#eating all his donuts he doesn’t deserve them

[louiseolivier]

Fluffebruary: Clingy Boyfriends

Written for @bucktommyfluffebruary

AO3 link

Barely passes the prompt smell test.

Buck was a 33, almost 34-year-old man, but he’d always be Maddie’s little brother. So when said little brother told her he was getting back together with the man who dumped him for no apparent reason and left him brokenhearted, Maddie tilted her head to the side, smiled a watery smile, and lied that she was happy for him. When his back was turned, gazing lovingly at his former ex, Maddie’s grin dropped, and the mist blurring her sight cleared. Fuck this guy. Fuck Tommy Kinard. 

She fully expected Tommy to catch her visible loathing of him and maybe look, not scared, but at least uncomfortable. But he was looking at Buck, pretending to be just as enraptured with Buck as Buck obviously was with him. Maddie wasn’t buying it, though, so she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, increasing her disdain. It didn’t work. Tommy remained oblivious. Chim wasn’t. He looked between her and the “lovebirds,” confusion evident. Finally, he leaned into her and whispered, “How ‘bout you take it down 10 notches?” He lightly poked her in the butt for emphasis, which made Maddie jump, turning the stink-eye on him. Chim raised his hands in surrender and stepped around her. “Well, I, for one, think this calls for celebratory donuts. You’re in for a treat, Tommy. Buck’s become quite a pastry chef.”

“I got to eat six from his trial batch yesterday. They’re amazing!” Tommy said fondly. “You’re amazing,” he told Buck, hands wrapping around Buck’s hips. He nuzzled the nape of Buck’s neck before being led by him into the kitchen.

Maddie rolled her eyes but followed because Buck’s donuts were amazing. Tommy better not touch the raspberry custard Buck made especially for her.  

&&&&&&&&&

Baby Kevin was being a bear about his two am feeding. She’d put him on her breast, and he’d fall asleep within minutes, but when she pulled him off to put him back in his cradle, he’d wake and scream, then they’d start the process over. They had cycled through the procedure six times that night before the baby fell asleep fed, and Maddie was exhausted. 

Quietly as she could, she slipped under the covers, but within moments, Chim was shifting around. “Turn over,” he whispered. Maddie obliged so Chim could cuddle up behind her. The tension she didn’t know she was holding loosened when his arm curled around her waist, but then she tensed at his words. 

“I think we should switch to formula at night.”

“No.”

“Maddie…”

“No,” she repeated. Maddie had a lot of regrets in her life, but not being around to feed Jee was pretty high up there. She wasn’t willing to lose that with Kevin. “Talk about something else,” she urged him. 

Chim sighed. She couldn’t audibly hear it, but the breath that blew across her neck clued her in. “Tommy and Buck, huh? How ‘bout that?” Inexplicably, she tensed even more. “So, I wasn’t imagining it,” Chimney said. 

“No.”

“He’s your brother, I get it, but they love each other.”

“No one said love,” Maddie pointed out, even though she knew that’s what it was on Buck’s part. God, she wished it wasn’t true. 

“Come on. All you have to do is look at them to know this is the real deal,” Chim cajoled.   

“For Buck? Yes. Tommy? I have my doubts.”

“Tommy especially.”

“Really?” Maddie lifted her head and gave her pillow an unnecessary punch. “He has a funny way of showing it. He left him once, Chimney. High and dry with no explanation. Tommy doesn’t deserve Buck.”

Silence settled between them. Maddie closed her eyes, pretending that all she had to do was clear her mind, and she’d fall fast asleep. Chim gave her middle a squeeze and sighed audibly this time. “The thing is, Mads, Tommy thinks so too.” Her eyes flew open. She was going to protest, but Chim beat her to it. “Just…watch them. Keep an open mind. I think you’ll see it too.

Maddie rolled her eyes. She didn’t think she would, but she lifted Chim’s hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. “I love you. Now stop talking.”

&&&&&&&&&

Maddie didn’t hate when Chinmey was right, but she sure as hell hated when she was wrong. It took less than a month for Maddie to realize she was wrong about Tommy. The man was absolutely stupid about her brother. They were dumb4dumb for each other, and she didn’t know whether to be disguised or jealous. The truth was it was a mix of both. 

They gazed into each other's eyes constantly. She wasn’t sure how they walked without tripping over each other.  If you looked up “simp” in the dictionary, there would be line drawings of her brother and Tommy. They were always touching each other. Tommy’s hand on the nape of Buck’s neck, around his shoulders, against his shoulder blade, running down his back, on a hip, stomach, thigh, knee, ankle, foot, and, yes, the top of Buck’s ass. There were even a few more X-rated sightings she’d be more than happy to forget, and the less said, the better. 

She would watch them cling to each other and wonder how she missed how handsy they were the first time around. Or maybe there was nothing to miss? Buck confessed one wine-drunk night that Tommy was right about Buck needing to figure himself out. His lip wobbled as he stared into the middle distance with glassy eyes. “It was when I told you I didn’t know which pond…,” Buck trailed off. His head tilted left. “…I was holding back publicly, but I didn’t…,” and then it tilted right, “but that was on me. And it wasn’t condemnation so much a statement of fact.” Maddie’s face scrunched up in confusion while Buck continued the bulk of whatever conversation they were having in his head. “It wasn’t about me; it was about him. I knew that. On some level, I knew that. See, that’s why it was so hard not to contact him!” Maddie nodded but realized she had no clue what he was talking about and switched to shaking her head. It wasn’t until the next morning, with a headache and cotton mouth, that he made it make sense. 

“I had no problem being affectionate, and when it came to having sex, I wasn’t nervous. It was perfect and right, and easy because Tommy made it easy. Publicly, though, all our time was spent in straight spaces, and I-I guess I had more hangups than I realized. And then I started to wonder why Tommy never took me to a gay bar or club and figured out it was because I never asked. My comfort always came first for him. He never pushed. My pace, my speed. I was calling the shots, and I didn’t get how far that extended until he was gone. So, I took his advice. After the wallowing and the baking, I went out and danced with men, kissed them, and touched them all in the presence of other men who were doing the same. Jesus, Maddie, I had no idea how freeing it would feel, which is crazy considering I never shied away from it with women. God, I could have missed my chance to experience it with someone I love!”

Buck’s face crumpled with emotion, and Maddie took the wine glass out of his hand and placed it on the coffee table. She wrapped her baby brother in a tight hug and held him until his breaths evened out. “You figured it out, honey. He came back to you, hopefully groveling,” Buck laughed at that, “and you worked it out. Now you can’t keep your hands off each other.”

Buck pulled back to look at her and asked, “Really?”

“Oh my gosh, yes! The two of you are always holding hands, or Tommy has his hand on your back or thigh. It’s disgustingly sweet, really,” she reassured him.

Buck laughed and fell against the couch, “I missed him so much. Even now, he’s an hour away, and my hand itches for his.”

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Two weeks go by, and they have a family dinner. The Wilsons were invited, but they already had plans to take the kids out for dinner and a movie, so it was just them, Buck and Tommy. Buck was dragged to Jee’s salon so she could paint her Uncle Buck’s toenails. Chim and Tommy were in the living room watching some 90’s action movie while Maddie cleaned up from dinner. She loved the monotony of rinsing dishes and stacking them in the dishwasher. It gave her a chance for a bit of solitude and a break from trying to feed her finicky son. 

She had finally agreed to supplement with formula. She’d pump but her supply wasn’t as robust as with Jee. Admitting to that was hard, and she secretly believed it was cosmic punishment for walking out on her family, for letting her milk dry up prematurely. The guilt she felt vacillated between annoyance to unbearable, thankfully most days were manageable.

Maddie drained the sink and started the dishwasher. She turned off the 90’s pop playlist she was listening to and placed her earbuds back in their case. Her eyes swept around the clean kitchen, and she felt a stab of pride at seeing the results of her hard work. She moved to the living room to see how Chim was fairing with Kevin and was surprised to find her husband snoring softly on the couch while Tommy was feeding her son. She sat in an armchair, and Tommy shot her a skittish look. 

“Do you want him?” 

Maddie shook her head. “We have a rule. You feed him, you burp him. Thanks, by the way,” she said, nodding to Chim. 

“I was just going to hold him, but he—well, he started trying to nurse,” Tommy said and cringed. 

Maddie laughed. “It’s weird, huh?”

“A little,” Tommy admitted.

Feeling bold, Maddie asked, “Have the two of you…?” She nodded to Kevin, and Tommy’s eyes went wide. “Oh. Well, some, I guess.”

“You guess?” Maddie challenged.

“I could go either way. I can see what our family looks like with kids, but I could also envision it without. I told Evan he had four and a half years to figure it out.” 

“He’s not sure?” Maddie asked in surprise. She thought Buck would be chomping at the bit to start a family once he found his one, and he was pretty adamant that Tommy was it.

“Depends on the day,” Tommy admitted.

“Why the time frame?”  

Tommy shrugged. “I’ll be 45. I don’t want to still be raising kids while we should be enjoying our retirement.” 

“I’m 45,” Maddie pointed out. 

Tommy gave her a tight smile and pretended to go back to watching whatever dreck movie he and Chim picked out. She continued to watch him, with his handsome profile and big, beefy body, as he tenderly wiped a dribble of formula from the corner of Kevin’s mouth. The baby finished his bottle, and Tommy’s eyes cut to her, looking a little lost.

Maddie took pity. She got up and took the burp rag from Chim’s shoulder and laid it over Tommy’s. She perched herself on the coffee table and mimed how he should position Kevin. “Hike him over your shoulder and gently pat his back until he passes gas. It doesn’t really matter from which end.”

Tommy chuckled but followed her instruction. He began to tap the baby’s back but only with three fingers. Maddie realized he thought using his while palm might exude too much force, and that amount of care and forethought broke some of the steel inside her. “You’re in love with him.” It was a statement, not a question. Tommy replied with a definitive yes before she had finished humming the m in him. 

She nodded in acceptance. The reality of Tommy’s love was stark in the face of her initial doubt. His tapping on Kevin’s back stalled. He licked his lips and nervously asked, “Will you forgive me?”

Maddie thought about it and accepted the truth. “I already have.” She leaned in to kiss the top of Kevin’s head, and then, after a moment's hesitation, kissed the top of Tommy’s. “I’m going to get Buck. Maybe seeing you with a baby will kick up some of those parental feelings.” Maddie stood, and Tommy grinned up at her, his head giving a fondly exasperated shake. Maddie blew out a breath and felt secure that her son and her brother were in good hands. 

[blue-babygirl]

The Stolen Donut

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Innocent!BAU!Reader

Type: Fluff

Description: You didn't know that Spencer doesn't like sharing his sweets nor did you know that they were his donuts. Oh well.

Warnings: Mentions of food.

Note: y/f/f = your favorite flavor

Everyone in the BAU knows not to touch Spencer’s sweets. Ever. Let alone eat them. At least that’s what they all think. Y/n has heard word spread around the bullpen when Spencer brings sweets to the office with a warning tone but never really heard the warning in them.

I mean, why would people gossip about someone’s food? That doesn’t even make sense.

So, when you see a box of donuts with a couple of your favorite flavors, you don’t hesitate too long before taking one, only waiting a couple seconds to consider that the person that the box belongs to won’t miss a donut all that much when they still have five more.

Leaving a couple two-dollar bills where the donut in your hand previously was, you wait for your coffee while savoring the donut that you had been craving for the past week but weren’t able to get until just now.

Two minutes later as you were getting your coffee ready after finishing off the donut, Spencer walks in with his own cup. You silently offer him the pot with a smile, receiving a grateful smile in return. With that, you go back to your desk next to Emily.

“Who ate my donut?” A voice booms across the bullpen, making everyone look at the entrance of the breakroom. There stands Spencer with his eyes set on you and the box of donuts, the one which you had stolen one from, in his hands.

Everyone is quick to deny even touching the box, making Spencer stride across the bullpen to your desk. He narrows his eyes at you, making you nervous, but you make sure not to show it. Instead, all he finds is the surprise written across your face.

Truth is, you are surprised. You didn’t think that Spencer Reid, the nerd, the sweetest guy in the BAU, the one that rarely ever raised his voice and usually at unsubs or people that deserved it, your crush, and apparently the owner of the box of donuts, would be this mad at having lost a donut. In that moment, you decide that you don’t want to find out what would happen if he were to know that you ate his donut.

“Was it you? Did you eat the donut? My favorite y/f/f donut?” Spencer stands tall in front of your chair, and you feel intimidated at the difference in your heights in that setting.

“Nope. I didn’t even know you brought donuts.” You shrug nonchalantly before taking a sip of your coffee.

“Just so you know, I’m not the one who ate it alright! I learned my lesson last time!” Emily defends herself from behind you when Spencer turns to look at her after your denial.

Spencer huffs before practically stomping to his desk, clearly still mad about the stolen donut. You hear him mumble how that was his favorite flavor with a pout as he sits at his desk, making you feel bad.

Now you know why word usually spreads so fast whenever Spencer brings sweets to the office. You feel bad for having stolen the treat and then lying to him for the rest of the day before deciding that you will just get him a couple more of the same as an apology.

The next day you are the first one at the office with a box of two of your, and apparently Spencer’s, favorite flavor of donut in one hand and a half-eaten donut in another. You stop at your desk to quickly draft a cute note saying that you were sorry and that the treat was to make up for the stolen donut.

Leaving the box with the note addressed to Spencer in the fridge felt safe considering how scared most people are of touching his sweets. Once done, you get the coffee pot started and get to work.

When Spencer steps foot into the bullpen, most of the team is already here along with a lot of other people so you are sure that he is not going to know that you are the one what left the donuts in the fridge. But you still get a bit worried when you see Spencer storm off to Penny’s office with the donuts. To say you are nervous for what might be about to happen when he gets back is an understatement. So, the relief you feel when the two of them come out together, talking happily with Spencer eating one of the donuts, is pretty immense.

You gather your things to get to the round table as Penny calls everyone in for the briefing. You are still unsure if Spencer knows that you are the culprit or not but with how happy he looks, you don’t feel too worried. But that doesn’t last long as he calls your name after the quick briefing for your next case as everyone left the room to meet at the jet.

“What’s up?” You make sure not to let your nerves show in your voice. You fail.

“You know,” Spencer smiles as he comes closer to you and you realize what they mean when they say their knees went weak in those books, “you could have just asked for a donut Y/n. I wouldn’t say no to you.”

“Um... I’m sorry! I didn’t know they were yours! I just-” You stop when you hear him chuckle, making you pout slightly.

“Y/n, I like you and I don’t mind sharing my sweets with you. But that’s the extent of it, only you are allowed to have my sweets, okay?” Spencer grins as your cheeks turn crimson.

“Y-you like m-me? Like… like-like?” You ask him with wide eyes, not quite believing that your crush, who had been really mad yesterday, was confessing to not only liking you but also that he didn’t mind sharing his sweets with you.

“Yes, I like-like you. And I was hoping that you like-like me too. So, how do you feel about going to a cake-testing event with me?” Spencer leans against the table, rubbing the back of his neck as he slightly blushes.

“As a date?” Your eyes go even wider as if that was possible as he nods. “I would love to! Oh my god, yes yes yes!!” I jump forward and hug him without thinking, pulling back when you realize what you are doing. “W-we should pr-probably get going. Before everyone leaves.”

Spencer agrees as you make your way to the door with flaming red cheeks only to be greeted by the rest of the team outside the door, grinning at you, making you both blush even more if that was even possible.

“My man’s finally got game!” Derek laughs as he pats Spencer’s back.

The girls surround you, congratulating you and announcing a mandatory team night out after your date with Spence. Dave and Hotch congratulate you and Spencer before heading the team to get to the airport.

It’s safe to say that you came back with a boyfriend from your case.

[ithebookhoarder]

🎄 Spending the Holidays with the Moon Boys (Steven, Marc, Jake x Reader)

A/N: It's almost Christmas again and that means having a chance to finally sit and force myself to finish the things I’ve had sitting in my drafts for MONTHS... have some fluffy thoughts for the festive season.  

Warnings: Mentions to mental health, slight smutty thoughts, references to childhood trauma, religion, holidays - let me know if I missed any.

Masterlist

The holidays are a complicated time in your life - but then again, what isn't complicated when it comes to living with your boys?

Marc is Jewish and Steven loves Christmas and Jake doesn’t really care either way. They all just want you to be happy, but that doesn’t stop you from ensuring that they all get a slice of the holiday season.

Your main mission is making sure they all have a gift from you as you love them all so much and want to make sure they know it. If anything it’s adorable how much they suddenly bicker about fronting on Christmas morning so they can open theirs first. 

They also all insist on getting you a gift, from each of them, to thank you and remind you they love you in return.

You also got them each their own stocking to put up, in a proud display of your unique family.

Anytime you mention the holiday season, Marc is quiet. You know why - which is why you make sure to to ask him to help tell you about the Jewish traditions associated with this time of year in an attempt to heal old wounds.

It clearly means a lot, even if it’s tinged with a sense of pain when he explains about lighting the menorah or about how his dad would make latkes for him to eat whenever his mom started her usual seasonal ranting - normally after a bottle or two of whatever liquor she could find. 

Needless to say, he’s overwhelmed when he comes home one day to find you with your sleeves rolled up, doing your best to finish prepping latkes to cook later on. 

You do, however, make sure to buy a bag of donuts to have on hand incase your efforts go poorly… 

Steven would find it all rather fascinating to learn about it, and has probably looked up so much history about the holiday that it makes your heart swell.

He’s also the first to help and insist you do indulge Marc - even if he protests against it, saying it isn’t a big deal. 

“He deserves it you know, he’s a teddy bear deep down under that whole macho Jason Bourne tough guy bullshit.”

As for Steven, he'd be 'Captain Christmas' and will be only too eager to assist in all holiday and festive activities.

He's the one you ask for advice when picking out a tree and decorating it. You also let him blast his cheesy Christmas playlist over and over again, loving the smile it puts on his face as he duets with you in the car.

It's also why you end up begging Steven to come to your workplace's Christmas party, as your date, as you trust him the most to make polite conversation with your colleagues and not shoot your boss when he looks at you and your Xmas attire a little too long. 

Surprisingly, I think Jake would indulge in the season in his own ways - like insisting on hanging mistletoe in the apartment and making sure to catch you as often as possible.

“What? It’s not me, it’s tradition. You want to mess with fate? Your choice sweetheart.”

He's a tease, but you know he cares and he's trying to show it.

Hell, why else does he not protest every time Steven puts them in the most ugly Christmas sweater he can find?

He's also the one who would get you the most risqué gifts, hoping to celebrate the festive season in his own way 😅

[slyvester101]

What about mermaid Tucker and winged Wash, but Tucker looks gnarly for a mermaid with glowing dorsal fins and scales and maybe sharp teeth because I love my sea creatures a little funky. Wash and Tucker probably likes to examine each other's features alot. Plspls

Hell fucking yeah

I’m imagining Tucker more as an angler fish (because they got that glowy thing), so Tucker looks really pretty in the dark, glowing bright aquamarine in the depths of the ocean, almost passing off as a harmless mermaid lost in the deep blue.

But in the sun? When you can see Tucker clearly? Oh, he’s terrifying. He’s got a mouth full of needle-like teeth that unsettle even the most friendly of fish, barnacle covering already rough scales, long claws on dark colored arms leading to sharp, jagged fins, eyes that reflect the light and can scare the skin off a catfish, and, of course, the faded glow of the marks that lured you in in the first place.

He’s not ugly by any means (the beauty standards of the ocean are very different from the ones on land or in the sky) but he’s still a deep sea creature meant to lure with pretty looks before devouring you whole, so people tend to be naturally… cautious around him.

Which is why he’s so surprised a little birdie got so close to him in broad daylight.

Wash lives off the coast with his flock (aka team freelancer because they deserve a soft au to exist in) and can be found hanging around the mer that chill on the shore. He spends a lot of time out there, basking in the sun, flying with his buddies, swimming with the mer, so when he spots a mer(?) lounging on some rock a bit further off the coast that he doesn’t recognize, he’s naturally curious.

He doesn’t even spot Tucker at first since he blends in so well with the rocks. He scares the shit out of him when he perches to say hi, ever the silent flier.

After getting thoroughly scolded for sneaking up on him, Wash and Tucker get to talking and Wash finds out that Tucker is a deep dweller (not technically a mer, but Tucker could give less of a shit, unlike his friend ‘Church’ who will gut a man for calling him a mer). Tucker finds out that Wash is a Barn Owl and that the ‘sneaking up on people’ thing is mostly accidental.

They spend the rest of the day up there, a lot of it spent sneaking glances because Wash has never seen a deep dweller (Tucker is like, the only deep dweller that doesn’t like spending all their time in the dark) and Tucker has never seen an avian up close, most of them either not seeing him since he blends in with the shore so well or are too scared to get close.

Also, they’re just pretty.

Eventually Tucker lets it slip that Wash’s wings look really soft and Wash offers to let him touch if he can look at Tucker’s tail. They spend the rest of the day trading touches and gently brushing over each other’s features (Tucker: Is your hair as soft as your wings?

Wash: Um, I don’t know. You can check?

Tucker: I’d let you touch my hair, but uh, it’s not really like yours.

Wash: How about your fins?

Tucker: Go for it dude.)

(Wash: Your teeth are really sharp.

Tucker: Yeah, how else am I supposed to eat fish?

Wash: I eat fish and my teeth aren’t as sharp as yours.

Tucker: What? Lemme see.)

(Tucker: ...your eyes are really pretty.

Wash: Oh… Thanks…

Tucker: …You can say I’m pretty too!

Wash: You are pretty. *ensue lots of blushing*)

It doesn’t take them long to become good friends and spend basically every day together.

Church may or may not get jealous about Wash ‘stealing’ his best friend. Caboose is excited to have a new friend. Grif grills Tucker on his crush. Donut is supportive of Tucker’s crush. Simmons is very interested in Wash and Co. and their anatomy (he’s never gotten the courage to go say hi to another avian before). Sarge (not a mer but a seagull avian trying to teach the mers how to fly) tries to enlist Wash to his cause but thinks Wash is sabotaging his efforts when he finds out how much Wash likes swimming (and when Wash tells him fish can’t fly). Lopez is basically Sabastian the crab from little mermaid except spanish… and with a lot more cursing.

ANYWAYS, they’re pinning and trying to court each other but they don’t know what customs their species have so they try to subtly learn about it while also ignoring the blatant attempts at courting the other shows because “oh, he doesn’t know that’s a courting thing.”

Deep dweller/mer and avian courting customs are actually really similar: giving gifts (especially shinies), dance/song, proof of being able to provide (food gathering, shelter building, etc.), and presenting color (They’re both insecure about this one because neither is very colorful).

This means the more they learn about the others' courting customs and how similar it is to theirs, they start going “ah, maybe he is courting me.” And they start getting their shit together.

Their first kiss happens when Wash tries to surprise Tucker by getting glow in the dark paint and painting his feathers so they match (presenting color custom). It ends up very messy and they’re both covered in blue paint that doesn’t even compare to the brilliant glow of Tucker’s marks and Wash is on top of Tucker.

Wash is kind of panicking thinking he messed everything up but then Tucker is laughing and smiling and looking at him with those shining eyes and—

Wash doesn’t think he could’ve asked for a better first kiss.

They’re a little insufferable after that, honeymoon moon phase and all, but everyone’s very happy for them and they’re very cute and everything is good forever. All the time.

[riyva]

almost had you. | k.dy

pairings. kim doyoung x fem!reader genre. fluff, romance, angst warnings. explicit content, minor dni, read at your own risk. summary. from best friends to fuck buddies, and back to being just friends?

you woke up with a brush of sunlight escaping from the window, and a handsome man was sleeping beside you, but you almost forgot that you had slept with him last night. you slept with your best friend. you did bar hopping with your other friends until the two of you left, and your night went crazy when you both got home.

you slightly removed his arm, hugging your waist carefully not to wake him up, and gladly he didn’t. he just let a soft groan and hugged a pillow you put instead. and viola, you walked into the bathroom naked. your makeup was a mess last night, and you forgot to wash it off. you took a shower instead.

after an hour, you’re done, and your best friend is still asleep. a sleepy dimwit. you picked comfy clothes and went straight to the kitchen to cook for brunch because it was almost 11 am. you just cooked whatever was available in the pantry. thankfully, your best friend, doyoung, is not a picky eater. he could eat whatever is on the table, even you. you went back to your room to wake him up.

“hey, doie-donut! brunch is rea—-”

but you saw nothing on the bed; you could hear water splashing in the bathroom, and you assumed doyoung was taking a shower.

“just come out once you’re done, ’kay?”

“yep, will do! thanks, y/n!”

you prepared the table, and after a few minutes, he joined you. No one dared to speak; only the utensils were making the sound. the moment you were both done, he volunteered. “i’ll do the dishes, y/n.” you shake your head. “nope, i will do it.” but you know him, he’ll keep on bugging you if you won’t allow him. “alright, fine.” he took your plate, and he washed the dishes. at the same time, you decided to clean the living room—one of your best decision throughout the day. your clothes were on the floor—your panty was on the lampshade while your bra was hanging on the door handle. how the fuck did it go there? you try to remember, but you can’t.

doyoung was done, and he went to check on you. you didn’t feel his presence until you saw him when you turned around and went to the laundry room. “dude! what the hell?” he laughed at your reaction. “geez. calm down. it’s still morning.” you just rolled your eyes at his response, he followed you to the laundry room, and he took the basket with your clothes from your hand. “ya! i’ll do the laundry.” but you know he won’t let you protest. so he immediately put all the clothes in the washing machine.

you both are sitting on the couch, and watching netflix. “don’t you have classes today?” he asked. “it’s monday.” he added. you checked at the time, it’s 12 pm. “i do in 3 hours.”

“you?”

“nah, no classes every monday. want me to pick you up later?” he suggested while focusing on the t.v. you wanted to say no but knowing doyoung; he always brings food, so you said yes. “okay, as long as you’ll bring donuts, doie-donut.” he rolled his eyes when you said that name again. it’s not just he hates that name, but it doesn’t sound good or bad to him, so he lets you. nothing can stop you both except for one thing—your feelings for each other.

no one tried to open up about what happened last night because you’ve already been with this setup for six months. you both have rules, and you want to obey them, not break them. you are each other’s firsts for everything: your first kiss, first hug, first sex. you want to give yourself to the person who deserves it, and you can’t think of anyone except your best friend since childhood. you both want to feel how it feels until you can’t stop. whenever you need each other’s warmth, you are just one call away. you’re both adults, yet you still don’t know what to do with your feelings for the sake of your friendship. you have something to protect, but speak now or hold your peace forever—you both choose the latter.

a year has passed, you have already graduated from college, and you’re still in the same setup as your best friend. he wanted to ask you how long we will be like this. how long are we going to continue being fubu? but he knew that you’d say. i don’t know, maybe once we find the one. the moment he met you, he already knew you were the one, and so did you.

you hugged his back as he kept on pounding on top of you. you bit his shoulder to suppress your moans because someone might hear you. “moan, y/n. moan my name.” he whispered to your ear. “i-i can’t. doyoung, fuck! we’re in your car.” you whispered. you scratched his back as you whimpered in ecstasy.

it’s nearly ten p.m., and you’re fucking in his car at a parking lot near his condo. you both couldn’t go to his because of the burning lust of wanting each other’s warmth. he pushed himself up and slowed his movement. “you know, no one can hear you. so, moan, y/n.” your eyes rolled as his dick reached your sweet spot. you can’t help but moan his name repeatedly. he grips your hips as he moves steadily. his head fell back as he felt the sensation building up and as you clenched your insides. he leaned to suck in your little beads. pleasure after pleasure. you were catching your breath as you both moaned each other’s name, and you reached your orgasm.

he let a few more thrusts before he pulled out in you, and you let a soft moan as your cum went down to your butthole. you're still lying in the backseat and chasing your breath from the mind-blowing sex with him. at the same time, he took the wipes from the compartment to clean you up.

he wiped your sex and sweat, tied your hair up, and clothed you before him. after he was done, he took a blanket and tucked you into the backseat. “you okay?” you closed your eyes and just hummed to respond. “let’s buy donuts?” your eyes twinkled as you heard donuts “yes, please!”

he let a laugh, “okay, y/n! got it. just stay there, hmm?” and he went to the driver's seat. he started the engine and drove to the nearest donut store. he never missed. you thought. you also thought that doyoung would be a perfect partner.

after buying the donuts, he parked his car on the side of the road where you could see the city lights. you were both seated at the back of his vehicle, wrapped in the blanket. you were silently eating the donut and drinking the hot chocolate. the cold breeze touched your hair, and you knew something was coming. something unexpected.

“y/n, this setup has to be stopped,” he said while his eyes were in front of the view; that stopped you from eating. “why?” you still dumbly asked. seriously? do I have to ask him that? does he find someone already?

“i met someone two days ago. she’s pretty, yeah—I want to give it a shot. you wouldn’t mind, right?”

fuck, i do. your eyes were getting watery, but you stopped yourself. you don’t want him to see you like that. you don’t want him to see you hurting.

“no! heck no, doie-donut. it’s okay! i also wanted to say that earlier.” you tried to sound more convincing, but your eyes don’t lie, and he’s dumb to see that.

“oh? so, you found a guy?” he wanted to ask more. what kind of person is he, can he be trusted, can you be happy with him?

i need to lie, for god’s sake.

“yes, i met him at work, and he’s kind and nice,” you said as you sipped the coffee. he nodded and said nothing but felt a slight pang in his chest. you’re lowkey thankful that he stopped talking, so you could save yourself from breaking down. you don’t want to risk everything; you’re scared as hell.

you let out a happy laugh. “so, that’s our last sex? i should’ve performed much better!” but he just side-eyed you as he sips his hot chocolate.

i should’ve made most of the time while i was still in your arms.

“no, kidding aside. but seriously, donut. it’s okay, we’re still best friends, right?” you asked as you tried not to break your voice. “yes, we’re still best friends, although we did many messy things.” you can’t look at him. you don’t want to see his face thinking of the woman he met.

you just said, “okay!” as a response as you continued to finish your food. you took the last bite, you told him to send you home. after you bid goodbyes, and the moment to go inside your pad, the tears you’ve prevented earlier burst. you cried your lungs out and almost threw the vase on the wall. oops, this one is expensive, so no. you think you deserved it, you deserve the pain—you’re now facing the consequences of holding your silence, and you’re expecting the worst for the following days. you cried all night and weren’t able to get a good sleep.

on the other hand, doyoung couldn’t sleep either. he saw your eyes and your reaction to what he said in his peripheral view. he just turned a blind eye to it. he knows your hurt; he knows you very well and feels sorry for it. his feelings for you were gone for months, and you're the one who’s left having those feelings.

days have passed, and you and doyoung haven’t met ever since that day happened. no one tried to reach out. you’re currently in your office working your ass off. you were loaded with papers and meetings every single day. you sighed and took a break. you reached for your phone and opened your Instagram. the first post that you saw was doyoung, he was cute in the picture, but when you swiped left, you saw the woman he was with. you assume that was the same person he talked about before. ouch, so they’re dating now? you accidentally clicked the like button. fuck!

you took a deep breath. i’m okay. i’ll be okay. i wanted this. your eyes were getting watery again, but you took a tissue and immediately put it to your eyes to absorb. speaking of the which, doyoung was calling you. you composed yourself immediately before answering.

you: hey, what’s up?

you sounded happy.

doyoung: ……

he didn’t respond, he just want to hear your voice again; it’s been a while.

you: hello? doie-donut? are you still there?

you snapped him back to his senses.

doyoung: yeah, yeah. sorry. ahm… you: why did something happen?

your brows furrowed.

doyoung: no, I just want to ask if you’re busy later at night.

he shakes his head not like you can see it. you checked the clock, it’s already 3 p.m. there’s a hint of joy when he asked that. you didn’t notice that you already smiled while talking to him.

you: nope, i’ll be out at six. why? are you planning something?

damn, i miss him so badly.

doyoung: great, let’s have a drink later at my house.

and him, inviting you to a drink? and who are you to disagree with?

you: sure, on it! i’ll bring the drinks. wait, is it just the two of us? doyoung: yes, silly. you: well, is your girlfriend fine with it? look, doie-donut, i want to respect your relationship and set some boundaries. doyoung: yep, no worries! it’s okay, eli. you: alright! see you doie-donut!

in the four corners of your office, you can only hear your heart beating so fast. you indeed have enormous feelings for him until now. i really love him. fuck.

the night has come and you knocked on his door. when he opened it, you showed the drinks you bought at the convenience store, soju, and beer. he just smiled and welcomed you in. while doyoung gets the goodies from the fridge, you make yourself at home on his sofa and put the beverages on the center table. once everything was set, he joined you on the sofa; and he opened the television.

while the drama is playing, he took a sip before he speaks. “i want to be honest with you, once and for all.” while your gaze was fixed on the drama, you hummed. “i liked you before.” as you slowly turn your face to him, you're taken aback. "well, you are not alone." in anguish, you chuckled. doyoung was astounded as well.

he thought he was the only one suppressing his emotions, but you are also. everything makes sense to him. the way you act, the way you behave with him, he has no idea that you're doing much of it out of love; he thought you were fooling around, but everything is true. he didn't notice it until it was too late.

you: since when? doyoung: i liked you since childhood. you: oh.

you guys really fucked up. you just smiled in pain but when you saw his face, you can’t see the same look he used to give you; it was all gone.

you: what if one of us confessed?

i am scared. i am scared to take the risk. i don’t want to lose you.

doyoung: then, everything will change.

i know. everything. it’s a win or lose, but i chose not to lose everything. i sacrificed my love for our friendship.

you both became quiet as you finished your drinks. the awkwardness filled the room.

doyoung: but we’re good, yeah? you: yep, everything is in the past now.

you just agreed because you don’t want to continue this talk anymore. it hurts you so bad. if you’ll continue, you might tell him that you still have feelings for him. and, you know you can’t because he’s already involved with someone else. instead, you divert his attention to another topic.

you: btw, how’s your girlfriend? when will I’m going to meet her?

everything went slow. you saw his eyes twinkle when you mentioned that. while your gaze was focused on him. that was the moment he started talking about her. you saw how much he likes her because of his compliments, his smile, and his hand gestures, it was all about her. you also wish you were the reason behind those, and you saw that as a sign to stop now—to stop loving him as someone whom you can’t have.

you don’t want to ruin a good relationship. so you decide it's best to stay away for the time being—for your own good.

i almost had you; we almost had each other.

©riyva

the part two is up!

[breadswrite]

SeungLix Food Coma

“I’m taking the rest of the week off.”

The words, partly spoken (or groaned, rather) into his collarbone, don’t entirely come as a surprise. They went for dinner at his mother’s house on Christmas Eve, then went out for their yearly tradition of eating donuts for Christmas around lunch and ended festivities by attending the Christmas party at Minho and Hyunjin’s house with all of their other friends present.

Felix has refused to get up from the couch ever since they lay down on it after coming home, switching between happily recounting memories of the Christmas parties and lamenting his great misfortune for having eaten too much. Seungmin has been dutifully rubbing his stomach every time he complains of the ache, even though they both know he told Felix many times not to overeat and Felix did so anyway.

It’s not like Seungmin can fault him. Felix’s mother’s cooking is delicious. Donuts are delicious. Minho’s cooking is delicious. Felix’s own brownies are delicious. There were too many delicious things not to at least try all of them. It’s just that Felix tried a lot of all of them and Seungmin, burdened with the glorious purpose of taking care of his boyfriend, decided to try a little of all of them instead. Now at least one of them still has the physical capacity to walk to the kitchen and back for water or stomach medicine without feeling like they might explode at the slightest movement.

“Mhm, and what are you going to be telling your boss?”

There’s a little sniffle, Felix’s hand tightening on his shirt. He continues the gentle tracing of patterns on his boyfriend’s back, indulgent simply because he is fond and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of it. Well; he cares enough to usually not be like this at all in public, but here, in the safety of their own apartment, he can let every bit of fondness bleed through the cracks. Or maybe there’s not even cracks. Maybe at home he just breaks his chest wide open and shows it for anyone to see.

Hyunjin accuses him of it often enough, his best friend always grinning like he knows some type of secret, even though his own boyfriend isn’t much better. Worse perhaps even, because Seungmin knows for a fact that Minho is incapable of ever hiding his feelings entirely. There’s always fondness bleeding through the cracks with him where Hyunjin is concerned, always a softness to his gaze and his smile and the reaching of his hand and his general everything when it comes to Hyunjin. In comparison to that, Seungmin is an ice statue, the smoothest rock without a single flaw. Compared to that Seungmin is barely fond at all.

Sometimes he feels bad about it, wishes he could be more like his best friend’s boyfriend, because isn’t such unbridled, unhidden fondness exactly what someone like Felix deserves?

“That I’m pregnant. Food baby. I’m due any minute now if you ask me.”

Seungmin’s nose wrinkles, his gaze briefly dropping to the top of Felix’s head, which is all he can see where it rests against his chest, the rest of his boyfriend splayed atop him in a similarly comfortable manner.

“If you’re saying you need to take a dump, please spare me the details,” he warns. Felix’s body contracts with his laughter, delight bursting out and skittering over Seungmin’s skin. His boyfriend lifts his head to look at him and Seungmin tries to make sure he’s keeping a judging expression on his face.

“You don’t want to know about my shit, Minnie?” Felix questions him, pretending to be offended by this knowledge, even though they’ve long established that there are certain things Felix is free to share with Jisung - twin of his heart and soul and entire physical existence or something - but that Seungmin would like to stay oblivious to. He doesn’t feel so bad about that, because that’s just how the two best friends work, and Jeongin has put a very similar boundary in his own relationship.

“You can send detailed descriptions of it to your soulmate if you must,” he replies smoothly, sliding the tips of his fingers just under the waistband of Felix’s pants and gently scratching the skin of his lower back there. “All I would need to know about your bowel movement is if you’re constipated or having diarrhea, so I can get you the necessary medicine for it.”

Felix’s back curls much like a cat enjoying the scratches, his head lifting a little further and eyes curving with his happiness. “You take care of me so well,” he says, proud and fond and everything that makes Seungmin’s skin heat a little in pleased embarrassment. Pleased because his efforts are noticed, embarrassed because his efforts are noticed. “That’s why I love you.”

“Hmm.”

Felix strains his neck to get his face closer, so Seungmin indulges him yet again by leaning in and kissing him briefly. Just long enough to satisfy the need, so that Felix relaxes against him again and settles his head down once more.

“I’m so full,” he complains when he does. “I think I ate an entire elephant.”

Seungmin’s hand dutifully finds its way from his boyfriend’s lower back to his stomach, giving it another little rub. “Feels more like two elephants,” he says, and promptly sets Felix off in another bit of laughter. It’s always wonderful, that sound, always so lovely to hear, to feel it vibrating through his own chest with how closely they’re pressed together.

“Are you saying I’m fat?” Felix tries to taunt, but he’s still grinning too widely to sound truly upset. Seungmin leans down and noses his hair, breathes in the familiar scent of his boyfriend’s conditioner.

“Not fat, Lixie,” he reassures. “Pregnant. Due any minute now. We better start coming up with names or it’ll be too late.”

The laughter continues, giggles muffled against his chest, hands reaching to take better hold of his sides, air puffed against his chest. He keeps his arms safely curled around Felix’s frame, keeps him from falling off the couch. Any other time, he might have used the opportunity to start tickling Felix, might have teased him and messed around until the laughter became shrieking and he’d be begged to ‘stop, Minnie, stop!’ in between endless giggles. Tonight, though, he holds on until Felix settles again.

His boyfriend’s hands slide down, slipping under his shirt and then sliding back up, settling warm and heavy on his side and chest. He doesn’t mind, not in the slightest. Felix’s touch is never a bad thing, especially not like this.

“Mhm, I love you.”

Felix’s words of affection are wonderful as well. Little pieces of something priceless handed to him over and over. The continuous proof that yes, he is loved, and yes, Felix chose him and keeps choosing him, time after time.

“I love you too, darling.”

His boyfriend wiggles around briefly, squeezing him tight and then melting against him entirely, lips pressed to the pulse point at his throat briefly.

“Never stop saying that,” Felix demands, though it’s a soft-voiced demand accompanied by the sweetest little rub of his cheek against Seungmin’s chest. Adorable. Felix is adorable. Seungmin is going to combust one of these days and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it. Hyunjin will giggle endlessly and tell people it was bound to happen. Minho will scoff and smirk and say he should’ve been better. Jisung will beam proudly at his best friend having such an annihilating effect, probably never having doubted it.

“What?” He manages to say. “I love you?” Felix’s little hum is pleased, warm, appreciative. “Or darling?” The sound that word evokes is different. Not less warm, not more appreciative, just different. Seungmin leans down again, presses a kiss to Felix’s hair and lets his hand travel from Felix’s stomach up his side and down his back.

“Let’s go to bed before you fall into a food coma on the couch,” he says then, which pulls a groan from his boyfriend instead of anything warm and sweet. Felix’s feet kick a little in disapproval, but Seungmin only kisses his hair again, kisses the soft spot just behind his ear. “Your neck will thank me in the morning, Lix.”

There’s more disapproving sounds, a little whine as well, but at a gentle yet insistent nudge, Felix starts to roll off the couch, pushing up onto his feet. Seungmin follows right behind, arms slipping around his boyfriend’s middle, pressing another kiss to his temple, to his cheek and then to the smiling lips when Felix turns to face him.

“Okay, but first I think I really need to take a gigantic du–”

Seungmin decides a tickle attack is his best course of action tonight after all.

[becausebuckley]

🧤🧤🧤🧤💎💎💎💎✨✨✨✨✨🔄🔄🔄🔄🔄

thanks for all of these!! i ended up writing a whole lot more than planned (or asked for lol) so this ask did wonders for my writing motivation! in fact from your heart to your fingertips is like 80% done now!

make me write!

🧤🧤🧤🧤: 12 sentences (+ a few extra to round off the excerpt) for from your heart to your fingertips

“Eddie,” Buck breathes out, one hand still spread out low on Eddie’s back and the other slowly making his way to Eddie’s neck, holding him close. “Why would I not want that?” Eddie doesn’t say anything. He’s not sure what to say to that, really, so he lets his silence be the answer. “Baby, I’m serious,” Buck says. There’s something about that term, about being called baby, that unlocks something deep in Eddie’s chest.  It’s not that he’s unfamiliar with terms of endearment. Actually, Eddie has used that very term himself on several occasions, though it always felt awkward in his mouth and sounded even worse coming out. It’s nothing like that for Buck, though, who lets it spill between his lips easily, who makes it sound so normal. So full of love. Eddie wants that love, wants to cup it in his hands and bury his face in it, drinking it up until he’s full of it. He wants to hold it, wants to hold Buck, wants to be closer and closer until they merge into one, until Buck’s skin and blood and bones are his. It’s not a new feeling. It’s not new, but there’s something about feeling it that’s changed. Before, Eddie would shy away from it, knowing that something like that wouldn’t be possible – and, by all accounts, is both too mushy and too gross of a sentiment to ever express – would lock it down and turn away and pretend it never happened. He’d keep his distance. This time, Buck calls him baby and cradles him close and Eddie feels like he might not have to move away.  He might just be able to breathe it in.

💎💎💎💎: 12 sentences for cut like diamonds and sink like stones (which will be extensively tagged for unhealthy eating habits, so be mindful reading please!)

It’s easy, is the thing. Buck can’t exactly stop eating – doesn’t want to stop eating, knowing exactly how dangerous something like that would be, especially considering his job – but he can control what he eats. He can limit the nice things, knowing he hasn’t exactly done anything to deserve them lately. Junk food and candy and fancy coffees are rewards, after all. And what has he done lately to be rewarded for? It’s about control, he tells himself, drinking a chalky protein shake after a gruelling workout. He’s giving his body only the things it needs, he thinks,  pushing kernels of bland rice around on his plate after a long shift. He hasn’t earned a treat, he thinks, chomping down on a carrot and staring longingly at the donuts Hen is handing out. He’s eating. He’s getting calories and nutrients and everything else, he’s making sure of that. He logs everything in one of those fitness apps and day after day, it tells him he’s doing so well, he’s being so healthy, he’s being so good.  It’s just about control. 

✨✨✨✨✨: 15 sentences for my buck magic au, coming right after this bit:

“Nope,” Buck says, aiming for his voice to sound cheery and knowing full well it comes out like a terrified wobble, “nothing to tell you, nothing’s going on. I’ll be more careful next time, sorry Hen, gotta go clean-” “Buck.” Hen’s look intensifies, effectively nailing him in place. Buck feels like he’s going to vibrate out of his skin, like his legs are going to give out and crumble to dust. He’d say he doesn’t remember ever being this scared before, but. Well. He grew up with his parents. He knows this type of fear like a well-worn sweater, but that doesn’t mean he likes it. “Hey, Buck,” Hen’s voice softens in tandem with her expression. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” “I’m not scared,” Buck assures her, though he’s betrayed both by his shaking voice and the flicker of the light above him. He can’t even pretend that’s not him, really. The lockers might have seized their performance, but the light trembles on and off with the beat of his heart. He can only hope it’s not affecting the lights in the rest of the firehouse – or, god forbid, the alarm and related systems. 

🔄🔄🔄🔄🔄: 15 software updates sentences

Because Buck sheds past versions of himself like reptile skin, claiming to be brand-new with each new iteration. And really, Eddie understands the need to pretend to be fine, to be over things, to be in control of who you are and what you let other people see. He gets it, to a certain extent. It’s just that Buck wears his heart on his sleeve, always has. So when Buck rambles on about being Buck 3.0, about being totally fine after learning about Daniel and dealing with his parents, Eddie can see right through him. And so he knows that there is no Buck 3.0, that there was never a Buck 2.0 either. All there is is Buck. Version 1.0, the original, never updated and never swapped out for a new model. Still there, hiding behind the facade of newer versions. All there is is Buck, and he’s scared, and he’s hurting. Each update is another mask, another wall built up to protect himself, keep him from getting hurt. Old skin in a pile on the floor, not left behind but still around him. One of these days, Buck will have built so many walls, drawn up so many bridges and closed himself off so entirely, nobody will be able to breach his castle. He won’t be safe, though.  He’ll just be lonely.

[scoundrels-in-love]

In the morning when I wake, you fill my lungs with sweetness

Vash wakes the last and it gives him a chance to quietly enjoy the view of Meryl working away on an article, dressed in nothing but Nicholas's shirt and the marks they both left on her. M rated for implied adult fun times. Also on AO3.

| Mashwood with some Vashmeryl focus | | They deserve some soft and good times so I wrote them some | Very soft with touch of horny | Pushing fangy Vash purrs agenda | Wedding earrings agenda |

Vash wakes up slowly, awareness dripping in sweetly. There is sunlight pressing on his face even through the curtains but it’s more pleasant than frustrating, a soft scratch of pencil against paper and his toes aren’t hanging off the side of the bed (which isn’t as frequent an occurrence as he would like). 

He remembers it is not the first time he wakes this morning, but in the early hours, he had let the even breaths of Meryl and Wolfwood lull him back into dreamless, warm sleep. As he cracks an eye open, it seems the other two have already started their day. In fact, Nicholas is nowhere to be seen, it’s only Meryl that is sitting down in the middle of the bed.

Before she notices that he’s awake, Vash decides to just take her in - it’s a view he has appreciated a hundred times from different angles and still can’t get enough of. She is wearing nothing but Nicholas’ shirt, buttoned in the same half-way manner he often does, one leg propped up to give base for her notepad and the other half tucked beneath her. He can tell she’s in the zone from the way she doesn’t stop even when she hits a hitch, but scribbles a bracket (a little annoyed, but not enough to pierce the paper today) instead and hurries on to pursue the thought. 

He loves seeing Meryl like this, at ease and in her element, all the while wrapped up in him and Nico - figuratively and sometimes also literally. The thought makes him smile, recall yesterday and slide his gaze up her leg. It’d take little to shift, press a kiss to her knee and then higher, higher still where she would welcome him with a sighed moan and hand carding through his hair. When Nicholas would return with their coffee and food that he’s surely out to fetch, he could join them. 

But then the coffee would get cold and Meryl would get thoroughly distracted from her writing and he can behave better than that. Or at least try to. Vash sits up and moves behind Meryl, pressing a languid kiss to the hickey Wolfwood left on the side of her throat last night (there must be at least a few red marks on her breast and inner thigh where he himself got overzealous, but he will soothe those later). Meryl turns her head to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before returning to her writing, though she melts back into him and Vash wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her even more firmly against his chest. 

He reads over her shoulder for a moment, but then gets distracted by her ear and nuzzles into it, enjoying the texture of her warm skin and Nico’s bronze ear cuff. When Meryl doesn’t react, he gets bold and bites the lobe just so, careful not to draw blood with his sharp canine. 

“Vash!” she exclaims with no real fire (the angry one, anyway) behind it and swats at his arm. “I’m trying to work here.”

“And I’m trying not to eat you up whole.” The line makes her snort and roll her eyes (though he can’t see it, but he knows she must have), just like he had wanted.

“Nico should be back any minute now, I think they might even have donuts here.” She pats the side of his face gently over her shoulder.

He is tempted to say they could get started ahead on a different kind of dessert, but decides to settle down and just hold her to him. A sense of contentment blooms in his chest, fruits into happiness that he cannot contain and he lets it overflow into a soft vibration. 

Meryl taps her pencil against the notepad a few times and then sets both aside, shifting so she can look up at him easily.  Her smile is warm and soft, it fills him up even more and his purring, as they've taken to calling it, grows in volume.

Still, he is curious. Always curious about what goes on in her and Nicholas' minds. Their little and big joys, the pains they're determined to conceal and just the way they see the world. So he tilts his head to the side and asks: "What?"

"I just like seeing you happy."

"And you got stuck in writing." He glances at the notes, how she's started writing the same sentence thrice before striking each attempt through. Vash knows it is likely his fault, at least in part, but can't find it in him to feel guilty

"And I got stuck. But mostly the first thing." Meryl shrugs a little, her smile unwavering.

It strikes him then, as it often does these days. She loves me. I am loved.

It is an odd thing, to know that he is loved and believe it. Him, with a bounty over his head and cruelty hounding him down even faster than he can run some days, with his body that is more scar tissue with a roadmap of metal than smooth skin, a body that glows under their love and touches. With his idealism and how unused he is to voicing when he feels less than perfect, which both sometimes frustrate his partners, but never enough to not hold onto him. In fact, they do so even tighter on the days things seem to fall apart. He does the same in return.

There are no words to say this, no words in which to put his own love and gratitude into like a precious, ornate container, so Vash does the next best thing - leans down and kisses her. Sweetly, intently and with all his heart. Meryl responds in kind, her hand cupping his face gently. They don't break apart even when the door opens.

"Now that's what I call a ‘welcome back’ view,” Wolfwood says as he steps into the room, closing the door with his foot as his hands are full carrying a loaded tray of food. Vash pulls away from the kiss just enough to tell him a cheery good morning.

“No need to stop on my account,” Nico shoots back, trying to look as if he is not  hurrying to set the food down and sit down on the bed, but failing quite miserably, at least to Vash’s familiar eye. Besides, Nicholas's nonchalant act is already thoroughly undermined by the warmth in his dark eyes, crinkling at the corners. (He often looks at them like they're the only thing that matters, only thing that makes sense in the world and Vash never gets tired of pouring the same adoration back into him.)

Meryl and Vash exchange a look, grins spreading, before they simultaneously tackle him onto the mattress and give him a proper welcome back, all playful touches and light kisses peppered over his face at first, but soon their hands slip beneath the jacket he's shrugged on for half-assed decency and lips start to linger, explore what little noises they can draw out of him.

Needless to say, the coffee is cold a long time before they get to it. None of them really mind.

[crazytea5]

I hope this is a good idea but if it's okay can I please ask for yandere hashira with kianna komori

But how would they react to her rejecting them since she thinks they can do better

Kianna: I do love you to but I think you deserve better

She could consider accepting their feelings if they insist

By the way she is an OC of mine you can find more information about her on my page here on Tumblr and you don't have to take this request if you don't want to

ok so I’m going to make this first post with all of the hashira separate since you didn’t say if you wanted them separate or not oh and I hope you don’t mind but I also added an extra character to challenge myself more! Please note I’ve only managed to do some research about her since I’m trying to do this as soon as I can because I’ve been very busy lately so I have done bits of research before and during writing this! Enjoy and make sure you drink and eat today!

All of the hashira have met Kianna on separate occasions

Gyomei: they both met in a abandoned church

Shinobu: saved Kianna on Kanno’s first ever mission

Giyyu: mourning at his sisters grave at a abandoned church when they bumped into each other

Rengoku: two words….donut shop.

Sanemi: at a hashira meeting because Kianna met Muzan Kibutsuji the demon king

Obanai: Kianna has entered the abandoned church he was living in as a temporary home until he could get a job

Mitsuri: she used to be Kianna’s older sister’s friend before she died

Tengen: a festival

muichiro: Birthday party!

now they all have different traits=

when Kianna rejects Gyomei he goes speechless and says it perfectly fine but a few weeks later and Kianna will wake up in a new bed.

when she rejects Sanemi we all know that he’s going to kidnap her within 24 hours but the only thing is that she doesn’t realise she’s kidnapped until she asks to leave because Sanemi has been good at keeping secrets for years.

when Kianna rejects Shinobu, shinobu will act like it’s nothing but the second Kianna gets too hurt to fight Shinobu is kidnapping her.

when she rejects Giyyu he says that he understands and that he wishes that they can still be friends. He’s a complete softie when it comes to her since she helped him realise his sister’s death wasn’t his fault.

when she rejects mitsuri you can tell mitsuri is crying her eyes out asking if this is true or not.

when she rejects Tengen, his wives kidnap her or at least tried to because she somehow managed to make them all feel bad and they decided that they can continue being friends for the time being.

Obanai doesn’t take it well when Kianna rejects him and started sobbing in front of her causing her to comfort him. Little does she know that he’s acting and that this is all apart of his schemes.

Rengoku is too much of a donut to confess currently…..

muichiro is currently too busy trying to remember what he wanted to tell her

and Muzan isn’t taking it well at all. He’s already kidnapped her….

I hope this was good! If you have anything you want me to change then please tell me as I love getting all of your opinions! I might make a part two if you want it! Sorry this was so short!

[duskpeak]

Vash Headcannons (p1/?)

(As someone who has watched the og anime and the badlands movie) this will also include things that are cannon about vash, it’s just to get a list so I can characterize him better/more consistently.

- vash doesn’t just cry when he’s upset, he cries ALL the time you can’t tell me he doesn’t cry when he laughs just a little too hard

- also he tears up when embarrassed, not all the time but the redder his face is the more likely there are to be tears in his eyes

- he has been called thousands of insults over the years, you will not find a new one, trust me

- on that note pls don’t insult him unless he knows you don’t mean it, better yet just don’t at all my boy does not deserve that🥺

- idk what the hell they were doing in the movie but vash is a hard believer of consent before touching anyone intimately ( there are exceptions like with his friends or in battle) but literally whatever was going on with him taking Amelia’s glove and boot off and rubbing his face against her hand/leg, he would not do that

- on the other hand he absolutely says the shit he says in the movie smh “THEN YOU AND I SHOULD GET OUR LITTLE TAILS BACK TO OUR LOVE NEST! YEE-HAW!” Or like with his first battle with the gung ho guns where he said he could have groped her three times

- big difference in the things he says and the things he’d actually do, a lot of the eyebrow raising stuff he says is just to bring the mood up

- we know his philosophy applies to animals and bugs but he has been shown to eat animals, it’s important to note that he apologizes to the animal before eating them

- someone please tell vash the eggs we eat wouldn’t hatch a baby anyway😭😭😭

- on the topic of food I think he likes sweet stuff, donuts are his favorite but he’s a fan of all pastries

- he shares with the animals around him, even if it’s not a Tomas he was riding (which he especially treats afterwards) this has put him in a number of situations where he is out of food or water or both, this has not stopped him from doing it again

- I’ve seen headcannons where he falls asleep easily in the cold because his plant body isn’t used to it or whatever, I don’t agree especially considering how damn cold it gets at night

- also there ain’t no way he can’t handle extreme temperature shifts at least in terms of being hot, bro walks around in full leather all day (THE DAY GUYS THERES TWO FUCKING SUNS THERE ID LITERALLY DIE)

- however if it’s a modern au I am more open to that idea just because I still like it even if I don’t agree

- he sings!! Even though people have canonically said that he sounds awful I think he can actually sing pretty well when he wants to

- I like to think he knows how to play smaller instruments like an ocarina or castanets

- he probably has a bunch of little skills that he’s developed while traveling, after all theres not much else to do other than look at sand

- loves finding the constellations that people have come up with for this planet, he liked the charts from Earth’s constellations and thinks it’s so cool getting to see people come up with stuff in real time

(There will probably be more parts to come so look forward to that I guess)

[phoenixes-and-wizards]

little things i never want to forget about the hargreeves:

all of them used to defy their father, sneak out to griddy’s, and in five’s own words “eat donuts until we puked. simpler times, eh?”

luther wrote poetry while he was on the moon, especially about comets

tom hopper and the UA crew have said that the scratches all over luther’s body were made by him. he couldn’t stand the loneliness, especially during that first year, and would often resort to harming himself as a way to vent his frustration

it’s also pretty likely that he's had body dysmorphia at one point or another

he also has a habit of stress eating

diego almost became a detective, but he dropped out because he wasn't good at following orders. he even went to police academy!!!

diego has the cross stitch grace made specifically for him on the wall of his basement apartment, and in a frame no less

he’s also a big-ass momma’s boy

and he’s the only one grace calls “silly” as a term of endearment

and he has a fear of needles due to getting that tattoo when they were kids (y’all know which one i’m talking about)

plus his stutter only comes out when he's under extreme emotional stress

and a close rewatch of 1X03 shows that his bedroom had an overflowing abundance of books so what if him and ben used to bond over that😭

allison speaks seven languages

she told her daughter about her siblings, and claire obviously knew them well enough that she was calling them "uncle” and “aunty,” and that last one is especially heartwarming because this was around the time that vanya’s book had just come out, and yet, allison--who has the option of never telling claire about her--still does, and even explains why she wasn’t allowed to go on missions

klaus was smoking blunts at fourteen

klaus was clutching dave’s dogtags right before five teleported all of them to the past

and i’ve noticed that he has a habit of doing that in general in season 2, especially when he’s feeling kind-of low, but sometimes it’s also an unconscious habit and that’s cute, too

klaus would write the things the dead would say to him, all over his bedroom wall

klaus has a habit of going barefoot whenever he’s at home

five was the only person vanya felt comfortable enough with to present new violin pieces to

five outright says that everything he’s done so far was to get back to his family and keep them safe

@me-evil-never​ wrote in the tags: “five has watched his family die/be dead like 3 times if i’m counting correctly (YES YOU ARE AND IT’S A PAINFUL FACT WE MUST ALL LIVE WITH), plus all he has ever done in his life since age 13 was to get back to them so he could spend time safely with them” and YES I AGREE why would you hide such an excellent point in the tags because, sometimes, even i forget that it’s only been two weeks for him, and they’re probably the roughest he’s had since being stuck in the apocalypse as an actual child, and idk about you guys, but i just really want to give five a big hug because lord knows he deserves needs it

allison used to paint klaus' nails during meals

and was apparently a daddy’s girl, though how one could become a “daddy’s girl” if the father in question was reginald hargreeves is beyond my capacity to understand

ben was reading chekhov as early as 14

ben was a bookworm, both in life and death

vanya had the smallest room

vanya openly called ben the kindest of their siblings in her book, and said that when he died, none of them had any more reason to stay

before he left, diego gave reggie a piece of his mind

all of them know how to dance

they all know how to speak and read greek (ancient fucking greek, as one of you oh-so-eloquently put it)

vanya knows how to speak russian and god knows how many other languages

(by this point i'm really convinced they're all multilingual and there just hasn't been an opportunity for them to utilize that yet)

she also has a mr. snuggles teddy bear

according to klaus, vanya used to cry when the others would step on ants as kids

klaus is pansexual

he also dated twins once (though i’m not sure if he dated one then the other or both at the exact same time)

and has mild claustrophobia from being locked up in mausoleums all the time as a child

diego swore a pinky promise with lila and called it “the pinkiest promise” he’d ever make, and even though he’s a hard-ass who won’t hesitate to cut anybody in half, he’s still at his gentlest when he’s around her and he doesn’t even try to hide it

off her meds, vanya got first chair and a solo on her first try (as a violinist in a professional orchestra, lemme tell you that this is no easy feat to do)

she also seemed to have an affinity for bach (again--not easy!!)

even though he was barely starting puberty, ben was smart enough to reprogram allison's teddy bear to say "luther smells dad's underwear."

upon possessing klaus for a few minutes in season 2, ben could be seen clutching various flowers and smelling them repeatedly

klaus can actually levitate in the comics

according to @valkerymillenia, ghost!ben once saved klaus' life in the comics after he overdosed on heroin yet again

both klaus and diego repeatedly tried to open the lock to vanya's old anechoic chamber and were absolutely furious when luther wouldn't let them

diego called elliott "one of ours" despite knowing him for all of a week and a half

he also calls herb “herbie,” calmed him down after accidentally drawing a weapon on him, and created a secret handshake with him, all within two hours tops of meeting him

if one really thinks about it, diego is actually good with people? and that makes sense because he left the academy as early as seventeen, and he would’ve had to talk to a lot of people just to make ends meet that first year alone, and even though reggie tried to squash that part of him down, he’s still a good person at heart, you go prince of pointy things, make us all proud

[previouslynarnie]

absolutely no one asked but my tua season three wish list includes but is not limited to and in no particular order:

Diego continuously hunting Lila down to talk to her and trying to convince her to join his family, and finally when she can’t evade him because people are after her and trying to kill her, they talk while fighting them to the tune of Take a Chance on Me by ABBA

the siblings beginning to rectify leaving Vanya out throughout their childhood via going with her to a tattoo parlor so she can get a matching umbrella academy tattoo while Vanya grabs on to Luther’s hand (Luther because only he would be able to handle the agony of Vanya’s iron clutches) for moral support

sibling mall trip with Vanya and Allison pulling Five into a photo booth because why not (bonus if the rest of the brothers try to get in on it and cramp the already non-existent space in the booth, come on Luther) (added bonus if they each keep a strip of photos and argue over the best ones)

the siblings noticing and doing something about the signs that Five is breaking down and needs emotional and mental support from the trauma that is his life + a freaking hug how about one from each of the siblings with verbal affirmations (bonus if it’s a fam group hug with Luther’s arms around them and Five squashed in the middle of it all)

the siblings reverting to childish behavior bc Grace and Pogo don’t know them + Diego being salty bc Mom doesn’t know who I am and extra salty bc one of the sparrow kids notice it bothers him and rubs it in his face

Klaus being taken more seriously and getting the help and support he needs

Klaus and angsty Ben having their first conversation and it being the most awkward thing ever bc isn’t Ben supposed to be dead and seeing that this isn’t the case, isn’t Ben supposed to be... Ben??

the umbrella academy and the sparrow academy fighting each other, physically or verbally I have no preference

the umbrella academy and the sparrow academy fighting together

the umbrella academy and the sparrow academy being domestic and chilling with one another at the end of the season (i.e. movie night all snuggled up together in the living room eating popcorn having just survived hell and Reginald Hargreeves)

Five crying and/or expressing his emotions and being heard because he’s more than earned the right to grieve and process everything that’s happened and be loved

Allison getting joint custody of Claire + reunion scene + meet your uncles and aunt scene

Luther meeting Claire and her calling him “Spaceboy!”

Five meeting Claire and he receives his first hug in years + Claire teaching him about the trends and tech of today + Five being coerced to watch Claire’s favorite Disney movie and letting her sleep on his shoulder when she falls asleep on the couch halfway through + Allison covering them both with a blanket when she finds them both asleep

Five bonding with each of his siblings and getting the appreciation and recognition he deserves

Diego going to see Vanya play and bringing her a bouquet of flowers at the end of the concert

the siblings being super protective of Vanya when she meets someone new because a) they love her and b) remember when she dated a serial killer?

a post-credits scene similar to the Avengers in which the siblings are sitting together eating at Griddy’s Donuts or another donut joint if Griddy’s has already closed after they save the world and Five being the first to get sick and proceed to blink to the trash can and puke into it

maybe an episode where Five finally succumbs to his fatigue and just sleeps the day away in his room and despite the fact that there are things going on and they need his help, they let him sleep because he deserves to rest, damn it!!

bonus if there’s a big fight scene with all hell breaking loose with a badass song playing in the background and it keeps cutting to Five snoring soundly in his bed

Five fighting alongside his siblings

Five dancing with his siblings

any scene with any ABBA song playing but preferably a fight scene, I beg

to be continued (maybe I’ll write a fic of each scenario??)

[soundcrusher]

A nightmare is hardly over

Part 3 of season 3 from my ongoing story set in the sentient sg/ll au from @cuppajj is out!

It's a little short, kinda, but I think it's enough for now.

Please, enjoy.

Trigger Warning: -

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Phoenix hasn’t told anyone about who had visited him when he was alone. Mostly because he wasn’t sure if it truly was Lightlost or if he imagined them, but also because he was scared of what could happen if he did. He knew his mother. She wouldn’t take too kindly to someone talking to him like that. No. She would go out and try to fight Lightlost, and Phoenix didn’t want that. It doesn’t matter what they have done to him, Phoenix still didn’t want his parents to fight each other. He didn’t want either of them to get hurt. The thought alone caused Phoenix to let out a choked sob, as he quickly buried his face in his servos. 

No, he didn’t want anyone in his family to get hurt, no matter what they have done to him. He deserved it, didn’t he? Getting hurt for being a stupid sparkling who thinks he’s all grown up. Lightlost locked him up in that one hab-suite, because he was being a bad kid after all. So, he deserved getting hurt, not his family. Not Rodimus, not Dominus, or his mother. And his father wasn’t in the picture, so, it left only him. 

But Rodimus wouldn’t agree with that. He’s told him before that what Lightlost did was nothing a parent should do to their kid. They shouldn’t have hurt him, they shouldn’t have locked him up, they shouldn’t have deprived him of interaction with other living Cybertronians, and they shouldn’t have taken his wings. They should have never made him dependent on them, and yet, here he is. Stupid, stupid Phoenix who grew attatched to someone who only seemed to hurt him. Stupid, stupid Phoenix, who’s just a stupid little sparkling who never learned how bad the real world is. A sparkling that should have never left home… Ah, but where was home? Phoenix didn’t know. 

He felt at home, the second he came back. He felt at home here with Rodimus, Dominus and his mother, but he also felt at home with Lightlost. The Lost Light has been his home for a long time after all. At least, Phoenix thinks it’s been his home for a long time. It sure felt long. Very long. Very, very, very, very long. 

“Is it… is it wrong…” Muttered the youngling, as he took his servos away from his face to grab a pillow and hug it. Taking a look around his room afterwards. Ever since Lightlost’s visit, Phoenix hasn’t left his room. He didn’t want to leave his room, even if it worried his family. His room was safe after all. No-one could enter and he couldn’t leave it. The window was closed and the curtains were pulled down, and he turned his berth into a small, safe, nest. 

It was safe and calming. Something Phoenix needed right now. Safe, calm, and the fairy lights in his room kept the darkness away. Phoenix truly liked his room. He never wanted to leave again…

“Phoenix? I see you haven’t touched your Energon… and you didn’t even eat the Energon-Donuts I made. I really put a lot of effort into those…” Rodimus’ muffled voice came from behind the door, followed by knocking. He always came around at this time of day. Checking up on Phoenix and making sure the youngling would at least get his fuel, but seeing the tray untouched worried the prime. This behavior wasn’t new to him. He’s seen something similar on the Lost Light. Which could only mean something was going on in his brother’s mind. Something that might spiral into something dangerous, if he didn’t do something. 

So, with a heavy sigh, Rodimus kneeled down in front of the door and lock-picked it. He would apologize later to both Phoenix and Tankcrusher, but his brother needed him now. “Phoenix, I respect your privacy by knocking. But I’m asserting my authority as your brother and captain by coming in either way.” And with one strong shove, the door flew open. Sending Phoenix in a small frenzy, as the youngling quickly dove down from his bed and into the open closet. Shutting the doors quickly, while Rodimus picked up the untouched tray and entered the room. Closing the door behind. Afterwards, the prime let out a sigh, as he placed the tray down on the study table by the window, before sitting down on the ground before the closet. 

“Phoenix… I’m sorry if I scared you, but I had to come in. You haven’t left your room for almost a week. The customers from the bakery are wondering where the ‘friendlier brother’ is.” Said Rodimus, before letting out a long groan. “And frankly, I can only deal with them so much, before I’m going to punch their stupid faces.” He laughed, but not for long. Not after hearing soft whimpers coming from within the closet. “Phoenix? Please… tell me what’s wrong…”

“They… they don’t say that…” Was all the youngling could choke out, before the whimpers turned into sobs, and the sobs into crying. “They can’t even… even look at my face without my visor. So, they wouldn’t miss me. None of them would miss me! They never did!” Phoenix was screeching at this point. Crying and yelling how no-one cared about him. How he always had to hide behind a visor, because how else was he supposed to talk with other mechs and femme? How was he supposed to look others in the optics, when they turned away as soon as they saw his face? The face of a dead mech. “Lightlost was right! They were right all along. I don’t belong here. I don’t belong anywhere. The only place I ever belonged to was… was… was on the…” 

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence Phoenix.” Rodimus didn’t mean to sound as harsh as he did, but there was no other way to make the youngling stop screaming his spark out. “You don’t believe that. You can’t seriously believe that. You belong here. You belong with your mother, with Dominus, with me. And if you don’t, then there are still Softstreet and Fungus. And if you don’t want to belong with them, then, by all means, see if the Scavengers would take you in. I bet they would. And, if not, I don’t think the DJD would turn you down. Not when Dominus drags your sorry aft over to them.” Rodimus couldn’t help the small chuckle escaping him, as he thought about it. His brother truly had more places to choose from than he had. If anything, Rodimus didn’t belong anywhere, not Phoenix.

“D-domi would really do that… wouldn’t he?” The prime could hear his brother chuckle from behind the closet door. Something that caused him to let out a soft sigh. This was good, hopefully. Phoenix chuckled and hasn’t thrown him out yet. “I bet, if he could, he would file out some kind of guardianship, or something. I wouldn’t expect anything else from him.” He joked, before slowly reaching out and opening the closet door. Watching Phoenix flinch away, while he himself opened his arms for a hug. A hug, that was soon enough returned by his brother. Although, something was off. Very off.

“Phoenix… where did you get that visor from?” 

Rodimus could feel Phoenix tense, before looking up at him. And yep, Rodimus didn’t imagine it. There was the visor in all its not transparent glory. He didn’t like it. Phoenix had told him why he had it, why he used it and how he had lost it. And seeing it now, caused a bad feeling to settle down in his tank. This wasn’t a good omen. No, this was bad. Really, really bad. 

“Phoenix… please. I know that you had a similar visor, but Lightlost took it from you.” Said the prime, as he looked down at his brother and his grip on him grew tighter. “Don’t tell me…”

“They… they gave it back.” Was all Phoenix whispered, before both of them heard the front door bell ring. 

And for a moment, everything was quiet, until Tankcrusher’s voice ran through the house like thunder. 

“HOW DARE YOU COME HERE?!”

[algumaideia]

Nico quotes- Mark of Athena

The air in the jar smelled of stale breath and tarnished metal. The only light came from the dim purple glow of a dark sword, its Stygian iron blade set against one side of the container. Huddled next to it was a dejected-looking boy in tattered jeans, a black shirt, and an old aviator jacket. On his right hand, a silver skull ring glittered.

“Nico,” Percy called. But the son of Hades couldn’t hear him. The container was completely sealed. The air was turning poisonous. Nico’s eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. He appeared to be meditating. His face was pale, and thinner than Percy remembered.

On the inner wall of the jar, it looked as though Nico had scratched three hash marks with his sword—maybe it had been three days that he’d been imprisoned? It didn’t seem possible he could have survived so long without suffocating. Even in a dream, Percy was already starting to feel panicky, struggling to get enough oxygen. Then he noticed something between Nico’s feet—a small collection of glistening objects no bigger than baby teeth. Seeds, Percy realized. Pomegranate seeds. Three had been eaten and spit out. Five were still encased in dark red pulp. “Nico,” Percy said, “where is this place? We’ll save you....”

...

Nico di Angelo trapped in a bronze jar, slowly dying from asphyxiation with pomegranate seeds at his feet. Hazel choked back a sob.

“Nico... Oh, gods. The seeds.”

“You know what they are?” Annabeth asked.

Hazel nodded. “He showed them to me once. They’re from our stepmother’s garden.” “Your step... oh,” Percy said. “You mean Persephone.” Percy had met the wife of Hades once. She hadn’t been exactly warm and sunny. He had also been to her Underworld garden—a creepy place full of crystal trees and flowers that bloomed bloodred and ghost white. “The seeds are a last-resort food,” Hazel said. Percy could tell she was nervous, because all the silverware on the table was starting to move toward her. “Only children of Hades can eat them. Nico always kept some in case he got stuck somewhere. But if he’s really imprisoned—”

“The giants are trying to lure us,” Annabeth said. “They’re assuming we’ll try to rescue him.” “Well, they’re right!” Hazel looked around the table, her confidence apparently crumbling. “Won’t we?” “Yes!” Coach Hedge yelled with a mouthful of napkins. “It’ll involve fighting, right?” “Hazel, of course we’ll help him,” Frank said. “But how long do we have before... uh, I mean, how long can Nico hold out?”

“One seed a day,” Hazel said miserably. “That’s if he puts himself in a death trance.” “A death trance?” Annabeth scowled. “That doesn’t sound fun.” “It keeps him from consuming all his air,” Hazel said. “Like hibernation, or a coma. One seed can sustain him one day, barely.” “And he has five seeds left,” Percy said. “That’s five days, including today. The giants must have planned it that way, so we’d have to arrive by July first. Assuming Nico is hidden somewhere in Rome—” “That’s not much time,” Piper summed up. She put her hand on Hazel’s shoulder. “We’ll find him. At least we know what thelines of the prophecy mean now. ‘Twins snuff out the angel’s breath, who holds the key to endless death.’ Your brother’s last name: di Angelo. Angelo is Italian for ‘angel.’” “Oh, gods,” Hazel muttered. “Nico...” Percy stared at his jelly donut. He had a rocky history with Nico di Angelo. The guy had once tricked him into visiting Hades’s palace, and Percy had ended up in a cell. But most of the time, Nico sided with the good guys. He certainly didn’t deserve slow suffocation in a bronze jar, and Percy couldn’t stand seeing Hazel in pain.

....

“Uh...” Leo shifted in his chair. “One thing. The giants are expecting us to do this, right? So we’re walking into a trap?”

Hazel looked at Leo like he’d made a rude gesture. “We have no choice!” “Don’t get me wrong, Hazel. It’s just that your brother, Nico... he knew about both camps, right?”

“Well, yes,” Hazel said. “He’s been going back and forth,” Leo said, “and he didn’t tell either side.” Jason sat forward, his expression grim. “You’re wondering if we can trust the guy. So am I.” Hazel shot to her feet. “I don’t believe this. He’s my brother. He brought me back from the Underworld, and you don’t want to help him?”

Frank put his hand on her shoulder.“Nobody’s saying that.” He glared at Leo. “Nobody had better be saying that.” Leo blinked. “Look, guys. All I mean is—” “Hazel,” Jason said. “Leo is raising a fair point. I remember Nico from Camp Jupiter. Now I find out he also visited Camp Half-Blood. That does strike me as... well, a little shady. Do we really know where his loyalties lie? We just have to be careful.” Hazel’s arms shook. A silver platter zoomed toward her and hit the wall to her left, splattering scrambled eggs.

“You... the great Jason Grace... the praetor I looked up to. You were supposed to be so fair, such a good leader. And now you...” Hazel stomped her foot and stormed out of the mess hall.

...

but Annabeth had never felt any attraction to Nico. He was too young and too moody. There was a darkness in him that made her uneasy.

...

When she had died, Nico became a homeless orphan, drifting through the world alone. Annabeth could relate to that.

...

She’s right,” Hazel said. “After today, Nico has less than two days. The fish-centaurs said we have to rescue him. He’s essential to the quest somehow.” She looked around defensively, as if waiting for someone to argue. No one did. Piper tried to imagine what Nico di Angelo was feeling, stuck in a jar with only two pomegranate seeds left to sustain him, and no idea whether he would be rescued.

...

The vision zoomed in again. Inside the jar, Nico di Angelo was curled in a ball, no longer moving, all the pomegranate seeds eaten. “We’re too late,” Jason said. “No,” Percy said. “No, I can’t believe that. Maybe he’s gone into a deeper trance to buy time. We have to hurry.”

...

and Nico di Angelo spilled out. The sight of his deathly pale face and too- skinny frame made Percy’s heart stop. Percy couldn’t tell whether he was alive or dead. He wanted to rush over and check, but Ephialtes stood in his way. “Now we have to hurry,” said the Big F. “We should go through your stage directions. The hypogeum is all set!” Percy was ready to slice this giant in half and get out of there, but Otis was standing over Nico. If a battle started, Nico was in no condition to defend himself. Percy needed to buy him some recovery time.

[...] Nico shuddered. Percy felt like a hellhound hamster wheel somewhere in his chest had started moving again. At least Nico was alive.

...

At his left sat Nico and Piper, her shoulder being tended by a nymph in a nurse’s uniform.

...

The demigods gathered around the helm. Jason bandaged Piper’s sprained shoulder while Hazel sat at the stern, feeding Nico ambrosia. The son of Hades could barely lift his head. His voice was so quiet, Hazel had to lean in whenever he spoke.

...

She helped Nico to his feet. He’d always been pale, but now his skin looked like powdered milk. His dark sunken eyes reminded Percy of photos he’d seen of liberated prisoners-of-war, which Percy guessed Nico basically was. “Thank you,” Nico rasped. His eyes darted nervously around the group. “I’d given up hope.” The past week or so, Percy had imagined a lot of scathing things he might say to Nico when they met again, but the guy looked so frail and sad, Percy couldn’t muster much anger. “You knew about the two camps all along,” Percy said. “You could have told me who I was the first day I arrived at Camp Jupiter, but you didn’t.” Nico slumped against the helm. “Percy, I’m sorry. I discovered Camp Jupiter last year. My dad led me there, though I wasn’t sure why. He told me the gods had kept the camps separate for centuries and that I couldn’t tell anyone. The time wasn’tright. But he said it would be important for me to know...” He doubled over in a fit of coughing. Hazel held his shoulders until he could stand again. “I—I thought Dad meant because of Hazel,” Nico continued. “I’d need a safe place to take her. But now...I think he wanted me to know about both camps so I’d understand how important your quest was, and so I’d search for the Doors of Death.”

The air turned electric—literally, as Jason started throwing off sparks. “Did you find the doors?” Percy asked. Nico nodded. “I was a fool. I thought I could go anywhere in the Underworld, but I walked right into Gaea’s trap. I might as well have tried running from a black hole.” “Um...” Frank chewed his lip. “What kind of black hole are you talking about?” Nico started to speak, but whatever he needed to say must have been too terrifying. He turned to Hazel. She put her hand on her brother’s arm.

“Nico told me that the Doors of Death have two sides—one in the mortal world, one in the Underworld. The mortal side of the portal is in Greece. It’s heavily guarded by Gaea’s forces. That’s where they brought Nico back into the upper world. Then they transported him to Rome.” Piper must’ve been nervous, because her cornucopia spit out a cheeseburger. “Where exactly in Greece is this doorway?” Nico took a rattling breath. “The House of Hades. It’s an underground temple in Epirus. I can mark it on a map, but—but the mortal side of the portal isn’t the problem. In the Underworld, the Doors of Death are in...in...” A cold pair of hands did the itsy-bitsy spider down Percy’s back. A black hole. An inescapable part of the Underworld where even Nico di Angelo couldn’t go. Why hadn’t Percy thought ofthis before? He’d been to the very edge of that place. He still had nightmares about it. “Tartarus,” he guessed. “The deepest part of the Underworld.” Nico nodded. “They pulled me into the pit, Percy. The things I saw down there...” His voice broke. Hazel pursed her lips. “No mortal has ever been to Tartarus,” she explained. “At least, no one has ever gone in and returned alive. It’s the maximum-security prison of Hades, where the old Titans and the other enemies of the gods are bound. It’s where all monsters go when they die on the earth. It’s...well, no one knows exactly what it’s like.” Her eyes drifted to her brother. The rest of her thought didn’t need to be spoken: No one except Nico

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“It’s impossible. I’m the son of Hades, and even I barely survived. Gaea’s forces overwhelmed me instantly. They’re so powerful down there...no demigod would stand a chance. I almost went insane.” Nico’s eyes looked like shattered glass. Percy wondered sadly if something inside him had broken permanently.

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Nico di Angelo shuffled over, leaning on his black sword. “Leo, they’re not dead. If they were, I could feel it.” “How can you be sure?” Leo asked. “If that pit really led to...you know...how could you sense them so far away?” Nico and Hazel shared a look, maybe comparing notes on their Hades/Pluto death radar. Leo shivered. Hazel had never seemed like a child of the Underworld to him, but Nico di Angelo—that guy was creepy.

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I’d love to hear your thoughts (as well as any predictions for the next season with them running the new restaurant as partners) regarding Carmy and Sydney’s dynamic in the show?

You mean I need to have thoughts beyond the fact that they deserve to have equally fuck-nasty and heartfelt sex even though it’s definitely a bad idea to sleep with your business partner, Anon??

Joking aside, their dynamic is lovely. It’s probably my favourite one on the show, which really is saying something when there’s so many good ones.

Honestly, I think a lot of it is in the eyes. Both Ayo and Jeremy have wonderfully expressive eyes and that does much of the heavy lifting. The way she’s so aware of him and his reactions to her work all the time and the way he stares at her so tenderly when she isn’t looking at him. They really see each other, instant connection.

Like, come on, can’t help but be obsessed!

I love how they’re extremely similar in their drive and ambition and what they want for their restaurant, and yet entirely different as well, which I think is very much shaped by their experiences in the industry. While they’re both shell shocked because of their journeys, Carmy tried and succeeded and Sydney tried and failed – she’s got something to prove, he doesn’t. At least not professionally.

I love how Carmy validates her skill and her talent at (almost) every step of the way in a way, but that he also tells her when she’s moving too fast, when her inexperience gets the better of her.  And I love how Sydney does not just let him steam roll over her, she knows her skill level and her worth and she is gonna stand her ground because of that. I think there’s real potential for them to both balance out each other’s worst impulses and buff up each other’s best sides going forward.

And piggy-backing off of that, Sydney doesn’t come back because the writers try to make her act the saviour to him. She comes back because of their shared dream, when they’re both ready to become equal partners in a new venture. Love that.

As for predictions, I don’t have that many actually, season 1 took so many delightful twists and turns that I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be happy with the direction the writers are gonna take things.

But I have really high hopes for the way they’re going to explore the challenges that comes with professional partnership when their dreams for the place – despite how similar it is for the most part – are inevitably gonna collide.

And of course I do hope they’re gonna give us the most delicious, torturous slow burn romance. Because as much as I enjoy the idea of them hooking up, I want the show runners to drag out the tension until I absolutely cannot stand it and wanna bury my face into my pillows and scream. Because they still have much more growth as people to get through before they can get to a romantic relationship.

They both eat Marcus’ floor donut, do we really need any other proof that they’re made for each other?!

[kyberphilosopher]

Cerise

Those are people who died, died Those are people who died, died They were all my friends and just died.

Word Count: 5736 Warnings: Crime, Weapons, Mentioned Murder of a R/pist, Crude humor.

Jason’s friend and roommate, another Gotham villain, is ordered to return to Task Force X.

ce·rise/səˈrēs,səˈrēz/ [noun] a bright or deep red color.

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Let’s open up our story on a colorful note: Fuck Amanda Waller. 

Nobody likes her. You don’t like her. Jason doesn’t like her. None of the characters in this story like her. Arguably, none of the characters in your present universe like her, either. There’s a reason why people call her “The Wall”. It’s because that’s what it’s like talking to her. And that’s what it would be like trying to deny the request she’d passed on to you in her letter. 

It weighed on your mind briefly as you walk up the stairs of your apartment building. By the third flight, the weight’s pretty much disappeared. Sure, there’s anger at Waller for violating your agreement, but it’s so useless being annoyed with her that it washes away fast. So by the fourth flight, the whole thing is settled in your head to completion. You’ll go back to your Suicide Squad- or a Suicide Squad, considering most people Waller selects are idiots. Then you’ll do the job, and walk away bing, bang, boom. 

You tip your head politely as if in salute to the older woman, Mallorca, who occupies the apartment across from you. She returns a warm smile that raises her prominent and wrinkled jowls, igniting the fire in her warm brown eyes. “You need me to do your laundry again?” 

Of course an angel such as Mallorca would make such an offer. It’s not a bad offer, either. Your dark, silver lined chest plate is splattered with blood all over the front. It’s nobodies blood that doesn’t deserve it, as per your agreement with Waller. Just some perverted little prick who thought with his dick instead of his brain with the wrong girl. She looked frightened, and you saved her, and since the prick had just hit 18 (a fact you learned after rummaging around his wallet after), you had permission to bash his brain in. Hence the blood splattered vigilante armor. 

The first time Mallorca had seen such a sight, she had no reaction whatsoever. You weren’t sure what else you were expecting from an old woman living in a back alley apartment building, but it certainly wasn’t that. She offered no shock to your red masked, blood stained roommate either. Mallorca is simply an otherworldly being. And is that cocaine you see on the collar of her shirt?

“I got it,” you throw in return, rounding the corner so she’s at your back, and nearing the climb up the next and last flight of stairs. “Hey, is Jason home?” But when you turn around fully, Mallorca shows no intention of responding and has disappeared down your previous staircase. You clasp your hands against the sides of your thighs, “Oh, okay.”

You make your way up the final steps and stick a hand in a secret back pocket to fish around for your keys. You wince when you begin the rigorous task of tugging the lanyard free from the depths, which unfortunately fell near to your back hole. Then you slip the key into the lock and twist. 

Inside your apartment is near emptiness. There’s a couch, a rug, some windows, a TV, and to your immediate right is a small kitchen beside a hallway that leads to a bathroom and two bedrooms. You see the large plant you’d stuck in the corner is wilted and tinged brown, and the TV is playing some movie with the sound muted. No sign of your roommate, however. 

You toss your helmet and keys onto the couch. Then you make your way to the kitchen to search the fridge for a snack (that you know is not there) or perhaps some water. You bend down to peek an eye in, only to stand back up and close the thing. Then you pass over to the counter, and reach up to now peek an eye in the overhead cabinet. 

“You’re home early.”

You let out a short-but cathartic- scream, jumping as you turn around. You relax quickly. It’s only Jason, and your face changes from shocked and panicked to simply annoyed. 

The man at the other side of the room pulls his infamous red helmet from atop his face. Underneath is a classically masculine, handsome face with eyes that blend between green and blue. Black hair falls free in messy strands, accented by the one white tuft that you’ve claimed reminds you of a skunk. You tilt your head lazily in defeat. “How many times have I told you not to do that?”

Jason shrugs in his red hoodie and jeans, walking across the room to set the helmet on the coffee table. “Four. Any particular reason you’re home so early?” he flops himself onto the couch and kicks his feet up, crossing them tastefully next to the Red Hood helmet. 

You turn back around to continue the task of grabbing a cup from the top cabinet. “It’s been five, and I apologize for assuming I could do what I wanted in my own home.”

“If you have to ask me to stop sneaking up on you five times, you’re probably a really bad vigilante.”

“Fuck,” you mutter as you fill the cup with tap water. “That’s true.”

You turn around to face Jason. His eyes are already on you, illuminated by the blue glow from the television. They linger purely on your form for a moment, then they dip down to narrow at your armor. “Were you the one who killed that guy on the back of main?”

You furrow your brows and look up with pursed lips in thought. “Are you talking about the main diner or the main records shop?”

“Main diner on main street.”

“No, that was Azrael. This was by the records shop.” You raise the glass to your lips.

Jason snaps his fingers. “Oh, that guy. The kid?”

You nod and take another sip of the water. “He just turned eighteen, so you know. Free game. So, what do you want for dinner? Pick something good. I’m going back to the squad so I won’t be here for a few weeks.”

Jason’s brows furrow for a split second, then he perks up attentively. “You’re going back to the task force?” he repeats, though it sounds defeated and disbelieving. Distraught- is that the word you’re looking for?

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I got the letter-” you set the cup of water down and reach a hand into your pocket. Then you pull the crumpled envelope free of its confines and toss it onto the counter, “-today.”

Jason’s eyebrows furrow again. This time the movement is quick and curved and almost offended. “So, that’s it then?”

“What’s wrong, Jason?” you smirk. “Did you finally fall in love with your roommate turned friend? I always knew this day would come.”

“Uh, no?”

“Suit yourself.”

You turn back around and begin rinsing the cup out. Jason watches your back, something in his chest sinking. You weren’t his best friend. Besides living together, you weren’t really all that close. You were living a life a lot like his, running around at night as some antihero vigilante. The only difference was that you’d crossed paths with Waller and had managed to make it out of her system alive. Most antihero vigilante’s weren’t so lucky. Most of them died. But now you’re telling Jason right to his face that you’re going back. That you think you’ll only be gone a few weeks when it could just be forever. Sprayed with dark blood all over... what if it was yours?

“Actually,” Jason leans forward. His legs drop from the table and spread open, elbows resting against his knees with a hunched back. “Why don’t you pick dinner tonight?”

The glass clinks against the metal of the sink as you set it inside. Jason almost always picks dinner. Most of the time he chooses burgers or Chinese. Your apartments stove isn’t working, so eating from home really just means a BLT sandwich for the both of you. 

“Are you offering because you’re hoping I’ll choose that new steakhouse?” you smile.

“I’ll get you anything you want,” the man replies. “It’s on me.”

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Jason meets you on the roof of the building about an hour and a half later. You wanted to go with him, since you’d say his behavior is different from usual, but he was very adamant about you staying in. Jason even encouraged you to go ahead and pick your favorite movie to watch while he’s gone. 

When you told him you’d decided on the steakhouse option, you meant it ironically. Between the two of you, money could be described as ‘tight’. Going to a new place like that would mean saving for a while. Furthermore, you hadn’t even given him your order before Red Hood was gone. 

To his credit, looking at him now, you wouldn’t change a thing. The first bite of the food is phenomenal. The second bite is just perfect. Jason must have mind reading powers to be so aware of your taste in food- you’d thought he never noticed. 

He gets a steak, as predicted. Jason loves steak. 

Gotham looks most like itself at night, a view shared between the two of you. Two sets of legs dangle over the side of your building, both of which are clad in heavy boots and armored knees. Jason had decided to go out as his alter ego- a fact he thought he could keep from you by putting his hoodie under his leather jacket. 

“I saw you put your helmet by the door,” you tell him. “I know what’s under that sweatshirt.”

“No you didn’t,” is all he says back. 

The wind tickles the back of your neck. It ripples through the air in lazy waves, making Jason’s hair ruffle. The white skunk streak disappears and reappears between the darker-than-midnight-sky strands. Behind Jason, the moon is full and lonely. Its only company is the two of you. 

“Oh my god,” you stuff your mouth. “This is so good.”

“Hm,” Jason hums in agreement, stabbing his steak once again with a fork in his black to-go box. It’s the next movement of his shoulder that catches your eye. 

“Jason, is that cocaine, or powder donut dust?” 

Jason glances over at you. 

Your eyes linger on the white splotch of something in the wrinkles of red fabric. “Because I asked you not to eat them since there’s only two left.”

Your face slowly falls to one of horror as Jason stays still. With a face of steel, he finally says, “It’s cocaine then.”

“Then?”

“Look what I got you.”

Jason sets his box to the ledge beside him and leans down. 

“Worst subject change ever.” You take an angry bite of your meal in an attempt to both silence yourself and to make you feel better. Unfortunately as you pull away from the bite, crumbs attach themselves to your chest plate and stick to your fingers. “Crap. Jason, your dumb food is getting shit all over my stuff!”

When you look over, Jason’s orbs are already on you. His eyes pierce yours, almost unintentionally daring them to look away. The skunk strands glow this close. He holds two things in his hands. The first is a small, brown pot you could balance in the palm of your hand, filled with miniature yellow and red flowers. Scarlet tulips, golden sunflowers, and blonde alstroemerias. In the other hand is a Blu-ray copy of your favorite film. 

“Oh,” is all you can muster out. 

When was the last time the two of you had actually exchanged gifts? You weren’t lovers, or best friends. You were just friends. It had to have been last Christmas, when you had gotten him a TV subscription for South Park and a pair of socks. Jason had gifted you a new bedframe that he later helped you put together. 

A big smile reaches your eyes and makes your cheeks sore. “I haven’t been able to find this anywhere,” you say, taking the movie from his fingers. Your voice comes out pure and genuine. “Thank you.” Your smile grows even larger when you cup the pot of flowers with both hands. 

“All of the flower shops were closed,” Jason explains. “Those are plastic. They won’t die anytime soon.”

At that moment, you swear you could’ve kissed him. He’s looking at you like this is all nothing, like he didn’t just drop big money on dinner and flowers for you. Jason knew what food you wanted before you did. He knew your favorite movie when you can’t even remember saying a thing about it. When had any other man or woman been so thoughtful? So romantic? So caring?

You glance down to the film in your lap. “I didn’t think you payed attention this well.”

Jason’s brow quirks upwards. Something flashes in his eyes as he adjusts his position, seven stories up from the ground. “What kind of roomie would I be if I didn’t?” he asks. Something tells you there’s a shyness blooming in that broad chest of his. Jason’s eyes flit downward to the blood on you, before his head dips back upwards to lock a stare with you once more. “You smell nice,” he states.

You look up at him simply. You know your eyes are filled with pure adoration, and that it’s showing all over your face, but you don’t care. Your red hooded, drug pedaling, bat wrangling, gun toting equal roommate is your favorite person in all of Gotham at this exact moment. 

Behind Jason, a small bird flits overhead with a flash of crimson. “Hey, look,” you pat Jason’s shoulder. His eyes follow yours until they land on the floor of the roof behind you. “I think it’s a robin.”

“I know that bird,” Jason scowls. “That’s the son of the bitch that keeps waking me up in the morning.”

“Hm?”

You watch as Jason swings his legs over the side and pushes himself from the ledge. One hand reaches into the back of his pants while the other searches his leather jacket pocket for something. After a few seconds, he produces both a clip of ammo and a gun, which connect with a click. 

“Ah!” you yelp, placing both the flowers and movie on the brick before copying your friends actions and standing on the roof. Jason hasn’t shot yet, but the gun in his hand is aimed right at the little birdie. He’s got a clean shot. His face remains neutral and unmoving as you take your place beside him. 

It’s a full minute, and the robin is still alive and intact. He nibbles on a little crumb of bread. “He looks happy,” you think out loud. The air of Gotham goes quiet up on that roof, despite the distant sirens, music, and people throughout the city. “Are you gonna shoot?”

Jason’s finger lingers over the trigger. Even the slightest of a squeeze would set the weapon off at this point. The balls of your feet move to and froe, anticipating the bang you’re so familiar with. But then Jason lowers the gun completely, and the robin flies away at the movement. “Nah. He’ll feel the pain I dish out in the morning.”

“Don’t be sad,” you nudge Jason. “He’ll be back at six AM tomorrow to wake you up.” You turn to return to your beckoning food on the ledge. “Thanks for all this, anyway.”

“You’re welcome,” you hear Jason respond. “Hey Y/N?”

Jason watches you spin until you’re completely facing him. He can see the blood again. How it’s completely standing out against the darkness of your outfit. You look powerful, yeah. And you look like the antihero you’re labeled as. But all Jason sees is a corpse of a... of a friend. “Yeah?”

“You’re sure about this Waller thing?”

“Yeah?” you reply, as if it were obvious. The stain on you is so haunting it’s easy to think otherwise. “It’s not like I have much of a choice. It’ll only be a few weeks. I’ll be back before you know it. Then I can show you this sick ass movie.”

Then you go back to walking towards the ledge to retake your seat. But Jason remains standing. He watches as you, the person he thinks of naked so often, get comfortable, your back facing him. And, despite your word, Jason has the sinking feeling that some Suicide Squad mission isn’t the only place Amanda Waller will send you to. 

This time, Amanda Waller will send you to your grave.

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This was supposed to be out on August 16th, for Jason’s birthday. But the concept came to me too late and I spent too long on it. Anyway, here’s some symbolism for ya.

Tulips symbolize unconditional love. Sunflowers symbolize adoration. Alstroemeria’s symbolize devotion. The reader describes the plant in their apartment as turning brown, suggesting it may share a similar fate as the reader as plants go brown when about to die. Robin’s symbolize optimism, a trait the reader displays towards the idea of returning to the Suicide Squad. Robin was also a former identity of Red Hood. Both of which could be why Jason decides to spare the bird. 

I’ll go back and proof read this in the morning.