#okay maybe I shouldn’t put it like that but

[ondonasand]

Okay, I want to share this easy, delicious potato recipe with you. All you need are a pot, a pan, a mesh strainer, cooking oil, red potatoes, and seasoning salt. Now, it does require you to allow the potatoes to cool so I recommend planning ahead, but it’s not labor intensive SO.

Take as many red potatoes as you want. The recipe works with any amount, really. Wash them and boil them until fork tender. Usually about 15 minutes.

Allow to cool. Chilling them overnight is the easiest method, and I’m told makes them healthier?? I dunno about that. I’m not a Nutrinalist.

Heat your pan.

Add enough oil to cover the bottom of the pan. Heat the oil to about 375 F or 190 C.

Take the cooled potatoes and crush them with your bare hands. Don’t mash them, just squeeze them a bit. Kinda break them into irregular chunks.

Once the oil is hot enough chuck them right in there (delicately. Hot oil sucks). And then leave them the fuck alone for, like, seven minutes or so. Then flip them all, best you can. Give it another, like, five minutes maybe? You want to let them get golden brown on all sides and if your oil is hot enough that shouldn’t take crazy long, but the important thing is don’t watch the clock, watch the potatoes. Try not to mess with them too much.

Once the potatoes are golden brown and crispy on all sides remove them from heat, place them into a mesh strainer to allow the oil to drain (You’ll probably want to put something under the strainer too).

Toss them with the seasoning salt. How much seasoning salt? I dunno, enough to lightly coat the potatoes. Taste as you go until you find the right balance.

Add cheddar cheese if ya nasty.

Add shaved steak, steakums, or bacon and make a meal out of it.

Fry them with onions if you like onions.

You can add your favorite spices too. I like hot smoked paprika and garlic powder.

Any kind. And if you feel like it put in thr tags your favorite kind/ why you dont.

[heartilywrites]

je t'aime, je t'attends ; c. hyunju

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summary: where you found your girlfriend participating in a series of deadly games.

cw: angst ; a bit suggestive ; a shit ton of narration and little dialogs, cho hyunju x fem!reader ; reader is a triangle guard 🗣 ; no use of y/n

wc: 2.3k

a/n: i love joining new fandoms, HI GUYS i've been simping for hyunju ever since i saw her and i needed to write for her or i'd die. hope y'all like it <33 feel free to request if you want, i'm a bit behind my rqs now bc of work but i'll do my best to write more for hyunju !!

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ Player 450

The robotic voice order, with your scope you looked for the poor soul, shooting without a second thought. When looking at the rest of the players, a familiar face was recognized by your orbs.

You knew that profile like the palm of your hand, you’ve spent way too many hours looking at it that it was burnt into your memory like your life depended on it. You had to be dreaming, licking your lips after a shaky sigh made the only sound in the small room you focused again on the woman. The number 120 was distinguishable on the back of her sweater as you made sure to memorize it, she was covering people behind her and a small sour smile painted on your lips, Hyunju didn’t change.

Your mind couldn’t concentrate anymore, what was she doing there? You’ve asked her time to get the money she needed, did you take too long? Did the salesman find her after you left? You were sure that was the case, if you knew she had been invited you’d done everything in your power to stop her from participating. A last gunshot was heard, you were quick to look over your scope; your heart stopped for a moment when you saw blood staining Hyunju’s face, but when your eyes concentrated on her and the kill was confirmed to be another player, you allowed yourself to relax a little bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ Soldiers who have completed your mission, please line up outside the sniper rooms.

As if your own hearts were able to feel the presence of the other blindly, while you were putting away the gun given to you, your body began to tremble just like Hyunju was down at the play arena. Both scared for the woman’s life now, you didn’t know what to do moving forward.

You thought back to when the Masked Officer had recruited you offering a generous sum of money that could solve all your problems if you did a couple of tasks and your first thought was your girlfriend, on the future that could be forged for the two of you after receiving the money, you had imagined the two of you living a quiet life in Thailand as per request from Hyunju, you didn’t care what the job could be about or if it meant blotch your hands in blood. You’ve done it before, you were a very well trained defense guard who was struggling to find a stable job, most people didn’t care about your time in the korean military force or if you were one of the best snipers from your battalion they all ‘needed a man for the job’. You couldn’t rely on Hyunju either as she had been facing unemployment too for quite some time now, you had reassured her that you’d take care of the bills however you could.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I’ll go back to being a guard for clubs if I have to,” you said to the woman while preparing dinner, a small sigh was heard from her that made you turn. You walked over to where she was sitting and took her face in your warm hands thanks to the fire of the stove. “It’s okay, Hyune, I got this. We’ll make it out of here, trust me.”

One of her hands looked to rest on your wrist, a sad grimace painted on her face. “You shouldn’t have to do this alone. I should be able to help you, to help myself… I want to contribute too.”

‍Your lips left a small kiss on her forehead. “We’ll be fine, my love, I promise.”

The mere memory made your heart ache with anguish, you had to get her out of there, you had to make sure she wins these games. You had to… You had to let her know you were there, didn't you? Maybe in that way she could feel more protected… Or maybe she would hate you for being there, maybe she’d break up with you, call you a monster, question how could you do that to innocent people?

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey, twenty-three, can you believe what eleven is doing?” a distorted voice asked behind you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Couldn’t care less,” you said back, your voice sounded completely different too. After leaving the briefcase you were carrying back into place and taking a different gun you walked over the entrance. “I’m not part of the business and I don’t care what happens with it, I told you.”

‘I have more important things to worry about’ you thought to yourself while following one of the square soldiers and accommodating the strap of the gun on your shoulders.

You saw all the players grouped at the back of the big bedroom, you thanked the gods you were wearing a mask as your eyes looked desperately for Hyunju while the soldier was speaking, you didn’t care what was being discussed at all. Even when the so famous player 456 was talking you couldn’t force yourself to pay attention until a specific line that came from his mouth caught your thoughts.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Let us take our vote right now.” your eyes looked at the man with hope, your heart filled with gratitude, at least someone was sane enough.

Without turning your head upwards, you saw the prize being announced and a sigh left your mouth, your full attention was now on the room and each player as well as your superior.

You were asked to be beside the podium, you walked a little too quick for your taste. You positioned yourself while looking forward at each player and counting on your head the x’s, hoping they would win. And then Hyunju was called over, when you noticed your hands shaking you held tighter to your gun, you noticed she doubted for a second and then voted the circle. Your eyes shut and a shaky breath came out your mouth, you had to stay composed, you couldn’t break down there.

And when the circles won the poll, the players were told they needed to rest and feast for tomorrow’s games. The group walked out leaving a couple of triangles and the circle soldiers who were handing the food. After being instructed to leave for the night, you walked over to your small room and allowed yourself to break down once the door closed behind you. Leaning against the door you let your tears roll down on your face, how could life be so cruel to you? You just wanted to make your girlfriend happy and now she was condemned to die on an island away from home, you wouldn’t be able to even take her home with you.

No, you couldn’t think like that, you wouldn’t release that energy into the universe, you had to take care of her now. It didn’t matter if it cost you your own life, you would ensure Hyunju won the games. You would be like a hawk, watching over her as much as you could. The officer was more than pleased to see you ask for more responsibility, you tried to be where the players were at all times. Behind the triangle mask you were constantly watching Hyunju, following her discreetly on the six-legs game arena and cursing people who looked at her bad under your breath. You found yourself almost celebrating your girlfriend’s win with her group, thankfully you stopped before. After seeing Hyunju win, hope began to occupy your heart fully, convincing yourself there was a chance she could win this games, that she would be free.

At night you stayed to cover for a little, after all, you weren’t that sleepy now. Leaning your back on the wall you saw your colleague deny a permission to go to the bathroom and at first you weren’t against it, you knew the rules too, but when the older woman began to ramble about her bladder issues, you stood up again.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I got this, I’ll take them.” you said to your company before they opened the door, a small thank you was said from the other guard.

When the door was opened and you saw the woman smile a giggle almost escaped your mouth, but any trace of a smile faded when Hyunju let herself show asking to go too. Your breath got stuck on your lungs as you watched closer now, forcing yourself to guide them to the bathroom, that was your time, you had to talk to her now.

You stayed outside for a few minutes to allow them to do their business and after a couple of minutes you turned to look everywhere hoping not to see anyone approaching, you knew the bathrooms didn’t have cameras so you took advantage of it to walk in.

Hyunju was watching her own reflection, it made your heart pound hard against your chest, she was as beautiful as ever. Brown eyes turned to look at you with a confused frown on her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Do we need to-” she began to speak, being interrupted by your distorted voice.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “At ease, sergeant.” you said making her freeze on the spot, blinking a couple of times, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

You two had met back when she was in the military forces, before she came out as the Hyunju you’ve been loving for some time now. At first you were just really good friends, but as time passed you couldn’t help falling in love with each other. You were there for her at every step, inviting her to live with you when everything was just going from bad to worse for her, losing her job, gaining debts one after the other, having everyone turn on her… But you, oh you were her rock, her place to rest from the crude world and now there you were, in a pink suit with that horrible symbol on your face that has been taunting her dreams for the last couple of nights.

Your name fell from her lips on a small whisper that could almost go unnoticed if you weren’t paying your full attention to her, you released your gun and took the mask from your face, tears wetting your cheeks and she held the bathroom sink tighter under her hands.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hyunju…” you whispered back, breathing in deep to calm yourself.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What are you doing here?” the two of you asked at the same time, she shook her head. “You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be in that suit… What are you doing?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Trying to get the money to flee this shitty place.” you answered, taking a step towards her that she took back. “Hyunju, please.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Why would you accept to do this?” she asked now, you bit your lower lip for a moment.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Because I want you to be happy, I want us to start from zero, to have the life we deserve.” you started to answer, walking slowly her way to not scare her away. “We deserve to be happy, don’t you think, my love?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You shouldn’t have come here, you shouldn’t have accepted it, we shouldn’t be here.” she began to speak a little faster and when you let your hands rest on her face she looked directly into your eyes.

Warm hands thanks to the gloves you were required to use made her feel at ease, made her feel like home. Troubled eyes were looking at each other, but you can sense the love and strong connection in them. Even in such a dangerous place with death itself roaming in every room, the love Hyunju and you shared had such power that could make any other emotion drown.

A silent discussion was held and not even a second later, your lips met each other with such hunger like you’ve been starving for so long, like you were far from the other for years. Without distancing from Hyunju you pushed the gun to your back so you could get as close as humanly possible with her, your right hand pulled her closer by the neck making Hyunju whimper for a small second, you smiled over her lips.

Aching hands looked to sneak under her shirt while her own hands clumsily tried to undo your suit, it was the sound of a flushing toilet that made the both of you jump and stopped grudgingly. Hungry eyes just looked at her as she was composing herself, Hyunju left a small sigh sound before looking again your way.

 ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We have to get out of here,” she whispered, now Hyunju was the one holding your face in her own hands, you closed your eyes for a moment. “The two of us, safe and sound.”

 ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You need to win the games.” you said back, opening your eyes again. “Do you remember our signal?”

Hyunju thought for a moment before taking away one of her hands to show you the sign you two had come up with back in your military days, you giggled and nodded.

 ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I’ll be in every game watching over you, okay? When you see a guard doing it, know it’s me.” you whispered, she nodded too and stole another kiss from you. “We need to go back before the other guard comes to check, tell them, I’ll wait outside.”

The woman nodded again and as you were rearranging your suit, Hyunju pulled you in for a last kiss making you giggle like a teenager, almost giving in, but lastly stepping away and pulling your mask back on. You didn’t know how you’d make her win, but you had to go back home with her alive, you’ll figure it out in the way, but for now the only thing you could do was protect her.

[in-amor-veritas]

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When Wilhelm had been invited by his classmate over to study this hadn’t been his intention.

No. He had definitely not been expecting to end up like this, a hand tangled in Simon’s curls, trying to suppress the sounds coming from the back of his throat as the other man kneeled between his legs with Wilhelms cock in his mouth.

But here they are.

And okay, maybe he had made it far too obvious that he found Simon completely distracting and alluring, judging by the teasing lilt in his voice when he agreed and the flash of satisfaction in his eyes when Wilhelm had asked.

And okay, this isn’t exactly the first time this has happened.

Actually it’s happened a few times now over the past month.

They’d met in a shared philosophy class and Simon had been quick to challenge him every time he answered a question or shared an opinion. Wilhelm was convinced Simon took immense pleasure in putting him on the spot considering his title and the whole royal of it all which Simon had been quick to disparage from day one.

And fuck Wilhelm thought it was hot. He had never been challenged by anyone before Simon, at least not so publicly with so many eyes on him.

Simon was something delicious and forbidden, hanging just out of reach like original sin.

But maybe not so out of reach.

It hadn’t taken long at all for them to give into the strange, electrifying tension between them. It shouldn’t make sense, it shouldn’t turn him on this much but when Simon had cornered him, pinned him against the wall and looked him over with a sirens smile and bright eyes and said — no one has to know — well Wilhelm had folded instantaneously.

Simon does this thing with his tongue that makes Wilhelms toes curl. He knows exactly how to draw every desperate cry and stifled moan out of Wilhelms lips. The slick heat of his mouth and pressure of his tongue has Wilhelm seeing stars as he feels himself getting closer and closer to oblivion.

It’s just the two of them in this room, well Malin is stationed outside but she doesn’t count. It’s just the oppressive heat and lack of air and Simon’s lips and the filthy noises they make on his cock.

And then he pulls back and Wilhelm falls forward, following the loss of sensation, gasping, “What—“

“Look at me.” Simon demands and he does, he has to.

Simon is a debauched vision there on the floor, on his knees looking up at him. His lips are pink and swollen and glistening wet and his hair is a mess from where Wilhelms fingers have been twisted into the dark curls.

“Simon—“ he groans, letting his hand take him by the jaw, tilting his face up to stare in awe at him, his fine features, thick curls, dark eyes hooded in pleasure, “You’re so…”

A flash of satisfaction blooms in those eyes as he speaks, Simon leans into his hand which is now cupping his face. “What? Tell me.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Wilhelm murmurs, biting his lip as everything in him feels too tight, too sensitive, too hungry.

Simon smirks and rises from the floor, Wilhelm can’t draw his eyes from the planes of skin, seemingly endless and burnished gold in the lamplight. He crawls into his lap and Wilhelm holds him there.

“Am I taking good care of you?” Simon teases and he nods burying his nose into the other mans neck, dragging in a long deep inhale.

“Yes.” He chokes,

“Better than her?”

And for a moment Wilhelm feels guilt, white hot and lancing as he thinks about Karolina, his girlfriend who is out with friends tonight, who has no idea what he’s doing.

No their relationship isn’t perfect, yes they fight a lot, yes he might be forcing himself to be with her because she’s everything his mother and the court wants him to be with. But fuck—he’s been lying to her all this time.

The thought is gone as quickly as it comes however when Simon rocks their hips together, their cocks grinding together. It’s pulled from his mind and vaporizes into nothingness as his synapses fire and his vision is only Simon Simon Simon.

“Tell me the truth and I’ll let you fuck me again. Just like this.” Simon whispers into his ears, sending shivers rippling through him.

“Better.” His voice is strangled.

Nothing is better than this.

[galaxymagitech]

Hi hello!! For the fanfic snippet thing, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this bit of Olive Branch! Especially what's running through Bruce's head at the moment.

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“I’m not scared of you,” Jason says. It’s very much a lie, and he shouldn’t have said it. After all, Bruce already knew he was angry, but now Jason brought in the idea of fear. And he knows Bruce caught the lie.

Bruce watches him, the bottom of his mouth drawn in like he has something right on the tip of his tongue.

“Spit it out.”

“Your…your scar.”

Jason laughs nervously. “I have a lot of those.”

“On your neck, Jason. The one on your neck.” Immediately, Jason’s hand clamps down on the side of his throat, as if trying to staunch the bleeding. “Was that me?”

Jason doesn’t trust himself to answer.

“It was an accident,” Bruce lies, because that has to be a lie, right? “You know it was an accident, right? I was compromised. I got distracted. It was an accident.”

Jason knows that it wasn’t. Bruce’s aim couldn’t have been that far off. He ran the angles in his mind a thousand times, even hacked into the security cams. Watched it over and over and over and over and over again until it was burned into his memory. The Joker moved to the left, throwing Jason slightly to the right. The Batarang flew past his head on the right, too far from any target for Bruce to have been going for a direct shot. And the rebound…the rebound hit Jason across his neck, tearing a gash from the back left to the front left. If Jason hadn’t been thrown sideways, it would have hit him in the back of his neck and with the force of the Batarang— “Okay,” Jason lies right back, ��I believe you.”

“You don’t,” Bruce says, voice hollow. “Jason, I was aiming for the gun. It was an accident. I swear—”

“I believe you,” Jason repeats. It’s all he can really do. Batman doesn’t miss. Batman certainly doesn’t miss as wildly as Bruce is claiming he did. Bruce doesn’t care enough to have been that badly out of it. “Can we please focus?” He rasps out the words, mouth suddenly dry. He takes a sip of the coffee, hiding his face behind the mug, because apparently it’s safe. Probably safe. Maybe Jason gave Bruce the idea and he slipped something into it while Jason was out of it. He forces himself to take a sip of the coffee anyway. He’s fucking pathetic. If Bruce wanted to capture him right now, he could do it easily.

Thank you! I loved writing this fic so I’m super excited to talk about it!

So this is near the end of Olive Branch, where Jason post-Batarang agrees to meet with Bruce for what he thinks is basically a negotiated surrender. Bruce, on the other hand, thinks he’s meeting in a cafe with his son to try to recover their relationship. And he has no idea how much he freaked Jason out with the batarang incident.

Shortly prior to this, Jason had a panic attack because he thought Bruce put something in his drink. Depending on your version of canon, Bruce has trauma related to this, so that’s already like a “my son thinks I’m a monster” moment. Add onto that the fact that Jason just revealed that he only thinks this is a negotiation…

Well, Bruce is crushed. He genuinely thought that after their confrontation, Jason had calmed down and was ready to just have a conversation. Bruce misses him so much—he was desperate to talk to Jason, to the point where he tried not to even talk about Jason’s killing and already made a huge concession shortly before the panic attack.

At this point, Bruce has realized Jason hates him and is only here for business. And he doesn’t understand, but…he knows he can put his foot in his mouth and doesn’t want to spook Jason off, so he offers to talk through an intermediary. If he ruins this now, he could lose his chance to ever talk to Jason again. But if he backs away, then maybe he can have Jason home again, sometime in the future.

“I’m not scared of you,” Jason says. It’s very much a lie, and he shouldn’t have said it. After all, Bruce already knew he was angry, but now Jason brought in the idea of fear. And he knows Bruce caught the lie.

Jason’s reasoning, while incredibly unreliable throughout this fic, is actually spot on here. Bruce had been trying to figure out what was going on in Jason’s head—if he was still so angry, why’s he willing to negotiate? But if he’s not angry, then why is he assuming such terrible things of Bruce?

And then Jason lies about not being scared of Bruce and the question becomes: Why would he think Bruce would hurt him?

(I imagine that Bruce has watched footage of the confrontation over and over again. He knows he hit Jason with the batarang, but due to the angles, he doesn’t know exactly where he hit, how bad it was, etc. All he knows is that he threw it and then Jason fell to the ground, bleeding. He’s been telling himself that it must’ve just grazed Jason, that he can’t have hurt him thatbadly because he seems fine, right?)

Bruce watches him, the bottom of his mouth drawn in like he has something right on the tip of his tongue. “Spit it out.” “Your…your scar.” Jason laughs nervously. “I have a lot of those.” “On your neck, Jason. The one on your neck.” Immediately, Jason’s hand clamps down on the side of his throat, as if trying to staunch the bleeding. “Was that me?”

Bruce had been wondering this since he spotted the scar, but only now does he allow himself to actually consider the possibility. He really doesn’t want to ask it. If you’re working with a live bomb that could go off at any moment, you don’t want to poke it. And he doesn't want to think about what it would mean if the answer is "yes," because a cut there deep enough to scar that badly could easily have been lethal. But he also has to know how badly he hurt his son.

(The second Jason deflects, Bruce knows.)

Jason doesn’t trust himself to answer. “It was an accident,” Bruce lies, because that has to be a lie, right? “You know it was an accident, right? I was compromised. I got distracted. It was an accident.”

Bruce isn’t actually lying here. (In my intent—obviously others can interpret the fic how they want.) But what he’s saying is extremely unbelievable because:

Jason knows that it wasn’t. Bruce’s aim couldn’t have been that far off. He ran the angles in his mind a thousand times, even hacked into the security cams. Watched it over and over and over and over and over again until it was burned into his memory. The Joker moved to the left, throwing Jason slightly to the right. The Batarang flew past his head on the right, too far from any target for Bruce to have been going for a direct shot. And the rebound…the rebound hit Jason across his neck, tearing a gash from the back left to the front left. If Jason hadn’t been thrown sideways, it would have hit him in the back of his neck and with the force of the Batarang— “Okay,” Jason lies right back, “I believe you.”

I actually did look at the angles a while ago while trying to determine the feasibility that this was an accident. It looks like Jason does get thrown to the right, and the batarang still misses him on the first pass, only hitting him on the rebound. Meanwhile, Jason is holding the gun in his right hand. There’s no way Bruce was aiming for the gun or the Joker—not unless he was so emotionally compromised that his aim was really, really bad.

So, there are three interpretations here:

Bruce was aiming to rebound the Batarang into Jason’s neck. He was either slightly off (and it hit because the Joker, predictably, threw himself sideways) or he was going for a potentially lethal shot to the back of the neck. Jason and the Joker both believe this one.

Bruce was so distracted that he really messed up the angle. He was either going for the gun or the Joker, and missed horribly. This is what actually happened in this fic.

Bruce was aiming for a non-lethal shot to the backof Jason’s neck. To my understanding, this region is better protected by bones than the rest of the neck, so with comic book science, maybe Jason would have been temporarily unable to lift his head, but would have survived and recovered. Still, it’s incredibly risky. I think there’s a decent chance that comics!Bruce did this.

(There’s a possibility that, despite how it appears, Jason wasn’t actually thrown to the side. In this case, Bruce missing an attempt to hit the rebound into the gun and hitting Jason’s neck instead is a bit more likely.)

(I am not an expert in thrown weapons, so take this analysis with a pillar of salt, of course.)

“You don’t,” Bruce says, voice hollow. “Jason, I was aiming for the gun. It was an accident. I swear—”

Bruce is truly desperate here. Jason genuinely believes that Bruce took a kill-shot at him.

Telling Jason isn’t an accident isn’t going to help. It 100% sounds like someone trying to make last-minute lying justifications. Like “I didn’t mean to hit you!” etc.

And part of that is because I believe Bruce doesn’t actually know what happened. He had lost every ounce of his control (and we know Bruce has serious control issues) over the situation. So, he threw, and his mind was either blank or his memory of his reasoning is just completely gone. But the details of that moment are just consumed by panic. He knows that he wasn’t aiming for Jason’s neck—knows he would never do that—but he also doesn’t exactly know what he was aiming for instead. And that makes his justifications sound much weaker. (It's also why he missed so badly—he absolutely wasn't thinking straight in that moment.)

“I believe you,” Jason repeats. It’s all he can really do. Batman doesn’t miss. Batman certainly doesn’t miss as wildly as Bruce is claiming he did. Bruce doesn’t care enough to have been that badly out of it. “Can we please focus?” He rasps out the words, mouth suddenly dry. He takes a sip of the coffee, hiding his face behind the mug, because apparently it’s safe. Probably safe. Maybe Jason gave Bruce the idea and he slipped something into it while Jason was out of it. He forces himself to take a sip of the coffee anyway. He’s fucking pathetic. If Bruce wanted to capture him right now, he could do it easily.

With Bruce’s control issues, he really struggles to just move on. He needs Jason to know that he didn’t mean to. It’s essential. It matters more than anything else. Jason holds an incorrect belief about Bruce’s love for him, and Bruce needs to correct it.

Meanwhile, Jason is completely panicking. He’s in “placate and diffuse” mode—the fawn in the fight-flight-freeze-fawn reflex. And he completely discounts the possibility of the truth, because he doesn’t think Bruce cares about him enough to be so emotionally compromised that he missed that badly. The solution here, obviously, is that Bruce does care enough that he was that emotionally compromised.

Immediately after this snippet, Jason’s fear shows itself again, which jerks Bruce out of his (kind of self-centered) need to clarify. He just totally gives up on that part of the conversation and sort of steps back emotionally for the rest.

[theemissuniverse]

“BITES AND FANGS” STILES STILINSKI X GOTH! VAMP FEM!READER PART 1

SUMMARY : Stiles has had a crush on you since the second grade. What he doesn’t know is that you’re a vampire

WARNINGS : suggestive content, reader has long hair

A/N : making a series

Nothing could get you out of his head. He’s been in love with you since second grade hoping that you’d one day see him.

His best friend couldn’t understand it. Especially after high school hit. You were always a reserved and sarcastic person but when you went to high school you became mean, spiteful and a dark energy came on you. It hit you like a brick.

Again, nothing could get you out of Stiles’s head. Despite your change, he still was in love with you. He didn’t think he could pull away the connection he felt with you, even though you only spoke a total of five words to him.

“Move. You’re in my seat.”

The rest of your guy’s communication were longing looks he gave you and death glares you gave him.

But every time you glared at him, he fell in love all over again.

Okay. Maybe he did have issues.

He just couldn’t understand how you were friends with Lydia Martin. The two of you were polar opposites.

He watched as you walked down the halls with Lydia. Lydia was one of the only people you would smile with so he appreciated the way you laughed with her.

As Scott went through his locker, he caught Stiles staring at you and he shook his head. “You need to either get over this or go for it. I’ve been dealing with this for too long.”

Stiles looked at Scott, bewildered. “Um, excuse me? You’ve been dealing with this for too long?”

“Um, yeah I have.”

“Okay? Yeah. Well, for your information, I am going to go for it. It’s all a part of my plan.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Scott closed his locker before giving Stiles a serious look. “So what’s the first step?” Seeing the look Stiles gave him made him sigh. “You don’t have one do you?”

Stiles stomped in frustration. “Well, you try to ask out the hottest girl in the world and see where it gets you.”

Scott looked back in your direction again to examine you. You weren’t ugly but with your goth persona and dark personality, he couldn’t understand how his best friend thought you were the “hottest girl in the world.”

“You’re the one that decided to crush on a girl that could probably maim you with her nails.”

“I’d probably enjoy that.” When Stiles said it, Scott rolled his eyes playfully.

He was right. This had been going on for far too long. This had to be put to an end. It had to stop. Not only for Scott hearing about it every day but for his own sanity. “You’re right. I am a man. And this has been going on for way too long.”

“Right.” Scott nodded too fast in agreement.

“I’m just gonna go up.” Stiles looks back to see you’re alone by your locker, applying your black lipstick with the mirror attached to your locker. “And go for it.”

Scott placed his hands encouragingly on his shoulders. “You’re the man.”

“I’m the man.”

Adrenaline ran through his veins. It wasn’t even about the rejection. He knew there was a 99.9% chance you would reject him given your nature. He was just nervous to talk to you.

He had to suck it up. After this, he can go back to what was the usual routine and Scott couldn’t complain otherwise.

The steps felt heavy. Like he was carrying a huge weight. It shouldn’t be this hard.

When he got close to you, the smell instantly hit him. You smelled weird. Like rose petals and sour candy. Not that it was a particularly bad smell. He liked it but you just had an unusual scent. A combination he’s never smelled before.

You didn’t look at him, continuing to do your lips. “Why are you in my face, Stilinski?”

Stiles froze. Time had stopped for him. You knew him? You knew his last name?

And you only ever spoke five words to him?

“You know my name?” Stiles couldn’t help but ask out loud.

“You’ve been in my class since second grade, you’re the worst player on the Lacrosse team, and you sent me a candy Valentine last year.”

You tried to sound disinterested. He could tell but you paid attention to him. You noticed him. That’s more than anyone could do for him.

Then he thought about the last thing you said. “Wait. That was anonymous. How did you know it was me?”

“You’re the only one that would do it.”

Stiles highly doubt it. In his own world, you were up there with Lydia, having all the men dote on you. He didn’t understand how you couldn’t think no one else would think the same of you.

You placed the lipstick in your makeup bin in your locker. Then started to brush your hair. “Did you want something?”

Stiles realized something. You didn’t threaten him. Unlike all the other men that came to talk to you, he was still breathing. He was alive.

He didn’t think he’d get this far. “Uhhh…”

“Ten seconds.”

Realizing how much time he had, he just blurted it out. “Do you want to go out tonight?!”

The question made you slam your locked. This was it. This is when you were going to threaten him. Or even end him.

“When?”

You were going out with him? Really? No. It couldn’t be this easy. Again, he didn’t think he’d get this far. “Uhh…five?”

“What are we doing?”

“Umm bowling?”

You gave him a look. “You want to take me out to bowling?”

“We can do something else.”

“Bowling’s fine. Are you gonna pick me up in your beat up truck?”

“I can.” That’s when he thought of something. “How do you know I have a truck?”

You didn’t respond. You grabbed his phone in his pocket. You faced his phone so the Face ID could unlock his phone. When it did, you proceeded to add your contact to his phone. “If you’re even a minute late, I’m not going out.” You texted yourself so you had his number.

Stiles was shocked at what you were doing. Not at your assertiveness but at the fact you were indulging him.

There was no way in any universe you were actually giving him a chance.

“Got it. I can be punctual.” When you gave him his phone, he felt something.

Coldness. Not like the actual temperature but something about your aura. Almost like you were dead.

There was no other words to describe it.

“I don’t like flowers. So don’t give me them.” You told him.

“I know.” He saw the look you gave him and he coughed out of awkwardness. “I mean, yeah, got it. You grabbed your Hershey kisses out your locker and left him where he stood. He noticed the bag was nearly empty. “I’ll see you!” You didn’t respond though.

Stiles would’ve did a victory dance in the hallway if Scott didn’t walk up to him. “I can’t believe that went well.”

Stiles looked at him offended. “I thought I was the man?”

“Yeah…no…”

Scott walked away and Stiles continued to be offended. “I am the man!”

There was one thing Stiles couldn’t shake. Why did you feel like death walking on Earth?

You couldn’t understand why you couldn’t get him out of your head? Not only was he the biggest dork on the planet but he was a human who had nothing to offer you other than blood.

You’ve known Stiles since second grade but never paid attention to him. There was no need to. Until you turned into a vampire.

After you turned into one, you stopped really caring about anything. Except him.

Being a vampire, your power was reading people’s minds. Everyone’s thoughts were yours.

Except his.

He was the only one you couldn’t read. It didn’t make any sense. None at all.

The only thing you could go off of was reading his werewolf best friend’s thoughts and Scott was thinking how annoying it was Stiles had a crush on you since second grade.

It intrigued you. How could you not read his thoughts?

You tried to control yourself around him but the closer you got to him, the more you started to want to sink your fangs into him.

The reason you became a vampire in the first place was because a vampire visited you in town, gave you some of his blood, and snapped your neck killing you.

It took you months to get your bloodlust under control and even when you did, you felt the urge to want to turn Stiles.

Why the hell would you want to do that?

You tried to stay away from him to keep you from wanting to fulfill your urge but you couldn’t. Not anymore.

Honestly you didn’t understand how he had a crush on you. You were distant, mean, and sarcastic. You wore dark clothes with dark make up. It was a clear indicator to stay away from you.

He didn’t want to stay away.

Now here Stiles was, waiting in his car at your house fifteen minutes early. He didn’t even want to chance being a minute late.

He was nervous. It was evident. Stiles couldn’t ruin this one shot of being with you.

But he’s never been on a date before. He doesn’t know what to do beside all the cheesy things he’s seen in movies.

You? Liking cheesy? Absolutely not.

Stiles jumped when he heard the passenger window being tapped. When he turned, he saw you.

Then his heart started to do summer salts. Your corset fit you perfectly, showing off your curves. He thought it suited you well.

What took him by surprised were your glossy red lips instead of the matte black you usually wore.

He loved it.

Stiles got out the car immediately. Then went over to your side. “Why didn’t you tell me you were ready?”

You gave him a look. “Does it matter?”

“Well, I was going to be a gentleman and come to the door.” When he said that, he opened the car door for you. He watched as you looked at him up and down like you were observing his every move.

Those eyes reminded of a cat. A predator trying to capture her prey.

And he liked being prey.

You didn’t respond to him and got into the passenger seat. “Yeah. Great.” He said to himself as he closed the door before going back to the driver’s side.

The drive there he wouldn’t say was awkward. He couldn’t even process awkwardness with all the thoughts running through his head.

You were actually giving him a shot. You of all people. Someone be considered himself a living goddess.

But he started to notice a couple things. The coldness he felt when he touched you. It was strange to him.

Then he saw you wipe your mouth. There was a red substance that wasn’t part of your lip gloss at the corner of your mouth.

It almost reminded him of blood.

With his best friend turning into a werewolf, he was used to the supernatural. At least to some extent. He knew there was something strange about you. Maybe you were something like the supernatural.

He didn’t care. He wanted you. He was set on it.

When you arrived, he made sure to open the door for you the same as last time. He held his hand out for you to take and you stood there, staring blankly at him.

“Too fast?” He asked while putting his hand down.

You started to stare at him and Stiles was wondering why you were staring so hard. Little did he know, you were again trying to read his mind. Nothing. There wasn’t anything there.

You didn’t say anything. You grabbed his hand and led him into the building.

You were holding hands with him? This had to be a fever dream.

Stiles should’ve anticipated how heavy the bowling balls would be. You giggled as he struggled a little to even throw it down the alley with him missing all the pins.

He cleared his throat before looking back at you. “Careful. It’s like…really heavy. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You scoffed at the statement. Then grabbed one with ease and even threw it with ease too. You got a strike.

His eyes widen and all he did was nod. “Yeah. Should’ve expected that.”

Throughout the entire evening, you got strikes while Stiles did poorly. You won easily.

The two of you were sitting down, eating your food.

You were smiling with him. Even chuckling at all his corny jokes. It made you even more irritated. Why were you so drawn to Stiles? How was it even possible to be drawn to someone so much? To someone you barely had conversation with?

Stiles ranted on about him being on the Lacrosse team. You weren’t paying attention. All you were paying attention to was the sound of his heartbeat.

And how hungry you were.

He smelled so good. Something you wanted to devour. But as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t. Not to Stiles. The boy who you’ve known since second grade.

You had to try and control yourself.

Stiles noticed you gnawing on your lip and your leg shaking vigorously. He stopped talking and gently held your hand. “Hey? You okay?”

He felt warm compared to your coldness. Something you wanted to wrap in like a blanket. You never realized how cold you were until Stiles touched you.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

You hurriedly got out of your seat and marched straight to the bathroom where a couple of girls were already coming out of it.

You checked every stall to make sure no one was there. Once the coast was clear, you went up to the sink. When you looked in the mirror, your eyes were beaming red. A color that was darkening by the minute. Veins came underneath your eyes. Fangs coming in looking meaner,

Turning on the sink and splashing water on your face, you saw no change. You were the same thing you always were.

A monster.

You hear the bathroom door open and don’t even bother to see who it is. “Occupied.” You say in a voice that’s on the brink of tears.

Stiles sees the bathroom is empty and turns his hand to lock it. When you hear the lock, you looked back to see it’s him before quickly looking away before he could see your face. “What are you doing?”

He’s never seen you like this. You were always confident and self assured. He never saw you crack but right now you were breaking in front of him.

It didn’t sit right with him.

“What’s wrong? You gotta tell me what’s wrong.”

You couldn’t. Stiles admired you. You didn’t need to read his mind. It was obvious. What would happen if you were a vampire? Would the admiration go away?

“I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Stiles wasn’t letting you slide. He walked up behind you. Then forced you to turn around and face him. “Stop pushing me away. I just want to help.”

You immediately try to cover your eyes but it was too late. He saw you. “Don’t look at me! I’m hideous.”

He’s taken back. He should be scared. Terrified but he’s not. Maybe it’s because he already had knowledge of the supernatural. Maybe it’s because he liked you so much. Either way, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

You wouldn’t look in his eyes, instead just looking down to your combat boots.

Stiles cupped your face as he stared deeply into your red eyes. His thumb gently caressed your face and when he did, the veins under your eyes grew bolder.

He had no idea what you were but you were amazing either way.

“Interesting…” Stiles knew there was something different about you. And he was right as always.

You noticed he didn’t back away from you. He actually held your chin up and made you look in his eyes. That’s when he saw you for the first time ever crying.

“Why are you crying?”

“Because.” You sniffed wiping tears. “I’m hideous. I’m a monster.”

Stiles looked at you like you were insane. You? Hideous? Hell was walking on Earth. “Are you crazy? You’re beautiful.”

His hand went to your jaw and that’s when he saw your teeth. Not only did your eyes not appear to be a werewolf but the fangs didn’t either so what were you?

“Come on. Let’s go talk.”

That’s when you told him everything in your living room. That you were a vampire and how you became one. He listened intently, making sure he understood you completely.

There was only one thing he was confused about. “So why did you agree to go out with me?”

The question made you bite your lip, afraid to answer. “I can read any mind. Anyone’s mind that is near me is like an open book to me. All but yours. I don’t understand it. How can I read everyone but you?” You started to mess with bracelets on your wrists. “Ever since I became a vampire, there’s been a certain aura around you. I just can’t break it. And I don’t know why. I just want to sink my teeth in you. And taste you.”

Stiles’s breath got caught in his throat. He should’ve been freaked out. But he wasn’t. Just intrigued and turned on.

When you finished your sentence, he noticed the veins come from under your eyes and you turned around from him.

Stiles scooted closer to you on the couch and forced you to look at him. “Stop looking away like I don’t think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

You scoffed. “I’m a vampire, Stiles.”

“And my best friend is a werewolf. Do you really think anything is going to bother me?”

“You don’t understand how hard it is to control myself when I’m around you.”

Stiles tilted his head at you. He cupped your face, making sure you were looking at him. “Just drink from me.”

You gave him a look. “You want me to drink from you? Are you insane?”

“I am, yeah. But I trust you, and you look hungry. Do it.”

You looked at him to make sure he was serious. He was. The connection you felt with him only sparked more.

You leaned over and kissed him which took him aback. He kissed you back, holding the back of your neck and bringing you closer.

His lips tasted sweet. Sweeter than you could ever imagine. You got on his lap and pushed him back into the couch while kissing him.

Stiles groaned in pleasure when you began to grind on him in a very needy way. Like you were dying to have sex with him.

Your right hand was on his chest where you could feel his heartbeat. You wanted to listen to it forever.

He was trying to be a gentleman so he didn’t really know where to place his hands. He just kept them at your waist, making sure to not hold you tightly.

The kiss was hypnotizing. Like you couldn’t pull away. You forgot that Stiles was human and needed oxygen because he ended up pulling away.

You sat on his lap, giggling as he caught his breath. When he eventually did, he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. “Does this mean I have a vampire girlfriend?”

“You want a vampire girlfriend?”

“Hell yeah.”

You shook your head smiling before leaning down to kiss him again.

[legalmente-loca]

Romantic Atmosphere

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: You met him in winter, where your story was just beginning. As you deal with your mother's death and Sam tries to get used to normal life, you both find yourself immersed in each other.

Romantic Atmosphere Masterlist

Word Count: 2,891

Tags/Warnings: none

Part 1: Winter, when we met

It took you a few seconds to look away, but when you finally did, you cleared your throat.

“Thank you.” You mumbled before grabbing the bouquet of flowers and heading towards the entrance.

You felt embarrassed, maybe a little curious about the one called Sam. But then again, you didn’t want to divert your attention from your goal. So when you left the flower shop, you took the right path, against the wind, to head to the cemetery, but you didn’t notice that your scarf was unraveling, and it was at that moment that it slipped from your neck to behind you.

You tried to grab it, but you failed, and you were about to run after it when you saw him.

Sam. Who didn’t have much trouble reaching out his hand and grabbing the scarf. His height was actually a huge advantage.

“I think this is yours.” He said as he walked over to you and looked at the scarf.

“Thank you… Again.” You gave a small nervous laugh.

Sam smiled. You had a cute laugh, even as you tried to hide your nervousness. He assumed you were embarrassed by everything that had happened, but he wasn’t going to blame you for your attitude. It was clear that there was something bothering you, and it wasn’t something small.

He handed you your scarf.

“I… I want to apologize for how I treated you in there. You just wanted to help.”

“It’s okay. I admit that maybe approaching you like I did was suspicious.”

You smiled and placed the scarf back around your neck.

“Anyway… I’m sorry.”

He stared at you and nodded.

“I forgive you.”

“First you help me with the flowers and then with my scarf. Are you some kind of hero?”

“I’m far from that, trust me.”

You sensed a story behind that. It seemed like a truth he truly believed.

“You know what? If you really want to apologize, let me buy you a coffee.”

“Shouldn’t I buy you one?” You asked.

“Just accepting the invitation is enough for me.”

You thought about it. You could refuse and go to the cemetery to pay respect to your mother, or you could accept and miss out on that.

God, it seemed like you only accepted to avoid her.

“Okay, I accept.”

You arrived at the nearest coffee shop and sat down at a table by the window a moderate distance from the other people. The aroma of coffee was strong in the place and because of the time there weren’t many people there. Sam was in front of you, his hands wrapped around his coffee cup to warm his hands. You did the same, putting your gloves in your coat pocket.

“So, since we’re here,” He started. “Maybe it’s good to say why we were at that flower shop today.”

“What makes you think I wasn’t there just to decorate my home?”

“Besides you just confirmed it to me,” He laughed softly. “You seemed a little stressed when choosing the flowers.”

You nodded and took a sip of your coffee.

“Well, there is a reason.”

“But?”

“But I’m not sure I trust you enough to tell you.” You smiled and raised an eyebrow.

“Confidential or personal?”

“Can’t it be both?”

Sam looked at you like you were a wonder. It seemed like you wanted to play with his mind just to avoid answering the question.

��For what it’s worth, you’ll probably never see me again in your life, so it won’t do me any good to know your secret.”

You noted that he was good with words, that he could probably get a criminal to confess with promises of a light sentence.

“Okay, um...” You took another sip of your coffee and cleared your throat. “My mother passed away a few weeks ago and today I was deciding what flowers to bring her.”

Sam’s face turned apologetic.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

You sighed.

“She and I… Let’s just say we didn’t end well. So… I didn’t really know what flowers to get her or if I should or even what kind of flowers to get her because I’ve never read about the different types of flowers and their meanings.” You spoke quickly and took a deep breath once you were done.

“Oh, wow, that’s…” He cleared his throat. “No wonder you looked stressed.”

You sighed and stared at your coffee cup. Sam looked at you with a mix of curiosity and sympathy. You were having a hard time and you were at your limit. And he was going to make sure you didn’t overstep it and push you away from him.

“You know, how about after this we go for a walk?” He asked after you took another sip of your coffee.

“Really? Why do you want to go for a walk with me?”

“We could get to know each other.”

“Why are you interested in getting to know me?”

“I just see that you have a lot of tension in you and I think it wouldn’t hurt to, uh, get it out.”

You nodded slowly, but you were unsure. You didn’t know him. You didn’t know anything about him. But maybe that was what you needed. To walk with a stranger, talk, and clearly hope that he wasn’t crazy.

“Okay.” You agreed.

He smiled and took the last of his coffee. When you both walked out, Sam held the door for you like a gentleman. You put your hands in your pockets as you walked out, looking around. Snow surrounded you and there were some kids playing on the other street.

“So,” Sam started as he adjusted his coat. “Could you tell me your name?” You gave him your name. “Huh…”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. It just… Reminds me of something, but I don’t know what.”

You nodded.

“So… Uhm, Sam, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“What do you do for a living?”

“Study, actually. Law.”

You raised your eyebrows in interest.

“Law. That’s… Prestigious.”

He laughed lightly and looked up and down the street before crossing.

“Many would say it’s selling your soul to the devil.” He commented.

“There’s even a movie about it.”

It was a small laugh you gave, but it was there. And Sam couldn’t help but turn to look at you as soon as he heard you.

When you reached the other side of the street was when he looked away. But there was something magnetic about you that forced his eyes to look at you.

“And what do you do?” he asked you.

“Well, Sam, I work in a bookstore.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, and I can tell you that we have some good law books.”

He laughed and shook his head in amusement.

“I’ll go as soon as I can.”

You turned to look at him the same moment he looked away. But you obviously hadn’t realized that he had been watching you this whole time.

“Let’s play a game.” You said suddenly.

“A game?”

“Yeah, you know, a game to get to know each other.”

“What is it about?”

“I'll tell you three things, two of them will be true and the other will be a lie. You have to guess which one is which.”

“That's it? Okay, I understand. Sounds interesting.”

You continued walking and you cleared your throat.

“Okay, I’ll start.” You took your hands out of your pockets and stood there thinking for a while as you watched the snow fall. “Uhm, well, for starters, my mom was a teacher and my dad was a military man when they met. He came to introduce himself to the kids in her class and he mentioned that he couldn’t stop looking at her for a moment.”

“Okay…”

“Now, the second thing I have to tell you is that I have a brother and a sister, both older, and one day I was washing dishes and… Well, my sister came over to hug me, we’ve always gotten along.” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “The thing is, she came over and a cup I was drying fell out of my hands. It shattered on the floor.” I nodded. “The point is, we never told anyone. It’s like our secret.”

Sam watched you intently the whole time, listening to every word that came out of your mouth. And when you smoothed that lock of hair out of your face, it only made another lock of hair obstruct his view of your face. His hand tickled and he tried to smooth it back out, but he realized it would look weird to touch your hair when you two barely knew each other, so he ran that same hand through his hair instead.

“Now, the last lie or truth;” You continued, unaware of the fight that had just occurred inside Sam’s mind. “When I was five, I stole a bottle of liquor that my dad kept stashed away. Of course, I didn’t know it was liquor, so I drank it.”

Sam laughed softly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. They even had to take me to the hospital. My mom was elated and my siblings had to come to the hospital because there was no one to take care of them.” I smiled. “It was a good night.”

You came to a corner and you stared at a dress that was behind a large window. Whenever you passed by there, you stared at that dress. It was one you liked, on sale because it was summer. It was red, above the knee. It reminded you of a dress your mother had bought you for your fourteenth birthday. Sam noticed your look, the way your eyes sparkled when you saw that dress.

“So…” You said, looking away from the window.

“So what?” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, right, two truths, one lie.”

You crossed the street, Sam looking both ways for you. Snow was beginning to pile up around you. You made a mental note to light the fireplace when you got home.

“Well, I think the fact that you have a sister and a brother is true.”

“Oh, yeah? Explain.”

“You look like a little sister. And I know what I'm talking about, because I'm one too.”

“We were born to be the spoiled and the most oblivious of the family.”

“True.” He ran a hand through his hair. “And the other truth is the one about you stealing the liquor... I don't think that at five years old you could steal a bottle of alcohol. Surely your father kept it well guarded, especially being a soldier.”

“What does that have to do with it?”

He shrugged.

“He's a soldier, he should know those things.”

“Your father was a soldier too?”

“Marine.”

“Okay…”

You stopped and turned to look at him, smiling sideways.

“You lost.”

“What?” Sam frowned in confusion.

“You lost. My mother wasn't a teacher and my father wasn't a soldier. They both worked at the same supermarket, that's how they met.”

“No way.”

You smiled and continued walking. Sam watched you for a few seconds. You had tricked him and you were obviously proud of it.

“You’re enjoying it.” He said, coming up to you.

“Yep, a lot.”

He shook his head in amusement.

“Does that mean you really stole your dad’s liquor?”

“Like I said, it was a good night. Even though I don’t remember much about it.” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. “Now your turn.”

“Oh, no, I think I’ll pass.”

“What? No, the game was me first and then you.”

“I don’t think I want to play it.” He said with a dry laugh.

You looked at him curiously. This was probably a sign to get away from this complete stranger, but a part of you said that what he was hiding from you about his life wasn’t dangerous in a way, at least not saying that he was the dangerous one.

You continued walking for another few minutes in silence, just admiring the scenery and listening to the atmosphere that surrounded them when they passed in front of a chocolate shop.

Sam stopped walking, leaving you walking alone, not realizing that he had stopped. He turned to look at the store, which had a chocolate brown tone. On shelves were several boxes, some open and others closed.

“You know something?” He spoke, making you stop walking and turn to look at him. “Wait here.” He said before entering the store, the bell you even heard from where you were.

“But what the…?”

You stood in front of the window, looking in. There stood Sam, approaching the counter and talking to the salesman. You watched the interaction in confusion. Sam was buying a box of chocolates. You knew this because the salesman passed one over the counter to him as Sam pulled money out of his wallet. You cocked your head as you watched the interaction and swayed in place, the sun slowly leaving the sky and making the ground colder. After a few moments, Sam came out, happily holding a box of chocolates in his hands.

“What’s all this about?” You laughed lightly and he shrugged.

“I jus’ thought you could use some chocolates.”

He held the box out to you and you hesitated.

“I can’t accept them, you already bought me coffee.” He nodded in understanding. “Besides, it’s about time I went home.”

He smirked and walked over to the curb.

“Taxi!” A cab pulled up in front of him and he turned to look at you. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”

You smiled and got into the cab. When Sam got in you gave the driver the address and turned to look at him.

“So… You want to spend more time with me or why are you doing all this?”

“I could never let a lady walk home alone,” He handed you the box of chocolates. “And no chocolate.”

“Well, then…” You grabbed the box. “The least I can do…” You started to open it. “Is share it with you.”

Sam looked into your eyes, wondering if you were real or if the reflection of the setting sun was just making you feel ethereal.

You started eating the chocolates. It was fun to guess the taste of each one before eating. Some were delicious, but others left a bad taste in your mouth.

“Oh, this one is really good.”

“Really? Let me try it.”

“This one’s definitely not my favorite. It’s coconut.”

“You’re exaggerating. Coconut isn’t that bad.”

The tour continued with chatter and laughter. They told anecdotes and shared a private moment (despite the taxi driver). At one point the corner of Sam’s lip got stained with chocolate and you almost raised your hand to wipe it away, but you shook your gaze away.

“You have...”

“What?”

“Chocolate... There.”

“Uh? Oh, yes... Thanks. Is that all?”

“Yep, all clean.”

The taxi driver looked at them out of the corner of his eye, curious.

“You must be newlyweds.” He thought.

When you arrived at your house, you stared at it for a few seconds in silence. You didn't want the moment to end. You fervently wanted to continue chatting with him. But returning home meant the end of this encounter.

They got out of the taxi and he walked you to the door of your house.

“You have a nice house.”

“Thank you.”

You stared at each other, each with different minds. Different points of view. Different ways of life with different habits. But both were thinking the same thing.

“Well... I think I'll leave you here.”

“Yeah... Yeah, I guess so.” You cleared your throat and extended your hand. “Nice to meet you, Sam...”

“Winchester.” He took your hand, his thumb caressing it.

“Sure... Winchester. You were a nice surprise.” You let go of his hand. “It really wasn’t one of my best days and you...” You shook your head. “I don’t know, you knew how to make it memorable.”

He nodded and placed a hand on his chest.

“I’m at your service.”

You turned around and, with the keys you kept in your purse, unlocked the door to your home and entered. Sam was just turning around when you turned back to look at him.

“Sorry, but... Do you think, maybe, I don’t know... You could give me your phone number? Just in case I have a bad day again.”

Sam was pleased to hear that.

“Yeah, of course.” He handed you his number. “Feel free to call.”

He turned around and started walking towards the cab.

“I won’t...” You mumbled before closing the door.

Sam got in the car and settled into the seat as the cabbie turned to look at him.

“Wait, she’s not your wife?”

“What? No, no, of course not.” He laughed softly as he shook his head. “I just met her today.”

“Tsk, too bad.” He looked back ahead. “Would have bet you were dating at the very least.” He started the car. “You two have a lot of chemistry and all.”

Sam smiled. Your house drifting away and he followed it with his eyes. The chemistry between the two of you was indescribable. Everyone around you seemed to notice it, even the two of you.

“Yeah, it seems that way.” He mumbled.

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[zalder]

“That is their right,” Zarah could concede. People deserved to present the person they wanted to the world. There was no one who should try and dictate what another person should do to their own body. As long as they weren’t violating some sort of law of basic decency, who cared? She personally wasn’t offended by flesh or skin. In general, people tended to be entirely too concerned about it. They overly sexualized something that was just human. Skin in itself wasn’t innately sexual. Just like dressing up or putting on makeup wasn’t about everyone else or maybe shouldn’t be. It was about the individual. “People have a right to feel good in their own skin, whatever that means for them and no matter how old they are.” She thought that what Lena was doing for her grandmother and the people who lived in North Shore was a beautiful thing. “I’m sure they all really appreciate you going above and beyond to bring that to them especially when people sort of reach a certain age and society leans into this whole life being over but it’s not. There is a reason why STDs run rampant in nursing homes. A long life means knowing how to have a good time. Sometimes, people just have to remind them a bit.” She nodded laughing when Lena talked about what people came in looking for. “I’m a firm believer in we find what we need when it comes to things like stones but definitely – no harm in looking for a purpose.”

Thinking about the number of missed or cold meals just made her shrug. “I think they just sort of get used to it,” she admitted. “I mean, I get to still eat while it’s warm but a lot of times they just cover things up or reheat it. I’ve been known to have to turn off a stove or two when they really in a rush.” Burning down the fire department would have been a really embarrassing move for anyone. She wasn’t going to do it and she knew for a fact no one else who was housed in the complex during work wanted to be that person either. She grabbed a brownie, breaking it a part to stuff a piece of it in her mouth. She easily could have talked trash in that moment but she opted to not. “It’s mostly okay. I mean, some people are just better at it and I know a lot of them are pretty busy and I’m detail oriented.” She definitely did her best to try and make sure things were kept to a high standard. “I’m thinking movies and facials…. Also, kind of craving pizza now. What about you?”

"Some people just like to make every time and place the right time and place to shine," she giggled. "You should see the make-up that some of the women up at North Shore put on before they leave their rooms. That's what actually inspired me to do the makeover parties up there with my abuela, because she would text me, talking about how much blush they used." Lena couldn't help but to smile at the memory, shaking her head. But she admired it. She admired anyone who was confident and comfortable enough in their own skin that they could do and say whatever they wanted and not care about what anyone thought. And that included someone wearing glittery mascara, too. "Exactly. We sometimes get people who just wander in for the sake of wandering in, but a lot of our customers are regulars. People who come in and know what they're looking for, it has a meaning for them, or they're just nice people who are looking for a pair of earrings that will give them a little extra luck, too," or healing. A lot of people wanted stones that would heal them.

"Yeah, that tracks," she laughed, shaking her head, "although it must be pretty sad when they end up having to leave the dinner behind and don't get to enjoy the food that they cooked. Especially if it's to go out on a call. But I guess alternatively, they aren't there to save someone, so… six of one, half a dozen of another?" she shrugged both shoulders a little dramatically, shoveling another bite of dip into her mouth and chewing her food as she listened to Zarah talk. "Are they good at the reports, or is it something that you feel like you have to correct a lot?" She honestly wasn't sure how good a bunch of people who fought fires were at filling out paperwork, it seemed to her like it would be pretty much the last thing that she wanted to do. But she supposed that it was all a part of the gig, too. "Whatever you want!"

[hizznbyte]

slowly sneaks up behind all of you and puts tangerines in your pockets

AH

oh my god is that a honey tangerine mmsghshsh [attempts to hog and eat all the tangerines available to me at this given moment]

[clancyycat]

just wasted so much time going through that article thats like “1000 books you may have actually read” that gets passed around on here every once in a while and um. the list kinda sucks

[gregmarriage]

this was meant to be a funny post, but then it got deep imao

not a relationship person, but i believe in their beliefs

[kyorru-remade]

thinking about my good friend alois tracy on this day

[skhardwarevers1]

I think my main issue is I wanna be in love but I’m too scared of getting into a relationship that hurts me again

[exopelagic]

I am baking cake at midnight and it is going to kill me <3

[goodluckdetective]

Look, this is what moral OCD is like for me:

I walk past a piece of paper. I don’t pick it up because I had a long day at work and it’s very cold outside. This then becomes my internal monologue:

I didn’t pick up that piece of paper, I should have. Don’t I care about the environment? It’s not my trash, I shouldn’t have to pick it up. But also that’s how these things happen right? We place the blame on others as our environment degrades. It was just a piece of paper, it’s not like it can do that much damage. But also how do I know: I’m not an environmental expert. Maybe stray paper scraps are killing the frogs. You’re literally killing the frogs. You should look up how many frogs die a year so you know how shitty you are-No stop it.

I care about the environment, and I recycle and I joined green activism movements but is that enough? I could be doing more. I should be doing more. I should donate my entire check to charity. But isn’t it self serving to think that my one check could help that much? Do I really think I’m that important, how self entitled and-no stop it, reset! You are obsessing and if you fall for it, you will not eat dinner. Let it go.

Okay it’s just a piece of paper. It’s okay you skipped it this once: it could have had something dangerous on it. Yeah that makes sense. But also, that means I’m putting my own safety over trying to help the environment, which is very selfish of me. I’m just one shitty person: god how could I be so self absorbed. I should have picked up the piece of paper. I’m so selfish, and shitty and-no, no, stop it! This is not helpful. It’s fine.

It’s been a long day and I’m cold, that’s not a crime- no that’s being selfish again, you’re making excuses. You’re just a lazy piece of shit who doesn’t care about others, and selfish and God the fact you’re thinking this much about one piece of paper shows how selfish you are, you care more about if you’re a good person than anything else, you’re a piece of shit, you’re a piece of shit, YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT.

I get home and open up Tumblr. The first post I see says “if you don’t reblog this post about the environment you’re as complicit as an oil billionaire.” I close my computer and resign myself to looking up the state frog populations until I go to bed.

I don’t eat dinner.

The amount of frogs that die a year is somewhere from 200 million to over 1 billion.

[smolbeandrabbles]

Ahhhhhhh!!!!

I have no words but thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!! 🙏 Can’t believe you took all my random ramblings to you and managed to fit them all together into this fic!! 🙏

This was so much fun to read! Giggling, kicking my feet, laughing, screaming!

So, so good! Thank you! 😭🙏

Also I see what you did there with the gif 😉 I appreciate it! 😉💚

Promises (liveaction!Roronoa Zoro x female!reader)

Summary: Zoro and you are protective of each other 💚

Warnings: cursing, violence, mentions of blood, bullying

A/N: well, this started as a request but turned out to be more of a collab?lol @smolbeandrabbles sent me the idea and the inspiration song, and helped me through it so this came out hahaha i hope you like it! This is inspired by the song "New Fears" by Lights 🥰 also, there's a small time skip in the middle and the two scenes in italic are flashbacks!

'"Cause I have these new fears that carry me through

Every bullet I'm taking for you

So just hold on tight

I'll be coming, I'm coming for you, oh oh

And every night

I'll be burning, burning for you, oh oh

And I will back you up, I will show you love

I will give you all I got 'til I cannot

Hold on tight

I'm breathing, breathing for you, oh oh

It hadn't been long since you and Roronoa Zoro had started dating. That meant you were still trying to figure out this whole 'relationship' thing.

Not that it was hard, not at all. You both really liked each other, so you were willing to do anything for one another. It was just that... both being inexperienced, belonging to someone was a new adventure you were going to face together.

And it wasn't like a big effort either. Even before you were an official couple, both of you were already inseparable, ever since you joined the straw hats.

You got along like no one, you were always by each other's side and there was no one who could understand each other better. It was like you were long lost soulmates.

But... you just didn't say it?lol

Maybe you were both afraid the other one would see you only as friend? Or maybe you were just stubborn af lmao

It didn't stop you from stealing a little time with each other every now and then though 😏

You specially loved your late night talks. You had lost count of how many times you went to his room (or him to yours 👀) late at night just to chat.

Zoro liked asking you about your life before joining the straw hats. He loved hearing your sweet voice giggling while telling funny stories about that time.

You, on the other hand, loved when he talked about his childhood and the promise he made to his friend. The glint in his eye when he talked about that dream of his, it was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. That's when you knew Roronoa Zoro was the strongest and most determined man you had ever met and you couldn't help but admire that on him.

You also had a lot of fun teasing each other lol you usually joked about his fighting when you were training together ajskajskaj you knew he was the most skillful fighter you had ever met, but you also knew deep down he was a softie, so you loved seeing the shy smile he gave you whenever you teased him.

- you sure you need all those swords to beat me? - you asked teasing and emphasizing the 'all'. You held your dagger on your right hand, the only weapon you ever used and that fit you so well it felt almost like a part of your body.

That made him chuckle.

- of course i'm not using all of them, i gotta take it easy not to completely kick your ass - he said smiling.

- aww you're not getting soft on me, are you, Roronoa? - you said raising one eyebrow.

Was that a small blush on his cheeks?! Oh gosh, he couldn't get any more adorable. You had to look away or else you'd be falling even harder for that man.

- ha, you wish - he replied grabbing his sword and getting ready to start.

The whole crew (except poor baby Luffy 😅😂) had already noticed something was going on. And they would tease you like hell for that.

But still you wouldn't say anything.

I mean, not until that day.

The day Zoro fought Dracule Mihawk. That day could easily be top 3 of "worst days of your life".

Of course you believed in him and supported him no matter what, but you knew what he was doing was dangerous.

The way Mihawk showed no mercy, Zoro's painful grunts, the gash oh his chest... everything felt like a horror scenario and you just panicked because there was nothing you could do.

Fortunately your friends brought Zoro to the ship again, where he was taken care of.

Zeff said you all needed to stay with him and keep talking to keep him alive, but you were so shocked you couldn't even think of something to say.

After some time and with the support of your crew, you finally gathered your courage and decided to speak to him, from your heart. You couldn't let your best friend die like that.

You approached him and started talking softly, not really sure what to say, but hoping the words would come out eventually.

- hey, umm... i guess... um... we miss you..?

You took a deep breath.

- who am i kidding? I miss you, Zoro. I don't know why i never said this before and, oh my, do i regret it right now, but I... - were he even listening? You weren't sure, you just had to get it off your chest - I really like you. You're one of the best people i have ever met and i love spending time with you, and the thought of never being able to do that anymore is freaking me out. I know I could never stand in the way of your dream, because i believe in you, Zoro, i really do. But i also know I should have done more... more to protect you - you paused a bit before letting out the next words - joining the straw hats and sailing on the Merry, it made me feel so brave... and i thought i got rid of all my stupid fears. But now i realize i have a new one. And it's losing you, Zoro. Please, don't leave me...

Your voice broke at those last words and you started crying uncontrollably, hiding your face in your hands. The thought of losing him really made your heart ache.

Until...

- stop crying, i'm not going anywhere.

You lifted your head so fast it almost hurt. You couldn't believe it.

- Zoro?! Oh my gosh, Zoro, you're alive - your voice almost a whisper as you hugged him, careful not to hurt him even more.

He chuckled, eyes still closed and wincing a bit from the pain.

- oh my gosh, i was so scared i had lost y-

A realization immediatly hit you and your face went as white as a sheet. Was he listening? Did he... did he hear what you just said?!

Oh no.

- umm... how much... did you hear? - you asked slowly, a bit scared of his answer.

- enough to say i feel the same - he said with a small smile.

Yeah, so that happened. Was it cute? Totally. But it didn't stop you from shivering whenever you remembered that fight.

Confessions aside, the sight of Zoro lying on the ground with a pool of blood spreading around still haunted you and you couldn't seem to get it out of your mind.

That day you made a silent promise to always protect that man. Of course you knew he was the Roronoa Zoro, infamous pirate hunter and master of the three sword style, but you swore to yourself you would do anything on your reach to keep him safe.

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You were at a bar at Logue Town. It was the evening and Zoro invited you to go there for his usual booze (lol). Chilling with your boyfriend sounded really nice after spending a whole day cleaning the Going Merry, so, sure, you agreed.

You were drinking and talking at the bar counter and everything seemed okay until you heard two familiar (and very annoying) voices.

- wow, check out the loser we found here!

- no way he still has the guts to show up in public after that.

You turned around and confirmed your suspicions: yep, Shinjiro and Aki, the bounty hunter brothers that were a pain in Zoro's ass.

You (unfortunately) had already met them a few months ago at another small island. They both had pitch black hair, were very lean and tall and looked so ugly they could scare babies with just a smile.

At that time, you weren't even girlfriend and boyfriend yet, but Zoro already told you how much of jerks they were. He explained they had been competing and picking on him for years and, when they found out he had joined a pirate crew, it only got worse, so you knew what you were getting into.

On your first encounter with them, you were able to leave before things got heated, but it seemed like this time it wasn't going to be that easy.

You were already opening your mouth to throw all the bad names you knew at the brothers, but Zoro softly put his hand on yours and mouthed "they’re not worth it". You trusted him, so you immediatly went quiet and followed his strategy.

Sadly, Shinjiro and Aki weren't that smart.

They sat by the counter too, not facing the both of you, but speaking loud enough for you to hear it.

- hey, Aki, did you hear what happened with a certain 'pirate' with moss hair? He challenged fucking Dracule Mihawk to a duel! - Shinjiro said ironically.

"Don't say that name. Don't you dare say that name", you thought.

- no way! He could probably be the winner of the "biggest idiot in the whole East Blue" award - Aki replied with a nasty laugh.

Your blood was starting to boil. Zoro alone was twice the man both of them could ever be: braver, stronger and better in so many ways. Who did they think they were to talk about your man like that?

- yeah, either 'biggest idiot' or 'worst swordsman'. I heard Mihawk could take him down with only a small knife, right into his heart - Shinjiro gestured like he was puncturing his own chest.

'Right into his heart'.

Those words echoed in your head.

No.

They were bringing it all up again.

Mihawk's eyes. Zoro's painful voice. Your desperate crying. All flashes going back to your mind.

It was like you were reliving that horror again. Zoro even tried to talk to you and distract you from it, but it didn't seem to work.

- what a joke. And how did he not die? - Aki asked, acting clueless.

- he was so pathetic Mihawk had to leave before turning him into pieces. Not before slashing him right on the chest. Legend says if you go to the Baratie right now, you're probably still gonna find his blood on the ground - Shinjiro said and laughed loudly.

That was the last straw. You got out of your trance and decided to do something.

- okay, that's enough - you said sternly and got up of your seat.

You walked up to Shinjiro and looked him in the eye, your rage nearly melting him.

- oh, yeah? What you gonna do about it, little girl? - he said mocking you.

- here's what - you said and punched him right in the nose.

He was so taken aback by your sudden attack he couldn't even form a reaction. Guess he really underestimated that little girl's strength, right?

When he was still trying to understand what happened, you kicked him in the crotch. Yeah, such a nice move that serves right to a dick that was badmouthing your boyfriend.

As he bent down in pain, you quickly grabbed your dagger (you had learned with Zoro to never leave without a weapon 😅) and hit the back of his neck with the hilt, making him fall to the ground, unconscious.

Wow... did you really knock out the guy?! I mean, of course you were a very skillful fighter, but you were surprised by your willpower and quick thinking over there lol

You took a quick glance back at Zoro with a smug smile and he was there watching the whole thing just like that 'white guy blinking' meme. His girlfriend was kicking ass? For him?! Could she become any more amazing??

When you turned around, Aki was fuming.

- what did you do to him?! - he screamed/asked.

- oh, don't worry. He'll only stay like that for a few hours. You should actually thank me for not having to listen to his stupidity for a wh-

You hadn't even finished your snarky retort when you saw him coming to attack you.

You were usually fast in your fighting. You weren't the biggest or the strongest, but you were very fast, and you were proud of that because it always led you to winning.

But (you weren't sure if the attack caught you off guard of if the sight of Zoro looking at you so impressed had distracted you more than normal) apparently that time it wasn't enough.

When you realized it, Aki had pushed you to the ground and you fell with a loud thud. And as if it weren't enough, you noticed he had a knife in his left hand. You could only notice a long gash starting to bleed on your right arm.

You looked at Zoro as if asking for help and he was looking at you, but he didn't seem like himself. You had never seen that anger in his eyes, it was like he was possessed.

As quick as you fell, Zoro unsheathed his sword and knocked Aki out until he was laid on the ground, the point of the blade only a few milimeters away from his heart. Zoro knew how much you hated unnecessary killing, but this guy had crossed a line there (he had hurt his girlfriend?!) and needed to be taught a lesson.

- you lay a finger on her again - Zoro said through gritted teeth, his voice low and menacing - and i won't be this merciful. Was i clear?

Aki nodded frantically and you could see it in his eyes he was regretting everything and praying to get out alive.

Zoro sheated the sword again and stepped away, still murdering Aki with his eyes.

"That was freaking hot". No shame, but these were your exact thoughts as you watched the whole thing, still sitting on the ground and looking up at him. That was until you came back to reality from your little daydream about your extra hot boyfriend and noticed your wound was still bleeding.

Zoro hadn't forgotten about that either and immediatly kneeled down to check on you.

- (Y/N), are you okay? - he asked very worried about you and checking your arm. The way he looked at you and his soft touch gave you butterflies.

- yeah, i just need to... bandage this up - you replied weakly.

- come on, let's get back to the ship - he helped you get up and you walked back to the Going Merry, him checking on you every 10 seconds.

When you got back to the Merry, Zoro led you to the room you shared (yep, now you were on the 'sharing a room' basis *wink wink*) and helped you bandage your wound. You realized it wasn't that bad and hopefully it would heal in a couple weeks (which was a relief, cause if it was worse Zoro would probably go back to the bar and finish Aki right away 😅😂).

When you were done, you started rambling:

- hey, um... thank you for standing up for me back there. I know taking those guys was stupid, but they were badmouthing you and bringing all that back, i just couldn't stand it anym-

- hey, don't mention it. I couldn't let that jerk hurt my girl and get away with it - the way he said "my girl" made you all fuzzy inside - also, you did it for me first, so you could say we're even - he said with a small smile.

You chuckled. How could he put a smile on your face even in moments like these? That man was really a blessing in your life.

- yeah, i guess that's what makes us such a great duo - you replied winking.

He let out a small laugh and kissed your forehead. With that, you both started preparing your stuff to go to bed. I mean, after everything, both of you needed some good rest.

Soon you both laid down and went to sleep, holding tight to each other, like none of you wanted to let the other go (and you really didn't).

In Zoro's arms, you started thinking about everything that had just happened. Neither of you hesitated in protecting each other in face of danger. That was the moment you realized how far Zoro and you would go for each other.

You didn't lie, you were really a perfect duo.

That thought made you feel even more thankful for having found each other and for being in each other's life like that.

It also made you think back to that fateful Mihawk fight and what you told yourself that day. You had made a promise and you were going to keep it.

But what you didn't know is that Zoro had made one himself too.

Of course he had already promised to become the world's greatest swordsman and to find the One Piece with his captain. But he could fit one more, right? And perhaps the most important yet: to be by your side until the end of your lives.

"I'll take two times the misery

And half the glory

If it meant you'd be the champion

Of the story

And I'll take two times the agony

And half the wonder

If it meant you'd get twice

Twice the thunder"

[nereidprinc3ss]

kiss it better

in which spencer notices your bruised knees and tries to make it up to you

18+ (fluff, allusions to past intimacy) warnings/tags: gn!reader i believe, reader has bruised knees lol, guess why, implied intimacy, hurt/comfort, sorta implied d/s dynamics maybe?? spencer is so smart and not very smart, but forever my no. 1 cutie pie a/n: why do i love writing about smut like before and after smut way more than i actually like writing smut LOL anyways here is this cause i haven't been posting very much!!! (also ik I said I don't like babe as a pet name but shhh) and GIF :D

“Hey,” you grunt as you flop on the bed in your pajamas, rumpling the neat covers. “Pay attention to me.”

Spencer holds his Sudoku off to the side and watches, eyebrows raised, as you scoot closer, tossing your leg over him. Soon he’s abandoning the book and pen on the bedside table in favor of hooking his fingers under your knee and stroking your leg, much to your delight. 

“Okay. What kind of attention would you like?”

You allow him to put his other arm around you and settle your cheek on his shoulder. 

“This is pretty good.”

“Oh, good,” he says with only a hint of teasing, leaning down slightly to kiss your lips and then the tip of your nose. 

When he pulls away you can’t help smiling up at him like a lovestruck idiot. Obviously he’s perfect all the time, but in his glasses, with his hair messy, wearing a navy crewneck instead of a button up and tie… he’s just… he’s just so…

He’s just so alarmed?

“Honey, your knee.”

“My knee?” Your own brows furrow and you track his eye line, craning your neck to look down to the blotchy sprawl of purple and red marring your skin. “Oh.”

The pillow is soft under your head where it falls, unconcerned even as Spencer gawps at you, baffled by your nonchalance. 

“What did you do?”

You snort. 

“What did you do, Spencer?”

It’s cute, the way his lips move as he silently repeats the sentence, trying to discern the meaning of your words. 

“What do you mean? I did something?”

“Babe.”

The knot between his brows has not loosened any—in fact you’re worried he’s going to give himself a headache. Or at least make himself dizzy, with the way his eyes cycle between your own. You try again, covering his anxious hand on the bend of your leg with your own. 

“When we got back from Penelope’s thing, the other night?”

Slowly the understanding seeps into his expression—soft guilt in his eyes, and a deep red stain in his cheeks. At least his face relaxes. 

“Oh.”

God, he’s so cute. He can’t hold eye contact, looking down once the shock of embarrassment has faded and swallowing, a little frown twisting his features once more. You reach up, brushing his cheek with a thumb and adjusting his glasses. 

“What’s wrong?”

The question comes out too smiley, but you can’t help it. 

“I hurt you,” he says, quietly, utterly ashamed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“I kinda think you did,” you tease, and Spencer says your name with a serious edge. You try to quit grinning so much. “Baby, it’s fine. You didn’t hurt me. Don’t you ever get mysterious bruises?”

His eyes are wide and honest on yours when he meets them again. 

“No. My iron levels are optimal.”

Naturally. 

“Okay, well, lots of people do. Sometimes I get a bruise and I have no idea what it’s from because it never hurt. These,” you look down, gesturing to your knee, “never hurt. It’s just what happens when your knees hit the floor.”

“Well you shouldn’t have been on the floor,” he scolds, countering with a sweet touch on your cheek. “I’m never letting you touch the floor ever again.”

Your shit-eating grin is back and better than ever. “Oh, so you’re going to carry me everywhere we go?”

“If that’s what it takes. I don’t like seeing you bruised up.”

“It’s okay. I bruised myself doing something I love.”

At this Spencer rolls his eyes and kisses you once more before gently pushing your leg away and getting out of bed. 

“Where are you going?” You ask, all smugness gone and more concerned than you ought to be as he flicks the bathroom light on. For a moment you receive no answer, but then he reappears bearing a white tube. 

“Give me your legs,” he says, sitting next to you on the bed. You swing your legs over his lap and watch on in mild interest as he dispenses lotion from the bottle and tosses it aside, carefully rubbing it into the bruised skin. Every few seconds he glances up to gauge your reaction, and though it’s definitely tender, you avoid wincing. “You don’t have to do that. I can tell it hurts.”

You laugh. 

“Yeah, well, it didn’t until you started trying to fix it.” The ointment is pungent and you make a face. “What are you rubbing all over me?”

“This is vitamin K and Arnica. It will make the bruises go away faster.”

“Aw. You don’t think they’re pretty on me?”

He sets the bottle on the nightstand and retrieves the pen he’d been doing Sudoku with earlier, uncapping it. Your heart swells as he draws tiny sad faces by the bruises on your knees, glasses slipping down his nose as he focuses intently. 

“I always think you’re pretty. I just never want you to be hurt, ever.”

“Are you done taking care of me now?” You ask, reaching out for him. The pen joins the bottle and suddenly he has no concern for your bodily health, practically crushing you with a hug. When he speaks it’s muffled by your shoulder. 

“Never.”

You hum, nose tickled in his hair and forming a dastardly plan. 

“You could kiss them better.”

Spencer laughs and presses his lips briefly to your neck. 

“I might just do that.”