#i mean i love that he's very sentimental and doesnt hold back his tears when he feels like crying

[all-i-do-is-live-in-daydreams]

Rewatched The Avengers and took notes the entire time. Many of them having to do with Loki. Please enjoy.

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"I am loki of asgard and I am burdened with glorious purpose" it sounds like something that was put into his mind, repeated to him over and over.

the other says the words "who (thanos) gave you ancient knowledge and new PURPOSE."

his whole spiel that he goes on about freedom could've possibly also been said to him by whoever (the Other) got into his mind and tortured him. or it's the mind stone affecting him and it's the mind stone's message to loki or whoever holds/uses it (could definitely be wrong here. just a thought)

I think people are right when they say he purposefully lost

it's made even more obvious in the scene -with The Other- at the end of their interaction that Loki has been tortured and put through immense pain. I mean he was bending over in pain and was struggling and he also looks very sick when he first shows up. TORTURED.

BRO IT'S CRAZY THOR EVEN ASKS HIM "WHO SHOWED YOU THIS POWER" AND "WHO CONTROLS THE WOULD-BE KING" BUT AFTER THAT IT'S NEVER BROUGHT UP AGAIN HE NEVER DELVES INTO IT AND WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS BROTHER IM GOING CRAZY

THE WAY LOKI HAS TEARS IN HIS EYES DURING HIS AND THOR'S CONFRONTATION IN THE AVENGERS WHEN THE CAMERA TURNS TO HIM AFTER THOR SAYS FOR HIM TO COME HOME THE LOOK ON HIS FACE BEFORE HE GOES BACK TO A SCOFFING LAUGH

WENT FROM BEING SAD TO LAYGHING I FORGOT THIS SCENE. STARK JUST RAMS INTO THOR TAKING HIM AWAY AFTER HE'S TOLD LOKI TO "LISTEN WELL BROTHER" AND LOKI AND HIS SARCASTIC ASS "I'm listening."

when did thor learn loki was working with the chitauri?? I guess a scene they didnt share during their interaction

not a note on loki but on steve. it always bugged me the way he was about orders and shit when in his own movies he's the exact opposite. he was the rule breaker the one who stopped following orders. the only reason for him to be this way I think is maybe it's because he's just got out of the ice at this point this is new and he doesnt want to rock the boat too much. I'm not sure how well that applies tho

Tom Hiddleston's acting gets me every time he's fucking fabulous my god i love him sm

I want to make out with him aggressively (loki)

phil coulson I would die for you

back to the I believe the people that say loki wanted them to win. stark is talking about how loki made it personal (killing phil) he's saying it's to tear them apart but no. it's like what fury did with the cards. it brought them together. it's the reason they were even able to win. and it's easily disguised as what stark interprets it as by them and the people controlling Loki.

on that note again. "and you've managed to piss off every single one of them." and then loki, "that was the plan." YES IT WAS

IMCRYING OMFJ "This usually works." WHEN TRYING TO CONTROL TONY 😭😭😭

THE LITTLE THINGS I NEVER NOTICED BEFORE. THOR AND LOKI ARE FIGHTING AGAIN AT STARK TOWER AND THOR IS TRYING TO GET THROUGH TO HIM AND IT LOOKS LIKE IT DOES AFFECT LOKI FROM THE LOOK ON HIS FACE BUT THEN HE STABS THOR AND MAKES TAHT COMMENT ABOUT SENTIMENT BUT !! BUT HE'S CRYING !!!!! A TEAR LITERALLY FALLS FROM HIS EYE !!

Ik he got blown up right after but loki was so hot when he caught that arrow and then leaned back with that smirk on his face

AND HE ALSO GOT SMASHED AROUND BY HULK 😭😭I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT GHAT IT'S SO FUCKING FUNNY ESPECIALLY THE LITTLE WHIMPER HE LETS OUT 😭

more on the loki wanted them to win. erik was conscious enough when being controlled to create a safety feature when building the portal and everything

I don't get how people would blame the avengers for the destruction when all of it wouldve happened either way and most of them would be dead if the avengers werent there. ALSO it was a WAR maybe not a normal one but a war nonetheless. when has there EVER been a war without destruction? answer, NEVER EVER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER

cant see loki with that thing over his mouth without thinking if the scene in endgame when it's revealed it was be cause he wouldnt shut up. I think it's so funny he was literally waging war on earth after everything with thanos and then when he's had his ass handed to him he just goes back to his little annoying shenanigans 😭 like turning into cap and mocking him. he's such a funny little guy I love him

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END.

[thaliasthunder]

grecia reading The Trials of Apollo #3: the burning maze

*eyes bloodshot and swiping her nose w her sleeve* oh boy this was a nightmare

Grover misses my baby boy percy me too boi 😔

THE EMPEROR IS CALIGULA WHAT THE FUCK

PIPER HI SWEETHEART

piper worrying about leo my sweet children <3

oh piper & jason broke up?- oh okay okay 👁

piper my love girl hugging meg and giving her a kiss on her forehead i cant cry this enough😭

omg ong piper using her charmspeak as if nothing: gaslight gatekeep gIRLBOSS

apollo thinking piper reminds him of aphrodite when she's mad <3

omg they're gonna go to find my thunder boy jason !! :3

WAAAAHHH JASON HI BABY I MISSED U 😭 HE'S USING HIS GLASSES 😭

thalia's pic on jason's wall ahh i love my thunder children 😌⚡

APOLLO SAYING HE ALREADY FLIRTED W THALIA WHILE BEING SIBLINGS KDFJFJDSK NAO PUEDE SERR 💀💀💀

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ONE HAS TO DIE

“Promise me one thing. Whatever happens, when you get back to Olympus, when you’re a god again, remember. Remember what it’s like to be human.” bro don't do this to me

jason & apollo's brothers moment <33

'"Im furious." "Oh." "Furious, but also empathetic." "Right."' what am i gonna do with these two 😭

apollo explaining to meg that maybe she's reflecting her anger to someone else.... dude this saga gets more into psychological stuff i love it honestly...

jason complimenting meg my sweet myopic thunder boy i love him sm <3

“Aphrodite pushed me into thinking I was…that I needed to…” .........my bestie can u please explain what exactly do you mean here? 👁

i never thought i'd see a god threatening to kill himself in order to safe his mortal friends oh gods apollo ily <\333

"This idiot cant even kill himself right!" skdjdf u really had to say this didnt u 💀

my thunder boy making a mega explosion how powerful <3

jason appearing thru the smoke with his sword on his hand such an entrance for my thunder son >:)

oh piper looks baddass all wrecked up and mad we love to see it >:))

WHAT TEB ACTQUL FUDK DID JUST HAPPEN???????¿¿¿????????¿¿¿¿¿¿???

NONONONONOOOOO TEMPEST GO BACK GO BACK FOR HIM

AH TEMPEST BROUGHT MY THUNDER BOY FUCK YES

HE'S STILL DE*D, FUCK NONONONO ¿$¡¿%#¡¿#*%!

apollo & meg's conversation in the car...... smiling thru my tears rn

"Her fury in combat had been rivaled only by the tenderness with which she spoke of her brother." I CANT STAND THIS ANYMORE

Απολλων = apollon

apollo cupping his face w his hands after the verse mentioned hyacinthus <\3 i love it sm that he's very sentimental <3

'“Meg,” I said, “can you attach yourself to the wall?” “Do I look like Spider-Man?” JFKFKSKFK 💀😭

"I wondered, not for the first time, why we Greek deities had never created a god of family therapy" this is a good question tho 😭😭

PIPER MY LOVE GIRL IS BACK

'“One good stab in the back deserves another.” Piper kissed Medea on the cheek. “I’d tell you to say hello to Jason for me, but he’ll be in Elysium. You…won’t.”' GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS

'"Hail the Meg, daughter of the creator!" "Hail satyr!" cute

im gonna fucking rip my neck my boy jason is in a FUCKING COFFIN OH GOD GET HIM TF OUT OF IT WAKE HIM UP WITH A ELECTRIC SHOCK OR SOMETHING

piper cut her hair choppier and she kinda looks like my thunder girl thalia i will cry <\3

PIPER AND LEO CRYING NO STOP THIS NOW

"I would be apollo. I would remember" ah gods <\3 <3

grecia reading The Trials of Apollo #1: the hidden oracle

first impression: the covers of this saga look actually dope

"My name is apollo. I used to be a god" hi sweetheart

"I inflicted a plague on the Greeks who besieged Troy." can u shut the fuck up

WHO TF IS LAST-NAMED PAPADOPOULOS IM CRYING 💀💀

A four thousand year old god being afraid of a 12y.o girl? this is amazing

“I know someone who might help. He lives on the Upper East Side. Take me to him, and I shall reward you.” let it be who i'm thinking of please 😭😭😭

"Zeus did not answer. He was probably too busy recording my humiliation to share on Snapchat." Help me 💀💀

“Let’s find Percy Jackson.”' WAAAAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭

"For children blessed with an immortal parent, they were strangely sensitive about their backgrounds." this bitch didnt just say blessed

"the young man swung open the apartment door and said, “Why?” As usual, I was struck by his resemblance to his father, Poseidon. He had the same sea-green eyes, the same dark tousled hair, the same handsome features that could shift from humor to anger so easily." PERCY MY BELOVED SON, MY FIRSTBORN HI BABY BOY 😭😭😭😭😭

"sacred sybil" ??? "Are u cursed?" what the actual fuck apollo 😭😭

“The war ended in August. It’s January.” percy is 17 im gonna fucking SOB 😭

sally finally got to write her book <333

"He smiled, and some of that old demigod mischief twinkled in his eyes." STOP 😭😭😭

“Some of the best demigods have gotten their start by blowing up toilets.” *sobs in the lightning thief* 🤧

"I did not like the way she was grinning at Percy. I didn’t want the girl to develop a crush. We might never get out of here" LMFAO everyone falls in love with my boy i know he's so gorgeous he's stunning he's mesmerizing 😭

Because Poseidon 😭

“I keep thinking, I have now killed every single thing in Greek mythology. But the list never seems to end.” “You haven’t killed me yet” “Don’t tempt me.” percy is so done w apollo's shit 💀

"The calmness of his eyes, the smile resting easily on his lips, the way his hair curled around his ears…" oh? look at that! im sobbing!

"crotchkicker mccaffrey" I CACKLED

WAAAAAAAAHH NICO HI MY BABY 😭

significant annoyance

"they were so cute together it made me feel desolate" istg 😭😭

not paolo's arms JFJKFKS 💀💀💀

"She's a communist!" JFKFKDJF THIS CSNT BE REAL 💀

apollo sayin' gay relationships w gods can also have children might be the best thing i've read

MY CHILDREN KAYLA AND AUSTIN ARE MISSING WHAT

paolo got his leg sewed for god's sake 💀

will being a doctor in charge and nico his little nurse this is good food

rachel elizabeth dare my redhead beloved so pleased to see u again !! <3

rachel jealous over apollo having more oracles bestie pls 😭

apollo using meg's rings as a necklace </3

apollo's thoughts about daphne in the woods oh the poetic tragedy of a lost love <\3

"rhea's laugh reminded me of a piglet with asthma" HELP ME??💀💀

who's the emperors??? nero??? caligula??? commodus?? TELL ME

OH IT'S NERO

apollo's melancholy singing for daphne & hyacinthus <\333

'“Sing. Sing like you did before" "I—I can’t. My voice is almost gone.” Besides, I thought, I don’t want to risk losing you again.' man dont do this to me 😭😭😭

"I love the Internet! It is impossible for me to fade completely now. I am immortal on Wikipedia!” i DID SEARCH THIS DUDE, sorry apollo 💀💀

MEG WHAT DID YOU DO

"Artemis shot me in the groin because I was flirting with her Hunters." JDFKDFK GO BESTIE💀

"I stared at my beloved Dumpster waif. Yes, somehow over the past week she had become beloved to me." awe 🤧

The dryads & zephyros helping apollo in the woods <3

"Will, Kayla, Austin. Come with me" "And Nico. I have a doctor's note" boi ur doctor's note only consist on being by will's side 😭😭

WAAAAAAAHHH MY OCEAN BABY BOY IS HERE 😭😭

"I wanted to flirt with Chiara and steal her away from Damien…or perhaps steal Damien away from Chiara, I wasn’t sure yet." this dude is so painfully bisexual it kills me 😭

percy & rachel together again it's been so long since i read them interact <3

MY FIRE BOY AND MY GIRL ARE BACKKKK 🔥🌿

they're beating the shit out of my boy leo 💀💀

"When they first saw each other, Percy and Calypso had hugged awkwardly. I hadn’t witnessed such a tense greeting since Patroclus met Achilles’s war prize, Briseis. (Long story. Juicy gossip. Ask me later.)" DUDE YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME

"piece of torta" help. also my water boi & fire boi giving each other a high five 😭

apollo, leo & calypso walking together to the amphitheater <3

more of my reviews & reactions of the rrverse books here: percy jackson & the olympians, the heroes of olympus, RRverse mini stories

[moodymelanist]

omg hc idea with gwynriel, where gwyn is really drunk cuz she got back from rita’s with the girls but everyone left already and this is before gwyn and az are like a couple and she’s talking complete nonsense but azriel finds her and is very concerned and tries to help take her to her dorms so she doesnt like fall but while they’re walking gwyn accidentally reveals her feelings towards az

also ps: i really love these thanks for blessing this fandom with your work, appreciate it alot 🥰🥰

omg thank you so much for the kind words, I’m having so much fun writing these and even more fun seeing everyone’s reactions 🥰🥰🥰

okay so modern college au. azriel’s POV. I refuse to believe they’d leave Gwyn behind so I took some liberties with this prompt but I hope you enjoy besties!

Azriel wasn’t expecting Gwyn to be so drunk when he arrived at Rita’s to take her home. He waited outside for a few minutes so he wouldn’t have to pay the cover, and eventually Cassian emerged with Nesta, Gwyn, Emerie, and Mor in tow.

“Azriel!” Gwyn squealed. She almost tripped over herself in her haste to give him a hug, but he managed to catch her in time. “You’re here!”

“Yup,” he said. He awkwardly patted her back as she squeezed her arms around him.

Azriel had been getting a late night snack after working on a paper when Cassian had texted asking if he could take Gwyn home. Cassian would have his hands full trying to wrangle Nesta, Emerie, and Mor back safely to his and Mor’s shared apartment, so Azriel hadn’t minded stepping in. He and Gwyn lived in the same apartment building, so it wasn’t like she was out of the way.

Cassian waved in Azriel’s direction before he started walking away towards wherever he’d parked. Nesta was on Cassian’s back piggy-back style and was sloppily pressing kisses onto his neck, which he didn’t seem to mind one bit. Emerie and Mor were giggling as they supported each other, stopping frequently to feel each other up.

“You’re so pretty,” Gwyn said, giggling. Azriel looked down at where she still had her arms wrapped around him in surprise.

“Uh… thank you?” he said hesitantly. She giggled again before stepping back from him, but he made sure to keep an arm firmly around her shoulders so she wouldn’t run off on him. Nesta and Cassian had both complained on several occasions that Gwyn liked to run off when she got drunk, and Azriel valued his life too much to risk losing Gwyn and having to explain it to Nesta.

“I know I’m not supposed to say guys are pretty or whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes to let him know what she thought of that sentiment, “But you’re definitely the prettiest out of you and your brothers.”

Azriel didn’t know what to do under all this scrutiny from Gwyn, especially when she was complimenting his looks. She was way too out of his league to be saying these kinds of things, so he decided to try and deflect. “Don’t let Rhys hear you say that.”

“Rhys, Smhys,” she said as they slowly started walking to where he’d parked about a block away. He made sure not to go too fast since she was wearing heels and was definitely still drunk. “You’ve always been my favorite.”

“Really?” he asked, surprised. He was used to being in the background considering how loud Cassian was and how much Rhys loved being the center of attention. To hear her dismiss his brother so easily wasn’t something he was used to; everyone swooned over Rhys.

“Really really,” she said, giggling again. “I’m not just saying that. I mean it.”

They managed to reach his car and he helped her get into the passenger seat, making sure to strap her in before jogging around to the drivers side. It was a short drive back to their building, but Gwyn seemed to have other plans.

“Can we stop at McDonald’s?” she asked, her voice just on the edge of a whine. “I’m hungry.”

“Do you have McDonald’s money?” he asked, half-joking.

He knew he’d fucked up when he looked over at her and saw her eyes were filled with unshed tears, and then she was full on crying next to him.

“I — just — wanted — fries,” Gwyn sobbed, hiccuping between her words.

Not wanting to make it worse, Azriel relented quickly. He really needed to work on talking to women if he wanted a chance with her. “Okay, okay, we can get fries.”

He awkwardly patted her on the shoulder before changing course to the 24/7 McDonald’s a few minutes away. She only really stopped crying once she was munching on a large fry, and he held in his sigh of relief as they eventually made their way to the parking garage of their building.

“Can you walk?” he asked as he parked.

“My feet hurt,” she whined. “Can you carry me?”

This time he didn’t hold in his sigh. He liked Gwyn a lot, but dealing with drunk people wasn’t his favorite thing in the world. “What apartment are you in?”

“I’m on the fourth floor,” she told him.

“So am I,” he said, relieved that he wouldn’t have to walk so far to his own apartment once she was home safely. “I don’t mind carrying you if we’re going to the same place.”

Gwyn smiled brightly and damn if it didn’t transform her entire face into something lovely, even with fresh tear tracks ruining what was left of her makeup. Azriel got out first and made sure to take her keys so she didn’t lose them before bending down to let her climb onto his back.

“You’re my hero,” she said as he walked, nuzzling her face into his neck. She had her heels in one hand and her bag of fries in the other, and he decided to just keep walking until they made it back to her apartment.

“Happy to help,” he said. Inside he his stomach was doing backflips from how close she was to him, especially since he was holding her legs to keep her from slipping off his back.

“I’m serious.” Her breath was warm on his face as she moved to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re being really nice.”

“Am I normally not nice to you?”

“Not as nice as I’d wish you’d be.”

“Ouch, Berdara.”

Gwyn giggled as they got into the elevator. “You’d be nicer if you took me out on a date.”

Azriel froze as the elevator rose to the fourth floor, not quite sure how to respond. She was drunk off her ass and he didn’t want to take advantage of her in the slightest, but what if she was being honest? What if she really did like him back?

“Ask me again when you’re sober,” he said after a minute. He walked off the elevator and found her apartment relatively quickly, used her key to open the door, and gently set her down just inside her living room.

She pouted as she looked at him before munching thoughtfully on a fry. “But I’m asking you now.”

“I’d love to go on a date with you, but you’re drunk,” he replied. His heart was beating hard in his chest as he looked at her and dared to hope she was actually being serious.

“You said yes,” she said, grinning widely. “No takebacksies!”

Azriel sighed again, but it was much more good-natured. He supposed Gwyn just couldn’t help being so adorable when she was drunk, and who was he to ignore a golden opportunity to spend time with his crush? “Alright, Berdara, no takebacksies. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[catxsnow]

IMPOSSIBLE GIFT T.D.

Request: I was wondering if I can request headcanon of Tim Drake who hasnt heard of his best friend also lover (female reader) for days. She never responded back to his messages and calls them eventually checks up on her out of concern (through the window lmao red robin midnight stuffs) only to find that the s/o has been trying to make a handmade necklace present for Tim. Also reader doesnt know Tim swing by since shes asleep on her working table pft..the ending is up to you :) I wish you the best holiday break and for the new years.

Warning: fluff, Christmas 

A/N: Merry Christmas eve! I’m sorry this Christmas ones are so short I’m trying to get them done before the 25th! One more coming tomorrow and then back to regular requests :) 

Word Count: 1.2k 

This GIF is so cute

Tim was an impossible man to shop for.

He was the son of a billionaire, had everything that he could possibly imagine, and never had to think twice about purchasing a luxury item. So, what were you supposed to get someone who could have anything they ever wanted? The only thing that seemed to settle was something that he couldn't buy anywhere.

Something homemade. Sure, the monetary value of it wasn't going to be as much as it could be - but the sentiment value far surpassed any value. Tim always assured you that it was the thought behind the gift more than anything else. Unfortunately, the idea had come to you a little late in the game.

It was only days before Christmas which meant your time to make his gift was slim. Between long hours at work and creating this for him, you barely had any time to see your boyfriend. It was enough to get him worried about you. No calls, very few texts - this wasn't like you in the slightest.

His worry had him messing up on patrol that night. Receiving more punches than he normally would and nearly missing his grappling gun. He couldn't take the worry anymore - not when he was already on your side of the city and could easily go see what was going on with you.

It wasn't the first time that he watched you from the window - not to sound creepy. Whenever there was danger in your neighborhood, Tim always went to go check to make sure that you were safe. Although you were every time, it just made him feel secure.

Perched outside your window that night, he was surprised to see you asleep at your desk. Pliers and metal links were scattered across the surface, obvious evidence that you were making something. As he looked further, he could that the engraved piece of metal had both of your names on it.

Tim couldn't stop the smile from spreading on his face - you had been making his Christmas gift rather than buying it. The idea behind it was adorable and he felt his heart warm at the idea of it. This had been why you were so busy - spending every spare moment to get this done before tomorrow so you could give it to him.

"Love you, baby," Tim whispered, even though he knew that you couldn't hear. He couldn't help but admire you for another moment. Even in such an uncomfortable position, you still managed to look so at peace. Tim nearly broke to stop his patrol to visit you - but he knew it would ruin your surprise.

Quietly, he leaped away from your window and back to the hazardous Gotham life. He knew of the hard work that you were putting into his gift and he couldn't feel more in love because of it. Tim Drake may have made a lot of bad decisions in his life, but you sure as hell weren't one of them.

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"You really like that necklace, huh?" It was weeks after Christmas day and well into the new year. Tim had been ecstatic to receive the gift from you - and even though he knew about what it was he was still shocked at how perfect it was. It meant more to him than anything that he had ever gotten.

Since then, he hadn't taken it off once. Not when he showered, not when he was Red Robin, not when he was taking place as CEO of Wayne Industries. The beautiful chain never left him - even if he risked his identity with your names engraved on it. He couldn't bare to take it off, it meant too much to him.

You toyed with the chain around his neck, fingers hooking underneath it and grazing against his skin. Tim laid shirtless in your bed, a movie playing, though, his undivided attention was on you. One arm wrapped around you, the other tucked behind his head.

It looked good on him. The metal around his neck always seemed to bring his look together - whether it be a simple black tee or a suit for his work. He looked gorgeous with it on. As much as it was a gift for him, it was for you too. Tim looked sexy with it on, and to be honest, it felt as if your handmade necklace was a mark of possession.

At least, Tim thought it to be that way.

"Of course. Anything you make is perfect," Tim pecked your lips. The metal was always cold against his skin, though the reminder of the work you put in just for him always warmed him instead. He watched as the pad of your thumb pressed into the chain that held your names. "I couldn't have asked for anything better."

"You really mean that?" You peered up at him. Your hold on the chain dropped and instead rested on his toned chest. Tim placed his hand over yours, pressing them both into the spot that his heart beat. "You could have a far better version of this, something that looks professional. I wish that-"

"It's perfect, my love," Tim cut you off. It really was, he wasn't just saying that to make you feel better. The necklace was something that he wore for the meaning. It reminded him of the love you have for him, the time you're willing to put into him, how perfect you are. The simple piece of jewelry was worth more than anything else he owned.

"You're perfect," he continued on. Although he was far from ever being as well-grounded as you, you were the one to push him to be better and better each day. He couldn't live without you by his side, not anymore. After years of being together, you were the one person that always managed to remind him of what life was meant to be like.

"I love you, Timmy," you felt your eyes sting with tears. He always managed to make you feel loved, even in the hardest of moments. Tim had his flaws, his moments, hell you've had your fights too. However, at the end of the day, there was no one that could have made you feel more perfect than him.

"I love you more, (Y/N)," Tim kissed you once more. He grabbed onto your hand - your left hand. A smile got caught on his face as he thought about his future with you - a permanent future with you. A future where he could wake up every morning with you in his arms. Where he had more than your necklace to show that he was yours.

"One day, I'm going to give you a piece of jewelry that's going to mean a lot to you too."

[merakiui]

Can you please write yandere Jamie accidently hurting his darling and he doesnt stop until their bone crack

Porcelain (Jamie)

TW: yandere, violence (broken bone), captivity, abuse

The sun hasn’t risen yet, but you’re already up. The stable is dark and cold, and you can feel the chill seep into your numb legs. If it hadn’t been for the subtle creaking of the door, you wouldn’t have realized just how golden of an opportunity this is. In the shadowed room, you stare at the door until your vision darkens. And then it brightens when you blink, and you realize a sliver of the outside world is peeking through a crack in the door. You’re running on a few hours of sleep, but there’s no mistaking the movement.

The door’s unlocked.

Jamie must’ve forgotten about the latch when he came to check on you and the horses last night. He’d said you needed time to think after your outburst. Something about connecting with the horses that whinny and snuffle all around you. It’s a stupid sentiment, but a punishment is a punishment and you can’t fret over what could’ve been done to prevent it. All you can focus on is the present and the stable door that sways weightlessly in the harsh wind.

You grasp the coil of the prickly rope and tug, but it doesn’t budge. Your nails have been cut down to the skin, courtesy of Jamie, so they’re of no use. Ever since he brought you into the stable, you’ve felt more like an animal and less like a human. Perhaps it’s the way he treats you, so calm and deliberate even when you’re glaring and spewing harsh words. He’ll pat you like he does with the horses, stroking your hair and muttering soothing words about how much he wants to bring you back into the farmhouse. The small price for a warm bed and a warm meal is good behavior.

There’s no way you can obey someone who’s got you locked up like an animal. And he expects you to love him in return? As if.

While you feel around on the ground for anything that could be used to cut the rope, the horse in the stall beside you huffs, stomping its hooves against the dirt ground. You make a shushing noise in vain, but it does nothing to stop the mare that’s now wide awake. In no time, the rooster will cry out to welcome another dewy morning and you’ll have to face Jamie. Your hands work at the rope quickly. The more time you spend whittling at it, the less you’ll have to navigate the outdoors.

After what seems like forever, it comes loose and the thick knot unfurls. You sigh out of relief, reminding yourself that the situation could be worse. Luckily, Jamie doesn’t own any chains—not that you know of. You hope he doesn’t have anything stronger because it would just add another layer of difficulty to this mess.

Good riddance to that awful rope, you think, rubbing at your ankle. There’s no doubting the rope burn that smarts under your icy fingertips. It was bound to happen with the amount of time you spent cooped up in the dreary stable. As you stagger to your feet, grimacing at the sudden weight, you’re reminded not to falter. Even pausing to take a breath is time wasted, and so you stumble towards the doors. You consider taking a horse as you pass, but that wouldn’t work in your favor. For one, you hardly know how to mount and steer one, so riding is out of the question. You’d probably get bucked off the minute you try to scramble upon its back.

The sky is in the middle of its transition from eerie night to morning, and you move with stilted vigor. Squinting, you attempt to pick out a hiding spot in case Jamie were to see you from the second story. Your spine is shuddering and you can’t tell if it’s from fear or the cold. Nevertheless, you move forward, passing the chicken coop and eventually coming down the rocky path that leads out into the open pasture. Your only choice is to head towards the corn field on your left, but a simple question is stopping you: Would you rather get lost in a maze of towering green stalks, where the threat of starvation looms, or would you rather run back into the comfort of a cozy house?

It’s torture either way, but you never had much of a choice to begin with.

You’re at the edge of the field, stopping only to catch your breath. How long has it been since you’ve walked such a great distance? The sun breaks over the horizon just as you step into the field, and the rooster cries out its morning wake-up call. Something whizzes past your arm at once, almost scraping it in the process. Your instincts have you on your knees, cowering at whatever might’ve come at you. A thump catches your attention. Lying in the grass is a stone that can’t be any bigger than the cap on a water bottle. Confused, you pick it up, wondering where it came from.

Your gaze trails beyond the rock, focusing on the boy standing in front of the gate. He’s holding a slingshot, a simple warning that incenses your already buzzing nerves. You must’ve woken him up because he’s still in his night clothes, seemingly unfazed by the cold breeze. There’s a tense silence that settles between the two of you, so thick it couldn’t possibly be cut with a knife. You’re relieved he’s still relatively far because you wouldn’t be able to handle whatever mood reflects in his expression.

You open your mouth to say something—an apology or even an excuse—but the words never come. Jamie steps past the threshold, dropping the slingshot, and that’s when you jump to your feet, hoping to make it into the field before he can catch you.

“Ah! Hold on a moment!”

You’ve always been faster than Jamie. Now it’s just a race between desperate fear and sheer willpower. With legs that haven’t been put to work in a while and a pair of lungs that burn with effort, you struggle to pick up speed. One moment you’re navigating through corn and the next you’re falling on your stomach, landing so hard the breath gets knocked out of your windpipe.

“Jamie...” you wheeze, hands scrabbling through dirt to find something to defend yourself with. “You’re crushing me...”

“Sorry about that.” Despite that, he doesn’t get off of you. “I forgot to lock that darned stable.”

“Yeah. I was just—“

“Were you tryin’ to tell me? I appreciate it, but it’s not good if yer gonna escape like a hog drawn to food scraps.”

"I wasn’t trying to escape! I just...wanted to tell you about the lock.”

“Hm.” He moves off of you, a blank expression painting his youthful face. You turn so that you can look at him. Within seconds, a smile blooms. “Of course! A farm ain’t a farm unless you’ve got true grit.”

“R-Right. So let’s pretend this never happened.”

“A horse won’t learn if yer not gonna discipline it when it drinks from the wrong trough. You’ll just escape again, won’t you?”

“That won’t happen. I promise.” Jamie grabs your wrists to steady you as you attempt to get up, effectively pinning you to the ground. Now you’re starting to worry. Why is he dragging this out? If he’s going to punish you, you’d prefer he get it over with. You yelp when he begins to crush your wrists. “Get off of me! It hurts!”

“Sorry.”

Tears gather at the corner of your eyes, and you weakly kick at him. “I said it hurts, you stupid country bumpkin! Can’t you listen?!”

Ah, there’s that nastiness that’s sprouted from fear and hatred. He frowns, catching your leg before it can make contact with his face. Your wrists are released at once, and you flop back on the ground, chest heaving angrily.

“Now that wasn’t very nice of ya. If yer gonna be difficult...” Jamie squeezes your ankle so hard that your vision flickers. “I’ll just have to teach you not to cause trouble. It’d be better for the both of us if you'd behave.”

“Stop... It hurts so—“ You’re shrieking now, writhing underneath him like a salted octopus as your talus is crushed in his hand. Your other leg refuses to move, frozen with shock. The tears are falling freely now as you beg him for mercy. “I’m sorry! I won’t try to escape again! Please, please—“

“Are you sure?”

For a moment, you swear he eases up on the pressure. Frantically, you try to explain yourself, but all that comes out are garbled sobs and sniffles.

“Silence ain’t gonna work...”

And then the pain sharpens to a deadly point, striking every nerve until you can hear the bone snap. Like a wooden board splitting into unforgiving shreds. No matter how much you weep and scream, no one will hear. You can’t even swat at him with your arms; your entire body gives out the moment your ankle shatters. Blinding pain races up your leg, numbing your overheated brain. Jamie’s never heard you scream like that before. He flinches, partly shocked when he notices your gnarled ankle, swelling miserably in his hand.

“Oh! I didn’t mean to do that.” Sometimes he’s not even aware of his own strength. He’d only meant to hold you in place so you wouldn’t kick him, but it seems like he forgot to regulate that boorish strength of his. “It’s okay. Don’t cry.” He swipes at your tears with his thumb, a gentle smile decorating his features. “Yer just a little dinged-up. It’ll heal.”

For once, he forgets all about the fear that had snagged his heart when he noticed you staggering out of the stable and the sadness that had lingered when you insulted him. You probably didn’t mean it, but those words still stung.

“Let’s get you fixed up. You’ll feel better with some rest and a good meal.”

Jamie picks you up, awkwardly trying to hold you in a comfortable position. Your face contorts with the movement as your legs dangle. You don’t even hear him as he mumbles about how sorry he is—how he didn’t intend to break your leg. All you can think about is the pain and the gruesome sound of cracking bone.

Jamie watches you as your consciousness fades in and out. He never realized how fragile you were. Almost like a porcelain plate that’s been kept on the highest shelf. It’s a shame you’ll be unable to walk for a while, but he’ll help you through it all. Although you can’t hear him, it’s a verbalized promise. He regrets his actions—he always does—but a darker part of him remains relieved. At least you won’t run away now, and he’ll be able to keep you in the house where it’s safer.

No more punishments for a few months. A battered leg is punishment enough.

[mythiica]

Imagine the MLQC guys getting a bad case of baby fever and them being all dotting during the pregnancy and all over their child once born

Title: Baby Fever/Doting

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Character: Main 4

Genre: romance with a splash of suggestive

Warnings: a bit spicy, nothing super explicit

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience 

Word Count: each is about 350 words (1400 total)

POV: second person

Other comments: for familial relationships: disclaimer that the game doesnt really elaborate on everyone’s parents, so i had to substitute here and there for the sake of getting to the point! 

Gavin…

had been acting strange the past few weeks. You noticed his behavior when you came to fetch him for lunch and he slammed his computer shut quickly. When Gavin looked up at you, he could not help but smile. “Did you do something different to your hair?” 

          “My hair? I mean I showered before arriving, but no–” 

         He brushes a few stray strands behind your ear as he stands and reaches for his things. His touch lingers longer than usual, making you blush slightly. Your head tips down and Gavin’s hand falls to your waist to hold you close. 

         If you ever try to address it, Gavin simply waves his hand to brush it away. It is not that he wants to keep things from you, he just does not know how to properly address what he is thinking about. 

         However, when the two of you go on a double date with one of your friends, you notice Gavin asking a strange amount of questions about her pregnancy. He seems to finish every other sentence she starts with knowledge he found somewhere on the internet. 

         That evening, Gavin cannot keep his hands off of you as he tears the clothes off your body. His hands slip over your abdomen as he pulls you in front of the full length mirror. Resting his chin on your shoulder, Gavin sways back and forth slightly. His voice is soft: “Do you want my child?”

         Usually Gavin is not this bold and straight to the point, so it catches you off guard. His fingers brush over your wedding ring, and upon your hesitation, Gavin buries his face in your neck and exhales slowly, seemingly moving on from the question as he opts to kiss your skin instead. 

         “Yes.”

         It does not take long for you to fall pregnant, and Gavin is ready to take nine months off from work just to ensure nothing happens to you. (Of course, you protest this and Gavin instead comes home earlier to spend more time with you.) 

         Once the two of you do have the baby – a beautiful boy that loves clinging to Gavin’s finger – he is painfully protective over both you and your son. Gavin loves nothing more than having you surprise him at work by bringing the baby to his office for a visit. 

Victor…

is painfully obvious about wanting a child. He leaves magazines open on the kitchen table and claims he was doing some “light reading” earlier. Furthermore, when the two of you visit his extended family, Victor’s grandmother is always quick to ask when she should start making clothes for babies. 

         The question always flusters you – both you and Victor agreed to focus on your companies for a while before properly considering expanding your family. For whatever reason, a particular interaction with his grandmother made Victor think more deeply about it. 

         “Do you think we should try?” he asks one evening. Victor had been working on some files regarding company stocks, but when you look up, you realize that he has closed his computer and is facing you. The sun pours in from the windows behind him, so you cannot see Victor’s exact expression. 

         “Try…?”

         He swallows and stands up to take a seat next to you. “For a family–” 

         The question takes your breath away, and Victor slowly pulls the notepad from your hands, lowering his nose until it brushes against your jaw. Victor’s free hand finds your waist to pull you closer to him. His cologne washes over you, and you melt against his chest with a smile. “Yes Victor, I do…” 

         As the words roll off your tongue, Victor hitches your skirt up, ready to make due on his proposal. You did not expect the initial so called ‘try’ to take place on the leather couch in his office. (You are not complaining though.)

         Victor claims that you carry the baby well, even though you are not sure there is a bad way to be pregnant. He only says it to tease you, but his comments are quickly followed with a swift kiss to the cheek, forehead, or nose, depending on what he is feeling up to that moment. 

         The child is born, healthy and beautiful, and Victor promises his daughter the world. He loves brushing her hair down gently and tickling her tiny feet, just to hear her adorable laugh. Victor dotes over the both of you, often showing his affection through gifts. 

Kiro…

is away on a trip when he starts sending you pictures of baby animals– mainly kittens and puppies, which you find mildly funny, but he follows the conversation by telling you he has something important to ask upon arriving home. 

         This worries you a bit, only because Kiro rarely says foreboding things like this. However, he calms your nerves by telling you that it is nothing bad, it is just better said in person. 

         You wait for him in the airport, but Kiro comes up from behind you to pick you up. He smells like chocolate, so you know that he has been sneaking treats on the plane, but you kiss him regardless. Kiro nuzzles against your scarf, happy to be home, and the two of you cuddle close in the car ride home. 

         Kiro tells you about his trip and admits that he got a bit distracted occasionally because he was waving at babies. 

         “Kiro, you know what that means, don’t you?”

         He blinks at you. 

         “I’ve been thinking about it too…”

         At this, Kiro exhales slowly and smiles, happy that you feel the same. Since he has been away for some time, he is quick to pull you close to him the moment the two of you arrive home. Kiro praises your beauty and warmth as he sheds your clothes carefully, saying that he missed you dearly while he was gone. You remedy his longing and any other ideas by worshiping him. 

         And when you do become pregnant, Kiro insists on recording the experience for future reference (it always makes you laugh when he refers to it as that). He fantasizes about how your child will look, contemplates possible names, and helps design a perfect nursery. 

         Kiro’s daughter is born, and he is constantly taking pictures of the two of you. He wants to capture every moment of her childhood and keep it safe. Kiro cherishes his angels and wants the best for them, often staying up late just to watch her sleep. 

Lucien…

         Catches your hand when you bring him lunch one afternoon. He always gets sentimental when you visit during the day, primarily because he loves seeing you, but this time it is a bit different. 

         “Is something wrong?” 

         Lucien cups your hand over his cheek and he shakes his head. “Your hands are very kind. I… would like a child that has kind hands like yours.” 

         You laugh at this, surprised by his comment, but it had been something the two of you discussed greatly over the past few weeks. Lucien has an obvious soft spot for children, and you know he will make a wonderful father. 

         He stands from his desk, white lab coat sweeping around him. Now, he clutches your hands together and looks deep into your eyes. “Do you want a baby?”

         “Yes, Lucien.” 

         You did not mean yes in that exact moment, but Lucien kisses you deeply and pulls you back to sit in his lap, his lips flying across your neck as he searches for the spot that makes you melt. Nuzzling against Lucien, you lift a hand to pull on his hair, just enough to catch his attention. 

         “You’ve been waiting for me to stop by to do this, haven’t you?”

         Sly devil he is, Lucien only smirks against your jaw and sucks sharply at your skin, making you moan. 

         During your pregnancy, Lucien is very confident, making jokes about how they were conceived in his office of all places. Deep down, he cares greatly for you and his child, leading him to take more days off just to have lazy mornings with you. He insists on the gender being a surprise as well. 

         Lucien is in love with his son the moment he is born. Upon holding the crying baby, Lucien rocks him gently and smiles joyfully, happy and proud of you. He loves having the little one sleep on his chest so he can feel the tiny thunders of the child’s heart, and Lucien always comments how the two of you have the same nose. Nothing can keep him from trying to teach the baby to speak at a few weeks old, but he will continue to try even if his son only babbles back. 

[ravens-rambling]

It’s time Thomas stops running

A/N: Hey so I got inspired randomly and wrote this. I’m not even sure if this is cannonly how it went down in the au but I was thinking of Spiderverse’s Peter and how he was scared to have kids with MJ, so he ran. Again not sure if this is something Thomas would actually do or not but idk. Also, I just realized this is my first fic with the perspective of Thomas! Would you look at that! Hopefully, I got MJ’s character right XD 

Spiderverse Au belongs to @sugarglider9603 and @ask-spiderverse-virgil

summary: Thomas ran. He's run before and now he’s doing it again. He can’t help it, but last time...last time it ended a friendship. A relationship. And now he’s worried that once again he’ll ruin it. Can one of his sons calm him down enough to face his fears? Or will he run until he can’t run anymore... and find that once again he is alone? 

WC: 2,49

ships: uuhhh idk what the ship name for Thomas and MJ is so yeah, Platonic LAMP, mentions of RED 

warnings: Crying, hurt/comfort, mentions of anxiety attacks, mentions of breakup, 

Tag List: @punsterterry @frostedlover @stormcrawler75 @mutechild @mycatshuman @panicattheeverywhere15 @thewinterbookqueen @analogical-mess   @saddestlittlebabe

Oh, he screwed up, he screwed up badly. Now he’s screwed up a lot of things in his life. Let’s…not go down that gigantic list. The point is right here, right now, he messed up. And he’s not sure if he can fix it this time.

It’s been an issue for a while now if he had to be honest. It’s why his previous boyfriend broke up with him really. But recently it was brought up again and he’s not ready to face it yet again. He’s just not. Sure he has more of a support group going for him this time. But that just means there is more on the line.

More to be scared about. More to worry.

What is the thing he’s oh so worried about?

MJ wants to have a kid.

Now, now, he knows what you’re thinking. Oh, won’t that be good? That would mean taking it to the next step right? MJ loves you that much that he wants to share the love you two have.

That’s not the point.

The point is…is that he’s Spiderman. He’s a hero.

Which means he has a lot of villains that would love to hurt him and anybody he cares about. Also…hes not sure he’s ready for that.

If he had to be honest with himself…he's scared. Scared that he won’t make a good father. Scared that he screwed it up and hurts the kid or MJ, even more than he has right now of course. Scared that this kid would be dragged into his problems. Scared for so so many things.

He’s not sure he can take that on.

Now, of course, he does have well, sort of, four kids now. But he’s trained them well they know how to handle themselves if push comes to shove. But this kid? This kid would be defenseless. This kid won’t know anything about defending itself. MJ, on the other hand, …well he’s MJ he knows full well how to take care of himself. But would he be able to defend their kid if something happens and he can’t get there in time?

He’s not sure…

Now he is not doubting MJ at all. He is strong. Stronger than Thomas could ever dream of being. He has dealt with so much over his life that it puts Thomas’s life to shame. That’s not his worry his worry is the fact that his enemies are supervillains which means they have powers.

No matter how strong MJ is he isn’t superpowered strong.

And heaven forbid if something happens to MJ and their kid? Oh… He doesn’t know if he can take it. It would crush him. Worse than losing the kiddos. Worse than losing himself. He just…can't do that. He can’t risk that.

So what did he do? He ran.

Just like the last time this happened. He ran with his tail between his legs and didn’t look back.

Go on you can say it, he knows it, he’s a coward. A coward that is too scared to face the music. A coward who always runs. A coward who can’t even face his emotions. All he does is run. Run from bad guys. Run from love. Run from a slim chance at a happy life for him. Run from a family.

The last guy he was with…didn’t like that. He didn’t like that he ran and kept running. No… He got tired eventually and kissed their relationship goodbye.

That’s what’s gonna happen with the two right? MJ will realize he is tired of running after him, tired of making sacrifices for a guy that’s not worth the trouble, and finally, move on. Maybe it’s for the best… Maybe…this love thing won’t work out, in the end, no matter what he does…

Yeah… Maybe not…

Thomas glanced down to his phone with another sigh, the same ringtone he has for MJ filling the night air. He breathed out as he ran a hand through his hair and looked back out to the city lights, ignoring it.

Eventually, he’ll get tired of chasing after him…

Eventually-

“There you are.”

With dark, tired, almost teary eyes he looked over his shoulder to see the familiar figure of a white dressed teen with his hoodie up… Virgil…

Maybe he’ll get tired of him eventually too, right?

Maybe he’ll realize he isn’t such a good mentor or dad figure… Maybe they all will realize that someday. Cause that’s what he is… A disappointment.

“Dude? Dude, Earth to Thomas.”

Thomas jumped as he blinked and suddenly Virgil was a lot closer than before but he still kept his distance, thankfully. Slowly Virgil smiled and walked closer to him, and even more slowly took a seat beside him his feet dangling off the edge.

And with that, he took off his mask letting the hood fall down and looked over to Thomas with a small smile his hair all over the place and a worried look in his dark brown eyes, “What’s up, dad? MJ is pretty worried after you stormed off. Well, actually that’s an understatement more like frantically calling between all our phones and yelling our ears off when we pick up.”

His heart pricked with worry and anger at himself at hearing how frantic MJ is. He’s never like that even when he isn’t home after a few nights…

Yeah… A runner…

“It’s just…” He sighed and looked back towards the city breathing in and out. Virgil was silent as he gathered up his thoughts. Thankfully he didn’t look at him as he did so simply looking out at the city as well. They sat there for a few minutes enjoying the silence. Until Thomas broke it again.

“You know I love you guys right?”

“Yeah? Like kids yes we know.”

“Do… Do you know why I broke it off with my last boyfriend?”

“He wasn’t good enough for you?”

“No… No that wasn’t it… Not at all…”

He took a shaky breath. Guess he’ll have to actually say it. He’s never really talked about this, not to a single soul…

“The reason was…he wanted to have kids… A-And I got scared. I got scared cause I knew the risks and I wasn’t ready. I’m still not…”

“And MJ wanted that? To have kids?”

“Yeah… That’s what he wanted to talk about. He thought we could adopt. Even showed me some pictures of these cute kids from that nice orphanage but it just… I’m still not ready, Virgil. I don’t think I’ll ever be. And that’s not fair for MJ. He deserves better he deserves-”

“Now I’m gonna stop you right there, dad.”

The serious tone of the teen made Thomas whip towards him. He’s never heard Virgil this serious before. And oh boy the spark that went through the kid's eyes. Yep, he’s deadly serious.

“First off, self-deprecation is my thing. Don’t go stealing my thing. Second off, this is MJ. He will understand more than you know trust me, okay? He’s not like the last guy. If you are serious about never wanting kids MJ will never leave you just for that, you got it? MJ isn’t like that and never will be. Third off, who says you won’t be a good dad? I mean you have four teens right? And yes,” He cut off Thomas as he opened his mouth, “with you being a superhero and everything there are even more risks. But honestly… Thomas,” His eyes grew teary at this one and he breathed out.

“You are the best dad anybody can ask for. You are the best boyfriend anybody can ask for. Most importantly,” He paused at this and smiled reaching forward to touch Thomas’s leg, “You are the best friend anybody could ask for.”

Oh… Oh dear…

Before Thomas could even help it or realize what he was doing he started crying hard. Tears tore down his cheeks. And before he could stop himself he lunged at Virgil his arms wrapping around the thin male as he sobbed harshly.

“There, there dad. It’s gonna be alright. Oh and I forgot to mention, this kid, they won’t have just you and MJ protecting them. They will have all four of us, I’m sure even Dolion, Remy, and Emile, will be on their asses if they so much as touch your kid. Understand?”

That made Thomas cry even harder. All his fears all his worries Virgil just presented on the table and he cleared through every one of them. He didn’t know where his son got so intelligent but oh boy was it something. Even he was impressed…

Yeah… He was impressed with his son.

They spent what felt like hours up on that tall building the background of the city and his cries the only thing that filled the air. Virgil holding him the entire time even rocking them gently and playing with Thomas' hair to ground him… Just like what he does during one of Virgil’s attacks…

Until finally his sobs quieted down until it was just hiccups. Very slowly he started breathing back to his normal self again.

“You okay there?”

“Y-Yeah… Sorry for crying on you.”

“Hey, 'tis payback for all the times I’ve cried on you. So we’re good now.”

Thomas chuckled as he drew away from their hug grimacing as he saw all the tears and snot on Virgil’s outfit, “Sorry about that. I’ll do the laundry this time.”

Virgil looked down and chuckled waving his hand, “No, it’s fine dad. I’m serious. Also, your laundry detergent isn’t very good anyways. I’ll take at least three loads to get this out if I leave it to you.”

“Yep… Sounds about right,” He laughed as he wiped his eyes then sighed again.

“Thank you, Virge… For all of that… It meant a lot to me.”

“Yeah, sure whatever. Don’t tell Roman I got all sentimental I’ll never hear the end of it. Now,” He put back on his mask as he stood up. Thomas glanced up to see him extending a hand and though he couldn’t see his lips he could tell he was smiling.

With his own smile, he took it and stood up.

“You have a boyfriend to talk to,” And with that, he did his signature two-fingered wave and ran off the side of the building. Thomas watched as he slingshotted through the night air.

He supposes he does…

With new found energy in his eyes, he put on his mask and started making his way towards MJ's place. Though before he does he's got to make one detour…

Once he got to his door he breathed out a nervous breath. Would MJ be angry at him for just leaving quickly like that? Would he forgive him for just bailing? Oh, maybe this was a mistake… Maybe-

The door opened and his heart skipped a beat as he saw the familiar orange curls and his freckled face, though his heart stopped for a completely other reason when he saw the tear stains going down that same freckled cheeks.

“Thomas! Oh god. I was so worried,” And before Thomas could even take a breath again he was practically tackled to the floor in a hug and his eyes pricked with tears once again, “Don’t ever do that again! I thought you were mad at me! Or worse that you got hurt somewhere since you weren’t answering any of our calls. Oh god were you hurt? Please tell me you weren’t hurt. Oh god-”

“MJ. MJ, I’m fine I promise,” Thomas chuckled.

“Good… Okay… You don’t look like your injured… Yeah…” Now he was backing up from the hug tears still coming down. Then he huffed and smacked his arm playfully and gently.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For making me worry you selfish little prick! I thought you were angry at me and never coming back. God… Thomas, I thought I would never see you again…”

And if that didn’t break Thomas' heart he didn’t know what would. He felt like his heart was bleeding as he gulped.

“Well… Virgil helped me… And… We have something to discuss… Well, a lot of things but first…” He showed the huge flower bouquet that was hidden behind his back, it was covered with different colors of roses. All the colors of the rainbow. He smiled as he waited for the others reaction as he mumbled, “This is for making you worried. I’m sorry.”

MJ gasped loudly and started crying even harder which caused Thomas to suddenly get worried all over again.

“No, wait! You're not supposed to cry! Why are you crying? Do you not like it? I can return it! I just thought-”

“Shut up you gay disaster and kiss me.”

“Wait what-”

Before he could finish his sentence lips smacked against his with a loud thud noise. Thomas slowly closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around MJs waist. They leaned into each other as the kiss ticked by. And slowly all the tension and nervousness that engulfed Thomas bones just a moment ago evaporated just like that. MJ wasn’t mad with him.

He came chasing after him…

And just as soon as the kiss started it ended and they both looked at each other their eyes sparkling with energy for each other. And they smiled and giggled.

“Okay, pretty boy get inside so we can talk and so I can put these roses in a vase. I’m sure the neighbors would love to hear more of our little conversation.”

“Yeah… That sounds lovely.”

With that MJ took Thomas free hand and led him inside. They certainly did have a lot to talk about, but Thomas wasn’t as scared or worried about it as before. He felt a certain calm through his body as he stepped into the house and closed the door.

Yeah...He's not running again.

“Did he go in?”

“Yes, Roman, he went in.”

“He did? Yay! I was so worried about him.”

“Yes, Pat you won’t shut up about it. Can we please get out of this bush now? Roman, you are on top of me.”

“Oh, hush nerd. You complain too much.”

“Now now boys don’t argue. Yes, Lo-Lo we can leave now.”

“Thank god.”

As the two teens left one grumbling while the other yelled at him the pastel wearing teen paused in his tracks.

“Virge?”

“Yeah?”

“Nice work. I knew you could do it.”

“Thanks, Pat.”