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[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: December 2023

HAPPY NEW YEARS!! 🥳 May every single one of you lovely people out there have the best and brightest year to come ✨

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | 💜 (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Good Neighbor @sugaurora [0.7K] // knj x f.reader // neighbors!au, winter!au // 🥰🥰🥰

📝 Namjoon’s solitary tendencies versus the cookies. Spoiler: The cookies win.

🗨️ God, this was so fucking sweet 🥹 like sugary sweet fluffy fantastic! I loved it 💖 the way Namjoon just observes oc, and then helping her in the end 👏🏾 even though this is short, it’s fucking brilliant. The writing is just 😘😘 like I wished there was so much more, but I’m also so pleased with just what is 😌

⭐A Word from our Sponsors 💯 @ugh-yoongi [17.5K] // knj x f.reader // podcast!au, f2l, idiots to lovers  // 😂🥵🥰

📝 You’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it. 

🗨️ Okay. This. Was. Exceptional ✨🥹 I am slightly speechless, so this review might be short or long or just a rambling of my dainty thoughts. Here goes: it was amazing, seriously one of the best fics I’ve ever read 😭 everything just had that perfect flow, the writing was incredible, like I can’t even speak? The characters, out of this world fantastic ✨ the whole thing, just, perfect. Perfection. I don’t know what else to call it, sorry. The world building and tension was so fucking delicious I just ate it up! 😭 And their banter and chemistry was just off the charts amazing. Perfection. And it was so fucking hilarious too!! Many times I was just laughing or chuckling, like the lovesick fool I am 😂 it was definitely worth it to stay up late tonight to finish this masterpiece ✨ And them reading the fanfiction 💀 😂 priceless ✨👏🏾

Seokjin

⭐The IKEA Test by @yoon-bug [9.1K] // ksj x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰😂

📝 One review on IKEA’s website called the BRIMNES bed frame the leading cause of divorce due to its difficult assembly. You and Seokjin had laughed when you read it. Now, you weren’t so sure.

🗨️ Their banter and all the sexual innuendos are damn hilarious! I thoroughly enjoyed this very much 💜 

⭐I Don’t Think I’m Okay by @ressjeon [4K] // ksj x f.reader // slice of life, idiots to lovers!au, childhood friends!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 With many chances wasted, you couldn’t even resist anymore.

🗨️ A cute little Seokjin fic 🥰

⭐Turn Back Time 💯 by @raplinesmoon [13.3K] // ksj x f.reader // time travel!au // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

🗨️ Seokjin’s childhood/school was just, ugh, I really felt heartache for thirteen year old Seokjin 🥹 So very common as a kid, to wish you’re older – and then it’s just not what he expected at all. I really loved it! There were a few times I was laughing so damn hard, times where I was shedding a few tears as well. Just, incredibly good; very well written, the story was captivating and motivating, just yeah, brilliant. (Sorry, I’m suddenly bad with words). I loved the ‘lessons’ he learned, and then having the luxury (I’m using that word because we don’t have that irl) of going back to his childhood (almost like starting over) and damn it was good 👏💯

Yoongi

⭐Sinful Lust [series; ongoing] 💯 by @oddinary4bts [wordcount loading…] // myg x jjk x f.reader // established relationship, bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi, slice of life // 🥵🌩️

📝In an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating…

🗨️  Holy 😱 😱 😱 this is just completely unadulterated sin 🥵🫣 I can not describe how much I love this fic! It has A LOT of angst and at times it’s just sad reading how each character falls apart 😭 it’s amazing! If you’re into stories that will have you question your own morals and who to root for, this is for you 💖

⭐In Between the Pages of You [series; ongoing] @unique-high [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader // s2l // 🥰😂🌩️

📝 Yoongi fell in love with you. A girl he had never even met before. Knew everything that you were made up of within 96 pages of a worn red journal with a nirvana sticker on front, with coffee and tea-stained pages that also smelled of lilacs and summer. 

🗨️ I can already tell that this story will be amazing; it’s so sweet, cute and tender. The storyline/idea is really cute and fluffy, like who wouldn’t love that?? 😭 And as someone who wrote countless journals as a teen, this one just hits differently. It’s so cute and the concept is gold 💜 I really, really look forward to reading the next chapters and what Yoongi will uncover of OC through her journal. And if he can return it to her sometime and they meet! 🥹

⭐F*ck Christmas 💯 @sailoryooons [23.4K] // myg x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog. 

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this sometime last year and it was perfection - it still is! ✨ It’s so so so fucking good. If you haven’t read it, please do so 🥹 it’s also one of the best Christmasy fics 💜

Hoseok

⭐Ho Ho Horrible 💯 @ugh-yoongi [5.6K] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, neighbor!au, holiday!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.)

🗨️ No– this was just so freaking cute! 😭 Like fluffy cute and also extremely funny, just what I love. I loved this so much 💜 OC’s friendship with Tae, their banter was 💯 and then with Hobi, just so so good! It was so cute and OC’s internal dialogue is just funny 😂A really cute holiday themed Hoseok fic that I can’t recommend enough!!!! Everything was just great. Had me smiling and giggling a few times – please go read it 🥹💜

⭐Started with a Sparkle, now we’re on Fire @the-boy-meets-evil [6.5K] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 You're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.

🗨️ Really really good! I really liked it 💜 I really loved how both sweet and demanding Hoseok was, guiding oc through everything.

Jimin

⭐Couchsurfer 💯 @heartbeatan [6K] // pjm x f.reader // s2l // 🥵🥰

📝 This was left intentionally blank 🫥

🗨️ Omg this was so fucking good! 💯 First, really well written and the pacing was lovely, even though it’s short and one night they spend together 🥹 the build up of their tension and their chemistry was off the charts! So impeccably done! Fuck. I loved it ✨ it’s insane how good this story is and Jimin is just so sweet, romantic and nasty 🥵 I can’t tell you how turned on I got by the description of how Jimin handled OC, like damn 🥵 this is so fucking good, please don’t sleep on the this beauty 💖 Normally, I’m not one for one night stands, because I catch feelings for the characters, but this has a lovely ending that I loved - so fucking good!

Lol. Can not stop screaming about this one. Please go read it, fuck. PLEASE 😌 ✨

⭐Paper Hearts @namfinessed [9K] // pjm x f.reader // f2l, college!au // 🥰

📝 hearts fragile like paper, tear it or don’t?

🗨️ I think it is both cute and heartwarming, with their foolishness and stubbornness towards each other. I loved how the fic becomes full circle with the description of love by both Jimin and reader and then again at the end - really, really beautiful! 😍 I really loved this, it was well written, their friendship and love really shined through too! If you haven’t read this one yet, you really should 💜

Taehyung

⭐The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd [14K] // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // 🥵

📝 You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

🗨️ At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore I’ve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT 🥵 There’s a lot of banter and their mutual ‘hatred’ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing ✨

⭐Loverboy 💯 by @kookslastbutton [7.1K] // kth x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

🗨️ These coworkers gotta go, okay?! 😠🤣 Planting seeds of doubt in OC’s head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real ‘loverboy’ 😍 Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC 🥹 That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it ✨

⭐Hush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung [wordcount loading…] // kth x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, music festival!au // 🥵

📝 Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..

🗨️ Pure gold ✨ — I don’t really have much to say, except GO READ IT.

⭐Under wraps by @jungkxook [15K] // kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

🗨️ I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU 🥵 the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built 👏🏾 I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating 🥹 the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and tae’s parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels 😂 ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) 😍 a really great fic that I’ll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come ✨ I loved it! Please go read it if you haven’t already 🥹

⭐Somebody Else 💯 by @jamaisjoons [4.2K] // kth x f.reader ft. yoongi // established relationship + post break up!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Yoongi doesn’t want you anymore. but he can’t stand watching you with someone else. 

🗨️ Holy s– 🥵 I don’t even know where to begin with this one! It’s really good and the that is mainly from Yoongi’s pov makes it truly special – he is observing them and damn is it hot 🥵 Aish, really good 💯

Jungkook

Nothing this month 😞 — I AM SO SORRY that I haven’t read any with JK this month (though he is featuring in some with the other members). My JK ‘to read’ list is the LONGEST imao 😂 I’ll hopefully do better next month – but you can always check my Jungkook Library 💜

I have spend most of December being on holiday/time off, which gave me a lot of time to write my own stuff, which in the end gave me less time to read 😣 But it’s all good! I loved getting some stories and thoughts out of my head and now there’s space to read and obsess over other’s stories again 😀

Borahae 💜

[the-travelling-witch]

Pulling them in for a kiss by their belt/ tie

summary: you pull them in for a kiss by their belt/ tie, how do they react?

pairings: post-timekip!rindou x gn!reader; ran x reader; inui x reader; kokonoi x reader; hanma x reader

warnings: suggestive [not nsfw but still a little spicy]; mentions of alcohol consumption in inui’s; use of princess/ doll in ran´s, use of doll in hanma´s but gn pronouns in both; kinda implied that hanma and ran are taller than the reader; reader is a teasing menace

a/n: finally, a tokyo revengers post again!! i´ve been down bad for seishu ever since @virtue-and-beneviolence shipped me with him and it shows; if you enjoy the fic, i´d be so grateful if you´d share your thoughts with me through reblogs, comments or asks!! ♡

tokyo revengers masterlist

RINDOU

Humming to yourself, you made your way to your bedroom. Leaning against the doorway, you studied the sight before you. Your boyfriend was currently getting ready for a work event he had been complaining about all week. And since it was strictly gang business, outsiders weren´t allowed to attend.

With avid interest you watched Rindou´s back muscles flex as he pulled the white dress shirt on. If you looked closely enough you could still see the black lines of his tattoo through the material. You sighed as he rolled up the sleeves, revealing the black ink on his right forearm completely.

Your boyfriend´s formerly blank expression softened the slightest bit as he turned around and came closer to where you were standing, extending a hand to cup your cheek. “I´m sorry, angel, I know I´ve been busy with work lately. But I really can´t miss tonight. I´d rather stay here as well.”

“It's okay, Rin, I´m not upset or anything. Work´s work, after all.” You didn´t have it in you to correct his interpretation when he was being so cute about it. “Anything I can help with?”

“Well, if you´re already offering, mind buttoning up the shirt?” Again, you doubted your boyfriend had any ulterior motives when asking but you sure had when agreeing to. Straightening up, your hand reached for his hip as you hooked one finger in his belt loop and pulled him flush to your chest. “Y/n?!”

“Well, I need you to come a little closer to properly do it, wouldn´t you agree?” There was a mischievous lilt in your voice but if he thought you were going to stop with just this, he was sorely mistaken. 

Your boyfriend was already looking so handsome tonight, surely nobody could fault you for the way you ran your palms over the planes of his defined abs, which twitched at your touch. The fingers of your left hand slowly traced his tattoo, leaving goosebumps in their wake and sent a shiver down his spine.

“Y/n.” Your name came out more sternly this time, something which didn´t deter you from your ministrations but only encouraged you to keep going. Through hooded eyes, you held his gaze as your fingertips non-chalantly dipped beneath his waistband. A small smirk tugged on your lips at the way his breath hitched at the contact. But before they could venture any further, Rindou firmly grabbed your wrists and held them up to his chest. “I swear to god, you can be such a menace.”

“Sorry,” you giggled. “But you´re right. We don´t want to you to get too excited before the night even started.”

“Remind me again why I asked to date you?” He groaned as he fixed you with the most deadpan expression you'd seen in a while. 

“Because you love me, of course~”

“Highly debatable.”

“Oh come on,” you cooed as you twisted your wrists out of his grip just to press them against his pecs and slide them over his shoulders. Gently scraping your nails down his nape, you leant in close to his ear and whispered “We both know you wanna kiss me so badly. Denying it only makes you look stupid and, I assure you, it´s not a good look on you.” 

When you leant back again, Rindou seemed to still process your words as his lips were left slightly parted. But then, they pressed into a tight line as he fixed you with a mean glare that normally meant pain for the person at the receiving end. Seizing your chin in one hand, he tilted it so you were staring at each other head on.

“So that´s how you wanna play, brat?” 

“Sure is,” you hummed with a grin just to see his jaw lock.

Apparently, “please” wasn´t the only magic word to get what you wanted because after your reply left your mouth, the only thing on your lips were Rindou´s. The kiss started out fast and powerful, the hand on your chin cupping the back of your neck instead to angle your head however he wanted while the hand on the small of your back kept you pressed against him. You kissed back with just as much fervour, palms pressing against his chest and occasionally lightly digging your nails into the muscle there.

But before long, it mellowed out into soft traces on each other´s skin and slower rhythms. You concentrated on the beating of his heart under your fingertips as you parted without any haste to catch your breath. Instead of creating any physical distance you simply pressed your foreheads together. 

“I won´t forget this, you hear?” It was probably meant as somewhat of a threat, yet in your ears it was merely an enticing promise.

“You´d better not,” you laughed breathlessly.

[“Are you done pushing my buttons now?”

“Mhm, I still need to button up the ones on your shirt though”]

RAN

Turning in front of your floor-length mirror, you ran your hands down the sides of your evening attire, hoping to smooth out whatever wrinkles and creases might have formed while getting dressed. When you were satisfied with your handiwork, you started putting on every accessory you had chosen for tonight.

A few hours prior, you had received a cryptic text from your boyfriend to “not make any plans for tonight and put on something nice”. While it might have been a surprise to somebody else, you hardly batted an eye, thoroughly used to Ran´s antics by now. 

You were fiddling with the clasp of your necklace when a low whistle rang through the room. Through the mirror you saw the man of the hour leaning against the doorframe, clad in a fitted suit and his hair styled to perfection, his lilac gaze running from your head to toe and back up as he studied the view in front of him. With an amused grin and his eyes never leaving yours in the reflection, he slowly approached you before taking the two ends of the jewellery and clasping them together for you, the tips of his fingers lightly trailing the skin of your neck as they lingered longer than necessary.

“My, my,” he mused, “I know I said to wear something nice but look at you…Trying to seduce me all over again, doll?”

Leaning back into his chest and pulling his hands in front of you, you hummed as if deep in thought while running your fingers along his slender ones. “And what if I said yes?”

“Then I'd have to admit it's working.” One of his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him as the other brought your hand, which still held his, up to his lips to press fleeting pecks to your knuckles. “Hmm, just what did I do to get so lucky?”

“Considering what you do for a living,” you couldn´t  help but tease, “it's probably something you didn´t do.”

You felt your boyfriend´s chuckle just as much as you heard it, the fingers on your hip playfully pinching the skin there. “Careful now, Princess.”

“Or what else?” You cocked an eyebrow as you mirrored his smirk. “Hate to break it to you but I´m not really scared of someone who can´t even give their significant other a proper kiss.”

“Oh, is that so?” The skin around his eyes crinkled as he narrowed them in mirth. “And what, pray tell, would be ‘a proper kiss‘ in your eyes?”

“This.”

Turning to face your lover, you swiftly latched onto the tie that sat so nicely over his chest and gave it a firm tug. Your sudden action caused Ran to let out a surprised noise not many got to hear before, his usually cocky smirk replaced by wide eyes for once as you brought his face level with yours. Eyes flitting between lilac ones and a pair of very kissable lips, you took another moment to relish in the fact you caught the Ran Haitani off guard before finally closing the gap between you. 

Your boyfriend caught on quickly enough, though, once your lips moved with his, hands coming alive against your hips again to pull you flush to his chest once more. In return, your palms slid over his pecs to his collarbones and to his nape; one slipping under the collar of  his crisp white button-up, the other settling in his hair with every intent to ruin the meticulously styled strands.

When a muffled moan left you as he grabbed the underside of your thigh to wrap it around his waist, Ran wasted no time tangling his tongue with yours, hoping to pull a few more noises from you. Sure, you might have surprised him but it only further encouraged him to get you back for it. Even as you pulled away from him for some much needed air, he simply moved on to your jaw and down your neck, mouth never once leaving your skin. With your head tilted to the side, your gaze fell onto the clock on the wall.

“Ran,” you panted, slightly tugging at his hair again, to detach him from the curve of your neck. “Dinner…We really need to go soon…”

“So, I can´t even finish what you started, doll?” His typical grin had returned as he tucked your clothes back into place. It was his fault they were dishevelled in the first place, after all. “But you´re right, we should get going. The earlier we leave, the earlier we´ll be back.”

“A proper kiss needs to be properly followed up, don´t you agree?” Licking his lips and shooting you a cheeky wink, you realised you might have dug your own grave with your little stunt. “Mmh, I think I´ll really enjoy the dessert tonight.”

SEISHU

The bass was pulsing in your ears and your blood felt like it was on fire, whether it was the music or the shots you did with your friends you didn´t know. All you knew was that you felt good.

Swaying your body to the music, you sang your heart out as your friend pulled you into her, moving you in time with her, your other friends eagerly cheering you on. When the song ended, you both parted as everyone raised their glasses, laughing. 

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw the lounge the rest of your group was occupying and you gestured to your friends you´d be taking a quick breather. Shoving your way through the masses on the dance floor, you headed straight to where your boyfriend was sitting. As you approached, you noticed he had his eyes already on you. Grinning, you came to stand behind the back of the velvety couch, hugging him as you bent down. 

“Hello there, beautiful,” you sing-songed with your lips next to his ear, all the while letting your fingers explore his front. “You alone here?”

“Seems like I won´t be for much longer,” he chuckled. Taking hold of one of your wandering hands, he placed feathery kisses from your knuckles to your wrist before turning his head to meet your eyes with lidded ones. “That is, if a pretty thing like you would like to keep me company?”

“How could I possibly say no to such a charming man?” you giggled. 

Rounding the couch, you made sure to take your sweet time as Inui watched you with amusement playing around his lips. When you finally made your way over to him and came to a halt between his spread legs, you couldn´t suppress your own grin anymore. Just as you tenderly placed a hand on his cheek you felt his hands rest where your hips met your thighs, trailing them higher agonisingly slow.

It was as if his touch ignited a fever in you, electricity seemingly sparking from under his fingertips and running up your spine as you sighed his name. Leaning forward and placing your knee between his, you raked your fingers over his scalp, pushing his hair back as his bright eyes met yours. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, tone genuine as he studied your expression.

You hummed as you traced your thumb over his cupid's bow. “Very much so. But it's even better now that I'm with you.”

“That's good to hear.” With one fluid motion causing you to yelp in surprise, Inui had pulled you flush into his lap, your knees framing both sides of his hips as your hands found purchase on his shoulder to balance yourself. “I, too, am enjoying having you finally to myself.”

“Sheishu!” You dug your nails into his back as he attached his lips to your pulse point after pushing your top to the side. “We´re in public!”

“So? Nobody cares anyway. Besides,” It was his time to low whisper in your ear, “if they wanna watch, might as well give them something to stare at, right?”

One of his hands moved to massage the back of your head as he resurfaced from the crook of your neck to check your expression for any discomfort. Meanwhile one of your hands had come to rest against his chest and was fiddling with his tie as the other was still slung over his shoulder.

“Unless you wanna stop?”

That was what cemented the answer you had already known deep inside.

“Hell no.” In a fit of impulsiveness, your fingers tightened around the fabric between them as you simultaneously leaned in. Apparently, Inui had expected your sudden burst of courage and turned his head in time to cushion the way your lips crashed onto his. Using the hand on the back of your head to angle your head to his liking, he quickly took control of the kiss as you pressed your chest deeper into his. 

His hand squeezed the fat of your thigh causing you to moan his name but before you could pull back and cover your mouth, your boyfriend had already taken the opportunity to tangle his tongue with yours as you pointlessly fought for dominance, making you grab onto fistfuls of his dress shirt.

When you had to pull away to gasp for air, you didn´t get far before a hand on your jaw kept you in place. Inui carefully traced the features of your face in a stark contrast to his previous actions. His thumb finally settled on lightly pulling on your kiss swollen bottom lip, seemingly lost in thought as he ran the digit back and forth.

“Have I told you how absolutely gorgeous you look tonight?” The only answer you could manage was a dazed hum, as you watched the coloured lights reflect in his eyes with rapt attention. 

“What do you say we take this home, pretty? Some things should stay between just the two of us after all.”

KOKO

Relaxing against the plush cushions of the couch you were seated on, you took the moment to rest your aching feet. All the walking you had done today would certainly come back to bite you in the ass tomorrow. You loved your boyfriend, you really did, but when it came to shopping trips, Koko could be absolutely ruthless.

But this would be the last store, he promised, so you sat back and let him do his thing. You were already aware that his standard for basically everything was pretty high, that was why it didn´t really faze you to see him try on fifty different jackets, trousers, shirt, shoes, you name it until everything went together the way he wanted it to. Looking put together was what put his mind at ease and made him feel comfortable, making these trips worth the sore feet.  Besides, you got to see Koko in so many different outfits in one day alone, so in your mind you were very much winning.

The last missing puzzle piece was a belt. You watched the shop assistant pull out the whole register before leaving the two of you to your own devices. To be quite frank, you were mostly there for moral support, listening to Koko´s thoughts and every now and then quipping in a “I think it looks good on you” because everything did look good on him, no lie found here.

Little by little, belts were ruled out until he was only switching between two different ones. As you studied him turning in front of the mirror, a knowing smile made its way onto your face. You were pretty sure, he had already decided on one in his head and just kept questioning his decision. Time for you to shine.

“Babe, do you want to share your thoughts with me?” With an exhausted sigh, your boyfriend turned towards you and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“It´s just… I like this one but I´m not sure if it´s the right choice for the outfit.” He fiddled with the strap of the chain belt currently decorating his waist and hips. “Maybe a bolder statement piece would look better…”

“Hmm, I actually think it works quite well together,” you hummed. “Especially, if you want to wear other jewellery with it. It could be too much with a statement piece, you know? Besides, I think this one goes better with your other clothes too.”

“You´re right. Thanks, love.” With a soft smile he moved to where you sat and pressed a quick peck to your temple. “I guess that means, you prefer this one then?”

“I do.” Your reply came out rather absent-minded though, as you ran your fingers up his thighs. In the back of your head you wondered where this was suddenly coming from but truthfully, you didn´t really care. And as your eyes met normally narrowed ones now blown wide in shock, it was already too late.

The belt´s first stress test was you yanking on the golden chain hanging from Koko´s hip, causing him to stumble forward, bracing himself on the back of the couch with one hand as one knee came down on your side.

“Y/n, what are you doing?!” Koko´s yell came out hushed as he tried not to alert the shop clerk. 

“What? I have to make sure it´s a quality belt, right?” Your boyfriend did not like the way your eyes lit up with mirth and started to form little crescents at your next words. “And for that, I think I need to take a closer look.”

With your fingers now hooked under the main strap of the chain, Koko was promptly pulled all the way down and onto your lap. The position caused him to bury his face in the crook of your neck as you laughed, able to feel the heat radiate from his glowing cheeks. 

“Something wrong, babe?” you cooed as you ran a comforting hand up and down the expanse of his spine. 

“Nothing in my life has brought me closer to death than you and that says a lot,” he grumbled into your neck, which caused you to let out another burst of gleeful laughter. Then you gently tugged him back so you could cup his face between your hands.

“I didn´t mean to fluster you this much, you know. But I´ll remember it for the future.” You gave him your cheekiest wink which made him groan again but this time he couldn´t hide his red-dusted face. In a soft whisper you called for his attention. “Hajime, look at me.”

With tender care, you connected your lips as you felt him shift his weight on top of you, with one hand still balancing himself on the headrest. There was no need to rush the way your heads turned and angled in unison or the way your thumbs caressed the planes of his cheekbones. Soft strands of hair tickled the left side of your face and you gently pushed the tresses back, noting the small sigh that escaped your boyfriend as your fingers worked over his scalp.

Although you´d do nothing rather than stay in this moment forever, you were still in public. Begrudgingly, you parted from one another but the hand in his hair continued playing his velvety locks as both of you just lovingly gazed at the other. You were the first one who broke the silence and just couldn´t help yourself but tease him just a little more.

“Yeah, this one's good.” For emphasis, you tugged on the belt strap again. “Can´t wait to see what other outfits this would go with. Maybe we should try it out once we get home.”

HANMA

“I don´t wanna go.”

“Shuji, you have to.”

“But meetings are always so booooring,” he yawned. “Nothing fun ever happens.”

The sheets rustled as you rolled over to come face to face with your boyfriend, his amber eyes still droopy with sleep and his black and blond locks tussled into a fashionable bedhead. 

A few minutes ago, both of you had been woken up and robbed of your chance to sleep in by the sound of his phone ringing. Hanma´s presence was required for an unscheduled Toman meeting and Kisaki made it clear that not attending was not an option. A reality the man next to you refused to subscribe to.

“Seriously, Shuji,” you said as you leaned on your elbows to give him a stern look “you´ll be late if you don´t start getting ready soon.”

Moving faster than a half-asleep person should, he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you close enough to bury his head in the crook of your neck. “Already told ya, I don´t care ´bout that stupid meeting.”

“Well, I do,” you warned “because we both know Kisaki´s going to be on my ass just as much as yours if you miss it and that´s no fun either. So, get dressed.”

“Babe´s such a kill-joy today.” His voice was muffled against the skin of your neck but you could still make out his words well enough to pinch him in the ribs for it. “Alright, alright, I´m going. Jeez, can´t even have a chill morning around here anymore.”

And with that, your boyfriend dramatically slid his lanky frame out of bed and towards the bathroom, all the while grumbling to himself. Resigning yourself to the fact you wouldn´t be able to go back to sleep anyway, you left the comfort of your bed as well and threw on one of Hanma´s shirts on the way to the kitchen. Obviously, you weren´t happy either your precious morning together with your boyfriends was cut short so unceremoniously but you really didn´t want to deal with Kisaki´s nagging.

While waiting for your coffee to brew, you pulled out some bread and scoured the fridge for something to make breakfast with. As you finished the first sandwich and placed it in a lunch box, Hanma appeared in the kitchen door, basically unrecognisable from the man who had not too long ago laid in bed with you. His hair was styled with no trace of bed head left, an ear thread was dangling from his left earlobe and round glasses were framing his almond eyes perfectly. But most importantly, the pinstripe suit he was sporting was tailored perfectly to enhance his lean physique, his muscles visible as he fiddled with the cuffs.

“Here.” Holding out the box to him, you watched as his attention drifted to you as his expression shifted from surprised to grinning in a split second before stepping closer. “Thought you might get even more cranky without breakfast.”

“Aren´t I lucky?” he chuckled. “Yer the best, doll.” 

“Are you only realising that now or…?” you teased despite Hanma slowly crowding you against the kitchen counter. And before you could react– “Hey!”

Smiling down at you after setting your mug back down, you almost regretted being so generous with breakfast. “Even made coffee for me, I really landed the jackpot here, don´t cha think?~”

“Oh shut up, will you?” You crossed your arms, looking to the side and pretending to be upset, you paid no mind to the way Hanma´s arms came to cage you between him and the edge of the counter, no doubt wearing that infuriating grin you just wanted to wipe off. And you might just have an idea on how to.

“Make me~” 

Just the answer you were expecting.

One hand flying to his tie, the other finding purchase on the back of his neck, you pulled him down even further than he had already leant down and crashed your lips together. Taken aback by your sudden action, you swallowed the surprised noise that escaped him before he regained awareness of what was happening. 

As the movement of his lips fell into rhythm with yours, two strong hands hoisted you up on the counter before sliding to your thighs to spread them just enough so your boyfriend could slot himself between them. With you sitting pressed tightly against him on the edge of the counter, his now free hands started to wander again, never staying in one place for too long, groping here and there as he pleased.

“Weren´t ya the one who wanted me to go so badly? And now you pull a stunt like this?” His low voice rang out close to your ear as his hot breath fanned your cheek. “So what´s it gonna be, sweetcheeks? Ya want me to stay, don´t cha?”

“Obviously, I want you to stay, I´m not mental. But–”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Responsibilities and all that crap.” The way he rolled his eyes and grimaced would have been enough to convey his clear distaste for all that crap but just for good measure, he laced his voice with a distinguished air of disinterest, yet his next words were nothing but seriousness.

“Don´t think that just because I´m leaving it means I´m done with ya, sweetheart. Ya better be ready for when I´ll come back to continue this.”

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Miguel O'Hara: Theory of Everything

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!spider-girl!reader (she/her; afab)

Summary: After everything went wrong, Miguel didn't know what he needed. Luckily, you always seem to.

Excerpt: "So, as your final effort, you gently grabbed his chin with your pointer finger and thumb, and kissed him softly.

His breath was coffee and cinnamon, with a hint of sleep. His lips were chapped and bitten. His touch on your waist remained tender, but slightly hesitant.

You kissed him in a way that let him know you didn't care. You didn't care if he pushed you away, stood there awkwardly, or responded in full. He had the reigns. He was captain of this ship, and you were the wind, beckoned to his call.

Luckily for you, he responded exactly how you wanted him to."

Warnings: off canon (hehe), making out, lots of touching, swearing, my attempt at being witty, my attempt at spanish (please tell me if something is wrong), unestablished relationship, suggestive ending, Miguel is angsty but reader is there to catch him.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: I know I'm late to the party, but my god this man has been messing with me in the best way possible. I just can't help myself. I really hope this is good. I'm really nervous.

A/N 2: This post is dedicated to @luveline @liliacamethyst and @bookworm551 who are incredible writers and (unconsciously) inspired me to do this in the first place. Thank you all :)

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You had known Miguel long enough to know that, despite their expansive nature, his shoulders should not have been that high. Nor should his back have been that clenched, or his jaw so firm you could see the muscles in his temple poking out even from behind.

He was a ticking time bomb, a bridge near collapse, a puppy dangling so far off the end of a roof that with one wrong move, he would plumet so fast and hard there would be no return. Your only choice would be to bare the explosion.

Luckily for you, you strutted around the Spider Society with the rarest metaphorical badge of all, reading in bold, roquen lettering, "Has diffused Miguel O'Hara more times than she can count."

You had webbed up to his risen lab with subtlety, making so little noise as you landed all you could hear was your heartbeat and the beeping of his monitors moving in sync. You stood tall, breathing slowly, and adjusted to your surroundings. You weren't scared of him - he had never given you a reason to be - you were only scared that, no matter what you said to him, it wouldn't be enough to bring him ashore.

So, as you crept up behind him like a trainer to a docile lion, you resorted to the thing all Spider-Men (and women) knew best.

"How is it that you can hear Peter B mutter under his breath, but not me landing on your precious platform?"

His shoulders deflated - not completely, but a little. He took a beat to respond to you.

"I heard you," he responded in his indelible, bone-sinkingly luxurious voice. It sometimes frightened you how un-recreatable it was in your mind as you attempted to drift into sleep every night. You could only experience its true ferociousness in person.

You stepped closer to him. "Your shoulders being on the brink of dislocation say otherwise."

He chuckled, his shoulders now sinking down to his true stature. "Who says I'm not tense because I heard you."

You finally made your way next to him, leaning onto his lab table, mimicking his stance. "Aw, I still make you nervous?"

He brought his lips together, ravaging his brain for something - some "mean," sarcastic retort, or even an insult, anything to counter your flippant tongue- but his lips settled into a grin.

"You win," he said as he sighed, and you pumped the air in victory.

Level 1 of diffusion, complete.

The two of you stayed like that for several moments, leaning onto his desk in matching posture, eyes glued to the screens in front of you. From your time at the Spider Society, you had some proficiency on what you were looking at - which cameras went to which universe, which member was where, which planets were safe from anomalies, disrupted canon events, etc. However, there were several sections of pure equations, units, variables, and expressions that made your mind begin to melt out of your ears.

You blew a raspberry, rocking back and forth on your heels. "Well, this is...fun. Standing here, hunched over, staring at screens..."

He exhaled, standing up straight.

"...I think that screen may even have a bit of orange in it..."

He began rubbing at his eyes through his mask, and you turned to look at him. His stature remained liberal, but even through his mask, you could see that his eyebrows were inhumanely close together.

You continued looking at him, tone shifting to softness, as you said, "Miguel."

He knew what you wanted. He just didn't want to give it to you.

"Please Miguel."

His willfulness always seemed to erode once that word left your mouth. He complied, commanding his mask to reveal his face, and his deep brown eyes met yours.

Your hand immediately cupped his jaw, tracing his skin with your fingers. It was sticky with sweat, and maybe even tears. His eyes closed instantly, and his head followed your hand, leaning into your touch so dependently that it was entirely your arm strength that was keeping his head risen.

You felt him for some time, allowing him to disappear into it for a few moments, before whispering, "What happened?"

His eyebrows came together at your words. You worried you ruined it all, his vulnerability and miniscule opportunities for tranquility slipped through your fingers by your own accord, but he just needed time.

He exhaled once again after a beat, kissing the palm of your hand still resting on his cheek, and explained as best as he could. His voice was drained and decrepit, his hands at one point found our waist, bringing you closer to him, and his eyes stayed shut through every word.

You nodded along as he spoke, and once he finished, you brought your other hand to his face and smoothed the crease between his eyebrows with your thumb.

"So that's why HQ was empty when I came back," you said, and he nodded.

You had been out on a mission during what Miguel called the "disaster" that came along after Miles Morales was invited to HQ. You had known he was an anomaly, and that Miguel had been growing increasingly perturbed by the situation, but you had hoped to have been around when it all came to a head.

In retrospect, maybe it was best that you weren't.

"And now," Miguel continued, finally opening his eyes to meet your gaze. They were so...dull. Hopeless. "This kid is hiding somewhere in the universe, and I have to get him before he disrupts his own father's death, which would kill everybody else in his universe anyway."

You, frankly, had no fucking idea what to say. He could tell, and he chuckled, looking down at his feet.

"I think you've made it to the 'everything is funny because nothing is' stage," you said, smiling, hoping to God he was back in the mood for teasing.

"I think you're right," he said, still chuckling, and brought a hand up to your own face. "Our team is headed out in the morning, if you...if you'd like to join us."

You nodded instantly, eagerly, tenderly. "Yes. I'll be there."

He knew you would. No matter what he did, you never seemed to leave.

The flirtation was short lived. He inhaled sharply, returning back to his reclusiveness. "We'll search wherever we think he might have gone, starting at his home world, but after that..."

You brought his eyes back to yours. "One thing at a time. Earth-1610 first, then we worry about after that."

He nodded. Sometimes, he took your attempts at talking him down as lectures, or patronizing. Like you were explaining something to him that he knew better than anyone else in the universe. A phenomenon Hobie ironically named "Miguelling." And you never blamed him when he did take it that way. This time, however, it seemed to work.

He retained relaxation in his body, but you could tell he was having a hard time keeping his brain where his feet were. His eyes were glazed, and his head was wobbly. You were losing him in a sea of "what ifs," "buts," and endless worst-case scenarios.

So, you resorted to your final card to pull. Your last string to tug. The timer on his bomb was ticking again, and you had to do something.

So, as your final effort, you gently grabbed his chin with your pointer finger and thumb, and kissed him softly.

His breath was coffee and cinnamon, with a hint of sleep. His lips were chapped and bitten. His touch on your waist remained tender, but slightly hesitant.

You kissed him in a way that let him know you didn't care. You didn't care if he pushed you away, stood there awkwardly, or responded in full. He had the reigns. He was captain of this ship, and you were the wind, beckoned to his call.

Luckily for you, he responded exactly how you wanted him to.

His grip on you slowly tightened, pulling you close enough that you needed to move your palms to his chest to steady yourself, and his lips began to mold against yours. He was lazy with it, kissing you back on his own time, and your toes curled at the feeling of it. He nipped at your lip suddenly, causing you to wonder if he was even aware of what he was doing, or if he had completely escaped the penitentiary that was his mind. Nonetheless, you couldn't help but let out a quiet moan.

Turns out, he knew exactly what he was doing, and took the noise as an invitation. He lifted you into the air, causing your eyes to widen, but he moved you like you weighed less than nothing. He kept your lips connected as he set you down on the table, clearing away his array of things with one arm as he did - a modge podge of wrappers, half full coffee mugs, pens, pencils, mouse pads, and cafeteria plates. Your thighs bounced as he set you down, his large hands slowly making their way to the zipper on the back of your suit, and your hands slipped around his neck.

"Muñeca (doll)," he whispered against your lips, unable to stop himself. This was your favorite secret you had about Miguel O'Hara - with one kiss, his mask of authoritarianism and general demeanor of not giving a fuck dissipated. He was an open book, and untamable tongue.

And his faced always bloomed fiercely with scarlet after the haze of your touch on him wore off.

His fingers found your zipper, slowly beginning to pull down. His nails against the skin of your back caused you to gasp, rubbing yourself onto his crotch unconsciously. He practically growled, moving his mouth right underneath your jawline, grazing his fangs over the sensitive area. Your eyes fluttered, and your right hand moved to the desk, gripping it tightly.

"You like that?" he said in reply, smiling against your skin. You scoffed, the heat in your belly from his fangs, his touch, his crotch pressed so close to your own you could feel the shape of him making all calculation of possible retorts inside your brain come to a screaming halt.

You made it work.

"You're the one feeling me up," you said through your erratic breathing. His fingers began pulling your suit off of you, his callused hands finally finding their way underneath it and onto the skin of your breasts, fitting them into his palms. This made you exhale shakily, gripping onto his forearm, and heat coming into your cheeks.

He took his shot.

"Ah, corazón (sweetheart)," he said, so fucking cockily it made you want to scream with relief.

He was out of his head. He was out from the past, out from tomorrow, out of it all. He was right here with you. Nowhere else. You didn't care that he was winning (this round) of your constant, bloody battle of wit, he was free of it all. You smiled, hiding it into the crook of his neck. He laughed.

"Aw, I still make you nervous?" he said, and you rolled your eyes at the callback. "Even when I have my hands around these perky, perfect -"

CLANG CLANG CLANG

"Yo, Miguel!" came a voice from below, echoing above and around you.

Instead of jumping away from you, Miguel covered you - all of you - with his body, shielding you completely. If a person were to walk up behind him, or look at him from below, they would see his body curved over something, as if he was protecting it. He held your head into his chest, left hand on the back of your neck, right hand in the middle of your bare back. His breathing was quick, but not panicked. More so startled.

Yours, however, was panicked.

"Ye-yeah?" Miguel questioned. His voice was loud, yet shaken.

You thanked God his platform was still raised in the air.

"I finished that spider-bot you wanted, for tomorrow," said the voice. You calmed your breathing down enough to listen to the tone and depth of it more clearly. It took you half a second to identify Jess as the owner of it.

She must have been beating a wrench - or some other kind of instrument - against the wall.

There was an awkward silence, your head still pressed into Miguel's chest, his arms completely around you, your head moving up and down with his chest as it heaved. Both Miguel and Jess seemed to be waiting for the other to fill the air.

"...would you like to see it?" Jess asked, confusion with a sprinkle of annoyance laced into her voice. Miguel cleared his throat.

"N-no, that's alright. I'll see it in the morning," he said, his voice clearer and more confident. "Why don't you head on home."

Jess scoffed. "Alright," she said, "if you say so."

"I'll see you at dawn," Miguel said, and you saw the silhouette of Jess making its way out of the room, saluting as she went.

"Yes, sir," she said, and exited, the door closing behind her.

You and Miguel sat in silence for at least thirty seconds - allowing your breathing to even, hearts to steady, and brains to exit fight-or-flight mode. Finally, you pulled away from his chest, looking him in the eye.

"Tell me she didn't know I was here," you said, still slightly panic-stricken. Miguel smiled.

"She didn't know you were here," he said without a hint of indecision. "Believe me, if she did, she would have reveled in making fun of me for it."

You nodded, exhaling in consolation. You shook your head, eyes closed. "Good, because I would never be able to look her in the ey-"

You are interrupted by Miguel practically shoving his tongue down your throat. You took a second to return the pressure - head whirling with too much serotonin and dopamine to allow you an adequate response time - but once you did, he pulled away, grinning like a cat.

"Wh-" you started, unable to not replicate his infectious smile. "What the hell was that?"

He then smiled widely, and sat between the top and bottom of his two front teeth, was a bone white, circular, wintergreen altoid. He moved it into his mouth, eyes glowing with an emotion you couldn't quite place. Your eyes widened, your throat began to close, and your whole body heated.

He looked at you with such arrogance, such smugness, such genuine joy, as he said, "Did you put a mint in your mouth before you came to see me?"

You looked like a deer caught in headlights, a thief stopped in the middle of a crime, and yet, you had a smile on your face. You responded slowly. "...no."

He practically guffawed, all of his pearly white teeth open for you, and you laughed with him, head buried in your hands. "Had some idea of where our conversation was going, did you?"

You shook my head, face still hidden in the sand. You said through your hands, voice muffled. "I thought it would melt in time.”

He continued projecting his boisterous, beautiful laugh throughout the room as he removed your hands from your face, and gave you a look you would never forget. His eyes bright, his smile wider than you had seen it in weeks, nose and cheeks reddened, tears in his eyes. It was pure. It was undiluted, in a way that was almost childish. It was him - truly Miguel. Something you hypothesized you were the only one in the entire universe who had gotten to see it in a very long time.

He kissed you - his cinnamon coffee breath now mixed with your wintergreen altoid - and didn't hold back. His tongue caressing yours, hands entangled in your hair, body so close to yours you could feel every inch of his heat against you. You were surrounded, encompassed, embraced fully by him, and you had a feeling you were there to stay.

It was in that moment that you decided that, no matter what happened the following morning, you were prepared. Because the universe already made sense. Your theory of everything was kissing you, holding you in his arms, comfortable enough to share a laugh with you, while the rest of the world was falling apart.

You heard the thwip of his webs as they shot across the room, and he pulled a chair behind him, his mouth never once leaving yours as he did so. He pulled you into his arms and sat you onto his lap before sitting down himself, not worried about the fate of the multiverse; rather, the fate of the woman in his arms.

It was safe to say the two of you began the hunt for Miles Morales puffy eyed, nearly overdosing on caffeine, and sore, but with matching smiles underneath your masks.

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Sleep was for the weak, and let's just say, you were indeed weak, but as luck may have it, good fortune was not on your side. Despite yours and Izzy's argument about who would take up residence in his bed for the night, the conversation had been for nought, as the suggestion to just share the damn space died upon your tongue, when the first call to attention echoed down the timber halls of the Revenge.

"We're taking water!" you heard Fang's distinctive cry.

"Shit." the silver-haired pirate hissed in annoyance beside you, already making a move to grab his discarded waistcoat and boot.

"That's bad, right?" you asked, nerves rising. You had not experienced a storm of this severity whilst at sea. You certainly had not been on a ship that was taking water. The prospect of the Revenge sinking, twisted your gut into anxious knots. Sure, you could swim but for how long? Even if you did manage to keep a float until the storm passed, how long could you keep your head above water before another ship passed and picked you up? No, correction, if they picked you up.

"'Bad' is a fucking understatement." Izzy all but laughed humourlessly. Not meaning to sound so mocking. Of course you were scared, what normal person would not be fearful of their poor odds of survival? After living a majority of his life at sea, Izzy had grown numb to the liklihood of drowning. He accepted that as a pirate, your days were numbered. Lower even than those who dwelled on land but that was the profession fate had chosen for him. Why fight the inevitable? Despite his grim acceptance, he wanted to pause and comfort you.  To lie and say it would be okay. Maybe even pull you into a fleeting kiss, since it seemed unlikely you would all live to see another sunrise. He would have nothing to lose, with the only gain being finally learning just how sweet you tasted.

"Told you Poseiden hates us." your attempt at humour was admirable but the evident shake in your voice caused the delivery to fall flat.

Gods, he adored you. Even when terrified, there was something so disarmingly charming about your personality. "Stay here." Izzy commanded, knowing you were likely to follow him to the deck. As much as your skills would undoubtedly be an asset to the team members already battling against the elements, the mere thought that something horrendous could happen to you, had the First Mate devising a plan to keep you in the hold.

"What, no!" you protested, confused as to why the pirate would want you to stay away from the main deck. Sure, you might not have been as seasoned a pirate as Ed or Fang but you still knew enough to be of use. "You're going to need all competent hands on deck. You said so yourself earlier."

"That's why I need you down here." that's why I need you out of harms way, he thought internally. "Edward's gonna be out on the deck with Bonnet."

"Yeah, so?" you frowned, not quite understanding the trajectory of his point. Where else were the captains going to be, sequestered away in their cabin while everyone risked their life to keep the Revenge sailing? A unlikely story.

"Some of the crew aren't going handle that too well." hell, he was not handling it well but someone had to take charge and consider the wellbeing of the misfit crew. While he himself could not provide them with any actual support, you- oh goodness- you could tame ever the wildest of beasts into submission with your freely given smiles and affections. You had unlocked something long dormant within the silver-haired pirate. Something he assumed he had lost forever in exchange for his reputation and legend.

"Why wouldn't..." then it clicked. You faltered in your questioning, as your mind connected the sickening dots. "Shit, the storm."

"And with Edward at the wheel, it'll be too much for them." For them, he thought bitterly, as if his own mind was not trying to coax him into a state of remembrance. Fuck it, any unwanted flashbacks to that tragic night, all those many moons ago, would just have to haunt him in whatever realm lay beyond this mortal life. Izzy did not have time to focus on his own pain. When did he ever? That being said, each boom of thunder was starting to sound eerily like the shot of a gun.

"What about you?" you implored, knowing that Izzy rarely focused on his own thoughts and feelings. While such a practice made him a ruthless pirate, there was no denying that such strength took a heavy toll on his mental and physical wellbeing.

At the sound of your question and the saddened look upon your features, the First Mate yearned to lie in your arms and have you comfort him in that tender way of yours, that made his knees weak. He had observed time and time again, you whispering sweet nothing to a trembling Frenchie or carefully hold Archie's hand when things got a little too overwhelming. Izzy knew what you were capable of and he wanted to experience it too.

"Fuck off worrying about me. I'm First Mate, my feelings come second to the survival of everyone on this fucking ship, got that?" and there it was, the titular reason you had fallen completely head over heels for one Israel Hands. Too stubborn for his own good. Despite his 'I don't give a fuck' attitude, it was painfully obvious that he did care. He cared so fucking much, to the point it hurt. Figuratively and literally. Whether it was taking a blade on someone's behalf or protecting the crew in the middle of a storm- Izzy's would do anything to keep the crew safe.

Upon recognising this, you realised you would do anything for that man. If he asked you to jump, you would say, 'how high?' His loyalty to others ran deep but yours for him, well, it burned brighter than the hottested of fires. Once a spark, was now a full on flame- all consuming and enveloping every fibre of your very being. You were not just devoted to Izzy, you were a fucking acolyte, ready to fall to your knees and give him whatever he wished to take. "What do you need from me?"

"To stay down here." where I know you'll be safe. Safer. He corrected himself. There was no real 'safe' when it came to a storm of this severity. "Help anyone who needs it. Keep 'em calm and keep 'em below deck. Understood?"

With a nod, you agreed. A small smile played on your lips, as you responded with a familiar, "Yes, boss."

"Can you get to the rec room?"

"I'll manage."

And with a solemn nod, he moved to make his way down the hallway, proceeding as quickly as he could, given the violent swaying of the ship. The unmistakable lump in his throat made it difficult to breathe. Whatever conflicting emotions he was feeling, Izzy needed to push them down- deep down- into the recesses of his very being and focus on the predicament in hand. Though he was pessimistic about the outcome of the night, if there was even a sliver of hope that the crew would all live to witness another day, then he would do everything in his power to ensure you felt the sun grace you skin once more.

Hey, Izzy!" you call made him freeze in place. He had only moved a few few feet away. Had something awful already befelled you in the soace of 20 seconds? He turned with a frown painted on his face. There was still so much left unsaid between you both, that you wished to confess in that moment. Three little words dancing upon your tongue, as they clawed passed the barrier of your lips, demanding the silver-haired pirate's attention. "Please be careful."

"I promise." his vow still echoed in your thoughts for tens of minutes later, when you were finally alone.

It was now your turn to make yourself useful. With Izzy busy helping his captains, you needed to make sure you remained true to your word. Half the crew were still traumatised by their time sailing with the Kraken. Izzy was right about one thing, your friends were going to need all the compassion and support you had to offer, in order to survive this storm. Although an buoyant and intact ship would probably help matters greatly too.

You had often boasted that, you knew the Revenge like the back of your own hand. Even blindfolded, you were sure you could navigate the halls with ease and still find yourself exactly were you needed to be. But during a storm as unforgiving as this one? You were having difficulties staying upright, let alone actually arriving at your chosen destination. With no Izzy to hold on to, you were on your own and praying you did not accidentally smack your head against any of the available surfaces.

So, when you caught sight of your fellow crewmate, Frenchie, exiting one room and disappearing into the storage hold, you were quick- well, as quick as you could manage- to follow him into a slightly cramped space. "Frenchie!" you greeted him, thankful to be out of the hallway. At least in here, there were crates you could grab onto to keep your balance. "Hey, Frenchie. What are you...doing..." whatever you had planned to say next, died upon your lips, as you caught sight of the serrated silver blade he gripped tightly in his first. "Frenchie, what...what's going on?"

You were regarded with wild eyes, as the man before you, saw ghosts of trauma past flicker in and out of existence. "H-He's gonna kill us."

The world around him was not his own. He was reliving the events of a time gone by and all you could do, was try and coax him back to the present. "Who, French? Hey, hey!" you gently turned his head, so that he faced you once more. Tears of frustration spilled down his cheeks in a steady cascade, which you were quick to wipe away. "Look at me." only when he finally met your gaze, did your offer him a sympathetic smile. Your heart ached to see your friend so distraught. So lost. Goodness knows he deserved better. "Hey, what's going on, love?"

"Blackbeard. He's planning to sink the ship with all of us on it." Frenchie murmured, almost allowing himself to lean into your touch.

It was moments like these that got him through each day. Rare instances where he could show vulnerability, without the fearsome gaze of his Captain watching his every move, threatening punishment to any outward display of softness. Izzy had dared to call the environment 'poisoned'. Izzy had paid with his leg. Maybe eventually, his life. Or had he already died? It was so difficult to think straight and remember, there were too many conflicting thoughts spinning around in Frenchie's head. His whole world felt as if it were off kilter or perhaps that was just the storm rocking the ship?

"French-"

"I saw him, he's at the wheel right now!"

"Sweetheart, that's not what's-"

In an instant, his hand reached out to hold onto you, to keep you in place. To keep you near. Safe. Yes, safe, that was it. He...he was going to keep you out of harm's way. Out of the reach of Blackbeard's wrath. Ivan was dead. Izzy, too. Out of everyone else on the ship, you were the softest by far. Too soft for your own good. You needed protecting. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna stop him. You don't have to worry, (y/n)."

"French, Frenchie. Hey," "Hey, listen to me. I know w-what it might look like but it's different this time. Ed's not trying to hurt us. He's steering the ship away from the storm. Stede's up there helping him right now." "Hey French, sweetheart. Why...why don't you give me the knife."

You were losing him or maybe he was already lost. It was too difficult to tell if any of your reassurances would actually reach your crewmate in his time of anguish. You felt like a failure, having promised Izzy to make sure everyone was okay and yet, in Frenchie's time of need, you were clueless on how to bring him back from the brink of insanity. "Frenchie, it's not safe for you to be walking around with a knife. You could slip and hurt yourself." the silver shone in the low light- dangerous and ready to inflict pain. You held no fear for yourself, knowing Frenchie would never dream of hurting you. Hell, he was so hellbent on ensuring your safety, he was willing to kill Ed. "Please, love. Please, give me the-"

The rest of the sentence never fell from your lips, as the remaining lights flickered out in an instant and you felt yourself careen forwards, as the boat threatened to tip onto it's side. Sending you, Frenchie and the knife, tumbling into the surrounding darkness. I'm sorry, Iz. You thought with finality, as your consciousness was snuffed out like the flame of a candle.

"PEEEEEETE!" it was unclear who the scream came from but the sentiment was all shared amongst the crew.

It was not just 'bad', Izzy thought bitterly, as any shred of hope within him withered and died, it was downright fucked. This was it, this must have been how it ended.

"Oh god, oh god. Man overboard! Man overboard!" Stede cried out, alerting all those top deck of the situation. Much to the man's credit, though he could be a bit of a shit Captain, in that moment he at least called everyone to act. Shouting instructions left, right and centre. If there was one Stede Bonnet succeeded in, it was caring about the life and safety of his crew. Of course, he knew what to do if one of them fell over the side of the ship. "Fang, Roach, get the rescue boat ready! We need to get someone in the water to fetch him." upon noticing some of the other pirates still too close to edge for his liking, the blonde was quick to reprimand  them. "Everyone else, stay away from the railings! I can't risk having more men in the water."

Whilst Stede was one to preserve life, Ed was a little more reckless in his approach. Not one to sit around and wait for a rescue plan, he was already tying his hair from out of his face and unloading the knives and gun from upon his person. There was a chance he was going to need to swim and the extra weight of weapons would only cause him to sink. "I'm getting in the fishing boat."

"Like hell you are!" his partner reacted indignantly and with good reason. Moments like these called for strategy, not some whim-prone decision, made based purely on emotion rather than logic.

"Shockingly, I agree with Bonnet. Don't be a fucking hero, Edward!" Izzy could not tell if the nausea he was desperately trying to ignore was from the rocking of the ship or the fact he had a actually concured with Stede fucking Bonnet. Ed's reaction did not surprise the First Hand, he had played witness to his Captain's saviour complex on more than one occasion. Hell, him saving Bonnet after the twat had been stabbed, was definitely motivated by the same instinct, that drove him towards making such a rash decision now.

Of course, the two mens' protests fell upon deaf ears. Ed had made up his mind. This was not his first man overboard- probably would not be the last either- and he was co-captain, after all. Why should he not sacrifice himself for the life of his crew? "Buttons, take over from me!" he instructed, leaving his place at the wheel.

"Aye, aye, Captain, sir!"

Oh no, you don't, Stede cursed, refusing to let the great love of his life be so reckless. He could sense the guilt radiating off of Ed from a mile off. "Buttons, stay at your station." he barked, leaving no room for arguments from the mystic shipmate.

"Yes, Captain."

But why could Stede not see that he needed to do this? Ed thought, immediately picturing Lucius's face, when they told him the news that Pete was dead, that he had drowned because there were not enough hands on deck. The next question would be, where was everyone? And then, all eyes would immediately be directed towards Ed. It was his fault. It was always his fucking fault! If half the crew weren't so traumatised by his previous behaviour, then Pete..."No, Buttons-"

"I'll go."

And just like that, the bickering between the two lovers ceased in an instant. Thise two words echoed louder than any resounding crash of thunder. In that moment, Ed thought he felt his entire world shift off of it's axis. "Iz-"

While it was true that the two men had once shared a conplicated relationship that could not be conventionally defined, there was no denying that either had love for the other. It might not have been the same kind that Ed shared with Stede but it was present all the same. It was this exact love that fuelled Izzy's decision to go in place of his Captain. "Crew needs you, Edward. It's too risky."

Without Ed aboard the ship, the responsibility would fall upon Stede and Izzy's shoulders. With those kinds of odds, the crew of the Revenge would definitely be fucked. No one knew how to navigate a storm quite like Blackbeard and live to tell the tale.

Plus, as much as he hated to admit it, should anything happen to Ed, fucking Bonnet would be inconsolable. The twat had already experienced the stages of grief when Ed went to the gravy basket the first time around. No man should not have to go through that again so soon, even if it was the so called Gentleman Pirate.

Not that Izzy was doing this just for the benefit of his useless co-captain. With Ed still manning the ship, the crew would have a slightly higher chance of survival. You woukd have a chance of survival. If Izzy could not give you the kind of love and adoration you so deserved, then he would give you the opportunity to live and find that kind of companionship with someone worthy of your affections.

"Hello, is someone getting in the fecking boat or not, you've got a man drowning here, for fucks sake!" Wee John yelled, as the heaven's poured down upon them in a fit of unrestrained fury. It was getting increasingly more and more difficult to see the tumultuous waves below through the onslaught of rain.

"I am!" the First Mate returned the call, hellbent on remaining defiant until the end. "Say the order, Edward. Please. Don't fight me on this." he all but begged.

Oh, how Ed wanted to tell Izzy to 'fuck off', to curse the silver-haired pirate until his voice ran hoarse and even after that, curse him some more. How dare the First Mate be the voice of reason! How dare he...how dare he be right. "Go. Get on that fucking boat but you listen to me, First Mate Israel fucking Hands," if Izzy did not know better, he would have assumed Ed grabbing him by the lapels of his waistcoat, was a genuine threatening act but, that was just it, he did know better. He could see the fear reflected back at him in those terrified brown eyes. "I want you back on this boat in one piece, understood?" he hissed but there was no venom in his demands.

"Understood, Captain." he nodded before he was roughly pushed away.

The thudding sound of the door to the hold opening was completely lost amongst the cacophony of the surrounding chaos. It was only when Lucius called out to his Captain, that Stede noticed in horror, that the Scribe had abandoned his post. "Captain Bonnet!"

No, no, no! The blonde thought, abandoning Ed and Izzy's side, in favour of meeting the crewmate half way across the decking. The Scribe could not be up here! Not now! What if he were to notice Pete's missing presence or hear news about a man overboard, then what? Hysterics would ensue and that was the last thing the already struggling crew needed. Bless the young man's heart, he would be justified in his reaction but there was already so much going on, that needed everyone's full, uninterrupted attention. "Lucius, get back inside, now! It's too dangerous out here!"

"We need Roach, Captain! It's-"

With Stede dealing with the Scribe, the rest of the crew quickly got the fishing boat ready for it's latest voyage it the treacherous unknown. "Lower him down, lads!" the descent had begun. With one final nod of acknowledgement to his captain, Izzy readied himself of the recovery mission ahead. "Easy now!"

"Lucius, please. I need you to go back to the rec room. I can't risk..." but the unexpected sight of crimson perturbed the conscientious pirate, who was only wanting to protect Lucius's mental state in that moment. All thoughts of Pete beliw the waves, Izzy in that fragile fishing boat upon the turbulent waters, even the image of Ed willing to sacrifice his safety only moments ago, completely faded when Stede finally took in the Scribe's dishevelled state. The meaning behind the words finally fell into place. One of his crew was hurt. Badly enough that they needed the assistance of the cook/medic. "Who's blood is that?" the Captain's mind was already mentally ticking off names of those still below deck.

Jim, Archie, Oluwande, (y/n), Frenchie...

"There's been an accident in the storage area." was all that Lucius could managed to croak out. Fuck, there was so much blood and no matter what they did, it just kept spilling upon the wooden floors. The Scribe had slipped in it twice just trying to scramble towards the nearest exit. No doubt the quantity would have doubled by the time he actually managed to retrieve help.

There was no way the deck crew could spare a man, especially not with two already in the water. They needed all the help they could get, Stede rationalised. Roach woukd have to remain where he was, which coukd only have meant..."Ed!" the blonde called to his partner, not wishing to distract him for too long. The long-haired pirate momentarily tore his gaze away from the form of his First Mate, concerned that there was more trouble afoot upon the ship. Though his worry was well-placed, Stede did not want to add any more stress to the already life or death situation. "Stay up here with Buttons! There's something I need to check!" he instructed as vaguely as possible, hoping Ed would not question him too much.

Already, Blackbeard's suspiscions were heightened, glancing between the struggle taking place in the water and...wait, was that blood? He stood up in an instant, insticts screaming at him to not abandon his post and yet, how could he not? Someone else was hurt. He was no medic by any means but...but..."What's happened?!" he called back, booming voice nearly getting lost in another flare of thunder and lightning.

Who else was downstairs? He panicked, struggling to remember everyone's names. He was so much better with faces. Right, Archie, Lucius- no, Lucius was standing next to Stede. Swede? No, he was...where was he? Right, right repairing the mast rigging. Who did that leave?

As soon as Ed took that step forward, Stede knew he had to quickly intervene and implore his partner to remain at his post. The outside crew needed an adept leader, who knew how to deal with the sea's rage. Whatever was going on below deck, Stede was more than assured that he could handle it. Yes, he was no medic but he had been run through enough times to know how to perform a basic suture. "Just trust me, please?!"

And how could Ed disrgard sych a request, especially when Stede looked at him like that? That expression that begged him to implicitly trust the man he loved and ask questions later. "Always!"

And he did. He well and truly did. Ed would always trust Stede with every fibre of his being. Now and forever.

With the situation up top now being supervised by Ed, Stede returned his attention to the terrified young man. The Captain was sure the trembling was not just due to the icy wind and sheets of cool rain that pelted them from every direction. He was scared and that told Stede everything he needed to expect from the dilemma in the storage room. "Show me." he murmured, already leading Lucius towards the stairs.

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A/N: Oh no! Someone below deck has been gravely injured, I wonder who it could be...I guess you'll just have to wait until Chapter 5 to find out. See you soon!

P.S. I know I said they were going to share a bed. I just didn't say when exactly that would happen. Maybe keep an eye out for Chapter 6.

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

RIRI. i SPECIFICALLY said no lyney angst. ever. for as long as your tumblr shall live. the little pookie wookie cutie sunshine munchkin muffin bear is in love with us returns our love do you understand😡 for legal reasons and so that i dont get judged hard by the people behind me on the train this is purely a joke. but you know WHAT ISNT A JOKE RIRI IT'S MY HEART SHATTERING. absolutely unbelievable. i demand compensation. fluff where lyney accepts confession. and an apology letter. 500 words. (hugs u)

i hate that i know EXACTLY who you are. what's with the hug did you burn the kitchen down again– anyway, here's my apology. love u!

last kiss

synopsis: if you go, can i go with you? if you leave me, can i leave me too?

genre: angst. no comfort.

characters: wanderer x gn! reader

warnings: established relationship, reader referred to in 2nd pov, written from wanderer's pov, mentions of wanderer’s birth name, reader gets amnesia, wanderer a little ooc maybe

a/n: i spent so long writing and re-writing this i will actually cry if people don't like this (no pressure though) mwah :3 likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!! it helps a lot :>

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he remembers.

kunikuzushi remembers your first meeting, clear as day. the wonder in your irises as you reach out for his hand, the way you cupped his porcelain face in your hands, running your hands through his indigo locks. he remembers when he accidentally let his feelings slip, freezing up in fear of your reaction– he remembers your light laugh, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his forehead. 

the balladeer remembers your disappointed look when he comes home to tell you he’s made his decision. you turn and go straight into the kitchen without another word, and the weight of silence has never been so heavy. and yet, as you set the table for dinner, you ask when the ship for snezhnaya will leave. he remembers all too well how you stopped right before boarding the ship, turned back to glare at him, and say your decision to follow him still didn’t mean you agreed with his. and when he fell from the shouki no kami after failing to replace lesser lord kusanali as sumeru’s god, he remembers you rushing forward to try and catch him in your arms to soften the impact.

the wanderer remembers those 2am walks to puspa café, pinkie linked with yours, because you craved some hot food and didn’t want it home-cooked. he remembers those cold nights with you– the rain’s symphony muffled in the background as you move in closer to embrace him tighter under the shared covers, him reluctantly humming you back to sleep. 

he remembers that time you got abducted by fatui agents– any mere mortal would have gone insane from their cruel treatment, and yet, you became the one driving your abductors nuts. he found you with your back facing him as you wield your sword, your chest heaving as you take deep breaths. he remembers how he couldn’t help but let a tear slip as he runs forward to hold you tight, murmuring apologies into the crook of your neck, all the while wondering where you got that much strength from. and he remembers the way you turned around to embrace him, a rare fire in your eyes as you told him those words he wishes he could have imprinted on his skin: “i’m your heart after all, aren’t i? i can’t just go dying on you when you’re not ready to go!”

the wanderer still remembers that promise you once made at 1:58am in the morning, that sweet moment you both shared, the moon being the only witness to your soft declaration of love.

the wanderer remembers that fateful day he found you unconscious in a withering zone, your body bruised and battered— presumably from fighting enemies. he’s grumbling all the way home with you in his arms about how clumsy and bothersome you are, even as he gently cleans your face from the dirt. he refuses to leave your bedside for a single second in fear that you might awake all alone. but he was the one left all alone.

he hates it.

he hates that he remembers.

and you don’t.

he hates seeing that blank stare you give him as you tell him you have no idea what he’s harping on about. he hates that even after months and months of trying, even with lesser lord kusanali’s advice, you still remember nothing. he especially hates that apologetic smile you gave him as you tell him you don’t love him back. because you did. once. and you made a promise never to leave his side as long as your heart beat. once. 

but you don’t remember, do you?

your explanation that you don’t want to continue leading him on because you just don’t feel the same completely shatters him. he has no right to force you to stay, either. not after everything you did for him. but he’s always been selfish, hasn’t he? so he asks you. he asks you for one last kiss so he can keep you in his fond memories. your eyes soften as you mutter an “oh, kuni.” (he insisted you stick to the name that always hung on your lips.) he tries not to show any emotion as you pull him into a tight hug, pressing your lips to his forehead. he tries to smile as he waves you goodbye, because he wants your last memory of him to be a good one. and he tries damn hard not to cry as he slides down the now-closed door of the house you once shared, head in his hands, knowing you’ve forgotten everything as easily as you breathed.

you’re his fourth betrayal. he hates that he has to remember that for the rest of his sorry, miserable life.

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[lemotmo]

🤣🤣🤣🤣 Oh my god that's TRUE 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Q. You didn't mention Tommy in your ridiculous plots post. Does that mean you admit his storyline was good?

A. The storyline was Buck coming out as bisexual. That is absolutely a worthy and beautiful storyline. I didn't mention Tommy because he didn't have enough screentime to warrant a mention. That's why he's called a plot point. He is a minor point in a larger story. Norman, Lola and the cartel all had more screentime than he did last season. And I'm pretty sure Doug's screentime matched or surpassed him with just one episode. PLOT POINT. Oh and they all had significantly more dialogue. PLOT POINT.

Thanks Nonny!

Yeah, I don't know why we're still here debating the fact of whether or not Tommy is a plot point, because he so obviously is. I don't understand how people are still questioning this? It's right there for everyone to see!

Tommy doesn't get his own plot. He is merely a part of a greater Buck arc. Buck realising he was bisexual was an important step for him and Tommy helped him in that. But the moment his part in Buck's storyline will end, he will be gone. It's as simple as that.

This doesn't mean that people aren't allowed to like him or ship him with Buck. By all means, ship away if it makes you happy. Lord knows that I've shipped my fair share of minor couples that never turned out to be endgame, so I understand the appeal. But they need to keep in mind that he is only there to play his part in Buck's story and then he will be gone.

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[noriirori]

A friend recently asked, "what's the reason why you're in that fandom you're in right now?" And I couldn't help but dip my toes into answering this question because the reason why I'm in the tf2 fandom is a bit amusing to me.

Okay, July 28 of this year I was scrolling through Twitter, and then I happen to come across a comic page about two characters I had no idea about. This comic is titled HeavyMedic comic | Milk strawberry popsicles by Cabbage on Twitter. Now, keep in mind I had no clue who tf these characters were, I just saw that first page of the comic and I knew I had to stay and read this entire thing (even though I have no clue who tf they were). The hot weather, the bald character carrying a popsicle to give to a black haired character with glasses who the bald man called "Doktor", even though I wasn't in the tf2 fandom nor did I know who these characters were, I just knew one thing and it's that these guys are absolutely gay for each other.

Now at this time, I was pretty hooked. Multiple questions were coming into mind: who were these guys? Are these the creators original characters? Or are they from a video game? A movie maybe? I couldn't help myself, so I commented.

And ever since then, I was hooked! Since then, I've researched about this ship and eventually about the game itself. I've watched the official videos and read the comics, read fanfics, saved fan-art, etc.

I asked an online friend of mine (they were in many fandoms and I remembered them sending a picture of a group picture of a game that had those two guys.) if they knew which social media platform the tf2 fandom is very active on because I kinda wanna get involved in the community itself to talk and to engage in the fandom itself, and they said "oh, you should go to Tumblr since I've got mutuals that are active on there and they mainly post tf2 content." So, I downloaded Tumblr, made my account and since then, my feed is nothing but tf2 content (sometimes food and some other digital art stuff but tf2 definitely is my feed).

And after we shared the reasons why we're in the fandom we currently are in right now, they asked (the same friend who asked the first question) "and why did you chose to stay? Do you have favorite content creators in that fandom and why are they your favorite?"

First I'll answer, why I chose to stay. To keep it short and simple, it's because this fandom made me feel welcome and accepted. I love how nice the creators of artworks are, the writers, and the other people, who like me, also views fan-art in Tumblr. I love how there isn't really issues in the community (at least that I'm not aware of) and how respectful and funny people are. Obviously, we can't avoid that there is also a bad side to this fandom, and I was unfortunate enough to experience this type of treatment. I don't really want to go into detail but I guess *some* YouTubers are very homophobic which is so sad considering that most of them are genuinely fucking funny and their tf2 content absolutely bangs but as a non-binary pansexual myself, I can't let stuff like that slide. And thankfully, it is just some YouTubers, plus the content creators I watch in the tf2 fandom usually do SFMs instead of like having voice over shit and complain about the fandom enforcing LGBTQIA+ onto the characters. So yeah, I stayed because I'm in the good side of the community where people aren't fucking mean for no reason and respects and welcomes anyone despite whatever they are.

Also, the second question is a bit tricky because I LOVE ALL OF THE ARTISTS IN THE FANDOM each and every one of them are very much talented, amazing, beautiful, god-sent and wonderful. So, these are the artist that I mean:

Yeah, I love all of them, also I know what you'll say "but some of them don't do art, they just reblog!" So? I still consider them as artist bcuz they share ART. Okay, my absolutely favorite like my number one is Ncalabby. Most of my favorite fan-arts come from them. They are my favorite,well, because they are the reason that I'm in this fandom in the first place but other than that, I love their art. I love how they do their line art, the background and how each color on every art of theirs contrast with each other beautifully and makes the subject of their art shine because of the color scheme. And I love how they draw Medic, strong and massive unlike those fucking twink ahh Medic that people seem to make him as he is. It's *fine* if that's how your style is but making Medic small and skinny because he's a support and heals people isn't right. But that's just my opinion though.

Now, SFM creators, there are some that I absolutely love because well, they contribute heavily into the fandom. I'll be ranking them into 3rd to 1st.

3. DasMxD - I love their series' if tf2 was realistic, their SFMs are very smooth and natural.

2. Winglet - this guy, has the *smoothest* SFMs animations ever. I love how the mercenaries move in a way that's very much smooth and very natural, and I love their videos so much.

1. the-sound-of-progress -> I love Dusty, despsite their works being comics I don't think that SFM is made for comics yet somehow their SFMs are very pretty and natural, I love that the fact that they info dump on their blog because I am very interested in making my own SFMs in the upcoming future but I still don't have my own PC but their info dump about Blenders, SFMs, how to fix if the Medic model has that black thingy on his gloves, etc. Their works are wonderful, and them as a person as well ks just as fantastic as their work is. I did message them, told them how much I loved their work and they replied, and we're very humble with themselves which I love so much. Like I always wait for them to upload their comics because I find them so entraining and godsent stuff. Also, Dusty contributes heavily on the red Oktoberfest content, if you don't believe me, check out their page.

So yeah, this was what I answered to my friend and because I have nothing else to do, I will just share it here on my blog. Anyway, you, what's your reason why you're in the tf2 fandom? I'd like to know!

[thessalian]

Thess vs Israel

Wow. I'm getting some shit over my reblog at the moment. I'm not really sure why, given that all I was saying was that on this one issue, there is no Presidential candidate at this stage in the game who is not being an asshole about supporting Israel over Palestine. I am aware that the US vetoed Palestine joining the UN, and while Biden did say that UN membership for Palestine should be an eventual end goal, I figure that those words are just about worth the air used to speak them. I am aware that the US is still selling weapons to Israel and not condemning Israel for the Palestinian genocide.

Thing is? I don't live in the US. But I do live in a country that takes the same view on Israel as the US (and in fact has at least attempted to declare the waving of a Palestinian flag an antisemitic hate crime), and a country that entirely screwed itself over by voting on a single issue in very recent memory. In fact, I live in a country that supposedly doesn't have nearly the two-party system issues the US does but functionally does. I know first-hand the problems that come with throwing support at a third party in a two-party system, especially when voter suppression comes into play.

(Look, the government in this country literally admitted that their fucking voter ID laws were gerrymandering and only have issues with it because it didn't have the effect they wanted to, and then further admitted to setting more restrictions so that the gerrymandering will work they way they want it to. So you might say I'm a little sensitive to the issues surrounding what happens to one's vote.)

The thing I feel the need to underline is that you have to fix your own oxygen mask first. The US has its own struggles - the repeal of Roe vs Wade. The various "Don't Say Gay" laws. The gods-awful labour laws in ... it was Kentucky or Louisiana, possibly both. I couldn't tell you what's going on state-to-state, but it's a mess over there. And the reason I couldn't tell you is because we're having our own shit-show over here. The combination of Brexit and climate change-induced shitty weather is going to leave us with food shortages this year, and the increased rate of inflation and stagnant wages means most of us aren't going to be able to afford the food that is available. Frankly, that's been getting worse for years, as more and more of the Brexit-related policies have had to be enacted. The water companies are going bankrupt and deciding to ask for a 56% increase in water prices while diverting money to shareholders instead of ... oh, I don't know, building new reservoirs so we don't have a drought in one of the rainiest countries on the planet every single year. Our right to protest has been curtailed to ridiculous degrees - as in, we have the right to protest, but it's in name only and police will come shut us down if someone declares that our protest is "annoying" or "disruptive". They just passed a bill that, if enacted the way the government wants it to be, is going to get refugees shipped to fucking Rwanda, which the Supreme Court and damn near everyone else have declared unsafe. Not to mention that our universal healthcare system is all but entirely dismantled, the fitness to work of the disabled is going to be assessed by call centre staff with checklists instead of actual doctors, and the benefits of the disabled are apparently going to be scrapped in favour of "ways to help the disabled get back to work". And don't even get me started on the way the trans community is being treated in this country. Not just state-to-state; the entire country.

So, yes, I give a shit about Palestine. But what the fuck good am I going to be to the people of Palestine if I myself am starving, persecuted, and being pushed beyond my physical capabilities? I can care about Palestine without voting against my own interests, and that means tactical voting.

...Well, ordinarily it would, anyway. But the problem - which was the whole point of my comment on that reblog - is that both parties that stand a fucking chance of winning are on the same wavelength as regards Palestine. The Tories are perfectly happy to keep selling arms to Israel. And Labour? Starmer won't even admit that the very visible war crimes are actual war crimes - and he was a human rights lawyer. If I cannot guarantee that a party that will even attempt to stand up to Israel will take office, and I mean 100% guaranteed chance (which is not third parties, not in a two-party system)? Then I have to vote in my own interests.

I care very much about Palestine. However, I am not going to set myself on fire to keep Palestine warm, especially when I'm damn sure it wouldn't be keeping Palestine warm either way.

[lewyn-martell]

hi!!! wanted to comment, I love your goals about Daemon and Viserys. Truth be told, if you had been totally explicit about the romance love Daemon feels for Viserys it would have made their relationship on the show even more interesting and Daemon as a character instead of just being a misogynist, which he is! but it gives his character more depth. I get the feeling Daemon wants to go back to the days of the conquest but with Viserys by his side. We already know he likes chaos, he likes to conquer but not rule I wish it was canon in the books!

Hope you have a nice day, I look forward to reading more of your analysis 🥰

Hello! Thank you for your lovely message!

Oh, I wish they had been just a little bit more explicit and brave about it, but honestly, this is me being selfish. Because what I actually want is that there was just enough punch to actually reach people.

I know I complained about it, back in the tags of my first reblogged HOTD post, that they should have leaned into it even more, but I have actually grown fond of things as they are. Besides, I was only a few episodes into the show and with a huge Daemyra cloud hanging over my head (at that point, the ship was everywhere and being sold as this mad desire love story soulmate There's Only the Two of Us thing).

So every mild reference to it, I just thought: "oh, ok so this is meant simply to be about Daemyra" without much further contemplation because I was only watching HOTD as a time filler. But if you care to look, there isn't much space to run regarding Daemon's wants. By genuinely taking in his character arc in the entire season, without crying "OOC!", it all points to and engage with the same core desire that the writers made him say out loud in the first episode. It was strong enough to make me pay attention to it, someone who was only watching the show casually and who doesn't even care too much for m/m dynamics in fiction and cared even less for Daemon as a character.

Ultimately, I don't mind (in fact, I prefer) that you have to work a little bit to see it all and ascribe a romantic aspect or even sexuality to it. That's part of the fun of engaging with media. Not everything needs to be obvious and some ambiguity can enrich a text and make a more well-rounded character. That means people can pick and choose more easily what to take in about his character, sure, but Daemon becomes more layered and more complex and more human and makes more sense when you take in all of it and expand his wants into a multifaceted thing that includes romantic and sexual feelings. Daemon, as you put it, being a misogynist and wanting to cause chaos; him wanting Rhaenyra, being a Targaryen purist, and having this complicated relationship with power are things that work even better and with more nuance together with these other interpretations that bring in the romantic and sexual aspect with Viserys. In fact, one thing can fuel the other.

Look, I never minded being the one with the unpopular opinions and unpopular pairings, god knows I have plenty. But then again, I am a fandom person, you know. With a piece of media with such a huge fandom presence, it is disappointing that absolutely no one (except like five people, bless their hearts) is acknowledging it and talking about it. Not even the damn press, though I can't say I don't understand it: a show like House of the Dragon isn't supposed to make you work around the clock. They have enough plot points to discuss, references to point out, and larger scale scandals to cover than go in depth into character reading.

But fandom has always been different, especially with queer desire. By all means, there is quite enough for us to scream about and go write our fanfiction, but most of us aren't. There is something missing here, something that obviously doesn't affect me & some others, but affects most.

That is why I can't help but wish that there was just a little less running room regarding Daemon and Viserys. Make it a little bit harder for people to go "aww this is only to show us how Daemon has a sweetheart aspect to him because he wants his family's love and it's definitely not something rippling out to the entire timeline". Because people are just bypassing the hell out of it.

Maybe asking them to not make it all about the pretty princess instead of her silly old father who is dying from a decaying illness is too much for them. Especially with an internet boyfriend, the classic badboy who's supposed to be soft only for you. And maybe asking to 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 in the dragon show is too much and they should have at least given us a couple of 2's or 3's. Maybe there is not enough joy and classic uwu romance. Maybe they should have made things more clear on Viserys' end. I don't know. I just wish there was more meta and fanfiction jhasjhbjhsanjasnjhbsa. Or maybe at least an acknowledgment. Because, you know, Ryan Condal has said Daemon is kind of a special character to him because he was the first that he worked out the entire arc of the season and motivations of (I'm paraphrasing here). He has put thought into him and meant for him to be seen across all his actions and decisions in the story. I don't want to be mean, but, uh, maybe it's not that it's OOC or it doesn't make sense… Maybe it's just that you* don't like the implications… They are there. They exist. They have been said out loud.

*(not You, you, rather "they" you. They, for which it applies)

I also wish it was canon in the books 😭 but if with the show's writers and actors it's already difficult to have them confront what are obviously very normal and not weird at all feelings between these brothers in the in.cest show, in the books there's even less of a chance that there was any intention to go there. Like, GRRM is not exactly subtle lmao. If he wanted us to pick up on it he would find a way to make the Maester let something more incriminating slip. But just because of the way he enjoys writing things down in these historical accounts, with enough wiggle room to go one way or the other, where even he himself doesn't know exactly how it must have gone, I'll take things as they are and I'll take Daemon simply being incredibly weird about his wife, kids, and Hand, thank you very much.

Oh and to touch on other stuff of your message, it's interesting that you mentioned Daemon wanting to go back to the days of the conquest because I was just thinking about the kind of madlad shit Daemon would pull were he on the highest seat of the realm. And my mind immediately went to, "he'd probably find the first excuse to become even more imperialist". Maybe not enough to actually hold it together, but just enough to write his name on the sand, just like he did with the Stepstones. To be fair, he'd probably first attack Dorne and die there lbr LMAO.

Thanks again for talking to me! Sorry for going on such a huge tangent.

[theapangea]

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Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

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@alwaysatomicconniseur long ago and far away you very generously responded to this Christmas Edition Ship Meme I’d reblogged with ‘How about Chrissy and Eddie?’ I was delighted, started this, and then forgot until I went through my drafts earlier today like ‘OH, WAIT, LAST DAY-’ 

Thank you for your generosity in giving me an excuse to yell about these two, and for your endless patience. May your holiday be excellent.

-Who starts putting up decorations in October?

I’m gonna say they have an understanding that October is sacred. Those are 31 days meant to be devoted to Halloween, and Halloween ONLY. 

November, meanwhile, is a point of contention. Eddie feels that November should be spent as the Post-Halloween-Mourning-Period, wherein Halloween decorations are left up until whoever you’re living with loudly announces that they cannot live this way anymore, that Jack-o-Lantern outside is ROTTING and squirrels may occassionally be using it as a sex den, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. IT’S THANKSGIVING.

Chrissy, meanwhile, jumps into Christmas preparations immediately. This has less to do with her feelings on Christmas, and more to do with Thanksgiving being specifically devoted to both food and family. The less time she has to think about it, the better.

At some point Eddie puts two and two together. He does not comment, but he does start helping her put decorations up.

He refuses to put the Halloween decorations away, though, so the house is just filled with skeletons and bloody mannequins covered in tinsel until December 1st. Steve, who somehow always gets saddled with working Black Friday, says this looks like his own personal version of hell.

-Who buys Advent Calendars?

Chrissy introduced Eddie to the concept of Advent Calendars. He buys multiple, and then guts them all immediately upon getting home. There will be no waiting day by day, there is candy in there NOW.

-Who places mistletoe all around the house?

The first Christmas they spent together, Chrissy surprised him by putting it in one doorway and jokingly demanding a kiss tax any time one of them entered or left the room. She took it down at the end of the day, and then discovered the next morning that Eddie had willingly gotten up early for the first time in God only knew how long to stick some in every doorway in the house.

“You are ridiculous-”

“Pay up!”

“Absolutely ridiculous!”

“Less laughing, more ki- mmph-”

-Who wraps the presents for other people?

Chrissy’s got years of gift exchanges under her belt from various extracurriculars, meaning she has wrapping down to a science. Eddie’s not bad, but she’s so much faster at it that she usually ends up taking over just to get things done.

-Who puts the star/angel on top of the Christmas tree?

Eddie is required to do this as the resident Tall Person in the house. He has mentioned on more than one occassion that this is the only time post-puberty that anyone’s ever considered him a Tall Person.

-Who’s the one that hates eggnog?

Eddie, purely due to the Christmas of ‘78 when he swapped out the non-alcoholic eggnog Wayne had bought for the two of them with the stuff Wayne had intended to give a coworker. He spent Christmas morning throwing up what felt like everything he’d eaten in the past week while Wayne alternated between patting his back and yelling at him.

-Who’s the one that bakes Christmas cookies for guests?

Neither. It’s one of those things that Chrissy feels like she probably should do, but somehow never ends up getting around to. Eddie, meanwhile, simply does not bother.

-Who sends out the Christmas cards?

Making them is a joint effort, but the one who actually remembers to mail them in time is Chrissy.

-Who knows all the words to Twelve Days of Christmas?

Eddie, and he cannot for the life of him explain why. He has no memory of learning them.

-Who’s the better snowman builder?

Define better. Structually sound? Chrissy. Recognizable as a snowman for the minute and a half it stays up before collapsing under its own weight? Eddie.

-Who starts snowball fights?

Eddie starts em, Chrissy wins. 

-Who’s the one that wakes the other up on Christmas morning by playing Christmas songs really loudly?

CHRISSY. It’s her one allocated Gremlin Moment per month, she’s always up at that hour anyway, and now both Eddie and the dog are gonna be up with her.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I wanted to congratulate you on quitting! I know it’s a scary thing to go through but you will be so much happier in the long run! And I really hope your next job is one you love 💛

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thank you! <3

this is 5 months late, but i just wanted to let everyone know that quitting really was the best thing i've ever done. the sheer amount of relief i had at leaving an incredibly toxic working environment that was just filled with a lot of lateral violence and an abusive manager. i sometimes miss my coworkers and the clients, but how i felt 5 months ago, not just about my job but about life in general, is vastly different to how i feel today.

i found a wonderful job that i love, that i'm good at, and that has just embraced me whole-heartedly. it's supportive, the work is fulfilling, and my team of coworkers and management are all fantastic. it helps too that i got a $5 raise, which means that i can comfortably pay my bills, create a safety cushion, and send money to my sister who has been dealing with a lot of medical issues.

my head is clearer and i'm feeling so, so good about the transition. it was scary as hell to walk away from a job i'd been doing for 4.5 years but it was so worth it and i'm so grateful that i did.

20 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

#4

fic: i'm not yours (but i can be for a night) category: harry potter ship: hermione granger/james potter rating: explicit/nc-17 prompt: pictured above tags: marauders!era; friends with benefits; first time word count:  9,806

preview:

Hermione reached an elbow over and bumped his. "What did you want to ask me?"

"Uh…" A flush filled James' face. "It's kinda personal. I probably shouldn't."

Hermione's eyes narrowed curiously. "How personal?"

"Just… I guess I was wondering if I was the only one in our year that hasn't… That's still…" He glanced at her and then away. "Everyone I know has already had, uh…"

"Sex?" Hermione couldn't help a beat of surprise. "You haven't then?"

"Have you?" he blurted nervously.

Hermione watched the pink fusing his cheeks turn even darker. "No."

read more: ao3 ↳ please try to leave a comment / kudos!

23 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#3

i've been on tumblr for like a decade or so now, and for the most part that's been a good experience. i stick to my fandoms and my mutuals and i write my fic. every once in a while, discourse wanders my way and i get to decide to engage or not. i have no interest in engaging currently. the very idea of arguing with people over something we either love or hate in opposing fashion sounds and is exhausting. so, i fully invite anyone who just doesn't like or agree with me to block me. it doesn't have to be deep. we like/think/want/feel different things and there's this nifty option to never see/hear from each other again that can only improve both of our lives. so like... do that. ✌️

36 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#2

finally quit a job that was sucking the life out of me

62 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

this whole time i thought blorbo was another fandom ya’ll were in and not a term of endearment for characters you like. that word scrapes the soft tissue of my brain. it makes me think of minions and my feral little mind wants to ritualistically sacrifice it to a pagan god.

180 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

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[esdithequeen]

Hmm, for the ask game you reblogged: one scene that will always stick out to me from your fics is Kay just straight up punching "Bobby" in the face. She is an icon, she did what we all (or at least I) wish we could do. I audibly cheered when I read that part, I have been wanting to punch him ever since he electrocuted an inmate in court and then laughed about it.

Then the whiplash you gave the reader like two seconds later with her being shot and hospitalized... ouch. Ooo also, another scene that sticks out to me was the truth about her being the Yatagarasu being revealed to Simon. I am extremely picky when it comes to romance in any media but man... the way you wrote them was so sweet. You genuinely single-handedly convinced me to join the faraquill train, I usually hate shipping, so kudos to you. Anyways, have a nice day <3

God Kay punching Fulbright was one of my favourite scenes to plan out and write just because it’s just so satisfying as a character moment AND as a narrative setup. One of Kay’s most defining character traits is her impulsive and reckless nature, and I don’t think people writing her take advantage of it enough. Plus the immediate consequences are just *chef’s kiss* angst central. An “oh shit” moment for the audience and emotional turmoil for the characters. Fun all around!

I do want to write more about the unseen tension between Kay and Fulbright because I think it’s really fun to see these (outwardly) cheerful people just fucking despise each other. There’s a cut scene where Simon comments that Fulbright must just be intimidated by Kay being a younger woman with higher ranking than him, which is just classic dramatic irony, but unfortunately I couldn’t make it fit.

And yeah… the reveal was extremely difficult to write. I wasn’t sure if Simon should be angry at her because PhAnToMs or if people would find it unrealistic if he just flat out forgave her, but I happy with how it ended up. The consistent foreshadowing and the office break in scene really helped, I think.

Anyway I didn’t mean for this to turn into a self-analysis but thank you so much! It’s always good to know that people enjoy my monkey-slapping-on-a-typewriter writing lmao

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CHARACTER ABOUTS

Charlotte Morningstar-Magne

She wants to stop the yearly extermination by redeeming the Sinners of Pentagram City and grant them access to heaven. She’s compassionate, naive, and has a love for theatre. However, she isn’t stupid and won’t let others use her just because she’s the princess. I write Charlie is bi/pan and she has both her mother and father’s last names(AKA I really liked her original last name)

Alastor

An overlord of hell known as The Radio Demon. Despite the power he holds, he tones himself down for others who he considers his true friends. He has manners but uses them selectively. He is narcissistic but not reckless-Death date 1933. Alastor is asexual/demi-romantic. 

Angel Dust

Selfishly living in the Hazbin Hotel for free, Angel Dust is Hell’s best prostitute. He is reckless, even if it it means screwing someone else over. He can be playful and dangerous, he’s rude, vulgar, and very flirtatious-Death Date 1947. Angel is gay and I will portraying him with DID, he had it in life as well as death. Right now there are two alters, Angel Dust and Anthony. Angel is the Protector/Persecutor. Anthony is the memory holder Vox An overlord of hell and a savvy businessman, owner and CEO of VoxTek and a member of the Vees. Death date is the 1950’s and as a result, has major fucking beef with Alastor.  Vox is bi

Verses

swap AU 

where Charlie switches roles with Alastor, Angel will switch with Vaggie

2P,

where the character role is the same but personalities are swapped.

Say You’ll Remember Me?

The hotel is working a little too well, demons are doing the impossible at an impossible rate. Soon, Charlie and the hellborns will be the only ones left in pride. This will also feature redeemed characters.

Human AU

all characters are set in the time they died. There is going to be a modern AU as well for all characters.

Strawberry Al A more pink Alastor who’s less of an asshole outright. This will be an AU where he’s a yandere of sorts. He does in fact mostly mind his business in Cannibal Town and was working on being an Overlord for the power and security behind it but, made a deal with Lilith that fucked him over, he copes as well as he can  Still figuring out the details on this one so it’s in a test phase. The deal with Lilith is a running theory right now and until it is confirmed, it only applies to Strawberry Al

[greenandhazy]

Love Interests on Downton Abbey: Some Math and Charts

I got curious about the breakdown of love interests on Downton Abbey, specifically with regards to Thomas and the profusion of movie love interests. Before I knew it, I was sitting down and doing some actual math, and people expressed interests, so I figured I might as well take the time to share.

I’ve focused most of my attention on characters who appear in all six series of the show and both movies, and in particular on those whom we might call “of typical marrying age”—characters in their 20s-30s, who are more likely to have a statistically significant number of love interests. Anna and Bates aren’t included because they’re really only for each other from the first season. The characters in their 40s and above aren’t counted because a) most of them have 1 permanent love interest and 1 relationship that doesn’t work out, which isn’t statistically valuable in comparing them to the younger generation, and b) several of them—Isobel, Violet, and Carson—have plots related to love interests who died without every appearing onscreen, so that complicates things.

I’m defining “love interest” as a potential romantic partner that the character canonically either has romantic feelings for, or were seriously persuing. (So for example, Mary/Richard Carlisle was a serious pairing regardless of her romantic feelings, Thomas/Daisy in the first season was not.) I’m defining “installment” as either a full series of the show, or a movie; I’m not breaking it down by episode, because that would truly be Too Much. And I’m defining “requited” as meaning both parties at one point genuinely consented to the relationship in some form, regardless of whether consent was revoked at a later point.

First, a total list of love interests:

Mary: Duke of Crowborough, Kemal Pamuk, Evelyn Napier, Matthew Crawley, Sir Richard Carlisle, Charles Blake, Tony Gillingham, Henry Talbot, Jack Barber

Thomas: Duke of Crowborough, Kemal Pamuk, Edward Courtenay, Jimmy Kent, Richard Ellis, Chris Webster, Guy Dexter

Edith: Matthew Crawley, Sir Anthony Strallan, John Drake, Patrick Gordon/Crawley, Michael Gregson, Bertie Pelham

Tom: Sybil Crawley, Edna Braithwaite, Sarah Bunting, Lucy Smith

Daisy: Thomas Barrow, William Mason, Alfred Nugent, Andy Parker

Of this group, Thomas and Tom are the only ones who go into the movies without having met their endgame partner; Thomas is the only one who goes into the final movie without an endgame partner, and the only one (of the entire cast, not just this limited sample) who gets more than one love interest in the movies.

* I have omitted Matthew from Edith’s talley of multi-appearance love interests because her romantic subplot with him only lasted for one episode, and beyond that he was principally there as a love interest of Mary’s.

And here’s a fun timeline showing the installments in which characters were either partnered, or in which they had textual romantic subplots. (So, for example, Daisy’s ongoing crush on Alfred was referred to numerous times in s4 and was counted, but the extent to which Thomas’s plots with Jimmy were influenced by his unspoken ongoing crush vs platonic friendship remains unclear, and therefore was not counted.)

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You were lying in the wet ground, sunk in the mud, with not enough strength to move a finger. You coughed the last time you tried to ask for help, choking on your own blood flooding your throat. Your whole life was playing in front of your eyes turned into one of those bad comedy movies everybody hates but can’t stop watching it. The three holes hosting the untraceable bullets burnt in your chest. You couldn’t describe the agony you were through at that exact moment. Not only by knowing that you were going to die alone under the cold rain, but all the things you were going to miss.

That agent of Hydra took you by surprise, being more stealthy than even himself expected. He shot you in the back, but he was too far for the ammunition to cross your anatomy, being stuck within your organs. And you didn’t know what could be worse. A slow death to give you hope to be found, despite the suffering and the torture, or a quick death not having any chance but skipping that nightmare. In the end, not even Stark could help you to heal from two bullets in the right lung and another in the shoulder blade. He could keep you alive for a couple of days maybe, but at what cost? At the cost of seeing everyone around you begging you to be strong, to continue fighting? You wish you could survive one second more, but life was abandoning your life bit by bit, while behind you the blood mingled with the mud.

You were cold. Your teeth were rattling. The pain was disappearing progressively as your eyelids rolled down. Not even when you heard the noisy engineers from your ship, you were able to open them again. The tiredness was taking control over your body and you were accepting it was your time to go. The amount of blood you had lost was probably irreplaceable, meaning nothing how quick your squad was.

He practically jumped from the ship, running faster than ever in his life. He didn’t even know when he started to cry. Bucky kneeled on the ground to hold you onto his arms and raise you with all the care he could have in a moment like that. He had seen a lot of people dying in different ways, mostly because he killed them. But this was different. You were everything he had now, losing you wasn’t an option. James was about to collapse when he managed to lie you on your stomach on the stretcher that Stark and Banner prepared for you. The silence inside the ship was shattering, only interrupted by the heartbreaking crying from the soldier, not loosening the grip on your left hand.

“C’mon, doll… Don’t do this to me”. He sobbed pressing his lips on your forehead, while the others were cutting your uniform to find the bullets stuck in your back. “Please… Ple— Please, bear it a little longer”.

Nobody around them wanted to say anything about the fact that they didn’t know you two were this close, being the first time seeing and hearing Bucky this desolated. They were used to his grumpy mood, his staring in silence. But when you were alone, it was quite the opposite. He was kindly, playful, loving, and sweet. It was something that continued surprising himself, it was too easy to be like that with you, tho. And watching you dying... It had been by far the most painful moment of his life. He’d prefer one hundred years serving Hydra again than not spend a second more with you. Just a second. He’d pay that price more than gladly.

The first bullet was easy to remove from your shoulder, but Banner and Stark exchanged worried gazes when it came to the other two puncturing the lung. It was a big deal. They had nothing to lose, if you had to die, at least they’d try it till the end. Natasha sprang into action, being an expert with those kinds of untraceable bullets and the damage they could make, while Bruce started to monitor your vital signs at the same time he supplied you morphine and anesthesia.

“Don’t… Don’t leave me, ple— please”. Bucky begged once and again, kneeling close to you, spreading wet kisses because of his tears everywhere he could. “Y’know… You promise me… to watch Casablanca together. We have a lot of things… to do. So, please… please… keep breathing”.

“Buck… Hey, Buck… Com’ere, let them work”. Steve placed a hand on his half metal, half flesh to make him stand up, but he slapped it.

“NO!”

The soldier was determined to not abandon your side, giving them enough room to continue with the improvised surgery. He needed to give you all his strength, even silently praying to God for your life as he had never done before, not having a single idea of what else to do. Placing his warm hand on the back of your neck, James fixed his forehead to yours, crying louder as he thought for a second you weren’t breathing anymore.

“You can’t leave me… You can’t, (Y/N)... You're the only thing I have now...” He whined in murmurs, trying to not pay attention to the constant beep coming from a device behind his back.

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