had a meeting with Valentina.” Bucky said for the team’s knowledge. Although the team didn’t have a formal leader, you all secretly agreed that if they were to be one, it had to be him. After all, he was the one that brought them together. Bucky rights on the board “Mission Report” damn. his handwriting is neat for a fossil.

“Anything you wanna comment on?” He asks before Ava raises her hand “Yes, they were twice the people we encountered before. At least 30 people per group, all armed with the same type of weapons”

You add thinking deeply “There was this person, who had a mask and a white suit, I would guess that was their leader. Although this person’s fighting style was different, but very familiar…almost like an enhanced black widow” You said truthfully.

Yelena turned to her in disbelief “You can’t be serious are you? The Red Room is gone, my sister and I made sure of that. “ You saw the pained look on her face when she mentioned Natasha.

“Dreykov’s dead, and not a single widow remains under the room’s control since we freed them all.” She huffed and Alexei rubbed her back, calming her down “Sorry, I got carried away, please continue” You gave her a sad smile, knowing that this was a sensitive topic “The person’s suit was oddly similar to the widow’s suits, also, they blasted me with two wrist guards similar to what you and Nat use. Coincidence? I think not”

John butts in, interest in his tone “Are you saying there may be a widow involved with this mysterious organization?” You nodded and Yelena rubbed her temple, clearly stressed.

“Well if there is one, she’s enhanced. I saw through the vents how she took down the lower level guards with ease.” Ava said. “Also, when are we gonna discuss what happened with Sentry back there? Seriously, he was crazier than usual”

Bucky nods “Solara, Yelena, when Sentry lost control, what happened before that?” You girls look at each other trying to remember

“Ah!” Yelena snaps her finger, remembering

“The white soldier blasted him with weird energy while me and Solara took down the others at the sides. You nod and add “After that, he completely changed” Everything discussed, John writes it down on his notepad. “Do you think the weapon had something to do?” Yelena asks Bucky.

Bucky grimmed, a clear thought passing through his head “This is more serious than I thought.”

Ava asks “What is it?” Bucky looked her way “We may be dealing with something similar to Superman’s red kryptonite. In the comics, the green one weakened him, the red one, however, made him loose control”

John snorted, eyes still on his pad “Didn’t take you for the kind that reads comics” Bucky palms his face grunting “It’s called having hobbies, Walker. And the first came out in 1938, for your information” Alexei stopped the banter “Sargent Barnes, if this is the case, what should we do? will Sentry turn on us?” He asked him with concern

“No I dont think he will, but we need to be precautios of whats coming. Keep Sentry at bay and investigate further. We can schedule a undercover mission to gather intel.” Everyone nodded.

Bucky hands Alexei some files which he passes around. “Some of the people arrested had criminal backstories with Hydra and Shield. Look for valuable info, Yelena if you can, get something out of any of them. That’s all for today”

The door opened, Sentry entered with his usual cocky grin. “Hope I didnt miss much” Bucky sighed and quicky summarized the meeting, including the part of the red kryptonite situation.

“Damn, Buck, who would’ve knew you read comics.” Sentry said with a raised eyebrow. John laughed loudly at his comment, fist bumping him. “I told him the same thing dude!” However, the energy of the room felt uneasy after that meeting.

•••

You found yourself in the kitchen later in the night, trying to make coffee, but the machine sputtered and died with a sad wheeze.

“Need help, Solaris?” Sentry’s voice behind you was a little too close, a little too smug.

You didn’t turn around. “Unless you can fix a coffee maker with your ego, I’m good.”

He leaned in, voice low. “My ego fixes a lot of things, sunshine.”

You snorted, grabbing another mug from the cabinet. “Like what? Your reputation for being a pain in my ass?”

He grinned, eyes glinting. “And you love it.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart hammered. He was too close, heat radiating off him like a second sun. “You wish.”

He stepped back, cocky and casual, but you saw the tension in his jaw. You think he wanted you riled up, going back to his usual ways, rooftop talk long gone, and damn if it wasn’t working.

Yelena strolled in, hair in a half bun, jeans and hoodie, wait, isnt that my hoodie? . She eyed the two of you, then the broken coffee maker. “You two flirting or fighting? Hard to tell these days.” You shot her a glare. “He’s being insufferable.” Sentry shrugged, grabbing an apple from the counter. “She started it.” Yelena grinned. “If you two finally hook up, can you keep it down? Some of us need sleep.”

You choked on your coffee. Sentry just smirked, biting into the apple with a wink.

•••

Later, Bucky called a meeting in the lounge. “Someone infiltrated our database and our security team. We’re on lockdown until we figure out who leaked it. groups only. No one goes anywhere alone.”

Yelena immediately claimed you as her partner, but Bucky shook his head. “Solara, you’re with Sentry. Yelena, you’re with Ava. Alexei, John you’re with me.” You groaned. “Seriously?” Sentry’s grin was pure trouble.

You stomped furiously down the hallway to your room. Sentry following close. At your door you turned to face him “If you snore, I’m blasting you into the sun.” He leaned close, voice dropping. “You’d have to get close enough to find out.”

You shoved him, but he caught your wrist, pinning you to the door with a loud thudz The air buzzed with electricity. “Careful, sunshine,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours. “You keep pushing, I might just push back.” You glared, fighting the blush forming on your face. “Let go.” He did, but not before his thumb traced a line over your lips. “You’re fun when you’re mad.”

Having enough, you push him hard again and opened the door, craving to close it in his face and breaking all his perfect teeth. Inside, he glanced around your room: spacious, but comfortable. All sorts of paintings and posters decorated the walls, a small desk was filled with pens, notes, your bed was unkempt in a way that it meant that you planned to nap later. He saw a makeup vanity covered with polaroids of the team, you Yelena and Ava making funny faces, John sleeping on the couch and Alexei putting whip cream on his spralled hand, Bucky asleep as you drew things on his face with a smile and him in the back reading. He smiled at the sight.

You removed your hoodie staying only in a crop top, his eyes following you as you reached for the tv remote on the nightstand. You glanced his way “If you’re done staring, make yourself comfortable”

He sits on the edge of your bed, unsure when you said “I hope you like romcoms, you owe me one”

•••

Hours later, you woke up and found him in the floor, sitting alone in the dark. The cockiness was gone, replaced by shadows.

You glanced from the bed, silent for a moment. “You okay?”

He didn’t look at you. “I just thinking about that day, when I lost control”

You patted your side motioning him to sit, he does. “You didn’t. You fought it.”

He let out a shaky breath. “You make it sound so easy”

You swallowed, heart pounding. Remebering how the dark version of him gripped your neck, caressed your hip and whispered things in your ear

He turned, searching your face. “You’re dangerous, Y/N. You make me want to do things I shouldn’t.”

Sentry’s face starts getting closer to yours, you felt his breath on your lips.

The moment stretched, electric and fragile. You pulled away panicking “Let’s go to sleep” you quicky turned around, heart pounding against your sternum.

Sentry laughed, and the tension broke-but something had shifted between you. The storm was coming, and you weren’t sure you wanted to outrun it anymore.

[qoldenskies]

i feel like out of everyone april would be the worst with self-deprecating humor. the boys have self-esteem issues but they're literally all the types to play up confidence or double down instead of addressing them (raph the least, but he can be pretty stubborn at times), but april's momentum only takes her so far and she is pretty willing to admit defeat if her usual methods dont work. the speed at which she falls back into the idea that she cant do anything right,,, there's probably a point where she jokes about it before it even happens to prepare herself for disappointment, right?

[overwhelmed-alien]

ER Nurse/Firefighter Hangster 🧑🏻‍🚒❤️🧑🏼‍⚕️

Inspired by an episode of “The Pitt”. You’ll know which one.

The hydraulic doors opened with a whoosh of air and immediately the din of the waiting room assaulted his senses. Bradley Bradshaw sighed as he pocketed his keys in his hoodie. No matter what day - no matter what time of day - he visited his husband in the emergency room, the waiting area was packed to capacity. Over-capacity most times. Babies screaming, children crying, adults griping and complaining about the extended wait times. Coughing and hacking and moaning and yelling into phones. He didn’t know how the ER staff did it day in and day out without going crazy.

He stood behind a frantic mom bouncing a feverish toddler and waited his turn at reception. This was Jake’s third double this week. All hospitals in the area were severely understaffed, but two maternity leaves in day shift threw this one into an upheaval trying to keep up.

Bradley hadn’t seen Jake much lately; he’d come in shuffling like a zombie with just enough energy to shower and eat a little of the dinner Bradley had put away for him - more than likely his first meal in twelve hours - and then stretch out on top of Bradley on the couch to watch a movie. He’d usually be fast asleep within the first ten minutes. But Bradley didn’t care. Not about the drool on his chest, or the damp hair tickling his chin, not the quiet snoring or being pinned bodily to the couch by dead weight. He loved quiet nights cuddling in their pajamas, getting to hold that precious being in his arms, close to his heart, exactly where he belonged. He knew they were each other’s safe place. He knew that because Jake always held him after particularly difficult shifts, as well. Would make him his mom’s banana nut bread and thread his fingers through Bradley’s curls. Jake was everything to him. His safety, his sanity. Bradley knew Jake felt the same about him because he’d said so in his vows.

“Are you gonna just stand there looking dopey, Fireman, or do you got somethin’ to say?”

Mary the receptionist was Brooklyn to her bones. She’d worked at this San Diego hospital longer than Bradley had been alive and hadn’t lost a bit of her accent. He was pretty sure after these three years of him being a regular (both visitor and patient) that she knew his name, but she still referred to him simply as Fireman. Her Coke bottle glasses emphasized the blue eye shadow as she raked her gaze down his body appreciatively. He suppressed a shudder.

“Mary, sweetheart!” He smiled at her. He knew this song and dance by heart. “How are you, beautiful?”

“I’m almost as full’a shit as you are, bub. This is my third break.” She gestured to the Check-In window to emphasize she was, in fact, still working. “What brings you to my humble domain? Don’t tell me, don’t tell me. Ya wanna scoot back here “real quick” to definitely not defile the storage closet with the life size Ken doll again, huh?”

“That was one time, and there was no defiling. I told you, he was looking for gauze and tripped-“

“-face-first into your crotch, yeah yeah. What do I know about gravity, right, I’m not Isaac Neutron or whatever. Meanwhile, he probably needs some stress relief after the incident earlier.”

Bradley frowned. “Incident?”

“Oh yeah, some asshole built like an Oakland linebacker came in a few hours ago screaming about having to wait so long, and your boy toy flew out here like an avenging angel and chewed his ass out in front of everyone. It was like David and Goliath all over again. Your boy can string some inspiring words together when he wants to. Gigantor turned tail and walked out, quiet as a rat. People, am I right?”

He nodded, brows still furrowed. That did sound like Jake. As sweet as he usually was, he had no tolerance for rudeness, and held no qualms about confrontation. “Yeah. People.”

“Go on, get outta here, Fireman. Anyone asks, I didn’t see you.”

The door to the right unlocked with an audible click. He beamed and gestured a quick but genuine “thank you” before heading through the door to the emergency floor.

He’d just gotten off his shift and had swung by the Hibachi place Jake loved for a couple takeout plates. If Jake wasn’t busy they could eat together in the break room, if he was, he’d stick the box in the communal fridge for later and head home. Mostly he just wanted to lay eyes on his husband and make sure he was taking care of himself. When Jake got busy he always forgot to eat. Forgot to stop and rest. Bradley took his job to remind him very seriously.

Almost immediately, Bradley clocked something was off on the floor. There was always an air of frantic anxiousness back here in the ED, but it felt different tonight. The hairs on his neck bristled. He disregarded the patients and locked onto the different faces of the personnel, their body language as they hovered over screens and flitting around the stations.

They were angry. A cold, quiet, seething anger, kept at bay by professionalism, but it was there, and it was obvious.

He didn’t see Jake.

He did see Beau. It was hard to miss Dr. Simpson, he was a big man, a Navy man as well, one of his godfather’s good friends. Well, Ice’s good friend, he tolerated Mav. His handsome face was pinched tight as he rushed out of the corner unit in the back and wheeled around the main nurses station in the middle of the floor. He’d just picked up the phone when he met Bradley’s eyes. He put the phone down.

“Rooster.” Beau looked grim. There was blood staining his scrubs. “Who called you?”

Bradley’s heart sank into his stomach. “Wha-…nobody called me.” He shook the bag in his hand. “I - I brought Jake food.” He looked around again for a familiar blond head. “Beau, where is he.”

Beau could read him as well as Bradley could read everyone else. He probably sensed the impending meltdown because he was in front of Bradley in two long strides, strong hands gripping his shoulders. “He’s okay. He’s gonna be fine, son.”

The bag of hibachi dropped to the floor. “‘Okay’ and ‘gonna be fine’ are two different things, which is it.” He could see the pulsing of his heartbeat in his vision. Nurses were avoiding his gaze. “Where is my husband, I’m not asking again.”

Beau sighed, rubbed his hands down his face. He looked exhausted. “Dr. Benjamin is checking him out now-“

“-Why is Penny-“

“-Because she’s a neurologist,” Beau cut him off. Bradley fell silent and let the older man guide him through the nurses station toward the corner unit. “There was an…altercation…in the waiting room earlier. Jake confronted an erratic man causing a scene. You know how mouthy he can get. The man left, we thought nothing else of it. Jake…he went outside for a break a few minutes ago, the guy snuck up behind him and sucker punched him in the face like a fucking coward.”

He drew the curtain back and Bradley felt his knees give out. He caught himself on the foot rail of the gurney in front of him.

There was so much blood.

It covered much of his husband’s beautiful face, wrapped grotesque tendrils around his slim neck. The scrubs he wore were soaked. In Jake’s blood.

Bradley saw red.

“Hey baby.”

Jake’s tired, slightly slurred voice cut through the wrath-fueled haze in Bradley’s mind. He hadn’t even noticed the pretty green eyes - swollen and blood-red and wrapped in bruises already turning shades of blue and purple - staring up at him. Awake and alert. He was awake. Bradley shook out of Dr. Simpson’s hold and frantically reached for his husband, knocking the empty chair out of the way in his rush. He stopped short, not knowing where to put his hands that wouldn’t cause any more pain or damage, but needing to touch him more than he needed oxygen.

Jake must have sensed his husband’s desperation. He reached out with both arms and pulled Bradley in by his hoodie, forcing him to sit beside him on the gurney. He was sitting upright, not lying down, and he squirmed until Bradley’s arm was wrapped around his shoulders. He leaned into his husband and breathed a deep sigh, the tension melting out of him.

“Would you please be still,” Dr. Penny Benjamin was as beautiful as ever, even with the tight jaw and furrowed brow. Bradley hadn’t even noticed her sitting in a rolling stool beside the gurney. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and winked at Bradley. “Hey, Roo. Think he’s trying to absorb you through osmosis.”

“I’m fine with that.” Bradley croaked, his voice cracking, and squeezed a little tighter. He looked down at the love of his life. He closed his eyes. He couldn’t wrap his head around all the blood. Jake wasn’t supposed to be hurt. He had the dangerous job, not Jake. Never Jake. Jake was supposed to always be safe. He could be tired or angry or upset, but never hurt. “…Honey?” He didn’t even know how to speak to him in this state.

Jake held no such reservations. “I’m fine, B. Fucker blind-sided me like a pussy. Sorry, Penny.”

Penny huffed, but she was smiling. Bradley understood why Mav walked nose-first into a door when Penny smiled at him that time. “He’ll be okay. Took a hard fall, and head wounds tend to bleed a lot, but he doesn’t need stitches, just glue. His nose took the brunt of it, but thankfully it’s not broken. His stunning good looks will be intact once the swelling goes down, everyone will be happy to know.”

Beau let out a breath like he’d been holding it. “We’ll get him cleaned up and you can take him home.”

“Bullshit, I’m staying. I’ve got four hours left in my shift.” Jake sat up straighter and glared at Beau through his bruises. He looked exhausted and miserable. Bradley drew him in closer.

“You most certainly are not-“

“This isn’t the first time I’ve been punched in the face, Cy.”

“While that doesn’t surprise me at all, we’re still going to follow concussion protocol-“

“I’m a fucking combat medic, not a fucking candy striper, I’m fine.”

“What’s a candy striper?” A young med student walking by whispered to another, who shrugged. Beau shooed them away and pulled the curtain closed.

“Jacob,” Penny gently grasped his chin and shined a light in his eyes, gauging pupil responses again. “Straighten up or I’m taking you down to imaging and stuffing you into a CT scan.”

“But I can-“

“Bradshaw!” Both Jake and Bradley visibly flinched. Penny Benjamin was scarier than any drill sergeant. She pocketed her penlight and stood up to lean over him. “Sensitivity to light and sound. Anxiety and mood swings. You’re a little uncoordinated, a little slurry, and I bet you have one hell of a headache. I love you kid, and nobody is denying that you’re tough as nails, but you have a concussion, and you need to rest.” She reached over to pull Bradley in by the scruff of his neck. “Let your adorable puppy of a husband take you home and fuss over you for a change.”

“Go home, son.” Beau added. “I don’t want to see you in here for three days unless you’re getting checked out.”

Jake shook his head, drew in a sharp breath. Bradley could see the tears in his eyes, hear them in his voice. “We’re so short-staffed already.”

“We’ll survive three days without the mighty Jake Seresin Bradshaw, I promise.”

Bradley was elbowed in the gut as Jake flailed to stand up and prove his capabilities. He stood up, too, and caught Jake by the waist when he wobbled precariously. Blond hair tickled his face as Jake leaned his forehead into Bradley’s neck seeking comfort. A single, strangled sob escaped his throat before he tamped it back down. Bradley knew. These tears weren’t from pain, or even anger. They came from a place of helplessness and frustration and exhaustion. He’d had this conversation with Jake before.

It never ends. He was there to help, spent his time trying to make people feel better, live a little longer, and all he got in return was sucker punched. Spit on. Yelled at. Cursed at. Day in and day out. He saw the absolute worst in people, and fought like hell for them anyway. They all did. Every doctor and nurse and receptionist and janitor in this understaffed emergency department had a desperate need to save people, and it was taking its toll, some days more than others.

“I’m taking you home, sweetheart.” Bradley’s tone left no room for discussion. Jake just nodded against his neck, his exhaustion suddenly palpable. He sat the blond back down on the padding and dropped a lingering kiss to his forehead, making sure his mustache tickled Jake’s skin. “Let Penny clean you up a bit, okay, hon? I’m gonna step outside and talk to Beau a minute. Be right back.”

He gripped Dr. Simpson’s bicep and pulled him away from the cubicle. “I need a name, and I need it fucking now.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Beau don’t fuck with me, I’m gonna find out anyway, you may as well save me a few minutes of interrogation.”

“We’ve already got the police involved, let them handle it.”

“What, for him to get a slap on the wrist? Fuck no-“

“Need I remind you that the last time Jake got hurt here and you went all “Navy SEAL” on everybody, Ice had to get the fucking governor of California involved to keep your ass out of jail? Hmm? You think that’s gonna happen twice? Who’s gonna look after Jake if you’re in prison for attempted murder?” He stopped before he was actively shouting and took a deep breath. “You are one of the most intelligent people I know, but when it comes to that boy in there you turn into a knuckle-dragging dumbass.”

Bradley opened his mouth to defend himself but Beau cut him off. “This isn’t the first time one of my staff has been assaulted, and it won’t be the last. Understand that. It comes with the territory. We’ve all been hit and kicked and pissed and spit on. Every one of us. Jake doesn’t need a knight in shining armor to fight for him. He’s a tough kid, respect his capabilities. Right now the only thing he needs is a caring and attentive husband. Be that for him, Bradshaw.”

Simpson was right. Of course he was. Bradley knew he was a hothead when it came to Jake and his safety. He’d wanted to protect Jake Seresin the first time he’d ever laid eyes on him, even though it was, in fact, Jake protecting a wounded Bradley at the time. Every cell in his body vibrated with a primal need to protect that man, the love of his life and every life beyond.

The curtain pulled back and Jake was there, a little unsteady, Penny guiding him. Most of the blood on his face and neck had been wiped away; his scrub top was missing, the white undershirt a little less gruesome. Bradley met Beau’s eyes and nodded, reached out to shake the man’s hand briefly before hurrying over to Jake’s side where he belonged. He unzipped his Station 86 hoodie and wrapped it around Jake’s shoulders before zipping it up to hide the bloodstains on his collar. Jake looked up at him and smiled. “I would’ve stolen it anyway.” The Texas twang heavy on his lips. God, he looked so tired. On a soul-deep level.

“I know, angel. You wear it more than I do, anyway, guess I stole it from you. Just giving it back.”

“You know concussion protocol, I’m assuming,” Penny handed him a packet of papers with a knowing smirk.

“All too well, ma’am.”

“He’ll sit here and you can go get your car and pull it around to the ambulance bay. We’ll meet you outside.” Beau pushed a wheelchair behind Jake, who balked for a second before admitting defeat and flopping down into it.

“Yes, sir.”

“And then you’re going to take him home and put him to bed, and I don’t want to see him for three days. At least.”

Jake whined petulantly. Bradley bent down and dropped a peck to his hair, smiling into it. “Three days of couch cuddles. I’m totally down for that.”

Jake perked up significantly at that. “Yeah, that doesn’t sound too bad.”

Beau nodded sagely. “As long as you keep the supply closet shenanigans to a minimum.”

“Oh shit-“

The End

[yayasvalveplay]

I saw someone else's hades/persephone au suggestion and I have one of my own.

Since in every other universe, the Matrix is bonded to Optimus, why not have that happen in TFA?

The crew finds the Allspark on some random planet, and the artifact immediately forces itself into his chest plates the moment Optimus touches it. Op also gets reformatted as a larger mech, large enough to be mistaken as a warframe.

So when Megatron makes it aboard the Orion, he doesn't find the Allspark, he finds a warframe with an Autobot brand.

If you thought he was angry with the Autobots before, finding a beautiful stranger that he believes was raised to hate and fear his own kind (true but not in the way he thinks) infuriates him. While the Allspark is his ultimate goal, he now has a secondary objective "rescuing" this poor misguided warframe.

Whether Megatron makes it off the ship while abducting Optimus or the crash leaves the crew to wake up on Earth 50 years later, Optimus now has to deal with Megatron trying to "free" him and teach him the error of his ways.

Another snag is that Megatron doesn't realize that Optimus has the Allspark as Optimus’s field masks the Allspark's signal. However, his field also doesn't prevent the artifact from "acting out" and randomly bringing things to life.

So like we all know in the episode where Megatron gets the Allspark and puts it in his spark.

Ya what if when the allspark opens for Op is forces his chassis open and forces its way into his spark casing.

Hence why it can reformat him so easily.

Though it would still be funny if we went with the whole they still go to Earth. Because imagine the first Time sari interacts with the gang.

Like he still picks her up and all that. And with the Matrix attached to himself. The energy goes and flows through her immediately turning her into her cybertronian form.

And now they are all freaking out because wtf Op why would you turn an organic cybertronian!?

That or it bypasses her and goes and changes her key only, seeing she is not ready to receive the full power yet. It needs her to take it slow abd constantly feel the power before it outright gives it to her. ( I like this idea better)

But yes. I do think that when Megs awakens he will be trying to find a way to get Op to his side.

As for the other earth cybertronians. That can be really really funny. Considering it's attached itself to his spark. Anything that could become cybertronian has Op life signature on it. Aka they are Ops sons.

And yes that includes Sari's key, and soon enough Sari herself will be considered a daughter of Optimus once she upgrades herself.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

What did you think of the eternity float story? I know you’ve said before you prefer events with strong storytelling/writing so I was wondering if this one hit the mark for you?

Any hometown event comes with the usual shortcomings of a hometown event. Low stakes, a lot of eating and souvenir shopping, etc. Eternity Float is no different from previous hometown events in that regard.

BUT!! ☝️🤓 Putting aside my J word and TLM bias (although I’m the type of person that evaluates media MORE harshly, not less, when the characters/media I like are involved), I do think Eternity Float is a step up from most other hometown events because it is slightly more ambitious. I’d argue that the highlight of this event’s story isn’t the wedding/Eternity Float, but instead the subtler secondary plot about how Jade has changed since his childhood + middle school days. Throughout the event, there are many details that feed into this recurring idea of Jade once not having interest in land or not having the belief that he could comfortably be on land. Then he becomes curious somewhere along the way and starts dreaming and working toward that dream. He decides to stop staring longingly at the land to become a part of it. And knowing just how competent he is in other areas now (such as being able to meet all of Vil’s demands; see: Jade Dorm Uniform vignettes)?? How much extra work did he have to put in to get to this point?? Jade isn’t a natural genius like Floyd is; Jade has actually had to put in tons of time and energy to develop all these skills, to learn the polite mannerisms of his mother, to present as pleasant, etc.

Jade genuinely expresses multiple times in Eternity Float that he is grateful to have made these memories with everyone. He also talks about how his past self would be amazed to see himself today more than once. We hear stories of him in the sea but also hear about how he’d visit Ultramarine City to actively learn about life on land. We meet his old land boot camp instructor. Just listening to him share about his experiences, you get the sense that he really worked hard to be able to walk and study on land as competently as he can today. It carries that wistful and hopeful and determined spirit of Ariel, and it harkens back to TLM source material without being outright stated.

We hear from Georgina, his mother, about how she frequently worries about Jade and is glad he has friends that support him and try to understand him. Now, this could also be said for the other family members we meet in hometowns, but the difference here is that Georgina’s worries actually help in scaffolding Jade’s growth. She is concerned about how Jade is faring on land because she may be aware her son is a literal fish out of water and may have lacked confidence before—but now she is put at ease after seeing that Jade does have a social circle and is having fun on land. (The only other parent whose worries about their kid has major story relevance is Dylla in White Rabbit Fest, as Deuce would later go on to honorably win the Rabbit Run against delinquents that had disrespected her. By the way, I also consider White Rabbit Fest to be one of the better written hometowns.)

This is especially important because we see in his book 7 dream that Jade, above all else, believes in himself. Eternity Float is the character growth Jade needed for book 7, it’s done sooo much better than his actual Draconia-induced dream BUT I DIGRESS— To imply that there was a point in time in which he did not have that confidence in regards to living on land is really fascinating and also implies previous growth. It manages to walk the line of keeping Jade mysterious—which is a large part of his appeal to a certain fanbase—while also demonstrating to us how his character has developed over time.

The event still has missed opportunities, of course. We could have gotten a better glimpse into Jade’s past if he actually knew the bride and groom instead of being complete strangers. Or maybe the land boot camp instructor we ran into in town could have been introduced sooner or stuck around for longer to drop more lore about kid!Jade. Still, I think it’s overall a bit stronger than the usual hometown event. Nowhere near the quality of Glorious Masquerade, mind you, but for sure one of my favorite hometown events.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Childhood friends w/ an easily scared reader who works at STYX

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Idia & Ortho Shroud ]

[ Twisted Wonderland ]

⚠️ Heavy spoilers about Idia and Ortho's backstory

× This is inspired in Huohuo (from Honkai star rail)

× Implaied that reader is a beastman

I love Huohuo soooo muuuch!! She is my baby now, if something happens to her i will kill everyone in the xianzhou luofu and then myself, alright???

Anyways, i love this two idiots to death too so let me just spread my love 💥💥💥💥

You ended up in STYX because of an accident, you found a strange creature that looked completely inofensive, while trying to find out what was that the creature quickly took over you trying to possess you, in reality this was a highly dangerous creature made by pure negative energy and now was trying to take over your body to have a body to room around, so when STYX found out you were taken to the quartes to be treated and try to avoid any kind of dangerous outcome, after all the creature's power and energy could it be too much for your body to handle

After being treated the creature was being able to be sealed but since it managed to get attached to you for how the slow reaction of STYX was, ending on this creature being now attached to your tail (winning the nickname of Mr Tail by you in the process), since it was made of pure negative energy you had to stay under observaron to make sure it won't end up causing any alteration in your blot

You were treated as a subject of research so Idia was informed about it until after a while, once they knew you were estable enough (and he was told about it because he would take care of STYX one day), but no matter how surprising it was he was quite hesitant to get closer to you, you were around his age or maybe his little brother's age, but he just didn't knew how to approach you, so at the end it was until he told Ortho about you that both decided to try to get close to you

They found a way to get close to you and befriend you without being stopped by the researchers of STYX and despite the initial hesitantion you three quickly became good friends! Ortho was so excited to finally have a friend and was always talking about how amazing his brother is and how much he wanted for you to join while they were playing videogames, Idia was quite hesitant but he just couldn't say not to him so he tried his best

Idia and Ortho soon tried found excuses to let you get out of your room to spend more time with them, after all you were incredibly easy to scare and this place was the scariest place int he world, they really wanted to help you feel more comfortable and after the sneaky visits you grew comfortable enough to talk more with them, they have even got to met Mr Tail, and since he talked to them both brothers could assure that it wasn't a threat anymore, still you had to stay most of the time under observation and the tests so you couldn't spend as much time as you wanted with them

At the end, having you around was another reason to want to go in adventures, you clearly didn't liked at all STYX quarters, it was way too scary (specially knowing that there were phantoms in the island), maybe they could be heroes for you too and take you somewhere you could be more comfortable! So they put their plan in action, after hacking the system Idia was busy trying to find a way to get you and then get out of the island without being discovered when the alarms started and the accident happened

After that day the director of STYX knew they should strengthen the security and since Idia was too busy trying to built the android that could replace Ortho he ended up trying to come up with any other functional plan, deciding that maybe you could be of help along with creating the new security system, of course you weren't the first option after all you were here just because you suffered from an unfortunate accident but the thing attached to you had a great power and if you manage to get control over it you would be accepted as employee in STYX, being one of the only few mages that worked here, you didn't wanted to, it was too scary (as much as Mr Tail called you a coward that didn't make it less scary) but you accepted at the end, for Idia and Ortho, to prevent something like that to happen ever again

Even when you quickly regretted you decision since now you were working in one of the scariest places in the world as part of the security you still tried your best, and while Idia was insolated in his room you tried to become more brave and stronge, you wanted to be able to help him like he have helped you when you were to scared of this place

When he finally came out of his room you were the only one to support him over Ortho, maybe you didn't understood why he would do that but he was still your friend, so you stuck at his side, it took some time for you to go back to be the good friends you were before the accident but it happened, you two understood each others too well, prefering to stay in the safety of your rooms and understanding better than anyone else what was to lost Ortho back then, so you two quickly become family

And not only in that but now you two were stuck working in STYX, something that non of you really wanted but couldn't avoid it, even if he felt bad for not being able to be normal at least he wasn't alone in this, and even when he felt incredibly bad for being happy of having you in the same position as him Idia just couldn't help himself, so to make it up for it he took it in himself to help you feel more comfortable and happy here

Idia grow incredibly comfortable at your side over the years, being able to be his normal self at your side while also being always there for you when you needed him, as well as Ortho, after all the android was slowly improving over time and he recognized you as your childhood friend and family too! Idia even asked Ortho to look after you whenever you needed it, when he was busy with his work or whenever you were exhausted from yours (specially when you had to go in misions out of STYX quarters)

Even if you two have spend your entire lifes together he still find himself surprised by Mr Tail, as time passed this creature have grow more comfortable to present himself more often, but whenever he did normally was just to say not so kind things about you two and how coward you two were, he didn't liked him much but it wasn't like he could get away from him, after all he was attached to you (and you assure him that, despite his words he didn't meant to be mean, wich wasn't a lie but Mr Tail will never admit it)

Once he got accepted in Night Raven Collage he was a bit nervous, even if Ortho was accepted to be with him even during classes this would be the first time you two separate for so long (after all, if you had to go missions those never lasted too long), it would be better and even a bit comforting if you were accepted in the school too (wich is more likely to happen), still there is the posibility that you enter school with a year or two of diference, and if that happens he will be considerably sad but will make sure to be ready to help you get used in school when is your time to come, making sure Ortho help you get used to the campus

As his childhood friend he will hold you incredibly close to his heart, he would feel shy to say it but still he will find a moment to tell you how for him you are his family, and he wants to assure that you are happy and safe, as long as you two are stuck in this together he will make sure you can always count on him, he will make sure to don't make a mistaken as big or tragic as the last time, he won't lose you too

[foxiefunland]

Silver Springs (18+ MDNI) || Dark Butcher x Bright Fairy

Warnings: All of my fics have extremely DARK themes. Read at your own risk. Always 18+ MDNI.

Tags: For you @dumpy-little-nobody 💖, @butchersboobs , @rustanddusted , @scrmqwn , @bobabilbil , @bimboyaoi

What a long fucking day. Another dead end in what wasn’t the first sewer they trudged through that mission, no one had showered in two days, and to top it all off, you were slamming your little feet against Billy Butcher’s chest because he forgot to pack your granola snacks, and you’d burned through all your sugar packets earlier that morning. So, yeah, you were a bit pissed, but even with all your strength and rage you didn’t pack more of a punch than an acorn falling from a tree.

Your glow had dimmed, was just a soft fizzling hint of light. Your wings nearly gave out right, stuttering before you shook your head in determination, hands on your little hips, giving him the most pissed-off expression you could muster. Didn’t do much for your boyfriend, who just rolled his eyes to the sky and opened up his jacket to allow you to fly into his inside pocket.

“Right. Quit yer flappin. In ya go.”

You stayed barely hovering in the air, wings flapping, giving your best glare. “Say please.”

“Oh for fuc- yer royal fuckin’ highness, will you please get in me jacket?”

That was better. You finally let yourself settle into the warmth of his inside jacket pocket. Smooth interior fabric that stayed just cool enough on hot days, but was enough to keep you warm when you needed it, you could lean against his strong chest and feel and hear his heartbeat like a song, and it enveloped you in his smell: cheap soap, cigarettes, him.

Your voice may have been muffled from the jacket, but you were still heard loud and clear. “Mmm! Toasty!”

He starts the short walk to a shitty 23-hour diner a few blocks away, fresh cigarette already between his lips, your New York accent yelling at him from inside your warm happy place. Even at this late hour, the streets are alive with cars revving and speeding, more than enough businesses open late for the convenience of individuals exactly like them. “And I want a pancake stack this time!”

Butcher took a great inhale on his cigarette, letting the smoke trail out slow as he nodded to no one in particular. “Yeah, yeah. Fairy princess wants her flapjacks.” He tossed the rest of his smoke away as he neared the doors to the diner, giving you a quick peek in his pocket. “Did alrigh’ today. Even with the bitchin’.”

“Great!” You squeaked up at him. “Now walk faster, jackass! They do close for one hour every night.”

\\\

Butcher sits down in a quiet corner, like always. Best way to keep an eye on the door, see who’s around him, and be prepared before anyone reaches him. You’ve picked up on a few things, having to learn all about this awful world since you entered it. More often than not, Butcher wanted you to stay put, out of sight, but you were never having that. Your eyes peeked over the pocket, scanning the diner just like he was.

All stealth was tossed aside the second you saw the waitress, however, leaping out of his pocket to excitedly shout your order up at her, but Butcher’s overbearing voice ordered for you both instead. “Pancakes, double. And fruit or somethin’.”

Your wings fluttered indignantly, the little bit of rest you had giving you just enough energy to glow, catching the waitresses’ attention. She eyed you wearily. “Make that three stacks, please.” You give Butcher a look. “I’m still metabolizin’ those drinks from last night-“

Flashback to last night, at the flat you lived in with Butcher. You were pouring a single shot of a bright green drink, a bottle you kept from your homeland. “This is fae-distilled absinthe. I chug, you sip.”

Butcher scoffed. “Sip?!”

And after one shot quickly kicked back that you requested he take slow, Butcher was holding you in the palm of his giant hand, crooning “Take My Breath Away” as he nuzzled your belly with the adorable tip of his nose. You were only slightly less wrecked, practically liquid glitter in his hold, giggling away with each brush against you.

“You were sweet,” You continued recounting the evening, eyes shining up at him. “Told me I was the ‘one bright thing left in this shite world’.”

Butcher was all too thankful the waitress decided to plop your plates down at that very moment, nearly crushing you with Butcher’s double stack of pancakes. He took a huge forkful into his mouth, using it as a reason to mutter a half-assed response. “I was off my tits.”

“Still, though,” You take a pretty impressive size bite for such a little thing, wings glowing brighter and fluttering happily at the gooey goodness. You almost lose your train of thought you’re so relieved to be eating and consuming sugar again. Volume getting louder, accent getting thicker. Yeah, you were on your way back. “You’re lucky I had to escape the Grove. Otherwise I woulda never ended up here. You ever think of that?”

Butcher nodded, still avoiding eye contact. “Kinda hard not to when yer squattin’ in my jacket.”

You smile, dabbing the sticky syrup of your lips with a tiny corner of his napkin. Your eyes drift over to his plate, which includes a side of hash browns. “Gimme some of your hash browns.”

He snorts, immediately pulling his plate closer, arm wrapped around the edge like a wall. He knew you all too well. “Over my dead body.”

Your wings fluttered once more, dangerously this time, as you crouched and let your little claws out with a tiny metallic shwink! “Let’s go big guy.”

[chaifootsteps]

Hi, I'm the anon who rewrote the Stella and Andrephelus conversation from western energy a while ago ( here https://www.tumblr.com/chaifootsteps/756199473054711808/bit-of-a-quick-rewrite-of-stella-and-andrealphus?source=share ) and I just wanted to send an Alternate Ending I wrote for "Seeing Stars" because the actual ending pissed me off

Stella had been expecting many things when her daughter called her that evening. Talking about how her day with Stolas went, or if they had gone to get her more taxidermy pieces, or something positive. What she wasn’t expecting was her daughter’s voice meekly saying:

“I… I’m sorry. But can… can you please send a driver to pick me up from dad’s? Please…”

No sooner than the words were out of her mouth, the swan jumped into action, ordering her servants to get a car to pick up her daughter, and to make sure she arrived safely. If Octavia was even more upset or there was even the smallest feather out of place when she arrived, heads would roll, quite possibly literally given Stella’s temper. The owlet soon arrived, shaking with emotion and barely concealed tears running down her face.

“What happened, my little star?”

Stella led Octavia inside, instructing the servants to bring her something to eat and drink. It took some time for her daughter to calm down. Stella wasn’t prepared for what her daughter asked her.

“Why… Why does dad love that red dickhead more than he loves me?”

Octavia sounded so broken, like she had been disappointed one too many times. Octavia relayed her day to her mother, Stella growing more and more angry at Stolas for what he did. It was bad enough his affair had gone on for so long, that their daughter knew the Grimoire, her birthright, wouldn’t be at home with her father, but instead given away to the imp he was using.

But then the fact Octavia didn’t know any spells because of her father, and combined with that pathetic man forgetting the day their owlet had been dreaming of since she was a child? Stella nearly called Striker then and there to blow his brains out, but she needed to stay calm, she needed to listen to Andrephelus’ plan for now, lest Octavia end up in an even worse position.

“A-And his Hellhound or daughter I guess said I needed to give dad a break because he was trying, and then she turned around and kicked her own dad? Is it a joke to her? Did she tell me that just to shut me up? So I’d go back to dad? Why did he even need them to come find me?”

Why indeed. Stolas could’ve found Octavia easily since she had the Grimoire all day, he can find it no matter what. For fuck’s sake, he could’ve just called her, even if she didn’t pick up or hung up on him, it would’ve showed he was trying. But, no, Stolas has his head too far up his own rear end, caring more about his little plaything than their daughter.

Octavia was still a child, she still just wanted her father, and Stolas continuously failed her, not only in her lessons, but spending time with her. 

“Did she only do it because dad paid them to find me?”

Now, Octavia could’ve been assuming there, but Stella wouldn’t put it past Stolas. He used his power, money, and status to keep that imp and his company under his thumb. There was a big chance that Stolas had once again paid them to care, like when they had gone to ‘Loo Loo Land’. Originally, Stella blamed that lowly imp as much as her husband, before overhearing one of Stolas’ conversations with the imp.

There was no genuine love there, just Stolas fulfilling some fantasy, in their fucking bed, in their home, around their daughter. And that would just continue, as Octavia had to give the book back to the imp, her father obviously caring more about his power over said imp than the fact their daughter needed to learn her birthright. 

Octavia was seventeen already, and didn’t know any spells. She only knew basic magic, not anything that would help her with being the heir. She would need hours of remedial classes, if they could even get all of it done by her eighteenth birthday, if they even had that much time. Should Andrephelus’ plan work, Stolas would be stripped of title and status by the end of the year.

Not that Stolas cared if Octavia knew the spells or not, his selfishness knew no bounds. He’d rather have spent the either day screaming and fighting with Stella than take one Satan-damned minute to check a calendar. He could’ve told Stella ‘I can’t do this today, it’s a special day for Via.’, but no, that didn’t fit into Stolas’ fantasy. Though of course, you could bet he always had the full moon’s dates memorized, because his own needs were more important.

“Don’t worry, my beautiful, wonderful star.” Stella said softly, wiping Octavia’s tears. “I’ll take care of it.”

That was beautiful, Anon. Thank you so much for writing these.

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tying up loose ends

pairing: maysilee donner x fem!reader

synopsis: maysilee strategically observes all of her fellow tributes, but one in particular has caught her eye – one that haymitch has proved unsuccessful in recruiting to the newcomers. maybe maysilee can help change that?

wc: 2.3k

cw: fem!reader, no use of y/n, maysilee pov (which includes affectionate haymitch bashing), hunger games typical themes, non-established relationship, yearning, flirtatious alliance, district 8!reader, brief maysilee missing her sister

note: this fic is genuinley just for lil old me because why haven't i been able to find even one fic for my girl? took matters into my own hands

part two; and put a bow on it

Maysilee sat on the bleachers, surrounded by the sweet youngins that had flocked to her, a tidal wave of emotions flooding through her. She chose to hone in on the smugness at having managed to befriend so many of her fellow tributes by doing what she did best – analysing opportunities and crafting something beautiful with the potential she’s presented with. 

It was easier to focus on feeling chuffed at having defied Haymitch’s expectations of her than to have to sit with the weighing tragedy that this might be the last act of kindness these children are shown before their slaughter. It makes her put a little more care into every plaited string. 

If only Merrilee could see me now. All our younger siblings.

Yet, she had never been one to sit still and look pretty. While her hands moved expertly and her lips moved on instinct – “we’ll all be matchy-matchy in the arena” – her eyes followed Haymitch.

He was on a mission to reel in the remaining undecided tributes, and Maysilee was scrutinising his approach. Around her, the youngins from Six, Seven and most of Eight were chattering, but there was one member of the latter unaccounted for.

She let her gaze trail ahead on Haymitch’s path, landing on the last District 8 tribute. The one she had not heard say a single word.

You stood on the opposite end of the tribute centre, flipping your way through a survival kit of some sorts that Maysilee could not quite make out at the distance. She could, however, see how your brows furrowed together when you focussed, fingertips tracing the table as you tried to memorise what you learned.

Her eyes tracked the movement.

To be frank, she had noticed you from the very start.

Most of the tributes were quiet to begin with, folding in on themselves, overwhelmed and scared. Not you. No, you were silent, not quiet. Wyatt hadn’t understood what she meant when she commented on it, but there was a huge difference to Maysilee.

You carried yourself in a way that demanded attention, keeping your mouth shut defiantly, not protectively. Your gaze never wavered, and neither did your energy. You met the Peacekeepers’ eyes every single time, chin held up high, and did the same to any tribute who paid too much attention to you.

Suffice to say, Maysilee’s eyes had caught yours many a time.

Now she observed how Haymitch walked up to you, putting on that sweet, uniting front of his. It made her want to scoff, all the while ignoring a blooming fraternal affection for his dramatics. It wouldn’t benefit her in the long run.

“Uhm, Maysilee? I don’t really know if mine is good for anything, but, uh, I was wondering–” Despite her preoccupations, Maysilee instantly lifted her gaze to Velo holding out a small bolt she had brought from home, presumably from one of her parents’ workplaces. Maysilee tried to make a point of remembering each of their names; faces weren’t enough for her.

“Everything’s good for something,” she replied breezily, unwinding some of the reinforced rope she had nabbed from one of the booths. “Just have to make the connection.”

Velo dared to smile a little, but cowered in on herself, as if trying to tuck the smile away from sight, lest it be taken or chastised. Maysilee reached out a perfectly manicured finger and lifted her chin.

“Chin up, always. Especially in the Games.”

The younger girl’s eyes widened as she nodded. Maysilee asked about the background of the bolt as she began to weave and plait, but in the corner of her eye she was trying to get a status update on Haymitch’s attempts with you.

Only to find you standing solitary again at your table, with Haymitch trailing back to the bleachers, metaphorical tail between his legs.

Sucker. 

She engaged the increasingly brave kids around her as she finished fixing Velo’s bolt into the centerpiece of a thick – and stylish, might she add, at least by the Games’ measures – bracelet, waiting for Haymitch to appear.

She didn’t even look up at him as she said, “Struck out?”

Haymitch sat down on the step below her, turning his head over to smile and wave at the District 6 tributes before looking over at her with a less enthusiastic expression. “She’s unmovable.”

“Sounds like you shouldn’t be moving her, then.” Maysilee tied a perfect knot on the end of the bracelet and began to weave the end in, so that it wouldn’t come loose.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t make her move. Ask her to come. Show her another option.”

Haymitch deadpanned at her. “You really think I didn’t ask her, Miss Donner?”

She ignored him for a second as she turned to Velo, beckoning for her hand. Elegantly, she slipped the bracelet on, ensuring it fit. The grin she was given in return reassured her that it did.

“Thank you!” Velo breathed out, mesmerised. 

“Don’t mention it.” Maysilee smiled at her but dropped it for Haymitch, raising an eyebrow. “Asking isn’t always asking, Mister Abernathy. You really ought to take a class in sophistication.”

He slid down where he sat, leaning his head on the step above, making Wellie give him a curious look over Velo’s shoulder. He sighed, as if he was terribly, awfully pained and only one of Lenore Dove’s ballads could help him. 

“You try then, if you’re so much more sophisticated.” It was him partly admitting defeat, which Maysilee enjoyed.

She stood up, all but walking over him to descend the bleachers. “That’s not an if, Haymitch. Try not to ruin anything while I’m gone.”

Maysilee strutted away, before she risked him beginning to actually sing one of the aforementioned ballads that she could practically hear rolling out of his ears. Though, even just three steps away, none of her attention remained on Haymitch, nor her little crafting buddies. 

No, she had a girl in her field of vision.

You had abandoned your former booth in favour of moving on to the knot-tying table – if that wasn’t some divine timing on Maysilee’s part, she wouldn’t know what was. Though, unlike earlier where she noticed your little focussed furrow, it was more than evident that your attention was now split.

Whether that was because you noticed Maysilee’s approach and found her walk equally as fascinating as she found your stature, she couldn’t quite tell. Unfortunately, it was probably just a weariness left behind by Haymitch making you watch your back.

You were forced to notice her at last as Maysilee neared the table, putting one finger on it and letting it drag across the surface as she slid up beside you. As she turned her head sideways to meet your eye, her thin braid fell out from behind her ear.

Your eye went straight to the braid, fixating it for a second before you trailed your gaze up to meet her eyes. Maysilee so wished she could decipher the look that swirled in your irises, but all she really knew was how her stomach was flipping at the prolonged eye contact.

She didn’t think you would speak. It was clear you didn’t waste your breath on anything to do with the games.

“Didn’t expect you to need any more practice with tying knots, Twelve.”

Well, Maysilee be damned. Her lips parted slightly at the sound of your voice, wanting to taste the acoustic waves as they enveloped her.

You lifted your eyebrow and glanced at her sideways before shifting your focus back to the sturdy rope in your hands and the catalogue laid before you. 

Guess any pretense is up. Maysilee didn’t mind that much, turning her body fully sideways to lean against the table and watch you work. “I don’t. I’m here to weave in loose ends more than anything else.”

You hummed non-committedly. “By roping me into your little club?”

“By not dying before I’ve talked to the only person that has caught my attention here.” Or anywhere, she mentally added. 

Never call Maysilee Donner timid.

The sound that escaped you wasn’t quite a laugh, but it was eerily similar enough for her breath to hitch. “Well, that’s an awfully intriguing tactic. Planning on killing your fellow tributes with compliments?”

“No, that’s what we have knives for.” She watched as you tied and untied the rope, always getting it a little wrong. You wouldn’t stop before you had it down perfectly. “Though, I’m hoping to use them as little as possible, you know. That’s why we’re doing the whole alliance thing.”

Your hands stilled a little at that and you spared her another quick glance. “I wish you the best of luck with that strategy.”

“What do you put in the word 'strategy'?” Maysilee asked then, before she could think of it. “Is it how to survive?”

You didn’t answer that at first – she couldn’t tell it was from a lack of desire to answer or not understanding the question. She continued. “One of my mentors, Mags, asked us on our first day what we wanted in the Games. She said that survival is the obvious answer, but far from the only one. It made me rethink how I approached everything, both the centre and the Games. What’s your strategy for?”

She could see your posture changing, softening a little as you tightened the knot. It was perfect. “I don’t want my last experience in this world to be someone breaking a promise to me. If I’m stabbed by your knife, I want the only thing to pierce my skin to be the metal. Not betrayal.”

Maysilee let out a soft breath at that. She took a small step closer to you. “I get that,” she said softly, voice barely above a whisper. “From what I’ve seen from the Newcomers, that is unlikely, but I get the wish. It’s a burning one. But have you looked at us over there?”

She looked over at the bleachers where tributes from various districts were leaning on each other’s shoulders, laughing and smiling. It was subdued but significant. She turned back to you to see your gaze fixated on the same spot. “To put your faith in allies opens you to the risk of betrayal. But it guarantees you companionship towards the end. I, for one, would rather die for a community than cling to the hope of surviving alone.”

You let out a soft huff, one that neither seemed to disagree or agree with her. “I didn’t take you for such a poet, Twelve. Sorry for underestimating you.”

Maysilee smiled and dared nudge her shoe against yours gently. “My name is Maysilee. I already know yours.”

“I knew yours too,” you admit, almost a bit abashedly. “Resorting to Twelve was easier, though.”

“Nothing here is easy.”

At that you properly turned your head to look at her. It made the corner of her lip curl up to have your attention, to claim it all by herself. You put the rope down and brazed your hands on the table. “Do you think you will survive, Maysilee?”

It was a question she hadn’t expected. She didn’t know if it was a test or a curiosity, but she felt compelled to answer honestly. “No. I would be a terrible victor.”

That saw the corner of your own lips threatening to mirror hers. “I think that’s the best kind of victor there is, don’t you?”

“One they don’t want, that’s for sure. Anything they don't want pleases me. And you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you think you will survive?”

You picked the rope back up and handed it to her, your hand between you like an open invitation. “I know I won’t.” The sparkle in your eye didn’t match the horror of your words.

“Then we could always not survive together. Be just as terrible tributes as we would be victors.” She put her hand on the extended rope, but cradled it as she wrapped her fingers around your hand beneath.

An odd warmth spread through her chest as you accepted her touch, your eyes flickering all over her face, analysing. “If what you wanted to do before you died is talk to me, then I guess we’re both ready.”

Maysilee read between her lines and found her smile automatically widened before she could think better of it. She squeezed your hand and took the rope from you at last.

“Care to talk to me a bit more while I show you a couple of knots that aren’t in that catalogue? Just to make us both extra ready?” The look she shot you as she turned to face the table was nothing short of flirtatious. Though, perhaps mostly fond.

“I suppose that wouldn’t kill me,” you mused, the aloof tone in your voice beautifully transparently put on. “I hear you’re supposed to keep your allies happy.”

Maysilee was grateful to be sophisticated enough not to celebrate her little achievement right there and then. She took her time teaching you three knots you both knew you certainly would have no use for in the arena, relishing in hearing the rarity that is your voice as she learned just how deeply her intrigue for you went.

When she briefly glanced up towards the bleachers, she saw Haymitch giving her a small gesture that clearly read “how on earth did you do that?” She had to hold back a snort as she only winked at him before turning her attention back on you.

It sure helps when your motivations run deeper than an alliance.

part two; and put a bow on it

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Hiiiii can I also request this ask https://www.tumblr.com/zoniteillusion-pyritedreams/783628120024547328/so-what-really-gets-jeonghan-going

With mingyu of seventeen ?

Thank you!!!!

Sure thing babe! Oh he us so puppy coded so yes mistress whatever you say, Coded! Aphrodite has fun with this one.

“So… What Actually Gets Mingyu Weak in the Knees?”

( Aphrodite-approved reading for SEVENTEEN’s Golden Retriever Boyfriend)

Initial vibes?

The second “JUMP” (Tyla) came on, Aphrodite arched a brow. Add in Hoshi’s “Spider”?

Oh, baby!

We’re not just talking about attraction here, we’re talking about magnetic obsession. That “I wanna be wrapped around your finger but pretend it’s all my idea” type of energy.

So What gets Mingyu looking at you like you’re the only person in the room.

Astro Cards: Scorpio, Leo, Venus

Scorpio: He’s drawn to depth, emotional intensity, a lil’ danger. If your vibe is mysterious-meets-magnetic? Yeah, he’s spiraling. Again black cat energy, so far we got two for 13 I feel like that's probably a good number of members in this group who REALLY like that black cat energy.

Leo: He loves confidence. Someone who glows naturally, who walks into a room and owns it no arrogance, just presence.

Venus: Soft beauty. Romance. Aesthetics. Think soft hands, shiny lips, graceful movements. The kind of person who knows their angles but doesn’t have to pose.

It's definitely giving Marilyn Monroe vibes probably younger Megan Fox during her like Transformer days.

Oracle of the Roses Said He’s Into...

The Lover + The Flirt + The Hero + The Ancestor + The Rescuer + The Outsider

He’s 1000% into someone who feels both nurturing and daring. Someone who will baby him and call him out. Someone who's charming, emotionally intelligent, a little mysterious, and maybe even a bit psychic.

Bonus points if you have old-soul wisdom and that hot librarian with a past . AKA someone that's low-key the embodiment of the office siren aesthetic but on like a mental level.

(Also? The flirt card + puppy vibes? Confirmed: He’s so soft for teasing. Praise him once and he’ll fold.)

Tarot Got Deep

The High Priestess: He wants someone unknowable. Someone he has to earn. Someone whose silence speaks volumes.

( At this point I'm starting to also think you know we got two for 13 and it kind it feels like they might all have a little bit of like a chasing kink. Like they really desperately want someone that they have to earn and they have to chase after like a lovesick little puppy it's quite interesting. It might also have to do with the whole thing though because of how famous they are they'd rather have someone where they have two genuinely sit there and put in the work to get with and not someone who would easily just be like okay I'll date you.)

Ace of Wands reversed + Ace of Cups reversed: Don’t give it all away too fast he wants to chase. If it’s too easy? He loses interest.

(See! I told you!)

* also this might look weird but I normally shuffle all the cards and then as I'm looking at her index also there and write out the message/5 that I'm getting from it. And then when I go back to edit so it doesn't sound boring and add my own personality to it that's when I'm making all these little annotations

Six of Cups reversed + Two of Cups: He’s not into surface-level flings. He wants soul-deep connection and someone who makes him feel safe. Again I just keep getting like the puppy dog Vibes literally while doing this reading I just kept getting like images of my pup that I used to have when I was like really young kid probably around the time I was like 1 years old up until my senior year of high school my grandmother had this like very energetic puppy who we called princey I have no clue what her name was it was a girl dog and she had like a long ass name that no one remembers so that was her name. And it's just the same vibe that I got from like when Prince he was alive and how she would like follow my grandmother around like my grandma was her safe space when my grandmother passed away it didn't take long before Prince he followed right behind her like genuinely that that's the energy he's giving me for him. He needs someone that he can quite literally just latch onto you are his home his safe space and he will be very loyal like a dog. Or like the dog from Japan who like sat there at the train station waiting for his owner to come back those vibes.

Queen & King of Wands reversed: He doesn’t want someone just as loud or flashy as him. He’s the golden retriever he wants the witch in black who only smiles at him.

Aesthetic wise someone who's probably a bit more neutral/ light feminine vibes. But in terms of like personality dark feminine or very witchy Vibes like he basically wants to be your familiar instead of you having like a black cat or an animal he wants to be the familiar.

The Moon + Strength reversed: He wants someone who can handle his emotional depths even when he’s feeling insecure or overwhelmed.

Death reversed + The Sun + 8 of Cups reversed: He’s working on letting go of old patterns. He’s learning to trust his feelings again. He wants joy , but earned joy.

100% certain that this man has dated someone before that knew him first as being an idol or a celebrity. Henceforth why he is so desperate to have someone where he has to earn them. It did not work very well when they put him on a pedestal and instead he wants to have a partner where he kind of feels like he is slightly inferior to them in some way shape or form. So that he's the one who's putting them on a pedestal and like Desperately Seeking for their attention.

So... Would He a Public Figure or "civilian"?

Honestly? Either.

But only if they feel EMOTIONALLY REAL. Like, if you’re famous and grounded? He’s intrigued. If you’re a “civilian” with main character energy and deep insight into people? He’s obsessed. What matters to him most is that you SEE HIM, not the brand, not the biceps, HIM.

He’d never admit it, but he wants to be taken care of by someone elegant, intuitive, and a little spicy.

The whole time I'm doing this reading the song Animal Farm by Bibi just keeps like playing in my head so I feel like definitely those types of vibes. Like really when you think about that woman she's a bad bitch but every time you see her doing interviews with people or friends talking about her they talk about how caring and nice and sweet and kind she is so it's definitely giving those type of lives. He wants a bad bitch Bibi.

What Physically/Emotionally Turns Him On:

That slow smile you give when you know he’s watching again he lowkey wants you to drag him along. Play with his emotions his feelings.

Teasing that dances between “innocent” and bold as hell low key feel like he has a slight corruption King but in the way that he wants you to corrupt him. Like even if he technically might be more knowledgeable than you when it comes to the Arts of like the Kama Sutra he still wants you to somehow find ways to absolutely wreck him. I also say that because I definitely feel like he kind of wants someone who embodies the Madonna whore complex. Someone who is seemingly innocent to some extent but also an absolute freak behind closed doors.

Emotional safety wrapped in a sexy silhouette. Very home vibes slight owner vibes.

Someone who makes him feel desired and understood. Seriously I'm definitely getting the Vibes that he just had like one really bad almost full-on relationship because it's not even giving like they got to the point of calling to the boyfriend girlfriend but more of like right on the cusp of it happening it wasn't a situation ship it was a let's go on a few dates see how this works and it just did not work out. Very I desire you because of your status but I do not understand you and seemingly not trying to understand him.

Soft touches, low laughs, quiet strength again I can't help but think of Marilyn Monroe maybe even like Jessica rabbit. If you ever watched the movie Who Framed Roger Rabbit that was one of my grandmother's favorite movies. Jessica Rabbit comes off as very Central but then when you see her with Roger she is just like absolutely a sweetheart with him the way she talks to him how sweet he is when the detective and people ask why did you marry Rodger rabbit you're jessica. She literally says because he makes me laugh and I feel like that's kind of the dynamic that he wants. He wants to be Roger and he wants his jessica. He wants to be able to be goofy and silly and not have to think about his Idol image or being really cool and mysterious or anything like that. While still getting to have like the very hot people look at the two of them and wonder how the fuck they ended up together out of his League kind of girlfriend.

And let’s be real lingerie or cozy oversized sweaters, there’s no in-between.

( I'm telling you he really wants someone who kind of embodies that Madonna whore complex. You either come off a super sweet and innocent or an absolute sex kitten.)

"Mingyu doesn’t want just a lover. He wants a soft-spoken goddess who pulls his soul into her orbit with a glance and wrecks him gently.”

[bridgetlynn]

For the drabble game, Frank and Dana and, because I like pain, number 69 :)

Okay, so thanks for the kick to get something written. #69 was Annoyance. And I'm not sure if this is what you were thinking about - but I think there's a general overall feel of that emotion throughout. I just kind of wrote and wound up in an interesting place. And Robby showed up to play as well. Hope that's okay. Five sentences went out the window around 1pm. It actually clocks in at 4290 words. It's still untitled. Hope you enjoy it - even if it went in a different direction then I necessarily expected it to. So here are Dana dealing with Frank and Robby and Annoyance.

The start of a shift cycle, following the two day break, always came around too soon in Dana Evans’ opinion. This one, following the roughest shift she’d had in her entire career when not counting a global pandemic, had seemed to come a little sooner than usual. It also happened to be, on top of everything, a Monday. 

And now, something had been blown up that couldn’t be put back into its box; and according to her computer, it might not have needed to have such a large blast radius.

Needless to say she’s had better mornings.

“Hi!”

Dana looked up from where she was reviewing the status of the patients currently inhabiting her emergency room, as she had been off for four days, and met the bluest eyes she had ever seen in person. It would be a lovely sight if those eyes weren’t currently in the skull of a puppy turned human. A puppy wearing black scrubs which meant it was going to probably be her problem eventually.

“Who are you and why are you bouncing in front of my desk an hour before you should be?”

“Frank Langdon. Intern,” he introduced himself and then to her horror brought a hand up and proceeded to drain a can of Red Bull at six o’clock in the morning. “Nice to meet you,” he added once he was done. 

Dana just groaned, loudly, and held a hand out as she saw him start looking around for, hopefully, a garbage, “Give me.” He frowned slightly but passed the can over. “Sit,” she added, pointing at the chair directly next to her. “If I let you wander you’ll get lost or stolen and I don’t have the time to make flyers today.”

“Yes ma’am?” he questioned more then replied and slowly sat in the chair while Dana got back to reviewing the computer charts.  

Two minutes later the puppy’s feet started tapping and shortly thereafter the chair she had put him on started swinging back and forth. She glanced to the side and watched as the swinging slowly became spinning and let him have four rotations before her own hand snapped out and grabbed the arm of the chair, “Bad puppy. Q-word time. Shhh.”

“Q-word? You mean quiet?”

“Fuck,” Dana groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Bad puppy. No more talking.”

“I thought you were quitting?” 

Dana rolled her eyes, and gritted her teeth, before looking up and replying, in a very serious tone, to Robby’s overly sarcastic question, “I’ve quit at least once a year since long before you strolled through those doors as a cocky fellow, barely out of his twenties, ready to blow through all the young and pretty nurses,” she said very pointedly.

“Well, that’s not true at all,” Robby replied, laughing slightly and missing the way Dana’s eyes hardened somewhat.

“No. It is,” she assured him. “Back then you were absolutely what my daughter would refer to as a Grade C Fuckboy with your floppy hair and ‘fix me’ energy.” She smirked, kind of meanly, at his widened eyes and added, “Oh! But don’t worry; by now you’ve reached at least an A. And you still need to be fixed. I’ve been told it’s your most attractive trait. Until those women actually date you.”

Robby opened his mouth and paused; then he examined Dana’s face and seemed to finally register that she wasn’t remotely amused at the moment, “Okay? What’s wrong? You’re pissed at me.”

She quietly gathered up the stack of papers she had just finished printing shortly before Robby arrived, the reason she had been here two hours before shift, and slid the folder across the counter to him. 

“Is this the thing?” he asked, dropping his voice to a nearly incomprehensible volume and Dana rolled her eyes again.

“Yes; that’s the pharmacy audit you had me run against Langdon’s hospital ID. I’d have done it quietly - like you originally asked - but I figured that was blown to hell after you started screaming about it for all and sundry to hear in the ambulance bay,” she responded at a normal level since as she pointed out - everyone knew even if they didn’t officially yet. “Stop fidgeting Francis James Langdon. God didn’t bless me with sons for reasons. Please stop doing things to remind of some of those reasons,” Dana stated without looking away from where she was double checking the inventory in Trauma Two’s cabinets and med-carts for various medications and supplies. 

As it was, normally, she wouldn’t even be doing the inventory in the trauma rooms; however, they had six fairly major trauma’s roll through one after the other in the course of an hour and a half, three for each room, and hadn’t had time before now to fully flip the rooms for much more than cleanliness. Which meant that her LPNs who had acted as Scribes for the traumas also hadn’t had time to get their notes into the computer; and therefore, Dana had no final inventory numbers of what was used and two very bare trauma rooms. It was definitely a case of doing for oneself when you need it done quickly and correctly - and she needed to get an order to Central Supply within the next hour. 

On any other day Dana wouldn’t mind him letting off a little energy while it was on the calmer side in the department; but she was on a time crunch and Frank had already dropped one box each of tubing, gauze and gloves in the last ten minutes and they were getting to the more breakable items shortly.  Easily distracted and over-caffeinated residents still in their puppy stages bouncing on her last shred of patience was not a great combination at four o’clock on a Saturday afternoon eight days into a July heatwave. She was half convinced they weren’t packed, beyond the traumas, because no one had the energy to leave their houses and get here unless they were ready to bleed out. Unfortunately, that could flip in a moment with no notice so, fidgeting wasn’t going to fly right now.

It was also her own fault for asking the hyperactive R2 to help her. The gangly boy was useful for high places and bulky crates. 

“I think I’m meant to be insulted by that,” Frank muttered while pushing the cart she pointed at over to the other side of the room. “But I’m awesome. So I won’t be.”

“Don’t think sweetie,” Dana replied. “Know. Know that you are to be insulted by that.”

“Oh come on Dana,” Frank grumbled, shuffling back over to her looking for all the world like Tanner and not for the first time Dana wondered if Abby hadn’t just cloned and shrunk her husband. “What’d I do now?”

“Knocked up your wife while she’s trying to finish her Master’s degree when you already have a two year old ,” Dana said decisively. “This is why I don’t have sons. My girl’s know not to let any nasty penis’ near them until after they finish their degrees. Boys would need to be tied up in their bedrooms through puberty. Too much work.”

She saw Frank smirk and shake his head before responding with a laugh, “No boy of yours would dare. Also, Kate’s married with a kid, Julia’s a lesbian and Rose is fourteen. I think you’re…okay?” She watched as he suddenly stopped moving the next cart and slowly turned to face the Charge Nurse before sputtering out a denial, “What did you say first? Because…no I didn’t!”

Dana blinked, because that was genuine confusion, “Oops?”

“What oops?!”

“I mean, Congratulations?”

Frank scowled and pulled his phone out of his pocket, glaring at the older woman, he snapped, “Excuse me. I have to go make a phone call right now.”

“I said oops!” Dana called after the resident. “Sorry puppy,” she mumbled and grabbed her tablet to keep marking down what needed to be restocked within the next hour. 

When Robby walked in a few minutes later she just raised an eyebrow at him, not in the mood to deal with the older version of the resident had just stalked away. He merely raised his hands up and, despite a clear warning on her face, asked, “Why did Langdon just ask me how to ask his wife why she told you something before him?”

Dana froze for a second and then burst out laughing, “He asked you for advice on talking to a wife?”

“I think I’m supposed to be insulted by that,” Robby mumbled and left the room while Dana continued to laugh. Robby scowled and Dana held up a hand before he could say anything else, loudly or otherwise, and continued speaking, “I do not appreciate it when orderlies whose names I do not even know start asking me if a senior resident is in jail for shooting up fentanyl or something. And when I ask what the hell they are talking about the response is, apparently, Dr. Robby was screaming about him being arrested for stealing medication and being high at work.”

Robby visibly winced at that and scrubbed a hand over his face, “I wasn’t thinking. He just got me so mad. I sent him home and he wouldn’t leave. And yes, I should have handled it a little better; I can admit that. He did approach me calmly and I am the one who blew it up into…loud.”

“Yes,” she snapped and then immediately lowered her voice. “Into “loud” is one way to put it. I mean, seriously, Robby? It was a bad day there is no doubt about it; but you’ve been spiraling for over a year and you crossed a line Friday. There is no excuse for Frank’s shit to be aired all over the fucking hospital,” she hissed at him. 

“And what about what he said to me?” 

Dana raised an eyebrow at that and then pointedly looked around the ER, where no one was even looking in their direction, before replying, “You’re Chief. Remember what I said to you when you asked what people were saying? No one sees anything or says anything where you are concerned. A fourth year resident in a competitive program who is more talented than most of the other residents put together? Hmm, I wonder how fast they want that star to fall?”

Robby nodded and fiddled with the stack of papers and rather than respond to what she had said he simply asked, “How bad is it?” She shrugged, “Well in thirty-three years I’ve seen worse. Hell, there was an anesthesiologist here in the early aughts, before your time here, who probably could have given Escobar a run for his money.”

“Dana,” Robby admonished. “Seriously.”

“I am,” she responded with a shrug. “What Langdon did isn’t good. But, when I tell you I’ve seen worse I mean it. And don’t tell me you dare tell me you can’t say the same.” Robby frowned deeper and tapped the folder with a pointed look to which she, again, rolled her eyes at the stubborn man. “Okay. Fine. I went back three days like you asked and the only somewhat questionable thing other than Louie’s meds was a, technical, pedes case on Wednesday.” “Pedes!?” Robby practically shrieked and Dana held up a hand, glaring at him. “Before you immediately jump to the worst case scenario, I remember that patient and the mother was so high strung that I jumped on as Frank’s nurse for it. You know he doesn’t deal well with mother’s that are clones of his own.” “Dana. Point please?” Robby implored, though he at least visibly paled at the comparison the nurse made. None of them liked thinking back on the one time they had met Louse Langdon in person.

“I’m getting there,” she muttered, resisting the urge to throttle him as she had been since early that morning. “Kid was almost seventeen, a wrestler and couldn’t stand up straight after practice. Back was totally frozen from the shoulder to hips. He admitted his partner screwed up some hold they were not supposed to be doing and he felt like he just got stuck. Scans showed no skeletal damage or tears, exam indicated that he probably just, essentially, pulled everything. Langdon called in a neuro consult and Janson came down.”

Robby winced again, “He should retire. Or be retired.”

“Yep,” Dana agreed, exhaling through her nose tiredly. “Janson prescribed valium and percocet. And Frank argued with him over here by the desk; pointing out, ironically, how bad of an idea it is to give a kid access to that kind of medication. Janson disagreed; but like you said - he’s old. So, Janson sent the script. Frank delivered the meds…and the mother winged them back at his face. The bottles landed halfway to the trauma rooms,” Dana explained, pointing behind her. “I don’t know what happened to them after that,” she admitted with a tight smile. “But Langdon changed the prescription to what he originally wanted.”

“Which was?” “Prescription strength ibuprofen and a week-long course of metaxalone. The mother was a bit more receptive to that after Frank explained that it was non-narcotic but that she should still disperse the meds to him herself at the correct times.”

“Skeletal muscle relaxer? Yea, I guess that’s a little better for that injury at that age,” Robby admitted quietly.

“Right,” she replied, nodding slightly. “So, then I went back to April, around when he got injured, and he only prescribed lorazepam ten times in that six month period and he never actually accessed the Pyxis himself for any of them before Friday. So take that how you will. Sometimes it is just a shitty vial or maybe he did something to that one. No way to really prove it.”

“OH Jesus what happened?!” Dana almost screamed and hurried across the room to her bouncing baby R3 who was currently walking through the ambulance bay doors alone, despite having the weekend off, and bleeding profusely; looking like someone had taken a bat to the side of his head.

“Baseball bat,” he mumbled, more than slightly dazed, as she steered him towards an exam room reminding herself that head wounds bleed a lot, and his white t-shirt being half red was probably not a big deal. 

“Robby!” Dana called, waving him down and pointing. She saw his eyes widen and he then proceeded to shove the tablet he was holding into the hands of Dr. Scott, one of the other A shift Attendings, who he had been speaking with before tearing across the department, tugging Heather Collin’s sleeve as he passed her to get her to follow him.

“What happened?!” he asked as both doctors came into the room while Jesse and Dana helped Frank up onto a gurney, ignoring his protests that he was fine. “You are not fine,” Robby calmly replied before Dana could do it herself. 

Which was probably a good thing as she was currently more likely to scream at him out of sheer terror then do anything calmly.  “Frank baby,” Dana said, trying to keep herself calm and stepping aside to allow Jesse to begin hooking the resident up to monitor’s at Robby’s quiet directions. “What happened? Did someone hit you with a baseball bat?” she asked carefully. “Do we need to get the police?”

Frank stared back at her, with thankfully even pupils even if he did look like he wasn’t fully aware of what was going on, and then burst out laughing. The fact that Jesse and Heather were both snickering a little and staring back at her and Robby while they did so was swiftly making her terror be replaced by aggravation. 

“It is not funny,” Robby snapped. “Look at him,” he added, and started listing off a barrage of lab tests, a full body CT, a chest x-ray and, after peering into Frank’s ear on the side of his head that was hit, an ENT consult, since his ear was bleeding. 

“It’s a little funny,” Collins disagreed. “No one hit him on purpose with a baseball bat. Don’t you remember he said his family was in town this weekend? Look how he’s dressed,” she added, pointing to Frank’s dirty clothes that Dana just realized consisted of baseball pants, a t-shirt and cleats. 

“Oh,” Dana mumbled and then froze again when Frank interjected something that she was sure she misunderstood in a spacey tone. “I’m sorry sweetheart what was that?” she asked.“Heather’s wrong. Henry absolutely hit me on purpose.”

“Henry?” Dana croaked out the question and felt somewhat justified in the pointed eyebrow she shot at Heather who looked horrified herself now.

“My older brother,” Frank explained, shrugging and then wincing. “Ow.”

“What ow?” Robby asked, looking exhausted. 

“Shoulder.”

“Did he hit you there too?” Jesse asked, since all four of them were a little flummoxed by the situation they were in; as were the various people who had been popping their heads into the exam room for the last ten minutes. “No, I wrenched it” Frank disagreed and then turned a pout in Dana’s direction. “I left my fidget.”

“Frank,” Robby redirected the younger doctor’s attention. “How’d you also wrench your shoulder?”

“Ginny,” he replied, still sounding distracted. “Heather? Can I have your clicky pen please?” he asked, pointing at the pen hanging on her shirt collar. “I won’t click it. Much.”

An hour later Dana was praying for her strength and her blood pressure. 

“Mrs. Langdon, your son has a grade two concussion because your other son hit him in the head with a baseball bat,” she explained slowly, glaring at the woman and not bothering to hide it. 

“Oh dear, honestly though boys will be boys. Henry didn’t do it on purpose. Frank caught out Henry’s home run. He wasn’t actually going to hit him; but Frank stepped the wrong way. He stepped into the swing instead of away from it. Henry would never want to hurt his baby brother. Henry’s my good boy. Always has been,” Louise Langdon explained, as though that made everything better. “Besides, Frank’s had that type of concussion before and he was fine. The last time it was his fault too. He was always getting hurt as a child. He just never pays attention to things; even now as an adult and it’s still happening. Are you sure I really can’t see him yet? Frankie can not make decisions about things like this. He’s very distractible,” the older woman was almost rambling at Dana by the end of her explanation, sounding like she was trying to justify it all in her own mind as much as to Dana. 

“Right,” Dana muttered. “And his shoulder? He said that Ginny wrenched it?” she asked, as that was the one thing that they couldn’t figure out; none of it made sense but at least most of it had a clear cause and effect.

“Oh, well, yes, Ginny. Henry’s wife. She might have had a few too many cocktails last night; it was a family bar-be-que,” she began explaining with a laugh and a shrug. “Well, she almost dropped Ellie.” Dana blanched and leaned back on the desk behind her as this woman casually explained that her son’s wife had almost dropped her five month old granddaughter because she was drunk. “Frank lunged, but since we were standing at the top of the back porch stairs he had to grab the railing to keep from falling when he overreacted.”

“Right,” Dana mumbled. “Well thanks for letting us know so we can treat him properly,” she added and hurried away before she got fired for murder. Suddenly everything Abby had ever said to Dana about never seeing her in-laws despite them living a half hour away and Frank avoiding all mention of his parents except in the most serious circumstances made a lot more sense. “Oh,” Robby mumbled and began quietly flipping through the papers in the folder, skimming through the information for himself. “These are Hagan’s records too?” he asked in surprise.

Dana nodded as she slipped on the cardigan she had worn that morning, “Sure are. He was prescribing the same dose of medication to Frank from when he got hurt up until last week. Right about the time he went on vacation. Or, more accurately, according to Lisa Jacobs, the charge nurse for the day shift on Five, otherwise known as the ortho floor, he has been encouraged to retire quietly due to inconsistencies in his prescribing. So yes, those are Hagan’s records. I thought they might help when you pull your head out of your ass and make sure he can keep his job.”

“I don’t know if I can do that,” Robby admitted. “I told him what needs to be done and he’s not answering his phone now.” “Yea, well I took care of that for you too,” she responded. “His cell phone is currently off and in the bottom of Abby’s purse. As of an hour ago Frank himself has been checked in across town at Presby to detox for the next week to ten days. They might pull some strings to keep him there; but Abby didn’t like that because that would mean keeping him in the psych ward since they don’t have an inpatient facility for just rehab.”

“So what you’re saying is I have a week to figure out where to send him that is covered by insurance?”

“I’m saying you have a week to pull a few favors out of your ass because insurance will stick that boy in a hell hole that’ll be overcrowded and understaffed and he’ll twiddle his thumbs for a month and bullshit his way past whatever first year psych resident he gets assigned to. This isn’t the 80s anymore Robby. Insurance doesn’t actually want people to get clean. They make less money that way.”

“I hear you,” he agreed and then noticed something. “Why are you wearing jeans?”

“Cause for the next two weeks I am on medical leave,” she explained, gesturing at her own face. “I mean, I’m fine. But, hey, free extra vacation days? I’ll take ‘em. Better than pizza. And I’m serious Robby. Figure out something. Because even if you’re pissed at him as your friend, you’re a damned doctor and Hagan fucked a lot of people up it looks like. I know he’s an adult; but there is a reason I mentioned the Grade C Fuckboy.” “Oh?”

“Yea; you made Frank Langdon look like the most responsible boring straight laced by the book rule following residents to ever walk through those doors. And you were two years older then than he is now. See you in two weeks.”

“Abby shouldn’t have called you. Not after last night,” Frank whispered as Dana took a seat next to him on the couch in the basement den of the Langdon’s small house three in the morning mere hours after they got off the worst shift of his career. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Dana disagreed and squeezed his clammy hand. “Here’s what is going to happen,” she began, taking on her best no bullshit tone. “You are going to take this pill,” Dana explained, slipping a librium into Frank’s hand and gestured at the bottle of water sitting on the table in front of him. “Abby has six more upstairs that she will give you, in halves if necessary, you will use these pills to keep from going into DTs.”

Frank shifted on the couch looking uncomfortable and avoiding her eyes so she just squeezed his hand tighter and continued explaining the plan she had started coming up with the moment he had left the break room that night, “No later than Tuesday you will get a call to go to Presby. My sister-in-law is a Nurse Manager in behavioral health over there and she said she can get you in as soon as a bed opens up in their detox program. She said the absolute latest should be Tuesday morning.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” he replied softly, finally looking at her with tear filled eyes. Dana simply shook her head and wiped away the one tear that fell. “Sure I did,” she disagreed. “I’ve told you for years; I just don’t have time to put up flyers. Also, you’re finally housebroken,” she joked and then frowned when he had no reaction other then to still look like he was minutes away from a total breakdown. “Listen to me Frank, for as much as I’m very angry with you right now? I still love you and I will not lose you to this.” Dana leaned back into the couch and stretched a kink out of her neck before continuing, “Also you owe your wife a vacation, Robby an apology and that overly cocky brat who caught you at least one month’s rent coverage.”

“Dana,” Frank groaned in protest and she smirked even as she reached over and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “I’ll let you send it anonymously because lord if she doesn’t make Intern-you look cool, calm and collected. It’s got to be karma of some sort. She’s the universe’s gift to you for the headache inducer you were to every senior resident you had.”

“And what is she to you?” Frank joked back, even as he started looking like he was falling asleep, where he was sitting, from her repeatedly running her hand through his hair. 

“A reminder that boys aren’t so bad afterall,” Dana replied a few minutes later after he had finally fallen asleep. “See you in two weeks kid.”

[dioslesbianwife]

Can I request the part 7 characters with a partner who is like Tonio Trussardi like she got a stand because of her amazing cooking and alone

How would they react to her stand being able to fix them being tired and as bonus they getting food that's so amazing

Gyro getting his pizza mozzarella 🍕

yes totally, thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy <3

Johnny Joestar

Johnny is suspicious at first. He’s seen too many weird Stands in this race to trust a cook whose pasta makes people cry.

But after a few servings of your creamy fettuccine and a brush of Stand energy through his back, suddenly his neck aches less. His headaches vanish. His shoulders relax for the first time in weeks.

He blinks. “I’m not... tired?”

Johnny gets quiet and emotional. “Is this what normal people feel like all the time?”

He’ll lie down beside your cooking fire like a satisfied puppy. When you make biscuits, he folds two together like a sandwich and eats them warm with jam.

He gets possessive of your meals. If anyone tries to cut the line or disrespect your food, he’s immediately like:

“That’s her Stand. Her gift. You don’t get to mock that.”

Gyro Zeppeli

He’s the first to get excited about your ability.

“You’re telling me this is a Stand? From pasta? SIGN ME UP.”

He immediately begs for pizza. Like, literally sings “Pizza Mozzarella” while you work.

The moment he eats your pizza, his back straightens, his skin glows, and he lets out a gasp like he’s seeing God.

“THIS IS A DIVINE EXPERIENCE!! What did you put in this sauce?! Is it legal?!”

He calls your Stand “the taste of miracles.”

Starts inventing fake ailments just to get more food:

“Ah! My wrist! It hurts! I may need... a risotto remedy!”

But in quieter moments, when he’s sore from battle and scared for what’s ahead, your warm, nourishing food brings him peace he rarely lets others see.

Diego Brando

Diego is WARY. He assumes your cooking is some sort of trap or manipulation tactic.

He watches others eat first. Waits for results.

When he finally tries a dish, he flinches- then furrows his brow.

“...Why do I feel like I just slept twelve hours?”

Your Stand heals a wound in his leg he didn’t even know was infected.

That’s when it clicks. He stares at his plate and mutters, “...This is dangerous.”

But he keeps coming back. Quietly. Always claiming, “I just need calories for the next ride.”

One day you make him stew and he actually smiles. A real, small, grateful smile.

“I don’t know how you do it. But… I guess it’s nice. Having someone like you around.”

Hot Pants

Surprisingly supportive from the start. Your Stand reminds her of her own in that it helps people- just in a less bloody way.

She’s cautious but curious. When she eats a sample pastry and feels her stress melt off her shoulders, she raises an eyebrow.

“That’s effective. You’re more useful than half the Stand users we’ve met.”

Hot Pants doesn’t gush about the taste like Gyro or get defensive like Johnny. But she’ll quietly clean every bite off her plate and linger a bit too long for seconds.

She helps you forage or get ingredients when she can.

If someone insults your food, she stares them down silently until they back off. No one messes with you on her watch.

“You feed people hope,” she says one night, serious. “That’s rare. Don’t stop.”

Funny Valentine

At first, he doesn’t see the national value in what you do- just an interesting anomaly.

Then you serve him a dish after an exhausting campaign speech and tell him to “eat and rest.”

The moment he finishes, his muscles feel brand new, his fatigue gone, and his headache fades into nothing.

Valentine looks at his hands in stunned silence.

“You… healed me. Without consequence.”

He begins to see your power as almost holy. A gift that could serve America’s future.

Starts offering you protection, supplies, and even a private kitchen space.

He dines in silence, eyes closed, actually savoring each bite.

[ryosukuna]

Thank you, fucking hell.

He let go of her then, wafting his hands out quickly as to try and soothe the burning, palms exceedingly red and even blistering. There were some patches that were bleeding from it all, the scorching pain going deep into his flesh.

So, as his RCT immediately got to work, he spoke.

We met a short while ago as I summoned you accidentally. This was when uttering your name would summon you; now, this does not happen, as with the cursed energy you learned, you were able to alter your curse. Pax is also back because of this. We’ve met.

You cursed me, as you would normally do in the past, but we ended up drinking together. You invited me to your realm for these drinks. It was a celebration. We got heavily drunk and that’s when our bond truly started.

Since then, it’s been rather all over the place. You wanted to learn cursed energy and I was the only one you knew who could aid you with such a thing. I agreed and you’ve been learning since. That’s the flow your one eye can see.

Throughout that, you’ve also had your own little adventures that I’ve helped on. Realm hopping and destroying them, or even causing massacres because that’s something both of us enjoy. I’ve raided your alcohol supply, as you’ve once put it, and you’ve even sent me a recipe for mead. Viking era.

Then there’s what you’ve aided me with. I had little memories of my life from 1000 years ago that you were able to help return. You also helped restore my brain from when it was permanently injured from a fight I had with someone. It was that very fixing of my brain that allows me to heal myself, as you can witness here yourself.

He raised his hand up and, like he said, his RCT was healing him fast. Replacing the destroyed cells from her body and forming new skin and muscle.

In the past, I would’ve had to return to my innate domain—my mind’s realm, basically—to heal. I could not battle and heal at the same time.

I’m trying my damned hardest not to overwhelm you with everything we’ve gone through together, even with such short amount of time we’ve known one another. But there is a lot, and I know there is more to come.

As to why you can’t remember, I don’t have the answer for that yet. But it could be a numerous of things. People like to mess with us and cause chaos because they find enjoyment in how it would make us react. You and I have both gone through this. In fact, I had one incident where I. . . I turned into a half-cat hybrid, and you have a picture of this in your lab. I can only assume this has happened to you again, only this time they’ve removed your memories as to what has happened. If we go there now, you may still have it.

Oh. And then there’s this.

He shifted through the black robe on his back to pull out that very pocket watch she gave to him.

You gifted me this as a portable passage to your realm. It’s linked to your alchemy lab. That’s how I even managed to get in.

I would not make any of this up. Do you truly think I could be bothered to think of such lies to tell you? I don’t normally give a shit about stuff like this. But you are. . . you’re a close companion. In truth, you may be one of the very few individuals in my life I would consider such a person. I do not care for bonds.

Sukuna showed up in her realm.

Hello, Ayra. I thought I’d drop by. The estate is all ready as well if you choose to visit again.

Moon froze where she was working. Her head slowly turning to the being that just appeared in her lab and called her that name.

A snap echoed before they both appeared in an open field.

You're balsy, I'll give you that. To show up in my lab and call me that. If you had a death wish you could have just said so, I'd happily oblige.

I don't know how you know that name, but you are not worthy to utter it.

Her hand raised, the sky growing dark with cloud like formations.

[jamietwat]

Jamie and Roy spending ridiculous amounts of time together and Phoebe knowing about it definitely means that Jamie’s around Phoebe a lot more in the off-season when she’s off school and Roy’s off work but still being Jamie’s personal trainer for free (and she definitely likes bossing Jamie around just as much as Roy does and finds the ridiculous shit Roy makes him do hilarious)

And you know that thing where kids love to randomly go watch this, I can do a somersault or want to see me do a cartwheel? and then you just have to awkwardly stand there and be like wow whether they actually can do them or not (and sometimes several times in a row have to try to think of something new to say the fifth time they do the exact same thing and then look to you for a reaction)

I’m just saying at some point they’re in some park and Phoebe definitely pulls a look how good I’m getting at cart wheels, Uncle Roy! around Jamie at some point and while Roy just stands there like 🧍‍♂️ and gives compliments that gradually get more and more deadpan and debates turning it into saying how much more impressive that is than anything Jamie’s done all morning but he doesn’t because he’s 90% sure that would just lead to Jamie getting all indignant and competitive and proving he can cartwheel too as if Roy isn’t already annoyingly aware of that from when he was dying trying to keep up with Jamie in Amsterdam while he was cartwheeling and practically skipping

But obviously Roy not saying anything doesn’t matter anyway and Jamie turns it into being like watch this to Phoebe and cartwheeling too and turning to Roy after like well go on, tell me how good I am at that too

Roy deadpans somehow it’s far less impressive watching a grown man cartwheel for attention. It’s just sad, really

But Jamie isn’t offended at all and just shoots Roy an obnoxious smirk and insists you’re just saying that because you know you couldn’t do one. Even trying would probably end with you needing a hip replacement or something

But before Roy can even properly argue or say something bitchy back, Jamie’s turning back to Phoebe with a how about this then? But even though it’s her he asks, it’s Roy he looks to the moment he finishes running a few steps and doing a one-handed cartwheel

And Jamie’s like well now are you impressed??? And god, Roy resents that he is and he could make a dig about how useless of a skill it was as an adult and how that wouldn’t accomplish anything on the pitch and he’d just look like one of the kids that picks flowers on the pitch instead of playing or even paying attention to where the ball is, but instead he rolls his eyes and says yeah okay

And Jamie beams but he doesn’t have time to properly gloat and give Roy shit because Phoebe’s already bossing him around telling him that he has to teach her how to do that too

[zoniteillusion-pyritedreams]

Hiiiii I loved your seventeen readings so much can I request what attracts scoups too?

Thank you so much!!

Yes! This man is so fine like sir do you need a dog cuz I can bark woof woof motherfucker woof woof. SVT love is so string today. And I'm here for it again this is one of those groups while I was really into. I'm pretty sure I have like all of their albums except for like the last two because this was also one of those groups for my family was aware of me being a fan which meant every time it was a birthday a holiday and gift giving was going to happen it was the 17 album I was being given. Also one of the few groups where they have members older than me the same age as me and younger than me.

✦ S.COUPS of SEVENTEEN: What Attracts Him Most? ✦

(With help from Aphrodite... and a spicy whisper from NCT DREAM’s “119”)

“마주한 널 처음 본 것처럼 / 처음 본 그날처럼”

(Like I saw you for the first time / Like the day I saw you for the first time)

You ever catch someone staring at you like they’ve known you for lifetimes, but you’ve just locked eyes? That’s the energy of this reading.

There’s a fantasy born in a flash and Seungcheol’s type?

The kind that leaves him stunned and spiraling into daydreams before he even knows your name.

Welcome to Aphrodite’s notes on what makes him ache, obsess, and surrender

(a little flirty, a little psychic, a little raw—just like him.)

ASTRO CARDS:

This mix is romantic tension meets stability kink:

Venus: Love, beauty, touch he’s a sucker for softness and sensuality. Show him care and he melts.

Cancer: Emotionally turned on. He wants someone DEVOTED, protective, nurturing but also a little mysterious.

Mars in Virgo: In bed? Precision. Detail. Quiet dominance. Subtle control. Clean hands that can make a mess.

Saturn Reversed: Secret softie. Daddy issues, maybe. Needs reassurance that he’s enough without being perfect.

Uranus Reversed: Craves novelty but resists change he wants YOU to surprise him… once he trusts you.

Jupiter: He loves big so he’s drawn to people who expand his mind and his heart.

Like it's giving he wants someone his age or slightly older woman. Who can sit there and nurture him in a way heal those perfectionist issues that he has or slight daddy issues he may have. While also being submissive someone who he can take control of when it comes to the bedroom. I also feel like he's just kind of dominant in nature so like he'll give you the illusion that you're in church of certain things but like an actuality it's like he's in charge for lack a better way of putting it. He's definitely the type where it's like he wants to plan the date and he wants to have control in a healthy way in the relationship like he wants you to really trust him and lean on him but also be able to like take care of him. It's giving you anything energy basically like he is very much so highly masculine/ Yang energy and he needs someone who has highly feminine /Yin energy to balance him out.

ORACLE OF THE ROSES:

This combo? Emotional provider meets a touch of wild:

The Caregiver + The Sensualist: He lives for touch. Routines. Homebody vibes. But also quietly kinky.

Oh baby. Like I said he really wants to kind of be the dominant one. For whatever reason Aphrodite you wanted me to make sure that all I could think of is his hands he really likes using his hands she was making sure that I was getting flashes of like his hand around someone's neck, also like cockwarming he enjoys that just having you sitting on his lap while he's sitting there and like rubbing your back slightly has you an absolute mess probably whining and drooling occasionally showing his fingers in your mouth having you suck on them. Well he's just like sitting there and doing work on like his computer laptop. It's given I want you to sit here and be needy for me but Daddy's busy okay.

The Pioneer + The Gambler: He secretly wants someone unpredictable a challenge he can’t control.

A brat low key high key wants a brat. Specifically someone who has switched tendency they're just way more comfortable with falling into the submissive role but like they will definitely have that dominant streak in them especially when they're challenging him being a bit of a brat. It's giving sitting there and teasing him and then trying to tie him to the bed but ultimately at the end he will eventually get his hands loose without you even noticing and turning you into an absolute drooling mess.

The Ruler: He’s drawn to people who are in charge of their world but soft enough to surrender to him.

I told y'all he wants to be in control but he also wants someone who can also take control he needs that switch energy. He needs you to have that energy be like 10% dominant and in charge also understanding and knowing what you want in life but 90% you need to be a very good girl for him.

The Outsider + The Self (Reversed): He notices those who don’t fit in. He wants to unravel your layers. Show him who you are when no one’s looking.

The Hero: He needs someone worth protecting… but who doesn’t need him to survive.

God this man is fine hot as hell and so real for this. Aphrodite he wanted this to be an issue for me definitely. Anyway like I said he wants someone who's an actual person kind of has their shit together does not need him to survive but wants to surrender to him will allow for him to be in control. It's definitely giving media sound submissive dominant lifestyle vibes. Like you can completely totally and utterly survive on your own you don't need him you can make your own decisions but he thrives off of you allowing him to be in control. Letting him pick out your outfit, choose where you guys are eating at etc. Letting him have those moments where he can be vulnerable cry while you hold him Etc but then also turn around and have those moments where he's making you cry and scream out his name. Also low-key feel like he has a bit of a daddy kink.

The Alchemist (Reversed): He’s learning that not everything can be fixed he’s attracted to people who aren’t perfect but are real.

TAROT BREAKDOWN:

This man is COMPLEX. Loyal. Emotional. Sexual. Craves trust, but danger turns him on too.

Queen of Pentacles: He’s into people who radiate self-worth, luxury, softness. Someone who knows how to care for themselves and him.

Low key kind of like traditional rich wife vibes.

Nine of Wands: He’s guarded. If you earn his trust, he’ll protect you fiercely.

Death: Craves transformation. He wants a partner who changes him spiritually and sexually.

Eight of Pentacles: He notices effort. He finds it sexy when someone is passionate and hardworking.

Five of Pentacles (Reversed): He’s terrified of abandonment. He’s turned on by emotional safety.

Three of Wands + Two of Cups: Long-distance yearning. He fantasizes about finding his person in unexpected places.

The High Priestess (Reversed): Mystery is sexy—but too many secrets? A turn-off.

Page of Wands + Knight of Swords: He likes flirty energy. He’s drawn to quick wit and playful teasing.

The Tower: Unexpected moments, bold moves, risky kisses he lives for intensity.

Seven of Wands: He needs a partner who stands their ground he likes a little fire.

Magician (Reversed) + Wheel of Fortune (Reversed): He’s scared of losing control. He might sabotage things before they start.

Eight of Swords: He gets trapped in his head. A partner who frees his mind? Irresistible.

Nine of Pentacles: Independent people are a huge turn-on. He doesn’t want to be your whole world just the part that makes you purr.

Page of Pentacles + Ace of Pentacles: Loyal. Practical. Intentional. He wants to build something real.

Six of Cups: Soulmate feels. He’s nostalgic for a kind of love he’s never even had.

Eight of Wands (Reversed): He takes his time. Don’t rush him. Build anticipation.

Yeah dominance of vibes. Someone who can 100% sit there and Sue his soul. Like I'm trying to think of a way to say this we're kind of makes sense. The only thing I can think of is I have friends who are part of the BDSM community unsurprising I feel like not all but a lot of queer people who live in like New York or La no people who are part of that community. And he definitely is giving me the lives of a couple that I know. Like their Dynamic is one of them is the dominant in a relationship they have a couple of unhealed wounds such as like mommy's / daddy issues ETC and the other is the submissive in the relationship they don't really have such issues and things they just happen to be someone who enjoys and like someone taking care of them. Being in control so that they don't have to think too much. And they perfectly balance each other out because the Dom is able to go to the sub for all of their emotional needs but also their needs of being in control. While also knowing that if they have to travel or they have to go away or do something they don't have to worry about their submissive partner they can easily switch into I guess I would call it like "normal" mode.

Taking care of themselves. Doing the adult things they need to do without them. But then as soon as they're back they'll fall right back into that submissive role. Also for some reason I also feel like this man has a bit of a size kink. I don't know I'm sitting there and trying to figure out the words to use for this Aphrodite it was just like the image of a girl who's smaller than her boyfriend looking up at him with like big dough eyes and I feel like that's exactly what he wants.

PHYSICALLY...

He’s likely drawn to people who exude quiet confidence think cozy luxe. Warm skin, soft curves, big soft eyes. Someone who looks touchable. Understated, not flashy. The kind of beauty that gets more addictive the longer you look.

He wants a thick girl. Thick thighs save lives that's like one of the first things that popped into my head like he wants someone where he can like grip on to their body. Also again with the whole like size Kink thing I also feel like it's a strength Kink thing like he wants someone who's nice and thick that he can also like sit there and like pick up and show his shrink by doing so it's giving fucking you against the wall, picking you up while you're in the middle of doing the devil's Tango and carrying you to the furthest wall from the bed. It's starting in the living room on the couch and then him just deciding to get the fuck up and take out the bedroom. Also there's definitely a mirror I don't know why I just thought of like full length mirror that's just perfectly situated right at the foot of the bed. Or it's at an angle on the side of the bed that he likes to just bend you over so you're looking at yourself.

Aphrodite really said this is going to be a kinky reading you were going to get all the information and then some.

PERSONALITY-WISE...

Nurturing, cheeky, fiercely loyal. He loves a mystery, but you have to show him you’re worth trusting. Bonus points if you’re both a little chaotic and capable.

WOULD HE DATE A FAMOUS PERSON OR A CIVILIAN?

Honestly? He’d fall for a civilian just as fast as another celeb. He craves realness, not clout. The key is emotional gravity someone who feels like home but shakes his soul.

But… if you are a celebrity and you act like a grounded, warm-hearted angel with a dirty sense of humor? You’ve got a shot.

I'm speaking you were sitting there and talking and into windows. You were quite literally sitting there and making jokes about being a good girl or being good with your hands or mouth etc. Like very obvious filthy dirty jokes but in a way where it's like is that really

What you mean or is my brain just in a gutters.

S.Coups wants a partner who makes him feel safe and shook.

A soft voice that says, "You’re mine now," and means it.

A mind he can’t predict. A body he wants to memorize.

Someone who shows up with tenderness, but also leaves him gasping after a single look.

Because yeah… when he falls, it’s hard. And when he wants? It burns.