#everyone else gets up to a lot of ANTICS and that feels like it could be tiresome for both parties. so. find peace and quiet in one another

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eqitav...... im an eqitav truther btw tavquius? horse and bull and then they kiss on the lips or whatever (i think equius engraved a cuitemark onto tavroses legs)

HI EQUITAV IS SO REAL. equius literally built his legs that's gotta count for something.

[mercillery]

ASL BROTHERS WITH A SHY S/O

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

CHARACTERS: Luffy + Ace + Sabo

NOTES: Do Luffy haters exist? It’s a dumb question, yes—but I’m genuinely curious. He’s so cute and dumb, I find it hard to not love him.

LUFFY

Luffy wouldn’t really “get” shyness in the conventional sense. But here’s the thing about Luffy: he’s all about accepting people as they are, no questions asked. He treats you with the same bright-eyed, wide-grinned enthusiasm he shows everyone. The idea of you needing to be more outgoing wouldn’t even cross his mind because, to him, you’re already perfect as you are. Shyness? Never heard of it. Just pass the meat, please.

Now, Luffy’s approach to social interactions is, well, 100% Luffy. He doesn’t really adapt his wild and carefree style to match anyone else’s comfort levels. If you're quiet and reserved, that’s cool—Luffy just goes on living life at full volume like it’s another Tuesday on the Sunny.

At first, you might be left wondering how in the seven seas you’re going to survive the endless hurricane of chaos that follows this rubbery captain around. But soon, and without realizing it, you start to find that his reckless antics and headfirst approach to life are... kind of charming. Sure, it’s like living next door to a tornado, but it’s a tornado that makes you laugh until your sides hurt and never lets you get too deep into your own thoughts.

What’s funny is that while he doesn’t actively try to make you feel more comfortable, he ends up doing it anyway. It’s his Luffy magic. You find yourself smiling more often, your shyness loosening its grip bit by bit as he does dumb stuff and throws himself into trouble that only Luffy would consider fun.

He’ll walk up to you, grin stretching from ear to ear, holding out some bizarre, questionably edible snack and say, “You gotta try this!” And just like that, the nerves you felt melt away—not because he’s making an effort to make you feel at ease, but simply because he’s himself.

And sure, sometimes his energy is a lot. We’re talking sprinting-across-decks, yelling-about-meat kind of “a lot.” But in the middle of all that noise, you come to realize that you feel safer and more at ease when you’re around him. Why? Because Luffy has this way of making everything fun and natural, and soon enough, that includes you too.

Before long, your shyness isn’t something you worry about around him; it’s just another thing Luffy accepts without blinking, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. And in his eyes? It is.

It’s cute because you two really are like the sun and the moon, with Luffy as the blazing, never-stopping sun, and you being the more reserved, quiet moon. It’s like a cosmic duo—he’s all light and energy, and you’re the calm, cool reflection of it all. You balance each other out in the weirdest, most wonderful way.

And when people catch wind of the fact that Luffy is dating someone—let alone someone as shy as you—it’s like watching a cartoon character’s eyes bug out of their head. Yeah, they’re not wrong to be surprised, but Luffy doesn’t care. He’s already busy thinking about what’s next on the agenda, probably involving meat or some kind of treasure hunt.

Luffy is anything but shy. He could probably talk to a rock and think it’s the best conversation he’s had all day. So when it comes to affection, he’s not exactly one to shy away from it. He might not be the clingiest partner out there—he’s not going to be hanging off you like a koala (okay, maybe sometimes)—but you can bet he’s there, always.

Whether it’s randomly giving you a hug in or tossing his arm around your shoulder like it’s no big deal, he’s just Luffy—and that means showing affection wherever and whenever he feels like it, no matter who’s watching. Basically, he’s like a “here’s my arm, it’s yours now” kind of guy.

While Luffy doesn’t exactly get what makes you shy, he’s surprisingly good at picking up on your feelings. If you’re feeling anxious, or if you’re shrinking back into your shell a little bit, Luffy has this unbelievable ability to sense when you need a change of pace. Without even thinking about it, he’ll grab your hand and drag you off on some wild adventure, just to get your mind off things.

He doesn’t even need a reason—he just knows that you could use a distraction, and he’s the perfect person to provide it. Besides, that just gives him more time to spend with you! And, of course, he might offer you one of his beloved snacks or a full meal if you’re feeling off. Seriously, do you know how big that is? Luffy parting with his food is like a miracle in itself, so if he’s offering it to you, you better believe you’re special.

And let’s talk about the food thing for a sec. Do you even realize how big of a deal it is that Luffy shares his food with you? Like, do you know how many times he’s turned down offering a bite of his meat to anyone? Probably never. So when he hands you a piece of his prized food, you know it’s a huge honor. We’re talking sacred territory here.

If you ever doubted your place in Luffy’s heart, just remember: he shares his food with you. That’s a level of trust and affection that not even the grandest feast can outdo. Trust me, you’ve got a special place in his world, and it’s right next to the meat and maybe a little bit of the chaos.

Luffy’s naturally the type of guy who’d include you in absolutely everything—because why wouldn’t he? To him, you’re part of the crew, part of his world, and that means he’s going to drag you into every single bit of it.

You’d be minding your own business, maybe sitting quietly with your book or trying to sneak in a nap, when suddenly—BAM! Luffy's in front of you, grinning like a madman, already talking about the next big adventure or game that everyone’s playing. “C’mon, join us!” he’d say, and before you could protest, he’s already tossing you into the mix.

It’s not that he’s forcing you to join, though—Luffy just has this way of making you feel like you should be there, without ever putting you on the spot. His carefree, inclusive attitude makes it feel like the natural thing to do. You never feel pressure; you just feel... valued. Like you belong, whether you’re quietly cheering from the sidelines or joining in with your own brand of awkward enthusiasm.

It’s like Luffy’s energy is so contagious that you can’t help but want to be part of whatever insane thing he’s cooking up that day, even if it’s just watching him eat his weight in food and making random, nonsensical decisions.

If anyone ever crossed the line with you—teased you, made you uncomfortable, or said something that got under your skin—Luffy would flip the script faster than you can blink. That goofy, carefree grin would disappear in an instant, replaced by a rare, uncharacteristically serious expression.

Suddenly, he’s standing right in front of you like a human shield, ready to take down anyone who dared upset you. He’s usually a chaotic force of nature, but mess with his loved ones, and that’s when you see a side of him that is all about protecting you.

He wouldn’t hesitate to confront the person, his voice firm and unwavering. “Hey! That’s not cool! You don’t mess with my crew!” He’s not one for subtlety or second-guessing, so you’d know right away that Luffy’s on your side. If someone’s being rude or making you feel small, he’ll make sure they know they’ve messed with the wrongggggg person.

The crew’s used to this by now—because Luffy, despite his childish nature, would go to the ends of the earth to defend the people he cares about. You’d feel like the most important person in the world in that moment because, in his eyes, you are.

Luffy’s loyalty is on another level entirely. Once he’s decided he cares about someone, they’re in—no questions, no conditions, just pure, unfiltered loyalty. If you’re lucky enough to be someone Luffy loves, you’d know it in every grin, in every spontaneous gesture, and in every single, joyfully shouted “Let’s go!” You’d never have to second-guess where you stand with him, because Luffy’s affections are as clear as day, as honest and unwavering as the sea he dreams of conquering.

So whether you’re officially part of his crew or not, in his mind, you’re always one of them, and he’d tell anyone who’ll listen, “Yeah, they’re with me!” with a pride that’d make your heart swell.

The best part? Luffy would constantly invite you to tag along on whatever wild journey or ridiculous stunt he’s about to pull. There’d be no hesitation; it’d be, “Hey! Let’s go on an adventure!” as if going on an impromptu quest was as simple as taking a stroll to the market. It’s almost like Luffy has this unspoken rule: every exciting, crazy, fun thing has to be experienced with you.

From treasure hunts that end up in unexpected fights with sea kings to races through bustling ports (where he definitely has no idea where he’s running but is laughing the whole time), Luffy wants you there, right in the middle of it all. You’d probably sigh at the thought of jumping headfirst into another unpredictable situation, but Luffy’s enthusiasm is like a gravitational pull—it’s impossible to resist.

And thank goodness for that, because your timid self wouldn’t stand a chance at taking the lead in any of these wild endeavors. Luckily, Luffy’s the type to charge forward, dragging you along by the hand with zero doubts and zero plans. He makes all the decisions for both of you, which, sure, sometimes means ending up lost on an island full of very angry, very large monkeys because, “They looked friendly!”

You’d feel a mix of exasperation and endearment at his antics. He doesn’t realize it, but his willingness to be the fearless leader—even if his plans are sometimes made with the strategic prowess of a rubber chicken—takes the pressure off you. You don’t have to stress over decisions or worry about whether you’re doing the right thing, because Luffy’s already ten steps ahead (probably literally sprinting) and dragging you along with a confidence that borders on reckless.

And honestly? That’s part of the charm. His “plans” might be half-baked and a little foolish, but he makes up for it by being completely and unapologetically himself.

You’d find yourself smiling more than you ever expected, getting swept up in the whirlwind that is Luffy, and realizing that being with him means never feeling alone, even if you’re quiet or shy.

His laughter, his outbursts, and his impulsive decisions would all become things you cherish, because with him leading the way, life feels a little less scary and a lot more exciting.

ACE

Ace is all warmth and energy, like a bonfire on a chilly night, and he’d go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable in his presence. Despite his natural tendency for excitement and spontaneity, he’d be mindful of your shyness, making a conscious effort to dial down the volume when needed.

You’d catch him lowering his voice a bit, softening his laughter, or even sitting a little closer with a reassuring grin. His laid-back nature would do wonders for your anxiety, melting it away bit by bit like ice under the sun. He’d take a more casual, playful approach when he’s with you, balancing his liveliness with a kind of gentle attentiveness that makes your heart feel at ease.

Ace has a knack for starting conversations, even if the topic is completely random. He’d sense your hesitance and jump in without skipping a beat. “Did I ever tell you about the time I tried to cook for the crew and accidentally set a whole forest on fire?” he’d start, eyes twinkling as he watches your reaction.

His stories are always ridiculous—stories of clumsy mishaps, epic pranks gone wrong, or that one time he fell asleep mid-battle. You’d find yourself laughing in spite of yourself, the tension in your shoulders easing as you realize he’s making himself the butt of the joke, just to make you feel more at ease. He’d keep talking until he sees that spark of amusement in your eyes, and then keep going, his smile growing wider every time you giggle.

And Ace’s teasing? Oh, he’d be a master of that fine line between making you laugh and making you blush. He’d lean in, smirking just enough to be charming, and say, “What’s this? A smile? I knew it was in there somewhere.” His playful comments would come with a wink and a laugh, just enough to make your face warm, but never enough to make you feel like you’re being put on the spot.

If he ever saw you growing quiet or noticed that hint of panic in your eyes, he’d immediately back off, switching to a softer tone and throwing in a quick “I’m just messing with ya” followed by that disarming grin of his.

Ace would be incredibly in tune with your reactions, watching for the tiniest signs that you’re feeling overwhelmed. The moment he picks up on it, he’d change gears—maybe suggesting a quiet spot on deck where you could sit together and watch the stars, or offering to take a walk to get some fresh air. He’d brush off the seriousness with a light, “Hey, it’s just us. No pressure, alright?” The way he says it makes you feel safe, like it’s just you and him against the world, no expectations or worries allowed.

Ace is the definition of a warm hug in human form, so being a tactile person comes naturally to him. But when it comes to you, he’d show an impressive amount of restraint—not an easy feat for someone who’d usually throw an arm around a friend without thinking twice. Well, you’re not just his friend but his lover, obviously—but what I’m getting at us that he’s a pretty affectionate guy.

He’d start small, easing you into it with light touches: a friendly pat on the shoulder when you share a joke, a playful ruffle of your hair that would leave you smiling and maybe a little flustered. You’d catch the subtle glances he’d shoot you afterward, as if he’s silently checking, Was that okay? Did that make you uncomfortable? It’s endearing how he’s so in tune with your comfort level, his natural affection turned into a gentle dance of patience and care.

As time went on and your confidence around him grew, Ace would start to introduce more meaningful touches. He’d sneak in side hugs when you’re sitting together, leaning into you with that easygoing smile of his that made your heart race. And when the day finally came that you leaned into him on your own, whether it was out of exhaustion or just because you felt safe, the soft, proud look on his face would be priceless.

Ace would make a big deal out of it in the quietest way possible, his hand finding yours in a reassuring squeeze as if to say, Hey, look at you, being brave. Eventually, he’d graduate to full-on snuggling when you were comfortable, and the first time he wrapped you in his arms and pulled you close, you’d know just how deeply he cared.

And when social situations become too much—because let’s face it, Ace has a lot of friends and a magnetic personality that draws people in—he’d be the first to notice if you’re starting to feel overwhelmed.

In those moments, he’d spring into action without making it obvious. He’d tell a ridiculously over-the-top story, one that would steal the spotlight from everyone else and have the whole room’s attention fixed on him, leaving you a moment to breathe.

Ace would always throw himself into being the distraction, whether it meant cracking jokes or reenacting a failed stunt that ended with him pretending to trip over his own feet. He’d shoot you a quick wink in the middle of it, as if to say, See? I’ve got you.

It’s not that he wanted to be the center of attention—okay, maybe a little, but only when it’s for you.

He’d take on the role of court jester, chaos-maker, or even reluctant hero if it meant taking the pressure off you for a while. If anyone questioned it, he’d brush it off with a laugh and a shrug, all while keeping an eye on you to make sure you were okay.

And if things really got too much, Ace wouldn’t hesitate to steer you away from the noise altogether, leaning in close and saying, “Let’s get outta here for a bit, yeah?” He’d lead you somewhere quieter, a hand on your arm or fingers interlaced with yours, the simple touch grounding you as you walked.

You’d both end up somewhere peaceful, maybe under the stars or by a flickering campfire, where he’d wrap an arm around your shoulder and say, “You don’t have to explain. Just take your time.” And you would, with the steady thump of his heartbeat right next to yours, knowing he’d take on the world just to make sure you felt comfortable and safe.

Ace would be your number one cheerleader, hyped beyond belief over every little victory you achieved. You managed to say something in a group conversation? He’d beam at you like you just solved world peace. “Look at you go! You’re amazing!” he’d shout, probably a bit louder than necessary, with that signature grin that lights up his entire face.

If you reached out to touch his arm or, heaven forbid, initiated a hug, there’d be a solid five minutes of him staring at you in delighted disbelief before breaking out into an excited, “Did you just—? You did! You did!”

What you might not notice is that whenever you step even half a toe out of your comfort zone, Ace is in the background punching the air with all the subtlety of an over-caffeinated kid at a birthday party.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a tiny thing, like making eye contact with someone new, or a big step like saying a few words in front of the crew—Ace is celebrating it like you just discovered the One Piece itself.

He might look a bit unhinged to anyone passing by, but he’s never cared about that. You’re his person, and your wins are his wins. He’s just out here being the proudest guy alive, punching invisible foes and mouthing, That’s my partner!

And the way he looks at you? It’s like you’re the most priceless treasure in the world, and not just in the fleeting, pirate-wants-your-gold way. No, Ace’s gaze is full of warmth and genuine awe, the kind that makes you feel like you’re wrapped in a blanket of sunshine.

When you speak, whether it’s a confident statement or a hesitant mumble, Ace is all ears. His eyes would fix on you with this almost comically serious expression, nodding along like you’re revealing some ancient, life-altering secret.

You could point to the sky and say, “That’s the sky,” and he’d respond with a deep, earnest nod and a wide grin, “Exactly! I love that you noticed!” The rest of the crew might shake their heads and mutter things like, “Here they go again,” but Ace doesn’t care. If it matters to you, it matters to him—simple as that.

It doesn’t matter how mundane your observation is or how shyly you say it; to Ace, every word is golden. He’d hang on every syllable as if you were weaving a tale worthy of a bard’s song. You’d catch him repeating things you said back to you later, just to show he’d remembered, saying things like, “Oh yeah, like you said the other day, the sky really was a perfect blue.”

It’s almost ridiculous, but that’s Ace—he’d make you feel like every tiny thing you did was extraordinary, because in his eyes, it truly is.

SABO

Sabo is the calm breeze compared to the whirlwinds that are Luffy and Ace, which makes him the perfect blend of approachable and comforting.

With his natural ease and warm, diplomatic demeanor, you’d find yourself feeling more at peace around him sooner than you’d expect. Sabo’s the kind of person who could have a conversation with anyone, but when he’s with you, you’d feel like you’re the only one in the world that matters.

He’s just got this knack for making everything feel safe, like he’s a sturdy anchor in a storm. If you ever started to feel overwhelmed, Sabo would be the first to notice, with a quiet attentiveness that doesn’t scream I’m watching you but more like I’m here if you need me.

He’d be a master of subtlety, paying close attention to what made you nervous and what helped you open up, all without making it seem like he was analyzing you. You’d catch him making mental notes when you shifted uncomfortably or lit up at something specific. He’s probably like, “Write that down, write that down!” in his head.

And he’d use those observations to make your interactions more comfortable. If he noticed that certain topics or big crowds made you anxious, he’d steer conversations towards lighter things or find a reason to take a quiet walk somewhere less crowded.

Sabo would never rush you into sharing more than you were ready for. He understands that trust is built slowly, like adding logs to a fire, not dumping gasoline on it and hoping for the best.

Sabo would show his affection in the most considerate ways, taking into account what you’d find comforting rather than overwhelming. That being said, grand and dramatic gestures aren’t his style when it comes to you; he’d save those for his other acts of rebellion.

With you, he’d stick to smaller, more intimate actions. He’d brush his fingers across yours before holding your hand, always making sure it was welcome. He’d lean in a little closer when you’re talking, eyes fixed on you with that soft, attentive gaze of his that makes you feel like you have all the time in the world.

There’d be moments when he’d reach out with a light touch on your arm, or just the simple press of his shoulder against yours when you sat side by side, enough to let you know he was there but never too much to make you uncomfortable.

It’s like he has a sixth sense for what was just the right amount of closeness. And if you ever looked unsure or nervous, Sabo’s eyes would catch yours, full of warmth and encouragement, like he was silently saying, Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.

The patience he’d show would be unmatched; you could almost hear him mentally cheering you on even if you were just picking your words slowly or taking a deep breath before saying something important.

And the way he’d support you? Subtle but powerful. If you ever found yourself second-guessing or fumbling, he’d quietly step in to help redirect the conversation or offer a reassuring comment. “I think that’s a great point,” he’d say with genuine enthusiasm, giving you that extra boost of confidence.

And when you’d catch him watching you speak, the look in his eyes would always be one of admiration—never judgment, never pressure, just pure, patient support. And whether it’s a simple chat or a quiet walk together, Sabo’s presence would be your reminder that you’re valued, seen, and cherished, just as you are.

When it came to conversations, Sabo would be your guy for deep, meaningful talks, but with a healthy dose of humor to keep things light. He’d pick the coziest, quietest corner on the ship or at a café, leaning in with a thoughtful smile and saying, “Alright, you ready to hear some top-secret stories about Ace and Luffy’s greatest flops?” And he’d be off, recounting tales of Luffy trying to eat something he really, really shouldn’t have or Ace’s legendary nap times that ended in near-disaster.

His stories are designed not just to make you laugh, but to remind you that even these larger-than-life brothers were and still are total dorks sometimes. And before you know it, you’re easing into sharing a few of your own stories, prompted by his gentle encouragement and the safety his presence provided.

If there was ever a moment where you hinted at wanting to join in on an activity or step outside your comfort zone, Sabo would light up like someone just told him there was free cake on deck. But instead of jumping up and down and looking crazy, Sabo’s celebration would be the dignified, internal kind.

Picture a boardroom in his mind filled with 10 tiny Sabos all jumping out of their chairs, high-fiving each other, and throwing confetti in the air. On the outside, he’d just offer you that calm, reassuring grin and a simple, “You’ve got this. And if not, we’ll laugh about it later, yeah?”

He’d be your biggest silent cheerleader, always ready with a patient hand to guide you or a subtle nudge if you needed it. If you wanted to join in on a game or join a conversation but hesitated, Sabo would seamlessly include you, making it feel natural and not like he was pointing out your shyness.

He’d say things like, “Hey, I think Y/N would be perfect for this—what do you think?” and then shoot you a wink that says, See? Not so bad, right? And when you took that first step, whether it was a comment or a hesitant laugh at a joke, Sabo’s inner cheering squad would be losing their collective minds.

So while Ace might be punching the air and Luffy would probably shout, “You did it!” at full volume, Sabo would play it cool—at least on the outside. But don’t be fooled. The minute he see’s you trying something new or making a move outside your comfort zone, those 10 tiny Sabos in his head would be throwing a full-on carnival, complete with fireworks and dancing.

And he’d just keep giving you that look that said, You’re amazing, and I’m so proud of you. Because to him, you’re always worth celebrating, no matter what.

If there’s one thing Sabo doesn’t tolerate, it’s someone messing with the people he cares about. So if he spotted you feeling uncomfortable or noticed someone trying to be intimidating, he’d swoop in with the subtlety of a master diplomat. Sabo wouldn’t make a scene, but instead, he’d redirect the situation like an absolute pro.

Maybe he’d throw out a well-timed joke, ask a question that shifts the focus, or suddenly develop an urgent need for your opinion on something random, like, “Hey, didn’t you say you know a lot about… apples?” The offender would be left blinking, and you’d find yourself in a new conversation before you even realized what happened. Crisis averted, all thanks to Sabo’s suave social maneuvering.

And then there’s Sabo’s sweeter side—his covert operation of affection. He knows that grand, dramatic proclamations can sometimes make you want to dive head-first into the nearest bush, so he’s perfected the art of subtle, heartfelt gestures.

He’d leave little handwritten notes tucked in places he knows you’ll find, maybe in your favorite book or slipped under your plate at breakfast. Each note would be filled with the kind of genuine, thoughtful words that would make your heart do an embarrassing little flip. They’d say things like, I know you’re stronger than you think, and I can’t wait for the world to see it, too, or The stars were beautiful last night, but not as much as seeing you smile today.

And don’t even get started on the letters. Oh, the letters. Sabo would write you these intricate, beautifully crafted notes that read like they came straight from the heart of a poet who’s just returned from a victorious battle.

He could have just finished a day of intense Revolutionary Army missions, covered in dust and exhaustion, but you’d still get a note that starts with, Hey, you. I’m thinking about you, and ends with some metaphor about how your presence makes the world brighter, even when he’s knee-deep in chaos.

You’d find trinkets, too—maybe a small charm he found that reminded him of you or a pressed flower from somewhere he thought was pretty. It’s the little things that would make your day and remind you that, no matter what chaos he’s wrapped up in with the Revolutionary Army, you’re always on his mind. And when you’d look up at him, cheeks flushed from finding yet another one of his notes or small gifts, Sabo would just grin that charming, lopsided grin and say, “Did you find it? Good. I meant every word.”

He’s protective, thoughtful, and romantic in a way that feels like it’s tailored just for you. And even if he’s balancing the weight of revolutions and strategic plans, Sabo makes sure you know that you’re not just part of his life—you’re the best part.

[helluvapoison]

Could I get Adam, Lute and Lucifer and how they 'court' the reader? Like how birds with court each other, little gifts, wing 'dances', nesting, etc...

Also, could I be your 🐌 anon? <3<3<3

Birds of a Feather

Adam, Lute and Lucifer courting you

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˚✧₊⁎ Adam ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Peacocking has nothing on The First Man

• His personality is amped up to the highest level when he sees you walk in a room

• (Overcompensation for how fucking nervous you make him)

• Adam gets cocky when he knows he has your attention

• Tossing grapes high in the air and catching them in his mouth, bragging louder than usual about something or the other

• Heaven forbid you laugh at any of his antics, (His smirk is dangerous, “Oh you like that?”) he’ll start singling you out in front of everyone, calling your name before he acts up

• Performances include inviting you to watch his band play and miraculously getting more energy

• Casually tosses guitar picks in your direction— and when he finds out you kept one!? He’s over the moon

• He won’t go out of his way to get you food but he’ll order you something if he goes somewhere

• Adam hates nesting. He doesn’t like being stressed in general and nesting is really fucking stressful!

• The very fact seeing you pricks the urge in him to nest drives him insane

• (AKA, he likes you a lot more than he thought he did!)

• Seeing you in his space does something he doesn’t particularly hate though

• “It’s whatever if you don’t like it.” Adam shrugs

• “No, I think it looks nice! Very you. Tell me about these pictures?”

• He’s fucking done for

˚✧₊⁎ Lute ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Like they have a mind of their own, her wings stretch out and audibly fluff up when she makes eye contact with you

• Mortifying is an understatement

• She picks out trinkets to give to you at first, something small that could be waved off as insignificant

• Later, when Lute realizes her affections are returned, she brings useful offerings or something you offhandedly mentioned needing

• She wishes she could tell you about the exterminations solely to brag

• See how fierce she is, how skilled she is, how good of a protector she could be for you

• Lute will ask you to arm wrestle as a compromise. She gets to hold you hand and show off her strength!

• Nesting was fine, it was the judgment part that drove her up a wall

• Watching your eyes roam over her apartment, deciding whether or not it was good enough for you? Gah!

• “What, uh—“ Lute clears her throat, she’ll hate herself for even asking later, “What do you think?”

• You smile knowingly, something else that makes her absolutely mad, “It’s perfect.”

• Lute beams with pride like she’s won a great victory

˚✧₊⁎ Lucifer ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Never before has he felt the need to actually flaunt.. anything?

• With you it hits him like a fucking train and it’s even harder to supress it

• He’s Lucifer! That’s supposed to be self explanatory, that’s supposed to be enough

• Suddenly he’s checking every mirror on his way to you, making sure he looks better than he feels

• He tries to find other ways to steal your attention or show that he would be a worthy partner

• …But showing off his wings couldn’t hurt, right? He has six after all. If you needed to get to the other side of town he’d be more than happy to fly you over!

• Nothings too good for you! If Lucifer thinks you’ll want or like something, he’s buying it!

• Did you notice he can make things too? He’ll make you something— or fix something for you!

• Quick, break that so he can show you he can fix it!

• Lucifer pulls all the stops trying to prove himself, nesting is no exception… he’s just not great at it

• He starts! However a little after beginning he realizes just how big his mansion is and gets overwhelmed so he closes all the doors and focuses his energy on the only room that matters; his

• “I mainly stay in here,” Lucifer explains while squishing a duck in his fist, watching you explore his room, “I cleaned it up for you! N-Not for you, not for that— I mean not that I’m opposed! I just meant so that you could, uh, see?”

• “I see why you like it, I’d never wanna leave.”

• You’re gonna kill him saying shit like that

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╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ 🐌 CAN I GIVE YOU A KITH BECAUSE THIS WAS SO FUN!!!!!

[angelicdanvers]

THE CLEARING | luke castellan.

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader prompt: “i could admire you all day.” by @normal-internet-user

summary: a sweet moment in the clearing of pearls. takes place before tlt. wc: 1.2k

a/n: i'm back in my luke castellan phase and this time, unapologetically :') ik ik, he's the enemy. totally :D i haven't written in so long, i really hope you guys enjoy this! i eventually will make a collection of these on my wattpad (of the same username). have a great day/night! <3

camp half-blood was just as rhythmic as any other day. the campers were up and running, tending to chores or activities, chiron was introducing some new campers, mr. d had his legs hitched up on the table and was slumbering.

and yet — somehow — something still felt off to y/n. she couldn’t put her finger on it. for a child of ares, she was undeniably observant of her surroundings, ready to feed a punch, but she didn’t see nor feel anyone around. 

often times, she realized it was her subconscious warning her of her siblings’ antics. despite coming off as a cold hearted bitch, y/n was quite the opposite and everyone in camp knew. whether they experienced her dual sidedness face to face, they heard of it and believed it. it wasn’t common for all the ares children, even clarisse, to like one person, sibling, mutually. yet y/n was that sibling.

she didn’t mind it. the eighteen year old was one of the oldest and made it her duty to keep everyone in check, even if that meant going against her easy way out — anger. her siblings often appreciated that despite not showing it, but sometimes clarisse had a lot to say.

this definitely wasn’t one of those times, though.

clarisse had just come by and helped y/n braid two of their younger sisters’ hair, the two chatting normally and without any apparent trouble.

then what in the world kept nagging her?

she kept sensing an odd aura around camp. maybe it was the gods’ doing. maybe.

sighing, she sat on the cabin floor, watching as the last of her brothers walked out. she began tying her laces, fixing the tongue on her boots. her instincts picked up as she heard soft crunches from the side of the cabin. grabbing her sword, she walked out diligently, observing the area around her and positioning the sword towards the crunches. she carefully examined the reflection, absolutely no sight of anyone. stiff, she shrugged off her unease, heading down the paths and to her clearing.

the clearing had a waterfall cascading at the heart, a sparkling little pool in the centre. for nine in the morning, the earth was still dewy and the crisp scent of the woodlands surrounded her senses.

inhaling deeply, y/n stepped towards her favourite boulder and slid her shirt off. one by one, she stripped down until she was in her bikini, and fixed her locks to be appropriate for swimming. once ready, she slowly dipped her foot in, the coolness of the water pulsing through her body and sending a jolt within her. 

a mere moment later, y/n was wading in the water, beginning to take laps around the pool. she always had a surge of energy in water that always made her wonder if she was actually poseidon’s daughter — of course, she wasn’t, but maybe she had to thank him for her love of water. maybe. maybe it was just her and the gods really didn't impact her.

submerging underneath, the girl opened her eyes and scanned the bottom. on her lucky days, she’d find little pearls the nymphs would leave behind. she'd have to personally thank them one day. her growing collection was all towards making special beads for campers who’d been there for a significant amount of time, symbolizing their individuality. she was thinking of giving annabeth and luke one to add to their necklaces before all else.

squinting, y/n saw a shimmering area in the corner. charging towards it, she picked it up and examined it with her hands; the water was getting rather hazy. these pearls were heavier, and with more texture than she’d ever felt.

smiling to herself, she carefully held it within her palms, swimming further up and merging out of water. she felt the sun shining on her, and she braced for the sudden light adjustment.

and then the sun was gone.

her brows furrowed, and y/n cracked open an eye, glancing towards where she felt the sun mere moments ago. instead of trees and simple clouds, she saw a lean figure wearing an orange shirt and khaki cargos, arms folded across their chest. she knew those arms.

“gods, what are you doing here?” y/n questioned, slightly lowering herself into the water and staring at the male before her.

he stifled a chuckle, his signature smirk playing on his lips. “what? can’t a guy be with his girlfriend?”

“luke,” she warned, “didn’t we agree to not be around each other unless we actually had a plan to sneak off?”

the curly haired boy shrugged. “like that’ll stop me.”

“luke, c’mon. if anything, we can’t have anyone find out like this.”

he shook his head, “they won’t know a thing.” he nodded towards annabeth’s cap. 

y/n had to admit, his desperation to be with her in any way was the most adorable and hot thing she’d ever witnessed. “did you at least ask her for it?”

“yes ma’am.”

y/n smiled toothily, wading towards the edge and climbing out. luke watched her every move, enthralled by her beauty. he wasn’t sure how he even convinced her to go on that first date, considering she had a knee on his chest and a sword to his neck. too bad he’s the best swordsman and pinned her down next. 

how could she say no after that?

she found him quite intriguing as well.

luke followed his girl as she went over to the boulder, grabbing her towel and gently drying herself off. he headed up behind her, taking the towel from her arms and drying her back off for her. 

“that still hasn’t healed,” he noted, tracing the scar on her shoulder blade. y/n’s body melted at his touch, and the chills she felt were replaced with flames. 

“yeah,” she whispered as luke softly turned her around, wrapping the towel around her body. he brought her body closer to his, putting his index to her chin and tilting her head up.

“you know, i could admire you all day.”

“and why is that?”

he laughed, “with that sexy soul and sweet hobby of collecting pearls, how could i not?”

y/n felt her cheeks grow hot, a soft grin making its way to her face. “i could say the same, pretty boy.”

"who are you giving those pearls to?"

"if i said who, wouldn't the surprise be ruined?" she quirked, tilting her head to the side a little. "eh, word on the street keeps mentioning the best swordsman."

luke smirked, satisfied with her answer, his black hair gleaming in the sly sunlight. y/n cupped the left side of his face, tracing her fingers on the scar to his right. their eyes couldn’t leave one another’s, an enigmatic energy floating amongst them.

“i want to kiss you,” luke’s voice was lower than before, his grip tightening around her waist.

“do it,” y/n mustered up, fluster traversing through every bone in her body. 

without second thought, luke pressed the girl against his body, capturing her lips. y/n’s fingers trailed to his hair, tugging at the curls as their lips intwined passionately.

the teenagers yearned for each other, their love enveloping around them as they remained  in their locked position. luke’s lips were as light as a feather but had a hold on y/n that she was sure no other could.

breathless, the two pulled away for a moment before luke pulled her in again for a quick, feverish kiss. “i love you,” he rasped, staring deep into her riveting eyes.

“i love you, luke.”

their admiration could only grow from there. 

or so they thought.

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 10

Added dividers because I felt like the time skip/scene change would become confusing without any indication of it.

I really need an answer on how y'all feel about Immortal x Dupli-kate cuz depending on the popular opinion stuff will change 🤐 I'm willing to split a lot of people up for the drama and/or miscommunication nonsense

Enjoy!

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Some place where the supernatural meets the normal, a little place called The Oblivion Bar, John Constantine simply sat shocked at the words he managed to hear and process through his mushed brain. Bobo closes his hung jaw, drinks his whiskey, and pats his friend’s shoulder as the man mumbles a sobering spell, cringing at the effects. “I should go. Good luck, John.” And so, the chimpanzee quickly makes his exit, leaving the Laughing Magician and Death of the Endless to their business.

“I need you to walk me through this again, luv- wasn’t quite paying attention.” Constantine shook his head as he fully turned to face the smiling entity. “You and who did what?!” He hissed, voice barely above a whisper as he tried not to bring attention to what they were saying. This was bad. Really bad.

“Lady Gotham and I took a liking to Batman’s youngest daughter and-“ John quickly interrupted her. “And gave her magical powers beyond my comprehension and immortality- yes, I heard that, did you?!” The man rubbed his face, the thought was making him want to get drunk until he dropped. ”Have you gone mad? Giving a mortal immortality is more of Dream’s style you should know better-“

Death only smiled at him, amusement filling her eyes as she gently laid a hand on his shoulder making him tense up. “She was lonely, she deserves every happiness those powers and eternity are bound to give her. You’ll understand once you see her.” And boy, did John laugh his gut out at that as he shook his finger. “No- no, no, no- there’s no way I insert myself into that mess- Bat’s family is already a mess and reeks of you without magic- No- There’s no way- that’s bonkers-“

Death gets up with a bright smile. “Thank you, John.” Her words make him stutter almost choking on his breath at the audacity. “Don’t thank me ya loon! I’m not going to help her, I’m not even going to see the moppet!” He can only yell and cuss as she leaves.

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 “Alright, Cecil-“ The old man immediately interrupted you, the little communication device in your ear buzzing with life as he told you to not use names. “… Dude… I’m miles in the air, first of all! Second, that was like a really common name once. it’ll take a while to find you specifically, and I doubt anyone could anyway- you seem like the type that would erase himself from the gov’s documents.”

“Anyway-“ You didn’t give him time to say anything else. “What house am I supposed to go to again? And why?”

The old man sighs at your antics, rubbing the side of his forehead as he feels the headache coming while he gives the address once more. “Your brother’s teacher, Mr. Hiles, has been the mall bomber. It took us a while, he was smart about it, kept his search into biological bomb-making off the internet but he wasn’t that thorough about his paper trail.”

“Be prepared for anything and a confrontation.” The older man cleared his throat. You always made him nervous; you were an unexpected equation in everything, something he couldn’t control without risking Earth. Donald and everyone else just took his weariness and suspicion as him being overly cautious, but Cecil could tell something was clinging to you that just gave him nightmares.

“And thank you- usually I would have sent someone from the Teen Team but…uh-“ His eyes followed the action on another screen. “They’re busy. Your brother and father are helping them.”

“You’re nervous. Yapping again. Chill, I’ll take care of it. Just because I don’t want to be your little puppet doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep people safe.” You found the man irritating, but for now, he was being sane, actually doing his job, so you couldn’t complain. “Getting closer to the target. Going dark.”  Was the only warning the man got before the com was powered off.

Finally ready to land you politely greeted the man, walking through the training both Cecil and Nolan provided at the start of your vigilantism. “I didn’t expect to get caught quite this early, and I certainly expected… more conventional authorities when the time did come.” Professor Hiles just sighs and welcomes you in by your birth name. “How did you-“

“Are you kidding me? Mark is unable to shut up about you. And you forget to wear your hood more times than you do wear it.” The man said as he took off his sweater. “Follow me, I’ll show you to the fourth missing student. I assure you, I have no intention of resisting.” Well… This was easier than expected.

As he started to confess about how he started doing this, he led you to his basement. “Mr. Hiles, while I understand the loss of a child to suicide, a divorce, and the loss of a job ruined you until you hit rock bottom, avenging your son like this-“

“I’m not avenging the death of my son. That would be far too cliché.” Your eyes landed on the teen strapped to the table once he turned on the light, breath hitching as you saw the skin of his arms merging sloppily with the metallic torso the professor modified. “It’s the destruction of my life that has me seeking revenge.”

“The domino effect of pain and sorrow that these monsters create. Children who spend too much time at the mall, attend parties, consume alcohol, and play sports when they should be studying and doing homework.”

“I understand your ire, I’m not one for parties or drunks, but not all kids who do that stuff go to extremes, that’s a flawed logic- it does not give you the right to play god and do-“ You tried to placate him, keeping your tone soft and even, to try and make him see reason. “What I did to all of them, turning them into living bombs, an instrument with which to exact my revenge… my crusade to end the pain and sorrow by these- ‘popular’ kids… I feel no guilt for.”

“I can’t think of a more appropriate end to my crusade-” Mr. Hiles ripped open the shirt he was wearing, revealing the same mechanism the unconscious teen had. “-than the death of a superhero!” You quickly acted, not letting him talk more beyond that as the timer set to 50 seconds started trickling down while you grabbed him, breaking through his ceilings and roof and flying high in the air.

“Is this really how you want to die? Suicide bomb? You still can make this right- you don’t have to die like this just tell me how to deactivate it!“ Your eyes remained on the clock. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen. The man just chuckled a dry, humorless laugh. “Do it. There is nothing for me anymore.” Five, four, three.

You couldn’t tell if what you felt was sorrow or shame, but you knew you were defeated. The man was going to get one final death, but it won’t be yours. As your flight came to a stop well above the clouds, you threw the man higher in front of you as the clock struck one second, and as it hit zero, the bomb detonated, the range and heat of the explosion destroying any remains while pushing you back a bit.

Your eyes remained on the cloud of smoke it created. If the cops found him before you did, the bomb would have wiped out the neighbors, too. That’s what hero life was, what it is. Sacrifices left and right that only made you feel more at odds with this job than before.

As you went back to the house, you activated the com, putting it back into your ear. Cecil immediately informs you that the police are en route as well as his clean-up team. “Get an explosive ordnance disposal technician, too. There is a teen in the basement, the bomb doesn’t seem active yet, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. I’ll send a report of what happened soon.” You stayed until Cecil’s people showed up, just to be sure the boy was still breathing and that the bomb wouldn’t activate.

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Helping Brit and the other heroes clean up the rubble from the alien attack helped keep your mind off things. The Brit enjoyed talking about his kid and wife, yapping until he needed to take a breath and then starting again keeping a smile on your face.

You enjoyed helping clean up, especially when there were no casualties, today wasn't that type of day. But it had become the easy, relaxing part of the job, pick big rubble up, place it into the waste trucks, pick another piece up, make sure to not hit the man in the trench coat, put it in the waste- wait…

Your head snaps back to the man, squinting as your eyes meet. You each take a second to take each other in before your eyes widen in surprise. “Hello, luv. I’m-“ You couldn’t help your excitement as recognition finally settled into your brain. “I know you-“ Your words made John cringe and tense up. When others said that it never ended well for him. “You’re Johnny Con-Job, the lead singer for Mucous Membrane, dude, your band got me into the punk culture.”

That… wasn’t what he expected. He wasn’t sure if he should be proud of that or fight back the mental breakdown that was creeping up his spine. “You’re a bit young for that slop, no?” You just shrug. “Your songs got me to finally put myself first, to get the courage to sneak out, see other stuff beyond the walls of my first house, help others, and leave my neglectful family before they could seriously hurt me.” Her words worried him. John never took Bruce as the “lock his kids up” type, but the man was as paranoid as they came, he wouldn’t put that above him.

“It may be slop and shitty vocals, but it’s what I needed to hear.” You teased him while putting the rubble in the waste collector. He watched as you approached him with a soft smile and sparkling eyes. He could see what Death meant. “I need to talk to you. I’m not quite sure about what luv, but I think it’s about Batman-“ He didn’t get to finish, as soon as the name left his mouth, he was grabbed by the throat and lifted well above the clouds, way too close to the ozone layer. “Did he send you?” you hissed, giving his neck a warning squeeze.

Yup. He definitely saw what Death meant as your eyes glowed a Lazarus green. “Nno-“ He choked out. “Did Bruce Wayne send you?” her question was met with the same answer. Your grip softened, grabbing him by his coat instead of his neck as you brought him closer. “Then why are you here?”

“We need to talk in private…” He whispered as he realized the situation.

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This was a whole mess that John Constantine knew he should have stayed out of- he knew! From Bruce to the whole family basically ignoring the kid, not even telling her about the vigilantism, to the rogues taking her in and doing a better job of raising her to her running away and getting adopted by another hero- a hero that John knew wanted to conquer the world, the whole fucking race wanted to, the fucking demons had a problem with that and wouldn’t stop complaining to him like he can fix it- he takes a deep breath in. “Why are you telling me all of this?” He whined, rubbing his face as he sat on the edge of some skyscraper with you.

“I’m not hiding my past, I’ll happily snitch and tell a reporter that Bruce Wayne is a shit father, they all just assume I’m Nolan’s actual kid that was in the hospital for a deadly something or whatever.” You shrug. “Please don’t- not because I care about the bellend- I just don’t want to deal with… Huh. Now that I’m thinking about it, that may be great blackmail.” His words only made you snicker.

He didn��t know where to begin. Did she know about the Viltrumite? Was she in cahoots with him? Should he tell her any of that? Would she even believe his ass? Maybe he should get the JL involved...

The scruffy man shook his head. “Not why I’m here. You said your hero name is Sorceress? Great, so you know you have magic powers, that makes it easy-“ John took in your shocked expression. Of course, it wasn’t that easy, it never could be. “If this was another world, I’d call you crazy.” You told him simply. “But Midnight City is cursed, and I guess that makes sense… Is that why I can hear the shadows speak?”

John nodded before doing a double take, asking you to elaborate on the shadows speaking part.  “They just speak, whisper, giggle the whole thing. They can also emit what they feel. They’ve always been present, they’re not as strong here, but I think that’s because they’re more tied to Gotham and Midnight City… or just- where there is more darkness.”

“Well, you’re not far off there, love.” The man nodded in agreement as his eyes drifted to the dark dome around the cursed city. He knew where to start. “This is going to be a long explanation, you better strap in, hen, and let me finish before you ask questions.”

“You remember the painting and murals you made of gods and other entities, demons, angels, the whole sort, in Gotham and here? Yeah, they brought the attention to you from the entities you drew. Some of the moppets took them as a higher form of offering than others, a few of them decided to stick around you.”

“Those have also decided to- ‘bless’ you with a few gifts, I’m not sure of all of them, but I know specifically that Lady Gotham offered the shadows as a companion and protector, and I know that Death of the Endless has blessed you with… well, immortality.” There was no way of walking around that fact. “I don’t remember if any of these two also gave you your powers, I was quite sloshed, but someone did.” John looked at the kit, taking in her shocked expression before he nudged you a bit. “Come on, kid, say something. You got me all worried here.”

“It’s all just- a bit much.” You mumble. “Yeah, I get it. A lot for you to shoulder, but I’m sure you’ll power through- oh, thanks love… Wha- How-“ John’s eyes moved from the beer in his hands to the energy can you were looking at. You just shrug. "I wanted to know if I could, thought…” You narrow your eyes at the can in your hands. “I’m not sure if this is made out of thin air or just- teleported or something.”

Constantine just slowly looks back at his beer mug… She was taking this better than most. He hoped it was because the shock hadn’t worn off yet. Well, he’s had worse things in his mouth, he's sure, so with a shrug, he takes a sip, humming with delight at the taste, muttering something about this being real beer. “You’re here to help me, right? Like- with my powers… I- I think I need help with this whole worshipping gods and demons- entities- thing, too.”

He knew the easy way out would be to say no, to just leave, she had done just fine without him… But that isn’t what came out of his mouth. “Sure, poppet. Just keep on giving me this fine beer.” Given his track record with people and magic, he shouldn’t feel this accomplished at your happiness, but he was always quite selfish, so he returned your hug, even if he was a bit stiff.

“Now- usually the normal thing is to go from small stuff to big, teach the basics, but I’m not one for rules. Have you ever wanted to teleport via portals?” The big mischievous smile you gave him was all the answer he needed.

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You came home at the same time as Nolan and Mark, everyone’s first stop after greeting Debbie was their bedrooms to refresh themselves before going back to the dining area. “I’m going to be honest, Nolan, the longer hair and full beard fit you better than the silly mustache. Right, mom?” You couldn’t help the teasing as the whole family ate. Debbie looked at Nolan with a scrutinizing eye, before sighing and giving an amused smile. “I’ll definitely miss the beard.”

Mark snorted at the teasing as Nolan pouted, brows furrowing. “It’s not silly- it’s a rite of passage into manhood by the Viltrumite culture-“ you couldn’t help but interrupt. “It’s still a silly-looking mustache. What does the Viltrumite rite of passage for women look like?”

Nolan’s momentary displeasure at the mustache comment was overlooked as the inquiry about the Viltrumite women was brought forth. “Huh… I’m not sure, I never really paid attention to that. I think some cut their hair.” A puff of air escaped you in amusement before deciding to tease him some more. “Well, you clearly weren’t planning for a daughter that’s sure.”

Debbie just took in the chatter. She enjoyed the easy atmosphere, the laughter of her kids. “So, how was everyone’s day?” She asks once the chatter stops. “Oh, I met the Teen Team and helped them with the Flaxan attack, dad got kidnapped by them while I was trying to gather up survivors, made friends with Atom Eve, and met an alien called Allen who apparently got the wrong planet.” Mark shrugged.

“I spent the last eight months enslaved by an army from an alternative dimension, although it seems much less time has passed here. About a week ago, I led a revolt against my captors and regained control of my powers. Today, a team of scientists from the rebellion found a way to get me home.” Nolan lied as easily as he breathed.

“One of Mark’s teachers was turning his classmates into organic bombs in order to take revenge on kids he felt were like the ones who led his son to commit suicide. He turned himself into a bomb also and tried to take me out with him but clearly, it didn’t work in his favor. Helped clean up after the Flaxan mess, and met the lead singer of Mucous Membrane who apparently is a mage. He was here on behalf of Death herself to help me and tell me that my powers aren’t because I’m a meta, they’re magic. Oh, and also, I’m allegedly immortal.” You took a sip of water. “Lex also wants to know if anyone would be interested in attending one of his rich folk parties.”

At the quietness of the room, you lifted your eyes from your plate to look at everyone’s shocked glance. “What?” you ask with a mouth full of food.

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That night, the teens wanted to sleep with their parents, both needing reassurance. Debbie and Mark were already gone, sleeping deep and peacefully. “Dad… You awake?” your question was whispered as your head lay on Deborah's shoulder. He answered with a warm hand squeezing your shoulder and a quiet hum. “...How do you move past people you can’t save or the people we have to sacrifice?”

Nolan wasn’t sure how to answer that, he’d never felt anything for the people he couldn’t save. He knew that if he had to save earth’s people or his kids and wife… Well… Earth can be populated again. “You look at the people who you did save. We can’t always save everyone, that’s the sad reality. It’s… painful. But it’s a truth all heroes have to come to terms with. Even I can’t save everyone.” Nolan wrapped his arms around his girls and son tighter, pulling everyone closer. “If all you could save was a person, you still did everything you could. If you couldn’t save anyone, you just have to keep your head high and try again.”

You snuggled closer into your mom, feeling her arm instinctively wrap around you as you draped yours over her and Nolan’s stomach, your fingers laying on Mark’s wrist. The sad reality of being a hero...

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Juno in the

Juno persona chart

Juno asteroid (3). Represents the way that you act in the relationship, how you behave and act around your significant other. It also tells you the nature of the relationship in general. This only applies to the Juno persona chart.

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In the signs & degrees

🎂 Aries (°1, °13°25)

You will be very direct in your relationship, likely taking the leadership role or just being protective of your relationship in general. There is this young love sort of feel with your partner where you show your love by cranking them a middle finger now and then lmao. Either that or there is this childishness about you that really shines with them. Being carefree, passionate and honest. Though, physical affection is also a strong suit in your relationship. With the degrees specifically, there may be this fast paced aspect to your relationship as well i.eeverything progresses really quickly.

🎂 Taurus (°2,°14°26)

Your relationship may feel very natural. Almost as if you've known each other for years before getting together. They are someone you can let your guard down to, feel at home with. You will be more relaxed in your relationship, when you're with them you know it's not going to be a rough week after all even if you have much to do. Your relationship is very supportive, and nurturing. You and your partner may always have each other's back. It's likely that family members will be very close to your relationship as well i.s everyone knows each other & gets along easily. Your relationship is also very stable & secure.

🎂 Gemini (°3,°15,°27)

You will have a lot of fun in your relationship. Your partner is the type to give you butterflies in your stomach every time you're with them. You are both rather flirty & talkative in your relationship. You could act like the dorkiest or all dorks laughing at each other's antics. Being around them makes you feel very comfortable, but also makes a part of you feel more playful & teasing. You will talk a lot and move around a lot with them in your relationship.

🎂 Cancer (°4,°16,°28)

This is the passenger princess placement. The one looking up to their partner to both give and receive attention. In this relationship, you will find that you tend to cling on to your partner quite often. Something feels immediately comfortable, and it's almost like you're able to put your trust in them completely. There is a tendency to be dependent on your partner, but only because you feel safe. Though if other aspects point to a more obsessive relationship, then it could be that you'll be very codependent.

Ex: Nancy Spungen has Juno in cancer (°29 leo), in the 7th house in her JPC. Her relationship with Sid was very codependent. Both of them were very much obsessed with one another. Clingy, petty, toxic and stuck in that tunnel vision they call love. Their lives started revolving around each other, from the moment they met until the very end.

🎂 Leo (°5,°17,°29)

This is a very flamboyant placement. Both of you are very proud of the realationship, but at the same time very protective of it. You will be very obsessed with each other to the point that everything you do may seem to revolve around your partner. Passionate, loyal & devoted to one another. In the 29th degree, usually it's the couple that go everywhere together i.e spotted everywhere. There is this sense of pride that comes with being your partner's significant other no matter who they are. Your partner makes you feel seen, but there's also the need to be adored, and almost worshipped by them at times. Being with them makes you feel alive, more than anything else in the world.

🎂 Virgo (°6,°18)

There may be something rather "controlling" about your relationship. You will be doing a lot for the sake of your relationship and may find yourself nitpicking what should & should not be done (which to some partners can seem rather selfish) but it's not necessarily that way. What is certain is that you will be the one taking responsibility over a lot of things in the relationship, being the head of operations wanting everything to be "perfect". This also means that you will be heavily devoted to your relationship and partner. They seem to occupy a large portion of your mind & life once you get into a relationship. Suddenly, you make everything revolve around them.

Ex: Ariana Grande & Michael Jackson both have Juno in Virgo and some of their noticeable traits in both their marriages were control issues. Whether it'd be caring too much or too little.

🎂 Libra (°7,°19)

In this relationship, you are loyal, romantic, diplomatic. In a way, you will treat them as an equal. Someone you work with but at the same time are head over heels for. It also means you'll be sticking together quite often especially during the early stages of your relationship but it can develop years after as well (the working together part). You are deeply romantic, and would bend over backwards for your person but that's only because you know your partner would do the same & that the relationship is worth it. Almost always points to working with/for them as well. Especially if it's sitting in the 7th house.

Ex: Jungkook has Juno in the 1st house, in Libra (°9 Sagittarius). He will adapt a more independent approach to his relationship. It's the type of relationship where you are able to be with someone who truly understands you, being your best friend, your partner in crime but at the same time, you're able to stand by your individuality.In a way, he will act as a guide or mentor but at the same time learn a lot from his partner. Very romantic, but there isn't this theme of drowning in the relationship. Both are able to swim independently, but being together just feels right. The relationship will likely boost his career somewhere down the line. He may have a tendency to stick to his partner quite often though (possessive/protective). Perhaps he'll be showing her the ropes in the industry? We'll see.

🎂 Scorpio (°8,°20)

This relationship will bring out the best & worst qualities between you. You specifically. There is a lot of attraction, love and devotion for your person but that also comes with possessiveness, obsession & toxicity when not handled properly. The erotic nature of the relationship keeps you hooked & addicted, and you will both feel like you were always meant to be. That you can do anything for them, and that nothing is impossible beside them.

🎂 Sagittarius (°9,°21)

Here, you are understanding, wise, fun & functional in the relationship. There is this clear mindset of " we are one in the same", meaning nobody is truly perceived as more important than the other. You act as a guide; giving out advice and reassurance to your partner & at the same time they also provide that same service to you. You can get pretty philosophical in the relationship as well. This is one of those " we're best friends but we're dating" type of placements. You feel that your partner just gets you. Here, growth is able to thrive in the relationship. Your relationship will also serve as a leverage for you to get to a higher position in life whether mentally or materially. You both also might travel very often together or to each other.

🎂 Capricorn (°10,°22)

You are both likely devoted, serious, stable, and act as the rock or foundation to the connection. This relationship will urge you to be more mature & responsible. You will have to take on some sort of responsibility when you get into a relationship with them; taking something more seriously. Dealing with bigger cards than you've previously dealt with.

In the 22nd degree specifically, your relationship will likely be life-changing to you; they may change the course of your future. You'll likely see this placement in the charts of people who say that their partner is their knight in shining armour, though it could also mean changing your life for the worst.

Ex: Beyonce' has Juno (°22 Capricorn) in Scorpio 9th house. Her relationship with Jay-Z blew her career sky high. She wasn't just Beyoncé from Destiny's Child anymore. She was THE Beyoncé. It seems like all the puzzle pieces just fell in place.

I have Juno in Aquarius (°22 Capricorn) in the 5th house. Which likely means my relationship with my FS will bring me out of my comfort zone; to actually do the things I've always wanted artistically & be more experimental/ weird. Working with him on whatever wacko idea that hits me. Both of us will be very focused on art, expression & success. Doing something new.

Elizabeth Taylor also has Juno at 22 degrees in leo in the 8th house (conjuncting Jupiter at 22). Her marriages & multiple husbands have impacted her life drastically, highlighting her scandals within the industry. Untill now, everyone refers to her as the real life Evelyn Hugo.

🎂 Aquarius (°11,°23)

You are able to be yourself in this relationship. It's almost as if you've found someone who values you for who you are, being in this environment allows you to be as weird & as goofy as you want to. Understanding that both of you are multifaceted individuals. You are able to stand on your own, respectful of each other's individuality while still being together. This is a strong best friend placement. There is always this sense of excitement when you're with them. You may also adopt a nontraditional relationship. This relationship will likely bring a lot of excitement and change into your life, this is one of those "shining star that crashed into my life" placements.

🎂Pisces (°12,°24)

Your relationship is enchanting. A safe space, devoted, calm, connected, and most of all emotional. You may prefer to be very private about your relationship. There's this divine feeling when you're around them like suddenly the world seems just a little brighter & your day wasn't so bad after all. There is definitely a tendency to overindulge in each other's presence, hyping each other up even if they are wrong. Though there could also be this distance that you feel around them or this underlying fear of losing them.

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🍨 First house

In this relationship you are stable, self driven, independent & protective. Both you and your partner will be each other's Akane & Ranma i.e Taki and Mitsuha. What I mean by that is there's this playful banter that exists in your relationship. With both of you having your nose in the air, facing opposite directions when really you're flirting. You are very protective of your partner & your relationship. You love playing slightly hard to get when you're with them or vice versa. You are both very real with each other.

🍨 Second house

You get very romantic around your partner maybe a little shy as well lmao. There is this sense of belonging to one another. Both of you may be very focused on money or your possessions i.e being financially independent. However, you may like to spoil each other as well. You may be a little greedy with them and jealousy may be prominent but it's not as intense as if it were in the 8th house. You may work to earn money with them whether together or separately, but money will be a key factor in your relationship. Both of you have a stable and generous relationship. You may love being spoiled as well.

🍨 Third house

You may feel or act like siblings to some degree. By that I mean both of you feel like you've lived with each other your whole lives to the point where nothing is "embarrassing" to you. You'll also be more talkative in the relationship. Best friends with similar likes and dislikes, you may adopt a lot of your partner's habits or traits as well.

🍨 Fourth house

You may be somewhat reliant on each other at times, being each other's sense of security and stability. If anything goes wrong within the relationship it may feel like your whole world is falling apart. You are very devoted, you're focus in the relationship will always be around stability, trust and comfort. Being parents may be a huge aspect of your life. You'll likely see this in charts of couples who are very close to their children.

🍨 Fifth house

Your relationship will be fun, entertaining, and at the same time devoted. You will be able to express yourself more, and perhaps ignite your passions whether from the perspective of your inner child or your adult self. You are able to express your creativity, sexuality and childish nature more around your partner. You adopt a more extroverted personality around your partner even if you are an introvert.

🍨 Sixth house

You may have to put a lot of effort into this relationship. What I mean is that here, you always make the effort into making them a part of your daily routine, whether it means moving in together pretty quickly or calling them everyday. You will be very immersed into each other's daily lives; although it seems rather mundane this is usually a telltale sign of an honest, stable relationship. Where both parties show their effort into showing care & interest into each other no matter how " basic".

🍨 Seventh house

Romantic, and loyal. There's likely this professional tone in your relationship i.e you'll likely be working with or for them too but this is not the only indicator for that. There is the codependency that may arise, like not being able to do something without their partner's opinion or involvement for. Your relationship is also a direct influence to your other relationships as well.

Ex: Nancy Spungen sort of became Sid's agent after a while getting him performance gigs. She was always seen with Sid & even went on tours with him and his band (which wasn't something his band mates were fond of)

🍨 Eighth house

There is this deep obsession you feel with your partner. A part of you may feel like you can never be away from them. It Could develop into something volatile, dependant, and toxic depending on your state of maturity. But no matter what your state of mind may be, this relationship is intense and will drag out fears and past traumas. Whether you become a union that nobody will get but yourselves. Sex, devotion & possessions play an important role to the both of you.

🍨 Ninth house

You act as the leader, or the guide or guru in your relationship. The person that your partner comes to for advice and long talks. You'll likely find yourself being the boss. However, this also means that your partner is a substantial element to your future growth, whether career wise or through evolving your mentality. This is one of those " we grow together" & "go big or go home" placements to me. You both are your biggest supporters and motivators. There could be an age gap involved, but not necessarily. Though, there could be a power imbalance at first as well.

Ex: My mother has JPC Juno in the 9th house in Scorpio. My father always comes to her for advice but sometimes it comes off very pressuring. Wanting to get the "right" answer (my dad has a Virgo moon in the 9th house btw & an 8th house Stellium in leo 💀) They have a 5 year age gap

Again, Beyoncé has this placement, with Jay-Z being her "guide". They have a 12 year age gap.

🍨 Tenth house

You may feel like this relationship is a lot of work i.e added responsibility as you may have to take on a lot of added commitments when you do get with them. You will be more motivated to reach your goals or ambition. You'll feel more secure, and more "seen" around your partner. Your relationship may be somewhat practical or work centric as well. You may enjoy public displays of affection quite often.

🍨 Eleventh house

You are able to be whoever you want with your person. Keeping them and yourself on their/your toes, constantly trying something new together and seeing where your ideas take you. You are able to see each other's perspectives how you want to be seen; it seems that around your partner you have 20/20 vision. Seeing through their grandiose, and somewhat odd antics & vice versa.

🍨 Twelfth house

There is a strong spiritual, almost fantasy-like quality here. Your relationship is private, and by that I mean both of you may desire constant solitude or privacy regardless of the type of relationship you may have. You are in love, and that's all you need to know. You're not trying to be someone you're not, and both of you are able to tune into each other's emotional state and perspectives easily. Being with them feels freeing, like you've finally found someone who loves the same thing you do. This is one of those "true love" placements. If aspected poorly however, there can be manipulation and addictions involved. However, certain karma may be attached as well. In some cases that leads to break-ups & inconsistency.

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Pretty Girl

Summary: After months of teasing and playful banter, Eddie Munson finally reveals his true feelings for the reader. What starts as typical teasing with his affectionate nickname, “pretty girl,” soon turns into something much deeper. Everything gets revealed on New Year’s Eve.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Author’s Note: I wanted to thank you guys for the love by publishing a story connecting with New Year’s Eve in a way. Also, the last phrase had me thinking about High School Musical (if you know, you know).

It was just another regular day at Family Video, the hum of the fluorescent lights and the smell of popcorn from the break room filling the space. You were shelving some newly returned movies when you heard the door’s familiar jingle. You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was.

Eddie Munson.

You had worked here for months, and every time Eddie came in, it was the same routine. He’d walk in with his usual dramatic flair—his leather jacket hanging loosely around his shoulders, his wild hair a little more out of place than usual—and head straight for the counter, grinning like he had a secret.

You didn’t mind, though. Eddie was a good friend, and you’d grown used to his antics. That’s why you couldn’t help but smirk when he called out to you across the store.

“Hey, pretty girl!” His voice rang through the aisles as he casually walked toward you, his eyes locking with yours.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile. “Hey, Munson,” you called back, continuing your work. “What’s the deal? Come to rent the latest slasher flick again?”

Eddie leaned against the counter, his eyes not leaving you for a second. “Nah, I’m here for more than just the movies.” He gave a little wink. “But I’ll take something to pass the time.”

You raised an eyebrow, holding back a chuckle. “You’re always here for something else,” you teased, your voice light. “Got any new drama to share?”

Eddie pushed himself off the counter and walked over to one of the shelves, pretending to browse the titles, though you could tell he wasn’t really looking for anything. “Just the usual chaos. You know, the kind that makes life a lot more interesting.”

His tone was playful, but there was a hint of something else in his voice. Something softer. You caught it but brushed it off. It was Eddie, after all—always a little too loud, always joking, always teasing.

He paused in front of a horror movie box, turning to face you, a grin on his face. “By the way, you look extra cute today. What’s the occasion?”

You froze, your fingers momentarily pausing in the middle of organizing. “What, now you’re complimenting me?” you asked, your tone light but trying to cover up the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

Eddie just leaned in a little, his voice quieter, his eyes softer than before. “I mean it, pretty girl. You always look good, but today… damn, you’re really shining.”

You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your cheeks, and you quickly shifted the conversation. “Just doing my job, Eddie,” you said, shuffling some DVDs around to distract yourself.

Eddie chuckled, walking away to grab a movie. “Whatever you say, pretty girl.” He shot you one last grin before heading to the counter to check out.

Steve and Robin, who were manning the counter together, exchanged a knowing glance as Eddie left. You could tell they were waiting for you to say something, but you just shrugged it off.

“Don’t even start,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Steve leaned on the counter, his smirk not even trying to hide itself. “What’s up with him calling you that? He never calls anyone ‘pretty girl.’”

Robin chimed in, her voice teasing. “Yeah, what’s going on? Is there something you two aren’t telling us?”

You could feel your cheeks burning, but you laughed it off. “It’s nothing. It’s just Eddie being Eddie. He calls everyone weird pet names. He’s harmless, trust me.”

Steve didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t press the issue. Robin, however, was eyeing you carefully, clearly still a little skeptical.

“Whatever you say,” she said, but there was an underlying tone of curiosity in her voice.

The next day at school, you tried to shake off the awkwardness from last night. But it didn’t help that every time you saw Eddie, your heart skipped a beat. As you walked through the halls of Hawkins High, you heard that familiar voice call your name.

“Hey, pretty girl!”

You turned around, and there he was again—Eddie, standing a few feet away, leaning against the lockers with that same devil-may-care grin on his face. Your stomach flipped.

“Can’t you just call me my name like a normal person?” you joked, trying to mask the warmth creeping up your neck.

Eddie laughed, pushing off the lockers and walking toward you, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. “Where’s the fun in that?” His voice was light and teasing, but you noticed the slight softness in his expression as he reached you.

“You doing anything fun after school?” he asked casually, his gaze lingering on you a little longer than usual.

You shrugged, trying to ignore the way your heart was beating faster than usual. “I don’t know. Probably just hang out, catch up on homework.” You tried to keep your tone casual, but something in Eddie’s smile made you feel like he could see right through you.

He took a step closer, his grin widening. “Well, I was thinking of hitting up the arcade with the gang later. You should come.”

You hesitated, a part of you wanting to brush it off, but another part of you—one that you tried to ignore—wanted to say yes.

“Maybe,” you said with a shrug. “I’ll think about it.”

Eddie’s grin softened, and he leaned down a little, his voice lowering. “Alright, pretty girl. Just know the invitation’s always open.”

That night, the gang—Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Erica, Steve, Robin, Eddie, and you—were all at the arcade, the familiar noise of flashing lights and game sounds filling the air. You were having fun, laughing with everyone, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that Eddie was paying a little extra attention to you. He kept leaning in close, making sure his hand brushed against yours when he passed you the soda, shooting you that same playful grin.

“Hey, pretty girl, you wanna go for the high score on this one?” Eddie called over to you as he stepped up to the pinball machine, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes, a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. “You know I’ll beat you, right?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “We’ll see about that.”

You were starting to feel the weight of those words. The teasing, the smiles, the way he would call you “pretty girl” so casually—it wasn’t just joking anymore. You could tell he meant it, but you still weren’t sure what that meant.

Just before midnight, everyone gathered at the Wheeler’s house to get ready for the New Year. Music was playing, everyone chatting about the year gone by, but your mind kept drifting back to Eddie. He was sitting next to you, his knee brushing against yours, his usual teasing smile softened into something warmer.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Eddie murmured quietly, his voice low and almost shy as he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “May I have a kiss?”

Your heart stopped. You froze, unsure of how to respond. This wasn’t like the usual teasing. This wasn’t just Eddie being Eddie. There was sincerity in his voice, a softness that you couldn’t ignore.

You swallowed hard, your nerves kicking into high gear. “I thought you were just messing with me,” you whispered, your voice shaky.

Eddie smiled gently, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “I’m not. I’ve meant it for a while now.”

Your breath hitched as the realization sank in. All those times he had called you “pretty girl,” the teasing, the little moments of closeness—it wasn’t just a joke. Eddie had been serious, and you had missed it.

Without saying another word, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss, the world around you fading away.

The kiss had left you breathless, your heart racing as you pulled away, trying to comprehend the sudden shift in everything. Eddie’s gaze never left you, his expression soft and filled with that same warmth you hadn’t noticed before. His hand, still lingering near your cheek, brushed your hair back as though it were a natural thing to do. But the world around you felt like it had gone still, leaving just the two of you in this quiet, suspended moment.

“Pretty girl,” Eddie whispered again, his voice a little more hushed now. “I’ve been waiting to do that for so long.”

You blinked, trying to find the words to respond, but they got stuck in your throat.

You felt a gentle pressure on your hand as Eddie, sensing your hesitation, took your fingers in his, his grip firm but not forceful. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, a silent reassurance.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked softly, his eyes searching yours, as though he were afraid that maybe he’d made a mistake.

You nodded slowly, still processing everything. 

Before you could speak, the sound of voices from the rest of the group interrupted, pulling you both back to the present. The kids were huddled together near the TV, Steve and Robin not far off, watching the countdown to the new year.

“Well, looks like everyone’s about to make their New Year’s resolutions,” you said with a small smile, trying to shift your focus. But Eddie’s gaze didn’t leave yours.

“Pretty girl,” he murmured again, his voice filled with affection, “you’ve already got me making my resolution. Just you.”

You chuckled, feeling the warmth spread through you again. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”

Eddie grinned, leaning in just a bit closer, his lips brushing your ear. “Hopelessly in love with you, pretty girl.”

Your heart skipped at the words, but before you could respond, the countdown began, and everyone around you started to cheer. The noise around you rose as the ball dropped, the sound of “Happy New Year!” ringing in your ears.

“Three… two… one!”

And just as the clock struck midnight, you found yourself pulled into another kiss—this time, longer, more confident, and filled with something deeper than just the spark of the new year. You could feel Eddie’s heart beating against yours, his hand resting gently on your waist as you kissed him back, your nerves dissipating with every passing second.

When you pulled back, your foreheads touched, both of you breathing heavily from the kiss, but smiling widely. “Happy New Year, pretty girl,” Eddie whispered, his voice low and filled with meaning.

“I love you too. Happy New Year, Eddie,” you replied softly, the words carrying a weight you hadn’t expected, a promise that maybe this was more than just a new year—it was the start of something new.

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Hello!! Could I please request zoro head cannons. This is a fluff prompt. Basically after the straw hats liberate yet another country and have their celebration on the sunny, zoro snatches the reader and throws them over one shoulder while he has a barrel of booze on the other. Someone asks him “aren’t you going to eat” and he says something like “I got what I need” before going to the crows nest with his partner. I wonder how zoro would show his affection when liquored up and away from nosy eyes (sanji probably sets some food aside because it would be a cold day in hell before his crewmates go hungry)

alone with you

zoro x reader. FLUFF.

TAGS: alcohol, of course. zoro likes to pretend he's a tough bitch but he loves cuddles and kisses.

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NOTES--I love zoro. I see him as the kind of dude to pretend he's super stoic in front of others, but once he's alone with his partner will be quite cuddly. for this request I went more on the properly headcanons direction, hope you like the result!

Zoro has been staring at you since everyone reunited at the ship. Sitting across from you, taking gulp after gulp of his sake, he’s not letting you ignore him. No matter how hard you try. You can’t even meet his gaze, afraid that the simmering fire in his eyes will reflect your own need to be alone with him.

And then everyone would find out that there’s something more going on between the two of you.

He does not have the same concern. That much becomes evident when he abruptly stands up and strides toward you. He ignores the crew’s complaints as he moves anything and anyone out of his way. Complaints that fall silent as confused and shocked eyes—and one pair of knowing ones—watch him carelessly pick you up and throw him over his shoulders.

Stunned silence hangs in the air, before wolf whistles and laughter break it unceremoniously. Your friends are not deterred by the groan you let out, nor by the murderous glare you throw their way. 

“Wait, dinner’s almost ready!” Sanji yells as he steps onto the deck, lured out of the kitchen by the chaos unfolding.

“Don’t care. Got everything I need here.” As if to emphasize his words, Zoro shifts the weight of the barrel he’s holding in one arm, and pats your ass with his free hand.

You think you hear Sanji complain and threaten to let you starve later, but that’s quickly pushed out of your mind as Zoro begins climbing up towards the crow’s nest. He’s completely oblivious to how dangerous it is, while all you can think about is the very precarious position you’re in.

A few torturous moments later, he sets you down on the floor and you finally open your eyes. “Finally we’re a–” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by your fists on his chest as you accuse him of nearly killing you.

Usually, Zoro would let you carry on with your antics and tease you once you get bored of them. Tonight, however, he’s feeling quite impatient. He’s been waiting for ages (a few minutes) to be alone with you while everyone else hogged your attention (spent time with you in a group setting). He was hoping to sneak away after dinner when everybody was too full of food and alcohol to notice—and he usually would’ve done just that. You know that, know tonight feels different for some reason, so you don’t really complain when he shuts you up with a kiss, hands holding your wrists to stop you.

You let him pull you to his favourite spot in the crow’s nest, follow suit as he plops down on the floor. He’s a lot more affectionate when he’s drunk, not holding himself back from what he actually wants.

His head is immediately on your shoulder, and whenever he’s not filling his cup with the barrel he brought, he’s nuzzling against you and muttering how warm you are. Every other minute he’ll look up at you with puppy eyes and –ask for– demand a kiss.

“I want a kiss,” he’ll mutter with a pout (which he later denies was a pout), and you think it’s the cutest thing to ever happen to you.

Eventually he gets you to sit between his legs, your back pressed snuggly against his chest. He wraps his arms around your body and pulls you impossibly closer. He all but wraps himself entirely around you, pressing lazy kisses on your back. His fingers trace shapes on your thighs, random things at first, but then you think he might be spelling something—he’s spelling “I love you” because no amount of booze can get him to say it out loud yet. So, for now, he’ll settle for spelling it on your skin and trusting you understand it.

You’ll stay like that until your stomach growls embarrassingly loud.

“Let’s see if the shitty cook made good on his threat.”

He did not, to nobody’s surprise. Regardless of how many times he threatens to do so, Sanji never lets you go hungry.

When the two of you get to the kitchen, there’s food waiting for you. You take the plates and sit on the deck, traces of the crew’s celebration all over the floor. You sit and look at the stars, and Zoro surprises you with an incredible amount of knowledge on stars and constellations.

(He read books about it just so he could tell you all these interesting facts about the night sky because he likes seeing the impressed look in your eyes whenever he does something cool.)

After eating, he’ll suggest going back to the crow’s nest just so you can keep cuddling and maybe, if all goes according to his plan, you’ll fall asleep like that—holding each other close, with your head on his chest and your legs intertwined.

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﹒⌗﹒scream ⸝⸝

synopsis :: with people dying every here and there, you never expected that you were the next victim, or that your (almost) murderer was so cute

info :: wlw, f reader, use of yn but it's written in second pov (you), mentions of murderers and threats (like cutting or killing someone) not proofread, if there's anything else please tell me!

Minjeong was the usual nerdy, shy girl that barely anyone knew something about her. Only her group friend that had other three girls talked to her.

Though, she had always caught your attention for some reason.

Being popular and maintaining a persona wasn't the easiest task in the world, especially when you didn't want people to hate you for being the usual mean girl. Which meant you often got remembered as the nice girl who didn't had beef with anyone.

Oh if only they knew how much you hated those people, and that stupid school, and the teachers-

You know what I mean.

But who cares. As long as you kept with the nice girl facade, no one would even bat an eye on how you actually felt.

Everyone was dumb enough to believe in your act anyway. Everyone but Minjeong.

The girl that had something in her that made you wanna know more about her was the only one who wasn't fooled by you and your antics.

Not that you knew that of course. And it didn't help how whenever you tried to say a 'Good morning, Minjeong!' she would just roll her eyes or straight up ignore you. Seriously, what's her problem? And why do you feel the need to get closer to her?

Today, you heard one of your "friends" talk about the new victim. A lot of people have been dying lately, but no one knew why or who was doing this. All they knew, was that they used that ugly mask.

But you didn't wanna think about it. It was way too dark and depressing to talk about those murders, so you opted in pretending you were absolutely clueless about it!

“Have you seen? They made a new victim!”

“Don't say this near yn, she's sensitive..”

“Oh yeah, my bad.”

And that's how your days went, smiling and faking innocence, just wanting to get through high school already.

But Minjeong had other plans.

-

“Hm? Oh, yeah, hahaha. I'll try to not forget about it next time, sorry.”

“You're so careless yn! But it's alright, until next week.”

Finally. You felt so tired.

You were supposed to go out with your friends tonight, but you had no interest in doing so, preferring to just be in the comfort of your home.

But of course they needed a good excuse for you to not go, otherwise they might've showed up in your door forcing you to go with them. Thankfully that's not a problem.

Grabbing the popcorn from the microwave, you opened the window to breath some fresh air, before quickly making your way to the living room.

You sat down on the couch, getting ready to watch a random horror movie. The perfect way to spend a night alone!

Before you could even focus back on the movie playing, someone called you again. Huh? Was your excuse not good enough?

Whatever, just answer it and say you're sick or something.

“Hey, sorry I couldn't go, really-”

“Hello, yn.”

...

What.

Who was this?

How did they know your name?

And what kind of weird voice does this person has?

“Who are you?!” – you tried to not sound too scared while also keeping that mask on. Maybe it was just a prank, it didn't hurt to be safe.

You swear you heard a very quick laugh from the phone, but tried not to think too much about it.

“I just wanna talk to you.”

“Why? Who are you?”

“it's not important. Do you want to play a game with me?”

Okay now that was just weird. You didn't know who this person was, and now they're asking for you to play a game with them.

But something told you, maybe, just maybe it's one of your friends, pranking you. Who knows?

So, you decided to go with the worst option you had.

“What game?”

You tried to do your best sweet voice so maybe the person on the other side of the line would have some kind of mercy on your person.

“A game of questions. I'll just ask you a few things and you answer me honestly, hm? How about that?”

You should just hang up. This is stupid. Probably one of those weirdos from school that hate you for no reason trying to spook you.

... But for some reason you didn't.

“Okay.” – another laugh came from the phone, making you slightly shiver.

“Good choice.”

You anxiously waited on the couch, looking around the living room to find some comfort in the familiarity of your own home.

“Do you like horror movies?”

What an odd question.

“Yeah, I do. Why?”

“Hmm.. What's your favorite horror movie, then?”

“I don't know, I guess slashers? Any kind of slasher as long as it's alright enough it's good for me.”

There was silence for a moment, as if the person on the phone with you was thinking about your answer.

A satisfied hum came from them, and soon spoke up.

“Do you like people dying?”

What. How did we go from movies to this.

“Wh.. What? Of course not. What kind of question is that?”

“Answer the question yn.”

This was the breaking point for you. This was starting to get out of hand, and you were not going to talk with this weird person anymore.

Without thinking twice you hang up, trying to understand what the fuck had just happened.

But before you could get back to your senses and pay attention to the long forgotten movie again, your phone started to ring.

Your hands were trembling, but you hesitantly picked up the call.

“You know it's very rude to hang up in the middle of a conversation?”

There it was, that stupid voice that was making you more nervous than you wanted.

“What do you want?!”

You tried your best to avoid showing how nervous you felt right now, but everything was thrown out of the window when you heard those damn words.

“I want you to just stay right where you are in your living room. Is that 'Stab'?"

What. The. Fuck.

How did they know that? Wait, were they watching you? Oh no. Oh no no no. This wasn't happening.

You quickly closed the curtains in the room, making sure to lock the front door while still holding your phone, and that's when you heard them laughing.

Not chuckling, not giggling, full on laughing.

“You think that's going to help you? You should stop worrying about being friendly to everyone and start worrying about your windows.”

Oh fuck. The kitchen.

Without giving a damn about staying the in living room, you ran to the kitchen and – oh there it was. The open window.

But there was nothing wrong with your kitchen. At least you couldn't see anything.

You slowly went back to the living room, phone in your hand, looking around nervously. You didn't know what to think or to expect right now.

What wasn't on your list was to hear the same voice from your phone right behind you, in your ear.

“You gotta learn to be more careful, ynnie.”

Your surcival instincts kicked in, and you almost turned around. Almost. If it wasn't for the feeling of a knife right against the back of your neck.

“Ah, ah, ah. Don't move..”

There wasn't a single word that could describe the mix of emotions currently inside you.

But the main would definitely be fear.

Is this where your life ends? You never did anything wrong to deserve this! Maybe you did lie every here and there, but come on, who's really 100% honest?

Suddenly you got snapped out of your thoughts by the person – that you could now see the ghostface costume they're wearing – pushing you against a wall, turning you around to face them.

“I like this expression on you better than that fucking stupid persona you have.”

If it was under any other circumstances, you'd have defended yourself. But the knife was still there.

“Everyone else might be dumb enough to believe in those lies you tell everyone, but I'm not. And I don't like liars.”

As they spoke, they slowly got closer. And closer. Until your nose was almost touching the mask on their face.

It was terrifying. But oddly thrilling.

Before you could say something, the masked person suddenly took off the scary mask and –

Wait, what.

“Minjeong?!”

“Oh, you know my name?”

The voice that once sounded so weird from how many effects it had, now was just a normal feminine voice. She tried to hold back a smirk, but seeing the shocked expression you were doing was just too good.

“What-.. Why are you..”

She just held the knife closer to your neck, making you instantly shut up and swallow down any words you had in your tongue.

“Shut up. You're so infuriating. Always having that dumb face on while pretending all the time. It's so annoying.”

Minjeong looked at you, her eyes travelling through your whole figure with annoyance, mixed with something you couldn't exactly put a finger at yet.

“And still.. You still managed to catch my attention. I wish I could just rip this pretty face of yours..”

You almost flinched when she said that. Who wouldn't? Especially with how the knife was almost cutting your neck. And then Minjeong retracted the knife back with a sigh.

“But I can't bring myself to.”

There were zero and a million thoughts in your head at the same time. Minjeong is absolutely crazy, that's for sure. But the angry face she had was so, so cute.

And that thought alone was enough to make you even crazier than her.

“.. You want to kill me because you have a crush on me?”

“Shut up, that's not what I said.”

You really wanted to believe that when Minjeong put that knife on your neck again she wanted to kill you. You really did.

Yet it was so hard to when her cheeks were clearly red despite the lack of light in the room – except for the tv that was still on.

“Why don't you shut me up?”

“I'm going to cut your voice chords off.”

That was so stupid that you only managed to laugh softly, looking at her differently from how you always had. Now you knew why she caught your attention too.

Minjeong took a few deep breaths, calming herself down and then looked at you with a more neutral, yet soft expression on her face.

She got closer to your face, her warm breath against your cheeks giving you a feeling you never thought you'd feel because of her.

“If you tell anyone about me I promise to kill you and everyone in that school.”

“Will I get more late night visits if I keep my mouth shut?”

“Fuck you.”

She almost spat when saying this, but from how quickly Minjeong turned around to hide her face you guessed she was blushing again.

And she definitely was.

Minjeong took a step back and finally took the knife away – which was still scarying you a bit – and gave you a.. A flower? When did she got that? Was it under her costume?

“Here. For you.”

“... You know there are more conventional ways to give someone a flower without threatening to kill them, right?”

She rolled her eyes, holding back the urge to tell you to fuck yourself again. Especially since you were treating this like something completely normal after seeing it was her. Was she not scary enough?

“I'm going.” – you heard Minjeong say, turning around and walking away. But before she stepped away you put a hand on her shoulder, grabbing her attention.

“Wait! Are you going to come back?”

“... Maybe.”

It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no. And that was enough. You just wanted to see Minjeong again without her being the quiet kid from your school, and without pretending.

“Alright. Thank you for the flower Minjeong.”

“Just call me Winter.”

“Huh? Why?”

“It's what my close friends call me.”

You smiled, nodding your head. It was cute she gave you a nickname only her friends knew about.

And with that last interaction, she put on her mask again. You only looked away for two seconds after a loud sound from the tv, and when you looked for Minjeong again, she had disappeared.

Wow. What a night. A good, night.

a/n :: so erm I didn't do my school work but I finished this, so yay?? i hope it's good enough😭

[theartofwoompwoomps]

Oh scrap

Soundwave x human reader

Summary: the decepticons start talking about who’s the hottest one, and agree that an alien could break the tie (aka reader) and without a hesitation they say soundwave, not knowing this guy can hear everything lol

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It had been just a regular day on the nemesis. Cleaning Shockwaves and Knockouts tools, updating some data pads, reporting to Megatron, and hanging out with the minicons.

You started this routine since the day they brought you here. 

Apparently Megatron had heard that the autobots had more moral thanks to the human habitants. Thus he decided to do the same.

And that’s basically how you ended up there. 

Thankfully, you got along with a lot of decepticons, especially those in the higher ranks. Mainly since you were a great escape from gruesome responsibilities of the war. that’s why it’s not surprising that you’ve experienced many interesting conversations with your giant comrades.

Especially after explaining common human entertainment would often lead to a lot of chaos. 

Like today, some cons had started discussing about human attraction standards. 

They found it strange how inconsistent the standards were all over the world. 

Yet somehow this conversation shifted into who was the most attractive decepticon. 

It went from being a simple small conversation to a whole blow out debate. You hadn’t even realized how out of control the whole thing had gotten.

At some point knockout had joined claiming that he was the most eye captivating cybertronian even to the humans. But of course, the lanky drama queen known as Starscream was not letting him have all the glory.

All their squabbling was really starting to get on your nerves. Especially since all the commotion kept shaking the platform you were currently resting on.

And clearly you weren’t the only one annoyed with their antics, since Megatron decided to see what all the ruckus was about. 

Though he clearly wasn’t expecting to have his second in command and the medic start stating the reasons why they were more attractive than the other, then forgetting he was even their in the first place and currently occupy themselves in a fully out cat fight. 

He was honestly tired of this whole situation. The way it had escalated was too far out of control and he needed to end this at once. 

Without hesitation he vented a bit before speaking to make sure to convey his anger.

“enough with this nonsense.” 

Oh scarp, they forgot he was there.

“If you truly want to know who’s the most attractive, why don’t you just ask the human in question?” 

Now all attention was on you.

Before you could even plan an escape Megatron was quick to reach his servers towards you. And Lifted you up to where everyone could see and hear you.

“So tell us, as the only human aboard our ship,” he pulls you closer, “who is the most attractive decepticon?”

Honestly it felt like he was taunting you. Maybe the whole thing was a trap. Did he want you to say his name, somebody else, or no one at all? 

I mean, you clearly couldn’t choose any without causing a ruckus.

But before you could stop your mouth and think your answer through, your default brain was let loose.

“Well there’s only one correct answer to that,”

All of them quietly waiting in anticipation for your response.

“It’s obviously Soundwave, have you even seen the guy? He definitely the hottest.”

What?— the whole place blew up with different reactions. 

Megatron was partially amused but also partially uncomfortable with your response towards his most loyal companion.

Knockout feels completely cheated off and starts claiming the whole thing was rigged. And you don’t even have to look at Starscream to hear his complaints and tantrum saying how soundwave doesn’t even have a sexy voice.

And at that you started defending why you had chosen your crush without letting on that he was your crush and still admiring all his qualities.

But unbeknownst to you, the calm alien was having a hard time keeping his composure. 

He could hear everyone’s thoughts and emotions about the whole ordeal. And even though he couldn’t feel your emotions the same way with cybertronians. 

Your emotions were very clear to him. Big enough for him to understand how you felt about him.

Honestly he was flattered at how he could feel you defending your choice and the whole things was starting to fluster him when you started praising his physique and voice.

Even his own cassettes were starting to wonder what was making their boss aka dad so stiff. 

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[shakingparadigm]

I'm really enjoying these new glimpses of Till where he seems rather calm? Naturally he still has big feelings and expresses them accordingly, but compared to past instances it's a lot less explosive.

Most of Ivan and Till's fights seem to happen when they're younger. This is most likely because they weren't familiar with each other yet and were still at the age where most things were taken at face value. They're still getting used to each other's "strangeness", and that could be the cause for certain misunderstandings.

By the time Ivan started developing his "attractive" persona, he was much more aware of what made Till tick. Instead of toning down on his behavior, he used it to his advantage.

Throughout childhood, all Ivan knew was that if he performed certain actions he would get a response from Till (whether he intended it or not). Their shenanigans were incredibly childish, but they made a prominent impact on Ivan's perspective. His thoughts gradually transitioned from "I didn't know" to "oh. this is what I need to do so that Till will notice me."

Despite maturing a great amount and presenting a princely image to everyone else, Ivan never grew up when it came to Till. He continued to apply the same tactics from childhood just to keep Till's attention.

This is why the Anakt Diaries mention that though Ivan is mature for his age, he acts childishly when he's with Till. It's what he knows best.

As they grew older, they both became more fine-tuned to certain aspects regarding each other. Ivan understood what would get a rise out of Till and began messing with him on purpose, hoping to get a reaction. Unfortunately for him, Till started getting used to it (for the most part).

Despite his rebelliousness and bold expression, Till is timid when it comes to people. He only attacks when provoked, and unfortunately for someone as sensitive as him, that's quite often. Ivan took great joy in poking and prodding at him until they resorted to pulling hairs.

However, an older Till seems much less inclined to attack a pestering Ivan. In fact, he seems to brush it off suprisingly well. Of course he reacts, but he no longer reacts violently.

He goes back to a neutral (probably mildly annoyed, definitely weirded out) state almost immediately afterwards. The important part is that no hands are thrown. At this point, it's been years of Ivan and Till knowing each other. Till has watched Ivan grow from this gloomy little boy to the literal "Prince Charming" of Anakt, yet one thing has always remained the same: Ivan stayed by his side. Whether they like it or not, being close for so long will eventually endear someone to another. Thanks to the Ivan Exposure Therapy (and probably a bit of his own growing maturity), Till isn't so phased by Ivan's antics anymore. At the very least he seems to reply instead of taking full offense, poking fun at Ivan's lack of a birthday instead of just saying no. Older Till seems less irritated and more like he's just exasperated. Familiar, accustomed to Ivan's presence.

@geospiral already made a great post about what Ivan's side of this whole development might have been like. It's really interesting, so I recommend checking it out!

[ang3ltine]

"𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞" 🕸️ - Boyfriend Joaquin torres x Spidey freader

Joaquin crush for you grew stronger after joining the new Avenger's team. When you two start dating in secret, that meant hiding the relationship from everyone. Especially Bucky ✰.ᐟ

a.n - small scenarios of what dating Joaquin would be like | Bucky makes an appearance as reader's mentor/father figure (duh) - he doesn't approve of him dating you but he eventually likes him | Peter Parker is known in this universe!

warnings - cuts/wounds, falcon/bird jokes, sexual tension, hickeys, making out, whiney Joaquin, suggestive themes, and lots of fluff!!

"Now you guys aren't like the original Avengers, but -- that doesn't mean the world doesn't need more heroes. If anything, they need you now more than ever before."

Sam had the difficult task of reassembling the Avengers, along with the help of Bucky. Peter had joined as one of the first members, then came along Joaquin, you and a few others.

The Avengers tower was back in commission thanks to Pepper and she had even let him refurbish the place. That's where you guys were standing, in the living room.

"We can't live up to their legacy. That's too high of a goal for us to reach." You stated with a worried tone while sitting on the bar countertop.

"True... but you guys can make a new one. One that people can aspire to and turn to when needed." Sam then turns his head to Joaquin with a serious look. "Joaquin, I'm counting on you the most."

Joaquin puts his hands up in the air in defence and his lips turn upwards into a grin. "No need to ask me twice."

Heavy footsteps could be heard against the newly polished floor as the person makes their way to the group.

"I'm betting my odds on someone else."

Bucky walks into frame and stands by Sam with his arms crossed. His hair had grown out again and he had his suit on since he had just finished a meeting.

His eyes met with yours giving you a silent message of who he meant.

"Sure thing boss, I won't let you down!" You give him a quick salute with a bright smile. Bucky smiles back in response as he gives you a small nod of acknowledgement.

"So uhm when's the first mission?" Peter pitches in with a hand raised in the air. Sam gives him a stern look, making him shut his mouth in response.

"Training comes first. Then - you guys get your first assignment in a month or so."

"A month?? You're kidding -" Joaquin interjects before you place a hand on your shoulder.

"Joaquin we need the training. We can't just go on a mission without knowing how to work as a team." Joaquin slumps his shoulders and gives you a small nod after patting the top of your hand. "Fine..."

After the brief meeting, the next few weeks were full of training drills almost every day. The team would sometimes complain that Joaquin liked to tease them a lot, especially after Kate joined. She'd pair up with you, and you'd tag team againgst him and Peter.

Your latest mission was chaotic, to say the least. Joaquin was still trying to get used to working as a team since he only worked with you and Sam.

So it was no surprise for you when he flies off by himself.

"Joaquin you can't just go ahead of the team! We have to stick together!" You yell over the comms while you and Peter swing from building to building to catch up.

"Hey, don't worry! I see the idiots running down 10th street." Joaquin replies while flying down to catch them offguard.

"Honestly, I don't know how you have a crush on this guy," Peter says sarcastically while swinging by your side.

"Zip it, Parker," you sighed while shaking your head in amusement. You knew Peter was joking around so you just brush of the comment.

Joaquin is always so optimistic, and he lifts the team's spirit when feeling down. Which was what you all needed, especially after what happened to the original Avenger's team.

For now it was just you three since the others was sent on a mission somewhere else. Also because Sam had enough of your antics back at the tower so it gave him an excuse to kick you all out.

"Guys ...I need some help," you hear Joaquin grunting into his mic, clearly struggling.

"Don't worry we're on our way," you replied while Peter gives you a firm nod before heading over to the location. You spotted him with the other delinquents in the park in the distance, so you and Peter swing in to help.

Peter goes for the two on the left while you get the guy who was trying to run away from the group. You web up his feet and drag him across the floor and hang him from a tree.

"Sorry buddy!" You tutted while bending down to match his level. "Maybe next time, don't steal without considering the consequences."

"Hey I got the others!" Peter shouts while giving you the thumbs up. Joaquin joins him with the other two in his custody.

"Thanks guys," Joaquin manages to say while being slightly out of breath. "Sorry I uh - shouldn't have flown off like that."

"Nah you're good Quin," you quipped as you take down the young teenager from the tree and help him on his feet. "We should take these guys to the nearest police station."

When you guys finally made it back to the tower, the sun had fully set. You and Peter took off your masks while Joaquin trailed behind you.

Peter nudges your shoulder and he nods his head behind you where Joaquin was.

"You think he's upset over the mission? I mean, it was a total success, but he still probably feels bummed out."

You pat Peters shoulder silently and he takes it as his signal to leave you two alone. Before leaving you give him an appreciative smile as he turns to head inside.

Joaquin was sitting on the edge of the Avengers building when you come to join him by his side.

"You wanna talk about it?" You mumbled while swinging your legs and letting your hair flow in the gentle summer breeze. The sun had disappeared from beyond the horizon, revealing a sea of stars above you both.

"I just feel like... sometimes, I mess things up when I let my body think before my brain does." Joaquin replies while he plays leans back little to look at the city skyline.

"Hmm, I'm sure the more you work with us, the more you'll learn how to be part of a team." You replied and slipped your hands into his.

The gesture stuns him a little before giving your hand a light squeeze. He gives you a soft smile before turning his head back towards the stars.

"Sam put us together for a reason Joaquin...you shouldn't doubt yourself so much." From the corner of your eye, you spotted the faint smile slowly creeping up on his lips.

"Are you that happy from a small pep talk?" You laugh softly while he leans on your shoulder.

"Yup, you know you should make your own talk show. Maybe people would actually listen to your advice."

"Wow...that's a great compliment lieutenant Falcon." You mused while wrapping an arm round his shoulder as he bends down to your height.

"Really? Lieutenant falcon?" Joaquin says with pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows, trying to seem unamused. But the ends of his mouth twitching gave him away and he bursts out laughing.

"What? Isn't that who you are now?" You answered back while holding in your own laugh.

Peter and Kate watch the whole ordeal from the hanger.

"They're so obvious it's disgusting," Kate mutters under her breath while Peter nods in agreement.

"You're telling me Steve Rogers... isn't currently on a secret base on the moon?" Joaquin mutters while lying down on the workout bench.

It was just you and Joaquin in the gym since everyone else was out. Peter had gone to meet his friends so he left just a little less than an hour ago after training. While Kate went to go take a shower.

You were looming over him with your arms crossed and a raised brow.

"Do you seriously believe that?"

"I mean it's a great theory," Joaquin shrugs as he moves to sit up properly, his body was sore so he winced slightly while adjusting himself.

"You're silly," you mumbled while trying to fight back a smile.

The relationship you two had was a fine line between friends and more. That meant stealing glances during meetings in the briefing room and hands grazing against each other when passing by.

Not to mention the obvious sexual tension between you both that Peter and Kate had noticed quite recently. That's partially why they excused themselves, thinking it was better to leave them to figure it out.

That's how the current predicament came to be.

Joaquin's arms wrapped around your waist while sitting down and had his face againgst your plush stomach. He had on his dark green slim fit tank top that showed off his biceps and well toned chest.

"Anyone could walk in and see us. You know that, right?" You mumbled while reaching down to run your fingers through his dark curls. It was slightly damp from intense training, but that didn't bother you.

"Who cares..." His voice was muffled when he spoke, making you laugh softly in response. You could tell he was pouting even though you couldn't really see his face. Just his lips jutting out gave you the impression that he was.

"Quin?"

Joaquin smiles at the mention of the nickname but hums in response. "Mm...Yeah?"

"What are we?" you asked quietly, as if it wasn't just the two of you in the room. If your consciousness could speak for you right now, it would tell you not to say anything. But you couldn't help but be curious.

Joaquin peers up at your through his lashes as he rests his chin ontop of your stomach. He had a dazed look to him with the ends of his lips turning into a lazy grin.

"I thought that was obvious."

Your cheeks flushed at what he was insinuating, and if you were being honest, you felt like a fool for asking. Joaquin observed the way you averted your eyes, refusing to look at him. He sighs before standing up to his full height and slips large his hands into yours.

You had bandages wrapped around your fists, which were becoming loose while Joaquin played with them.

The sudden gesture made you flicker your eyes back up at him. His chocolate brown eyes were warm and inviting, with a sense of longing.

He gave your hands a light squeeze for reassurance before moving them up to cup your face. Your breath hitches when he bends down to your height while his hair tickled your nose from a loose curl.

"You know... all the times we hung out together in your room. Playing video games and taking naps together, going out to cafés and the mall. It wasn't just because we're friends?" You whispered while the rough pad of Joaquins thumb ran gently across your cheek. Your skin felt soft and warm underneath his touch since the blood had rushed to the surface.

"Hm...I guess I should've straight out told you then, right? Mi amor?" He drawled as he inches closer towards your lips, his breath was now heavy against yours. His scent flooded your senses, it was a mixture of tang and his natural musk from his skin.

He hesitates before flickering his gaze up to you again.

"You sure you want this? I don't want you to feel - uncomfortable." It sounded like he was concerned, but at the same time, it was masking a teasing tone to his voice.

The intensity of the situation grew thicker as you only grew more frustrated from his teasing. You spotted the glint in his eye as the iconic smirk played across his lips.

"Just shut up and kiss me!"

That's all he needed to hear before enclosing the space between you both. Joaquin traced his thumb across your bottom lip as his body pressed firmly against yours. He'd wanted his mouth on yours for years.

Ever since the day Sam introduced you to him 3 years ago and you two had been best friends for a long time.

Now that it was finally happening, he wanted to savour the moment.

At first, he starts off slow, with the utmost gentleness as he tested the waters. His lips were slightly chapped but nonetheless soft as it practically melts againgst yours in a steady motion.

He groaned against your lips at the taste of your sugary lipbalm. It was grape flavoured, his favourite.

"Taste S'good..." he murmers against your lips before swiping his tongue across your bottom lip to taste more. You whimpered into his mouth while gently abusing the soft muscle.

You reached to the back of his neck where you feel the small baby hairs on the nape. By giving it a small tug, the tall man writhed underneath your touch, only fueling the fire to his desire and deepens the kiss.

Joaquin doesn't break the kiss as he gently presses you against the wall behind you. His hands leave your hips, probably leaving dents from how hard his grip was and both his arms now entrapped you on either side of your head.

Sighs and moans of content or pleaure are passed between your lips and his. You and Joaquin had to fight to not entirely lose yourselves completely within pure bliss. One more so than the other when you pulled back to catch your breath.

"Quin,hah...just gimme a sec-" you breathe out while pushing the hair out of his face.

A small whine of discontent left Joaquins lips and before you could protest, his mouth was back on yours. Quickly closing the distance between them that you had created for just a brief moment.

He needed to feel you. He loved it too much to stop.

Joaquin's hands were back on your waist, and you felt his thick thigh fitting snugly between your legs. He flexes them while tilting his head to get a better angle when kissing you. He urges you to move against his thigh, causing you to moan quietly between each kiss. The fabric of your shorts were thin, so you felt every twitch from his toned thigh.

"Love you s'much," your voice was barely a whisper as it was all becoming too much for you.

Joaquin let's out a small chuckle as you began to pepper his face with quick pecks before moving back to his lips. They were now wet and tasted salty due to your tears of pleasure and beads of sweat.

"Love you too angel..." he mumbled against your plush lips.

Your hips still grinding against his toned thigh while you felt your arousal building up due to the delicious friction and the passionate kisses. Joaquin doesn't complain since he gets to enjoy the sound of your heavenly voice as their tongues begin gently stroking against one another.

The pace of their kiss slowing down considerably, yet the same desire stayed from before. Joaquin could feel that you were close to cumming since your movements were becoming more sloppy. He takes the opportunity to help you reach your high and pushes you down a little harder and faster.

A purr of delight had bubbled up from your throat when you felt Joaquins hand hike up your top, his slightly rough palm gently rubbed into your hip. Only bringing your more and more closer towards the edge.

Joaquin could felt himself strain againgst his boxers and twitched slightly, making him awfully sensitive. So he leaves a trail of wet kisses from the side of your mouth down towards your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy against your supple skin as it prodded and suckled on any piece of skin he could find.

Your body was flush against his due to the stickiness of your sweat mixed with his while you could only breath shakily next to his ear. "Mmh...s'too much..."

He growls against your neck as felt himself getting closer to bursting. After finding your sweet spot, he focuses on that particular area.

"God-- Quin don't stop...m'close"

"Mmph...me too angel.." Joaquin mumbles against your neck before pulling away and encapturing his lips with yours once more. You moan into his mouth while the both of you cum at the same time, a rush of warmth spread across your body like a wildfire.

After feeling satisfied, he leaves your mouth with a pop before letting his eyes wander mindlessly over the dark marks that blossomed beautifully across your neck and collarbone.

You flutter your eyes open to study his facial expression. His cheeks were now flushed like yours, and his eyebrows were now furrowed while he breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath.

"You're insufferable you know that right?" You manage to catch your breath, feeling slightly lightheaded.

Joaquin runs a thumb over your kiss swollen lips as he drinks in your appearance. Honestly he's not sure how even managed to get someone as beautiful as you to his girlfriend but he wasn't one to complain.

"Yeah...but you love me either way." He quipped with a smug smile on his lips.

"Sadly yes... yes I do." You murmured before pressing one last kiss to his damp cheek.

You let out a small yelp when Joaquin suddenly lifts you off the ground and hauls you over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" You yelled as you frantically looked past the glass walls of the gym. Now, becoming more aware of your vulnerable situation.

"Isn't it obvious? We're taking a shower together." He states calmly while walking towards the gym shower room.

"Alright but put me down!!" Joaquin laughs at your childish response and finally let's you down.

When it came to dating Joaquin in secret, you guys weren't exactly subtle about it. At some point, even Sam grew suspicious of the pair when you pampered Joaquin more than usual.

Even after you both insisted that you were just 'friends.' So that's what makes the current ordeal all the more contradicting. He watches the two of you interact from a distance.

Joaquin had returned after successfully apprehending the fugitives, but had a huge gash on his cheek after a guy had slashed him with a knife.

"Ugh Quin! I told you to be careful," you sighed and shook your head in disappointment.

"I'm still alive aren't I?" Joaquin quipped with outstretched arms and a wide grin.

Damn it -- why'd he have to get you every time with that contagious smile all the time?

"C'mon bird boy, lets get you fixed up."

Joaquin takes a seat and leans back a little so you could work on stitching the wound. Which was a little tricky since the plane was moving too much.

Having no choice, you opted to sit on his lap, which even catches Joaquin offguard. Kate snickers behind her hand as she watches the whole thing unfold. Unbeknownst to you ofcourse, you carried on.

One hand worked on cleaning the wound while the other rested on his cheek so you could angle his face better. Joaquin had a dazed look on his face as he followed your every move with a dopey smile.

The way he was looking at you would make any girl swoon as you falter a little underneath his loving gaze.

"There, all done now birdie." You smile softly when you finished stitching. Your fingers linger there for a bit before you move to get up from his lap.

Joaquin doesn't let you go far before pulling you back towards him again. He buries his face into your neck as he holds you firmly in his strong arms.

"Hm...Can we stay like this for a sec'?" he mumbled while you play with his hair. Your heart was racing at the sudden act of affection but you chose to indulge in the moment.

"Sure thing," you whispered softly against his hair after pressing a small kiss to the side of his head. To anyone's perspective, they could see that this scene looked more intimate than it should be.

Especially to Sam as he fights back a smile and decides to sneak up on them. He cleared his throat before speaking with an unusually deep voice. Giving them the biggest jump scare of their lives.

"So...you two love birds done?"

You swiftly moves away from Joaquins embrace, much to his dismay. He almost let's out a whine from the absence of your warmth, but held himself back when he notices that Sam was the giving the both of them a smug look.

"Hmm is this," He gestures between you and Joaquin with a mischievous smile "what you call being friendly? Snuggling on my jet?"

You both were speechless at the rather straightforward question while Joaquin tried thinking of a plausible reason.

"Uh well in my defence. We weren't Snuggling, it was uhm, just us trying to stay warm mmph-" you place a hand over his mouth while he let out muffled protests.

You raise an eyebrow at him while he slowly realises what he just said, you let go after he calmed down. His face was flushed red at this point while you composed yourself.

"It was just a casual hug, nothing more." You stated when you turn back to Sam who is now hiding a smile behind his hand. As much as he hated to admit it, he was hoping you two would get together one way or another.

"Sureee, casual. Got it."

Bucky would visit sometimes to check up on you and one time he caught something that stops him in his tracks.

He was on his way to the training room when he spots the back of Joaquins head through the glass walls. It seemed like he was... leaning forward towards someone?

Once he took a step closer he noticed it was in fact, you. You were hanging upside down with your spider suit on and your mask half off.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" The both of you got startled at the sudden appearance of the metal armed man as he practically barged into the room unannounced.

"He looks pretty pissed," Joaquin hisses so you could hear.

"Ya think?" You hiss back while you stand back on your feet while you readjust your mask.

It's not like you two were trying to hide your relationship from everyone, but you insisted on keeping things professional during working hours.

Joaquin on the other hand like to push your patience and do reckless acts like this. Mostly for his own pleasure but also to get you to have fun during long training sessions.

"Well it was your idea to do the upside down kiss," you whispered under your breath with crossed arms.

"I'm standing right here you know," Bucky states flatly with a deadpan face. "How long have you two been doing this behind my back?"

"Uhh...3 months?" Joaquin answers while shifting uncomfortably under Buckys intense gaze.

"3 -- 3 months? How -" Bucky stops himself from saying anything too harsh. He switches his eyes to you instead while you tried avoiding eye contact with him.

"That's why you've been so unusually close with bird man here?" He asks with a sarcastic tone. Joaquin was going to retort but shut his mouth because it looked like Bucky was about to murder him on the spot.

"Hey it's not like he's a bad guy? If anything, he's been the most loyal and sweetest man ever. More so than my previous partners." You rambled on while Bucky listens carefully and gives Joaquin the side eye. "Just give him a chance ok?"

Bucky let's out an exasperated sigh before fully turning towards the nervous man who was standing next to you.

"Break her heart and you're dead. Got it?" Bucky says coldly while Joaquin nods hurriedly in response.

"I swear she's in good hands. Besides, I'd never let anything bad happen to her." His words sounded genuine to Bucky, which surprised him because he knew how much of a womaniser Joaquin is.

"You better," he responds with a lighter tone and relaxed shoulders.

You sighed in relief when Bucky finally left the pair of you alone. Claiming he had a meeting to go to and he just wanted to check in to see you.

Joaquin wraps his arms around your waist before resting his head on top of yours. "You think he'd ever accept me?"

"I think he already has. Otherwise, he would've thrown you out the window by now." You joked. Joaquin pulls back slightly and peers down at you with a loving look.

"Good, 'Cause you're stuck with me for life." Joaquin whispers with a satisfied grin on his face as he gently presses his forehead against yours.

Joaquin leans into your touch when you reach up with one hand to caress his cheek. The sunlight peaked behind him, creating a soft glow that accentuates his features perfectly.

"Hmm, I'm ok with that." You hum in response with a sofr smile before enclosing the very minimal space between you both.

Bonus:

"Ok pay up," Kate says with a full mouth of popcorn and sticks her hand out infront of Peter. The two were hiding behind the door of the training room as they watched the whole thing unfold.

Peter groans in defeat and reluctantly gives Kate $20.

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Hello,how are you? I saw your post asking for fic ideas so here's one I hope you like it

Assistant reader who has worked with Eminem since the beginning of his career, the public and his kids love her, the kids always goes to her for advice and see her as part of the family . Marshall admires her and her relationship with his kids, He has always been attracted to her, but he respects her a lot and thinks she can find someone better, They are very close and know each other like no one else. They have fight a few times but she would always go to him and put some sense into his head and they would make up. Maybe she could have an accident or become very ill and end up in the hospital, he is terrified at the prospect of losing her. They get so stressed about the situation that they have a very serious fight, he says a lot of shit and she sends him away. A few days pass and they don't talk to each other, he didn't want to apologize and decided to wait until she came back and fix the things like she always did, but the things he said during the fight really hurt her and she decided to resign from her assistant position, she sent an email with the details of her contract termination.

You decide what happens next.

PS: I really loved your writing, sorry for the long request, I like to detail things, if you don't like the idea or don't feel comfortable writing this you can completely ignore it please.

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my assistant - eminem

fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers

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synopsis: Y/N is Marshall's assistant. They're close and best friends until something goes wrong in her life...

A/N: hi! I know it's been a while, i've been super stressed with finals and stuff but i'm finally back on track and I wrote this. there's more to come since I have a ton of requests to have fun with! hope you enjoy this one. and i'm so glad to hear you liked my writing!

-Marsh!

-What?!

-Dre’s on the phone for you! Something about needing you to re-record something!

Marshall groaned from his office. Y/N giggled at his antics, he really could be a grump at times. She continued to put away files and work on his busy schedule, something she’d done every day for years. 

Y/N had been Marshall’s assistant since what felt like forever, and it sort of was. Ever since his career took off, she’d been by his side. She did her job well, and never gave anyone on the team any reason to doubt her abilities. Not to mention she was always the go-to for advice. Marshall was always asking for advice; situations big or small, his mind always went to call Y/N. And his kids did the same. And his friends. And his team. 

The public always wondered about their relationship, about what happened behind closed doors. “She and I are just close friends. That’s all.” And truthfully, that was all there was to it. They were friends. Though he’d often find himself wondering and daydreaming about what it’d feel like if they were more, he always stopped himself before it could get any deeper. He knew she deserved better. She was smart, kind, and hilarious. Surely, she’d find another man more attractive and muscular and smarter and funnier. Surely, she wouldn’t want a man like him. But, in actuality, they were both stuck in a cycle of feeling this way. She felt he deserved someone who related to him more. Someone prettier, someone more famous. Why would he want an accountant when he could easily have a bombshell? 

Everyone around them knew how they felt about each other, except, apparently, them. They knew each other inside and out. Marshall knew all of her nervous tics; like her lip biting, finger picking, leg bouncing, pen tapping, and arm crossing. And, in return, she knew all of his icks; loud chewing, gum popping, loud singing, loud speaking, fingernail tapping, and slurping. They could read one another like books, unless, of course, it came to romance. 

Y/N had been to enough family dinners at his house to know this. She was basically a Mathers herself. She became a Mathers when Hailie got her first period and Marshall had no clue on what to do. When she told him what to buy at the supermarket while she washed Hailie’s bed sheets and clothes. When she helped Hailie with her first breakup. And she became a Mathers when Marshall started his journey with sobriety and she was with him the whole time. Marshall admired her greatly. He admired her bravery and courage, her kindness and empathy, her ambition and perseverance, it seemed like everything life threw at her, she could easily push past it. He respected her a lot. He also respected how much a perfectionist she was. She made sure her nails were properly painted and if not they looked well groomed; cuticles always cut, nails long and strong, filed to perfection. Her hair was done meticulously, clearly also well taken care of. Her skin had a light glow to it. Marshall admired this for years. He admired and respected every aspect about her, she was like family to him. 

However, like friends and family do, there were always a few quarrels. When Y/N was on her period and already in a sour mood, and Marshall decided that would be a good day to be a brat and complain about everything. Y/N adored him, but he could be really childish at times. He whined one too many times and she’d snapped at him. It escalated into an argument that Dre had to promptly break up. Or when Marshall was upset because he had writer's block and Y/N asked if it was really that hard to write a song. He snapped at her too. But, in the end, they always made up. In all honesty, it was usually Y/N that would fix things. She’d go over to him and no matter who was right or wrong, she’d say it was silly and smack him upside the head for staying upset. 

The symptoms started mild. A bit of dizziness and fatigue. Walking up the stairs got harder, standing up suddenly quickly became a threat. Marshall and the others had noticed it, but decided not to mention anything. Health business is private business. Then, she started getting weaker. She was fatigued after just walking from the office back to her desk. She got pale. She no longer had that glow to her. Hailie asked Marshall what was wrong, but even he didn’t know. 

She was always short of breath. When she talked, she occasionally slurred her words. She’d stumble through the hallway, just trying to make it back to her desk. This went on for months. In the beginning, Marshall took the pallor and fatigue as stress and exhaustion from work. He no longer complained, instead taking on some of her duties in an attempt to alleviate her. He saw nothing changed, in fact, it only worsened. 

She started having heart palpitations. They became more frequent as the weeks flew by. When she’d hug her friends or set a hand down on someone’s arm, they’d notice that they were cold as ice. Her nails, something she once cared for, were now brittle. Her hair, once shiny and well put together, was now thinning and falling like a withering tree in the fall. 

Almost a year had passed since the symptoms started. It was a somewhat normal day in the studio. Y/N walked in with Marshall’s weekly schedule in hand. Today, the windows weren’t coated with curtains like they usually were. Today, Marshall saw Y/N in the natural light. He noticed how pale she’d become. How her hair was now messy and thinned. How she looked almost malnourished. 

He loved her the same, but he was concerned. He asked her to sit beside him on the couch, looking towards the others in the studio. Certainly the others had to have noticed her dire state. She sat carefully, moving slowly in an attempt to not exhaust herself too much. Her eyes darted around the room in confusion. Why was everyone looking at her like that? 

She sat there for a while, when she realized she needed to finish a document for Paul. 

-Shit!

-What? What’s wrong?

-I need to finish that paper for Paul. I’ll see you guys later.

Y/N stood up madly. Suddenly, she felt her body numb slightly and her eyes roll into the back of her head. She felt dizzy and everything around her felt surreal. She attempted to take a step forward, but instead, her entire body fell forward. Next thing she knew, it all went black. 

Marshall saw her stand up. She looked like she was going to hurl. She fell forward and with a thud, she hit the carpeted floor. Everyone in the room ran to her. There was a bustle of voices. Pandemonium broke out. Someone called an ambulance. Marshall couldn’t remember much, but what he did know was that now he was sitting in a hospital lobby. Awaiting any news about his best friend. 

The realization settled in. The panic came along with it. He realized that his best friend (and sort of the love of his life) was in a hospital bed right now, unsure of whether or not she’ll make it out of here. He knew he couldn’t lose her.

-It’s anemia. Her case was pretty severe, since it was left untreated for 11 months. She had an iron deficiency, most likely from not eating properly. It could’ve become deadly if she’d left it untreated for too long. 

-Anemia?

Marshall couldn’t believe it. All of the signs were there and he never did anything about it. As soon as they let him know she was conscious, he ran into the room. He saw her in the bed and felt a wave of emotions. He felt sad knowing that she was hurting, he felt happy that she was okay, and he felt rage that she let this get that bad and that he hadn’t noticed.

-Hey, Marsh. 

-Hey. Did you know you had anemia?

-Wow. Straight to the point. Um, not specifically but, like, I knew there was something wrong.

Marshall started to become upset. How was she so casual about this? If anemia is left untreated, it can result in death.

-And you didn’t do anything about it?

-Well, no. I didn’t expect anything serious?

-The doctor told me that you could’ve died if you didn’t treat it. And he said it was because you weren’t eating. Why weren’t you eating?

-Look, Marsh, I just assumed that it would go away after a while. I didn’t even notice it had gotten that bad. And I mean, I haven’t really had an appetite. I’ve been working a lot and I just think I was stressed. 

-Well, you should’ve told me you were feeling overworked! I could’ve helped you! You could’ve died Y/N! Doesn’t that go through your head!

-I’m sorry! I didn’t think it was that deep! 

-Yeah? Well it was. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. I came here thinking you got some crazy disease. I was so worried.

-I can’t control my appetite Marsh. And you didn’t have to come.

-Yeah, well, when you’re on your deathbed, alone, you’ll wish you might’ve listened to me. 

Y/N’s mouth stayed slightly ajar after that last comment. How could he say that to her? He saw the look on her face and immediately regretted it. He knew he was doing wrong. He knew that it was a terrible thing to say.

-Look, Y/N, I’m so sor-

-Get out.

-What?

-Get out, Marsh. Leave.

And leave he did. He went home that day and had a long night of processing. He concluded that he had a point, but he should’ve phrased it better; he also should have picked a better time to say it. But he didn’t want to apologize. For some unknown reason, he couldn’t find it within himself to go to her and apologize. Eventually, a week had passed. He figured that she’d come to him soon and they’d make up. However, he was proven wrong when he received an email that Paul had forwarded him that morning. The title read “My Resignation”. He began to panic, calling her and sending her countless texts.  

He then called Paul, hoping it was a mistake.

-Look, man. I don’t know what you said or did to her, but it must’ve been pretty fucked up. You better go apologize to her now. 

Marshall quickly hopped into his car and drove to her house. He parked his car in her driveway, seeing she was home. He knocked on the door furiously, hoping to get ahold of her. She opened the door only a few inches. Enough to see his face. She was about to close the door when he pushed it open. She stumbled back a bit. 

-What the hell do you want Marsh?

-Look, Y/N, I came to apologize. I can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner. I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said. I was just scared. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel bad. Especially since you were the one in the hospital bed. When I was the one in trouble, you never did any of that shit to me. I’m so sorry Y/N.

Y/N sighed deeply. As upset as she was with him, she couldn’t stay mad. She was starting to look like her old self again, Marshall realized. She got her glow back, her hair was looking thicker; she looked like she did before. Still a little thin, but back to somewhat normal. 

Y/N smiled weakly. She knew she couldn’t be mad at him forever, and this was silly. Marshall looked at her face, smiling, and he realized just how much he loved her. He looked at every feature he’d fallen in love with; her eyes, bright and curious, her lips, pretty and cute, her cheeks, slightly indented with all the smiling she does, but still beautiful. He knew he needed her, and without thinking, he leaned down and connected his lips with hers. It was passionate and sweet. The kiss contained all the words that need not be spoken. When he pulled back, she was smiling like an idiot, wide eyed. 

He knew that from then on, he would love her a little harder.

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P*rn ☆  Chapter 6, Fear and despair

Masterlist Word count: 2 k Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Author's note: Ya'll ready to cry?! Me neither... Also, for anyone wondering why I don't English so good sometimes. I am Dutch and nothing is proofread <3

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains sex, swear words, porn, smoking, intimate piercings, mentions of drugs, alcohol, mentions of domestic abuse, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

Mature content under the cut. No graphic content. Mention of abuse.

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'You're not quite here with me.' You look up from the cup of tea you had been absentmindedly stirring since it was put in front of you. He's right. He's always right. Well... Most times. 

Your mind has been a mess. There's the whole Sylus thing, yes, that's something that takes up way too much space in your head. You keep thinking back to last Saturday, sitting on the couch with him watching the rise and fall of sexual tension. Seeing him try so hard to do small talk while pretending he wasn't looking at your lips and body like a man starved. He had kissed your forehead when he left and you leaned into it. Even thinking about it gives you butterflies. 

But there's another thing on your mind. A much more menial thing. Something much easier to discuss with Zayne. 

'How come I never heard you shower when you lived next door?' Zayne tilts his head, looking at you a little confused. 

'That's what you've been stuck on?' You reluctantly nod. It's stupid, so damn stupid, but Zayne still answers. 'When I moved out, Rafayel was talking about a new ventilation system. Maybe it connects to yours?' 

'That makes a lot of sense actually,' you groan, leaning back in your chair defeated. 'I can't believe I've been so busy thinking about that.' 

'You're an interior architect; shouldn't it be logical to you?' He's got a point and a very good one at that. You also could've just asked Rafayel, but no. You'd like to avoid that man as much as possible. He always tries to get you to do work for free, without even offering to lower you rent for a month or something. No way. 

You look around the coffee shop. This is you and Zayne's regular spot. The place is very big and open, but sound doesn't bounce around nor echo. There's tons of natural light and very kind yellow lights when the sun goes down. The furniture is a mix and match of secondhand stuff that's surprisingly pleasing to the eye and most chairs are comfortable. Then again, the chairs that aren't comfortable to you could be very comfortable to someone else. There are tons of plants scattered around, lots of cut vintage decor like old Matchbox cars and very old adverts on metal plates. On the floor are a few rugs that have almost worn into the floor and have major damage where people often walk. Almost looks like the rugs have crop circles. 

It might not be for everyone, even Zayne used to be a little uncomfortable here at first, but it's grown on both of you. The employees are kind and helpful, the music is always good and never too loud. It's a good atmosphere. 

'Anyway, how is the new neighbor?' Your cheek flush almost right away when you meet Zayne's eyes. 'What is it? Are you alright?' He leans over the table to touch your forehead, worried you might be sick. 

'I'm fine, I'm fine. His name is Sylus and he's hot- A LOT, he's a lot.' Zayne chuckles at your antics while you feel your ears burning. Not exactly the information you wanted to share with Zayne. Truly, it doesn't matter all that much in the end. He's like a brother to you and he knows nearly everything about your life. A fact that you wish was still true the other way around as well but he's been too busy to tell you everything. And now that you've dropped the "Sylus is hot" bomb, he's not letting it go until you tell him everything. 

For a professional, cold doctor he's surprisingly desperate for gossip. 

'I'm sure he's a lot,' he says with a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips, 'you were worried he might be loud. Is that the case?' 

'A bit. He's awake deep into the night, so sometimes I hear him moving around in his apartment or playing music late at night. It's nothing too bad though. Though Tara seems a bit cautious around him. Apparently, he's friends with her boyfriend.' A slight frown appears on Zayne's face. If you hadn't known him as long as you have, you wouldn't have noticed. But you do know him. 'What's that look for?' 

'Tara is dating that Kieran boy, right?' You nod and he tries to soften his face. 'Hm, I don't know them very well. It's probably not who I'm thinking of.' 

'Who are you thinking of?' And suddenly he looks real serious. The temperature inside is suddenly a few degrees lower and the bubble we were in feels like a soundproof chamber. 'Zayne, who are you think of?' 

'I wish I could tell you, but patient confidentiality forbids me.'  

“Patient confidentiality? What the hell? Is this even about Sylus?” 

Zayne reaches out for my hand on the table and gently takes it in his. 'Don't worry about it too much. I'm not even sure if it's the same guy.' 

'You're right,' you say, trying to smile as wide as you can while pushing the racing thoughts in your mind down. 

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"She has a boyfriend? Shit." Sylus tries to quicken his pace while he walks past the coffee shop before you see him, but he's too slow. You spot him and smile at him. A big smile, one that almost makes his cheeks hurt from looking at it. 

Wait... He's smiling back? 

No matter, he keeps walking. But then he catches the slightest glimpse of the man sitting with her and his blood runs cold. It's like a distant memory, or more like a distant nightmare. He can only hope and pray and doctor Zayne hasn't seen him. 

It's been years, but Sylus still fears the doctor might remember him. It wouldn't be too bad, the man saved his life, but he doesn't want you knowing. Not yet at least. What if he asked how his recovery is going? What if he asked if his scars healed okay? What if he asked if his situation has changed? How would he answer those questions and not revert back to that scared little boy she made him. 

Because all that still feels so raw, even though it's years ago. He should've been fine by now, at least that's what he thinks. Time heals all wounds, right? Three years should be enough. More than enough. 

That being said, his first doxing was her. She put his address out there as a last-ditch attempt to get him to "commit" to her. To make him obey like a fucking dog. 

He isn't even sure how all of it happened back then, but it did. Maybe it was just young love. Yeah, young love at 24. No, he was just naïve and stupid. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” 

What he does know is that he is nearly running home. He's stuck in his own head, tears prickling in his eyes. How does this keep happening at any mention, thought, or glimpse of her? It's not normal. He should be okay. 

It feels like he's picking up a fever as he unlocks the door to his apartment. He faintly hears the sound of his name but his chest is getting tight and he has to get inside. Why does this affect him so fucking much? 

And suddenly he recognizes what is going on. He's having a panic attack. 

He hasn't had a panic attack in the last two years. He's been fine, he should still be fine. Is it because he saw doctor Zayne again? Because he is with you? Because all he can think of when seeing doctor Zayne's face is how much pain he was in and how scared he was? 

“This is not fucking normal. Breathe Sylus, breathe. You know how to breathe. You've been doing it all your fucking life. Just stop panicking!” 

The voice in his head is no help. He slumps against the back of the couch in the middle of his living room, not able to make it to the bathroom to take a cold shower. Cold showers usually shock him out of it. His breathing stays rapid, his eyes looking for anything in reach that can help him but there are dark spots all over his vision. 

He closes his eyes for just a moment. Just a little bit. A second, no more. He wakes up with a few slaps to his cheek. His head feels cold against the wooden floor of his apartment. When did he fall over? 

'Sylus? Sylus? Look at me.' It's you. Your voice is desperate, scared, as you grab his shoulders and try to pull him upright again. He tries to help you, moving ever so slightly to a sitting position. Your hand raises up to his forehead, brushing the hair sticking to his sweaty skin away. 'Are you alright?' 

'Always with you around,' Sylus says, trying to look and sound like a womanizer, but failing miserably. To you, he just looks a bit loopy. His breathing is still ragged and strange. 

'Cute,' you note with a frown, 'now breathe with me.' You grab his hand and press it against your chest, just underneath your collarbone. 'Ready?' He nods. 'Breathe in.' He feels your chest rise slowly as you breathe in with him, your heard thumping under his hand in a steady, comforting rhythm.  

Slowly, the whole world disappears. His eyes are laser focused on yours, ears zeroed in on the sound of your voice and your breathing. To him, you look like an angel. His guardian angel. 

'Breathe out.' 

Your chest falls, he breathes out. It feels like seconds have passed but by the time you let go of his hand, the sun is setting. He last checked his phone around 16:30 before he saw you at the coffee shop, so that means it's close to six, it being wintertime. 

Finally lucid again, his heartbeat slowed, his breathing steady, he asks: 'Why did you follow me?' 

The coldness of his questions shocks you and you answer: 'I felt like you needed someone to be there for you.' 

He lets out a cold laugh, something that sounds close to disbelief but also much much closer to insecurity. A sound you hadn't expected coming from his mouth. He knows you think he's hot, he knows you are attracted to him, but he does not know you. He does not know about your youth, your struggle with panic attacks, your loneliness. But he doesn't need to know for you to be able to help him. 

If only he'd believe that you only want to help. 

'How do you know doctor Zayne?' There's something possessive in his tone, something you wouldn't have expected right now. 

'He used to live here before you. We're friends.' He stays quiet for a while, staring at you but not quite. More like he's looking through you, disassociating. 'I'm gonna get you a glass of water.' You move to your feet, but he grabs your wrist and holds you where you are. He's suddenly back, eyes watching you with immense focus. 

'Do you pity me?' The words sound like an accusation, like he's admitting he doesn't like what happened and that you "had" to see it. So much grief in those few words, a grief that goes much deeper than you can imagine. 

'Pity you?' 

He lets go of your wrist with an angry expression. He quickly gets up, refusing to look at you any longer. 'Never mind. I think it'd be better if you leave.' 

'What? Sylus-' You try to reach out for him, but when he looks back at you there's venom in his eyes. Your hand hangs in the air, halfway reaching towards his forearm. And then you drop it. 'Okay, if that's what you want.' 

He walks you to the door, his chest full of regret, embarrassment, shame. He was doing so damn well and now you've seen him like that. Like a shell, something defective, a bird with a broken wing. In the doorway you turn back to him so that he can't close the door on you. All he can see in your eyes in compassion, adoration and, strangely enough, love. 

'For what it's worth, I don't pity you. My opinions and feelings about you haven't changed,' you hesitate for a second and look down at the ground, 'and I hope you'll still ask me out. I do really want to get to know you. All of you.' 

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Oh Sammy,

How does it feel to be one of the biggest attention whores in sports wag cultures, when the person you want attention from most is liking his ex’s and ex-hookups instagram pictures whilst he’s in the same city as you, but blowing you off like a leaf. Do you know one of your boyfriend’s ex-hookup lives in 2 minutes from him, his ex just moved to the next town over, and that he still has another on speed dial? You shouldn’t worry, he just likes their insta pictures amidst rumours he’s starting to get sick of your antics, he definitely wouldn’t do anything bad. It’s not like he hooked up with a girl with the same name as you in the Hamptons last summer, whilst you were 20 minutes away, and all of Tumblr & Twitter found out about it. It’s not like the internet thinks your boyfriend’s ex is the prettiest human alive, is naive to the fact she is an extremely successful model & wish he was still with her.

By now everyone knows you strong armed him into having you and your friends to his and his brother’s lake house for your birthday. You threw a fit threatening to start drama whilst you were fighting these past weeks because you wanted this weekend so bad because people thought you were broken up and you needed your friends to post from the Hughes’ lake house so the internet would know you were still “together”?

The fact your boyfriend’s mother had to follow your friends so she could monitor what they posted because she can’t trust you after it was revealed you went to the press about your relationship? Don’t misconstrue it - she doesn’t like your friends. You and your little IDF sympathizer friends are hardly beams of intellect and good morals, no wonder she can’t stand you. You’re only lucky she cares about her son’s misguided happiness than her own valid grievances or else you’d be kicked out the door faster than you could blink.

Your friends following his brothers and friends , when they avoid you like the plague is desperate. Trying to go after his younger brother and throwing a fit when he rejected you. Then having your friends post from their house with their name on the sign because your own self esteems are only filled with blatant clout chasing. I know you’ve been kicked out of clubs because you are too drunk to function. I know you bullied people and made racist derogatory comments about them in high school and college. I know a lot of things, and they’ll come out in due time. I know you and your minions are on here. I know his people are too. You’ve hurt too many people I’ve cared about.

I will say you’re pretty, but I mean, you can’t control that really. The things you can, like your personality, demeanor, and character, all suck though.

[pixie-felix]

word count: 1.7k genre: fluff and (hopefully) comfort. content warning: big hugs. everywhere. (you said Chan's big hugs calm you, so I decided to make gifs... I may have gone a tad overboard...) request: Hi. I've never actually made a request before, do I feel a bit anxious, sorry. I had an idea, nothing crazy, but... how would each of the members comfort you and make you forget all the bad stuff that gets stuck in your mind? What would they do to get you out of your head and lost to the world instead? Sorry again, it's been a really difficult day, and I had a comforting dream where Felix gave me a hug and said it would all be okay, and I got the idea? It okay if you don't feel like writing it. You are fabulous and appreciated! Have a good day! <3

a/n: This is for the lovely @kittenchaos2024, who is an absolute delight of a human. Or perhaps three very sweet raccoonsin a long coat and fancy hat. Either way, I love them lots and I hope the world brings them something good soon.  I tried to write these on the blurry line* between platonic and romantic so you can interpret them as you wish… let me know how I did? *Except Felix. Felix is supposed to be romace-y-ish.

S L O W D O W N, J E L L Y B E A N

Chan The first thing Chan is going to do, is give you a Big Hug™.

He’s going to notice before anyone else, not just because he’s a single father of seven kids, but because he cares about you so much. Maybe you’ve been more withdrawn than usual, spacing out when usually you’d be giggling at Han’s jokes and Changbin’s aegyo.

He'll quietly keep an eye on you, subtly trying to comfort you without directly saying anything. Things like bringing you a glass of water (he was getting one for himself anyway, and he has two hands) or resting his hand on your arm for a moment longer than usual.

If it's clear you're really not okay, if you look at him with eyes that say anything close to "help", everything else is going on the back burner until you're okay again.

He won't make a scene. He knows you don't want the stress of everyone's attention. He’ll probably wait until you’re alone, before looking at you with his worried half smile and tentatively holding his arms out. “Big hug?”

He’ll hug you for as long as you’d like, and if you have a breakdown and cry he will just hug you tighter (if you’re cool with that. Making sure he’s not pushing your boundaries is important to him.) Oh, and if you apologise for ruining his shirt he's going to give you his best Dad Eyes™, before pulling you closer and resting his chin on the top of your head.

If you’re really struggling, he’ll let you sleep in his bed, or he’ll  come and sit next to yours and sing you lullabies until you go to sleep. And he'll still be there in the morning, working on his laptop with his headphones on and a gentle smile for you when you wake up.  

Lino. Obviously Lino could make you soup. 

But you know what’s better than soup, especially when you’re all stuck in your head? Kittens. 

He is absolutely sneaking at least one of Soonie, Doongie, and/or Dori into your apartment. In one of those cute little backpacks that look like a spaceship. 

If you’re allergic to cats, instead of bringing into contact with a real feline he will prepare a slide show of his cats, making sure to include their silliest antics. He’ll even put silly music over the top, and add in a couple of ridiculously cute/stupid selfies to cheer you up.

If you can’t have animals in your apartment, or you just need to go outside for a bit… He’ll take you to a cat cafe (yes there is a theme here and the theme is cats). 

He’ll make it into the most thoughtful date you’ve ever been on (platonic or otherwise, depending on your feelings). You’re not paying for anything, you don’t even have to talk to anyone you don’t want. You can just sit there and let Lino coax some kitties over, while you munch on the cat-shaped cookies he got Felix to bake for you.

(He will also make you soup.)

Changbin. I hope you’re prepared for aegyo. Like, an egregious amount of aegyo.

He’ll even skip the gym for you, claiming he’s too sore to work out today. (You’ve literally seen him go to the gym with a sprained elbow, he just did legs for a whole week.)

Then he’s going to barge into your room with snacks and chick flicks, making you close your eyes while he builds you a pillow fort (complete with fairy lights). He’s not taking no for an answer, the two of you are going to have a girly day even if he has to put you in a headlock for it.

He will also throw pillows at anyone who dares interrupt. Spare ones he brought specifically for this purpose, he’s not damaging the integrity of your pillow fort. This is your Binnie time, and the others can wait their turn.

He will be re-enacting the confession scenes from all your favourite rom coms. With added aegyo, of course.

Hyunjin. It’s a good thing Hyunjin’s not dramatic. Because then he’d probably do something completely over the top. 

Oh, wait.

He knows you’re probably too stressed to go outside, so instead he plies you with snacks and loads up your comfort show on his laptop (he’s not even mad that it’s not SKZ code), and then makes you pinky promise not to leave your room until he comes back.

He is gone for a suspiciously long time.

When he finally comes to get you, he’s all glowy and excited. But as he leads you into the living room, he almost looks… nervous? 

What you see when you get there takes your breath away.

He’s made you a whole art gallery. It’s a mix of your favourite pictures and sculptures, including some you’ve never seen before that remind him of you, complete with a little hand drawn map and guidebook. He gets really shy about it as you look around, feeling a bit self conscious when you get to the paintings he painted just for you.

He lights up like the adorable idiot he is when he sees you like it.

Han. More than anyone else, Han understands what it’s like to get stuck in your head.

Are you overthinking again? He’s here to talk you through it. He’ll be gentle with it, and he’ll never press you on anything. He’ll just sit there, cuddling you if you want it, and wait/

You need to cry? Great, Han needs to cry too.

You’re panicking? He’s right there, talking you through how to breathe again, as he rubs your back and holds your hand. 

And while he’s doing these thoughtful things, he’s going to say dumb, sweet nonsense to try and make you laugh. Like “slow down, jellybean.” That one makes you laugh, and from that day forward Han always has a stash of emergency jellybeans for times when you’re feeling sad. 

He won’t say anything, he’ll just slip them into your hand when no one else is looking, or leave them on your pillow while you’re out at work.

Felix. We all know Felix loves physical affection. Really, he’s basically a koala.

Even when you’re not feeling down, Felix jumps at any chance to cuddle you. You’re making breakfast? He’s hugging you from behind. Watching TV? He’s pulling you into his arms, or resting his head on your lap. You try to go to bed without giving him his fifteen minute goodnight cuddle? I hope you’re prepared to be pouted at in the morning. 

And that’s just normal, every day Felix. If you look even the slightest bit sad? Man’s turning it up to eleven. 

The thing that worries him the most is that he can’t always be physically there for you when you get sad. Sometimes his schedule is so busy he barely gets to see you, leaving so early in the morning the sun hasn’t even risen yet, and not coming home until the clock is almost in single digits again.

In times like those, best he’s sneaking into your bed every night. Not even in a sexual way, he just needs to be close to you. (Though there are definitely some sneaky kisses pressed to your shoulders while he thinks you’re still asleep.

What’s been worrying him is, how he’s going to cheer you up when you’re alone? Tour starts soon, and you can’t exactly come with him.

And then it hits him. Epiphany. His best idea yet (even better than flashing his abs at Lolla). The most brilliant solutions in the history of solutions: 

Emotional Support Koala. For you to cuddle when times get tough.

He has the biggest sunshine smile when he gives you the plushie, excitedly telling you how Emergence Support Koala is microwave safe, so you can warm him up and have cozy cuddles! And Emergency Support Koala came in a pair, so Felix has his gf to take on tour with him. Who doesn’t love matching plushies? (Yeah, If Felix hasn’t confessed to you yet, he’s going to do it soon. Probably with some kind of Koala plushie puppet show.)

However, his brilliant plan is going to backfire slightly. Felix didn’t realise it was possible to be jealous of a plushie. But when he’s on tour and you guys video call, and you’re in your pajamas cuddling Emergency Support Koala, he can’t help but pout a little.

Guess you’ll just have to give him extra attention when he comes home. Oh, how awful.

Seungmin. Seungmin is in the building, and he’s determined to get you outside.

You don’t have to go far, and he’ll hold your hand the whole time, but he’s taking you outside whether you like it or not. You’re getting that sunlight serotonin boost.

You might be nervous at first, but the warm pressure of Seungmin’s hand in yours and the way he wraps you up in his jacket (he brought a spare with him, knowing you’d forget) help calm you down.

You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, you can just walk. He’s got an idea of where you’re going anyway. The bag of birdseed should be a hint.

You can’t be sad while you’re feeding the ducks, right?

I.N. Innie might not say much, but he’ll come and cuddle you. 

Despite his recent slightly slutty, ab flashing behaviour on stage (the side effects of living with Christopher), he’s still a little shy around you. He is still a baby bread, after all.

But you haven’t come out of your room all day, and he’s worried about you. He wants to come and check in on you, but he doesn’t want to invade your personal space. He’ll probably have to psych himself up a few times, sitting on the living room couch, planning what he’s going to say to you.

Of course his carefully prepared words promptly evaporate when you come out and sit next to him on the couch. But that’s okay, because now he doesn’t have to say anything when you lean against him

The hyungs always want to hug him, so it must cheer you up too right? He’ll even let you squish his cheeks if you want.

Okay, so that's my best attempt at fluffy silly stuff. Just in case it sucked, here is a cute video of Felix:

You can get your own Emergency Support Koala here. I know that sounds like an ad, but it's not. I just found them while I was looking for inspiration and I thought they were super cute.

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