#i thought hed quip back

[cannibalsrider]

Thinking about how Atsumu an ex-girlfriend hairstylist! reader who does his hair every time he needs a touch-up with his blonde and his way of fucking with her every appointment "Thank you I really hate it (y/n)" and she'd just spray him with water because she was just done with his yapping that day since it was always a bit before certain games for the jackals sometimes refusing payment from him and making him pay her in shots when they went out drinking together "y'know if you "hate it" every time maybe ill just start having to charge you every time you mention me frying your hair off in first year" she snickered at the memory of a frantic Atsumu who cried about her making his hair all rubbery when they had been teens "don't remind me of y'er mistake it almost ruined my whole look" hed grumble as you brushed the stray hairs off his neck from the hair trim he'd gotten "samu bullied me for ages while it grew back I swear you n him must have been in cahoots to destroy my chance with the ladies!" he added in a dramatic tone "who do you think I am some Fyodor Dostoyevsky ploting to burn all of the city down just to spite you?" id ask with a huff as I took off the cape around his neck "who knows maybe you'll destroy all of tokyo with some lemon shaped explosive" he had quipped back she hadn't even remembered the last time they had made references to bungou stray dogs since she had forced him to start in in exchange that she'd come to whatever game of his he had decided "would not at all but now come on lets go get something to eat before sakusa-san comes in for his appointment later" she responded flicking his head as she grabbed her bag the look in his eyes almost reminded her of highschool again making her want to turn into putty at his pout god somehow it felt like torture standing there as if I was a love riddled teen again for Miya Atsumu it was never over the constant its just one night to get rid of stress from the week but it never was that the drunken mistakes each time It happened making me want to fall in love with him all over again because who wouldn't when they saw his look of almost yearning watching her "an I thought I was the only one for you" he gave his little pout even though he had known for months that she had done all of the black jackals hair since she had blabberd all about it drunk when he took her to go drinking after a win with his team "you'll be the only one for me if you paid me what all your teammates paid me like clockwork" I hummed as he stood up after what felt like years of him acting like a kicked puppy because of my next appointment "y'er paying for lunch now since you wanna be an ass" he huffed

"its never over my kingdom for a kiss apon her shoulder its never over all my riches for her smiles"

[owenramsey]

     "I agree with that," Owen had said of her logic. "Which was my point," faint smile ghosting his expression, "there's no such thing as a truly selfless act." It was an interesting conversation to fall into given the circumstances and the way hed happened upon the scene of a women looking through his neighbor's windows. Never mind her follow up in if he could assist her in picking the locks. Somehow, some way this back and forth reminded him of something distant. The feeling of this particular nostalgia was pleasant. There'd only been a few phone calls between himself and the woman he had written back and forth with for years, the way he flowed with this woman now felt so familiar that a longing had risen from where missing that contact had settled. Briefly, the blond considered her first offer and nodded as his finger lightly scratched at the underside of his bearded chin. When she offered up what she considered a more plausible option a light chuckle actually rasped out of him. "Hmm, maybe you're the jilted lover that found out he had a wife all along." All Owen had to do with his time aside from workout was read and write, and he read anything the guards tossed in his cell. Even the Harlequin romance novels they thought they were funny with.

     The flirtatious quip rose an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth mere seconds later. He wasn't a stranger to women being bold with him, not that this was all too forward, there was a rough and dangerous side that women seemed drawn too. Then if taken into account that he was wounded and in need of love to nurse him back, Owen was a hot commodity. Never would he consider his appearance, even if he'd always seemed to draw looks. "I do own a pub if you ever want to come by for a bite." Just for a moment the ex-con let that sit, shortly after Owen added, "I might not even make you pay for it." Unfortunately it was a challenge for him to be as forward and out there, no matter how lonely he'd been nor how attracted he was, for Owen forward movement would take time. But with his hand gently around her wrist, his gaze holding hers, it was easy to sense her chest tightening in the same ways his was. Sienna's pulse was rapid under his finger. If she'd put her hand on his chest she'd find a cadance similar to her own. It felt like he were about to slip off the edge of a cliff as he awaited her reply and when it came the entire world stilled. It had been years since he'd heard from her, since she'd suddenly stopped communicating, and he couldn't blame her despite the pain it had caused. Now there was a face to it all and a physical presence and nothing would ever be the same again. Just as her question breathed out, Owen stepped forward and pulled her into his body. He embraced her and buried his face in her hair. "I could never hate you."

"I never said I was a saint." Far from it, actually. "There's a certain level of self-preservation that we all have that prevents us from being completely selfless." Sienna knew she was talking out of her ass but it didn't sound half bad for something she was coming up with on the spot when he called her out. "Sales representative coming around to discuss a prior agreement with the resident of the home." But even as she came up with the excuse, she couldn't help but grimace at how easily it would be misconstrued. "But as I'm listening to myself say it, I might be better off to say that I'm a special friend coming over to surprise the owner when they got home." She'd look the part of side chick and people would assume it was who she was so why not just bite the bullet and use it to her advantage.

"You'll have to buy me dinner to get all these answers out of me." Sienna hated how easy it was for her to fall into such flirtatious banter with him even after all these years of working so hard to forget about him and their connection. She'd long vowed that after their last conversation and last letter written, that would be it and she'd move on with her life. But chemistry and feelings had ways of resurfacing no matter how deep they were buried and left forgotten. She could feel her heartbeat pick up, blood rushing in her ears when his hand held onto her wrist and he bore into her eyes with what she assumed was recognition on who she was. Part of her braced for impact, wondering what rightful anger she'd be met with after leaving him without a word in that prison cell. The question was what she knew would come next but she still couldn't respond right away. For the first time in a long time, Sienna was left at a loss for words. "Yes," she finally spoke after a beat, forcing it through the lump in her throat. If his digit laid upon her pulse, she was sure he'd feel the way her heart tried to leap out of her chest. "Of course I know who you are." A beat later, "Do you hate me?" Beyond her better judgement, she had to know.

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

She grins at the waiter before he leaves. “And if I could get another old fashioned, please? Thank you so much.” After the waiter leaves she looks at Jonathan with a playfully raised brow. “This poor woman can do as she pleases, Mr. Pine. You aren’t the boss of me.” Her hand rubs up and down James’ arm before she squeezes his bicep affectionately. “He is.”

James swallows hard but recovers quickly. "Absolutely, darling." He leans over and kisses her cheek. "This is your night of celebration, drink as much as you want."

Her response given, she takes a slice of the bread and tears off a small piece, popping it past her painted lips. “I do what I want,” she shrugs and winks at James. “For right now, right, sir?”

Conrad smiles widely at Pine. "Can you see why I love her, Jonathan? Strong, feisty." He grabs her hand and kisses it. "Perfection."

Pine sat in silence for a moment, watching the two of them. "Apologies if I overstepped." He glances over, grateful to see the food coming, having committed yet another faux pas with Anne and Conrad. "Here comes the food." The server sets everything down, including Anne's drink. "I would suggest saving room for dessert. They are to die for. And the two of you are celebrating." He cuts his steak and took a bite.

Conrad smiles at his friend. "I do have an incurable sweet tooth. What do you say, darling? Maybe split something?" - J.C.

Conrad smiles widely at Pine. "Can you see why I love her, Jonathan? Strong, feisty." He grabs her hand and kisses it. "Perfection."

“Perfection might be a little much, but I will gladly take feisty,” she squeezes his hand before he lets her go. “Perfection is boring, anyway.”

Pine sat in silence for a moment, watching the two of them. "Apologies if I overstepped." He glances over, grateful to see the food coming, having committed yet another faux pas with Anne and Conrad. "Here comes the food." The server sets everything down, including Anne's drink. "I would suggest saving room for dessert. They are to die for. And the two of you are celebrating." He cuts his steak and took a bite.

Pine’s quick shift in attitude catches her notice and she frowns, reaching out to squeeze his arm gently. “Hey, you’re good. We’re good. I was just pulling your leg. I’m sorry if I made you feel bad, that wasn’t my intention. I’ll ease up on the teasing, okay?”

Conrad smiles at his friend. "I do have an incurable sweet tooth. What do you say, darling? Maybe split something?" 

She thanks the waiter for their entrees and the drink, cutting a tender scallop and taking a bite. It’s so wonderfully cooked that she sighs, her eyes fluttering closed, before focusing on her companions. “Your sweet tooth is why your living with a baker is going to wreak havoc on your health, sir. We’ll have to take those runs in the park like we keep planning,” she smiles fondly at him. “But yes, dessert, please. What do you recommend, Jonathan? I’m a big chocolate fan.”

[kur0m1bab3]

Cherry chaser hawks likes to corrupt his innocent fangirls, the thought of him being their first gets him going, they get so pliant and dumb whenever he does the deed but ur different, the way you beg and cry makes him 100 times worse than usual, somehow he doesnt want to make you a mark off his wall, he wants to save ur innocence until ur at the peak of breaking, just to savor the only one that made his blood boil and when he does it will be the best time of your lives

ANON? OH?MY?GOD? Just swallowed hard asf reading that😕🤳🏾 brain empty pussy full:/

Cw: NSFW, Minors skidaddle, CherryChaser!Hawks, hawks x female!reader,hawks is a nasty little cherry theif, dubcon(?), oral(f.receiving), masturbation(m.receiving), hawks being a sleazy little player till you came along, sugar coated degradation, virginity loss, unethical power dynamics, not edited<33

Keigo Takami was a disgusting man, but not in the way you’d think. He was hygienic, well groomed, STD free sure; but Keigo Takami or the latter, hawks to be more politically correct was fucking filthy. Ravaging his sweet little fangirls, taking advantage of their admiration and devotion to the hero. Taking them back to his apartment only to fuck them within an inch of their sanity. Keigos personal favorite were the sweet little virgins.

The ones freshly in college to be exact. The ones navigating the big bad world with big doey eyes and pouty lips, ready to Please at the snap of a finger. Yeah, those were his favorite. He loved watching cute innocent little virgins cry and bitch at the stretch of his fat cock in their gooey walls. Watching them squirm, tears streaming down their faces as he bought them to yet another mind numbing orgasm. Watching innocent virgins, like you.

If keigo could describe you in one words hed bergrurdgenly choose irritating. Irritating was rather harsh to describe how you made him feel. Fuzzy? Warm? Whatever the hell it was it made his brow twitch. Keigo wouldn’t necessarily consider himself a player. Sure he made girls swoon with promises of safety and sanctuary only to have them crying throwing insults(and drinks might I add) in his face as they stormed out of his apartment. It was all in good fun though! He was too young to be tied down, he was the youngest pro hero for god sakes.

But you, you were an anomaly to him. It didn’t take long into your relationship with the hero to reveal that you were in fact a virgin. Keigo has the conversation burned into his memory. How could he forget? The shy look you gave him, the nervous twiddle of your fingers had him cumming with an embarrassing cry of your name after you left. After that, he made it his mission to make an absolute fucking mess out of you.

It was subtle at first, the lingering gazes, wandering hands down to your ass, the nips of your bottom lip between his teeth as he kissed you breathless. He was building you up, endurance training you could say riling you up only for you to make a stupid fool of yourself on his cock.

Which is how you ended up in your current predicament. When the hero had called quipping a cute:

“y/nnnnn babyyy come overrrrr... I went out and bought those brownies i know you like, we can bake them together! You know I’m shit at using anything besides the microwave in my kitchen”

you didn’t think you’d end up of all things, like this. Face pushed into the dining room table, panties dangling from your ankles as the red feathered hero lapped at your weeping pussy like it was going out of style.

“H-Hawks!” You squealed, only for a sharp slap to cut through your cry, voice amplifying in a shrill scream of surprise at the impact of his hand on your ass.

“Nu-uh what’s my name,” Keigo groaned, a filthy mixture of cum and saliva dripping from his lips down his neck. A soundless gasp left your parted lips at the feeling of his tongue rolling your swollen little clot teasingly.

“D...Daddy!”You managed to wail out weakly, legs trembling in exhaustion as tears flowed freely from your face. A satisfied chuckle left the hero’s lips, hurling you into yet another teeth clattering orgasm.

Choppy cried of ‘daddy’ and ‘Hawks’ left your lips in a jumble as keigo suctioned your throbbing clit between wet lips, pulling off with an obscene ‘pop.’

“God damn” hawks chuckled, watching your body tremble and shake, whimpers coming from your sloppy mouth.

“Fuck those brownies huh?” He chuckled, eyes lidded and low as he watched your tiny little cunny clench around nothing, he swore he could see your clit throbbing.

“Look at you y/n” he huffed, hand coming to fist his painfully hard cock, a sharp hiss escaping through his teeth as he stared at you pliant body, sitting, waiting, craving him.

“You’re such a fucking slut yeah? Wanting to be fucked like a whore even though you’re just a little innocent...my little innocent virgin huh?”Keigo whispered, free hand coming to grip your hair in a tight hold, yanking you up to his lips, your back arching even more.

A strangled cry left your kiss swollen lips, tears running down your face as your desperately tried to move your hips, trying to grind into him.

“Fucking hell...” he trailed off, eyes zeroing in on your feeble attempts to grind into him, his fist still pumping his cock as your clit bumped against his sensitive leaking head continuously. His feathers fluttered a bit, eyes rolling at the feeling of your little clit kissing his head. God he was going insane.

Keigo gripped your hair harder, a whimper of ‘please’ left your swollen lips as keigo huffed, nose and cheeks decorated a lewd pink.

“My sweet little fucking virgin”

[violetnotez]

Hi!! How are you? Idk if you've done this one before but, how would bakugou react to a s/o who actually finds him cute when he gets angry and starts insulting everyone? Like, they laugh and coo when he does that. How would he react to them? Thanks!!

Omg I love this so much 😂😂😂 cause Ive always found it so funny and jerrdlg endearing that Bakugo is so unnecessarily aggressive all the time 💀 could you imagine this buys blood pressure, like holy crao the doctors oribabky get a heart attack from how high it is 💀

Honestly, I think Bakugo at first would find it annoying and frustrating.

He doesn’t believe in feelings. Feelings are stupid, feels are dumb, feelings make people mushy and loose track of their goals. Sure, he may have started to loosen up *slightly compared to his first year at UA, but there is no way in hell is he loosing sight of his goal of being the Number One Hero. He was determined that nothing would get in the way of that-he had fought so hard and for so long , always thinking he could do better, do more, try a little harder-he wasn’t about to let his concentration falter for a second just for stupid ass crush.

But if only it were that easy. For some reason, his stupid heart had begun to beat feverishly when you were around, possessive jealousy always overtaking him when you hung out with someone other than him, his hands got clammy, and his mouth got dry...it was so annoying that he had somehow started to like you so much.

And he couldn’t accept it at first-all this time he had built himself to be an impenetrable wall, no one able to penetrate his heart or even attempt to chip at the border he had created around it. Yet you hadn’t even tried, your mere presence enough to shatter the barricade. He was going soft because of you, and a small part of him was bitter towards you because of it.

He knew it was a shitty move to do, especially since you were clueless about the whole situation, but his frustration turned into anger towards you. He would snarikly make comments towards you, hoping that his harsh demeanor would send you away.

But for some reason, you seemed to not mind it-hell, he thought at this point you actually enjoyed it. He could call you every name in the book-stupid, dumbass, Baka-and you wouldn’t bat an eye. You would laugh, smile, taunt him with your pretty looks and twinkling eyes as you quipped a comeback to him.

God, why couldn’t you just go like a nice guy?

He saw how half the boys of Class 1-A saw you, he wasn’t stupid. A lot of the guys thought you were nice, pretty, fun to be around...you were just so cheerful, always having a encouraging thing to say or a funny story to tell. It was so fucking impossible to not like you that it was irritating.

Yet here you were, bothering him, making it worse to go back to his usual self...all he could hear was the way you giggled when he blew up, your adorable little noises starkly opposite to his feral shouts. You would shake your head, cheeks round and full from smiling, sometimes his name spilling out of your lips as if he was amusing to you.

All it would do was make him even more agitated when you got like that-caused what the hell, him being a dick was supposed to make you get away from him not bring you closer? His voice would get more harsh, teeth grinding together like a wolf’s, vermillion eyes turning icy cold.

But all you did was laugh, throwing insults back at him as it was all fun and games.

“Who the hell you laughing at Baka, ha?!” hed snarl out, his voice booming like lightning.

Any sane person would shudder at the sound of his voice, yet you just continued to smile, eyes crinkling at the corners from your amusement.

“Ahh Cmon ‘Katsu, don’t be the like that!” You giggled yet again, “you’re too pretty to be making faces like that.”

“I’m not pretty you dumbass, you are-“

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck. Did he really just say that?

If Bakugo could kick himself right now, he would. How dumb can he be? Now he couldn’t even keep his own damn thoughts to himself-just another stupid ass thing you do to his brain. Great.

Maybe you didn’t hear him?

Bakugo instantly turned to look at you, lips pursed to the side like a pouting child and ears tinged a bright red. That sickening feeling settled in his stomach as you looked at him with a smirk, eyes glinting with a dangerous glint, as if you just got the best blackmail over someone.

Well fucking great.

“Wait I mean-“

Bakugo instantly tried to take back his words, his words guttural and strained, teeth baring together as his chest heaved with frustration. He looked wild like a crazed animal, yet you were calm and collected, your smile as bright as ever.

“Aww you think I’m pretty??” You cooed, leaning forward on your toes to peer up at the blushing blonde.

He scoffed through his tight jaw, piercing red eyes looking up and to the side in embarrassment.

“Shut up-“

You inhaled in awe, eyelashes batting with complete amazement. It wasn’t even the fact he hadn’t denied his slip up, but that he actually complimented you that had you so in shock.

You seemed so unfazed by it, not even a blush on your cheeks or stutter in your lips. He was damn mess and you weren’t-and that irked him to his core

“Whoa so you do think I’m pretty!” you said again, a little too loud for his liking.

It was already bad enough you weren’t forgetting about it-all he needed were for some damn idiots to hear you.

“Shut your damn mouth-“ he warned, voice dangerously low as he looked around in desperation, trying to make sure nobody could hear your loud mouth.

“Damn, that’s a huge compliment coming from you-“

“I said Shut THE HELL UP-“

“What’s next, your gonna tell me you have a crush on me or something-“

“FUCK YOU-“

You simply chuckled, a shit eating grin on your face as you taunted him, obviously loving how flustered he was getting.

“Damn Katsu’, first you say I’m pretty and now you wanna do the dirty with me? A dinner would be nice first-“

It took him a second to understand what you meant, until it dawned on him..... fuck-you....

Ugh-god, you fucking sucked.

He scrunched up his eyebrows, eyes wide with embarrassment and cheeks a dangerous shade of red.

“IM DONE WITH YOUR ASS!”

He shouted out, hands balled on each side of his school trousers. You couldn’t be any more frustrating-why did you always have to be one step ahead of him? How could you always be so calm and collected, so unfazed?

He couldn’t handle this anymore, his heart ramming in his chest as he turned on heel, stomping away with the grumpiest look on his face.

All you did was simply laugh, the sound so cheerful and bright against his ears.

“Damn idiot,” he thought, his cheeks full and red like cherries, his heart beating a thousand miles a minute “the hell you gotta be so damn annoying-“

[cowboy-robooty]

ok actual review for people who gaf.

SPOILERS BELOW

i am a die hard deadpool fan and watched the first two when they came out in theatres. Ive been waiting on this one for a loooooong time and ngl it disappointed me. I dont think it was the worst thing in the world but it definately had marvel disney aids infect it. Somehow it feels less raunchy and vulgar compared to the last two? I feel like the film steadily declines in quality as it goes on, with the last third feeling like its just dragging on. I dont think there were enough fourth wall breaks or meta quips despite the fact that many were included. It felt like it was still lacking... like a blizzard without enough brownie pieces. I think deadpool doesnt have enough quips or little jokes sprinkled in throughout fight scenes and there actually felt like a distinct lack of comedic homoeroticism somehow. Like deadpool and wolverine definately had insane tension and that car fight was them having merry sexmas until the literal crack of dawn and deadpool even did that whole gay orgy joke in the beginning, but like this is nothing compared to the gay shit hed do to colossus with in the first two movies. I know I sound biased because I love deadpool x colossus, but seriously this couldve been fixed quite easily by just adding more yaoi lolz to the existing scenes with deadpool and wolvarine. If i were to give suggestions like.. how about in that scene where they are clawing/shooting eachothers sides why doesnt deadpool instead tickle his sides for a moment and then for a bit it turns into some fairy gay tickle fight for the lolz. or how about more on screen dick fondling from deadpool during any of the many, many scenes they have where they're laid down together/pressed against eachother. just anything like that really you know like remember deadpool is all about the jokes. I felt like sometimes he wasnt distinct enough in calling shit out. Like the joke where we see dramatic openings for the random motherfuckers in the boarderlands as a way of making fun of how marvel movies always have the "audience stand and clap" intro shots too. Its obviously a joke, but I wish deadpool mocked it a little more and talked more about it out loud, since his entire thing is not letting anything go and having to be annoying about everything. There were a lot of moments like that, especially when wolvarine forced deadpool to spare cassanova. I was expecting a lot of banter for that moment and honestly deadpool killing her because thats the deadpool way. I thought at the very least if they didnt kill her (because marvel rules) he would at least go "if she becomes a problem later im saying I TOLD YOU SO!" and then a call back to that when she inevitably ruins everything from being spared. but there was nothing and it made the movie feel less deadpool because of that. He just simply doesnt make enough quips. Also there were some jokes that actually made me cringe in a way of thinking "this will age so poorly". I like deadpool because its cringey and vulgar in a way that it makes you regress back into a 12 year old again where swearing and violence is the coolest shit ever (bc it is). But i really didnt like how deadpool used some lingo that obviously will age badly like saying "let him cook!" I know deadpool is all about using popular slang and referencing popular media, but the first two movies still feel timeless because they never cut out exact phrases like that which will be so distinctly dated in a few years. The pop culture references are timeless ones in the first two movies and anything that will become dated is subtley put in like the adventure time watch he wears n stuff. I actually like that theres references like these only in the visual details, because I think that him wearing a watch like that and having small details in the bg with his items makes the pop culture references feel much more deadpool and funny, since it isnt him just saying shit to sound relatable, its just him owning this stuff because he genuinely likes watching the show.

Theres an entirely different feel to this movie and it is definately from the heightened budget and change in management from the shit going on with studios or whatever. The first two movies felt closed off in a way. The world honestly felt kind of empty but I liked it because it was acknowledged in universe and utalized to make the limitations of a lower budget just apart of the joke. This movie feels like an open, normal world and it is definately because now they have the resources to make it have more than like 3 guys talking. I like both feelings honestly, and this is a neutral change to me since it is just a fundamentally different sensation for the movie experience. The problems i have with the different vibes though is that the first two movies felt distinct from other marvel movies. The plot is small. its simple. the movies feel succinct and the limited cast is worked to its advantage so you really feel a dynamic between everyone. And most importantly, the stakes are hinged upon primarily interpersonal relationships rather than saving the world. I think that deadpool is so fun because wade wilson has never been about doing the right thing for justice, hes about just doing the *right* thing. I like that the first two movies had stakes that boiled down to being like saving his gf or a stupid kid (since cable was gunna kill him anyways lol like the world would not end if deadpool didnt save him). It fits his character and gave him the wiggle room to do marvel movie sins like actually killing the bad guy without giving a fuck and just doing fuck all sometimes. It really does feel like Deadpool 3 is suffering from catching a case of marvel aids and honestly that is the biggest thing that let me down. Its the root cause of all the other problems I see like the lack of incorporating previous movie characters and shit, having too much shit going on, unsatisfying execution of core themes, etc etc. I dont want to keep writing about this, but yeah deadpool 3 like didnt kill my grandma but it is SIGNIFICANTLY worse than the first two movies. I'd definately rec the first two as i adore them and theyre classics but the third is really mehhhh if you wanna watch it go ahead *shrugs*

watched deadpool & wolverine wif wiener today.... 0/10 no deadpool x colossus yaoi what was even the fucking point

[fluffymcu]

Letting Loose

Part THIRTEEN 

This series is TICKLE related. Outfits that are linked here are purely for picturing the clothes, you don’t have to look like the model.

Series Summary:  You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

Warnings: Drama? ARGUMENT WITH RUBY ANNE

Word Count: 2,870

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Its been about a month later, and Tony was hosting one of his famous parties and invited many people. Since you and Peter weren’t allowed to be around in the party due to there being “too many adults and alcohol and kind of bad influences”, you and Peter were having your own little party in your room. You even dressed up a bit too! You wore a nice semi formal outfit. Tony made sure that you guys would still have fun despite not being able to be out in the party by providing enough snacks, movies, and allowing you to play out in the backyard. But you were told you weren’t allowed to leave the room to be out in the halls.

So there you were, just watching movies and jumping in the bed with Peter, still jamming and dancing to the music since it was very loud outside. You had invited Ruby Anne to come chill in your room so you could all be together and play around. But of course, she declined the offer. “Hey! Me and Peter are hanging out in my room, do you wanna hang out with us? You must be bored!!” You asked, having to yell over the music playing.

“I’d rather die.” She quipped, going back to her phone. You looked away slightly, nodding your head.

“O-kay..” You sighed, going back to your room.

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Peter was spinning you around in your hanging chair, watching as hed twist you in it and you'd go spinning rapidly the opposite way. You howled, laughing as you held on the strings and finally stopped spinning. You got out of the chair, kinda dizzy and motioned for Peter to sit. “Okahahay your turn.” You both continued to spin each other until you were extremely dizzy and fell onto your backs on the bed. After a while, you both started to get bored. There was only so much you could do in a bedroom to keep yourselves occupied during a whole party. “We should go sneak out.” You grinned mischeviously, clasping your hands together when Peter gave you a wary look. “Think about it! We’ll just go out for minutes at a time and check out whos around! Then we’ll come back and wait it out, and go back out. We’ll avoid as much of the team as we can but at least it’ll be something fun to do!” You grinned.

Peter thought for a moment. “It’s dangerous… but… I'm sooo bored and I cant really think of any reason not to. I mean, I can, but I don’t want to.” He smirked. You cheered and nodded, making up a plan.

The first time you’d gone out, Clint caught you. You had accidentally bumped into him when he was on his way to the bar. You looked at him with wide eyes and he smirked, raising an eyebrow at you. “Are you supposed to be here?” He asked slowly, already knowing the answer. You pursed your lips, thinking of a way to keep him quiet.

“Please don’t tell Tony! Or Steve! Or anyone! I'm begging you!” You pleaded, sighing in relief when he let out a loose chuckle.

“Relax, your dirty secret is safe with me. Don’t let anyone else catch you though, they’re not as cool as me.” He bragged, winking down at you before leaving. You and Peter sighed, deciding to go back to your room just in case, and wait a few minutes before going out again.

The second time, you would have almost bumped into Thor, if it wasn’t for Peter pulling you out of the way at the last second. Thankfully he didn’t see you since he was facing the other way. When he passed by, Peter held you to his ear. “What are you doing?” He asked hastily. “Why are you bumping into everyone?” You widen your eyes at him and get out of his grip.

“I'm not trying to! I can’t help it! Its crowded here!” You defended.

“Well, be careful!”

You groaned and followed Peter around the main room, avoiding other members of the team and almost getting caught various times. You almost sat down on a couch where your brother was sitting. Since there were a lot of blonde guys with short hair there, you didn’t realize it was him. He was talking to some SHIELD worker facing away from you and you sat down on the couch, waiting for Peter to come back; he was getting you some punch. You looked around out of curiosity and your eyes almost popped out of their sockets when you realized you were sitting right next to Steve. You quickly and silently stood up from the couch, holding your breath and slowly stepping away. You didn’t even blink until you were out of that spot. You saw Peter a few feet away and met up with him. “Oh my god dude, I almost got caught.” You exhaled. Peter looked at you with wide eyes and shook his head.

“Geez, you're not gonna last out here.” He chuckled.” Here’s your punch.”

You took it and drank it slowly, looking around cautiously. Yes, you were nervous about what you were doing, but at least you were feeling something other than boredom. You decided to go back to your room again and eat some more snacks, before agreeing to go out one last time. “Alright, we go out one more time, and then our rebellious streak is over. Okay?” Peter asked. You nodded in agreement, sneaking out of your rooms again with smiles on your faces.

You were leading the way through the crowd, occasionally bumping into random people. You were making your way down the West hall when your heart skipped a beat. Tony was right there; and you both were right in his line of sight. Sure enough, Tony’s eyes caught your and he stopped talking, looking at you wide wide eyes. You immediately stopped in your tracks, causing Peter to bump into you. “What’s wrong?”

Tony began walking towards you. “Run.” You squeaked. “Run runrunrun gogogogo!!” You turned at pushed Peter out, him cursing when he saw Tony walking towards them. You started to laugh nervously as you and Peter made a run for it, squeezing through the crowd and booking it to your room. Tony was now speed walking behind you.

You ran behind Peter and reached your room and closed the door. “HIDE!” You yelped, Peter already on the ceiling. “Wait, don’t leave me down here!” You cried. Peter shook his head.

“Sorry! Every man for himself!” He whispered. You gaped at him and began to curse at him before hearing loud footsteps outside your room. You squeaked and quickly stood behind the door. Tony opened the door and walked in a second later, immediately finding you when he closed the door. You gave you an unamused look, raising his eyebrows and dulling his eyes. “Really? That’s the hiding spot you choose? Behind the doorway?” He deadpans. You bit your lip nervously and shuffle in your position. “Do I need to teach you guys a lesson so you won’t come out again, huh? Cause I think that’s what I need to do.” He concludes, grabbing your shoulder and pushing you down on the floor.

“Nohohoho!” You cry, bursting into loud belly laughter as he doesn’t waste time, going straight for your death spots. Hes drilling his blunt nails into your ribs, tasing them and going down to the lower ribs, scratching harshly. Tony’s wearing a light smirk, secretly enjoying this. He nuzzles his beard in your neck, smiling when you let out a child-like squeal. “Plehehehease! Ihihim sohohoHOHOHORRY!” You beg, melting onto the floor when he scoots down and drills his fingers in your thighs. You shriek and kick out your legs violently, yelling out more apologies hoping hed stop.

“I forgive you, y/n, but I still gotta teach you a lesson.” He sang, blowing endless raspberries on your sides and ribs, his beard making it ten times worse. He was holding your wrists to your sides, next to your head as he blew raspberry after raspberry. You were cackling hysterically, pulling weakly at your wrists. Since you were on the floor, you could see Peter crawling on the ceiling quietly, try to sneak out the room. He was not leaving you here to take all the punishment.

“HEHEHEY!” You yelled, Peter putting a finger on his mouth, shushing you and giving you a wide eyed glare. Tony didn’t have to look up from his raspberries to know what was happening. He paused, giving you a minute to breath before looking up.

“Parker, you better get down here now, or it'll be worse for you.” He sings. Peter whines and hesitantly drops down from the ceiling and hugs himself nervously, already feeling the anticipation. Tony looks back at you before pinching at your hips, making you fall back into uncontrollable laughter. You're desperately pushing at his hands and begging him to show mercy. After a few more moments, he smirks, deciding by the tears of mirth in your eyes that you’ve had enough before patting your stomach and getting off you. You fall limp on the floor, panting and squeaking out hiccups before curling up.

Tony gets up and turns to face Peter, who’s nervously giggling. Tony stalks towards him, purposely going at a slow pace to make him more nervous. Peter is now making himself small, lifting a leg up to protect himself. “Okay but, Mr. Stahahark, wahahahait!” He starts, falling into a fit of giggles as Tony quickly shoves his hands in his armpits, making him shriek. “NOHOHOHOOO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” He laughs, his voice cracking as he screams. He instantly falls to the floor, Tony following him down and straddling him.

“Well, you should’ve thought of that before you went along with Thing #2’s plan.” Tony quipped, nodding over at you. You sat up from the floor in mild offense. “Hey! How are you so sure it was my idea?” You asked. Tony scoffed. “Please. It’s always your idea. Why do you think I call you Trouble, huh?” He chuckled, clawing his fingers into Peter’s belly. He arches his back and lets out hysterical laughter. You huff, crossing your arms at his answer. You lay back down to finish recovering from the attack, smirking at Peter’s desperate pleads and protests. “Are you gonna go out again?”

“NOHOHO I SWEAR!”

“And are you gonna talk Trouble out of it when she makes up a plan to do something rebellious?” He asks, drilling into Peter’s hips. He shrieks, falling into silent laughter.

“YEHEhehe….” Tony chuckles and lets him go, ruffling his hair.

“Alright, breathe, don’t die on me now.” He quips. He gets up and opens the door to go back out. “Alright, if I catch you guys outside again, I'm gonna send Barnes up here to keep a strict eye on you. Got it?” He looks at you both expectantly before leaving. You both sigh in relief when he leaves, just laying there on the floor to catch your breaths.

“I can’t believe you were gonna leave me here to take all the punishment, you jerk.” You say, pushing at his side with your foot. He mindlessly grabs your foot and hold it to him, securing it in a headlock.

“Sorry.” He giggles breathlessly. He traces a finger under your foot, smiling lightly when you whine and pull it back. You both lay on the floor for several minutes, exhausted.

----

After Tony leaves your room, he goes to check on Ruby Anne, to see how she’s doing. He knocks loudly so it can be heard over the music and she opens the door with a frown. He smiles and walks in, her closing the door behind them. “Hey, you didn’t wanna join the kids in the other room? They’re having their own little party in there.” He chuckles. “They’ve got snacks and movies in there.”

“No, I'm fine. Why would I want to do that?” She asks with a grimace. Tony stays quiet for a moment before shrugging silently.

“Just checking.” He mumbles, walking out.

----

The party ended a few hours later, and when most of the people there started to leave, you were allowed out. When you were hanging with Bucky and Steve in one of the common rooms, you noticed Tony’s mood was a little off since the last time you saw him. You knew there could only be one reason his mood could be dampened so quickly. You sighed and rolled your eyes to yourself. This had gone on long enough. Tony was supposed to have fun at his party, and feel good, but now Ruby had to mess it up for him. You were sick of Tony being sad all the time. So you decided it was finally time to face her directly about it, just like Peter suggested a while ago.

You left the common room and made your way to her room before knocking on the door. She opened the door and you walked in, not bothering to give her a smile she wouldn’t return. “Hey. We need to talk.” You sighed. Ruby stood back a bit, leaning on the wall and looking at you with dulled eyes.

“What about.”

You took a deep breath, trying to keep yourself calm. “Look. I know you're dealing with your mom’s death still, and I'm not trying to take that away from you, but you could at least show a little kindness to us. Or at least to your dad. Its been months. Months! You know, I’ve tried to keep this in for so long trying to be nice and invite you where ever me and Peter go but you're just so difficult! I know you're going through a hard time but you don’t have to take it out on us for so long! Tony has tried so hard to show you how sorry he is and be a father to you but you're just so stuck in this loop of saying the same three phrases over and over and over. ‘No thanks’, ‘Leave me alone.’. ‘I’d rather die.’. How are we supposed to fix things if every time we try, you screw us?” You say, exasperation clear in your voice. After a second, you sigh deeply and run your hand through your hair, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. “I'm sorry to snap at you like that, it was rude. Its just so frustrating.” You sigh.

Ruby has a mean expression on her face as she looks down at the floor. “He wasn’t there for me when I needed him.” She defended, as if that was an excuse to treat him like that the rest of his life. You rolled your eyes and stood up from the bed.

“He didn’t know you even existed!! You cant blame people for something they had no knowledge of, its just unfair! The fact that he’s trying so hard to fix things with you now, should prove to you that he really would have been there for you if your mom would have just told him she was pregnant!” You yelled. Ruby is quiet for a moment, processing your words. Her brows are still furrowed and it doesn’t look like she’s going to admit she’s wrong any time soon. You sigh, wearing a stern face and standing still, looking at her straight in the eyes. “Look. I know that in the end, you're gonna do whatever you're gonna do. That’s how you are apparently. No one else matters, nor their opinion. Just screw everybody, right?” You pause, silence filling the room.

“Tony was close to giving up on trying to fix things months ago. But I reminded him that he shouldn’t give up because you’re his daughter. And he promised to make sure you knew that you were worth it to him. That’s why he’s come to your room every single day trying to make conversation with you, and bring you food, and buy you gifts, and just spoil you because he wanted you to know you were worth it to him. And that he’s truly sorry for everything.” You say, looking up at her, your eyes softening. “He’s trying. Don’t push him away.” You plead. Ruby stares at the floor, not saying anything. But for once, there wasn’t a deep frown on her face, or a line between her forehead, her brows in a permanent knit. For once she just had a… neutral face, just staring at the floor. You decided to leave it at that, and leave.

Ruby stayed there, contemplating your words and feeling the need to come to a decision about her life.

You were exhausted after all that talking, so you bid everyone goodnight and went straight to bed. You slept with your headphones in, so the music would distract you and keep you from thinking about the situation. You quickly fell asleep to the low sound of the music and dreamt good dreams. You could only hope you had gotten Ruby to change something inside herself that day, but if not, there was officially nothing else you could do.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

deja vu bucky barnes x reader

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christmas request info can be found here 

prompts:

"How long has it been since you've slept." "I heard you scream. Nightmares again?" "Hold my hand. You're going to be fine."

Song: mirrors by pvris

tag list: @cynic-spirit +++++++++

i walked through the lounge, looking to all the men and women working on the renovations to the compound. i sipped my coffee and leaned my back into the counter, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. it had been a long few months since id been recruited and things werent exactly easier. i of course was a new hero, pushed onto the team after the untimely demise of one tony stark but we were making it worth it. i had made pretty good friends with bucky after all and everyone said that was hard to do. but then again maybe it was something more.

when i opened my eyes i saw him through the window, taking his morning jog around the building. he had done it everyday since id arrived and he said hed do it everyday until he left again. he had told me at one point though that he was waiting to head back to Wakanda, whatever that meant. all i knew was i got to spend every day with him, training as well as relaxing, amongst a few other things.

he was a smooth talker after all and we often found ourselves flirting over dinner, making the other recruits practically sick. it was a nice change of pace though, id finally found someone with as silver a tongue as myself. it helped for other activities though. i smirked to myself at the thought. when i turned back around to set my cup on the island i jumped, bucky standing on the other side staring at me.

"jesus buck, you gave me a heart attack."

i said, clutching my chest and he laughed, sipping his own coffee, looking at me over the edge of the mug.

"we both know thats a lie."

he said slyly, setting the mug down on the counter. i shook my head, leaning in and resting my weight against my elbows.

"we still on for tonight?"

i said with a wink and he smirked at me.

"arent we always?"

he quipped back and i couldnt help the smile creeping its way to my face. when clint walked in i heard him groan. he had decided to come back every few days to check on training progress and to make sure the renovations were going to plan.

"oh god, not you two."

he said, pouring his own coffee. i laughed, taking a sip.

"is there a problem officer?"

i asked and he sent me a testing look.

"no but i wont be staying, i wouldn't want to impose on whatever this is."

he said, motioning between us.

"How long has it been since you two have slept?"

he grumbled into his mug before leaving promptly. i turned back to bucky who winked at me. the thing is, ever since we'd started training, a spark was shot off and we keep finding ourselves together in bed. even if it is just for a round or two and never a full night. we hadnt committed to anything even close to that yet. that was okay with me though.

"my room or yours?"

i asked, biting my lip gently and i could hear him groan low in his throat.

"definitely yours, if i can wait that long."

he said almost annoyed with himself before strutting back out of the kitchen. i smiled widely, standing back up and returning to my position to watch the magic happen.

°°°°°°°°°

i laid in bed on my stomach and played with the ties on my silk robe. i had been waiting for bucky for what felt like forever and it was starting to get late. surely he didnt forget we were supposed to be doing something, he never forgot. i sighed as i rolled onto my back, worry starting to set in. i sat up quickly and walked around my bed, slipping my panties back on and tightening my robe. i looked to my phone before putting it in my pocket, it was already midnight and everyone else was asleep by now, those that were here at least.

i walked slowly down the dark hallway, side stepping the roomba-like creatures as they cleaned the floors. i drew my brows, not seeing a light coming from buckys room. did he fall alseep on me? even after he expressed his excitement? i almost felt offended. i crossed my arms over my chest before i heard him making sound from the other side of the door. i drew my brows, hearing him whine. i could almost make out soft 'no's. then i heard him scream. i tried the doorknob first but it was locked. then i started banging on the door.

"bucky?"

i called but no answer. i hit the door again.

"buck!"

i yelled but nothing.

"im coming in."

i said sternly, standing back and kicking the door open. everything was dark aside from the red glow of his alarm clock. i saw him stir against his pillows; he was still fully dressed, shoes and everything. he must've fallen asleep.

"no, no, get away from me."

i heard him mumble, his hand opening and closing a few times as he curled into a ball. it almost broke me seeing him like that. i stepped forward slowly.

"bucky?"

i said softly, touching his shoulder. a second later he snapped out of it, sitting upright and clutching my throat. he had the angriest look on his face like he was under some kind of spell. i gasped as i felt my feet leave the floor, reaching one hand to touch his face even at the distance we were at. as soon as i got contact all his memories flooded my mind as i absorbed them, seeing all the torture and pain they had caused him. this is what he was dreaming about. i clutched and scraped at the metal with my other hand before he realized what was happening and dropping me. i fell to the floor, couching up a storm and feeling the tears flowing down my face.

"oh my god, y/n, im so sorry."

he said, touching my back ever so gingerly.

"im so sorry."

he repeated, backing up. i finally caught my breath, placing both hands on the floor in front of me as i knelt down.

"buck."

i croaked out, reaching for him.

"im sorry."

he said again, helping me to the bed. he clicked the light on, making me blink hard against it.

"are you okay?"

he said a little broken and i nodded. then he gasped, standing quickly and walking backwards until he hit the wall. he covered his mouth and shook his head.

"whats wrong?"

i asked, standing and stepping slowly to him like you would a wounded animal.

"i hurt you."

i shook my head as he started huffing, trying not to cry. i grabbed his hand in mine and he tried to pull away. but i persisted.

"bucky look at me, you did not hurt me. i am fine. please just Hold my hand so i can show you."

he gave in slowly and i pulled him back to the bed with me.

"I heard you scream. is it the Nightmares again?"

he nodded slowly, looking to the ground.

"i thought they had gone."

he confessed, closing his eyes and resting his head in his hands. i rubbed his back slowly.

"You're going to be fine buck."

he looked over at me with sad eyes and i could see tears starting to form behind them.

"but i hurt you, how can i come back from that?"

i shook my head.

"bucky ill live, maybe with some bruising for a while but im still here. and i still trust you. you were doing so good and doing so much better. you said they were gone after all, at least until now."

he sighed.

"i guess i just had a moment of weakness. my best friend left me again and i just lived through another war."

he confessed and i pulled him in to hug me, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. he stiffened under my touch like he was worried hed hurt me again but i understood why. he was scared. hell, so was i.

"you are always allowed to have moments of weakness buck, especially if your dreams look like that."

i said and he pulled away, eyes wide.

"you saw them."

he said in realization and i nodded.

"yeah, i did see them."

i said and he shook his head, a tear finally escaping down his cheek and into his beard.

"im so sorry."

he said, his voice breaking as he began to cry.

"buck."

i said, pulling him back into me and hugging him tightly.

"you dont deserve my demons."

he said shakily, finally wrapping his arms around me. i pet his hair softly,

"maybe not, but they help me understand you and im thankful that i can."

i said just above a whisper, feeling him shake against me. i closed my eyes as we sat in silence. there was a million things i could say but none of them seemed right just yet so i decided against all of them. at the very least he could be vulnerable for a moment, even if it was just a moment. i liked that he could trust me enough to do this though. i sighed heavily, scratching at the back of his neck when i heard him sniffle.

"thank you."

he said softly, pulling away. in front of me was a broken man but i finally understood him as a person.

"you never have to thank me buck."

i said and he shook his head, wiping his face with his shirt sleeve.

"i know we arent exactly like that but i want you to know that i love you."

my eyes went wide.

"of course you dont have to say it back but i want you to know its true. we've been with each other for months and its only now im realizing how much i actually care for you and i just needed you to know that."

he said and i sent him a small smile, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. i could taste the salty tears against his lips and his face hot and flush against my cold finger tips. when i pulled away he finally smiled back.

"i love you too buck."

[raggydraws]

No spoilers, but if Squirrelflight comes back and the current TC deputy steps down and she becomes leader, I wonder who she'll get her 9 lives from... Leafpool, Hollyleaf, one or both of her parents, Bramblestar if he's in starclan, one of her kits, maybe Ashfur and we get a nice apology scene??, Shrewpaw maybe? Dustpelt perhaps? Feathertail bc she was on the Great Journey with her, or maybe also a past leader or two

Yo I've definitely thought about this and heres my list

Leafpool - its her sister and she definitely gives her one! Id say either a life of a mother's love or of a sister's loyalty!

Hollyleaf - das her baby! Shed probably tell her how grateful she was that Squirrelflight raised her and how she just as much her mother as Leafpool (cause she is!!) Maybe she'd give her a life of justice or clarity, mostly to be able to justly make decisions or to look past any overwhelming emotions to make the right

Foxleap - he was her first apprentice I believe? I like to think they got along really well and that they're both trans so...a life of true to oneself! Or a life of joy/laughter to always be able to make a good quip to ease tension!

Sandstorm - Firestar already gave Bramble a life so now mama gets too! She'd give Squirrelflight a life of open mindedness, sometimes ypu have to look outside the box or take advice from different scources to make the best decision.

Ferncloud or Ashfur - this one could go either way but they give the same life regardless. Family dosent stop at blood, basically reminding her that Jay, Lion and, Holly were her kits despite not being her biologically. Ferncloud was her friend who helped raise her kits and Ashfur had a huge impact on her life and family! Plus i want an explanation about why hes even in starclan. Like, maybe the point he realized what hed done was seconds before hollyleaf killed him.

Feathertail - she also gave bramble a life but she and Squirrel were friends too Dang it! She gives a life of compassion, to extend a paw to those who need a friend or help! Like how she became friends with crowpaw when felt left out from the prophecy or helping out the tribe.

Dandelionkit AND Juniperkit - they basically give her the same life but its a life of self worth, to know even though she isn't directly taking care of someone she'll always be needed by her kin, her friends and her clan! And she'll always need herself too.

Shrewpaw - her best friend and the second death she ever had to deal with, Shrewpaw probably makes a joke abput not looking both ways before he ran after that pheasant and then they hug like a bunch of nerds. Shrewpaw gives her a life of perseverance, to never give up in the face of danger and always make it back home to her family.

Bramblestar - it's kinda customary for the leader before them to give their last life and I either wanna say he gives her a life of either forgiveness (more so him apologizing for the way he treated her and hopes to be able to forgive others in the future) or a some akin to what bramblePAW learned in the first series! Something along the lines of not bending to other people's expectations of her because of whos she's related to or how they perceive her. Because she's always been enough as is, she dosent need to be anything but Herself.

... and that's that. I want Squirrelstar damnit

[occult-castiel]

Let’s get angsty. Character analysis. Slight fic at the end that illustrates the point

 

In the bookshop fire scene

 

Crowley pain is visceral, when pushed. It's explosive, it’s the sobbing in a bar, begging kind of pain. The full break from the outward personality projection. And it is sad, to see a character pushed like that. To see someone who has that cooler exterior break. Scream. Curse the world and cry

 

But Aziraphale…

 

Aziraphale's brand of pain is the quiet despair. The whisper of a tear that doesn't fall. The echoing sounds of sadness reverberates and etches itself on his face in some solemn painting of not quite endurance, exactly, but acceptance. Painful, painful acceptance.

 

If Aziraphale would’ve been put in a burning bookshop situation, he wouldn’t have yelled, or cursed, or sobbed in a bar. He would’ve fallen to his knees at the pool of holy water, and the look on his face would’ve been enough to see the depths of the sort of pain that shapes you. The kind that reaches inside and takes away the only thing you’ve allowed yourself to want, however recklessly.

 

Foolish, he’d think, as Crowleys grave stairs him in the face. The accumulation of six thousand years. Foolish of me to ever dream this would end another way

 

Because that’s what Aziraphale always thought, from the moment the Arrangement, their excuse to be a consistent factor in each others lives, was made. He always knew, in the back of his mind, that this was probably a tragedy. And yet he haphazardly hoped.

 

Hes thought Crowley was reckless, actively worried about him some nights, but in that moment of loss, hed know that he was the one that took the cake in that department. One big gamble to one up all of Crowleys small one. And he lost

 

When Crowley's dream ends in tragedy, hes a ball of sadness. Anger. Tears. A mess. Hes built for thinking and doing, not planning or handling emotions. So his emotions explode, and he drowns in a bottle. Ready for Armeggedon to take him. The one thing he wanted in all of existence, snuffed out. And he sobs

 

When Aziraphale's dream ends in tragedy. Well. It’s a fact that seeps into his soul. The thing he knew was likely to come, and the fact that he let himself ever hope otherwise, ever allowed himself to want, reaffirms how hopeless it really was the whole time. He doesn't cry. Not then, and wouldn’t until after Armageddon, but Aziraphale didn't die in canon, so neither has Crowley in this situation.

 

We saw how Crowleys changed when Aziraphales popped back up. But in this spin, I think it would’ve taken something or someone to physically pull him out of his headspace, and then he would dissociate through what needed to be done to stop Armageddon. His moral compass would still demand he do the thing he thinks is right, he wouldn’t end up in a bar. But the dissociation would be pervasive

 

And then any ambiguity on the nature of their relationship would’ve been thrown out the window entirely. Cause Aziraphale definitely would’ve kissed him at the very first opportunity. There is no more risk now, he's already faced that outcome. Now the real risk is not doing exactly what he's tried to stop himself from wanting all these years. He already knows what Crowley wants. It doesn't even feel like throwing caution to the wind

 

I honestly would kill to see the reverse acted out. Michael would’ve killed it and ripped all of our collective hearts out.

 

Oh, and if Crowley was gone and the apocalypse was still stopped? Hed cry. Not directly after. Not at the bus stop. Not even when he sees one of Crowley’s jackets hung by his door frame.

 

It’d be quiet, that first night. Everything in the bookshop so painfully still. He’d robotically pull out his kettle and fill it with water, and put it on the stove. A mindless activity, something his hands do as his mind ticks and sizzles like static. There are no thoughts

 

But then hed grab a mug.

 

It takes a moment, before the recognition hits. He drops it like fire before his mind can think. Its shatters, but his head sees something else entirely-

 

It was the bookshops first night.

 

Crowley had poked fun at him for years about the idea. Every few rendezvous hed bring it up, ask if he'd done it yet. For years hed said not yet, haven't gotten to it, and Crowley would make some quip about how books are too boring to bother with anyway.

 

But of course, he was there. Wasn’t he always, when it mattered?

 

And he seemed impressed, really. It was a massive collection. “You’ve been busy,” he’d said, as he scanned the place. His mind was always categorizing, filing away bits of information into the rich world of his thoughts

 

The demon turned back to him and slipped a little box in his hand. His posture was relaxed, but his movements jerked. They were anxious, and always had been when they let lines blur for a stolen moment

 

“Consider it a housewarming gift, angel.”

 

The words had been soft, almost an unsure whisper, and Aziraphale desperately wanted to kiss him for just the briefest of moments-

Stupid, stupid angel

 

Aziraphale drops to the floor. The remnence of the lost gift blurr as tears pool

Why why why

He clutches his torso as sobs rip through him and he shakes

 

Why hadn’t he just kissed him then? Why let himself fall? Why wasn’t he there to stop it?

 

Crowley had left him in the same state he’d slithered in as, a discarded angel that burnt with questions that had no good answer

[voidselfshipp]

Mantainance

Ok to rb

--stop moving!--jerico said trying to fix up some of the circuits in revenants back The bot let out a grunt in response--oh dont come bitching to me,you were the one who collapsed on my damn bed,Sit,shut up and let me fix you

Rev rolled his eyes,hed never tell her why he was moving so much.

Truth was that he was incredibly touchstarved,and the soft delicate touches jeris hand were making as she fixed him up werent helping.

His bodys first reaction was to come closer to her hands,but being who he was revenant would violently lean forwards away from her hands.

Whenever jericos hand would press against him his hands would curl up in fists and grunt,at least to appear in pain, wich was less humiliating than leaning in like a cat who wants attention.

She finished and closed the compartment on his back, he was hesitant to stand up and leave,and jer picked up on it.

Her hand pressed against his shoulder,he wanted to shake it off with force but instead he just looked at her.

His gaze wasnt cold, jerico noticed, it was soft and hesitant,glowing a faint hue of Orange.

--is everything alright?--she asked worried.

He tried to look for the right words but nothing came out of his mouth, he just sort of leaned in her touch and sat closer, wishing for it to be enough of a clue.

And thankfully it was.

Jeri wrapped her arms around his waist, and put her head on his chest, revenants head ontop of hers.

His machinery hummed,sounding almost like a purr, he sighed and looked away,ready for the sassy quip to come.

--if you need a hug just tell me--jer said almost in a whisper.

He didnt answer and just hugged her tighter, eyes closed.

She softly pushed away, cupping his metal face with her hands and leaning in--im not gonna make fun of you

Should he let his guard down? Should he just shut up and leave?.

His walls were cracking, he knew it but fear held him back, he looked into her eyes trying to find the smallest of hints of malice in her gaze,and found nothing.

How much he hated it.

He hated the fact that she was so kind to everyone she met, always helping,always ready to make everyone feel happy, ready to support everyone.

She always told him she was there for him, always had her arms Open,he always declined.

But not today.

He pushed her closer, kissing her for a brief moment and falling on the bed,her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck.

His hands steadily on her waist and head on the crook of her neck.

Jericos cheeks heats up,letting out a soft coo, kissing the top of his head wrapped in the bandana.

He missed this touch,he missed this warmth,this closeness.

--if you ever need anything..come to me first,ill see what I can do

For a period of time,revenant thought nobody could do him any good,nobody could ever help him or do things for him.

Turns out, he was wrong.

He finally found softness in his life, and he'll protect it at any cost.

He hid his face further and whispered a soft "Thank you..." wishing to extend this moment for ever.

[bahrlee]

Suck the Blood From my Wound

Basically Beach Bear simps after Dook. Enjoy

🦇🦇🦇chapter two: dead behind the eyes🦇🦇🦇

After the strange experience from a week ago---he still swore someone put something in his drink that caused him to imagine that whole thing---he decided to stay away from that part of town for a little particularly the place he drove home from, and even more particularly that seven eleven. He wasn't even going to try to comprehend the existence of Mythical creatures in the real world, he was just going to think it was a dream, and leave it up to that. He liked going out at night though during the summertime. He liked to make the most of his warm feelings towards the night before autum and winter came, which sent him down an inconvenient depression. He decided to stay in the vicinity of his town this time, in Hope's of not encountering anything strange tonight.

   Well, he encountered something strange that night. He decided to go see a movie. To makes the most out of it, he sat in the back corner, away from everyone. The seclusion gave him the focus he needed to enjoy the movie to its fullest. He didnt buy anything usually, he just came to watch. But when he went for his original spot, someone else was already there. He didnt feel like sharing space with another person today; honestly he enjoyed his alone time more than hed like to admit, even with the lack of real friends, but maybe he could. Or so he thought until the stranger glared at him in an eerily familiar way. Hes never seen him before, either. He wouldve known if he saw a unique looking person like him before. 

   Sharp blue eyes against dark skin---an interesting combo he really liked. His hair sat on his head in perfect ringlets. Well, the long parts that is. He had a mullet, something odd that hes never seen in awhile. He made out a David Bowie t-shirt under his studded jacket. Wearing leather in the uncomfortable florida summer, a bold choice. It was enough to entice him, and to draw him nearer, even with the glare.

   "Go away." He stated firmly.

   "Well I always sit here when I come here." He argued back.

   "Well I'm new to this town, so why dont you give me a little space, huh?" There was a slight curve at the side of his mouth.

   "Since your new, how about you meet people?" He asked sitting down, taking a seat one seat away from him.

   "I-I dont like that very much, ha." It was now a full on smile, bringing a gentle presence to his cold hard features. 

   "You from Louisiana?" He asked him, noticing the Cajun pronunciation that was very present in his voice. 

   "New Orleans." He said.

   Enter, another long dramatic pause.

   "Hey, that's cool. What brings you here?" He asked next. 

   He shrugged. "I dont have to tell you that." He said. "Just know I'm here now." He took a sip of his drink and turned his head to the blank screen for a short moment before hitting him with a question. "You always talk to people like this?" He asked him, standoffish.

   "I usually come here for some alone time, but guess who waltzed right into my area?" He quipped back. 

   "Well god forbid other people like the dark corners of the theater just like you." He shot.

   Beach laughed quietly, entertained by this intriguing stranger. "I'm Beach."

   He raised a brow at him. "That's your name?"

   Beach drew a blank for a moment. He was always good with words, always good at finding a comeback, a return, a rebuddle---but he found himself completely lost for words with this guy. "I mean it's a nickname and I hate my real name so…."

   He looked at him spitefully as if he knew his real name. It scared him, but made him want to talk to him even more. 

   "I'm Dook." He said.

   "Hey Dook." 

   He didnt respond back, he just gave him a look and turned away.

   Then the movie started.

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   Beach came to the realization he had a type. Men who were completely uninterested in and unimpressed by him. It wasnt really a power thing, it was more of a n equality thing. He liked someone he could play off of, and have fun with. Or maybe it was a power thing and he liked being a weak little simp. He was tall, smart, and sarcastic, so he was always though as someone assertive, and mean, but in truth he wasnt much. He was sweet, he liked to garden and read books, he wasnt nearly as intimidating than what people thought.

   Dook seemed a bit shy too. Not a big initiator of conversation. He still talked to him, and joked with him, but the whole time he remained a bit flustered by the presence if another person. It made him mysterious, and he liked it a lot.

   Another thing, Dook didnt talk to him during the movie, so he could really actually pay attention to the whole thing like he wanted, even with a person a seat apart from him. Maybe it was because Dook didnt want to give him the time of day in the first place, but he didnt move, so that was a sign he didnt give a completely mediocre first impression. 

   He didnt even looking like he was watching the movie for thst matter. Just staring off into the distance, through the screen, off in his own world. Maybe he was lost in thought, and he came to the movies to think more than watch. Or maybe he was just zoned out and his head was empty. Either way, he seemed out of it.

   But besides all that, he thought he was cute.

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   When the movie was done, and the people filed out, he was surprised to see Dook still left in his seat.

   "Hey, are you gonna get up?" He asked him, helplessly curious. Now that the theater was lit, he noticed the heavy dark circles under his eyes.

   In response, Dook just closed his eyes and shrugged. Would it be pretty dark here at this time of night? He asked.

  He looked at his watch. 10:30. "Yeah, it's pretty dark. You think Florida's like reverse Alaska or something? Where we have three whole days of sunlight or something?"

   "Quit thinking I'm dumb." He said, a particularly nasty roll to the voice. Maybe it was playful? He couldnt tell.

   "Okay, um… seeya I guess." He turned around, but turned back around. "Um…. I can show you around town, sometime." He started playing with a strand of his hair like he always did when he was nervous. 

   "Like a date?" He blushed, finally showing a sign of being flustered. 

   "No, it doesnt have to be, it's just that you're new and I know the best places in town, that's all."

   "Okay then. Um, I'm flattered, but no thank you. I've been here a week already."

   "Oh." He said, disappointed. " then Maybe we'll see each other in this exact spot again soon."

   He grinned. "Maybe."

   He left the theater rooms, the theater building, and the downtown area, completely mesmerized that night. What a discovery. He was left with so many questions he should've asked, even if he wouldn't have answered. He almost felt like it wasn't a real experience, similar to a night he had before. He didn't remember which one, he tended to be unable to keep track of what he did sometimes---losing time and procrastination and all that---but he sensed a sort of deja vu from that experience. But he hoped it was real this time, because that man, as he shamelessly admitted in his head, was pretty cute.

[littlebitoffanfic]

Kylo Ren falling in love with Hux’s assistant

Head cannon for Kylo Ren falling in love with one of Huxs assistants - He would see you on the base a few times, every time he would slow to a halt. He would immediately be infatuated with you. - Having always been protective of his things, Kylo would hate the idea of you ‘belonging’ to Hux. - What would make him even more mad is if he can see the two of you get along together. Small quips and inside jokes would drive Kylo mad because he wanted to have that sort of relationship with you. After all, he barely sees you, but you are always by Huxs side. - He starts to get his anger a little more under control. You had seen him once while he had used his lightsaber to smash a console. He turned and saw you standing at the end of the hall way, your mouth open slightly as you stared at him in fear. he held out a hand to try and show that he wouldn’t hurt you but you turned on your heel and fled, leaving his both angry at himself and hurt. - Hux realising what was going on with Kylo and using it against him. Not in any way that would hurt you. After all, you’re the only one on the entire ship that Hux can stand, but hes not interested in any sort of romantic attachments. He’d mention that you would be at this meeting, but after Kylos recent outburst you don’t want to be in the same room as him. Or if he and Kylo are arguing about something, he would drop in that you agreed with him over Kylo. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes not. But it certainly was fun for the General. - God help you if Hux realises you might have eyes for Kylo. If you come in with a yawn one morning, Hux would ask if you were with Kylo. If he noticed you were daydreaming, he would ask if its about Kylo. Any way the general can get you annoyed or embarrassed, he would. - But Hux would keep this information from the Supreme leader. If the supreme leader ever found out, he would use it against both you and Kylo in a nasty way. - Kylo would take certain paths around the base to try and run into you. He would pass Kylos office your office and anywhere else he thought you might end up traveling to. - Eventually, he would get a chance to see you. He would walk beside you in silence, unable to think of anything to say. The two of you entered a lift to take you both up to the top floor. desperate to know what to do, he would allow your thoughts to enter his mind. “I wish he would take off that mask.” Kylo would tense for a moment, but then raise his hands. He would hate it when he saw you flinch but continued and pulled off the helmet. - When he heard your thought commenting on how handsome he was, he couldn’t help but puff out his chest in pride. - Hed pull the helmet back on just before you reached the top floor. “Come to my room later.” He would turn to you, his voice now deeper and sending a shiver of lust down your spin. You would nod, biting down on your lip before the doors opened and you had to step out. - The next time he saw Hux, he would smirk at the general.

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Bill and Jessica

This is a continuation @skrsgrd-my-boi requested. So here ya go. Super fluffy and some curse words.

This is Bill and Jessica and they're just gonna be happy overload

For the first one go here: https://anastasiaskarsgard.tumblr.com/post/185008455366/i-sooo-need-you-to-write-about-what-would-happen

“Honey I’m home!” Jessica yelled as she walked in the condo, a few minutes past 3 am.

She’d been drinking since that afternoon and had misplaced her iPhone, somewhere along the way. Therefore, she had no clue that Bill had been blowing up her phone all night. She tripped over some shoes in the hallway and ate shit. It wasn’t too bad of a fall, but any type of fall, when you’re an adult is rough. Lucky for her, she was wasted, so everything was just hilarious.

Bill got up and walked out of his room, to find Jessica, lying on the ground laughing hysterically. He hadn’t been able to sleep anyway and had been laying there, rehearsing what he was going to say to her when she got home, but now he was just happy she was back safe.

He went to help her up, but instead of getting up, she pulled him down on top of her.

“Dammit! Where have you been? I’ve been calling you all night! I was worried, sick!” Bill spat at her.

“Billy Willy I might have drunk too much and lost my phone when the sun was still up. So there’s that. And then I was a drinking safari with Angel because she liberated herself from her evil boyfriend, the Dreamkiller. Terrifying guy. No fun at all.” Jessica hiccuped. “Excuse my hiccups, but I love you.” She grabbed bill’s face and pulled him into a deep kiss, interrupted here and there with a hiccup.

Bill was rigid at first, but he really loved Jessica’s drunk ass and couldn’t really be mad, she couldn't answer the phone, if she didn’t even have it.

He pulled away and met her eyes, “you could of at least called and let me know you’re ok.”

“Will do Billy Willy. 10-4 over and out.”

“I’m serious. I love you, and I worry. I know what a drunken jackass you can be, and I’m not saying you can’t go out and get smashed with your friends. I wish you would bring me along so that I can take care of you,” Bill said as he peppered her face with kisses.

“A-ok. Scouts honor,” Jessica tried to salute, but just poked herself in the eye somehow. “Ouch!”

Bill tenderly kissed her eye. “Can I carry you to bed?”

“Only if you’re naked,” Jessica said with a mischievous grin.

Bill had only been wearing boxers, so he quickly was nude and hoisted Jessica up into a bridal hold, carrying her to their room.

“Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer!” Jessica sang out.

“You are THE MOST obnoxious drunk girl that ever lived,” Bill said, rolling his eyes.

“Bitch! I am serenading you, and you call me names? Shame on you! Shame your cow! Shame your whole family!” Jessica giggled, but when she looked at Bill, he looked utterly lost. “Don’t tell me that you never saw Mulan!”

The beautiful Swede looked just as lost as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Put me down. I must go to my secret movie stash!” She said, kicking her legs.

He set her down, and she ran out of the bedroom to get her movie while Bill brushed his teeth. He turned to see her walking in the room carrying a tape box. He spat and asked, “is that really a VHS?”

“Yes. I have all my old Disney movies. I’m not a heathen. I can’t believe you never saw this classic. And you call yourself an artist. Bah!”

Bill beamed at Jessica as she talked to the DVD VCR combo trying to make it work with sloppy drunk impatience. She shooshed him and pressed her ear to the machine, with the cutest little concentration face, Bill had ever seen.

“What are you doing, Jess?”

“I’m making sure, it’s not eating it.... I think we are good.”

She stood up, quickly shedding all her clothes, and bounded over to the bed before diving on it, bouncing around giggling.

Bill loved how silly and free-spirited she could be. He had been like that once, but after playing a few very dark, disturbing roles, he found it more and more difficult to let go, and act a fool.

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He’d met Jessica after an event she had decorated, when his then-girlfriend, had gotten jealous and abandon him there. Bill was rather intoxicated, and his phone was dead, so he had no way to call a ride, and didn’t particularly care. He sat down to smoke when he heard a yelp. He quickly got up and ran towards the direction of the sound, imagining several terrible scenarios, he could be running into. What he found was a breathtakingly beautiful woman, clinging to a ladder that had fallen over against the wall, about to crash down at any moment. He hurried over and righted the ladder, holding it so she could climb down.

Jessica turned to thank her hero, and when she looked into his eyes, her eyes went wide, and she laughed.

”What?” Bill asked self consciously.

“Shut the fuck up! Bill Skarsgård did not just save me! Oh my God, I just told Bill Skarsgård to shut the fuck up! I’m so sorry, my bad. I should be internalizing all this, but I’m an asshole.” She hid her face in her hands, shaking her head.

“No worries. What were you doing on that ladder?” He asked.

Jessica explained she was tearing down the party now and was working. She owned a company that made any theme, or vision you had, a reality. Want a flapper fundraiser? Jess would come in with feather boas hanging from giant white balloons, that lit up. Champagne bottles turned upside down, spraying balloon bubbles, in a cascade. Make amazing centerpieces and turn a plain ballroom, into a scene out of the Great Gatsby...

Bill found her very easy to talk to and followed her around holding the ladder as she told him about all the different parties she’d done and hilarious anecdotes of her adventures.

“I’m just talking away and although I’m not complaining, why is a movie star helping me?” Jessica asked him, biting her lip nervously.

“Well, for one you’re a lot of fun to talk to. Also, I’m learning a lot about event planning, which I imagine is useful, but my phone is dead, and my date abandon me,” he said, making a pouty face.

Jessica couldn't believe anyone would abandon this sweet, beautiful man, but she knew the bitch he was dating, so it wasn't a complete shock. She knew all about him.

You see, although Jessica was hiding it well if Bill knew her better, he knows she talked a lot when she was nervous. She was worried because she was 1000% a Bill stan and even had a Tumblr dedicated to him. So outside she was quirky and cool, inside she was losing her fucking mind and had died and been brought back to life like 50 times that evening.

”Use my phone.” she said, handing him her phone.

Bill took the phone and stared at it blankly.

”You can use my Uber account or google a cab. Or you probably only like limos huh? You can also rent a car, and they'll pick you up, or I can give you a ride in my awesome ass van, but that'll be quite some time since I have to get all the decor down. I don't have to clean or anything. Just get my shit and go.”

”you wouldn't mind?”

Jessica nearly fell over. Her mind raced as she thought about driving with Bill in her work van. It was taking all her power, not to fangirl the fuck out, but he was surprisingly easy going and seemed like he just wanted to be a normal person. ”No! You can help me carry stuff so there are fewer trips and we leave sooner.”

Bill didn't want to leave sooner, but he nodded, and they went around collecting everything, laughing and chatting. When it was time to go, Bill panicked at the thought of never seeing her again but reminded himself he had a girlfriend. He climbed in the van and told her the hotel he was staying at while she turned on her Spotify.

”Okay, so I have a girlfriend.” he blurted out.

”Not a very nice one, but to each his own I suppose. Don't worry tho Bill; I wasn't planning on taking advantage of you.” she quipped.

Bill blushed and asked, ”well can you text me your number, in case I ever need to decorate an event or need to laugh?”

She could not believe Bill motherfucking Skarsgard was asking for her number. She handed him her phone, to text himself and tried to focus on not swooning so hard, she crashed the van.

Soon she dropped him off at his hotel, and it wasn't until he was safely inside she screamed.

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Bill crawled in bed, and snuggled up to Jessica, happier than hed ever been in his life. She was the light to the dark, and as he watched the movie, listening to her commentary, singing along word for word to every song, he wondered how long was polite, to ask someone to marry them.

[osmw1]

Head Over Heels from the Scarf I Lent Her  Chapter 5—The Warm Sun, and Lunch

“So? What happened afterwards?” “What are you on about all of a sudden?”

Ōyodo Jun—my classmate who sits in front of me—leans his arm on the back of his chair and turns to me. It isn’t unusual for Jun to start rambling about something incomprehensible, but it sounds awfully as if he’s talking about Satsuki. She’s a total lifesaver for cleaning Tooru’s room. Jun lets out a dirty smirk and looks at Tooru.

“Something had to had happened, right? She’s totally fallen for you.” “What, do you think I’ve got the balls to do anything to a girl as cute as her?” “… you’re being serious. Well, I guess not.”

For some reason, Jun dejectedly pouts as he shifts his arm from the seatback to Tooru’s desk.

“What a letdown, man. You gotta get better stories to tell.” “Why do I have to make sacrifices just to amuse you?” “That’s the way how things work. Hurry up and get a girl.” “Ow, cut it out.”

Tooru pushes Jun away, who was smacking him on his head, and then places his elbows on his desk too.

“First of all, you don’t have a girlfriend either. You better check yourself first.” “Gah! Straight through the heart! You don’t mince words, do you?”

Ignoring his exaggerated reaction, Tooru instead overhears the conversation of another group.

“Didja hear about Miyamoto Amane’s little sister?” “Yeah, dude. They she’s a total babe, unlike Amane. Go hit her up.” “You crazy? I’m not about to poke the bear, thank you very much.”

Already famous on the second day of school, eh? Well, she was well-known to begin with anyway, so no surprise there. Seems like everyone is so scared of Amane that no one is willing to get close to Satsuki. That was Tooru’s plan too, but somehow things ended up this way.

Luckily, Amane is another class so Tooru hasn’t got mixed up in her business at all. Unlike Satsuki, there’s not much noteworthy about how Amane looks, save for her chest. She’s probably number one in school in that aspect. It’s a mystery what she thinks about her younger sister, but Tooru isn’t about to march up to her and ask. And why does Satsuki look so down as well? It’s gotta have something to do with her family, but she didn’t seem like she wanted to talk about it. As he’s just her acquaintance, Tooru can only remain an outsider—whether for her sake or his own. Seems like Jun has overheard the other group too. Still sitting backwards on his chair, he faces Tooru.

“Must be tough then.” “It’s not too bad. We’re gonna be going home separately.” “Huh? You two are planning to meet every day?” “Ah…”

Tooru had dug his own grave and Jun has a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You’ve finally showed your true colors.” “It’s not like I’ve done any—” “Shut up! And treat me to something with your paycheck!” “What?! Why do I have to?!”

Tooru dodges Jun’s attacks and then sits back, spacing out. Satsuki’s face pops into his mind. They’re friends or something or other now, right? She’s not alone anymore like that winter day, right? His daydreams are cut short by the bell.

  Tooru always eats lunch at the same place—a sunny spot behind the school. It’s his daily routine to sit on the concrete outside of an unused classroom on the first floor. And of course, if it’s raining or snowing, he’d eat lunch inside instead.

But today, the warm spring air lulls the sandman. To have lunch while basking in the sun was Tooru’s thing and this is his place. Or was. He spots a familiar figure and waves.

“Hey, Miyamoto. Fancy meeting you here.” “Wha—?!”

Satsuki was sitting there about to open her lunch box. Her face is bright red like she was taken by complete surprise. After making sure not a single other soul was around, Tooru sits down next to Satsuki, leaving but a little room between them. On the other hand, perhaps still surprised, her face was still flushed red.

Sitting side by side again, Satsuki is small. She’s probably not even 160 cm tall. On the other hand, Tooru passed the 180 cm mark already. Sure, the average height of high schoolers is going higher and higher, but Tooru himself didn’t even think he’d grow this much.

That’s why it was natural for him to be able to look at what she has for lunch. Wieners cut into the shape of octopuses, omelette, and veggie stir-fry with a small portion of white rice. You could even say that this is the traditional Japanese packed lunch. On the other hand, Tooru’s lunch was fried chicken from the freezer section and rice. He had just had an earful from Jun, saying how he’s soon going to get fat. So, Tooru retaliated with a punch.

“Your lunch sure looks good.” “Oh, you think so?” “I’ve only got some previously-frozen chicken and rice. Probably isn’t doing my body any good.” “That’s true…”

Though he would’ve preferred her saying otherwise, Tooru relaxed after seeing Satsuki strain a laugh. He’s not sure what to make of it, but Satsuki suddenly waving her hands around.

“Umm, I would still like you even if you get a little chubbier too, though!” “Et tu, Satsuki?”

Tooru was at a loss as he opened his lunch box. Is that my future? I’m destined to be overweight? But even then, he’s busy in the morning getting ready for school and busy at night studying. He just wants to keep his grades up is all.

Still, how scary it would be to get fat before graduating. Like, actually. Not wanting him to feel down, the seemingly flustered Satsuki gives him a little fist pump.

“It’s okay. If you’re worried about it, then I’ll help you out!”

Satsuki bursts out with absolute energy. He had been hanging his head down but looks up at the girl so full of enthusiasm and responds like a burnt-out boxer.

“Support? What kind of support?” “How about making you both lunch and dinner?!” “Huh?!”

Of course, he was shocked. Not only is Satsuki bound to be busy in the morning, but wouldn’t she be like his mom packing him a lunch? He hesitates to put such a burden on her.

“No way I can do that to you…” “It would not be a big deal. If anything, it’s hard to cook just one portion, you know?”

He could only nod back. It doesn’t seem like she’s even half-joking. Tooru isn’t familiar with cooking enough to have a sense for that, but it sounds plausible.

And this would be good for his health too. Tooru could avoid the whole getting fat thing. However, he couldn’t just ask for this favor all of a sudden; it’s a lot more time and effort. Isn’t there something he could think of? Satsuki looks up at the thinking Tooru. Her youthfulness really felt like as if she were his younger sister. He’s seriously contemplating ideas, but still almost reached out to pat her head.

Needless to say, though, Tooru had neither the guts nor the feelings for her. He shakes the thought off and keeps thinking. And then, an idea, though a trivial one.

“In that case, I’ll pay you for each lunch.” “But, you’re…” “You’ll be using your own ingredients, right? It’d only be right for me to pay for my share.”

Satsuki looked like she wanted to say something, but she lets out a small breath and nods with a smile.

“Okay then, if you’re fine with that.” “Alright, it’s a plan. Thank you, Madam Miyamoto, for saving me from obesity.” “You’re exaggerating… and call me like you normally do.”

Satsuki waves her hand as if she were a little embarrassed, making him want to protect her even more. Even if she might be feeling down from her home situation, it doesn’t seem like it’s such a big deal to her.

“Anyway, shall we eat? Lunchtime is almost over.” “You’re right. I salute you, frozen food. You have served me well.” “Frozen food sure is handy.”

Tooru responds with a quipping laugh as Satsuki teases him. And then, once again, he looks at her lunch. It looked good the first time he looked, and it still looks good now. He’d love to try a bite. Seeing through him, Satsuki grabs a piece of omelette with her chopsticks and looks up at him. Her hair flows to the other shoulder.

“Want some? A taste-test.” “Uhh, you sure?” “Of course. Consider it research to see what you like.”

Oh, thank you so much. Even Tooru was doubting whether his chicken was enough for lunch.

“Oh, you don’t have to feed me it… it’s a little embarrassing.” “Oh, really?” “Aren’t you…? Anyway, you can just put it in my container and I’ll eat it myself.”

Satsuki’s face turns bright red again after hearing what he said. Then, she silently puts the egg on top of his food. So, it wasn’t on purpose yesterday after all. Tooru then looks down at the omelette.

It looks well-made and smells slightly sweet. There’s no way it won’t taste good. He opens his mouth and stuff his cheeks with the omelette. Tooru looks over to his side to find Satsuki with a nervous look on her face.

His eyes open wide.

Delicious. It’s perfectly seasoned with both salt and sugar. There’s even slight undertones of broth to it. Tooru has never had an omelette this tasty before. It’s even better than his mother’s.

“Miyamoto, this is amazing.”

He tells her with his mouth full of food and Satsuki chastises him for being improper. The tension had been completely cut and she relaxes her shoulders.

“Thank you. I’m so glad you like it.”

Her smile is as dazzling as always. Tooru didn’t think she could smile this brightly at first, but now he knows better. Swallowing his food revealed a light aftertaste of sweetness and broth. She’s even accounted for aftertaste.

“I’ve got great hopes for tomorrow’s lunch now.” “Look forward to it, okay?”

Their time together was soft and comfortable, if over too soon.

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[astudyinfic]

Flufftober Day 6 - Gift

Originally posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16154378/chapters/37887533

Holding the staff in his hands, Alec spun it mindlessly while Magnus tied his shoes and tried out his own weapon.  Somewhere along the way, training together became second nature to them both, something they did every day, almost without fail.  Alec liked that it gave him a new opponent to practice with (though at this point he was as familiar with Magnus’s fighting style as he was with Izzy’s and Jace’s and Clary’s).  Magnus liked the exercise, the thrill. And he loved being able to spend time with his Alexander.

“You ready?” Alec called, leaning on the staff and smiling bemusedly at his husband. If Alec didn’t know any better, he would think Magnus was stalling.

Magnus smirked back at him.  “Impatient, Alexander? I don’t know why you are in such a hurry to end up on your back.”  Magnus winked and Alec choked on his own tongue. Leave it to Magnus to leave him breathless before they even began.  

Magnus fought with the same grace he did everything else.  His movements were like water, flowing from one attack to another, never staying in one place  Unlike Shadowhunters who tended to plant themselves in one place and let the attack come to them, Magnus moved forward and back, darting around in moves that would have looked just as appropriate on the dance floor as they did in the training room of the loft.  

Alec deflected Magnus’s first attack, easily batting the staff away then swinging his low to try and knock Magnus off his feet.  His husband jumped straight up then used his own staff to propel himself forward and onto Alec. Alec took the opportunity to fall backward, bringing Magnus with him and rolling over so his husband was pinned underneath him.  

“Oh, if you wanted to straddle me, darling, all you had to do is ask.”

Jumping off him, Alec offered his hand and helped Magnus to his feet.  “Tonight,” he grinned, giving Magnus a quick peck and falling back into a ready stance to go once more.

The next round, they got caught up, evenly matched, stalves pinned against one another.  “For an archer,” Magnus purred, meeting Alec’s eyes as they continued to try and move the other one out of the way, “you certainly know your way around a shaft.”

Alec’s moment of hesitation and surprise caused by Magnus’s words was all his husband needed to spin out of their lock and knock Alec to the mat.  “That was cheating,” he complained, even while grinning. “You can’t flirt with demons! They’re not going to freeze just because you say something sexual.”

“Maybe you are underestimating my powers of seduction,” Magnus grinned which grew even more feral when he heard his husband mumble hardly.  “Or, maybe I just like watching you go down.”

The groan from his husband was a reward enough and Magnus offered Alec a hand up.  “All’s fair in love and war, Alexander.” Alec scrambled to his feet and rolled his eyes fondly.  “Maybe you’d like to try something else? Swords maybe?”

“You think you can handle it?” Alec retorted.  It wasn’t something they’d actually tried so Magnus understood his concern, unnecessary as it might be.

He nodded and a practice blade appeared in his hand, “I think I will manage, darling.  I lived through a time when most men used swords.”

Alec narrowed his eyes at Magnus.  He knew his husband’s real age at this point, but he hadn’t gotten around to reading up on the time period itself.  Everything he knew about it came from Magnus, which he now realized was a failing on his part as Magnus could have told him anything at all and Alec would have been none the wiser.  But, if Magnus thought he could handle swords, who was Alec to refuse. He’d always wanted to see Magnus fight with one but knew his sensitivity when it came to the eerie red glow the seraph blades gave off when he touched them so Alec never asked.  

If Magnus was offering, Alec was hardly going to say no so he grabbed one of the practice swords from the rack and turned to face his husband, confident in his abilities when it came to this style of fighting.  Though, curiosity was eating at him to see how Magnus was going to do it.

“I love the way you look with a sword in your hands.  Those long fingers wrap around the hilt so nicely.” Even as the words came out of his mouth, Magnus managed to look innocent, something Alec didn’t even realize was possible.

“By the angel, babe.”  Without any preamble, he lunged for Magnus, who parried immediately.  They went back and forth, the wooden weapons’ dull thuds echoing in the space they’d created in the loft for just this.  With all the innuendos, Alec was thankful they were still at home. He loved them but he didn’t love the teasing he would have received if any of his subordinates heard this.

Magnus fought well and Alec was impressed but he made things a lot more difficult on himself than he needed to.  The blade moved back and forth between his hands depending on which side was facing his opponent. His fighting style really lent itself to dual blades like Clary rather than one single sword.  

“Mags, why don’t you grab another sword.  Might be better for you. Right now you’re making it too hard.”  The moment the words left his mouth, Alec knew.

He didn’t even have to wait the length of a heartbeat for Magnus to raise his brow and quip, “You make it hard too, darling.”

“Magnus, how do you do it?”  Alec ran a hand through his hair, half-exasperated and half-amused.  “How do you manage to make everything into an innuendo?”

“It’s a gift, darling,” Magnus replied.  “It’s just a gift.”